Isolated Inchcock: Wednesday 8th April 2020: Muddled mayhem, messsing up the mind!

April 08

2020 ttttApr08

Wednesday 8th April 2020

Esperanto: Merkredon 8 Aprilon 2020

0000 April 08 Sandy

GMX0603:20hrs: I woke, having had all of three hours actual sleep. The body and mind were not interested in waking, moving, thinking or getting out the uncomfortable, £300 second-hand, c1968, sickenly beige-coloured, rickety recliner. Together for once, the brain and body agreed, and I turned slightly to a more comfortable position, to nod-off in.

WD 0.40.0 As I did so, a deadly wet and warm bottom-blurp ‘Plumf!’ escaped from the rear end! That ended any chance of nodding off again! For it was followed by a movement developing from the innards! How the heck I managed to get to the wet room on time, I don’t know.

WD 0.40.0 It stuttered and stopped half-way again, like yesterday. All I could do was grab the crossword book, grit my teeth at the pain, and wait! Which is what I did! After a while (and a few puzzle clues answered [Oh, yes!]), The evacuation started sharply again. A sort of Shploosh, plop, plop, plop later, it was all over! The blood flowed freely on wiping things. A good wash and medicationing session, finding Inchies Fungal Lesion had bled during my sleeping hours (All three of them!), the most painful of areas to medicate.

I did have a moment when I asked the Lord, why me? But he didn’t answer!

Washed and antisepticated the touch-points, and went to the recliner room, to check if I’d knocked anything over in bumbling rushed attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time.

WD 0.40.0 Oh, dearie me! signs of nocturnal nibbling lay all around the chair! Guilt dawned on me. Then went away again! When I realised it was not my fault, I was not in control of my mind while I was sleeping… Then the guilt returned when I recognised that nowadays, I not in control during most of my waking hours either! Hahaha!

I cleaned things up, not properly or with any enthusiasm mind.

3Wed02WD 0.40.0 I sat down on the computer chair, to reach some missed bits of what was a masticated cheese biscuit, and… I’d sat on an old RAOB medal, the pin bent as it went in my bum, and my spirits sank at so many things going wrong so often! I also noticed a bruise on the arm. Closer inspection, revealed it was not from yesterday’s blood taking, but most likely from the Clopidogrel. It’ll be gone within 24 hours, but a new one will come-up somewhere else. Tsk! I’d like to know how the pin got on the swivel chair in the first place?

I could get depressed, you know! Grubbulisations!

WD 0.40.0 I got on the computer, by the time I should have been finishing off the updating of yesterday’s blog – then made a start on doing it. Humph! But got sidetracked, by the mind coming up with a bit of a funny ode idea, about Coronavirus.

WD 0.40.0 So, got it written and posted off. Then, I got on with the Tuesday blog updating at last. Got it done, and went on the TFZer Facebooking, and forgot all about sending the blog off!

WDP 1LWD 0.40.0 I got the ablutions seen to, just in case anyone from the Diabetes Ingeus, The NCC food parcel sending avoiders, deliveries from Amazon or the Clinic called or phoned me. What a mess! I cut the gums cleaning the teeth. Had four cuts shaving. Dropped the razors (several times), the carbolic soap (three times), shower head (twice), and the towel (twice)! I cleaned up and medicated areas in need.

WDP 1LbWD 0.40.0 Then on the way out, I knocked the standu[ clothes airer over with the togs on it! Stood it back up, bent down to retrieve the clothes, and clouted my head on the corner of the wet room door!

The Lord was still not listening to me! The heuristics and problems of life, have become too much for me to cope with nowadays!

3Wed04I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

I got back to the computer, and Sister Jane rang me, mentioning the funny ode, adding that the diary had not been received yet! The line was difficult to hear again, kept fading in and out. I foolishly, well, unthinkingly, replied that I had posted it to her and Pete. The urgent need for a wee-wee developed while we were nattering, and I shot off to the wet room.

WD 0.40.0 The wee-wee started encouragingly with a gentle trickle, and despite my best efforts and a lot of time, it got no further. Which puzzled my already tormented brain! This is when I realised that I had not sent off the Inchcock Today! Washed and disinfected, and back to the computer to send off the link. Pete had sent an email informing me he had not received it! Klutz! I replied with an embarrassing, but funny answer.

3Wed05An Amazon order arrived, it was the single servings of long-life milk. They should have a long expiry date on them. I was going to check them but forgot all about it. Twit! I struggled with the box and the walking stick, it took me a long time, but I did get them to the kitchen in the end. I stored them under the draining board. 

I made a start on this blog. But it was interrupted, many times.

WD 0.40.0 The first one was the mobile-phone ringing. It was a lady from Ingeus. The line was almost useless, her voice kept fading in and out all through the long, convoluted unwanted conversation and question and answer time. I had to repeatedly ask her to say again if you please. It’s hit and miss if I got the messages properly. Checking the usual names, dates, contact number, Doctors, NHS number etc.. It was doi,ng my concentration no good at all. However, I think since they cancelled all of the Diabetes courses due to the virus, some money-manager has decided to run an online course, so they can get money out of the NHS for doing it. It is to start on Thursday 23rd April, at 10@00am, and I am to log on fifteen minutes early. The lady will send links and details to me via email. There was possibly more I should have digested, well, I know there was, but I think she took me asking her to say again, as an answer to some of the question, because she said ‘Okay’ or ‘Good’, and moved on to the next query. She was on that long, the battery ran out on the phone!

I put it on charge as the door chimes rang out! It was laptop dancer and Warden Hauptsturmfhreress Deana. She was handing out Easter Eggs from Nottingham City Homes. We had a distanced natter, and Josie appeared at her door. She did not look very well, and she shot back in while I was talking to her. Oh, dear! Poor gal.

3Wed06Back to the computer. Minutes later, the intercom flashed and sounded. It was another delivery from Amazon. Of 24 cans of clementine juice! I thought I’d ordered tomato juice? But still, they will do me fine, I like citrus juices.

Getting this box in, was more of a test of my limited resources, with it being so heavy. But we got there.

Then I realised how late it was. Well beyond my usual head-down time. My breathing began to come a little laboured. But I wanted to stay awake, in case any of the NCC Assistance volunteers arrived. Four times now I’ve been told someone will contact me the next day. Still, waiting. If I knew their number, I ring them to tell ’em not to bother, after thanking them of course. Then, I may get some sleep? Oh, I’m getting bitter!

Updated this post some, and then thought I’d better get some nosh sorted out. Chips, bread & butter, last of the mushroom pattie, tomatoes, beetroot… yes that sounds good to me. And a lemon Vienna cake or two (they are only tiny, honest!) for afters, being as I am struggling to find any yoghourts or mousse available.

Only three hours sleep last night, and here I am, finding myself trying to stay awake in case the promised four-times visitor calls or arrives. My health is at risk here.

WD 0.40.0 As as I was prepping the meal, well supper by now, Dusty Springfields tune to ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ came from the door. I opened it, to see nobody out there. No parcels left on the hallway floor? I nipped out to the lift lobby for a gander, no lifts were moving, and I spotted the new sign; ‘Only one person at a time to be in the lift’. Fair enough with me!

