Inchcock Today – Friday 30 March 2018

Friday 30 March 2018

Armenian: Ուրբաթ 30 Մարտի 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got on with the last, very early Health Checks.

The pulse-rate continues to fall still. Mmm?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Woke, and got the pots washed-up.

An eerie mist descended upon Sherwood.

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

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

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

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

Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th January 2018: Bonkesness came forth

Sunday 14th January 2018

Igbo: Sunday 14 Jenụwarị 2018

0230hrs: Not sleep much at all last night. The brain kept me awake with its noegenesis activities. But none of its ramblings and conclusions made much sense. It kept wandering, escaping from my already limited control; Off on its autonomous, intermittent spontaneous random creating of judgments on and solutions to just about anything and everything. All bunkum, drivel, fiddle-faddle, impracticable hogwash, poppycock, and nonsensical claptrap. I think I failed to regain any modicum of authority, over the grey-cells. I reckon because I was so tired and in need of sleep that these thoughts and aimless wanderings won, and I gave up. And just went along with it all, diffidently.

Sleep did not come. But, the digressional meandering mind stopped and returned to semi-logicality abruptly when it had to deal with a demand for my utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne, suddenly and urgently! It would take several paragraphs to explain adequately the activities and incidents that followed on the trip to and in the Wet Room. (Farcical seems to cover it!) I tripped getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner. The remote control for the DVD fell off my lap, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman and knocked over an empty (Luckily) bottle of spring water.

Got to the wet room and seated, once again, only just in time; Spurt, trickle yellow, done! Almost totally liquid. It seems that Trotsky Terence has a grip on me now. Cleaned everything up and knocked my head on the sink doing so.

Returned to the front room. Where a search for the remote control proved fruitless? I got down on the floor with the torch to look underneath the chairs, but no luck. Getting back up into a perpendicular position was a painful and lengthy exercise.

My recent thirstiness has not assuaged, and I made my way into the kitchen and made a mug of tea in the new one.

Then I did the Health Checks and took the morning medications. I dropped the dosage pot and had to replace some tablets that fell out onto the floor.

This further bending down started Reflux Roger and Hippy Hilda off. Humph!

Washed up and got the vegetables prepared and in the crock-pot ready to cook later.

Today’s selection is the last of mushrooms quartered, the sugar-snap peas, sliced red onion, and tomatoes.

I added some vegetable stock to the water. After which I noticed that it had (Oh dear) a sell-by date of January 2017 written on the box. So I dished it in the waste bin bag. Hoping that the vegetables be okay to eat?

In actual fact, bearing in mind the lack of rest and the Whoopsiedangleplops, I was feeling in fair condition. Which confused me a tad.

0325hrs: I got the computer on and finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted. Then made a start on this one.

0600hrs: I went in the kitchen to make about the eighth mug of tea. Flipping thirst!

It didn’t feel too cold or wet or windy when I opened the window and hung out to take these photographicalisations.

The one thing that struck me more than anything was that I had my hearing aids in and could have the pleasure of listening to the birds and chics giving it some wallop with their whistling, chirping and singing.

As I leaned on the ledge, enjoying the morning chorus, something flew passed quickly between me and the ground. I wondered if it might have been a bat? It would have been on the floor below level and was a black blur. But it might have been too large for a Pipistrellus? Do crows fly at night? The mass of Nottinghamian’s resting or working, burgling, mugging below, made me… Hello, the grey-cells are wondering again. Why can’t I just see a photograph without investigative delving into and getting insights and sub-messages from the brain, lately?

I reached here in the updating and went on the WordPress Reader. Some good stuff on there today.

Did the WordPress comment responses next.

Then on Facebooking.

0820hrs: Made yet another brew of tea and went on CorelDraw.

I’m a busy-bee this morning. Made up an Ode to the Night’s Thoughts regarding the top paragraph on here, using CorelDraw: Ode to the Nights Thoughts Got it sent off.

Checked the crock-pot vegetables. Coming on nicely.

Hello, Herberts knocking away again. Tsk! Still, not to bad at the moment, just the odd bang.

Sod-it! The funny turns have started. going to get down and put a DVD on and hopefully fall asleep, blimey I need it. Poor thing, Hehe!

I don’t know what went wrong with this unfinished post, but for some reason I forgot to post it? Probably when Virgin internet went down?

For what it’s worth. Here it is. Sorry folks.

Inchcock Today – Monday 19th March 2018

Monday 19th March 2018

Gujarati: સોમવાર 19 મી માર્ચ 2018

0200hrs: I lay trying to recall a dream I think I’d just been having. I was in a swimming pool, filled with Engraulidae, with several people walking around throwing water on the anchovies from an aspergillum. On a tannoy system someone was asking me to answer quiz-like questions I knew nothing about and could not give an answer too. The voice said I must provide a solution or a fish would be killed for every one I fail to respond to. I was a right blatherskite in answering and made no sense at all, but the voice accepted every muttering I spouted as being the correct response? The recall gets very vague here, I have no idea what happened after this. I thought about getting back to sleep to see if I could get back the same dream.

