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Inchcock Today – Tuesday 14th November 2017: Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops flowed today… poor old chap!

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Tuesday 14th November 2017

Latin: November 14th Martis MMXVII

0150hrs: Woke with a new ailment, backache. Humph! I gave this one the name of Backache Bill (Not very imaginative I know, but something else might come to mind later – suggestions welcome, folks). It feels to me like it might be lung related, cause when I pass wind the lower centre of the back really hurts. I expect it is due to a cold inside if that’s the right word.

Had to extricate my lumbering mass from the £300 second-hand recliner and make my way to the Porcelain Throne. A very messy session that required some cleaning up afterwards again.

Washed and into the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks. Took both an extra ADRC capsule and Codeine.

The HC readings had changed a lot since yesterdays AM check?

I got the computer on and went into the Emails to see if the surgery had sent the results and new INR level reading to me. I foolishly thought that after going in and explaining the problems I’m having with not getting these in time, and often not getting them at all to the receptionist, that they would be there. She did promise to sort this out for me – But no! Nowt found in the inbox.

This situation and let-down certainly put me in a state of dysphoria. Saturnine in the extreme. If the medical professionals are not interested, it’s worrying.

So I will have to pull the tooth myself? Or see if I can get some Nepenthe from somewhere? Oh, no, that was a fictional medicine for sorrow, literally an anti-depressant – a “drug of forgetfulness in Homer’s Odyssey. Shame I can’t get some. Hehehe!

Checked all the Emails. Settled and did some WordPress reading.

Went on to Facebooking. Computer froze so gave up and restarted again. Huh!

CorelDraw next.

Took a few hours, but I got this TFZer Group graphicalisation finished.

As a sort of Welcome to new member  K.

To hopefully make him feel at home, I included a Hooch-Still for him and the gals in his yard, and with plenty of the gorgeous TFZer ladies lurking with him. Got it posted off. (I think I did, I must check later).

Ablutions enjoyed, and as I was getting the togs on, I heard the whining and grating of the platform outside going down. The workmen had started. I rushed to get the camera in the hopes of catching their faces but was too late. Got the kitchen one then hobbled into the front room and grabbed these as it disappeared.

They had started cutting off the metal railings on the balconies.

Odd, taking this photograph and seeing the bannisters gone.

Got the bin bags sorted and took all three with me, dropping them down the waste chute as I set off. I’d remembered to take the bag of Iceland veg chips with me, intending to put it in the freezer at the Obergruppenfurheresses temporary shed.

As I left the building, I looked up and noticed that the platform was back on my 12th floor again.

Very smart, how they work out how to use the scaffolding to enable them to get up and down to do their tasks. One job, I don’t think would appeal to me much. Hehe!

Down to the bus stop and a right gang of pensioners, there was accumulated, nattering, moaning, laughing and picking fault. The main moans this morning I heard, were about the noise when the builders do the torchwork in getting rid of the bars, and an overnight clanging racket lots of folks are putting up with 24/7 since their job has been done?

Got the bus and dropped off the bus in town.

A sad view on Upper Parliament Street of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist passing the long-abandoned retail unit.

It was a bit of a shock to have this chap overtake me as I plodded along on my way to the Pound World, to see if they had any chocolate nougat in.

It was a bit of a shock to have this chap overtake me as I plodded along.

I guess the bad back, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna are winning the battle with me for controlling my rate-of-knots? Hehe!

When I got to the Poundland store, a street-sleeper was packing his things up, and I was surprised to see that he was putting three mobile phones into one of his bags?

It makes me wonder if giving them money is a good idea? Although handing cash to the Big Issue Sellers is something I still do, rightly or wrongly.

I made my way to the Audio place in search of some wax-filters and took the route through the shopping arcade underneath the Council House. These retail units have access and ingress doors inside this hallway and outside on the roads, cleverly designed. But, as you can see, they are not very popular. Several shops were empty. The smallest one, I looked up on the web in the morning when I was updating this post:

Cor blimey and flippin’ ‘eck! Rent £100.000! Then they will have staff costs, heating and power, Poll-tax, Equipment, technology, business rates, tax, utilities, VAT, National Insurance, property insurance… on and on the costs must be horrific! Poor sods, no wonder, so many had closed-down and given up.

I walked through to the other end of Exchange Arcade and out onto South Parade and along down passing the Slab Square.

The feet were beginning to give me some grief now.

The entertainment and foreign food stalls were making progress in being constructed. I approached a little closer to take some photographs close-up, and this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist decided as there the pavement was full of bothersome pedestrians, he’d ride along the tram tracks in the wrong direction! Tsk!

I walked straight passed the Audio place and called in the other Poundland Store. I never did remember about the filters until I was on the bus going home – Whatta Plonka!

This shop didn’t have any of the chocolate nougats in either. But I did spend a bit of dosh here. Four tins of Nougat with nuts and fruit (Raffle Prizes for the Tenants Hour), Chocolate Coins (To hand out and get a laugh with), tinned mushy peas, Typhoo Extra Strong Tea Bags (£2) x2, Chocolate Almonds, tinned Steak & Kidney, soups and bottle of sauce. By golly, the bag was heavy! Hehe!

I departed, again oblivious of any thoughts of why I had gone into town to get the hearing aid filters and made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street.

I had to stop for a break at the bottom of the road. Between the bag handle halting the blood flow, and Arthur Itis. I was not in excellent condition. A couple of minutes and I was recharged and carried on up the hill.

The Nottingham Street Art, as I limped up towards the L9 stop, apparently had not been cleaned for a while, Tsk!

The sign on the shelter advertising Smokey Bacon Quesadilla (I must look this word up) for sale at Taco-Bell was actually appealed to me.

I’d put my bag down as you can see in the photograph, while I took this picture. When I made it, for a split second ‘Panic Stations!’ I bent to pick up the bag, and of course, it wasn’t there, I thought I’d lost it! Getting old is no picnic. Hahaha!

The bus arrived, and I got on, sat down and pondered on how I really felt. No doubt the feet needed the foot lady’s visit, the legs and knees not so kind, Anne Gyna bothersome when I hobbled uphill, the tooth is getting more and more hassling and frustrating too. At least Dizzy Dennis had given me a miss today, and that is a positive to me. Overall, things were not too bad really, and I cheered a little as the bus moved off.

We picked up at least six other tenants at various bus stops on the way, not one of them responded to my greetings as they passed my seat? Odd that I thought had I done something wrong? I fell asleep somewhere along the route and was woken up at the flats bus stop, by a stranger sat behind me. I thanked her and fumbled my way off the bus.

I was the last to alight, behind all the other tenants who had already got off without seeing or waking me up and had walked off up Chestnut Way.

Then I got moaned at by the tenants for keeping them waiting to get on the bus! Hehehe!

When I got into the flats, and to the lift lobby, I found a multitude of unmerry tenants, grumbling like the experts they are, desperately waiting for a lift to arrive.

Apparently, the workmen were again taking up and bringing down the radiators they were fitting. I assumed!

I could sense the wet and warm sensation from the read end, supplied no doubt by Haemorrhoid Harold, so I knew I was bleeding. This decided me not to wait. Because even if a lift did come, it would take several trips to transport those already waiting to their floors, and the workmen would still be moving stuff up and down. Before my turn would arrive, I might have been in trouble with the bleeding?

I decided to walk up the stairs for 12 storeys, although I knew this would be hard work and painful, the rear-end needed attention urgently.

Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis joined forces in a protest at my doing this. (Hehe!) Many stops made for recovery sessions en route. On the 11th floor, I could see through the door to the floor’s lobby, many heaters stuck half-way into the lift.

The relief at getting in and onto the Porcelain Throne was significant and welcome. Although assuaged by the amount blood lost through Haemorrhoid Harold. The limbs (Thighs, knees and back mainly) were painful, more than for a long time, then again having just climbed up all those stairs, I expected this.

A long, tiresome and embarrassing cleaning up and medicating session followed.

Extra Had to change clothes, so I got into the nightwear then. Freshened the room and me up, and out of the wet room and reached the front door closed and locked it. In my rush to get to stem the flow of blood, I’d left it open. I’ve never lost so much in one go before and at first, this alarmed me a little. After I’d recognised that obviously, the reason for this was the foolish but essential at the time endeavour, to climb up so many steps that had caused it, I settled more easily.