3Wed32I opened a packet of the Iceland Pork & Leef sausages to give them a try, but I remembered I had some of the Surami fish stick still in the fridge, with a short use-by date on them, so returned the sausages back to the freezer.

WD 0.40.0 The cough was getting niggly and the breathing no easier. So I took the evening medications with an extra pain killer (the toothache was coming open the more tired I got) and had a gargle of TCP. Which, on reflection, was not a good idea to do just before eating anything! But I was so tired out and drained mentally, the old grey-cells were wandering a bit.

3Wed33I opted for, tomato sarnies, sweet potato fries, beetroot, Surimi sticks and seaweed snacks, with caramelised onion chutney, for the main course. And two teeny-weeny lemon meringue cakes, and a can of the clementine juice for afters.

WD 0.40.0 I noticed that the use-by date was only 20th April 2020! I wondered why they were so cheap! Haha!

WD 0.40.0 I’m afraid that the mess of a meal had many disappointing facets to it: The sweet potato fries, McCains brand as well, were horribly mushy and tasted only of sugar! I ate only a few of them. The Iceland wholemeal bread had already gone hard-crusted and dry! I broke off the crusts and ate two of the three – the crumbs were scattered all over me, the chair and the carpet! Tsk! The beetroots were tasteless! I left half of them.

3Wed06On the plus side, the Surimi, seaweed crispies, and pickle were all great! The lemon Vienesse cakes were mouth-wateringly acceptable! Perhaps the best came after I took the tray to the kitchen and cleaned up the bread-crumbs, was the Italiano Clementine drink. It was not sweet at all, but tangy and bitter-tasting, and that suited me.

A shame that I bought the last box from Amazon. Overall, the drink, Surimi and cakes, kept this nosh to a reasonable rating of 6/10.

I washed and changed into the night attire, feet up on the swivel chair – this was because the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, grotty-gungy-beige coloured, c1968, uncomfortable, rickety, ready-for-recycling, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, was not working.

3Wed34It was damaged by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, he damaged it, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. The Peripheral neuralgia right leg, looked like the old ankle ulcer might be trying to come back again? I don’t think you can see it in this photo, but I knew it was there, the itching gave it away. Hahaha!

WD 0.40.0 Oh, I meant peripheral neuropathy, not neuralgia, sorry. I don’t think there is anything called that. Or how or why I keep calling it wrongly? I should imagine all the other ailments, mental and physical, have ganged up, to have another laugh at me. Hehehe! 

However, after getting settled, I ate some yoghourt covered cashew nuts, and tried to let my fatigue win, and get some sleep. Amazingly I drifted of within what seemed like a couple of minutes.

WD 0.40.0 I woke a further few minutes later, with a jump! I cannot work out how, but in those few minutes, I’d had a marathon of a dream. Being chased through burning bombed flats, down the stairs from whatever floor I was on, being shot at and things thrown at me by my pursuers dying… No stick needed in this nightmare, I was running like the clappers, I had hair, that was on fire, and clocking in a timekeeping card in a reader, on each floor! But I don’t think I ever got down to the ground floor, at least, I can’t remember. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a nightmare like that. It proved the brain wasn’t completely dead. Hahaha!

Inchcockski – Frid 3 Apr 2020: A mentally macaronic, hudibrastic day, but with kindness shown.

April 03

2020 ttttApr03

Friday 3rd April 2020

Igbo: Fraị Fraịde 3 Eprel 2020

0000 April 03 Group

GM brown L03:00hrs: I woke, and immediately started trying to solve the issues of the lost end of yesterday. I got nowhere, and am still none the wiser as to any actions for about a four hour period of Thursday evening. I spent a good while attempting to glean some memory, but no! The toothache began to come on, then.

Abruptly, the need for a wee-wee arrived. I fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working (Broken by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete), recliner. Caught my balance, got the stick, and over to the empty, unused overnight GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Thus, I was caught out by the violent nature of the TTSLTATO (Torrential-Throughout-Stopped-Like-Turning -A-Tap-Off) mode wee-wee!

wd 0.0.30 As I made my way to the kitchen, the demand for the Porcelain Throne came, so I diverted to the wet room. A contrary session compared to the last few; Not much input needed from me, very swiftly evacuated, no overly putrid pongs, far less painful, but messy in the extreme. A lot of the preciously-short supply of toilet paper had to be used. Much cleaning and medicating and the PPs changed. Oh, and the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harolds Haemorrhoids was minuscule.

 Back to the kitchen. My waking up so late, the view was lighter than normal, so I took a shot of the lights straight ahead. Then, I stupidly thought I’d get the step ladders and take a shot of Chestnut Walk down below. Not easy of course, with the new, unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, light and view-blocking windows that let the rain in! It looked like a tenant, who had vacated the free parking space next to the white car, might have an oil leak?

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5Fri007cwd 0.0.30A But, foolishly I thought if I take care, it should be safe enough. (Klutz!) I got the steps from the balcony without any bother, set them in position. And climbed up just two of the runs, and took the second picture on the way down. (Talk about bad timing!) Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and an unintended no-control-over right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance routine from the right leg for a few seconds only was enough to have me over on my back on the floor! Frumpworthy Grobblecurses! Still, it could have been worse. The tumble and landing were not too bad, but the getting back up again was painful and farcical. Good job I had the four-Pronger-stick with me at the time. Hey-ho!

I took the step ladders back and returned to imbibe the medications, oil the ear-holes, pain-gel the leg, spray the saccades stuff on the eyes, and make a brew of Morrison’s Extra Strong Black Assam tea. To the computer.

I started on CorelDraw, with making up some mini-graphics for the greeting pictures for the blog. Then I had to make up a template for today’s post. Then I got the updating done for the Thursday post, which proved easier and quicker than usual. This was helped by my not remembering much and probably missing off much of what happened in the evening. This is not unusual; it’s happening more often nowadays. I did mention it some months ago to the doctor, who wasn’t concerned, and I think DR Vindla had anticipated me starting to go a tad senile. Tsk!

I got the post completed anyway. Emailed some links to it. Then put a couple of graphics on Pinterest. All this in-between so frequent wee-wees, all of a variable mode, from dribble-drip to hose-pipe like ones? Then went on the WordPress Reader. Finally, a blast at the TFZer Facebooking.

5Fri01wd 0.0.30 I had a go at trying to find a food delivery shop with slots free. It would have been easier for me to appear as Prima Ballerina in Swan Lake! No chance! It’s getting harder, not more comfortable to get food!

I am a little concerned about the future.

5Fri06It was getting light already. I went to make another brew, of Thompsons Punjana. And I decided to get some mushrooms sliced and into the slow cooker for later in the day. I used the last of the light soy sauce, and balsamic vinegar to flavour the fungi. I might use the tin of minced beef with it, or I have one of the cook-in-the-bag braised beef I could use. Then again, I have a can of chilli baked beans and potato wedges in the cupboard… Mmm? My shilly-shallying, indecisiveness, and mental-stammering, really wee’s me off! Oh, I don’t know!