0230hrs: The need for a wee-wee prevented me doing this. I disentangled my short, plump blubbery mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, and off to the wet room for my wee-wee. Far less bleeding this morning from the fungal lesion.

Washed and cleaned up and into the kitchen to see what the weather was like.

There were no signs of any snow falling. But the already settled dollop made this photograph rather pretty, I thought.

An Active-Warning was on the BBC site for Ice in Nottingham. When I took this photo of below the kitchen window, I could see they were right, too

The glistening does not show up in the picture, but it was unmistakably going to be risky walking underfoot on roads or sidewalks when I get out later.

I made a mug of extra-strong tea, then wondered if this was such a good idea when I had to return to the wet room for another wee-wee. It dawned on me then, no signs of needing the Porcelain Throne yet? I sensed problems might arise later.

Coming out of the wet room, I noticed something had been posted through the letterbox and had floated over and under the radiator. Being careful not to bang my head against the radiator this time, I bent down to retrieve the notice… and clouted my elbow on the heater instead. Hehe!

The leaflet was a warning of what was about to occur in the next stage of the flats upgrading. Then pamphlet was dated Friday 16th March, but I’m sure it only arrived yesterday, on Sunday? Unless I had not noticed it under the radiator? It included:

Tuesday 20th March (1-day notice given) And a PM arrival. That will help me to get some sleep a lot. To:

Tuesday 20 March PM: Check area is clear to ALL windows – Check access to balcony area to demolish the wall and install protection screen.
Warning that the day before your windows are to be installed, you will see operatives on the balcony removing the outer leaf of the wall – they will not need access.
Wednesday 21 March AM: Install protection screen, Demolish wall, remove old windows and door and replace with new.

This will prevent me going out today, as moving all the gear and furniture to give them access to the windows and balcony is not going to be an easy job for me to do. So I’ll have to work slowly and carefully on the task to get it all done in time. Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna permitting, of course. Feeling a little apprehensive about this, but its got to be one. I’ll nip to the Obergruppenfurhress Wardens Shed and get clarification on what need doing around 0900hrs.

All this hassle does me no good. I fret and panic nowadays with change, pathetic, I, know. Just sorting the paperwork will take hours.

I admire how some of the tenants have coped with having their apartments done. Maybe it is easier for the couples in situ, than the single occupants, but hey, what do I know about couples! (Desirous plea for someone to adopt me here, I think? Haha!)

Back and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken. Made up the INR record on Excel for the week.

Got the computer on and finished off yesterdays blog. Rushing about a bit now so I can make time before I fall to sleep, to get as much work done on moving the furniture, boxes, wardrobes, bags, cleaning material, stuff off of the shelves. And, to file and store them, run through the paperwork etc. In readiness for the window workers arrival, and get it moved into the files boxes. The grey-cells are racing away, but the body is refusing to go at the same rate of knots! When I finish starting this diary off, I’ll make a start on the front room rearranging, cause that will take the longest time to get done. The most-gruelling work will be the unused apart from as a junk room, bedroom. Not looking forward to that, its bound to set one of the ailments off.

Got this post started up to here.

A quick blast on the WordPress Reader. Then the comments were read and replied to. There are some great posts on the site today.

Facebooking tried. Slow, but got through it.

Started to create a TFZer graphic.

Bondi Beach, with the adorable Marie and me in the rocks. Roxie is keeping her eye on the nosh I’m carrying, of course.

Tended to the ablutions and medicating procedures next.

Got myself wrapped up and off out to the Obergruppefureresses Temporary Wood and plastic shed, to ask advice on the two-day builders visit, and to check if the weather conditions out there would permit me to get out today.

As I opened the door at the end of the flat’s entrance into the elevator foyer. The icy-wind blew in my face, making me shudder and shiver a bit. Brr!

I could hear the wind blowing too. Things did not bode too well for my planned get about session today.

A closer look at where the wind was coming in from, revealed a two layer of iced-up snow in the bottom holding tray under the slatted vents that go through to outside.

With this, and the upcoming window and balcony work starting tomorrow for two days, I thought my immediate prospects of any warmth in the flat to be minimal.

Down in the elevator, it took a while some workers were bringing up window frames etc.

As I departed the building out of the foyer doors, the sight that greeted me, made my mind up straight away, I will not be going out anywhere.

As I got beyond what little bit of cover there was from the scaffolding, the snow and ice made me shiver even more!

Thre weren’t many people about, and they were taking their time on the lethal surface of the road. My slip-defying creep along to the shed, took ages, as I tried to avoid the worst patches of sheet ice.

I ended up walking on the road along Chestnut Walk.

I must have looked a little odd as I made my way along.

A lot of ice was under the snow, and some it compacted. Finding any free bits to walk on was impossible until I was close to the Warden’s Hut.

Things looked terribly bleak out there.

I ended up walking in the middle of the road on a bit of ice-free patches. But of course along came a car wishing to exit the site, and it was back to hobbling on the ice for me.

