Inchcock – Wed 7 Nov 2018: The Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles return with a surprise Counter Attack! Great visit from my old mate Trevor!


The TFZ lads – impressive eh?

Wednesday 7th November 2018

Dutch: Woensdag 7 November 2018

WD 99.0.0 0010hrs: The hotchpotch of mind-hassling gallimaufries returned as I woke up. It would be easier and quicker to tell you the things I was not worried about, fearing or concerned over that invaded the grey-cells. Of course, as is usual when this happens to me, there were no solutions, decisions, clarifications or explications available to me. The rambunctious cogitabund; merely left me in a more nervous and confused state than ever! Tsk!

The wool-gathering, befuddled thoughts, faded. Eventually, my inadequately-powered brain settled back into its normal simplistic complaisant-mode (But not for long!), deciding it needed a mug of tea, the medications and to do the Health Checks.

The removal of my short-plump-midriff Falstaffian-like body from the £300 second-hand recliner proved to be of no bother. Hippy Hilda wasn’t too keen on getting moved, but Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold and Back-Pain-Brenda were all in a good mood with me. Finally detached, I made my way to the WC for a wee-wee. (Fancy that, Hehe!)

WD 99.0.0 The Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles had 2017breturned with a cunning two-pronged surprise Counter Attack! An adult platoon of Weevils was scattered around the holes in the wet room sealant. Luckily I was still keeping a Sanmex Bug Killer spray in each room. A swift spray around, and then I noticed some more of the varmints behind the WC bowl…

WD 99.0.0 Where I also found a bottle of the mould cleaner had fallen and the cap had come off! Not that it bothered the Weevils at all. They were running around in the semi-dried brown liquid. I sprayed the area and decided to get down on my knees with some kitchen towelling to clean-up and pick-up the Weevils…


WD 99.0.0 My getting back up on feet I think must have amused the scuttling away Weevils. (I thought I could hear laughter, Hehehe! Only joking) Amidst my pain prompted Oooh’s and Argh’s, I managed to slip back down as my hand moved of off the sink I was using as an aid to regain standing position… and I cracked the right knee on the floor! Oy Vey is mir!  Well, that little kerfuffle started off Back-Pain-Brenda, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis all at the same time!

I am not feeling in very good nick at this point. Humph!

I swore silently and got some Phorpain gel on the knee, well rubbed in. Made a mental note to take some extra painkillers with the medications. (I forgot to, though, Tsk!)

3Wed001aThen into the spare room on an evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle hunt! Spray in hand!
WD 99.0.0 The damned things were out in there again!
Around the holes in the sealant on the new unwanted light and view-blocking window ledge edge. I sprayed around the area and room. Making myself cough now, it isn’t enough that I’m in agony with the back and knee, Oh, no… Sorry about that chunter, things are not going well this morning! Went to the kitchen and only found a few dead Weevils in there.

Washed the hands and carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.


3Wed01aWD 99.0.0 Further proof of my being, jinxed, voodooed, luckless and disaster-prone. The day after I emailed the Health Check readings to the surgery, the Sys, Dia and Pulse all come down!

The copiousness of Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas today, would try a Saint! Let alone a lonely overweight deaf old fart with so many ailments and a mental instability! Did I say that? I’m losing it! Hehe!

I got on with updating the Tuesday Inchcock Today and sent it off to WordPressing.

Back to the Wet room for a Porcelain Throne visit. The evacuation was fine and no blood loss. I couldn’t ee any more Weevils in the Throne Room. Feels odd, writing something positive… Huh! Depressed? Me?

Went on the WordPress Reader, then made a start on this blog.

Gathered the bird food in the bag, and got the ablutions sorted out.

The phone rang while I was in the shower. Luckily, I’d left the door ajar, or I wouldn’t have heard it. It was my old mate Trevor. He asked if it was alright to call early on me today, as he had just got into Nottingham on a visit. (Anytime is alright for me to see an old mucker like Trev!) I hastily got the ablutions finished. Trev rang when he’d got to the site, and I nipped down to greet him.

The next couple of hours or so was one of my happiest moments for years! The old banter returned as if we had never aged and not seen each other for years, it was great!

I enjoyed listening to his relating what he’d been up to. He is a Leo, so he’s a go-getter! Heard some good things were happening for him that cheered me up. Apart from his losing one of his beloved dogs. I haven’t had such a good chinwag for yonks!

I walked him down to his care, and I don’t mind saying, I got somewhat emotional as he pulled away.

WD 99.0.0 Walking back to the flats, I had many opportunities to take some Willmott-Dixon photos for the album. But I had not brought the camera down with me, Humph!

Too late now for me to take a hobble, so I decided to get the bus to Arnold, get some sourdough bread from Sainsbury’s and call for a chat and feed with the Mallards in the park. Got ready and out.

Mini-natter with some tenants at the bus stop. I was feeling cheery after Trev’s visit that perked me up. 

Off on the bus to Arnold, and into the Sainsbury store. Paid at their self-serve checkouts. I had help from one of the attending staff, of course, and she was not stroppy with me either! I came out with: Suet Sprinkles (for the Mallards), a small can of chickpeas, White Speciality Radishes, Yellow tomatoes and two sourdough cobs. Out towards the Arnot Hill Park.

WD 99.0.0 Oh dear, Duodenal Donald suddenly (As is his want) kicked off big time! This, worried me a bit. I decided to get back to the flat and take some Omeprazole sharpish. Luckily a bus was due in ten minutes, so I got to the bus stop. Huh, another chance for a Mallard visit scuppered!

I arrived back at the flats, alighting the bus when Duodenal Donald died-off as suddenly as he’s kicked-off earlier?

During the time I was out, I’d taken some photographs, of the changing sky.

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I walked with Angela and Roy back to the flats. We had gossip and laugh along the way.

Up to the apartment, a wee-wee, wash, got the Health Checks done.

Duodenal Donald had eased off entirely now! I wondered if it was something else that had caused the earlier abrupt pains? But they felt just like Donald’s to me?

3Wed08Got the nosh prepared. A cold one, an imitation salad of sorts.

The white slices are the ‘Specialist’ (it didn’t say anything on the bag about why they were ‘Special’) radishes. Gentle and mild they tasted, too. Gherkins, a sliced an apple, tomatoes including a couple of the yellow ones, which ate excellent to me. Some chip sticks and one of the sourdough cobs.

I had a thought about those Sainsbury instore baked sourdough cobs… I could have donated them to the Nottingham Castle Association, then they could have used them as cannonballs in one of their Commemorative Displays. Hehehe!

3Wed09Did the washing up, as the sky darkened suddenly, and the rain poured down later on.

Last Health Checks carried out, and I settled down to watch some Hetty Wainthrope Investigates on the DVD.

I stayed awake and watched the first episode all the way through! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Hehe!

The light through the multi-glass panes needing cleaning, unwanted light and view-blocking new window, seemed to get much lighter. I investigated, not immediately mind. Getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner took me a while.

3Wed10I took the opportunity, to make an upward photo of the bottom of the hoist above.

Took the medications I’d forgot to take earlier while I was in the kitchen.

I recall getting settled back into the recliner and starting to watch the second episode of the Hetty Wainthrope DVD… I must have floated off into the land of bliss straight away.


Tuesday 6th November 2018: Mini-hobble, INR Warfarin Blood Test, Mystery Boots update!


TFZer Julie with her fans? Hehe!

Tuesday 6th November 2018

Irish: Dé Máirt 6 Samhain 2018

2Tue040000hrs: I stirred this morning to find a distinct lack of confusion in my mind; I seemed concentrated much more than usual, the main theme going thought the grey-cells was the INR blood test being at 0750hrs! And, I must not forget this and get carried away doing anything else.

Of course, spotting the scribbled note, I’d left on the TV screen, helped. Hehe!

Detaching the body with the colossal midriff, was not easy, but I’ve had the job worse before. No ailments are playing up you see. Amazing, I know! Off for a wee-wee.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.


Every reading was still too high, but lower than of late. Does that make sense?

Off for another wee-wee… I’ll stop mentioning this now, take it as I had to go for one often throughout the day. Tsk!

2Tue03Confidently, I set off on an evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. There were just three dead infant ones in the wet room. The kitchen produced only two dead infant bodies. The spare room, well, I can only blame myself for leaving a carrier bag on the floor with some crumbs in it. The carcasses looked old, though.

I still sprayed the bug killer around!

I set about sorting the updating and finishing off of the Monday blog. This took me around four hours, due to the inordinately large amount of photographs I took yesterday around town.

2Tue05Started on this post. Then off to get the ablutions done. Too early to take the bags to the chute. Made sure I had the paperwork and nibbles for the medical staff, and off down and out onto Chestnut Way.

Took this photograph of Winchester Court in the midst of the mist. Haha!

3Wed10 I got into to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. A few folks in there, one spoke to me, and I realised I had not got my hearing aids in. Back to the block and up to the apartment and got them in the earholes. Back down again. What a Meshugener, I am. I’m getting a mite fed-up with myself! Haha!

The chinwags were hard to come by this morning. I got the sense that my beloved neighbours were a little uptight? Doreen, Lynne and the Sturmscharführeress Wardens were okay, though. Said my farewells and off on the mini-hobble into Carrington. This is the route taken.


P1030849On Winchester Street, I got an update on the Mystery Boots. They were a different position yet again. Hehe!

3Wed10 At this point, Hippy Hilda and Back-Pain Brenda both started giving me some gyp. A little early in the journey for my liking, but, there you go. I put on a brave face and continued on my way. 2Tue15b Sorry. I struggled on getting gloomier by the minute if you must know. Hehehe!

P1030850The next piece of Nottinghamian Street Art was in the Sherwood Vale, bus shelter.

Another Shaking Shaun affected photographicalisation I fear. The food and bottles, with the cigarette packet and nub-ends, really ought to go in the Tate gallery. The arranged chips under the seats, gave this Nottinghamian Street Art piece, a rounded appearance. What am I talking about!