I made the tea, and returned to this blog, and made a start on it. I was doing well, until Saccades-Sandra kicked off, making eye-focussing a problem. And this slowed everything down again. The ever-having-to-correct-things mode had to be engaged! Frogglemoths!

5Fri11I took a break and went to make yet another brew, this time Glengettie. But I’m glad I did at that time. For outside, down on the bottom field, I saw a human being! Yes! Hehehe!

One man and his dog. I can’t say I’ve ever seen them before. Then again, under normal circumstance (Yes, I can remember them, just!), I would have been in the wet room at this time, doing my ablutions.

Amazing how watching this chap, probably the poor chap has been laid off from work, and his dog, playing fetch. The dog was a bundle of energy, just watching him tired me out. Hehe!

I got a feeling elation just watching the only two tellurians in my sight, so contended and happy!

The full of fun pooch will not be bothered by the Coronavirus! Bless him or her!

5Fri12I tried to get an Iceland delivery slot again. Fool!

Pressed on with CorelDrawing to do some graphics, but it’s a slow, frustrating job.

Then, things got complicated. Well, somewhat confusing for this old-timer. Things started to become busy suddenly. A business that required decisions and my memory to be used! Asking a lot this was. Hehehe! Tsk!5Fri13

wd 0.0.30 Jenny called, asking if I wanted some whole milk from her freezer. I could put it in the fridge to thaw out for later. I thanked her. And told her I’d leave the caramel wafers in a bag for her. I hastened to find them, but could not! Dummkopf! I knew I’d put them in a bag ready, but where, I have yet to discover! I found the other things I’d saved, but not the caramel wafers? I put them on the door-knob.

wd 0.0.30 I put the milk in the fridge door and the four letters I’d found on the floor, to the main room.

  • 5Fri16One letter was about the apartment’s rent.
  • Another about how the Nottingham City Homes are responding to the Coronavirus outbreak.
  • The third was an NCH one about the City Rates, with a Nottingham Arrow newsletter. I must find time to give it a perusal.
  • The last one was heartwarming, indeed! It was from someone signing it, “From ‘A Resident'”, and no name indicated. How amazing and kind some people are. A big thank you to whoever it was that donated these for me!

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They will be super to counter the toothache! I took one straight-away! Cheers, and appreciation to my unknown benefactor!

I got back to CorelDrawing, but again, I did not get far, the landline chirped and flashed into life.

wd 0.0.30 It was Oberstgrüppenfhureress Desk-top dancer Warden Deana. She asked how things were and, had I any problems. I could have mentioned my Amnestic Syndrome Sinbad, Harolds Haemorrhoids, Anne Gyna, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, Duodenal Donald, Toothache Thomas. (Stopped for a breather) Reflux Roger, Clopidogrel, Lethologica, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Thrombophlebitis Barry, Dysaesthnervesia Dai, Axonotmesis Axle, Konrad Confusion. (Stopped for a breather again) Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Saccades Sandra, CDP, Deafness Derek, Flatulent Frank, Trotsky Terence, or the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing right leg, but I didn’t. Hehehe!

wd 0.0.30 I expressed my concerns over the prescriptions and would they be delivered. Deana said she would ring them and call back. She inquired about shopping help, and put me on ‘The Golden List’ Bless her for the assistance!

wd 0.0.30 I got back on CorelDraw. The shaking had stopped, but the weariness was dawning. A few minutes late, Deana rang again. The Golden Helpers will get in touch with me. I’d remembered the problems with not being able to get any cash, and mentioned it to Deana. Saying without the help I’d had from Jenny, I would be in a right pickle! She told me to tell the Golden people when they call. She would mention this to the volunteers, who might have a swipe machine, next time she speaks with them, what if anyone has no cash? I thanked her.

wd 0.0.30 Back to the Coreldrawing, yet again. The ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ tune rang out. I got to the door, and it was someone delivering part of the wax-removal kit I’d ordered some time in the distant past! No use, of course, the inserts without a rod to attached to use them. Humph! Still, at least I’m halfway there now, Haha! The problem with this Coronavirus ain’t going away!

I made a brew, during which it dawned on me (Things have been known to in the past, you know!) I’ve got to keep alert in case any helpers ring. So I can’t go in the shower in case I cannot hear the telephone, mobile or intercom ring. They may be phoning anytime from in two hours, up to tomorrow night, I think Deana said. This has kyboshed my plans for getting the ablutions done! I’m smelly, need a shave and medications doing? But if I do, I risk missing the shopping helpers, the Haemostasis, and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, (Gawd I love that title!), or any possible answer from the Dentist.

Life has become such a struggle. Harrumph!

I’ll try to get a wash and shave in the kitchen, now. Means moving everything into there first, and must taketh care over dizzies, shakes and dropsies. Oh, dear, here goes!

I decided to use the wet room after all, and I kept the door wide open. Which I thought was a great idea so I could see any flashing and have a chance of hearing any ringing. Put the shirt and socks to soak in the washing up bowl, and off to the wet room.

wd 0.0.30 Unfortunately, leaving the wet room door wide open was also perfect for walking into! Grumph! Ah, well, at least I didn’t have the spectacles on to break this time. Looking in the bright side here!

No socks put on, so I avoided the sock-glide battle! Noi bleeding from Little I~nchies fungal lesion! And, Harold’s Haemorrhoids, only bled a smidge. The dropsies we about average, the five drops of the razors was a little 5Fri019ahigher than usual, though.

I didn’t really feel refreshed or properly clean, with not using the shower. But betterer in myself anyway. And the pins (legs) were looking a lot better, as well.

5Fri019I got the washing in the sink done, wrung and hung. Got the veg and potatoes into a normal saucepan, tasted it, and added a little more light soy sauce, it was a bit bland.

I added some things to the shopping list for the kind volunteers when they arrive, well, call me.

I really was tired now. But dare not let myself fall asleep, just in case the people ring up about the shopping and means of payment.

5Fri30I got the meal served up and turned on the TV, anything with subtitles, so I don’t need the headphones on and fail to hear the door-chimes, intercom or telephone.

I added a can of potatoes to the saucepan, heated in with the other stuff, and got the feast eaten. A 7/10 for flavour and taste. I had three wholemeal bread thins with it, leaving me three for tomorrows nosh. The cupboard with the canned goods stock, had never looked so bare in all the years I’ve been here. But, the has been overstocked for months. I wonder if my EQ was telling me to stock up? Haha!

5Fri31

I got the pots washed, and checked plugs, stove etc. and settled in the hopes of getting some rest and sleep in. Then remembered, I needed to stay awake, in case the Golden volunteer people or dentist calls me.  Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating! As I got down on the recliner and turned the TV on, a late sun came out! I’d not closed the curtains either, so that helped prevent me from nodding off to start with. I decided to get up and close the blinds.

wd 0.0.30A The curtain hooks, several of them, dropped from the top rail. I left them for attention in the morning. I was not up to tackling the step ladder at that moment.