About 0910hrs, I arrived at the hut, I entered and the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Deana and Julie were in their office, both on the phone. Cath, the on-site resident Liasion Officer, was not present. But about six builders or window fitters were, they were having something to eat and a warming drink before starting work.

I waited a while until they had finished their communications, and went in. They seemed happy enough. It must be hectic for them on a Monday, with the weekend’s problems to discover and sort-out. I mentioned the noise from Herbert. I found out his real name is John. He is a lot younger than me, and a big bloke. This cheered me up no end!

I asked what needed to be done in readiness for the two-day frenetic, tumultuous work mess and session. “Just leave free access to all the windows and balcony”. Julie asked if they should go and sort me out now. I declined the offer. (I regret doing that now!) Thanked them, handed a fancy cup over for the Residents Raffle and said my farewells.

As I left the shed, the ground around was littered with icicles that had come off of the roof. Some builder chaps were walking along spreading grit on the roadway. Much appreciated by me, I can tell you.

As I made my way precariously back to the flat, I recalled Mary and Cindy telling on different occasions, that there new balcony and everyone’s, was left unsealed for two days, as were the windows. With -4°c forecast for the next two nights, the gale coming in through the outside vents and having mine done… I felt trepidation and the knowledge that I was going to be very cold shortly in the flat! Strewth, it’s cold enough now!

Entered the foyer, made way through several window fitters and their glass and frames and got in the lift.

A bit of sun broke through the clouds as got in the kitchen. I was in a thoroughly disconcerted state of mind at this point. I did the Health Checks Again! Realised what the time was, before I took the medications, luckily.

A tad concerned about this, because I had not had any Dizzies or Funny Turns at all? Something else to mention to the Doctor. That is if the weather will let me get to see her on Wednesday.

Took this photograph, of the hoist below, where the workers were making there way up to remove the outer leaf of my front and bedroom walls. Hence, my fear of getting too cold when it is done, cause apparently, it stays like this for several days before the work is completed. Those who have had theirs done inform me. Not to mention the horrendous noise they have to make doing it.

I set about sorting the access to the bedroom (Spare room) and titivating things a bit. I was doing so well, then Dizzy Dennis gave me a visit. I pressed on afterwards to finish I hope, the clearance. But gave up thinking of doing any more.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this post. I don’t know how I will manage for the next few days, cause I’ll be in the worker’s way and the dust and noise would prevent me working on the computer anyway. Fingers crossed, but I might have to give it a break for a while, and I do love doing this blog. I’ll see how it goes.

Updated to this point, and went on CorelDraw to do some Diary top graphics.

Got this one of Thomas finished and posted off to the site.

Nipped on Facebook, but things were sticking and oh so slow again. Came off and back to CorelDrawing.

So disappointing!

Back CorelDrawing.

Completed Sandies Latest Film.

Then got the nosh all ready for gobbling up.

I struggled to stay awake while I was cooking this meal.

And when it came to settling in the £300 second-hand chair to watch a DVD and eat the meal, it was the same. In fact, I think I might have fallen asleep while consuming it.

I wobbled off into the kitchen to wash the plate and cutlery. Feeling remarkably contented for some unknown reason?

The sky looked so beautiful tonight.

Feeling sure that I would get some sleep, due to my feeling drowsy so early, to be on safe side, I put the TV on. Anticipating the arrival of the land of Nod.

But no, somehow I stayed awake through nearly a full episode of ‘Hustle’!

I woke, hearing noises. But could not identify what they were or where they were from?

I got up to have a wee-wee, and had to change PPs due to some bleeding from the haemorrhoids, stubbed my toe on the way back, got down in the recliner, and knocked the bottle of lemon and lime spring water off of the Ottoman, swore to myself, got up and kitchen-towelled the carpet and got my head down again. Off to sleep in seconds, hours later than usual, but still.

Inchcock Today – Monday 12th March 2018

Monday 12th March 2018

Kannada: ಸೋಮವಾರ 12 ಮಾರ್ಚ್ 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tsk!

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

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

Then I got the computer on to start this post.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pressed on and to shelter in the Wardens shed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felt a bit sorry for them.

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

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

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

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

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

Through the Slab Square.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sooner them than me up there. Hehe!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inchcock Today – Thursday 11th January 2018

Thursday 11th January 2018

Welsh: Dydd Iau 11 Ionawr 2018

Odder than usual morning today. I stirred into imitation life around 0215hrs, no memories of any dreams, although I know I had some. I had to make a concerted effort to create a bee-line for the Porcelain Throne, after the most amazingly straightforward and near painless task of getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner. All of the ailments, apart from Hernia Harry were still asleep I reckon. Haha!

But, once I settled on the plastic seat, Dizzy Dennis awakened, fiercely. I even thought I was going to topple off of the Throne! Only lasted a minute or so, though. Another messy multicoloured session. Not that it concerned me overly, what with Arthur Itis, Hippy Hilda and the other ailments being so kind to me.

I knew I had run out of advance prepared drafts and Top of the page graphics. So I decided this needed doing first.