I took a snap of the corner bend on Winchester Street Hill. I think you can tell by the quality of the picture, that Shaking Shaun had joined in with Back-Pain-Brenda and Hippy Hilda in annoying me. Oy Vay! Still, overall the ailments were bearable at that moment, and I had no real bad

P1030852Down towards the main road, I came across some Nottinghamian Street Art provided for us by nature.

I looked closely as I passed these leaves, and there was what looked like a broken beer bottle underneath. I kicked it to the corner of the wall, in case someone caught themselves on it with their feet.

P1030853Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill towards Carrington.

I took this photo for Sister Jane and hubby Pete to see. They used to live in a flat in this house some years ago. About 1896 if I remember rightly. Hahaha!

The passageway led to a shed, where Pete kept his scooter and motorbike?

P1030854Up over the hill and down into Carrington, I saw this plant growing over some wooden fencing. I took the picture because it reminded me of Christmas.

Back-Pain-Brenda eased off going down the hill, Shaking Shaun was coming in short burst occasionally, usually when I was taking a photo. Tsk!

P1030855I felt a bit sorry for the motorists in the traffic queue trying to get into town at the Carrington lights.

I arrived at the surgery around 0720hrs, so I was in plenty of time.

I booked myself in and got the crossword book out. I was over the moon when it was Nurse Nichole who called me later.

Also, I remembered to mention a few of my concerns healthwise to her. She asked me to Email the Health Checks results to her for last and this week. We had a natter and a laugh, a good one too, cause the blood did not want to stop flowing today.

All done and sorted, I left some nibbles and departed. It was too early to use my bus pass and too early to go to the chemist for my prescriptions as well. Humph!

I called in the Lidl store and came out with milk, tomatoes, cooked chestnuts, Assam tea bags and some nibbles for the social hour box.

P1030857On my way walking back into Sherwood, I had not gone more than 100yds and was taking a photo of another failed business in the row of Carrington shops, and a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist rode into my vision.

A young lad, hoodie over his face and on a decent looking bike, condition-wise. I could not help but think to myself “I wonder if he stole that?” He had the appearance of a Zombie, with dark black eyes. Needless to say, I said nothing to him.

P1030858A few hundred yards further along Mansfield Road and another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came at me at high speed.

I turned around and had to use the zoom on the camera to take this shot of him tearing along the footpath.

Naughty boy!

P1030859I kid you not, but a little further on near Church Drive another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by me from behind, allowing only a foot or so between his bike and me as he did so.

The Swine!

P1030860It got worse, then! Yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was free-wheeling it down the hill towards me!

Of course, I wasn’t worried (Lie mode Adopted) as she gave me less room than the earlier one did!

P1030861Then, I’d still got the camera in my hand, a young girl appeared from around the chap in the photo, making him jump.

She must have been hidden behind him in the previous picture.

At least she had lights and bell on her handlebars. Not that she was using the ringer, though to warn folks.

What a little flurry of Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist! Hehehe!

P1030862Back-Pain-Brenda was a lot easier, Shaking Shaun was coming less often now, but Hippy Hilda (I forgot to mention her to Nurse Nichole, Huh!) was a little persistent!

The traffic to the City was not getting less dense.

Believe it or not, but Anne Gyna didn’t visit once… yet anyway.

P1030863The traffic jam in the town lane started to lengthen even further along, backed up over the hill.

I heard a horn being sounded and looked in the direction I thought it came from, but see no reason for the hooter to be sounded.

Maybe someone just got frustrated, or even saw someone they knew? But it didn’t sound like happy-horn-papping to me. Just think, somebody buys, say a VW Golf. (I looked up this price before making up the diary) At A starting MSRP of $20,910, oh, I’ll convert that to pounds… £16000.12 (Blimey are they that much nowadays, must be) and has to sit in a line for Gawn knows how long to get to work to earn enough to pay for the car! I bet its the same all over the place, though.

P1030864I got into Sherwood and started on the climb up Winchester Street Hill.

Surprisingly, Anne Gyna kept off, not bothering me in the least. This was actually worrying, welcome yes! But a little concernment about why. I wish that Hippy Hilda would do the same! Never happy am I? Huh!

5Fri11As I got to the last steep part of the hill, I noticed that the Nottinghamian Street Art from 3rd November, ‘The Meat Pie Carrier bag’ display Haha! Was still on show, a few yards further down the hill than the one (on the left) from last Saturday.

It had been retouched a little.

P1030865Todays updated artwork, (photograph on the right) had the now topless pies all upside down and out of the bag.

The last hundred yards was completed with a struggle. I got towards Chestnut Way, and the need for a wee-wee started to get more urgent.

P1030866I could have done without the vans and cars parking up on the pavement again! I struggled to get through with the bag. But, I can understand the driver’s problems. If they park correctly on the road, then the bus cannot get through? Hey-ho!

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, to make use of the WC – but it was engaged. HAd a short natter with some of the residents in there waiting for the first bus.

Out and made my way quick as I could to the WC in the flat. As I limped along, I met Cyndy and Mary coming the other way. A little natter and laugh with them. Into the foyer and saw Olive in the laundry room, but dare not stop to talk to her, so need for the wee-wee now more significant than ever, I’m afraid. I waved to her and shot to the lift. It seemed to move very slowly. Hehehe! Got in, dropped everything and shot to the porcelain room.

Ahh, how satisfying to find I made it in time!

I had a wash, then put the purchases away. Did the Health Checks.

Got the computer on, and sent the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Health check-list for last week with this weeks to date, off to Nurse Nichole.

Made a start on updating this blog.

Brother in Law Pete sent a photo to go in today’s Inchcock. Here it is!


P1030867I went to make a mug of tea, and had a look down from the unwanted needing more cleaning, light & view-blocking kitchen window, that I been given no keys for the locking safety mechanism, and only two for the four actual locks, and noticed these two birds in the lower field. Took this zoomed-in shot of them.

Then I went on Facebook to add the photographs to the albums.

2useGot the nosh prepared and served up.

Those chicken mini-sausages had garlic in them, but I enjoyed them all the same. Flavour Rating of 7.9/10 given.

Got the pots washed, did the lat Health Checks and medication taking.

Picked out some TV programmes to watch. Roughly here is what of them, I managed to stay awake to watch. Law & Order. 15 minutes of 2 hours. Heartbeat 10 minutes of 1 hour and a War Documentary 2 minutes of 1 hour. Hehe! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Monday 5th November 2018: Laundry Room Farce, Sombre walk through Nottingham City Centre (tons of photos).And, I did get some chinwags in today!


Gerry chasing after Jillie – Naughty TFZers! Haha!

Monday 5th November 2018

Maori: Rāhina 5 o Whiringa-ā-Rangi 2018

00:05hrs: Woke with the seemingly aeviternal omnium-gatherum of uncontrollable thoughts, wildly pinging about in my head. The ailments seemed to have taken a back-seat behind these cogitations, anxieties, and fears. It was a few minutes before I could free my brain of the mishmash thoughts. No call to the Porcelain Throne to release the torment, as is often the case in the mornings here at Inchcock Towers. Hehehe!

1Mon01aI manipulated the vastness of my stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner without any Accifauxpas. A rare for me, resoluteness appeared in my armoury, and as the ailments were all being so kind, I went with some pace, to the kitchen to get the Health Checks seen to. A bit of a shock, the Sys again.

Made up the records for the week on Excel.


1Mon001I smidge nippy when I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window to take this photo on the left. Hello, is that a free car parking space I see down there?

I mused over how much sleep I might get tonight, with it being November 5th, Bonfire Night and all that. Still, as long as the Nottinghamian populace are playing with their fireworks, they won’t be out mugging, shoplifting, vandalising or riding their bikes on the pavement. Hehehe!

Took a patrol around to see if any Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles could be found. Much to my delight, I found only three 4Thu10carcasses in the wet-room, none in the spare room and none in the kitchen.

I made a brew and blow me down, I found a live Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle on the cooker!

I decided at this point, to start off this blog and update yesterdays later.

0125hrs: Got up to here, and a change of plans again, I went down to start the laundry duties. Got the washer going, and took some photographs out of the window in the laundry room of the new scaffolding. Scaff-Tag all in order.


1Mon11Up to the flat and updated this section.

Looking a little foggy now.

Made a start on updating the Sunday post.

Down again to move the togs into the dryer. The better machine was not working, it had a blue light on permanently?

Back up again to the flat and got the Sunday Post finished and posted off to WordPress.

 0240hrs: Down once more to collect the washing and clean the machines and filters.

WD 99.0.0 What a picklement! The end machine was still not working, I assume the Management Oberstgruppenführeresses know about this, but I’ll mention it if I see them later, just in case. I opened the dryer I had my clothes in, and they were still so damp!

So, I started the machine again and went for a read of the notice boards for fifteen minutes. Returned, to find the device had stopped. Started it once more and stood there watching it. It ended telling me the clothes needed rearranging, or they were already dried. Took a look inside and they were indeed not dry. Started the dryer again. Gave it a while and it stopped again. So I removed the washing, which was still damp but not as bad as earlier. Took them out and folded them…

WD 99.0.0 Then I realised there was dirty water/liquid underneath the machines. Back up to the flat and got some kitchen towels and back down and dried up what I could of liquid. When I got around to cleaning the filter, there was only a little fluff in the mesh, but some gunk as well? Cleaned the casing and drum.


Nearly 0400hrs by the time I got the things back upstairs. I got the shirts and socks in the airing cupboard, rotating them so that the not-fully dried new stuff was at the bottom of the piles. Hopefully, then they will be safe to wear and not give me pneumonia. Hehe!

Made a brew, which I let go cold, due to the call from the innards for me to utilise the Porcelain Throne. The evacuations went well, no bleeding. Good!

1Mon12Made another brew of tea and got on with updating this blog.

The fog was getting thicker now.

Went on the WordPress Reader.

Then on Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZer site.