5Fri32I found that Law & Order was showing back to back episodes with sub-titles, so had a look at them. I say them, I nodded off for a few minutes so often, I just couldn’t follow the storyline. Grumpworthiness! I found an Interscepter programme and turned to it, that was subtitled as well.

5Fri33wd 0.0.30 But the nod-offs were winning the ‘Stay-Awake’ battle.

I woke often but was soon back in the land of nod for another few minutes bliss. I’ve no idea if I missed any callers on the landline, mobile, on the intercom, or at the door.

Again, sweet Morpheous resisted for a long time.

Inchcockski – Wed 11 Mar 2020: Photographicalisationing in Nottingham, today!

2020 Mar 11

2020 tttMar11

Wednesday 11th March 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 11. Ožujka 2020. Godine

000 Mar 11

GM09LWD 100.20.0 01:05hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and as soon as I tried to move from the rickety recliner, Dizzy Dennis was there ready to pounce, and he sure did! Thankfully, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, etc. were all calm.

The struggle to get up and grab the stick on its own, nearly me toppling over!

Fantastically, by the time I got to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and the few spots of wee that had to be forced out, started; Dizzy had done a runner? (But he kept returning, for a few minutes at a time, then things got back to normal, repeatedly all morning long!) For some reason, the pins felt terribly stiff all over?

WDP 20194Off to wash the bucket and have a quick wash. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, fortuitously, while I was in the wet room, a foot away from the bowl! One of the most comfortable sessions I’ve had for a long time, weeks possibly. The pain, as usual, was there, but not so acute. The evacuation was quicker and the mess minimal. I was pretty chuffed at that!

3Wed01I dropped the jammie-bottoms and had a look at the pins (legs)Good heavens! They looked odder in size to each other, but both were carrying a lot of fluid retention—time for the Furesomide tablet to be taken for a few mornings methinks.

3Wed05To the kitchen, got the kettle on, took a photographicalisation of the morning view, took the medications (with a Furesomide), then dosed the ear-holes with olive oil, and made the super-flavoursome Glenghettie tea.

3Wed06An email from Iceland, telling me there had been changes made to my order. Humph! To the computer, and checked on the Iceland delivery email. As I anticipated, the ‘unavailable’ list was all toilet rolls and kitchen towels! Still, they were kind enough not to charge me for them. Hehehe!

WD 100.20.0 I had a visit from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Dizzy Dennis, they spent a while keeping me company.

3Wed12 (2)I got on with making some needed to continue blogging graphics, first. Then to the job of updating the Tuesday post diary. Which was very time-consuming. But I eventually got it finished. All done and posted off.

3Wed08I then opened the Amazon box. Everything was there, the ear-blower ball, dropper bottles and the ear-wax remover tool. Soon as I get the time, I’ll try the de-waxer out. All three were made in China. No Coronavirus germs in with them, I hope?

Back on the computerisationing. I put some snaps on Pinterest. Then answered some comments on WordPress. Next, a long time spent on TFZer Facebooking. I really could not ask for more pleasant cyber-company, I love ’em all. ♥

A big bash on the WordPress Reader section. With being so busy lately, I’d got behind with it. All caught up now, glad I didn’t some of them they were great photo’s.

3Wed03WDP 20194Time to get the ablutions done! And a good session this was too!

No bangs or knocks disrobing. The dropsies were less than they’ve been for ages, just the shaving foam, razor (2), shower gel bottle and I did drop the spectacles when putting them back on after the shower.

As for the Sock-Glide, well, I had a little talk with it before tackling getting the hosiery on. I know, I’m bonkers! But it seemed to work miracles. No bruises, trapped or cut fingers, dropping it, knocking it off of the shower chair, no falling-off of 3Wed13the seat either! Brilliant!

I got the handwashing sorted out post-haste, done wrung and hung.No proper Whoppsiedangleploppings, but I made a right mess doing it.

3Wed10aDid the ears with the new remover tool. Doing the right ear-hole, relied on Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not playing up, first signs of this, and I’ll stop and try again later. It’s not worth making the hearing any worse. A fiddly, painstaking task, but I coped pretty well with it today.

Anyroad, today they were not too frequent, so I got the tips assembled with a few dropsies suffered. I have to say, they were good at getting a grip on the ear wax. Of which much was removed from each tab-hole. Cleaning the tips was a hard job, trying not to break them at the same time. I put some more olive oil in both external auditory meatus (I looked that up, hehe!) I’ll try to do the de-icing every week methinks. (De-Icing? I meant de-waxing, Tsk!) Returned to the computer, with a fresh mug of Thompson tea, of course.

3Wed33On the CorelDrawing for mere seconds, and the doorbell chimed out its ♫I only want to be with you♫ tune. It was the Iceland delivery man with only a few bags for me. (Someone had admitted him in through the foyer door) He dropped them in the hallway, I thanked him, and off he shot. As anticipated, the paper towels and toilet rolls were missing, out-of-stock!

3Wed34WD 100.20.0 I got the bits stored away. You may note the Skinny Whip box? I thought they should be alright, as they are small in size, and only 99 calories each. I thought when I ordered them, they were ice cream bars. And I put them in the freezer. Later I found they were not. Tsk! The Special price, 50p Willow, the beef and half of the onions I put in a bag for the social kitchens.

I assembled some black bags to go to the chute and put them near the door to take with me as I left. A carrier with the nibbles, and Beef joint for the kitchen in another. Then the faffling about double-checking lights, taps etc. was completed, the trolley and jacket checked to see that everything needed was in them. Finally, I got out. The workmen, well it was workwomen this morning working in the hallway, took the bags off of me and took them to the chute. Then cleared a way through for me and the trolley. Bless ’em! 

Down to ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Obergruppenführeresses Wardens, Holding Cell Office. I passed Warden Deana en route. Then dropped off the nibbles. Into the Social Lounge area and handed the beef and bits over for the kitchen. Then to the Winchester Court lobby to await the bus.

3Wed14aThe trip to town was a battle-ridden to stay in the side-saddle seat job. But I managed to have a go at the crosswording all the same. The bus was diverted today, this did not please the driver.

Arriving in town and alighting on Parliament Street. I noticed that the vandalised fencing had survived the nights Nottinghamian Drunks attentions this time… But maybe it had been re-erected earlier? Hehe!

3Wed15Into the Poundland Store, in search of kitchen towels and/or toilet rolls. There were many empty shelves around the store. Panic-buying I imagine being the cause?

I got a 40litre roll of black bags, Washing freshener granules, a bag of Cox’s apples, and to my surprise, a pack of two Andrex toilet rolls with foreign printing on it. They were really tiny, thin rolls, that were so light, I dropped the pack when I grabbed it? But at least I now have some bog roll to use when the one at home runs out. But I can’t see theses I bought lasting for long. I also got a roll of their thin small kitchen rolls, these might come in handy as a toilet-roll-substitute? Needs must! When I got to the self-serve-tills, a lady appeared and put the things through for me without any prompting. Kind actions like this cheer me up, renew my faith in mankind!