It took me until gone 0800hrs to do the pictures on CorelDraw and make up the diary drafts.

Then, I did the medication taking and Health Checks.

Still got a bit of a thirst on me.

I semi-cleaned myself up ready for the Morrison delivery.

Then realised that they were not due until 1100 > 1200hrs. What a clot.

No signs of any workmen down below yet?

Lots of tasks to get done yet. WordPressing and more CorelDraw stuff in the queue. Facebooking and mails to examine; and, the time ran out. I must get ready for the Tenants Social Hours, TFZer catching-up, get the prizes and nibbles sorted, bo the waste bins. Oh dearie me!

Back later.

I’m back. The Tenants Social Hour went exceptionally well, today. The gals burst into song occasionally, well, twice. I led the applause after each occasion. Very upbeat session. Plenty of sarcasm flowed twit us all. Along with laughter and leg-pulling. I put the prizes with the others. Jenny was in good form. Bought the raffle tickets and gave them away. BJ came, and we managed a little natter before he took the raffle trolley duties up. I left a bit early in case the Morrison van arrived.

Back in the flat, and made yet another mug of tea. This thirst is bamboozling me!

Got on the computer to update this load of codswallop.

The site was buzzing with busy people by now.

I feared that the Morrison man would not be able through to the flats with all the commotion of the delivery lorries bringing concrete blocks, cranes and more scaffolding for the Willmott-Brown men.

But he got through on his second effort.

I’d forgot about ordering the tomatoes and bought some yesterday. Seems like I’ll have to live on these tomatoes now for a few days or more?

What a thumble brain I am!

1125hrs: The door chime rang out; It was none other than my old mate Mick Charnley!

Boy, was I glad to see him! Stories, memories and recent history were exchanged. We shared much laughter for hours. Mick departed around 0330hrs, leaving a happy, but tired Inchcock behind him. I pictured him leaving and giving me a wave as left. Bless him.

I pressed on with the updating of this post to here. Then, got the nosh sorted out.

Scottish Plain bread smoked sliced belly pork sandwiches, mini-tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette, sliced apple (Without cutting any fingers!), potato chip sticks, sugar snap peas, BBQ lentils, red onions, two miniature pork and pickle pies. A case of the eyes being more prominent than the belly again, and I left some of it uneaten. But enjoyed it.

Got the washing up done and settled to watch some TV. A farce really, kept nodding off and waking to a different frame or programme altogether to that I was watching, when I drifted off. This went on for ages until I found the sense to turn off the TV and sleep.

I woke up in the early hours, wanting, no, almost needing a drink. The mug of clementine juice was empty, so I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner and went to refill it. Signs of nocturnal nibbling and possible somnambulation were spotted. A tub of chocolate nibbles had the lid off of it? – The cold tap was gently running? – A cupboard door was left open? Most mysteriously to me, my fingerless gloves were on top of a lidded saucepan on the stove?

Got my head down again.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 2nd January 2018: Mayhem Day

Tuesday 2nd January 2018

0150hrs: The body stirred, and waited patiently for the reluctant brain to activate. As far as I could tell, only Hippy Hilda was giving me any pain worthy of mention at this stage. When the grey-cells joined me, I was having difficulty in the disponibility of my thoughts, plans, worries and fears.

There lingered a sense that I had been dreaming and wanted to recall it. But no memories and no scribbled notes on the now crumpled notepad I found between my fluid-filled thighs and the £300 second-hand recliner. As I moved to manually try to raise the right leg, affected by Hippy Hilda’s determination that I should not do so without excruciating pain. I became aware that the now broken pencil was also down the side of the arm of the chair, and doing its best to lodge its pointed end in my bum!

Bent forward manipulating the leg by the knee, the pencil pressed against the right buttock, I got in a pickle as to how to and what was the best way, to avoid setting off Hilda, and avoiding the splinters of wood from the half-pencil penetrating the skin of my rear end at the same time? I failed entirely in this. The leg fell, and Hilda let me know, and the pencil drew blood as it punctured the fleshy skin.

“A good start this,“ I thought. By 0205hrs (15 minutes from waking-up) I’d managed to get myself perpendicular, in pain, yes, but I was up. Even I had to laugh at myself. Off to the wet room to check things out.

There was only the tiniest speck of blood from the rear-end pencil wound with no pain whatsoever. Hippy Hilda was doused with the Phorpain Gel, and the Porcelain Throne utilised. Messy! Unfortunately, Little Inchy had been bleeding again. I cleaned up the place and me and limped to the kitchen.

Got the kettle on.

Cleaned the pots from last night’s delicious plate of fodder.

Made a strong-brew of Yorkshire tea and then I did the Health Checks, all looking very fine to me this morning. Actually, despite the earl Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop, I felt surprisingly good at this stage. Even the scepticism drifted from my brain. Mind you, a lot of stuff escapes my mind nowadays, Hehe!

Stuck my head out of the window to see what the weather was like.