1Mon13Got the ablutions tended to, all refreshed I set out, dropping off two bags for the waste chute en route.

The fog had turned to a light mist, that as I hobbled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress-Wardens white Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin. Where Sturmbannführeress Wardens Deana and Julie were in their room… Ah, I remembered, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. We spoke, I think it might be safe to tell you that they were aware of the problems with the drying machines in the laundry room, and had arranged for assistance to arrive. I wish they had told me earlier, I could have saved myself all those hours of farcical messing about in the early hours.

WD 99.0.0 But it was difficult, as I had forgotten to put in my hearing aids. So, back up to the flat to collect them. Which was fortunate, cause I met Tenant and cat-walk model Penny, and then knew I could catch her later, to give her the birthday and Christmas present, so I collected that at the same time, and returned to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress-Wardens white Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin.

The population of the hut had grown, four tenants and Complex Gymnast Lynne had arrived. Handed out the nibbles and had a chinwag. Out to the bus stop, where many more residents lurked about in little groups, looking highly suspicious to me… Only joking, Hehehe! Had a few natters and laughs with some of them.

On the bus to town. When we arrived to alight on the City, it was a little comical, with four of us trying to help others get off… I wasn’t sure who needed more help, those helping or the others. Haha!

1Mon14I began a little hobbling session around of the City Centre area.

Along George Street, on to Carlton Street, where I noticed this new to me, bakery, with the customary uncaring dnagerous, Nottingham Pavement Cyclist doing his own thing, weaving through the poor pedestrians.

1Mon14aI crossed over the tram line decorated Fletcher Gate, not far from where the shooting incident took place at the weekend.

Down Bottle Lane, where I took this picture of the buildings on my right. Where the double mugging took place in August.

I thought they gave an impression of a workhouse, or prison of old?

At the bottom, I went left on to Bridlesmith Gate. A sombre picture compared to how it once used to look.

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In the side streets, there were so-called art shops, tattooists and charity shops etc.

1Mon30Passing a street-sleeper with his dog, and the Big Issue Seller with his Pit-bull like looking animal.

Down I trotted on to Middle Pavement. Almost as sad as Bridlesmith Gate this road. 

The entrance to the failed Broad Marsh Centre; that is currently going through a modernisation process costing an estimated £140m, now used by folks taking a shortcut more often than any shoppers.

Down Low Pavement to Lister Gate an1Mon20d Albert Street. Where the stabbings took place in October.

It looked like H Samuels was likely to disappear soon as well.

As I stood at the junction, my mind took me back to my youth. The Woolworths, C&A, British Home Stores, Dunnes the tailors, Wigfalls TV & Radio, ah… good days!

Top photo below of how it used to look in my hey-day. Today, with its new shops, most of them closed down. Depressing!


Marks & Sparks are still going, but reports indicate they are struggling, too.

I hobbled up Albert Street, on to Wheeler Gate. Where the taxi driver was stabbed in August.

Where the ever-increasing amount of depressing ‘To Let’ and ‘For Sale’ boards seemed like omens of what is to come, to me.


1Mon29A limp up Friar Lane, passing the closed down Chinese Food shop, the shut-down Boots Opticians, the bankrupt Hearing Centre, the relocated Co-op Bank, the Indian Restaurant that I have never seen any customer in, and the abandoned Newspaper shop.

However, the Kitty Cafe and Take-Away were enjoying a roaring trade this morning1Mon33.

Best to book a table to ensure you can get in, it’s that busy. There is a £6 Cat Welfare Charge before you sit down. But cat lovers would not complain at this, I’m sure. All the cats are rescued ones.

All ailurophiles should love this place.

I nipped into the Poundland shop. I got a Pork Farms Pie, some Ritz sea salt & Vinegar thins, and some little bits to use as Christmas pressies for the medical staff and residents.

1Mon24Down to the slab-square. Where some entertainment for Christmas I assume, was being erected.

The Nottinghamian citizenry all looked suspiciously at me as I took the photographs. I suppose the illegal immigrants, muggers, warranted persons, the CSP none-payers, shoplifters, gang members and escaped prisoners do this without thinking? Hehe!

1Mon25I spotted an imitation Policeman as I walked through South Parade. He was stood out of the way under the alcove at the front of Bet Fred shop. Sensible lad!

I walked up to Clumber Street and took this picture. Not as busy as it usually is.

1Mon26I turned down left into Long Row, and was greeted with the Helter Skelter being prepared for the seasonal festivities.

A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, coming silently from behind, all but hit me. Then uncaring swine, was even closer to hitting a lady in front of me as he 1Mon27sped around her. Git!

This alley at the side of a shop on Long Row, always amazes me that there are two businesses up there!

An antique bookshop and hairdressers I think. How they can make it pay, I don’t know.

1Mon28Ah, I took a zoomed in shot of the alley, and now see that they have not made it pay! One of the units was up for let! Poor devils!

I stood quietly for a while, just looking at the people as they went by, some of them did not have mobile phones in use either, honestly! All plodding on in their own little worlds.

As I got the camera out to take a picture of the DSC00279Little John clock and housing, things changed… I instantly started getting, curled lips, scowls, intimidating glares, dirty-looks and glunches! I made a check to make sure I hadn’t left my flies open. Then I sheepishly put the camera back in my pocket. Getting dangerous photographicalisationing in town!

Up to the bus stop on Queen Street, a lady waiting there was kind enough to have a natter with me.

I was soon back at the flats. Penny got off of the other bus, and we walked back to the apartments, and another natter was enjoyed. Did well with little talks today. I like ’em you know.

1Mon29aShattered entirely when I got in. No updating of this diary, too tired.

Did the Health Checks and swallowed the medications.

Made a salad of sort. No bread this time, I forgot to buy some when I was out, and I did not want to wait for any out of the freezer to defrost. A Taste-Rating of 8.8/10 given.

I knew I was going to fall asleep, so did the last Health Checks and dosages early, well, while I was awake. Hehehe!

There was a 1959 film on the Horror Channel, ‘Earth vs The Flying Saucers’. My EQ told me I might enjoy watching this. So I tried to… What I stayed awake to watch, was so badly scripted and corny, but the special effects for 1959 were brilliant. But of course, I nodded off! Tsk!

Inchcock – Sun 4 Nov 2018: Spoke to someone, Gaynor, Walk in the Park and the Mystery Boot tale continues!


TFZer lovely Mary being ogled by Inchcock! Tsk!

Sunday 4th November 2018

Icelandic: Sunnudagur 4 Nóvember 2018

2250hrs: Having been up since around 2100hrs, by the noise and lights from the Firework freaks, I took photographs, made a brew and got on with updating the Tuesday post. My being unable to get back to sleep. Humph!

Finished the diary off and got it posted to WordPress. Had another wee-wee and then did the Health Checks, early I know, even for me, but I was all out of sync after the rude awakening.


Went on Facebook. Made a start on this blog, but…

WD74.1.1 I nodded off in the computer swivel chair! Klutz! I found it mind-bogglingly miraculous how I didn’t topple out of the seat! Mind you, it was a close call when I sprang awake, but somehow, I evaded leaving company with the swivel chair. So I saved everything on the computer and made my way (all two steps, hehe!), to the £300 second-hand sometimes sticking recliner, lay down, eased it back and was off again into the land of Nod in seconds.

I woke up, around three hours later. The £300 second-hand recliner mechanism was not in the mood for working. The mind was not as confused as normally it would be, but a vague yonderlyness was definitely lurking in the grey-cell department, as I struggled to remove my oleogustus torso out off the recliner and gain a perpendicularish position. I could still feel some pain from yesterdays operosely painful corn and toe-stubbing. Tsk!

The usual convoluted, addled mish-mash of fears, fretting, dithering, distant and agitated thoughts, did not get through to me this morning. I was so pleased at first. Then, inexplicably I felt a little sad at being cheated out of my regular session of getting uptight, in a stew, in a mental-pickle, and all of a dither? What a disoriented old Nebbish I am!

0700hrs: Into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications.

Made up the Thoughts of Inchcock post. Used this as a header.


Got around to doing the ablutions later. I want to see if I am up to having a hobble in the park, maybe even go to see the Mystery Boots to fins out if they have disappeared yet. Hehehe!

Back in a bit.

All cleaned and freshened. I got the things needed, including Gaynor’s Birthday present to drop off on the way out, two black bags for the waste chute, a jar for the recycling-glass bin and a white recycling bag for the caretaker’s doorway.

To the chute and then up to Gaynor’s flat with her birthday pressie. It was getting late, and Back-Pain-Brenda wasn’t half giving some gip now. Gaynor invited me in, and we had a nice pleasant chinwag, and I ogled her a bit. Hehehe! Lovely gal. Said my farewells and down and out with the white bag and jar depositing them in the appropriate places.

7Sun15Firstly, a hobbled to have a look at the  Mystery Boots situation.

They had been moved, and the laces were back in the boots? Mmm?

I walked back up Winchester Street and down along Chestnut Walk.

Taking a photographicalisation of a sign 7Sun16informing people that there was a Fire Assembly Point behind the metal fences cutting off the area that used to be grassed, but was now… well, I’m not sure.

I hope there is not a fire, cause the Assembly Point will take some getting to. Haha!

I plodded slowly and in pain with Back-Pain-7Sun18Brenda, and took a picture of Woodthorpe Court.

No sunshine today, in fact, I thought I felt a spot or two of rain in the air.

I cut through the back end of the flats onto the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Plenty of dogs taking their owners for a walk.

I concentrated on the trees for my photography session today. I didn’t walk far though, cause Hippy Hilda seemed to be coming on in support of Brenda!

Here are the best efforts.



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Talk about good luck, just as I entered the foyer doors, the rain began to come down.

Did the Health Checks first thing.

Got the beef, peas, sugar-snaps and tomato passata in the saucepan and updated this blog.

1Mon01Served up the nosh.

Mashed potatoes, peas and beef in tomato passata, with sugar snap peas. Lemon mousse and an apple.