I departed and took a walk to the Bargain Store, in what turned out vain hopes of getting some potato biscuits. Taking these photos on my way.

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3Wed35I did get some more of the Turkish-made and printed Woolite liquid though. And they were all low measure. But, at £1.99 from £2,99 seem fair value. I genuinely believe this ‘Black’ one does work well, and bring back the colours of dark clothing. A few more tins of the garden peas and a kitchen roll (No toilet rolls available).

Then an amble through Trinity Square, down onto Parliament Street again, and down King Street into the Slab Square, and back up Queen Street to the bus stop.

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WD 100.20.0 There were fifteen-minutes before the bus was due, so I hobbled up to Parliament Street, to take some photographs while I waited. As yoy will see below, many ‘Failed Shots’ of Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist were made, but I did get a few. Humph!

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I moved down to the L9 bus stop, and it arrived in a couple of minutes. This driver told me that when the diversion was put in place, no one from the bus company told him!

3Wed27Alighted back at the flats, and walked to the Winwood Court entrance, turning back to take this picture. It caught the bus I’d arrive on leaving, and the City Bound one arriving. The best thing about this shot, for me, was the lack of vehicles parked around the bus turning 3Wed28island. I got inside and shouted a ‘Hello’ through the open door of the ILC’s Wardens Interrogation office. No response. They could not have heard me.

3Wed29Along the link-passage back to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Passing the al-fresco seating outside, I wondered if I’ll ever get the chance of going out there and sitting on one of the wooden benches, with the crossword book, a flask of 3Wed30tea, and some sun-shining? Out of the lift, and to the flat.

WD 100.20.0 ac I made a mess of getting the trolley with the two light, but bulky bags on the handlebars in through the door. I now have a decent-sized bruise on my right elbow. Haha!

I left the things in the bags and trolley a while and got the meal prepared. Well, the handful of fries and fritters in the oven, that I had cunningly left on a low light! Then unloaded the trolley and got the bits stored away. Then I made up the rest of the plate of food. A veritable feast! Piccalo halved tomatoes, chicken pieces, a mini pork and pickle pie, beetroot, garden peas, and mushroom pate.

Made a brew, and checked if owt worth watching was on the box. (Why do I bother – I’m going to nod-off watching it anyway?) hear me.

3Wed31WD 100.20.0 ac The fritters and fries were ready… but unluckily, after taking out the fritters, I dropped the tray with the chips still in it! I caught the dish, but most of the fires fell out – where did they land? Incredible! Straight into the waste bin! With the mobile phone doing this yesterday, I’m likely to get a ‘Bin-Phobiaitis Complex!’, Hehehe! I only salvaged about six little fries. Still, it made them taste all the better I’m sure!

I got the washing up completed, got into my night attire, and down in the grungy recliner, and got the TV on.

3Wed32After a while of nodding and waking, I got up to make a brew of tea. The sky encouraged me to take a photograph of it.

WD 100.20.0 In the morning I tried the red-eye remover on CorelDraw, but it wouldn’t do anything, Humph!

I returned to the second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, and fell asleep. With the mug of tea getting cold in the kitchen where I’d left it. Nebbish fool!

Inchcock – Monday 9th March 2020: City Centre Photos taken.

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Monday 9th March 2020

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GM06b01:58hrs: I woke several times during the night, but soon nodded off again. This time, I removed my cumbersomely over-stomached body from the £300, second-hand recliner almost straight away. I caught my balance and got the stick, and as I made my way to the kitchen, I stopped part-way… Where were my ailments? Was I still dreaming? Of the wide selection of issues available to me, only Saccades Sandra and Back-Pain-Brenda was of any bother? Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis and the others seem to have abandoned me! Had I snuffed it during the night?  I was confused, but oh, so pleased, even if it was only going to be a temporary situation, I took a weak wee-wee in the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and started to sing to myself as I got in the kitchen!

WDP 002bWD 0.0.0 (1) As I got the kettle on, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started failed and continuously returned and did so for ages. This meant the following medication sorting (From the mixed-up tablet’s in the falling-apart PilBox. Thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA), the taking and transportation into the computer, were ridden with annoyances, spilt tea, dropped tablets etc., but still no hassle from even Arthur Itis! So things medically speaking were in fine form! Yeehaa! The state of my mentality had yet to be tested and assessed. Haha!

As I got back to the computer desk, the borborygmic gurgling from the innards, meant a visit to the Porcelain Throne was required, so off to the wet room. Well, this session was different from how they have been of late. Down on the throne, instant movement (but this was within my control for once), not a lot evacuated, but it was very messy and needed a lot of cleaning up and medicating as Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. And the pain was no more than a little discomfort. Washed and returned to the computer.

WDP 20193AWD 0.0.0 (1) Getting Coreldraw opened to load the photo of last nights nosh first. Then to WordPress, and oh, dearie me! I discovered the Dedicated photo I’d made up yesterday, had the wrong Month on it! Humph! (Glad I spotted it thought). I had to remove it and make another one with March on it, not February. What a Putz!

1Mon01Responded to WordPress comments (2), then started this blog off. I got as far as here.

Then fetched another pot of the olive oil, because I could not find the one I thought I’d put in the computer drawer yesterday? I do so annoy myself at times! A proper search around, and I still could not find it! So, I got another one. I ordered some more from Amazon, and a wax remover kit, for delivery tomorrow.

Then I made a start on updating the Sunday post. It didn’t take too long, despite Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley’s (she is persistent this morning!) best efforts to hold me up! Saccades-Sandra eased off well, and focussing became more comfortable for me. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all of little if any bother! Smug, yet worried Mode Engaged?

I got the updating finished by 06:00hrs. Next, I put some things on Pinterest. Then did some more work on this blog. Later I changed to the TFZer Facebooking. Thank took a long but enjoyable time!

1Mon02On to graphicalisationing now for a while, before getting the wash & brush-up done. Brilliant ablutions session. Didn’t bother snapping the legs, they are all but normal nowadays! A few dropsies and a finger-end trapped in the sock-glide, but no complaints at all.

Readied to go out to town. Made up the black bags, and went to put them outside the door, and was greeted by five busy workmen (two electricians in Malcolms flat) and a pile of tools, wires etc. and it was impossible to get out into the flat lobby.

A chap approached me and asked if I was going out. I told him that after the bags are done, but I need to go back in “Cause I’m a dithering double-checker and need to make sure no lights, electrics and taps are left on!” He laughed, and took the bags to the chute for me, thanking him very much! I did the checks, and after some shilly-shallying, and cavilling, I was ready to flee the flat.

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The way through to the lift lobby had been cleared for me. I got to the elevators without any bother. A good set of blokes working here, imagine starting a job and having to move everything away to let me out, then get it all back in again. Thanks, lads. And they must have hundreds of flats to do!

I made my way through to the Winchester Court lobby and had an enjoyable natter. Then outside and had another chinwag with a crowd waiting in the bus shelter. I took a few photographs while I was waiting.