Drizzling a bit. But it did not seem as cold as of late, although I felt it was nippy in the flat despite the four heaters all blasting away in a fashion that will upset the Bank Manager.

The vehicles looked parked better, too. This brought to mind that I have an INR blood test to get to for 0930hrs today. No buses till 0930hrs, so hobbling is the only choice. Not that I mind the limping along, for I desperately need to get out and some exercise after being stuck indoors for three days without a bus service to use.

Got the computer going and checked the weather forecast.

It looks like I might get another soaking like the last blood test I went to, it’s gonna rain! Hehe!

Not looking forward to that then. I got on with updating and finishing off the Monday diary, then started on this one up to here.

Then I sorted out the nibbles for the nurses at the Sherrington Park Medical Surgery and the GUM Clinic. Should have plenty of time to get there and beg then have a look at Little Inchy. Oh, I’ll check on the web for the drop-in days… Ah, holidays, no drop-ins this week.

Made sure I’d got the Health Checks lists, mobile phone and camera in the coat pockets, the Anticoagulation Card too.

0700hrs: Ablutions tended to. I pondered on how long it is taking me now, to get the socks on. This, the hobbling and the falling asleep early will possibly result in four-hour days for me soon. Haha!

Set off at around 0830hrs, brolly in the carrier, remembered to take the INR card, gloves, brolly, nibbles, camera and mobile phone with me. Also, I put two empty jars in the bag to drop off at the recycling bin on the way out.

As I exited the flat into the elevator area, there were four workmen with parts of some old heaters working there. I greeted them with a genuinely cheery “You’re doing a good job lads!” Three ignored me and one cast a glance in my direction that said: “Silly old fart!” with a practised degrading-casting look up and down my torso. I’d say almost up to the Lidl staffs standard, but not quite.

I got in the lift and down to the foyer. Tenant Roy was having a fag near the doors, and as usual, he did not have his hearing aids in. Since I’ve been in residence here, this had turned up some humorous exchanges – but I think this one takes is the most confusing. Me: “Morning, Roy, everything okay mate?” Roy: “No, she had a shower!” Hehe!

Although I didn’t realise it at the time, I waddled off down the road wondering what it might have been that he thought I had said, and forgot to drop the glass off at the bin.

The Obergruppenfurheresses Portacabin was still locked up when I passed, and the site was jam-packed with new workmen putting out parking cones and moving heaters from the compound to various flats.

I did notice that the external work to the balconies and windows was still on hold.

All bare of bodies on the hoists and scaffolding on this dark, dank and miserable morning.

I expect the Wildlife Preservation people will call sometime today about the bats?

I pressed on along to the end of the road and turned right down Winchester Street Hill.

Where I had a bit of a struggle, with the foot that sticks out and carrying the heavy bag, to get through between a lorry and the fencing. He had apparently parked up to await a timed delivery to Willmott-Brown?

Onward down the hill and I cut through a road.

There was a small squirrel on a low wall, who didn’t seem bothered when I got out the camera and zoomed in on him or her.

The moment I went to press the button, he was off like lightning flash. Hehehe!

I thought squirrels hibernated? No doubt I’m getting all confused again with some other creature or other.

Up the slow gradient on Mansfield Road and over the crest, down towards Carrington.

Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda both in a decent mood with me at the moment. Only Anne Gyna to worry about for now.

From a distance, I spotted a van parked on the pavement. I hoped it would be moved by the time I got down to it.

As I approached the vehicle, a man came out of the garden, gave me a good stare, and got it and started the engine.

He pulled out onto the road crossing three lanes of traffic and getting some horns blown at him in response to his dangerous driving.

As he passed me, he shouted something to me, but I don’t know what it was he said. I did understand the sign language he used, though. Naughty!

Aha, a clear pavement to plod along to the surgery on.

But, is that a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist I see in the distance heading my way? It is!

I took a risk in photographing this rather large cyclist.

He was totally unimpressed with my actions, nearly hit me on my right side as he sped past. He even said “Morning” to me as I was doing my best to get out of his way. And with a cheeky grin on his face. At least I think he said “Morning” to me. You never know do you, it might have been something else he said? Hehe!

I got to the surgery and went to register with the receptionist, who was busy on the phone.

So I got a prescription form filled in for Little Inchies Daktacort cream while I waited.

I think I might have had a funny turn then. Because I sat down and got the crossword book out, and the lady asked me what it was I wanted earlier? Blown if I could remember asking her anything?

Within minutes my beloved Nurse Nichole came out to collect me.

As she was taking the blood, Dr Vindla came in and asked me why I had put Codeines on the request form. I could not remember doing this. Further proof of the likelihood that I’d had a funny turn. Yet at the back of my mind, I thought there might have been something else I’d asked for? She departed, giving me looks of suspicion and distrust. Nurse Nichole had a chinwag and laugh after she had gone, and I gave her the bag of nibbles. The Doctor returned, and we spoke about Hippy Hilda and Little Inchy. She is to send appointments to me when she gets them, for the GUM Clinic about Inchy, and the City Hospital about Hippy Hilda. She handed me the prescription for the cream. I said my thanks and farewells and departed. With Nichole’s feature firmly in my head and foibles.