Feeling well shattered, but knowing it could have been worse, I turned my limited-attentions to the fodder.

Eventually got it all served up, it looked edible enough to me.

So I got the tray out of the oven and into the washing-up bowl in the sink to soak while I masticated this appealing looking plate of food.

At this stage, I feel I must hand out a warning to you all.

“Here it is…”

When removing hot potato farls covered in sharp cheddar cheese from the oven, it is advisable not to stick your finger in the melted cheese.

Just thought I’d mention it, like. Tsk!

The cheese and farls gave the teeth some bother, but it was all tasty!

Got settled after doing the pots without any further Whoopsedangleplops. And was glad when I nodded off quickly… Only to get awoken by the same idiot of a Pizza delivery bloke, again telling me he was outside with me Pizza? I said to him yet again that I am not the person who ordered a Pizza, and am getting pissed off with repeatedly being woken up! Can you please delete this number from your mobile, because its the wrong #*>?ing one!

Ten minutes later the phone chirped into life again. I ignored it.

Five minutes later it rang once more! I ignored it.

Five minutes after that it chirruped de novo.

This time, I’d got my paddy-up. I fought valiantly and painfully to get my blubber-ridden body out of the £300 second-hand recliner to answer the call… stubbed my toe on the Ottoman en route and he’d rang off as I lifted the handpiece! This activity had caused Harold’s Haemorrhoids to bleed, thus joining in with Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna and the stubbed toe in making it a damned miserable night, cause I could not get back to sleep after cleaning and medicating. And the thighs and feet were now hurting when I was just laying doing nothing… well, apart from irritating Duodenal Donald with my inner frustrations getting him giving me more stick than he has for months!

And also, as well as that, my EQ was telling me of something else was coming my way that would be so annoying.

Oh dear…

Inchcock Today – Monday 13th November 2017: Hectic day!

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Monday 13th November 2017

Basque: Astelehena, Azaroaren 13a 2017

0035hrs: Almost reluctantly, my body then brain stirred into life. The grey-cells full of ambiguousness, pondering on so many things at the same time. Ambivalent conclusions, fears and worries floated around at will. Not my intention, of course. Depression, Dizzy Dennis, this world full of hate, violence, INR Blood Test to remember, putting on weight, memory lapses, the starving children, toothache… on and on the thoughts mingled together for a while. I seemed to be listening to a radio programme rather than myself. But this doesn’t make any sense?

For once, I welcomed the call to the Porcelain Throne. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without too much effort and no toe-stubbing on the way to the wet room. Trotsky Terence was back. Splurt, splatter followed by cleaning things up. A messy session! There was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold. Anne Gyna was in a good mood too.

Took the medications with an ADRC capsule.

Made a mug of the Twinings Extra Strong English Breakfast tea. A tasty blend of African and Indian tea this, I like it a lot. Expensive though.

Did the health checks for the day.

On the computer and updated the week’s readings in Excel. I must remember to take a print of it with me to the surgery later when I go for the INR Wafarinblood test with the nurse. Hopefully, Nurse Nichole this week.

Had a wee-wee, then I got the nibbles readied in the bag to take with me to the doctors.

0250hrs: Got the Sunday post finished and started this one off.

Did a graphic for page tops later, and thought I’d better get the laundry done while I have the time.

0320hrs: Down to get the washing going.

Very cold down there in the lift, foyer and laundry room. Brr!

I spotted two extra notes on the board as I passed on my way back up after getting the washer going.

The first one about bad apples confused me somewhat.

The second about noisy tenants was obvious enough now, and someone had written a further message on it.

Apparently, someone has been using the flat washing machines late at night. The git guilty of hammering Sunday morning is probably the bloke above my flat.

Back up and made a cuppa and updated this tosh. I’ll try to remember to take a look at the notice behind the handwritten one (Top one), to see if I can glean some understanding of it when I go down again.

Had a wee-wee. Pleased to report the overactive mind was getting back to its usual blank filled state. Haha!

I’ll try to get a photograph of the flats outside the foyer door too. Hope it comes out a ‘moody’ one. But it is quite clear weather out there.

0337hrs: Back to the ground floor to move the things into the dryer.

Cleaned the washing machine. But, oh dear! Some naughty pensioner had not cleaned the filter on the drying box!

Got the clothes going and went outside to take the photographs of the frontage of the flats. ‘Moody’ ones attained today, I think.

Bit of an obstacle course again, but at least a changed layout for us. Hehe!

It looked like they had got it all ready for the removal come renovation of the balconies. They have warned us of the noise and dust to expect.

I think they will start this week with the actual work on them.

A bit nippy out there, I’ll make sure I wrap up well when I go out. A warm hat, gloves, thick jumper etc.

I nipped back in to peruse the Notice Board. I now understand the meaning of the Letters, Letters “Why?” handwritten notice. I think?

This is why, when they had a vote on stopping the coin machines and making an overall charge, I voted not to change. This and the fact that anyone here on Tax Credits or under 65 and unemployed get the service free. Jealousy? Hehe!

I also spotted that some mobile phones were being offered for sale. Not that it interested me in any way. Caught up with sorting the pictures and updated this.

0440hrs: Off to collect the laundry.

As I cleaned the other machines, I found a pair of ladies long-johns and an odd sock in one of the drums. Bless them. I folded the knickers and put them with the hose on the draining board. Hope she will realise.

Back up in the lift and got the clobber stored in the airing cupboard. Made a Yorkshire Tea brew and updated this diary.

WordPress comment responses and then to the Reader section.

Facebooking next. Fingers crossed it does not freeze on me again.  It did.

Some time spent on the TFZer site, then had to get the ablutions sorted so I would not be late for the blood test. The appointment, being for 0930hrs meant I would not be able to use the shower this early. Well, not in fairness to the neighbours. So, it was off into the shower room, and ‘Ablutionisationing Plan Number 3’ was adopted successfully, which is:

  • Fill the washing up bowl with warm water, washing up liquid and Dettol antiseptic disinfectant and stand in the mixture wriggling the toes and treading water, while I did the teeth, and cleaned out the nostrils.
  • Wipe and remove the bowl.
  • Have a shave.
  • Apply after-shave to stop the cuts bleeding.
  • Scrub torso, arms and legs, then dry the same.
  • Bang elbow against the sink doing the above.
  • Apply pain gel to the joints and medicate Haemorrhoid Harold’s area.
  • Oil the ear canals.
  • Apply more pain gel to the stubbed toes; I got on the mop bucket.
  • Take extra Codeine Phosphate.

Life can difficult when you get a touch senile and old. Hehehe!

Got dressed warmly and took the sorted black bags to the rubbish chute and deposited them down it. Then pressed the call button for a lift, and waited, and waited, then waited some more. At first, I didn’t panic, because I could hear the noises (As promised in the letter from the building company) coming from above, below and outside. It was apparent the lads were up to the neck in it. But after ten-minutes waiting, I had a walk the twelve floors down the stairs.

As I got out of the doors, it became evident that the men were bringing in the radiators for fitting, and of course, they have to take the old ones away, and elevators being the only way to do this. I understood why I could not get a ride down this morning. I did hope that there would not be a fire while this was going on, though.

Outside and poddled along Chestnut Walk.

By gum, it was bitter cold out there!

All of the vehicles parked up had iced-up windscreens, headlights and mirrors as well.

At the end of the compound, I espied that the crew were getting on with building the new block in the centre. A busy time for the Obergruppenfurheress and Obergefrieteress Wardens, and Jenny I imagine.

On I plodded down the hill into Sherwood, up Mansfield Road over the crest and down into Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.

Where to my delight, Nurse Nichole was on duty.

A real pleasure to have this beautiful, understanding, lovely and magnificent nurse take my blood.

Handed her the nibbles and took my leave. Out and down to the pharmacist to collect the Codeine Phosphates. I gave a bag of chocolate coins to owner Deepak and told him this would help the staff with their busfares – He did laugh!

Said my farewells and off down the road to the Lidl store. A good wander around, but could not find any chocolate nougats. I ended up getting a tin of mushy peas, walnuts, pecan nuts, small francs and two tiny tins of anchovies in olive oil. I’ve never tried these before. When I do get around to using them, I can use the fish sauce on them?