A flavour rating of 7.5/10.

Got the noshing paraphernalia in the bowl to soak.

Off into the land of Nod as the first set of commercials came on the TV.

Inchcock – Sat 3 Nov 2018: Fiddly messy day, graphicationalisationing done, Shock of the year for me at 2100hrs! Dang, dang, dang, dang!


TFZers at the fancy dress party! Yeehaa!

Saturday 3rd November 2018

Lithuanian: 2018 m. Lapkričio 3 d., Šeštadienis

0005hrs: I stirred, feeling tired still. When the brain joined the body in semi-life-like mode (I’m not claiming any oomph, clarity or alertness at this stage, you understand), the usual for recent awakenings, started: The impenetrable nebulous malaise of erratic, illogical, fears, hopes and hesitant, vulnerable desires, all seemed to come at the same time. Thus, none of my problems got solved or even assessed. All I got from this stampede of mental emotions, was a headache. Tsk!

Yet again, like the previous two arousals, the innards came to my rescue, and I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne quickly. Which of course, was impossible with having to first, free my supererogatorily oversized torso from the £300 second-hand recliner!

WD 51.2.51 Giving myself a superbly timed toe stub, that produced a Defcon 3 level of pain, en route, and started Hippy Hilda off! Schmuck!

WD 51.2.51 I arrived in what I thought was plenty of time and got caught-out with how liquified the ten-second clear-out was. This evacuation convinced me to start to retake the Dia-Limit capsules again. I made my way to the kitchen to make a brew and get the Health Checks done, and the medications were taken.


6Sat01At least the Sys, Dia, and Pulse had come down a smidge.

I remembered just after taking the medical doses, to take a Dia-Limit, in fact, I took two for the first time.

Hippy Hilda was calming down nice and quickly, Thank heavens for that!

I realised I’d seen a single evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle. But of course, my mind had been on other things. So, I got the spray out and scattered some around the usual Weevil intrusion spots in the kitchen. All I found was about ten weevil carcasses, and I was pleased with that.

6Sat03Into the Spare room next. Where one live beetle, a big one, mind, was spotted on the cabinet, and one live Weevil on the unwanted light and view destroying new window ledge, along with a few dead bodies. I wrestled with the big beetle and won in the end. Hehe!

Into the wet room, where I found only three evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, all deceased. Things were looking good in the illegal immigrant department. Back to the kitchen to clean up using the liquid soda, and make another mug of tea for the one I let get cold.

6Sat04WD 51.2.51 I found a massive evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle, actually swimming in the bowl of soda and bleached water where the cleaning cloths were being soaked in!

I picked him or her out, and the thing shot off and away, never to be seen again.

Gawd blimey, these are tough little things! I hope he doesn’t come out again and charge at me, he was that big, he could have me over! Haha, only joking!

5Fri017I made the second mug of tea and took a look outside.

It didn’t feel so cold compared to yesterday morning when I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window to struggle to take this photograph, having to use the old Sony camera, cause the battery needed a recharging session in the new Lumix. But it came out okay.

Got the Lumix on charging, and off for a wee-wee.

Doing the updating of the Friday post took me over four hours this time. The concentration was still not back to normal. Will it ever be, I ask myself. I reckon the spell-checker is doing a decent job. I certainly ain’t! Humph!

Made a start on this blog. Another three hours to get to here. Had a spell on TFZer Facebooking.

Set about doing the last of the Willmott-Dixon graphics and sent them to the Willmott-Dixon album on my Facebook page. Here they are:

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6Sat06Had a while on the WordPress Reader.

Terrible thirst on me this morning, can’t work out why though? Went to make another brew of tea. Ah, got it now, I’m letting every mug of tea go cold! Twit!

I took this photo of my beloved Tree Copse. Looking so sad now, but it is going to get worse I’m sure.

6Sat05I checked on the mushroom in the slow-cooker.

I didn’t move the lid, though, just had a gander through the glass lid.

Then tried to take a panoramic shot with the old Sony camera. It would not have it. I must have tried eight times, all failures to record. So I just took this standard shot of the scene from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window.

6Sat24Last Health Checks were tended to, and the nosh got ready at last.

The mushrooms removed from the crock-pot and put in with the saucepan of Borlotti beans and tomato passata. Porkpie sliced, bread and butter; followed by a lemon mousse.

Got the pots into the sink to soak, and settled down to watch “Death Wish 4” film on the DVD.

I had to give up, as I kept nodding off and having to rewind. I soon fell asleep.

2018-8-01dWD 51.2.51 Only to wake up four hours later with flashing lights and the distant sounds like that of thunder! I have to admit to a bit of a panic and semi-hysteria setting in at this stage!

I was sure that a fire alarm had activated, and believed it may well be a real one!

  • Struggled to get out of £300 second-hand recliner, I almost rolled off of it!
  • Into the hallway, checked the door handle for any heat with the back of my hand… all felt cool.
  • No alarms sounding.
  • To the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window, to see if any fire engines were outside… it was difficult to see with the new unwanted sticking out new ledge on the undesired light and view-blocking new window… I could see none.

Then things fell into place when I saw the fireworks on the horizon and all around beneath the flats. So I got the camera and took some shots of the Nottinghamians obsession and fascination with things that twinkle and go bang. I read that Fireworks were invented in China in c. 700 BC, to scare away evil spirits. Coloured fireworks were developed in Europe in the 1830s. But still, we are enthralled enough to buy or shoplift costly fireworks each year.

Remember, remember the 5th of November, gunpowder, treason and plot: It’s the day we light bonfires and set off fireworks all across the UK. But bonfire night isn’t just about standing in awe at the bright lights. (Sad innit?) It may seem like a great chance to sip on hot chocolate, mug someone, burgle a house and eat hot dogs but there’s a historical reason why we set alight Guy Fawkes and let off fireworks. Today we even start celebrating days before the date of the event? (It’s only the 3rd Nov tonight)

So where did it all start? Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night?: Guy Fawkes is best known for failing to blow up Westminster Palace. On November 5, 1605, Guy was foiled as he plotted to destroy the Houses of Parliament during state opening and kill all inside it – including the King – in what became known as the Gunpowder Plot.

Fawkes and others involved were tried on January 31st 1606 and then sentenced to be hung, drawn and quartered in the Old Palace Yard in Westminster.
The Attorney General Sir Edward Coke told the court that each of the condemned would be drawn backwards to his death, by a horse, his head near the ground.
They were to be “put to death halfway between heaven and earth as unworthy of both”.
Their genitals would be cut off and burnt before their eyes, and their bowels and hearts removed.
They would then be decapitated, and the dismembered parts of their bodies displayed so that they might become “prey for the fowls of the air”.

But Guy escaped this horrific fate, as immediately before his execution he jumped from the scaffold where he was to be hanged and broke his neck, thus avoiding the agony of the mutilation.
He also did not have his body parts distributed to “the four corners of the kingdom”, to be displayed as a warning to other would-be traitors.
Despite being involved in what is basically a terrorist plot, Guy Fawkes was named the 30th Greatest Briton in a poll conducted by the BBC in 2002.
Today, straw effigies made of Guy Fawkes and thrown onto bonfires to remember the Gunpowder Plot were also known as “guys” and over time the meaning has blurred.

Oh, dearie me, I got carried away there, sorry.

I made a mug of tea, no point in trying to get back to sleep now, and its only 2100hrs yet!

I took some not too successful photographs of the sky and fireworks that seem to please so many of us. By Gawd, I’ve become a grumpy old man! Haha!


Got the computer on, and updated then finished this diary off.

Yawning a lot now… and the flipping stubbed toe is still hurting! Tsk!

Inchcock – Fri 2 Nov 2018: A mixed day, but overall a good one! Photos, I think you’ll like – I fank you!


Friday 2nd November 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμβρίου 2018

I woke at 0005hrs feeling habrobaniacal.

WD128.0.0 Something had made me believe that all was well, I was young again, no problems existed, and life was a rollicking rave-up. Maybe I’d had a nocturnal phantasma? But I can’t recall having any dreams? Anyway, the moment of insanity featuring cheerful delusions soon petered out. Although I think I enjoyed it while it lasted. Hehe!

The nemesism-mode returned, to replace this different mood. Even the self-criticisms didn’t stay for long; they were soon replaced in mind with a galimatias of the weirdest thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes, and anxieties.

The gobbledygook and jactitation nonsense persisted for a while longer. But, once again no one topic gained any preference or advantage over the others. I failed to make any decisions or solutions. Scary really, cause it seemed to me as if I was not listening and talking to my own brain at times?

Is it an unsoundness of mind that is causing these waking moments loss of reason? They never seem to last long, as these didn’t. That was only thanks to the innards informing me of the need to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner like the clappers, to get to the Porcelain Throne.

The escape from the recliner went well and rather swiftly this morning. I made it to the Throne with plenty of time to spare. (Well, 40 seconds!) The evacuation was okay, but Little inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding while I was asleep, so needed cleaning up and the painful application of the Daktacort cream.

WD128.0.0 During which I became aware that there was only three evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles to be seen in the wet room. I thought at first that this is an excellent sign that they may be on the retreat at last. Klutz! All three were live ones. I exterminated all three of the weevils. (Ain’t I brave! Hehe!)

Then sprayed some Santex Killer spray around the floor. Moving to the spare room to do a patrol in there. Just three on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, all dead.

WD128.0.0 To the kitchen for a search around. A good few dead weevils near the hole in the sealant next to the door, and a good many under the medicine drawers, all live ones. Gave the kitchen another good spraying all around.

Washed my hands and door handles with antiseptic disinfectant and got the Health Checks done.


5Fri001bThe Sys and Dia have been high, the Pulse has as well all week. Hmm!

I took a photographicalisation from the unwanted light and view-blocking new window. Had to open the window of course to get a decent view.

