Inchcock Today – Thur 23rd August 2018: Whoopsiedangleplops, Street Art, Great chinwags, Pavement Cyclists and the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles/weevils came out to play. Humph!


Thursday 23rd August 2018

Somalia: Khamiis 23-Kii Agoosto 2018

02:50hrs: My expergefaction was a slow one this morning, but still again a different person was dwelling and manipulating the grey-cell’s-box. The ailments were all being sensitive, physically I felt grand. (Apart from the real perception of warmth and wetness from the Fungal Lesion, that was bleeding again, Humph!) But the mind’s attitude was bitter and twisted. I sensed aberrant thoughts with no apparent cause for them. The brain was racing, full of jealousies, hatred for my limitations and situation… It was not a welcome sensation.

As I lay trying to gather together a means of freeing myself of the unwanted worries and aggressiveness, a bit of help arrived, that thankfully changed my attitude back to its usual confused, worried, harmless and none-aggressive pathetically gutless hestitationalistic mode.

WDP001c I went to press the control button to lower the £300 second-hand past-its-best recliner; I knocked over a bottle of spring water; the telephone charger, TV remote control, and a pen. The pen is still missing. (Found it later, when I trod on it!) Had a painful cleaning up session.

I got the Health Checks done first.


4Thu001a Took the medications and changed the batteries in the hearing aids.

I remembered not to take Dia-Limit, St Peters Wort, and vitamin D+ as I had been instructed. (Smug Mode Adopted, Hehe!)

Made a small mug of Assam tea and got on the computer to finish off yesterdays diary. (That doesn’t mean I stood on the computer. [Hehe!])

Getting the blog finished and posted off to WordPress, I decided to stop and get the ablutions done, being as the Morrison order is being delivered twixt 06:00 and 07:00 hrs. 

WDP001c While washing, I espied that I had accrued some brand new unexplained bruises. I was mystified as to what had caused them, I can’t recall banging myself last night? I must remember to put the details on to the Warfarin record.


4Thu03WDP001c Ten minutes or so later, many (minimum 20) Ironclad black biting mini-beetles/weevils came out to play. Humph! A strategic battle, this one I think, they did not launch their attack en-mass. Instead, they came from many seeming different entry points? This made me check all of the other rooms (both of them – it’s not  a big apartment. Haha!)

I only saw one or two in the kitchen and spare room and two in the hallway.

4Thu06While in the spare room, I took this picture on the left, at the end of Chestnut Walk and the tenants hired garages. I thought it came out a little eerie and artistical for me?

The rain was falling, big spots of droplets were on the window, but not many of them.

Back to the wet room and killed a few more of the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles/weevils. I got around to medicating and cleansing Little Inchies lesion.

Made a start on this diary.

The intercom rang out, the Morrison delivery. He rang back a few minutes later, saying the door had not opened?


I bought less foodstuff this week. Too overloaded with food at the moment.

WDP001c I wondered why I had ordered the lemon slices? Had I a plan in mind, or did I make another faux pa in ordering?

I went onto the WordPress reader and then the TFZer Facebook. For longer than I had time for as well, Naughty Gerry!

4Thu08Sorted the black bags for taking to the chute.

WDP001c Found some of the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles/weevils had been lurking in the waste bin. I got them out and tipped them in the bowl that had washing up liquid and bleach in it from earlier. They just swam out and down to the sink then into the plug hole before I could grab them?

4Thu09Got down hastily and out onto Chestnut Walk. Cyndy and another lady were in the lobby, and we had a laugh and mini-chinwag.

I noticed that even more car spaces had been dug up on the back verge.

With the risk so high for us old uns with having to use the road to walk in, due to the blocking of the footpaths, and hassle of the upgrading work; I wondered if they were making a graveyard for us? That’s kind of em. Hehehe!

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut. Chat with 4Thu10OBergruppenfurheress Julie, and out to the bus stop for some decent nattering sessions with other residents.

I saw the delightful Geordie gal walking towards us with a rather largish plant machinery vehicle coming up behind her.