I used the self-serve tills without any problems for once.

Out to the bus stop and soon caught a 58 back into Sherwood. Over the road and into the Wilko store. As was my intention, two their Fabric Softeners and Fragrance Boosters in the scent that I like so. Ylan and Fressia. A bottle of bleach. A packet of Bic disposable razors.

And I tried some Surf liquid soap powder, something else I’d not tried before. The label on it claims this little bottle will do 26 washes? Measured with container cap and poured straight into the drum with the washing?

We’ll see.

Coming out of the shop after paying the £12.40 I owed, I met two gals from the flats. We had good chinwag at the bus shelter. Handed out the nibbles. I annoy myself when I can’t remember names.

We caught the L9 back up to the flats, and I gave the driveress a nibble bar. Handed out the last of the chocolate coins to folk on the bus. I love it when I can make people laugh and smile.

Off the bus and hobbled (For the feet were terrible now) down to the building. Where the workman who I saw earlier, was still transporting the large heaters into the complex.

A struggle for him and his mate. He told me later that the weight of them, and the small space in the lifts, meant two large or one large and two small was the maximum that could be taken in one go.

This is why the lifts were not available to me earlier on. They have to get them in and out, and this is not a quick job, especially if they are delivering where those that had been removed had to be taken out as well. The worker, looking a little frustrated, allowed Irene (I think) and me to go up first. She dropped on her eighth floor, and I carried on to the twelfth and sent the cage back down for the lad.

Got in had a wee-wee.

Put the gear away.

Made a brew and got the computer going to update this page.

No hassle from Anne Gyna today, excellent.

I was getting reasonably well-sorting things out, when, it suddenly went dark and heard a deep whining noise. Hehe! It was the flat cage outside passing the window on its way down. Ah, the men’s dinner break time?

I hastened, fumbling to get the camera to take a photo before they descended out of view. But I’d got the camera card in the computer in use – so before I got it sorted out, the platform was a few storeys below me. I hung out of the window and took these shots.

I got the nosh on the go. Frankfurters in the pan on low. I’ll add the part-cooked cobs later in the oven after I’ve got and had the multi-coloured-chips cooking. Sounds interesting, does it? Hehe, all will be revealed soon.

Got on with updating this blog again.

Then updated the Facebook page.

Got the carrot, parsnip and beetroot fries in the oven, added the cobs later.

Regrettably, and as good as the meal looked on the plastic plate, this was one of the worst noshes I’d had for a long time.

Iceland’s triple chips of beetroot, parsnips and carrots came out all tasting the same – crap! After trying a couple of each, they were assigned to the waste bin. The pork pies were so greasy, one bite and they joined the chips. The Scotch Eggs tasted like cardboard. The Kipling’s ‘Nation’s Favourite Bramley Apple Pie’ seemed like all lard and sugar. The franks, cobs and mousse saved the meal from complete disaster. Tsk!

There were some great old time programmes to watch, though. Londons Burning, Pie in the Sky, Hetty Wainthrope Investigates, then an old Steven Seagal film.

I started to watch Londons Burning and woke to the Hetty Wainthrope closing credits and tune. The film started, and at the first commercial break I nodded off until 0150hrs when I had to struggle out of the recliner to utilise the Porcelain Throne… Ah-well!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 12th November 2017

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Sunday 12th November 2017

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 12 Samhain 2017

0115 hrs: Woke up with soft lights flashing and the sounds of a crackling fire! Momentarily flabbergasted and a little fritted, I dismounted, not without some difficulty, the £300 second-hand recliner and went to investigate. No fire alarms, no strobe activation. Into the kitchen and ah… all became clear! Were some twits using up their fireworks left over from Bonfire Night?

I think it might have been an organised pyrotechnic display. The fireworks were coming from the City Centre or close to it, and some amazingly large shows.

These four on the right, were the best of those I could manage to get.

While I was up, I made a small mug of the extra sharp tea, watched the display a little longer, then returned to the recliner and settled down again.

I soon returned to sleep mode, without any difficulties.

0300hrs: Stirred again, and wobbled off to the Porcelain Throne.

No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold yet, and I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening now, too.

Took the medications. Injected the Enoxaparin, put some vaseline on the burns and did the ear oiling.

Pain-gelled the knees wrists and hands.

Had a guzzle of the Duodenal Donald medicine.

The Health Check readings seem to be up and down a bit this week?

Still, I might be feeling a bit low again spiritually, but healthwise things seem good?

I hobbled back into the front room and opened the windows.

I got the camera and took this view of the scaffolding and stuff, that caught me out again when I saw it there on the balcony. Hehe!

Thought I’d do a Good Morning photo to you all. Now, this you’d think would be a piece of cake? Just giving a thumbs-up sign? Believe me or not, but Arthur Itis and Cramp Colin decided that the thumb would stay in this upraised position for over an hour, before releasing it. It didn’t half make typing hard! Hehehe!

I’m looking forward to going to the Remembrance Service in Daybrook later. Just so I can show my appreciation of what they had to go through, and those that still are.

I got the Saturday Diary concluded and sent off. Then made a start on this one, up to here.

Onto the WordPress Reader. Then comment responses.

Facebook catch-up again. Hope it doesn’t go low on me again, here goes… It froze. Turned everything off and back on, it worked for a while then started sticking. Huh!

Onto CorelDraw and made a graphic to use as an Inchcock Today top photograph. Hopefully a comical one about a dungeon prisoner (Me) and a buxom wench? I shan’t put it on until I use it, cause it might spoil the humour later.

I checked the Emails next.

Sister Jane rang me to remind me of the Service. That was very good of her.

Health Checks, then I did the ablutions, got dressed and set out up into the Park and down onto Mansfield road. Along to the Church in Daybrook.

Why, do you ask have I not supplied any photographs? That is because I left the camera, mobile phone and hearing aids in the flat. Grumph and Cobbleturds!

I could hear none of the Fathers words. The Church was full. There were no free seats nearer the front. Still, it wasn’t the Christian aspect I went for I have to admit. It was my conscience only that I go to appease, to offer my thanks for their contribution to the wars past and present.

I did bump into (literally) a chap called Eric Hopkins (I’m almost certain), who I knew years ago as Sergeant Hopkins. His voice could be heard from the far end of the parade ground and had lost no volume over the years. I respected him then. Listening to him,  it sounded as if he had lost none of his principles. He started telling me what he had been up to over the years in between. But was summoned by his family to fetch the car to lift them home. But that ten minutes or so, made me feel a part of society and wanted, somehow. As I left to walk back, I saw that his wife with the family was a girl called Margaret, who I had desires for as a youth! Strange feelings.

The walk back was full of memories. As I went through Woodthorpe Park, it was full of dogs taking their owner for walks, and I felt a clot for not remembering the camera.

As I got inside the flat, Dizzy Dennis, and Duodenal Donald both visited me. A summons to the Porcelain Throne proved the Trotsky Terence had fooled me earlier; The Trosky was back again!

I opened a tin of chopped tomatoes, seasoned them with basil and a sprinkling of regular table salt. Got them in the pan ready for warming. Made sure the streaky smoked bacon was handy and got the oven warming up prepared.

Had a perusal of the TV magazine to see if owt worth bothering watching was on the gogglebox.

I got the nosh served up. Very early in the day for me. I was feeling so tired. The aching feet, the memories invoked by meeting Eric. (For some reason I cannot recall his nickname?) My having seen Margaret. I felt suddenly so tired and drained.

Cunningly (I thought) I cooked the bacon crispy in the oven, then added it to the seasoned tomatoes in the saucepan for ten minutes on simmer. Thus the bacon flavoured the fruit and became limp and less bother to incisor tooth, Suzie when masticationalising it.

I enjoyed the meal and went to the kitchen to wash the pots.

Although I knew that is was so nippy outside, the view from the window was beautiful.

I put the TV on, and started falling asleep and nodding off. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 11th November 2017

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Saturday 11th November 2017

Italian: Sabato 11 Novembre 2017

I woke with much perturbation of the mind this morning. Unsure as to why, by I was fretting over various unrelated things within seconds of gaining some imitation grasp on what was about… then the memories of some of the dreams came to mind, and I think they may have been the cause for my solicitude of the grey-cells? I was back working at Carters pop factory, but everything had changed, I didn’t know how to operate any of the machines, find my way around or recognise anyone in the place. I just seemed to poddle about being ignored. I came to the decision that I was dead and a ghost. This settled the situation down, and I flew around looking down on everything around all of the sections and warehouses. I seemed very content for a while, then I found myself on a canal in a wooden boat and sinking, this time I was not a ghost.