WD128.0.0 By gum, there was a bit of frost in the air as I opened the window… knocking over the kitchen towels and some plastic containers. Picking them up from the floor was not appreciated by Hippy Hilda nor Back-Pain Brenda!

5Fri003Made a brew of Assam tea and set about updating the Thursday Inchcock Today diary.

This took me over five hours, such, was the lack of concentration this morning. For some unfathomable reason, I seemed to spend more time making corrections than normal typing!

But, I did manage to get it finished eventually and posted off to WordPress.

5Fri003aWD128.0.0 I made a mug of tea and decided while in the kitchen, I’d get the peas and carrots prepped and into the crock-pot. Neatly cutting under my left-hand index fingernail as I sliced the carrots. Schmuck!

For the life of me I can’t remember who, but someone ages ago, suggested for me to try slow-cooking this mixture of vegetables, in water seasoned with sea-salt & lemon, with a little demerara sugar. So, I tried it. Then I added I’d add some sliced chestnut mushrooms to the veg-mix, as an afterthought. The dang fungi were covered in compost bits, so this took up more time to clean off before getting them quickly in the pot.

Of course, the tea had gone cold by then.

Back on the computer and caught up on Facebook. Then on the WordPress reader.

Back to the kitchen to make another brew, and boy did the sky look amazing. As they say; Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning!


Then I made-up a Morrison food order for next week.

0850hrs: Well, I need a bit of a hobble now, get out in the fresh air for a bit. So I got the ablutions sorted out. Nice to have hot water from the taps again!

Got readied for a walk into Sherwood to the Chemists to get some Hydrocortisone antifungal cream (Thanks to Tim from New Mexico, who informed me it is available over-the-counter), some Codeine/acetaminophen, and Germoloid Cream. Maybe to nip into the Continental Food Store to see if they have of their vegetarian mini sausages in stock… oh, and get an orange filled croissant for Frank, to welcome him back home.

I set off, dropping two small bags of rubbish down the waste chute on the way. I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin. Lynne was in there talking with a Nottingham City Homes representative, and a tenant waiting for the bus. There were no Hauptsturmführeress Wardens for me to speak to. So I handed out the nibbles and started-off on my little hobble into Sherwood.

I got to the end of Chestnut Walk and turned right down Winchester Street, and Back-Pain Brenda started giving me a lot of jip! Humph! But my mind was distracted from the pain when I spotted a change in the status of the Nottingham Street Art Boots on the pavement! An interesting repositioning today, Hehehe!


5Fri006I limped over the road and down the hill into Sherwood, with ‘Back-Pain Brenda’ giving me her full attention.

The hobble down to Mansfield Road was a most pleasant one (apart from Back-Pain Brenda of course), with the sun getting through occasionally and the slight nip in the air keeping me moving.

5Fri007As I got to the bottom of the Winchester Street hill, I spotted these three Willmott-Dixon vagabonds!

Plainly the lads had been to the Nibbles take-away food store for some sustenance. And, there is no better place to go to for cooked fodder in Sherwood, either!

Great bunch of lads. I don’t know the name of the about to bite into his pie bloke, but Innocentest-Ian-In-charge, showed off his nosh to me, and Plonk-Brewer and Plant Perambulator Paulius I noticed was saving his bag of fodder for later, very wise. Hehe!

5Fri08 As I took this photo of the traffic, I thought it might interest my friends on Australia, Canada, and America in seeing the bustling picture of Sherwood life, a chap, who is not in the frame, gave me a right suspicious and nasty glare, kept looking back at me intimidatingly. Ah, well, at least he didn’t clock me one! He was a young, fit looking and big. Sorry youth! (Scared? Me? You bet!)

Maybe he was on the run from prison. Or the police had a Warrant out on him? Maybe his missus has Private Detectives following him? Who knows why he thought I was photographing him, as opposed to a scene picture? A bit of guilt in there somewhere maybe. Hehe!


5Fri34I dived into Boots Chemist shop, hoping he would not follow me or be waiting outside. (Scared? Me? You bet!) Where I spent a good deal of cash getting some medications. Not cheap are they!

I found the Germoloid cream and knew that the P&C’s were kept behind the counter, but could not find the Corticoid on the shelves.

WD128.0.0 So I asked the lady behind the counter. But the mind went blank, and I could not remember the name of the antifungal cream for ages… she was patient with me, though, bless her. It took me a while for me to realise that I’d got the name written on my shopping list in my hand! What a Klutz! I did feel a right fool! Paid the lady, and thanked her.

I left and went two shops down (No threatening bloke around. Phew!) and into the Ozan International Food Centre.


This is a shop I ought to avoid going into really. For they have a super-great Continental Cooked Meats and Butchery counter that is out of this world with choices of fodder for me to get even fatter eating. Hehehe! 5Fri018

I managed to avoid buying any of the not needed cooked meats. I came out with some Mini Chicken Sausages, they didn’t have any of the vegetarian sausages in stock. Mixed beans, Buraczki ZasmaZane (Fried Shredded Beetroot), Pieczarki Marynowanes (Pickled Mushrooms, carrot seasoned), and an Orange flavoured Croissant fro Frank. There was a decent shelf life on it, so no rush to get it to Jenny’s flat until her visitor has gone.

5Fri09I missed the bus back up the Winchester Street, so started the slightly more difficult task of walking back up the hill, to the apartment. Hehe!

I took this attempt at a ‘Moody-Photo’ as I passed the bus stop.

Even when the bright sunshine came out, it was of little warmth with it.

5Fri10I got as far as Cavendish Vale, and took another photographicalisation from the end of the Vale.

I caught the two blocks of flats somewhat better than the last time I tried. They came out much clearer.

Woodthorpe on the left and Winchester on the right as you look at it.

5Fri11I pressed on despite Back-Pain-Brenda, up the steep incline and around the bend, to find another piece of Nottinghamian Street Art on the pavement.

The laid down bag contained several meat pies? The top one I think had been had a go at by some bird or animal pecking at the pastry.

The last steepest bit of road before getting to Chestnut Walk almost crippled me. And yet, once on the level, things calmed down. Well, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna did, Back-Pain-Brenda did not. Tsk! Ah, well!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. No Sturmbannführeress Wardens in. Not that it mattered much, cause by now, I’d forgotten why I wanted to talk to them!

5Fri12Out and towards my Woodthorpe Court dwelling.

I stopped en route to take this picture by sticking the camera lens through a gap in the compund fencing near the lock. Now we can get an idea of how the New Extra Care block and Obersturmbannführeress offices, will look like when completed.

I got home with an aching back, and feeling drained.

5Fri013Fodder and sleep were all I was interested in now.

Well pleased with how the musrooms carrots and peas turned out. I’ll try using the same recipe to flavour the next time have the same to eat. Sea-salt & lemon, with a little demerara sugar. Highly glavoursome without being too overpowering. I also had some of the fried shredded beetroot, which were passable, but I’ll not try them again when the jar is finished.

The Nordic Style Polish bacon was tough to eat with my missing teeth, but so tasty!

For Flavour alone, I give this effort a 9.54/10!

Washed the pots and got a old DVD on, ‘Death Wish 2’. But was getting so many nod-offs, I gave up and turned it off.

Ah, sweet morpheous… I drifted off in minutes!

Inchcock – Thur 1 Nov 2018: Decent day, until the late Whoopsedangleplops arrived. Ah, Well!


Good Morning… Photo from last September

Thursday 1st November 2018

Japanese: 2018年11月1日木曜日

0300hrs: I woke up from the much longer than usual seven-and-a-half-hour blissful sleep, reluctantly. It was the need for a wee-wee and Duodenal Donald’s pains that encouraged me to wake up. Surprisingly, there were no hunger-pangs, despite my not having had a meal yesterday? Off to take the urgent wee-wee, and then to the medicine drawer to imbibe the morning medications, along with an extra Omeprazole capsule to counter Duodenal Donald’s bit of bother.

Tended to the Health Checks. I started the month of November off with some disturbingly high readings from the sphygmomanometer.


Thinking about this, I don’t suppose I should have been surprised at the levels, really. With the lack of sleep over the last three days, due to the electrical repair mix-up and so on, I should have expected things to go out of sync, I suppose.

I made a brew of strong tea and returned to get the computer going.

WD128.0.0 When I sat in the swivel-chair, Back-Pain Brenda gave me such a sharp lingering stab of pain, I nearly cried out. Looks and feels like she is going to be with me for a while. I can tell by the type of agony she distributes, you know. These very localised lower lumbar stabs, usually mean I’m in for a lengthy period of suffering. Ah, well, at least I have hot water, have got some sleep in, and Jenny and Frank will be back from their Asian holiday. Not all bad, Hehe!

3Wed01aStarted working on updating yesterday’s diary of woe, and guzzling the small mug of tea.

I realised then that I had left the TV on with the CCTV channel showing the lobby doors. I’d had it on yesterday watching out for the arrival of the electrician and left it on. Strange that cause usually it turns itself off after a while of inactivity? Obviously, technology and me, are worlds apart.

Finished the diary off and got it posted. Taking an awfully long time to do it, though.

4Thu03aBegan to do this blog, and it was time to get the ablutions done before the food delivery arrived. Off to the wet room, now supplied with hot water! I had a check at the water heater light, to make sure it was still working heating the hot water. All good!

Duodenal Donald was more relaxed for some unknown reason after I’d finished the ablutions. Back-Pain Brenda continues to be a nasty nuisance.

I got the bag of nibbles and raffle prizes sorted for the Social Meeting.

4Thu04Made another brew, and thought that although I didn’t feel like eating, even after so long without food (approx. 36 hours) I’d have a few biscuits with the tea, dunking commenced. Haha!

I only had a few of the bikkies, thanks to my steel-like will and determination. (And the fact that these were the only biscuits I had left) Lie-Mode-Adopted

4Thu05The Morrison delivery arrived. I put nosh away.

Once more, the fridge was crammed with goodies. I put the cream cakes in the refrigerator to take later as a weekly treat for the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens.