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Mary was on the bus, she was of to Lidl for her shopping on Woodborough Road. I got the crossword book out, but it was an almost total failure this morning. I was more interested I think, in keeping my comically rotund wobbly body from being tipped out of the side-saddle seat at each corner and bend the bus went round!

1Mon06I alighted the bus last as usual to avoid the stampede for the door, and stood a moment or two, to search for my shopping list. I knew I was only going to Tesco to get fresh fruit & veg, then the Bargain shop. But there were other items that I could not recall. No luck in finding it anywhere, searched every pocket and the trolley bag?

1Mon06CI hobbled on a few yards and stopped for another search of the jacket and trolley bag. I was getting slightly annoyed with myself again. I was sure I’d put the list in my coat pocket earlier on.

Another failed search.

I did spot a piece of Nottinghamian Street art, though. And the Nottinghamians playing their usual game of, ‘Let’s walk-out in front of the buses at the crossings!’

As I limped over the crossing myself to the Boot’s store, the right Arthur Itis knee twanged into stinging and stabbing pain-filled mini-session. That lasted no longer than 30-seconds or so. Then went back into ‘sleep-mode’?

I naughtily walked through the Boot’s shop and into the Victoria Centre (Mall). As I plodded on along the ground floor towards the end and the Tesco shop, I had to be a little weary of many folks who seemed to have adopted as their Monday-Mission, ‘Let’s walk into some old chap, today and try to knock the senile git over!’ By the time I’d got to Tesco, with all the twisting and bending to avoid collisions with so many people, Back-Pain-Brenda had started to go into one of her ‘Aching’ modes.

The moment I got to get a basket for my shopping, the silence, well not that, the lack of noise rather, hit me. The place was crowded, but no one seemed to be talking to each other? I checked the hearing aids, they were working, I could hear the tills going?

Anyway, I got the shopping done, remembering some items I couldn’t earlier on. I ended up at the checkout with; Fresh Polish hot dogs, mini carrots, bacon strips, mushrooms, sugar snap peas, and onion and tomatoes. The things I remembered were; Seaweed & Wheat crispies, Sourdough nibbles. To my pleasant surprise, I found on the shelves with foreign goods, Glengettie Teabags! I grabbed a packet. All for £21.66!

1Mon08As I paid and left, then walked down and out onto Milton Street, I had a rest, as Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda, in giving me some stick. The Pavement was covered in chewing gum. But the most exciting thing I came across while standing there, as people wearing face-masks. More than I expected. Most of them were Asian students, I believe.

1Mon09aAs I started moving again, with little bother from Arthur Itis I might add, I spotted this chap across the road?

I went over the pedestrian crossing to the other side of Milton Street, and into the Bargain Store. I knew what I was seeking there, alright. The Pakistani Bread Biscuits, and the cheapo Woolite Black washing liquid. Unfortunately, they didn’t have either in stock. Humph! However, they did have some small tins of Garden peas and red beans! I bought several of the peas and two of the beans. Just a handy size for someone on their own.

WDP 11eLWD 0.0.0 (1)I made my way to Queen Street to catch the L9 bus. Bit of a disastrous farce this was! I was in plenty of time and had about ten minutes until the bus was due in. But a lorry parked on the other side of the road was blocking buses getting by! My EQ told me straight out; ‘You will not catch this bus!’ He was right, but failed to warn me of the consequences that I would suffer!

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WDP11LWD 0.0.0 (1) When I looked at the photos on the camera screen, I realised that I had been so involved in taking the pictures of the traffic jam, I had missed the L9 at the stop, I even took a picture of it, and it didn’t dawn on me! My self-esteem, low as it already was, sank down further! What an absolute Schmuck of the Highest Order! Self-contempt, denigration, loathing, disgust and loathing, like never before flowed!

How the hell I did I manage to do that!

1Mon13Now, in Depression Defcon Two, I was in a right morbid mood. I moved down the hill, to catch the next 40 bus (15 minutes to wait for it) – already dreading the walk from the 40 bus stop on Mapperley Rise back to the flats. I think I might have still been muttering insults at myself? Cholericalisations!

The 40 bus arrived and was abandoned by the driver. Along with other passengers, we waited patiently of the relief-driver to come from the clutch of drivers smoking and chinwagging near the Red’s True Barbecue restaurant window. I was not bothered, I was so low, it didn’t matter after my morale-devastating debacle over missing the L9 bus.

The side-saddle seats on these buses are smaller and with fewer things to grab onto, to help yourself keep in the chair. (The thought that next month we will have to use these buses as the L9 route is being abandoned, did not help my spirits!) At least when they start, it is hoped they will go to the flats in April.

And, the drop-off stop, must be one of the most dangerous ever. I took the snip below from Google Maps to show you how dodgy it can be dropping off the bus on Mapperley Rise.

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WD 0.0.0 (1) Crossing the road needs constant attention. With a stick, or the wheeler-guide and shopping bags, one needs to keep an eye out left and right for the blind bends all the time. Not being able to get a move-on in the event of a car coming around the bend, has had me frit a few times. Ah, well! The next danger was not far away.

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Yes, three of them! Tsk! On the decline towards Chestnut Walk, a Nottingham City Homes van forced me to go out on the road to get by, the gap left did not allow enough room for the three-wheeler to get through. Then the same again further on with a car. And in the complex, another vehicle on the pavement had me in the roadway.

I got a call on the mobile phone en route, I was in the middle of the road at the time, so hastened to the relative safety of the pavement and answered it in time, for once. It was the Phlebotomy Nurse, telling me she would be with me in the morning twixt 10:00 > 12:00hrs. So it’s just as well I got the fresh-food shopping done today. I’ve got an order coming in the morning from Morrisons with the non-fresh food (If I remember correctly), 06:30 > 07:30hrs.

1Mon16I walked through the Winwood Court entrance and along the link-passage to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Not a soul in sight. Up to the 12th-floor and out to the flat hall. The fire door was wedged open, again no one around, I think the worker lads must have been on a break.

1Mon17I fumbled about a bit getting into the flat with the trolley-guide. Much to the displeasure of Back-Pain-Brenda. She’s not been in a good mood with me at all, today. My first job, I got the fodder unloaded. Then put away, all bag the veg for tonight’s nosh that is.

Then, I got the food prepped and cooking.

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1Mon19Mushrooms, sugar snap, leeks and peas in the saucepan. Parsnips, turnips, carrots and sweet potatoes in the oven, sprayed with olive oil and roasting. Then put some of the Polish Hot Dog sausages in the big pan to warm up. I’ve taken to this vegetable lark.

I intend to stick with having potatoes just twice a week. Probably beans or tinned tomato-based noshes in between? Especially with the arrogant, uncaring, antisocial sounding Ingeus Diabetic people from Birmingham returning my Doctors referral letter. I should hear from Dr Vindla before long about it. What a company! They tell me they will never phone-out; personally, it is always a pre-recorded message? They certainly don’t take into consideration anyone’s other ailments, injuries or complaints. The fact that I told them about my hearing problem with recorded messages more than people, and my limited mobility, drifted over their heads.

I’m waffling again, sorry.