Its been a hectic and busy day so far. Irritations and memory losses, been attacked and insulted, nearly knocked over and glared at. Hehehe!

I took the prescription to the chemist and got it filled. Then hobbled to the Lidl store. I should have known better really. I bought three cheesy cobs, Lime & Mandarin yoghourts and some cheese slices. Foolishly I used the self-serve checkouts. Where I have never done without a problem and had to summon unwilling help every time I’ve used them! Today was no exception. Having got only five items to scan, I thought, At last, success! The bill was precisely three pound. I put in a £2 and £1 coin. And the pound coin kept getting ejected, five times!

There were two Lidl trained experts gossiping nearby. I asked for help. One of them ignored me totally, the other tossed-up his head as if to say, “What?” He deemed it fit to meander over to me, and using all the Lidl staff training expertise, said “Huh!”. I told him about the coin being rejected, and this man actually used real words to me. “I’ll Gerrit changed fer yer!” He won’t last long at Lidl like that. Haha! He returned and threw a £1 coin into the tray and said, “There ya!” and wandered off to resume his natter with his mate.

Out to the bus stop and waited for one to arrive. I was dropping off in Sherwood minutes later. Boy, could that driver drive!

As I alighted the bus, I had to walk around some Nottingham Street Art in and outside the shelter.

Kebab and chips, I think?

A sad sight a few yards up the hill on my way to the Pelican lights.

So, we had a new cafe opened and two more units closed down in Sherwood this week!

Over the road, and into the Wilko Store. Where I invested 90p in a nail brush and sponge. ♫ Hey, Big Spender ♫.

Out and up the road, and called in the Card Shop, no, Card Warehouse it’s called. To see if they had 2018 diaries on offer.

Ended up getting one laid out like the one I bought last month. But much more substantial, meaning that writing and reading will be a lot easier, and just 50p more than the little one.

Something else to sort out now. Must get all the details transferred from the old one into it.

Out and up to the bus stop. Had about ten minutes to wait for an L9 bus. The rain started to drizzle, but I got myself under the shelter in the corner.

Although it doesn’t show well in the photograph I took of it, but there came all at the same time, seven buses!

Never known that before.

As these cleared, the home-bound L9 arrived.

In minutes I was getting off at Chestnut Grove, home at last.

A lot of workers but not many tenants about as I walked to the foyer.

I got in and had a wee-wee and put the Daktacort cream away ready for later in the wet room.

Had a wash and got the cheesy cobs out ready for having later with some smoked bacon. Mmm!

Got the computer going to update this post.

What a confusing, annoying and angry-making farce! I’d done up to here on it, and for some reason, it would not save! I ended up losing it all from where I left the flat! Grrr! Humph and Globdangerations!

I had to contact WordPress helpline. No idea what they were saying, or instead, telling me to. Kept losing contact with them. What a shambles!

Spent well over an hour with them and eventually after moving and trying Chrome instead of Firefox, it came back on. Still not Working on Firefox though.

Then I had to redo it all again! Gnash!

Just finished it up to here now.

Feeling worn-out and confused, I got the cobs and bacon served up.

Found pieces of stuff in the fridge that was at the end of their use-by-dates and piled them on the plate.

Ate at most, 30% of it.

Atrocious. 3/10 rating. Might have been all the hassle over the WordPress mess that had put me off?

Herbert at it again with the knocking tapping and scraping noises, but not for so long or frequent today.

Got the TV on, but for the duration of my so-called viewing, I spent far longer nodded off than awake.

Remembered I’d not took the medications or done the Health Checks, so I fought off the tiredness, battled to get out of the recliner and did them.

Don’t recall much else, so I must have got down and nodded off.

What a busy, mayhem Whoopsiedangleplop, poorly making and wearying day!

Inchcock Today – Monday 1st January 2018: Another day without any buses!

Monday 1st January 2018

0240hrs: The saturninity from yesterday had eased off, despite my realisation that I had not heard the alarms set to wake me at 2355hrs so I could take some photographs of the New Year fireworks to celebrate the coming of the new year. (Personally, I prefer to honour getting rid of the last year – the New Year holds only panic, agitation, trepidation and aggression, with more failures to follow. Of this I am sure. [EQ]). This not waking-up did annoy me, though.

I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner, with what to me was draw-dropping ease and lack of pain. Apart from Hippy Hilda that is, but she is not going to get any better until after the operation. (If I live long enough to get to the top of the waiting list, of course, and survive the procedure. Hehe!) Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were both calmish this morning.

I hobbled into the kitchen and opened the window wide, then stood looking for a few minutes at the amazingly beautiful Nativity-like view that presented itself to me outside.