Then made up and took some black bags to the waste chute, then readied things and set out to the Social Hour.

4Thu06It was a little nippy out there this morning.

I took this photographicalisation of the Winwood Heights complex, showing the progressing state of all three buildings.

Into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

Entered and greeted the crowd of Winwood Heights jollity seeking residents gathered within. I was so pleased to see Jenny and Frank back again. A good crowd in attendance today. I’d like to show my appreciation to Cyndy, who ran the socials while Jenny was away on holiday.

I handed out the pressies, put the raffle prizes on the trolley. Handed the nibble box around, and had some excellent chinwags for the short time I was in there. Passed on some raffle tickets. Cyndy, Gaynor and Margaret all seemed to be in good spirits I’m glad to say. Jenny was coping well, despite her problem, bless her cotton socks.

Back-Pain Brenda was keeping up her annoying stabbing pains, but Duodenal Donald has eased off.

A cheerful cheerio to the clan, and off to the bus stop. Had a natter with Barry and Mary amongst others (I do love these chinwags). Caught the L9 bus to Arnold, gossiping with Mary en route. Mary went to get her bird’s food, and I set off visiting many shops.


WD128.0.0 Boyes and the Saver shops first. But neither had any of the cheap haemorrhoid cream on the shelves. Tsk! Then, to the Fulton Foods store. I got some of my favourite plain Scottish shorties biscuits, some rice crackers. And some pork scratchings to go in the nibble-box.

Over and down the road to the Asda (Walmart) superstore. Where I went a little overboard with the purchases. Canned chickpeas and garden peas and a packet of beef flavoured chips. But I did get some of what I went for. Fresh food purchases: Red onions, cooked balsamic flavoured beetroot, tomatoes, wholemeal bread rolls and sugar snap peas. (The peas later turned out to be bitter and sour tasting, Humph!)

Paid at the self-serve till. No summoning of assistance required. Which was just as well, cause there were no assistants around anywhere near the tills.

Out with the two now heavy bags (much to the displeasure of Back-Pain Brenda!), and out to the bus stop on Front Street. The bus was late arriving, but this gave me a chance for a chinwag with the others in the queue at the bus stop.

The bus arrived. I got the crossword book out as soon as I got into the seat. Mary got on the further along the route. I fought against falling asleep. Angela and Roy got on in Sherwood.

4Thu06aOn Winchester street, I took this picture of one of the many terraced houses along the lower part of the hill.

Similar in design to the one I used to live in at Carrington.

We arrived at the Winwood Heights complex and dismounted. Angela and Roy went into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

4Thu11I walked with Mary along Chestnut Walk to the flats, taking these photographs when we were stopped my Willmott-Dixon Safety men.

Seems that the Willmott Dixon lads were supervising the removal of one of the hoist cages from the building by a super-crane.

It looked like a risky, dangerous job to me, but the team had it all covered.

As I took these shots, I thought of some funny ideas for them when I get around to CorelDrawing them later.

We (Marry and me) were waved on a couple of minutes later.

I moved a little quicker then, despite Back-Pain Brenda, cause I was in need of a wee-wee, that was becoming more urgent by the second. Tsk! Old age! Hehe!

Gaynor and Mo were in the foyer, Mary stopped to talk to them, as I did, but not for long, with my waterworks department threatening a leakage. I’m blown if I can remember what I said or the lovely Gaynor spoke to me, now. I had to quickly explain my impending disappearance and got up to the flat ASAIC (As Soon As I Could).

It made the possibility of a liquid Accifauxpa more likely when I pressed the call button for the elevator, and it had to come down from the 15th floor! Lucky? Me? Hehehe!

The memory of getting out of the lift and into the flat is a bit vague. But the pleasure of making it only just in time to the WC is clearly impregnated in my memory! Haha!

WD128.0.0 Unfortunately, the wee-wee revealed that Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding. So, a good clean up and the Daktacort cream applied with a little pain involved.

WD128.0.0 All refreshed, I bent down to change the PPs, and Back-Pain Brenda gave me more stinging, electric shock-like hassle than ever before. Vey is mir!

Did the Health Checks and took an extra codeine 30g with them.

WD128.0.0 Went to collect the bags from where in my haste, I had dropped them inside the front door. To find that the tray of beetroot had split open, presumably when I put the bag down too hurriedly. Because the beetroot stains on the other items were only slight. I seem to be paying the catch-up price of having so few Whoopsiedangleplops earlier in the day?

More sorting out and cleaning up, with Back-Pain Brenda ever in attendance. This operation took far too long for my and Back-Pain Brendas’ liking. My acceptance of my being a right Schlimazel came to mind.

So tired and in pain now, I knew nothing apart from getting some fodder and sleep would get done. But I was wrong…

I put away the fresh food, and as I was preparing the vegetables, a hoist came up from below, and two chaps were working on something or other. I realised later that the sticking out too far view-blocking shelf on the unwanted light-blocking new kitchen window had been repainted to cover the bird-poo. Hehe!

4Thu08The lads kindly obliged when I asked for a smile and pointed the camera at them. Both of the lads were handsome, young, fit, no glasses or hearing aids in site… Does my confidence no good this! Hahaha!

As they seem to be taking down the hoists, I shall miss talking to and photographing the lads. So glad I saved many photos to my Facebook’s new Willmott-Dixon gallery.

This photo will be a good one for doctoring in CorelDraw when I can get around to it.

4Thu09Did the last Health Checks and medication taking done. Still some high readings. Sys 180, Dia 81, Pulse 89.

At last, I got around to making the meal. And very-well it went down too!

An 8/10 Flavour-Rating given. It would have been higher, but for the lousy bitter taste of the sugar-snap peas.

As for what happened next, I imagine I just fell in a much-needed sleep.

Inchcock – Tue 30 Oct 2018: No Hot Water in the flat – Weevils – Blood Test – Stayed awake for the NCH repair chap, no show – Virgin Internet goes down – Worra flipping day!


Tuesday 30th October 2018

Scots Gaelic: Dimàirt 30 Dàmhair 2018

WD0.51.102 2330hrs: As the brain joined the obese, pudgy body into a life of sorts, it brought the usual agitations, anxiousnesses and apprehensive worries along with it for me to contemplate and fret over for a while. Which I did, and was getting nowhere in finding solutions or deviations to avoid my getting all het-up and neurotic over… But, the good old innards helped me out, by summoning me urgently to the Porcelain Throne, thus allowing me to concentrate on the urgency of this need, and forget the earlier mind-bending incomprehensible mishmash of worrying introspections. 

Of course, this meant tackling the task of removing my overly-ample body from the £300 second-hand recliner. Which went well… WD0.51.102 up until I got to the stage of standing upright. Dizzy Dennis arrived, and I almost ballerina’d around in slow motion for a few seconds, with my dangly arms flailing out trying to find something to grab onto, to support myself as I tried to regain my balance. Thank heavens for the Hopewells 1963 G-Plan cabinet!

2Tue02fA few moments after this, Dizzy Dennis departed, and I made my unsteady way to the wet room. The evacuation was excellent, although, tending back towards a more fluid content again. What got to me here was…

 WD0.51.102 I’d better explain first: Yesterday, I cleaned the bowls and put a new Bloo Cistern Block in. When I flushed this morning, I got splashes of the blue liquid on the inside, and outside of the bowl, also on my legs, such was the force of the spray. Never had this happen before, it’s usually the other way around and ineffectively weak flushing, and the refill of the cistern can take ten-fifteen2Tue08a minutes. I got the blue stains off of the bowl, floor, my legs, and feet okay. But, the two splashes on the underside of the WC lid, would not come out or off completely. Flash spray, bleach, Mould Spray and a scouring pad all failed. The blotches on the inside of the cover are fainter now, but for some reason, they still annoy me. Ha! Funny innit!

Washed-up, and off to do the Health Checks next.


Made a brew and took the medications. I now had either a Sanmex, Rentokil or Raid bug spray located in each room.

2Tue03So, off I went with a reserve can in my pocket, on my first semidiurnal Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug reconnaissance patrol. In the kitchen first. I saw no Weevils at all for the first time ever since their illegal immigration. So, I moved a stand of drawers away from the wall. Ah, there they were, mostly adults lying there in the uncleaned for months, dirt. (Hehe!) A spray around and they all disappeared, but I know not where to? They were very quick movers!

2Tue04Then to the spare room. Again live adults found lurking. Big uns too! Sprayed again, after having a chinwag asking them if they would please move into another flat for me. Hehehe!

Back to the wet room and only found small weevils, all dead.

No LadyBugs were seen at all anywhere. I wonder if they have left or died, and this might be the cause for the reappearance of the adult Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle’s?

2Tue05Back to the kitchen to replace the gone-cold mug of tea.

WD0.51.102 The tap (faucet) hot water was going cold? Oh, dearie me!

I took this photograph, up and to the right of the unwanted view and light-blocking new window. It shows Big John’s balcony, he’s up late!

Got the computer on to start updating and finishing off the Monday Review, and had to return to the Porcelain Throne once again. It was a bit messier this time. But I did put down the lid before flushing, then cleaned off the new Bloo splashes straight away.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday post finished at last, and it sent off.

I went on the WordPress Reader Section, then answered all of my comments received. They were both humorous ones.

Made a start on this blog.

Then I went on TFZer Facebooking.

The hot water has not come back on yet? Could be difficult getting a wash and shave later, I’d better get the saucepans and kettle filled readily.

Messy lengthy time-taking ablutions sorted… well, in a fashion! Boiling water, using the kitchen sink to shave at, making a general mess that I did not have time to clear-up, cause I had to get off to the Warfarin Blood Test for 0900hrs. Got myself ready and took a black bag to the waste chute on the way out.

2Tue09Out onto Chestnut Walk and took this picture of the three courts with what is to be named Winwood Heights.

As I passed the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers, and visitors tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from. Tales of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles and LadyBug reconnaissance patrols corner, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, I thought it would be a little early to report hot water not working, yet.