I’m sure so much more occurred in the nightmare, but can’t recall much.

As I placed my feet on the carpet as I extracted my bulbous body from the recliner, the top of all the toes on the left foot, were in agony. Had I been sleepwalking? I checked around, and there were no signs of this or any nocturnal-nibbling.

Had a decent cleanup, teggies (Oooh! Hehe!) shave.

Now there is, or must be the reason why I took this photographicalisation of the wet room sink with the flannels being put in to soak after the ablution session had taken place.

What that reason is, I have no idea.

Sad innit?

The Porcelain Throne session was much better this time. Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Sys 159 Dia 76 Pulse75 Temp 32.1.

No attention’s from Dizzy Dennis or Pleurodynia Portia, Anne Gyna or Hernia Henry, a  good start I thought.

I cracked on with creating a photographic ode, come rhyme.

It took me six hours to get it completed, and I was not happy with it at all.

I took a break and updated Friday’s Inchcock Today and got them posted.

Forever making cups of tea all the time?

The Iceland delivery arrived, and I got it put away.

Back on to the poem come ode creating.

The graphics were not too bad.

The wording was not proper, but I was just too tired to carry on editing it.

I got this blog started off.

I pondered on what to have for dinner. Simple stuff today, tinned tomatoes seasoned with herbs, frankfurters and bacon bits to be cooked and put in the bowl with the vegetables. Some sliced wholemeal cobs arrived with the order, so they’ll do nicely.

Finally around twelve hours after waking up, I got around to doing the WordPress Reader session.

Got the bacon bits in the oven and low light under the saucepan of tomatoes?

Took the second photo of the day hanging out of the window. A good view of the comparison between AM and PM?

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

A quick bash on Facebooking,  going slow again. Took ages and I still didn’t get all I wanted to do finished. Tsk! Had to stop and close down to get the nosh ready

The nosh was great tastewise.

With contented innards, I settled to watch a film on the gogglebox, about the Gallipoli Campaign.

The first set of advertisements and I nodded off into a mix of weird dreams that made no sense to me at all.

Around eleven o’clock, I had to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne. Which proved somewhat costly in the pain stakes! The left arm slipped down between the two chairs as I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, starting the two little oven burns bleeding as I withdrew the arm. Stubbed my toe en route and hit my elbow on the sharp corner section of the cabinet as I sat quickly upon the seat.

At least there was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, Haha!

Fell asleep on the Throne. Stirred around 0100hrs and got back into the recliner after washing the pots.

Inchcock Today – Friday 10th November 2017: A pernickety day. Humph!

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Friday 10th November 2017

Hmong: Hnub Friday 10 Kaum Ib Hlis 2017

0055hrs: Stirred into imitation life. Pandiculated and got complaints from Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna for my efforts.

Pondered on what bits I could recall of the dream I had been having. I was lost in a three-storied pantagruelian abandoned factory… running up decaying stairways, falling through holes without harming myself, searching seemingly without knowing what I was trying to find? And I wore pyjamas and my old fishing wellingtons from 1970!

Slowly, the rumbling innards got through to my brain, as I was disentangling my flabby body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I noticed many signs of Nocturnal Nibblings! Two empty mini-cheese packets, biscuit crumbs and two chocolate peanuts which had welded themselves between the folds in my horrendously wobbly belly. Tsk! And off to the Porcelain Throne session. Messy enough for me to take another ADRC capsule afterwards with the morning medications. Cleaned up, and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medicines. Seems like a lot of variations this week. Ups and downs, like.

Made a mug of tea and got the computer on.

Got the Thursday post finished and posted off.

Then started on this one, getting up to hear, when I could hear noises – I put in the hearing aids and walked about trying to identify the noise that sounds a bit like something being dropped or falling. Surely, no one would use the refuse chute at 0249hrs in the morning? It seemed to be coming from different sides of the building at the same time, repeatedly for five minutes or so, then stopped? I hoped that the scaffolding had not collapsed somewhere. The sounds seemed to be coming from internally. Still, they have finished now.

Caught up on Facebooking next.

The computer slowed to a crawl again. Turned everything off and rebooted.

Made and sent a TFZer photo-graphic off.

Then I went on to the WordPress reader. A lot of excellent thought provoking stuff today.

Onto CorelDraw. Made some graphics tops for the upcoming diaries. Spent hours on the other TFZer ones.

Got the ablutions done and all dressed up warmly. Made sure I had the Audio Clinic Book with me, umbrella, collapsible walking stick, camera, mobile phone, bus pass, bank card, crossword book, the right glasses on my head, the hearing aids in the lug-holes and empty jars for the recycling bin and set out to the bus stop. Dropped the jats in the brown bin. It looked to me like the workmen were taking down the scaffolding?

Down to the hut and dropped off some nibbles for the Obergefreiteress Wardens, and on to the bus stop. A lady (Annette I think) there, and she was giving everyone who arrived a Christmas Card, bless her. The Bestwood Bus came and went, and only Annette and I got on the City bound one.

Getting onto the bus Dizzy Dennis came on instantly, no usual few seconds warning this time.  The disequilibrium and giddiness only lasted a couple of minutes, but this left me feeling a little perturbed. Especially as strangers already on the bus, and the driver asked if I was alright and told me I went pale and white suddenly.

Annette gave some cards out to people who got onto the bus later!

Off the bus and through the Slab Square to the audio building. Only to find the yhad no Audiologists on site today?

Well, that annoyed me, after all the hassle of getting there. I gave the lady a sweet smile and said: “Ah-well, not to worry, I’ll call again later” Why I said this, I have no idea.

I went to Fletcher Gate and into the Pound World shop to see if I could find any of the screw-top storage tubs or chocolate nougat. I found neither, but came out a considerable amount of money spent!

They had some Tetley’s Extra Strong tea bags at 80 for £2, so I bought the last two boxed on the shelf. Some nibbles and sweets for raffle prizes. Treated me with two packets of misshaped chocolate brazils and chocolate almonds.

Out of the store, with much less money in my pocket, (Hehe!) and back through the Slab Square.

The Nottinghamians did not seem to have cheered up at all from yesterdays visit. A quietude of sorts seemed to hang in the air?

Across the square and up to the bus stop, the feet, well toes, really hurting now. Then this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually clipped my shoulder as he went by me and up Parliament Street. I got the camera out to record this one, the naughty boy! I could have taken dozens of photographs of the cyclists on the pavements today, there were that many of them.

Caught the bus and had a go at the crosswords en route. I only got three answers all the trip, Tsk!

A painful limp to the apartment entrance an found that much of the fencing had been removed.

But some new scaffolding had been erected creating a little maze for us to get through to gain entry.

The balconies seemed untouched as I photographed upwards.

They warned us that it is going to get very noisy and dusty when they start on them.

I was surprised to realise I did not require a wee-wee or the use of the Porcelain Throne when I got inside?

Health Checks and medications were taken. Planned the nosh. I had forgotten to turn on the potatoes in the Crock-Pot when I left, so got two cheesy potatoes in breadcrumbs with cheese ready made cakes and a few potato letters (Both long-term residents from the depths of the freezer) and got them in the oven. Added later, the cod balls in the batter. Put the baked beans in the saucepan. Sliced up two gone-rather-soft tomatoes, opened the tin of Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce onto the plate.

While I kept an eye on things as it cooked, I got the purchases put away. Made a brew with the new Tetley Extra Strong tea bags. Not bad at all. Not as good as the Yorkshire, Twinings Strong English Breakfast or Thompsons, but still good.

Perused the TV magazine and found a lot of good stuff on for me to watch. London’s Burning, Pie in the Sky, Hetty Wainthrope Investigates, The A-Team, Heartbeat then the England v Germany match! A perfick viewing session. (I thought!)

I phoned Sister Jane, she rang back. She was in the cafeteria with her mates. She’s going to ring me in the morning.

Getting the food of the oven, and guess what? Accifauxpa! Humph!