You’ve got to be brave to live in these flats! Haha!

I got on the City Bound bus, a gal from Winchester Court got on and sat next to me, and we had a giggle and laugh en route.

4Thu11When we got on Kenrick Road on the way, the sky turned dark very quickly.

It continued to be like this for the rest of the morning, on and off.

I got in town, and straight to the hearing centre. The lady who greeted me… well I say greeted; She half looked at and listened to me while using her mobile phone. She was apparently an 4Thu12expert receptionist. Her semi-sneer and silent tut-tuts were of supreme quality. I got the batteries and was out of there as quickly as my short little legs would allow me to.

Then had a nice steady walk around town taking photographs of some hopefully, interest for the TFZers on my way.

Passing the old Co-op Theatre, I noted that the 4Thu13graffiti along the wall had been replaced with some new design. 

Not bad, I thought.

To the end on to Goosegate, Hockley.

It was a barren place, almost devoid of Nottinghamian customers for the businesses that were still open and trading to tempt in.

4Thu13aaWDP001c I called in the Caterers supply shop on Fletcher Gate. Hoping they would perhaps sell some effective beetle killer or similar. But no!

Up and over the hill and right down Low Pavement.

I didn’t have to struggle through any crowds on that street either. Lots of closed down retailers 4Thu14again.

Near St Peter’s Church, more Nottinghamian Street Art was found.

They can be a right uncouth and violent lot, mankind, can’t they?

4Thu15I limped along Wheeler Gate.

With its line of sixteen taxis waiting for trade in the form of customers.

As the sky once again darkened, I noticed how the old Pearl Insurance building almost shone against the clouds.

So, I whipped out the camera and took this shot. And adopted the Smug Mode when it came out nicely. Hehe!

4Thu16WDP001c Nearer to South Parade and the slab square with its Nottingham Beach, to take some photographs, even I was surprised at how dangerous this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist was riding. The uncaring Schmuck!

He rode quickly from behind between the man and woman with the pram and shot up Friar Lane, the nonce again onto the pavement. Grrr!

I walked along South Parade, close to Exchange Walk. I noticed things that got me thinking, like:


For some reason, this was the first time I’d seen the new public telephones installed. A very American style I thought? Of course, I’ve never been to America. Very smart looking.

The alcoholic and the beggar decorating the Council House steps.

The overweight chap, just coming out of the Wetherspoon pub and swaying about in his hired mobility scooter for free.

A shop that many years ago, my beloved girlfriend worked.

I was daydreaming and deep in thought so much, I nearly walked into one of the telephones. I am a Schmaltzy!

WDP001c I wandered around the back of the Council House and on to Long Row. Where more Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists were riding intimidatingly close to the pedestrians, possibly without even realising it. So many, I gave up snapping them, just took these two.


4Thu20Moved down to the Slab Square and the beach.

As you can see, not many folks about still.

There was a young girl in the air-balloon on the water ride. Naturally, I would not take a photo of her, well, I daren’t nowadays. But she was laughing and throwing herself around so much, it made me smile. No need for iPods to make kids happy is there?

4Thu21As I made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop, I thought I’d take a photograph of the display of Candy Floss in buckets – its the one I walked into last week and knocked over.

Coy Mode Adopted! Hehe!

Plenty of time before the bus was due in, so I ambled slowly up the hill, looking in the Reds True Barbeque eatery, a little like Oliver Twist might have, I imagine, nose to the window with the nose twitching.


Boy, the smells coming from that place were… making me more than peckish, rather ravenous would be a better description. The menu combined with the aroma… I’ll have to put eating there on my bucket list… when I make one. Humph!

4Thu22After forcing myself to resist and desist, I hobbled a few yards up the hill, to find this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art.

Very off-putting indeed.

I plodded to the bus stop, and a bloke from the flats was sat there.

I greeted him with, “Hello there, how are you going?” I was ignored totally. Maybe he didn’t hear me? When the bus arrived, I informed him that it was coming and stood back to allow him to get on. Still no communication from the lad. Ah, well!