I turned down Winchester Street. You remember the funny looking boots from Monday (on the left below)? Well, they have now been deposited in a black-bag-lined oil drum. More updates when they arrive! Haha!


2Tue10aI got a move-on (for me, like!) and seemed to be doing well speed-wise.

Not much traffic in Sherwood.

I soon found myself over the top of the hill and walking down towards Carrington and the Sherrington Park Medical Practice surgery.

WD0.51.102 The feet felt they were on fire with the pain, both corns and the callus were stinging awful!

They eased off a lot when I got sat down and the crossword book out. After spending what seemed ages on the puzzles, I looked at my posh new-to-me second-hand £2 wristwatch I got from the charity shop… I think I had made a mistake about the appointment time, cause it was well-passed 0900hrs, now. But, it mattered not, for it was Nurse Nichole who came to fetch me to have my blood taken. The heart beat faster! And all other thought drifted off into the ether!

We had a natter and a laugh and handed the nibbles with a Christmas Present in case I don’t see her again until then. Thanked her. And gave her a cuddle and kiss… Well, in my dreams, Hahaha! Handed some nibbles for the reception staff, I left them on their counter cause they were all busy.

Out and limped, for I was surely limping with the pain of the corns and callus now. Eizel!

To the Chemists on Mansfield Road in Carrington. Making inquiries of when the next lot of prescriptions would be available. This Friday!

Went to the Lidl store. I got some fresh orange juice, lemon cheesecake cakes (for pressies/nibbles for certain ladies), tomato passata, butterbeans, and two small crusty cobs. Please note: I did not get any seasoned sliced potatoes, Frikadellens, chocolate, cakes for me or biscuits! Smug-Mode Adopted! This dieting is getting me down now. What with no reduction in my weight in spite of it! Grumph!

Caught a bus back into Sherwood and popped in a charity shop to see if they might have a copy of the ‘Negotiator’ DVD film. They had not, but they did have a book titled ‘Dear Fatty.’ IT was a biography of Dawn French. So I bought it, I think she is a tremendous wit!

2Tue11Up to the bus stop at the top of the hill on Mansfield Road.

I was soon back at the flats, thank heavens. The plates-of-meat were not in good condition now.

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The Wardens were a little busy, so I waited. I told them of my having no hot water in the flat. (While secretly hoping it had not come back on while I had been out) – Worry-Mode Adopted!

It seems that I am the only tenant who has this problem. Why am I not surprised? Hahaha!

Stabsfeldwebeless Warden Julie rang the repairs for me. They will be coming to sort me when possible, up to 2200hrs! Oh dear! I gave… no, sorry,  I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

2Tue12Said my cheerios, and back up to the flat. Checked the hot water situation, thankfully it was still not working. Phew!

I could hear noises outside, but not identify what they were being made by.

I took a photo blindly upwards from the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window.

2Tue12aNothing on the photographicalisations showing as to the nature or cause of the noises.

I had a wee-wee, did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Made a brew. Then opened a tin of haricot beans and put them soaking in a saucepan with some balsamic vinegar to flavour them for later… No! That’s wrong, they were butter beans.

I went to draw the unwanted new balconies curtains to take a look out. And found some artwork in the new balcony.

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I got on with updating this blog.

Went on the TFZer Facebook page again to update it with the new pictures I’d taken today while out and in.

2useGot the nosh prepared.

The butter beans boiled in balsamic vinegar tasted nicely on the tongue.

Overall, an 8.2/10 flavour rating score.

Had to boil water in the saucepans and kettle again to do the cleaning up and washing of the few bits that needed washing.

Did the last Health Checks and medications were taken.

Now, I needed to try and stay awake for when the Nottingham City Homes Repair maintenance person arrives to help sort the hot water situation out. But what agrypnotic aids could be applied? Well, no TV or radio, that always sends me off to sleep, and with the headphones on, I would not hear the door chime or telephone if they tried to contact me. This was not going to be easy. I’d already been up for seventeen hours and felt I was not going to be able to stay awake.

I left the door unlocked so they could gain access when they arrived.

3Wed01aI put the TV on, with the CCTV channel showing the front entrance foyer.

Eventually, I nodded off for two hours. I sprang awake, no notes through the door or anything like that, so I assumed they were on their way still. Possibly at an important job somewhere, so patience is essential. Warden Deana did say they will be here by ten o’clock. Which came and went. I didn’t know whether to stay up or not now.

2230hrs: I got up, and did the morning Health Checks. I had no idea if the Repair people help would arrive or not, this late in the day. But dare not nod-off again. Who needs sleep anyway, I’d already had two-hours kip in the last 28hours. Humph!

WD0.51.102 So shattered, only 120 minutes kip in what is now 29 hours. But I felt I ought to stay awake, just in case any assistance did arrive. After all, you can bet they will be up to their necks with calls for help from other tenants.

I made a brew and got the computer on to update this diary.

As the new morning arrived, I was not in good health and to top it all up…


I’m considering giving up! Hehe!

Inchcock – Mon 29 Oct 2018: Feeling betterer this morning – Mini-Hobble into Nottingham – Photographs galore taken!

Sept 21a

Evil Ironclad Boll Weevil Biting Beetles still attacking! Humph!

Monday 29th October 2018

 Yiddish: 2מאָנטיק 29 אקטאבער 018

2345hrs: I stirred into imitation life and found myself a bit baffled at how well I was feeling emotional, after yesterday’s horrible afternoonmare of gloom, depression, and self-pity had taken such a hold over me. But I was glad the dysphoria had evanesced into the ether and was no longer making me feel dark and gloomy within. However, my self-malevolence had also departed, for which I am well-pleased.

The brains thoughts became prolix-like. Darting from one subject, brainwave or idea to the next in seconds, never finding or working out any resolutions or clarifications, no taking decisions or adopting or creating any plans.

The need for a wee-wee arrived. By the time I had disentangled my over-ample, clinically obese stomach and torso from the £300 second-hand recliner, a need for the Porcelain Throne had been added to my immediate requirements.

1Mon01aaA surprisingly large amount of the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles was on the wet room floor. Tsk! Dang things!

The evacuation was almost enjoyable. No bleeding or pain emanated from Harold Haemorrhoid whatsoever. And, negative signs of Diahorrea Derek at work. Great!

As I washed my hands, it dawned on me that there was no hassle from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harry, Back Ache Brenda or Duodenal Donald either! A rare but nervous-making concerning, situation, for someone with my luck… or lack of success usually. Hehehe!

When I do the bug spraying next in the wet room, I must get the floor mopped up well beforehand. The effect of the bug sprays is discolouring the place.

I felt a certain degree of alacrity creeping into my frame of mind.

Into the spare room, to find that the evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle regiments in this room, had attacked with a Camisado-Camisade patrol. So many of them on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge, but they were at least all dead ones.

1Mon01The kitchen only had around ten corpses of weevils and two of LadyBugs.

As I took this picture out of the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window.

2Tue03 Then Reflux Roger started to give me some hassle. Sudden Big unforced breaths.

I got the Health Checks done. Then onto the computer to update the Excel graph record.


I’m off for a Warfarin blood test at 0900hrs in the morning. I must mention the high readings to the nurse. And, the blank spells and dizzies, too.

Another wee-wee, and back to the computer, and got the depressing Sunday diary finished and sent off to WordPress.

Made brew and made a start on this diary.

Then onto the WordPress Reader section. Next TFZer Facebooking. Then a mug of tea and a few (Honestly!) Scottish Shorties biscuits.

I took this photograph, supposed to be a panoramic shot, but it didn’t come out right. (Something that Mother said about me, that… Hahaha!) But it showed the frost and ice covered; landscape, houses, and roads on the high ground. I love it that you can see the footmarks across the bottom field where the out-very-early dogs had been walking their owners. 1Mon05a

1Mon06I got three small black bags of refuse made up to go to the to the waste chute, later when I get back. Too early to make the noise now. Then I made up a white bag of reusable rubbish, and put two glass jars in the shopping bag to go to the caretaker’s door on my way out.

Got the ablutions tended to. No shower this early in the day, of course, too much noise.

Did the medicationalisationing of the areas in need. Haha!

Hearing aids in, the right glasses on the head, picked up the new-to-me second-hand £2 wristwatch – Oh dear, it had stopped! I could see the battery-man in town later and get a new one; so I put the watch in the jacket pocket so as not to forget to take it with me…

2Tue03 I’m afraid to report that I put it in the wrong jacket pocket! Klutz! I set off down the lift with the bag and jars.

This map is of the mini-marathon walk/hobble that I took.

1Mon070730hrs: I dropped off the bag and glass, and set off along Chestnut Walk… the very icy slippery road and pavement in front of the apartments.

I hope the car windscreens thaw-out for the tenants before they get up and out. You’ll have noticed the parking on the double yellow lines I suppose? Rules have been removed for the period of the upgrading work with there being 1Mon07aso few spaces available.

The sun kept trying to get through, not that it was warm enough yet to help with the thawing process.

This single leaf of the thousands laying frozen on the corner bit of grass at the corner of Winchester Street caught my eye. I cannot recall why I took this photograph. Something to do with nature, I suspect.

I plodded on down the hill. The sun got stronger. The ailments were not harmful to me at all at this stage, and I soon began to enjoy my perambulations.

1Mon07c2Tue03 Until I neared the traffic light junction with Mansfield Road. This ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist flew by me from behind at high speed, and close enough to startle me a bit.

My prayer that he slips on the ice then falls off and is mangled underneath the wheels of a pantechnicon lorry, were not answered. Tsk!

1Mon08The traffic in Carrington was almost at a standstill on and off. I think at one stage I caught up with a static red cat in the queue!

It was getting warmer now, or rather, not so cold? Haha!

Starting to walk up th1Mon10e steep grade on Mansfield Road, then the next even steeper hill near the Rock Cemetry, created a lot of hassle and discomfort from Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda for me.