A dab of antiseptic cream applied, well, two actually. Hehe!

The food was superb! Even the old stuff from the bottom of the freezer was tasty!

However, the lemon yoghourt had gone-off and had to be ditched.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much better session. I think Diahorrea Donald is weakening.

Washed and changed into the night attire early, to watch all my favourite programmes in a marathon gogglebox sitting.

I got through London’s Burning with no nod-offs at all. Then, halfway through Pie in the Sky… I did nod off.

Waking up four hours later, the other things and the football I wanted to watch, all done and finished! Grumph!

Cunningly, I turned to the ITV +1 channel, but only caught the last minute of the game. 0-0.

Went and did the washing-up. The toes on the left foot were still very painful for some reason. Had I been doing too much hobbling?

 

Inchcock Today – Thursday 9th November 2017: Tenants Social half-hour, Photos of Nottingham, Whoopsidangleplops and an Accifauxpa thrown in! Hehe!

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Thursday 9th November 2017

Indonesian: Kamis 9 November 2017

0045hrs: Woke up thinking it was very late for some reason. Bits of the later dreams remained lingering in the grey-cells. Factory, machinery breaking down, no spare-parts and getting lost in the workshop?

Then I cheered up a bit when it dawned on me that the Fire Alarm Strobe and Pillow-shaker alarm had not activated as it has for the last two nights.

Wind fluttered out of the rear-end, stomach ache instantly arrived and I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner in record time and off to the Porcelain Throne. Luckily with no injuries, stubbed toes or Whoopsiedangleplops. The evacuation was instant (The moment I sat down), foudroyant and without doubt, prompted by the return of Trotsky Terence. Another messy session, and yet as the blood spurted out, it reminded me of a book I read years ago, with the title of “Through Gritted Teeth”. It was a horror story. Blimey, now I have the Trots and Haemorrhoid Harold hassle at the same time! Haha!

Cleaned up and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications, with an ADRC capsule added to the recipe of legal drugs as usual.

I made a small mug of tea in the delicate China cup and cleaned some cutlery I had missed from last night. Luckily I had some of the Germolene cream handy to put on the finger that was scolded in the too-hot water I used. Tsk!

Took this ‘Moody’ but not very good photographicalisation while hanging out of the kitchen window.

Showing the mini-compound used by the workmen doing up the complex. I can’t make out what is what.

You can see the support racking they have erected across the bottom. I think the men will raise this to the level required, to give them access to knock the balcony of each storey down. Then again, I have frequently been wrong about these things, and most other things before. (Oh, you noticed? Haha!)

The computer on, mustn’t get carried away this morning, I don’t want to be late to miss the Tenants Social Hour. While I thought of this, I assembled the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bags to take with me.

After doing this task, I got further distracted from working on the diaries done. I went to make another brew and saw how the kitchen window had got splashed with greasy whatever it was by the workers yesterday, and set about cleaning the outside of the glass.

Eventually, I got it finished, made the brew and returned to the computer and finalised yesterday’s post and got it sent off.

0345hrs: Started on updating this day’s diary of woe, to here.

Caught up on Facebooking and TFZing.

Then WordPress Reading and an answering comments session.

Just about to start on creating a graphic for a page top, and Trotsky Terence forced me to hobble swiftly as possible to the Porcelain Throne. A close call, but I made it with seconds to spare. It was a sloppy session again.

Cleaned-up and made another mug of tea and returned to the graphicationalisationing.

I got the ablutions done and changed into the day clothes.

The Morrison delivery arrived at 0815hrs. Some naughty Pensioner had let her in the foyer. So when she knocked on the door, I thought it was him up above, or workmen on the outside making the noise and kept searching for what it was, holding the girl waiting. When I peeped through the keyhole viewer and saw her there, I was surprised. She took the bags through to the kitchen for me.

I didn’t ask, but wondered if the doorbell had packed up? Off she went, and I got the stuff sorted. There were three fewer bags than last week, but cost me more? The only nibbles I got were some chocolate and yoghourt peanuts.

I made a small mug of tea to try out the new Twinings Strong Tea Bag on offer from £4.98 down to £3.00. I had to try these, cause Morrisons had stopped doing the wonderful Thompson’s ones. (Swines!) The Twinings ones were nowhere near as good either… but not too bad on the Special Price I begrudgingly admit. (Gits!)

I tested both door alarms, and they were operational. Bursting forth with Dusty Springfield’s ‘I only wanna be with you’ tune.

I can hear the drilling from the work lads now. I might go to the Tenants Social Hour and then had a bus ride somewhere or a walk to escape the worst of it?

Readied bags etc. Sorted the bin bags out and on the way to the lift, I dropped them down the rubbish chute.

Out through the worker’s materials and along towards the Temporary Social Hut

Halfway up the incline, I turned and took these photographicalisations of the block. It surprised me to find my guess about what they had built yesterday, was right. It was to gain access to the balconies.

A lot more chaps on site today. I also noticed in the distance, a lot more tenants than usual going into the portacabin.

I arrived and was actually greeted by two people. Jenny busy working away on our behalf.

I dropped the raffle prizes on the tray, but could not find a seat near the other folks.

I reckon there were about 30 people in the room. Nice and busy. This might be due to some of us going into the place to escape the noise in the flats? Sensible. Jenny asked me if a wanted a drink, I thanked her but declined, as I was going out to the Audio Clinic.

I took the nibble around, I enjoy doing this and trying to get a conversation going with the others.

Being as I could not get a chair without taking one of the few remaining that others usually sit in, I decided to leave and take a walk up through Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Said a cheerio to the couple near me and set off along Chestnut Way to the gravel hill up by the fantastic Tree Copse. It was too wet to risk walking through it today, although I had the time.

The Audio Clinic was not an appointment one. I just needed some more batteries.

I was only about half the way up the hill when visits from Anne Gyna (As is usual) and unexpectedly from Dizzy Dennis.

I stopped at the top, and Anne Gyna subsided quickly, and I took this photograph of the unfortunate lopped trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They had suffered more bits being cut off recently.

Down the footpath onto Mansfield Road, over the hill and down to the bus stop. I soon caught a bus into town, but the only seat was one of those side-daddle affairs. Like the one, I had to sit in on the trip to Mansfield the other day. Tsk! Hehe! Only a short journey of about two miles, though.

I alighted at Victoria Centre (Mall) and was walking along Milton Street and went to get the Audio Clinic Authority Booklet out of my pocket,! I’d not taken it with me! What a Pillock! That was the end of that mission then.

So, I thought I’d have a hobble around and get some pictures of this diary and the TFZer Site. Starting with the giant advertising screen, Victoria Cente (Mall).

The weather kept changing from lightish to dark. ! I’d left the umbrella behind as well! I’d put it in the spare room to dry and forgot about it. Humph!

I poddled along down Clinton Street.

There were a few folks about, but even the McDonald’s, with its regular young beggar, but with a different dog outside today, was not busy.

No smiling faces were either.

A few spots of rain descended but soon stopped. For which I was glad.

At the end of the street, I turned right onto Long Row. The Christmas Fair and Food stalls were being erected. I seem to be burdened with building all around me? Haha!

The Slab Square was a hive of activity.

I hope they are building the little sentry-like box or the lady with the Roast Chestnuts again this year. I foolishly bought a bag last year in November from her. I got five chestnuts in the packet that cost £2, and one of them had gone off!

The Kangaroo and Aligator steak sandwiches, if I recall correctly, were selling for between £5 and £10.

Peoples expressions here also gave off the aura of malaise, anxiety and simple unhappiness. Even the youngsters were looking and sounding grumpy. I know not the reason why. Perhaps it was the building of the so-called entertainment attractions that is depressing them? Was something in the air?

The £4 a go Helter-Skelter is back again as well, by the way, being put up now.

As I limped around and struggled up the hill, Queen Street to the bus stop, the feet started stinging something awful, and Dizzy Dennis gave me another visit. Not that this made dispirited in itself, the Nottingham Street Art near the bus stop did, though.

And to think that Nottingham is bidding to become the European City of Culture? What with Brexit and the Nottingham Street Art, I guess not?

I had a jolly good natter with a lady at the bus stop. She gave me some tips on cooking the belly pork when I have it again.