4Thu23Back at the flats, I stood for ages having a natter with Cyndy, Ethel Bill (William on Sundays) and Frank. Then made my way towards the apartments. Noticing that a second graveyard was being built on Chestnut Walk. Hehehe!

Further down the road, I was overtaken by Pete on his way home, and he didn’t speak to me either?

4Thu24I made my way around the plant machine.

It was lifting the side sections of the replacement windows over from the road to the hoists so the lads could make use of them.

I got in the foyer and Mo, and another lady was sat there. We had a good long nattering session. I’ve enjoyed a few today, they always cheer me up. I asked her she’d used the new bag she bought at Skeggy last Monday yet.

While we were chatting, I remembered that I had a couple of photographs that I’d had printed for Mo. I nipped up and collected them and took them down for her.

Then up to the flat in the lift together, said our farewells and on up to my floor.

I realised when I got in, that I’d been to town and bought absolutely nothing, not even any food! The hearing aid batteries were free. Proud of Myself Mode Adopted!

WDP001c Got a letter from British Gas telling me about the price hack for next year starting next month?

Started to update this blog. Taken me ages with all the photos to sort out, and now it is already beyond my head-down time with lots of things to do yet.

WDP001c Stopped to do the Health Checks and medications, too late now to do the midday ones. Putz!

Got the potatoes in the oven, and turned off the computer. I can finish it in the morning. I hope!


The Nordic Style bacon with herbs, tasted oh, so great!

This was a nosh worthy of a Flavour Rating of 9.5/10. It would have been even higher, but the tomatoes were pretty tasteless.

Very late for me, I got the head down.

5Fri019I settled to watch an episode of the Heartbeat on TV.

This shop used in the programme always reminds me of a Co-op store I worked at in about 1963ish. The mind drifted back to those days when the first set of adverts came on. Amazingly I stayed awake for the entire show!

But being too late, plans for my watching the Interceptors were altered, when I drifted off to sleep.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 7th August 2018: Photos of Bulwell, Nottingham Slab Square, Beach and Winwood Heights’ dangerous Chestnut Walk!


Tuesday 7th August 2018

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 7 Awst 2018

0355hrs: I woke, wanting a wee-wee. Stupidly, I hung on for a while, as the brain rampaged through its now becoming regular routine, of fretting, worrying and self-criticism infested matutinal meanderings and then settled into its acceptance and expectancy of failure, and loser mode.

I struggled to get out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner this morning. The bruise on the left arm and the poor left middle toe (also bruised) continued giving me some bother as I did so. But, hey-ho, no Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald or Reflux Roger bother. The rumbling innards I could feel and sense as they started to brew-up grumbling and rumbling away.

I logged an item to do; Email Jane to find out when she might be in and not out galavanting on coastal visits, going to the Theatre so I can visit her.

Over the first ten-minutes of uprightness, I suffered two short-sharp painful wee-wees. I must see the quack about these.

Into the kitchen and did the Health Checks.


3Wed01After three decent looking Sys readings yesterday, it had gone down again. Took the medications with spring water. The stomach is getting a little more volatile.

Cooler again, like it was on Monday A.M.

I got the computer on and made a start on this blog. Concentration seemed to be a having some little dispersal and vagueness interfering moments this morning.

I checked the delivery time for the Iceland fodder coming, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs.

As soon as the tummy offered forth an almost earthquake-like rumble, I made for the Porcelain Throne and sat there reading the book, awaiting the explosion-like evacuation that all the indications told me was on the way. Oh, dearie me!

2Tue04I couldn’t understand why it took so long for the evacuation to get started.

Mainly, as when it did arrive, things were messy and soft?

Just glad I keep the book in there to have a perusal of. Hehehe!

I made a brew of 2Tue05Assam tea and returned to the computer.

This seemed to help calm down the brains wanderlust.

Got as far as here, and then I finalised the Monday post and got it posted off to WordPress.

Carried on updating this blog.