As I passed by, I could see the moon still in the sky – amazing! So I took this picture.

As soon as I started on the downhill stretch to the flat Milton Street and beyond, the ailments gave me a welcome rest. Unfortunately, the plates-of-meat were beginning to sting something awful. Ah, well, you can’t win ’em all.

1Mon09The plates and in particular the fibrous corn and callus on the left foot were up to at least Pain-Defcon-Three now. Haha!

The traffic was building up as I got into the City proper, onto Milton Street.

I did some window shopping for a while. Observing that for some reason the Nottinghamian Citizenry that came into view, looked to be far less troubled and depressed than they did on my last hobble to town… and with it being a Monday, this surprised me.

1Mon11I called into the Tesco Metro store and bought a packet of wholemeal cobs. Paid at the self-serve till.

Did even more nosing around and window shopping.

Then made my way down King Street into the Slab Square.

1Mon12Where they are constructing some amusements etc. for Halloween and or bonfire night, at least I assumed that is why.

Nowhere near open yet, the Ghost Train – Ghost Gator ride was massive!

Still, I kept seeing smiling faces on the Nottinghamians. Very disconcerting this was, I began to question my sanity.

1Mon13I took a shot of the Debenhams Store and Long Row. Showing the scarcity of members of the Nottingham shoplifting, alcoholics, muggers and druggies, populace.

I made my way to the Fletch Gate branch of the Poundland shop. A certain lady is living in the flats who loves Pork Farm Pork Pies, and if Poundland has any, in I was going to treat her to one. Which, luckily they had in stock. Not so lucky perhaps, I came out with an overloaded bagful of other stuff as well! Most of an edacious nature! Yold! Chocolates, Social Hour Nibbles, cheese biscuits, Ritz, and a bag of Jelly Babies. But to be fair. 90% of them would be used as pressies for Christmas. Another £16 spent.

2Tue03 I paid at the Self-Serve till – and it was not until I had put them all through, that I realised it was a cash-only checkout. When I explained this to the lady assistant, she gave me a well-rehearsed, but welcome look that said: “Ah, poor old fool!” She cleared the till and took me to a Cash Card one, and even put the things through for me. Bless her Cotton Socks!

1Mon14I thanked the woman sincerely, departed and went back to the Slab Square to take some more photographs.

It was a little dangerous around there now. Pavement Food Delivery Cyclists were starting to appear.

And the delivery lorries and vans and cash-in-transit wagons needed an eye keeping on them 1Mon14atoo!

A bloke came up to me and gave me a free newspaper.

Then a youth who reminded me of a drunken student in wearing posh clothes, and muttered some words that I could not understand. Not in a foreign language, I reckon he was drugged up or drunk. “Oblski darum owd un?” It sounded like a question. I replied: Oh no, but thanks!” He just walked away decidedly wobbly. No hassle at all.

I made my way up to Queen Street. The ever-changing lighting prompted me to take three photographs as I hobbled up the hill to the bus stop.

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2Tue03 I caught a 40 bus back, cause I’d just missed the L9. Being early in the day still, the driver got me home to Winchester Street so quickly. With the now really-aching feet, I crossed the road and walked down to the Winwood Height Complex. (Sounds posh dunnit?)

I didn’t see a soul, worker or resident all the way down Chestnut Walk to the Woodthorpe Court. Not that this mattered, all I wanted now was a wee-wee. Got in the flat and Mo was sat in the foyer. We had a chinwag and laughed, and she picked a nibble from my bag.

2Tue03 When I got to the wet room, things had gotten into a pickle. I hadn’t managed to hold things in thoroughly. So after the belated wee-wee, a washing session and change of PP’s was needed. For once, I was not as embarrassed like I usually would be? Washed things and to the kitchen and did the Health Checks and medication taking.

Got some mushrooms in the saucepan, and the oven warming up for the bacon later.

Sister Jane rang, and we had a chinwag of an enjoyable nature. I can’t remember her telling me off about anything. Hahaha!

2Tue03 There was a break in the nattering session, cause I could not remember if I’d left the saucepan on high heat or not, and had to go and check. The pot was on a low light… but I’d left the tap running. I didn’t tell Jane. Hehe!

The drizzling began outside, and the sun took a rest. Compare this panoramic shot above of the one I made around 0700hrs this morning? The sun came out half an hour later again. Odd weather.


I caught up with the Facebook Photo Album updating.

1Mon30Got the nosh served up.

Wholemeal bacon cobs, mushrooms, gherkins, and little tomatoes.

A 9.5/10 Taste Rating.

Went to clean the pots up, and the view of the fiery looking sky was grand.

So, I took a regular frame and then three zoomed in ones across the skyline.


It looked as if somewhere in Nottingham was getting a bit of localised rain. (Pic 3).

Settled onto the recliner to watch a Die Hard 4 DVD film and… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Sun 28 Oct 2018: Wee-wees, Weevils, Washeteria duties, Watch & Clocks reset and Worryingly early Fatigue.


Walking down Winchester Hill last week – I saw the beauty of nature!

Sunday 28th October 2018

Maltese: Il-Ħadd 28 ta ‘Ottubru 2018

2345hrs: The body and mind activated in unison this morning. The need for a wee-wee was required. So, I parted company with the £300 second-hand rickety on-its-last-lags recliner.

WD0.60.0 As I stood up after dismounting the chair, some form of anaesthesia affected both ankles. I sort of kept my balance, but I don’t know how I did it. I wobbled and flailed a bit. Off to the wet room. Where insentience-ridden argle-bargle from the mind waffled on inside the brain, persistently for a couple of minutes. I learnt nothing from rampant fears, worries and mental inquisition whatsoever. The only thing I got from the confusing inner-prattlings, was a headache.

Washed and went to get the tea brewed, and do the Health Checks.


7Sun03By Jiminy, the Sys was high.

Took the medications. Then, set off on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol.

Back to the wet room, where I was pleased to see only five dead weevils!

The spare room had only three live ones, and five dead ones as far as I could see.

7Sun02The front room was the worst affected this morning.

They were all near the doors to the new unwanted light and view-blocking windows and balcony, which the carpenter left dirty scratched and bowed after fitting them. All the weevils were dead.

I went around the multitude of areas with holes and gaps in every room with the ‘Rentokil Bug Killer’ spray.

7Sun05Made another brew to replace the last one that went cold (this one went cold too!)

I took this photograph from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. I thought at the time, blimey, there’s a lot of traffic about for this time in the morning.

A niceish shot though.

Got the Saturday Diary finished off, not much in it, cause not much happened. I hate the weekends! I miss my little natters and chinwags.

Out-of-the-blue, I decided (Did you note that? Me, making a decision! Hehe!) to get the paraphernalia ready to take the washing down and cleaned.

7Sun13WD0.60.0 As I got down in the lobby, the electronic signboard indicated the time was 01:49 hrs.

My new-to-me, second-hand wristwatch, that I got from the charity shop for £2, told me it was 02:45hrs?

Ah… clocks back! So, I’ve lost another hour! Oh, no! I’ve made an hour! This might explain why I thought there was a lot of traffic in the picture taken earlier?

7Sun07aAs I was about to wipe the washer drum out before putting in the clothes…

WD0.60.0 I spotted this Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle, on the outside of the drum! And they try to tell me, (insinuating they are my fault) that I am the only one with the infestation! Humph!

I loaded the washer and started it going, and nipped outside to take some pictures of the morning. Then popped back into the washing-room and took two shots of the newly erected scaffolding.

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Back up to the apartment and changed the watch and all the clocks to the chronologically correctish time.

7Sun16Made the third mug of tea: hopefully, I’ll get to drink this one. (I didn’t, it also went cold)

Back down to move the laundry from the washer to dryer. Took out the washing and wiped the drum and door.

WD0.60.0 Opened the dryer door, to find that the filter was rather full, and it had overflowed into the drum. So cleared out the fluff from screen and drum and got the clothes in and spinning.

7Sun14I noticed on the way to the lift the sign for the Christmas nosh. Kind of them, but I will not be attending. There are only limited spaces, anyway.

The food will have traces of by beloved brussel sprouts, cranberry sauce and cakes. All now banned foods for me. Sprouts, cranberries barred due to the effect on the INR Warfarin Blood levels, and cakes, now a self-imposed ban, due to the weight of my short, belly-dominated, bald, bespectacled, hearing air wearing Warfarin filled body, shooting up. Sad innit?

The most substantial reason I have not to go to the celebration is, the ‘Bingo’!

WD0.60.0 When I got back up and into the kitchen, some Coccinellidae (Ladybugs – Ladybirds) one on the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window ledge, and one on the food counter. Oy Vey!


I set the timer to remind me of the washing. Carried on updating this blog.

Back down the last time for now to the machines. Emptied the dryer and folded the clothing. Cleaned the filter and drum. Wiped the sink area and picked up some fluff, that must have fallen out as I opened the machine. This action caused me no hassle from Hernia Harry, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis or Hippy Hilda! Great!

7Sun18Back up and put the togs away. Refilled the pod and freshener pot ready for the next visit.

Made a fourth, or is it a fifth, mug of tea. And… drank it before it went cold, most satisfyingly! While I got the morning’s picture uploaded and tweaked for this diary.

Got caught up to here with the blog. Then added some photos to the the Facebook album, and did some posts.

Made yet another mug of tea. (Determined to drink this one).

The fatigation and feebleness (CFS?) arrived so early in the day, even I found it hard to believe it was happening.

WD0.60.0 I was useless, drained and weary. Did nothing but sat there in the £300 second-hand recliners, making plans to get some sort of a meal prepared and nodding-off frequently. With the occasional trip for a wee-wee in between horrible dreams and some nibbling from the savoury biscuit box. No meal tonight, but I probably had sufficient nibbles anyway.

Terrible time. A mismash of nodding, waking, wee-weeing and worrying.

Yet, after I’d manage to nod-off properly for four hours, I awoke in fine-fettle? I hate weekends!

TTFN all.