When I got back to the flat, the workmen had encircled the building. Hehe! I had a job getting into it! The white lines I added to this photo I took as soon as I got up into the apartment, was the route I had to make to gain access. Not complaining, just saying. Can’t be helped if we want the upgrading work done.

Got the Health Checks and medications tended to, and Dizzy Dennis returned. Not good this.

Updated this diary to here, and I was all-in health and energy-wise by then.

Got the nosh started. The last of cooked beef, some chips from an out of date part bag found in the freezer bottom, vegetarian skinless hot dog sausages and baked beans is the plan.

Did a Morrison Order for next week, while I waited for it to cook.

A delightfully flavoursome feast. The teeth suffered a bit, but still.

I placed the tray on the next chair, thought about what to watch on the TV and drifted off into a Nocturnal Nibbling filled sleep.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 8th November 2017

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Wednesday 8th November 2017

Kannada: ಬುಧವಾರ 8 ನವೆಂಬರ್ 2017

0115hrs: Woke after less than three-hours kip. Thanks to the flipping new Fire Alarm Strobe and Pillow-Shaker-Alarm going off again last night, like it did on Monday? Obergruppenfureress Deana is still off poorly I think, but I’ll have to mention it to someone today. Although, I had planned to stay in, just in case Sister Jane rang me with her hospital update… Life is complicated innit? Hehe!

0210hrs: Forced my gone-to-seed, highly-kneadable body out of the £300 second-hand recliner, got some clothes on and readied the laundry room bag. Had a Porcelain Throne session, very messy. Cleaned things up and took the washing down. Machine Two was in use, so had to use number One. It never washes the stuff as well as the second one does and takes a lot longer doing it. Never mind.

0222hrs: Up and doing the Health Checks first thin.

Then, took the medications. The Sys seems to have come back down again, nicely. Nothing to fret over… until I realised the teeth were bleeding still, well from the gingiva at the base of the loose Tootypeg.

Started the brain cogitating as I got the computer going and updated then saved the Health Check listing in Excel.

I recognised I’d forgotten to take the ‘ADRS’ capsule, so I ingested it belatedly, with my almost regular dilatorily fashion.

0222hrs: Down to move the things from washer to dryer. The stuff in number Two machine was still there, long after it had finished working. It might be one of the many new tenants who, like me, with a lousy memory and get easily sidetracked, deflected and redirected brain-wise. At least I can empathise with them. Hehe!

As I passed through the lobby door, I spotted a signing shelf and book on the wall. I assume it is for the workmen in case of a fire alarm? Ah, I see it now, it has the Willmott Dixon company logo on the notice on the wall. I get there in the end you know… sometimes. Hehehe!

0235hrs: Back in the flat, and finished off the Tuesday Diary. Took a long time, as I got sidetracked when I spotted a suitable graphic to use as a Diary-Topper and this took me over an hour to adapt. Then it was time to go down and retrieve the laundry.

0334hrs: Cor blimey, did lift number one shake and make scouring noises or what! Fritted me for a second or two.

I had to use the other dryer, because whoever it was who forgot his or her washing had been down and use the better one, Tsk! Hehehe!

I don’t know if it was the elevator incident or what, but as I was getting the clothes out of the dryer, Diahorrea Donald hinted strongly to me that I needed the use of the Throne!

I folded the clothes, cleaned out the filter and filled the blue bag, then had to use lift number one to get back to the twelfth storey and home. Straight into the wet room and another sloppy, slushy session. Had a good freshen up and put the clothing away.

I sorted out what was to be had for foddering later. One large potato to bake then mix the flesh with some cheese and vinegar, (No doubt burning my fingers again), got some dried mushroom and onion mix and Polish Herbs ready to make the stuffing, garden peas and the cooked beef I got so cheaply from Fulton Foods Store in Bulwell. I perused the contents printed on the label. Beef (88%) Water, Salt, Peppercorns, Stabilisers, (Triphosphates, Polyphosphates), Tapioca starch, Dextrose and Sugar? Not sure if I fancy it that much now. Still, it might be alright.

You’ll have noticed how the blood from the edge of the can of peas I’d just opened is a lovely deep vibrant red. A healthy sign that you know! Haha!

 Made a nice strong brew of tea in the big mug. Not easy to clean this, with it being tall and narrow – but on the plus side, it keeps the drink hotter longer. Plus, it has an excellent big handle on it.

The noises from somewhere nearby are getting louder and more often now. I assume one of the flats is having their heaters either disconnected or a new one fitted. Mary told me she was without a proper heater for a few days last week, but they left her a portable convector heater to use, that nearly bankrupted her! She is a witty-laugh bless her.

Each time I get up from the computer for a wee-wee, cup of tea or to check on the cooking things to make sure I’d covered them, the erection outside still makes me jump when I see it.

Not used to it being there, I suppose.

I spent, even more, time on Graphicationalising on CorelDraw and CorelPaint.

Went to check that I’d not left any taps running or lights on and took this photograph down from the window

I wasn’t sure if they were delivering or taking something away.

I was impressed with the tenant’s car parking this morning, I must say.

The view from the kitchen window, looking so lovely, but it belied just how cold it actually was at the time.

Back to blogging. I got the Wednesday, no, that’s today. Sorry! Tuesday’s blog Emailed and did some WordPress Reading.

Finally finished the latest TFZ graphic.

Hours and hours spent sorting the personal dictionary and getting it into some kind of order. So tired by the time I had to stop through mental fatigue.

Got the nosh cooking.

Health Checks were done, medications were taken.

Sat down to read the book and fell asleep. Dreams about my trying to get through a door but not being able to work out how the handle worked?

The stuffing mix I made in the small foil tray came out okay. The cheesy potatoes were right.

I ate and enjoyed it, took the dish and things into the kitchen for washing up and realised I had forgotten to put the gravy on the plate! Tsk! Got the pots cleaned, dragged me back into the recliner, nibbles some nuts, read the book, then put the TV on and stayed awake for about three hours with only a few nod-offs, turned off the TV and drifted swiftly into a much-needed sleep. Ahh!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 7th November 2017: Wet Day

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Tuesday 7th November 2017

I didn’t wake up this morning. Hehe! I’d had a terrible night, woke up by the phone, then the Fire Alarm Shaker going off, and felt so attritional and ashamed at my getting things wrong, forgetting, being confused and this giving others hassle. The sense of compunction has eased slightly, but some guilt remains, churning away in my grey-cells. Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got on with finishing the diary for Monday.

The most surprising thing is all the many hours I’ve been up and about so-as-to-speak, no call to the Porcelain Throne yet.

0140hrs: Made a cuppa and did the Health Checks.

Medications were taken then. I’ve got some pain-killers now, but things were not painful, so I decided to leave half of them off the dosage imbibed. I did take an extra Magnesium though, the cramps were giving signs of wanting to enjoy themselves. Haha!

I feel a right milquetoast this morning. Confidence, what bit I had, has evanesced. Along with and traces of get-up-and-go and drive.

I robotically did the WordPress Reading. Some good stuff on there again today. The mood lightened a little with my reading the amusing things some bloggers had posted.

I then went on Facebooking.

Still no call to the Throne?

CorelDraw prep work was done.

0830hrs: Got the ablutions tended to and adorned the daywear clobber, then set off for the bus stop. The rain was drizzling on and off, and it was not too warm with it either. Masses of tenants in the queue this morning. Gossips, moans and laughter ensued.

Caught the Bestwood Bound Bus and dropped off with many others in Sherwood. Three of the gals on the bus, all good uns, was also going to Mansfield this morning, Doris told me where to catch the bus back from as we parted, bless her.

Over to the Dentists. It turned out the appointment for today had been cancelled in the melee over trying to get the teeth done over the last eight weeks or so. Back out and over the road to catch the Masfieldbus, and the three gals from the flats were there. A gossip was started that only stopped when a bus arrived much later. The girls said one was missing that’s why they were still there.

The bus was full, and I had to sit on a side seat. Most uncomfortable and had the risk of me sliding off of it all the way there. Hehe!

The ladies got off at the Sainsbury Store, I went on to Mansfield Bus Station and got the brolly up. Walked down through the underpass and took this picture.

I haven’t touched it up or played with it at all, this is how it was down there. Eerie lighting?

I might save this to do a funny graphic with later.