1Mon20I added some of the seaweed nibbles to the plate of so many different vegetables and sausage. I must say it tasted marvellous! A Taste-Rating of 8.8/10!

It helped with my getting the roast comestibles cooked betterer this time. But, it’s a new thing for me, roasting fresh parsnips, turnips, carrots and sweet potatoes from scratch. When the pod peas come in season, it will get almost exciting for me. Hehehe! That is of course, if Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, or Ingeus Europe Ltd (Subsidiaries: Ingeus UK Ltd., Invisage Limited, Ingeus Investments Limited) haven’t killed me by then.

I got the washing up done and considered doing the hand washing, but the weariness was descending on me quickly now!

I viewed what was available on the TV. Lots of good stuff!

Zzzzz!

 

Inchcock Today Friday 12th August 2016: Chiropodist, Nottingham Beach, Visited Olive and flaked out!

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Friday 12th August 2016

0535hrs: Woke hanging half in and half out of the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner. The TV was still on, crumbs on my belly (Rice cake crumbs), and with thoughts from the dreams flaying about rampantly in my mind. They faded almost instantly, leaving just a couple of them left. I was in heaven and having a ball with many of the folk I have known over the years, I think I even went fishing at one stage with Duncan Robertson, Marissa Bergen and Mike Steeden, on a canal in Amsterdam?

I manipulated my way off of the not working at the moment £300 second-hand recliner and went to put the kettle on, took the medications and then off for a WRWW and WRHD session. As I opened the door, the heat greeted me like as if I was walking into a gigantic oven! Yes, I’d left the heater on!

01iAfter performing the required functions, the blood was splattered over the porcelain pan, and my stomach, which had previously been fine before the ‘passing’ moments before, started to churn rumble hurt and felt it wanted to escape from my innards? (The lamb burgers last night perhaps?)

The involuntary passing of wind was so violent and mephitic, I feared with all the heat from the eleven hours of the leaving the wall heater on in the wetroom, I might have an explosion on my hands! (Hehehe!)

Then, I stubbed my already blackened middle left foot toe on the trolley in there. Not a good start I thought?

With the memory letting me down lately and forgetting to take the camera out with me, I thought I’d get some batteries into the little old camera and put it in the shopping bag.

Made a brew and got the laptop on to finish yesterday’s diary and make a start on this one. The spontaneous emissions from the rear continued.

Checked the emails in case the doctor had sent an appointment time for the next INR Warfarin Blood Test on Tuesday 16th, as instructed by the Anticoagulation team. They sent:  Good afternoon Mr Chambers, We can offer you an appointment for you INR blood test on Wednesday 17th August at 1.30pm. Sorry but this is the earliest appointment available. Please let us know if this is suitable for you. Kind Regards.

Every time over the last three months, when I’ve requested an appointment for the INR test, I have asked for a morning one if possible. Never got one yet, Tsk! Wednesday, I have the cleaning ladies coming in, so will have to get my skates on to get to the surgery in time afterwards. Int life complicated sometimes?

Patti Beckert, (Cyber-Friend Extraordinaire) sent me this email:

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Got some Facebooking done. The door bell rang, it was the Red Cross man calling with the shower stool. I signed for it, and he collected the shower chair and off he went.

Back to the Facebooking and suddenly realised how late it was!11b

01iRushed about, had a quick wash, changed the togs, no time for a shower or shave.

Hobbled as quickly as I could, up through the park and to the bus stop in Sherwood.

The bus soon arrived, and it was jam packed!

Amazingly when I dropped off the bus at the Victoria Centre, I still had about 6 minutes to go until the Feet First appointment. Exhausted and blowing a bit with painful feet, I arrived just in time! A different lady did me toes today, I told her about what I’d written on the TrustPilot page about British Gas, and she said she’d have a look.

01jOut and onto Upper Parliament Street, went up over the walkway above the street and took the photographs above. Police, Ambulances and a pavement being repaired that made pedestrians struggle to get around it.

01kOver on into Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) and down into Boots to have a look around. Then out across the road and into Clinton Street (Above). I’ve never seen so few people on it before?

Then into the Pound Shop to see if they had any Lavender soap or aerosol fabric spray in, they did not. But I got some Caramelised biscuits, bog cleaner and Bisto Chip Shop gravy granules. 

11aI walked down and around the Council House.

Taking extra care of the Pavement Cyclists that were all over the place.

Outside Primark store, the Police had their hands full with removing some shoplifters from the building and getting them to go into the Police Van, around five officers and three perps, not helped by the suspects talking and shouting, spitting, presumably swearing too, in what sounded like Polish or Lithuanian like accented language to me.

I stood and watched them for a while, entertaining it was.

09There was a huddle of folk on Long Row, so I investigated what was going on.

It was some scantily dressed young ladies handing out free mini-cans of Coca-Cola.

And the Nottingham Citizens liked that… very much!

I fought my way into the Slab-Square and the entertainments and the imported beach to take some photographicalisations of the same.

Nottingham Beach Photographicalisations Today

10 10bVery popular today.

Made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop with my bags of stuff and aching feet. I’d forgot to mention them to the chiropodist with being so late arriving. Tsk!

No hiatus on the bus… until we got to the traffic lights on the corner of Porchester Road and Woodborough Road, where a lady driver in the inside lane managed to hit the front corner of the bus as she passed to turn left! Made for a bit of interest again. Poor gal, she came to the bus apologising and the drive put her at rest, telling her she’s only scraped the paintwork.

They exchanged detail, and we were on our way in ten minutes or so. Of course, this made the driver well behind on his schedule, so we old ones on the bus aged a bit quicker as tried to make up the time. Hehe!

Back at the flat, and a WRWW later, I’d started the Crock-pot, put the things away, and made a cup of tea. Took the evening medications and was on my way to visit Olive. Who, incidentally I’ve always thought lived at 82, but actually, lives at 68. Just thought I’d mention it like.

I knew straight away she was feeling okay, cause she told me off for getting her a cream dessert and making her eat the wrong sort of foods! Hehehe! I was so glad to report she had got her appointment at the South Wing at the Queens Medical Centre for Tuesday after next.

We had a chinwag, then a most pleasurable kiss and cuddle, and I departed.

Back to me own place and got on with updating this diary.

I decided to have a lamb hotpot with the vegetables from the slow cooker, 01acause I’d seasoned them with mint and thought they’d go together well?

The Stock-Pot vegetables came out grand and flavoursome.

I admit to doing a bit of nibbling later on, that’ll not help my depression when I use the scales in the morning, will it? Tsk!

I got the new jammy bottoms.

Sleep was again, despite my getting a decent hobble about in today, so very hard to obtain, a few minutes here and there nod-0ffs, but I was still stubbornly winding back the DVD as late as 0100hrs or later before I eventually drifted off.

This was not helped when I had to get up rather urgently for a WRWW and found I’d got the jammy bottoms on back to front!