The grey-cells went off on their own independent-of-the-brain wandering thought trails again… How many families there are out there now, pretending to be kind to each other, but only temporarily. The shoplifters and muggers already planning their next assault to build up their stocks of food, alcohol and drugs ready for them to celebrate Easter? The A&E staff will still be working through the night tending to the accident victims, drunks, druggies, mugged and bottled patients… Stores, shops and houses will be being burgled. The lonely old and young, stuck in their flats, homesteads, caravans, sheds or doorways. Is their a God?; then my wild musings came to an end as I passed wind and had to rush to the Porcelain Throne as the rumbling innards came on in seconds.

Somehow I accomplished the task of getting there in time, but it was close! Oh, dearie me! Trotsky Terence has returned with a vengeance. A right mess to clean-up again.

Then I recognised that Little Inchy’s lesion was pouring out blood still. More painful medicationalisationing followed. Fingers crossed that the contents of the leaking tube of Daktacort will work this time

While in there, I used the Phorpain Gel Maximum Strength generously all over and around the Hippy Hilda area, and right bum.

Got a wash and freshened-up, and back to the kitchen – the cold one at that! I’d left the window open while I was utilising the Throne and sorting things out. Gawd, it was nippy in there.

Got the opening closed, the kettle on and did the Health Checks and took the medications. The cold made me more than shudder somewhat.

I searched for the Dia-Limit capsules, finding them in the first draw I looked in.

The Smug-mode adopted here, with a casual curl of the lips and a cocky smile.

Hehehe!

Off to the computer and updated the last weeks Health Checks list. Was the pulse high? I’ll have a look at what the pulse reading should be for man (Talking loosely here!) of my tender age… Oh, no problem here then, I’m within range. That mechanical ticker is doing a good job still. Bless the Nottingham City Hospital Cardiac & Haematology Unit!

Got on with updating and finishing off the Saturday Post.

Then started this load of waffling off, up to here.

Then went on to the WordPress Reader. Not a lot published today yet, but it is the holidays.

Time to get the ablutions done now it is gone 0800hrs. Suddenly realised there had been no banging, drilling or knocking come from Herbert upstairs yet? Give him time, though.

I’m back, all clean and fresh smelling. Little Inchy had been leaking again, but not as bad as earlier, thankfully.

Now I’ve got day clothing on; I’ll sort the waste bins out and get them to the rubbish chute.

Not a soul in sight from the window. Took the computer out of sleep-mode and saw a reminder for the INR Blood Test tomorrow morning 0930hrs at the Doctors surgery. Must remember this.

I got the oven on and the potato in baking.

Went on Facebooking. Then set about making some templates for the upcoming diarys. Creating some top-graphics. Looking good being so far in front for once. I suppose not having any buses has its good points? Haha!

Back to the kitchen and got the spud out and bashed it up with tons of mature red cheddar. Then added some 35% balsamic vinegar and gave it a good further beating. I don’t know the difference between 20% and 35% balsamic vinegar, but it says on the lower one bottle, for cold food?

Put the mixture back in the potato husks.

Forked the top to get a crispy topping when its all done. Then I got the dirties bits and pieces, chopping block, fork, spoon and little boning knife into a bowl of bleached washing up liquided hot water and set about washing them up – Guess what I caught my finger on? Hehe!

Put the things away. Then back to the computer while the fodder finished cooking to update this tosh.

Back to the kitchen and got the plate all readied for the cheesy-potatoes to end baking. They were not ready, so I glanced at the TV magazine.

Herbert above started knocking about a bit, but for some reason, it didn’t bother me too much.

Got cheesy baked potatoes out of the oven, without any burns.

It seemed that I had overdone the volume of the nosh, again.

Chicken thighs, garden peas, tomatoes, a lump of pork knuckle and the two halves of the delectable cheesy baked spud.

But, I gobbled it all up! And, no demand for the use of the Porcelain Throne arrived?

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The door chime rang out. It was Jenny, wanting to check on things ready for the old heaters to be blocked off and new heaters being put in. Kind of her, that was.

I was not in a good condition when she arrived, in the middle of a ‘Funny turn’, and Hippy Hilda gave me some bother while Jenny was here. I must have looked like a right old fart. Hope I remember everything she said.

After kind Jenny left, I popped into the wet room and liberally applied the pain-gel around the right hip and top of the leg. I think this actually helped calm Hilda down a tad later.

Got settled in the recliner and the TV going. Some great old stuff on the Moving Pictures channel. I had on the headphones and still heard ‘Herberts’ banging about at times. Ah, that was it, this is what Jenny mentioned I think?

I soon nodded off and stayed asleep. Ah, nice!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 31st December 2017: Whoopsiedangleplops and the noisy Herbert in the flat above!

Sunday 31st December 2017

0315hrs: I drifted into semi-consciousness, feeling so tired, with eye-lids heavy. A few seconds later, the brain joined me after racing around trying to collate its own thoughts then changing its direction, I was informed of the urgent need for the Porcelain Throne usage!

I did a bit of multitasking with the grey-cells at this stage. (Clever stuff for me! Hehe!) While concentrating on the painful problems that Hippy Hilda was giving me and preventing my exit from the £300 second-hand recliner; I noticed the empty nibble packets, sweet tubs and crumbs scattered around my struggling body and chairs. Realised I did not have any meal last night. But it seems I have made up for this with, crisps, Stilton cheese biscuits, chocolate nuts and whatever the mystery red crumbs came from, I have yet to work out.