B&M Store and Pound Stretcher stores visited. Treated me to some chocolate nougat, and could not find any of the screw-lid tubs in either shop. Called into the paper shop to get a TV Magazine.

So sad here, with a complete row of retail units and a pub, all closed down.

As I hobbled towards the passageway back to the station, Dizzy Dennis visited and a bad one it was. I decided to make my way home straight away, I was feeling tired anyway.

Caught the bus without much delay and the rain came down fiercely, en route.

When I downloaded this photo next morning, I thought there was a telephone pole coming down on the left that I had not noticed. But it was a sticker on the bus window. Hehe!

The heavy rain kindly stopped and reduced to a few spots when I dropped off the vehicle in Sherwood.

Up and over the hill and right up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park, right and down the gravel footpath to the flats.

I bit dodgy with the wet soil, but I got down without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, I’m glad to report.

Mind you, the shoes socks and feet were a bit wet by the time I got in. Tsk!

The support cages or whatever they are called being put up by the workmen was now up to the top of the flats.

I hung out of the kitchen window to take these shots. While doing this, an urgent demand came from the innards for a Porcelain Throne visit. (At last!)

Messy again, took a while cleaning things up. I changed into the nightwear and put the wet clothes into the laundry bag for me to do in the morning. Dizzy Dennis had departed for the rest of the evening, bless him.

Got the meal cooking and took these shots, one from the front room and one from the kitchen again, of what the erection looks like under the balcony that will soon, not be a balcony? Haha!

Got the meal served up. A good mix tonight. Farls with cheese topping, beef steak pie, garden peas, Marmite Crisps and sliced boiled potato with vegemite and Balsamic sauce dotted about. Hehe! The teeth suffered when masticating a little, but it tasted so good.

Having the wash and cleaning the teeth were bleeding a fair bit from the loose one. My own fault for having the crispy sharp cheddar cheese on the Farls! Then took the medications and carried out the Health Checks

Sister Jane called me to tell me she had informed the Pegasus people for me. I thanked her. She is going into hospital for a neck X-ray in preparation for her operation. I hope she rings me to let me know how things went for her. I’ll stay in all day tomorrow, then I shouldn’t miss any call from her.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped.

Washed the pots and got settled into the £300 second-hand recliner.

Watched some TV on Channel 20. They are currently showing lots of the old stuff I like to watch. Unfortunately, I nodded off while Hetty Wainthrope Investigates was on, waking up two hours or so later – with the flipping Fire Alarm Strobe and pillow shaker going off again! I dare not ignore it. So, I went through the same schedule at the day before. Disentangled my body from the recliner, a quick look out of the window (No sign of emergency vehicles). Went to the front door, rested the handle with the back of my hand for any heat (None – in fact it was cold). Head out into the passageway, no alarms sounding outside at all. Back in the flat and checked both the other room in my mansion (belated).

Poured a cup of clementine juice and got back down in the chair, not now being able to sleep (I thought), I started to watch whatever it was on the gogglebox. Nodded-off within minutes.

Inchcock Today – Monday 6th November 2017

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Monday 6th November 2017

Macedonian: Понеделник 6 ноември 2017 година

0230hrs: Woke feeling a tad unwell, but this cleared up after I noticed in the bin, the multitudinous signs of my patent nocturnal nibblings.

Empty lemon mousse pot, Marmite crisp packet, two mini-cheese nibble bags and mystery crumbs on the Ottoman!

Also, the pot of chocolate nuts looked like I might have been delving into it with a vengeance. Huh! Then I recalled last nights meal disaster and eating only a few forkfuls of the concoction.

While pondering over this, and trying to avoid feelings of guilt and blame descending on me, I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner with some haste to get to the Porcelain Throne. A terribly messy affair. Cleaned things and me up and off to the kitchen. Did the Health Checks and took an extra ADRC capsule with the morning medications.

Anne Gyna was still bothering me a little, but Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both found to be in a good mood.

Did last weeks totals on the HC’s.

0300hrs: Sorted the Firework photos out and got a blog page done and posted with them.

Started this page going up to here, then did some WordPress Reading. Facebooking, then Email checks.

As the day grew lighter, another unique looking skyline. Almost a beige/brown line-strip on the horizon, that soon changed a deeper blue?

Tended to the ablutions and got (Well I thought I had at the time) everything sorted for the trip.

Out to the lift and pressed the call button – realised I had not got the hearing aids in, so nipped back and got them in. Back down the elevators and out into the cold but sunny weather. The workmen were putting up supports ready to do the outside of the balconies on my side of the building. At least I knew where the banging and clunking was coming from. They were on the second storey.

Along Chestnut Way and the chaps were having difficulties getting a delivery lorry trying to back into the compound where the new apartments were being built.

On towards the end of the road and the bus stop, and I realised I had not put the Surgery Card in my pocket, so, back once more to the flat to fetch it.

Down yet again, and some folks were at the bus-stop chinwagging as I passed them by on my walk to my destinations. The leaves were still frozen to the ground and some on the grass was too. Brr!

Down Winchester Street Hill, left up and over the incline and down into Carrington and to the Doctors Surgery.

I spoke with the receptionist. Going into depth about the problems caused for me with them not letting me know my INR level is reading in time, and sometimes not at all, so I have no chance of getting to the dentist in time if the result is in range, to beg them to fit me in. Also, their not giving me an appointment for the next DVT Blood Test and me forgetting to book one means I have to travel to either the City Hospital or QMC to have my next DVT Blood Test done.  She was very helpful verbally about it and said she would ask if anything could be done about it for me. I then asked for some extra pain-killers to be ordered, as I am using more currently with my toothache and Hippy Hilda Hassle. She said she would put in a request for me. I asked for an appointment for the next blood test next Monday, and she gave me Monday 13th Nov 0939hrs. I thanked her.

Nurse Nichole came into the office area, and very worryingly, my smile and wave went unanswered. This put me in a depression straight away. I’m hoping she had not seen me.

I departed and wandered down the road to the chemists.

Near one of the house gates, some Nottingham Street Art was photographed. A garden BBQ I think it was.

Over the pelican lights and down to the pharmacy. Collected the bag of prescriptions.

Then along to the Lidl store, seeking some of the Italian Chestnuts. I bought the last three packs they had on the shelves and a bar of chocolate with hazelnuts. Paid up and made my way to Hucknall Road to go to the GUM clinic.

Caught the 17 bus, and en route I got out the appointment card and Whoopsiedangleplop, it was for next Monday the 13th, not today! Still, it was for 1440hrs, so I’ll have tons of time to get there after the blood test. Lucky that!

I decided to stay on the bus and go to Bulwell. Where I could feed the mallards, try B&M for the curried beans and Fulton Foods for any bargains on offer.

Dropped off the bus and made my way into Bulwell Market.

Called at the cheapo shop, but nothing of interest on offer. Hobbled to the Fulton shop and had a peruse around. Ended up getting two Cooked Polish Chicken legs, the ones that cost about £2.50 to £3 at Tesco. They were short dated, but only cost 69p each! Well pleased with the bargain. Also a packet of cooked beef slices. I left and walked across the square to get to the B&M unit, I realised I may have made a bit of a Whoopsiedangleplop had been made again. Could I eat this delicious chicken with the poorly teeth? Twit!

B&M had nothing of interest either. Walked across to the River Leen bridge and fed the Mallards and pigeons. Something below the bridge disturbed and fritted the pigeons, and I caught them taking off. They were soon back to finish off their nuts and mealworms.

The bags were seeming to get more massive now.

The weight of a dollop of medications didn’t help. Hehe!

It was not getting any warmer either, despite the Sun shining to try an fool us.

Got to the Tram Station and validated my Pensioners Free Bus Pass on the machine.

A crowd grew, and I knew I was in for a battle and physical danger when the transport arrived. It is always the same from Bulwell. The doors open and a free-for-all takes place. I know to just wait until the others have fought their way on before getting on. Wise.

The train arrived in about twelve minutes, and I got on, and there were plenty of free seats for a change.

Over the next few stops, the tram filled and many people were standing. When we arrived at Radford Road, two ticket inspectors got on, and about ten to twelve passengers got up late when they saw them and got off themselves? Highly suspicious! Most certainly some None-payers in the exodus for sure I thought.