Rare afflictions and diseases (Updated) to be weary of

Disease: Philargyristalisation (Coveted money loving, greedy git)

Osb07SymptomsWhen sufferers find their parents, MP Uncles and Aunts leave them a fortune in stocks and shares, overseas investment, property, and a Bank, that they will never have to be employed or work in their lives. They will end up lying, conning and cheating along with their fellow Etonians at running the country, and lining their own pockets even more. The Chances are those most affected, will end up becoming the First Secretary of State and Chancellor of the Exchequer for the UK. Not only this but they will be able to appear in front of thousand of voters at a sports occasion and get booed at for over five minutes and they can just stand there, smiling benignly, totally unconcerned.

Most at Risk: Those in Parliament, and Lawyers offices, although likely to be found anywhere. Those who are Christened George Gideon Arthur Osborne are most at risk of Philargyristalisation.

Area’s most affected: Affluent areas with a low crime history thanks to the Chief Constables, Judges, MPs and Banking magnates also living in the area.

Named Disease: Deipnophobia – Fear of dinner parties

NCCwalk05Symptoms: Panic attacks, Gluttonisation, Fear of embarrassment, Getting the correct Cutlery usage mixed up with eating with your hands. Passing wind at the dinner table.

Most at Risk: Lottery winners, those marrying into Royalty, and those on Benefits for life.

Named Disease: HAJ (Had-a-job) Syndrome

NCCwalk01Symptoms: Being made redundant through no fault of your own, suicidal feelings, lack of food, and the disappearance of respect. No job prospects. Evicted from your home. You use the last of your dwindling savings to apply to the Lithuanian Government to emigrate there, the you come back and get enough benefits to live on.

Most at Risk: The proletariat, anyone not related to, a banker or a friend of a Politician, the unemployed, the millions of immigrants both legal and otherwise, the impecunious, the uneducated youths of today, and the educated youths of today without rich family connections. Those over 60 who have been made redundant four times in the the previous four years.

Areas most affected: The North – Midlands, and Outer Mongolia.

Named Disease: Spooninthegobatbirthness

NCCwalk03Symptoms: A snottiness and uncaring attitude that develops in Spooninthegobatbirth sufferers, cannot be countered. The bank balance and overseas investment accounts increase exponentially. Backhanders, blackmail, bullying, lying, hypocritical cons abound, expense fiddling flourishes, and perspicaciousness dissipates from their vocabulary and mind.

Most at RiskRoyalty, Aristocracy, Politicians, Footballers, and the Right Honourable George Osborne MP (Conservative) First Secretary of State, Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, now Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Areas most affected: The top 10% of the ‘Well-off’ of the population.

Named Disease: MSTG (Monetary Cystitis Tight Gits)

CL drinkjpegSymptoms: It is extremely painful, nigh on impossible for you to repay money owed by you. They will always find something more important to spend the money they have from muggings, robbing, housebreaking and other activities on, rather than repay any debts they have. Creating false debtor of their own, they pursue, mostly elderly infirm bloggers to try and extract some dosh from them. Most of them seem to support West Ham United.

Most at Risk: Politicians, Dentists, Lawyers, Bankers, Haliburton, Motor engineers and Taxi Drivers.

Areas most affected: Nationwide, but London seems to have rather a lot of the more aggressively affected of MSTG sufferers.

Named Disease: Hope Alopecia

DuncMonkSymptomsA sudden realisation that all hope is lost, other than for the War Mongers, Politicians, bankers, and Haliburton and other nepotistic clans. Often sufferers can be found, from those waiting desperately for their retirement and release from work.

Most at Risk: Birmingham immigrants from Scotland, Brin surgeons and LibDem Party leaders.

Areas most affected: Anywhere with any businesses still owned and ran by English management, so as you can tell, there are scarce.

Named Disease: CDA (Compassion Deficiency Anemia)

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Symptoms: You couldn’t give a toss about anyone else. These patients ad sufferers of CDA, didn’t start out to kill or be  the reason for millions of peoples death. It’s just that they found they liked it.

Most at Risk: Most predominant nowadays in Parliaments/Governments, and Lawyers offices, although can be  to be found anywhere.

Areas most affected: Virtually throughout the world.

Named Disease: CCYCacospysy (Irregular pulse)

Symptoms: Panic attacks at Government Budget announcement time.

Most at Risk: The poor.

Areas most affected: The North and Midlands of the UK.

Named Disease: EDD Early Decrepitude disease

NN02Symptoms: A sudden realisation that the poor are getting poorer, and the Rich are getting richer.

Most at Risk: Those who are poor and getting poorer.

Areas most affected: Worldwide: In the event that you should feel or find any of the above symptoms coming on, do not consult your Doctor who will be too rich to be bothered to understand your frustrations and problems.

You should consider suicide, alcoholism, hibernation, or becoming a Politician.

Named DiseaseA.A.D.(Alcoholic Addiction Dysrhythmia)

MikeDrinkSymptoms: Finding you have not got any alcoholic addictions, and the concern and worry you get about being so different to everyone else, and worrying how others not addicted can manage to get through their day.

Most at Risk: Council house estate families with apprentice muggers under the age of eight, the unemployed, Lib-Dem politicians and supporters, NHS patients and Junior Doctors, Bloggers, Pensioners over 70, Drug addicts under 70 and Post-natal females from Lithuania. 

Areas most affected: Anywhere in the so-called free world.

The Department of Health’s Mental Disorder Minister has asked Inchcock not to publish his article on the disease; ‘CMPIA’ Crooked Members of Parliament In Abundance.

Blogger’s Marissa, Shirley and Mike’s Mystery Photographicalisation of Olde!

The Mystery Blogger’s Photographicalisation

The Moresome Marissa, Sexy Shirley, and of course, the Intrepid Mike,

But is it really them, although this depicts them looking very alike,

I suspect it was taken during Germany’s First Riech?

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Perhaps it’s possible, they’re their forebearers from long ago,

I’d love to find out all the history about it, you know,

The man looks not sloppy, more of a Tally-ho,

The lady in glasses looks tasty and desirable, though,

The lady on the right is showing a revealing err… a certain glow,

 Were they early bloggers, will we never get to know?

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They look prosperous, affluent and well-to-do?

No doubt from upper-class backgrounds, it’s true,

Upper crust, superior, more distinction than me and you,

Mayhap, Royalty, no doubt a fortune they did each accrue!

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No doubt, in the three, this will invoke nostalgia,

Butlers, maids, open fires and doing the raffia?

Above the fire mantle, an elephant’s head or a Zulu spear?

Might they have owned newspapers, and other media?

On the other hand, they may have organised the Masons or Mafia!

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In the event that they did run the Mafia, I’d like to offer my sincere apologies and grovel in any unseemly and embarrassing way they see fit.

Old Photograph from Rachel, Mike and Inchcock?

 When Shirley was throwing Mikes empty Claret bottles away,

She has to use Pickfords, there’s so many nowaday,

She came across this photo, obviously from a long gone day,

Was it depicting any naughties or horseplay?

If anyone knows, please let her know today! 

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If Rachel still has the outfit, Inchcock would appreciate a visit from her wearing it again. Please give him advanced warning if agreeable so he can get some extra medications in.