I recognised as my corporeality was still in being, as Hippy Hilda made me have to lift the right leg with my arms, gently mind, to straighten the leg up to enable the agonising job of standing up. All this time, the fear of an Accifauxpa from the rear-end was in mind. Tsk! When I did get myself semi-perpendicular and hobbling to the wet room, mercifully I appreciated lack of attention from Dizzy Dennis, and prayed unashamedly it stayed this way.

The Porcelain Throne session, once seated, took about 10 seconds – the cleaning up afterwards about, five minutes. Good, that no signs of any bleeding found.

I began to feel much better in and about myself now. Still tired for some reason, though? Although, I did wonder when the Herbert upstairs would kick-off with his noise making. Every weekend can be very demoralising with his racket! But, it seems his hobby is steam model making, so I must put up with it, or leave.

Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.

I was more than a little shaky this morning with the Enoxaparin injection.

The Health Checks revealed some different figures as well.

The Sys had nose-dived, temperature too and the pulse joined in. Hehe! The Sys has never been as low before, but this might be a good thing? The heartbeat was at the lowest its ever been as well. The Dia had never been as high? I’m confused, but we’ll see what the midday check produces.

I forgot about cleaning up the scattered mess around the recliner, and got the computer on and finished yesterday’s post with the help of the scribbled notes.

Made a start on this post up to here. Then went on WordPress Reader.

On Facebooking next

Stopped and went on CorelDraw, to do a graphic of TFZer Sandie in response to her saying she loved this particular car.

Went in to make a brew, and found the weather a little unappealing. Just as well perhaps that there are no buses and nowhere to out to?

I’d thought about a hobble in the park, but that went on a back burner!

The weather and the aching limbs made sure of this.

I got back to Facebook and found that five TFZers had tried at the Caption Competition. Might not sound many, but folks do have families and other commitments, especially at this time of year. Four of the angels had got Two Likes each. So this called for a responsive graphicationalisation to be created, hopefully, a funny one.

Two-and-a-half hours later I’d finally got it finished.

Marie, Pattie, Julie and Gladys were all equal winners.

That was nice.

I posted this off to the TFZer site post haste, fearing someone else had had a go while I was making the graphic, and then I’d have to start again to update it. Hehe!

0850hrs: The Herbert is banging about still. Viewed TV programmes.

0905hrs: Herbert dropped a load of material, sounded like a lot of heavy metal stuff. Didn’t half make me jump. I could not help but shout out as loud as I could, a few words explaining my displeasure! No wonder Margaret, the previous tenant, moved out!

0950hrs: He’s at it again, banging about.

1010hrs: CorelDraw. Herbert active again.

1120hrs: Sister Jane rang for a gossip. Herbert is at it still.

1320hrs: Herbert… Oh, this is a waste of time!

Did the noon Health checks and swallowed the medications. Not a lot of change from earlier on.

Checked potatoes in the slow-cooker, nowhere near ready yet.

Not up to much now. Watching some Cat videos on YouTube.

Oh, heck. I’m bleeding badly now. Off to the wet room for medicationalisationing and try to stop it. Little Inchy’s fungal infection has cracked, and the last thing I need is to go to the hospital again during the holidays.

I got the last tube of corticoid cream out, and it had developed a pinpoint leak in the tubing where I bent it over as it emptied. I just hope it still works and does the job of stemming the flow. It took ages for me to be satisfied, and then it didn’t stop but did decrease in volume a lot. I’ll have to check it out again later when I get up to photograph the New Year fireworks. I’ve set the alarms to wake me up at 2355hrs.

I made such a mess medicationalising; I decided to do the ablutions while I was in there. Had to dump another pyjama bottoms and underpants. Tsk! I wonder if I can get a prescription on the NHS for new clothes lost through my ailments leaking? Hehehe!

Herbert in the flat above continued to keep me amused with the odd deep scraping and banging noises here and there. I wondered what he was working on building today… a steam-powered space shuttle would be nice, providing he intended to go up in it! (Dream Mode Adopted here, Haha!)

All cleaned up now, I got the nosh sorted out. And I ate it all, apart from throwing away the potatoes that tasted horrible and bitter, no idea what I got wrong with these? And, the beetroots that were as hard as cannon balls!

Got the pots washed up (Well, threw them in the washing-up bowl in the sink to soak, Hehe!). Then settled to watch some TV. On channel 81 a new programme that shows all old films and documentaries, mostly on black and white. Named Talking Pictures, they had a Laurel and Hardy film that I watched all the way through. Nostalgia heaven for us old folks!

I checked the mobile alarm, the clock alarm, the timer alarm and the computer alarm were all set for 2355hrs, so I could wake-up to take photographs of the fireworks to welcome in the New Year… of course, I didn’t hear any of them and slept right through! Humph!