I alighted at the Theatre Royal, and with fortunate timing too.

When I got to the bus stop on Queen Street, the L9 was due in three minutes according to the electronic sign.

Had a bash at the crossword book en route back to Woodthorpe Court. With struggling a little with the bags, I was last off of the vehicle, and many of the wonderfully social tenants wanting to get on spoke to me. Things like: “Christ I thought it’d be you making us wait!”, “Come on Gerry, Gerry move on!”,  “Tsk! You old fool!”, “Where the ‘ell ‘ave yo bin then?” and my favourite of those I  heard;  “Who let you out again?” Hehehe, True! A witty gang, bless em.

Hobbling down to the building, I saw that the workmen were now up to the floor below mine with the support fitting metal frames erections. When I got up, and in the flat, the noise was horrendous, and I had a headache within minutes. But no point in complaining, it’s got to be done.

Put the computer on to record the appointment for the INR Blood Test for Monday 13th, and guess what? I have a Dentists appointment at the same time. Krapgunglespit, another Whoopsiedangleplop! Never mind, tomorrow I’ll call on the dentist and explain the situation and cancel it until later.

While I had the machine on, I did a Morrison Order.

Got the nosh ready.

The chicken was delicious, and I managed to get around the teeth problems by breaking bits off of the leg and cutting them up. But still caught the incisors a few times making me jump. Haha!

Well shattered and worn out now, I put the washing in the bowl, sat down, put a DVD on and promptly fell asleep.

Sister Jane stirred me back to life with a phone call. She said that the Police from Pegasus had called her, they had been trying to get in touch with me to confirm whether I needed to stay on or go off the register with them. I had forgotten to tell them about my change of address. She kindly said she would thank them for me and cancel my listing tomorrow. I felt so guilty as she was informing me and rightly telling me off and saying: “People like you must annoy them, so, not answering their letters.” As she spoke, I did recall getting a letter forwarded from the old place but have no idea what I did with it now. Perhaps it was during one of my blank spots or dizzy spells I don’t know. But I felt all the self-loathing and hatred coming on again. Janet told me to wait to visit her until she had her operation and had got back home, then she might want a visit later, to cheer her up. Most sensible thought that. I hope things go well for her and she can wear what footwear she fancies afterwards. I might go with her or meet her in town so she can pick out a pair of shoes she fancys for Christmas and her Birthday?

Depressed, I tried to get back to sleep, and eventually I managed it.

Then the new Fire Alarm Shaker went off under the back cushion! The Strobe did not activate, though. As we all (Most of us anyway) know, I get confused much more lately, and this did me no good at all. I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and put my hearing aids in, looked out of the window, no signs of any brigade in attendance.

Felt the door handle on the main door with the back of my hand, no heat, so I opened it, no sounds of any alarm activation sounding?

After this, I could no longer sleep at all. So I stayed up and updated this diary. The compunction and penitential thoughts combined with fretting about the alarm made sure there would be no more sleep tonight.

I must remember to let Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana know about this. If it is to give false alarms like this often, I’d sooner not have it installed.

0100hrs: A rotten ending to a bad day, and lousy start to another.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 5th November 2017: Bonfire Night

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Sunday 5th November 2017

Azerbaijani: Bazar 5 Noyabr 2017

0220hrs: Woke, with evidence of much nocturnal nibbling having taken place during what little sleep I’d gotten, with an acidulous taste in my mouth and throat?

I dislodged my ever growing torso from the £300 second-hand recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to make a brew. I felt like I should make it in an aspergillum; such was the guilty feeling inside of the encephalon, and mind. I suffered from such strong feelings of self-reproach, self-condemnation, feelings of guilt, pangs of conscience, contrition, almost disgrace! After a few moments and stubbing my toe on the bucket I’d left out to remind myself to mop the floor today, I decided whatever I was dreaming about was most likely the reason for this extra-depth depression.

I took a look at the notepad.

There was not much scribbled on it, and I could not decipher what there was anyway.

The last line may start with Picklement? There were no memories or recollections of any details either.

I think that maybe it is a good thing that I cannot recall the nightmare. Considering how it has left me feeling?

Did the Health Checks and took the morning medications with the tea.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. A little messy again, but there was no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, the teeth or Little Inchy.

Onto the computer and finalised the Saturday Chronicle.

Started this one off up to here.

0420hrs: Did the WordPress reading next. Checked the Emails and comments.

0549hrs: Facebooking started.

0800hrs: Took a photograph of the amazingly coloured sky put there.

Had another wee-wee and put the kettle on again.

Started working on another TFZer graphic next.

Nearly ten-o-clock now, I’ll maketh a cuppa and get the ablutions tended to. I nice long shave shower and scrub-up. The weather was so cold. I’ll put the heater on early in the wet room methinks.

Took a nice shower, shave etc.

I got the fish out of the freezer in readiness to go into the oven. A big lump of smoked Cod. I don’t think much will be needed to eat along with this dollop of fish, so I decided tomatoes and one small potato would be enough when I eat the meal later.

I decided to take a hobble up and through the Tree Copse and back down the hill to the flats.

Only a very short hobble, but despite my not feeling on top form, I considered a little exercise would do me some good. Better than being inactive I think.

Dressed and wrapped up well I exited through the foyer doors.

By gum, it was so cold out there. The cunning sun was shining brightly, but not emitting any heat at all. Brrr!

Took this photo to my right, and then turned to face the other way and took this excellent example of a glaring sun with its lack of warmth, along Chestnut Way.

Up the gravel hill and over to the Copse. It felt a bit eerie in a way, no dogs, owners, ankle-snappers or birds about at all?

With the bright but sinisterly cold sun helping me with the photographing, I made my way up the path at the side of the trees. The poor Copse was already looking a little sad, a sign of winter and the bad weather to come.

I hope the Meteorological merchants are wrong about the snow being on the way. Really cold, by the time I got to the top of the hill and out of the Copse. Despite the hard going and Anne Gyna starting off.

Leaving the trees, the sun provided me with a shot of my shadow. It was here that I realised I’d taken the umbrella with me?

Up to the path and right near the family and kids cafe and play area. A lot of dogs walking their owners in this area.

I walked around and down back towards the flats at the bottom of the hill.

Underfoot was a bit dodgy here.

The walkway was blogged with what seemed like millions of Autumnal leaves.

Not wanting to sound like an aretaloger, but I was pleased with how well I managed to struggle down to the flats area. Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna both giving me some stick in their respective styles. Hehe!

I should have known better than to get feeling satisfied and cocky with myself… At the bottom of the incline turning right, I slipped on mud hidden under the dry leaves. I didn’t go over, though. But Hilda Hips was hassled an not harmlessly with my sudden imitation of a hippopotamus ballet dancing to try to keep his balance! Very sad, yet so comical at the time. I wondered if this was caught on the CCTV camera? Hahaha!

Limpingly, red-facedly and painfully I made my way to the apartment’s foyer. Fellow tenant Roger was sat in there, and we had a little chinwagging session. Apart from him being able to hear without any aids, we both, I found, shared a lot of ailments. And his Hippy Hilda was also not in a good mood with him either. Bade him farewell and up to the apartment and onto the Porcelain Throne. Messy again, so I decided to take the medications and added an extra painkiller for Hilda and an ADRC capsule to the dosages.

Getting the fish into the oven, and Sister Jane rang. Hubby Pete had gone out, and she had time to call me. A very good natter was held.

Anne Gyna calmed down now, the hobbling had stopped, and even Hippy Hilda was not so painful now.

I got the nosh served up. It looked and smelt appealing. Very illusory and ambiguous! I decided never to freeze any fresh fish again. Everything, bar the lemon dessert on the tray was terrible. The bread too hard, the tomatoes foul and bitter, the potato tasteless and the fish tasted and masticated like cardboard! Still, no bother with the teeth. Humph!

Washed the pots up and settled to watch something on the box. Nodded-off and woke in the dark, with the noise of fireworks outside.

So I rose and took some photographs from the kitchen window.

I think I’ll do a WordPress blog page with these photographicalisations tomorrow, along with yesterday’s efforts.

I took about twenty shots in all, but am aware that some (Many!), would not be up to scratch nor unusable.

Belatedly did the Health Checks and medications taken.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and soon drifted off again.