2Tue06The sky looked a bit dodgy through the abominably dirty main room windows.

I got the ablutions done and dressed ready to leave.

I took a recycling bag and washed empty gherkin jar down with me on the way out.

2Tue07Threw the bag down the waste chute.

Then I went down in lift number two. More lights had conked-out this morning.

It was a bit of an eerie ride down. Haha!

2Tue07aThe Willmott-Dixon crew were very busy again as I poddled to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers secondary breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen 2Tue07bfrom, and residents room.

The alcoholic lads were out with their extra-strong cans of lager.

The builders plant and delivering vehicles were everywhere. Somehow they cleverly timed it for the road to be free near the bus stop, just in time for the first bus to arrive. Smart stuff, I thought!

2Tue08Had some great natterings with some other tenants, and Warden’s Deana and Julie, we said…

Ah, I forgot, I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself. I’ll cross it off.

Gave them a nibble. Cyndy and three more tenants were in the shed. Penny was there, she had been on holiday to America. 

I must try to find a way and time to listen to her activities. Glad she sounded over the moon about going there. Lovely gals in there, this morning. Cyndy, Penny and the gal who’s name evades me, from Winchester Court.

We moved out to the bus stop.

2Tue08aOnly three of us old uns got on the City bound vehicle.

The sky kept going a little dark and then the sun would return.

I had no one to talk to, so I had a go at the crossword book on the journey into town.

When I got off in town, the space on the 2Tue09pavement near the church was occupied by a different Nottinghamian Street Sleeper today. But there were too many folk about for me to take his photograph.

As I got onto Milton Street and to catch a number 17 bus into Bulwell, I spotted a different druggie looking man, laying up against the closed down Pound World shop. A young spotty-faced girl joined him.

I had a little hobble around Bulwell.

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I went straight to the Farmfoods Store. Came out with some more black bags (Smaller ones), McCains gastro chips, potato fritters and Scottish Highland Shorties. (My current favourites!)

Walked through the market-place and over the road, crossing over the river Leen, and fed my beloved mallards and a few pigeons. These birds are not like the ones at Nottingham Arboretum, here sadly, they do not get on well with each other.

I caught a tram into town. What a ride it was too. Kids were screaming, not crying correctly, just creating a loud did that very loosely sounded like they are crying, the Nottinghamian passengers all looked depressed and ready for a fight, to me! B.O. and bad language, one bloke, spitting! Big young lad, I said nowt! Chicken!

Whoosie3W01 And when I was gladly getting off the tram, a student getting on, knocked into me, right on the bruise on my left arm. Humph!

I got in town to find the Nottingham Beach much better attended today.

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On Lister Gate near the Sweet Stall, I turned to go up the road… and;

Whoosie3W01 I walked into a stand full of popcorn tubs, and knocked it over! Oh no, it wasn’t, sorry. It was tubs of Candy Floss. Hehehe! I did feel a fool putting the barrels back on the sticks. Not that the female who was running it noticed anything, mind. A bloke took a photo of me (Possible fame in the offing? Haha!), and a lady saw me struggling to bend down to retrieve the pots and gave me a hand, bless her Cotton Socks!

2Tue12fI ambled a different route up to Upper Parliament Street, to try to avoid the embarrassment factor. Tsk!

Unfortunately, this diversion caused me to just miss the L9 bus. Klutz!

I decided to walk further down Queen Street to the number 40 bus stop.

2Tue12gAfter taking this photograph of Nottingham City Buses on the Upper Parliament Street junction.

I think that some of the TFZers might like to see so many different types together. Now I must remember to post it on their Facebook as well, later. I’m sure that I’ll remember, a man of my calibre and memory retention.

2Tue14When I got down to the bus stop, I observed some Nottingham Stree Art on the pavement, right next to a waste bin with a container for cigarettes too.

It looked like the nub-ends had been welded together?

Beats me! Haha!

2Tue15I got off the bus and carefully manoeuvered my way over the dangerous road and down Winchester Street to the top of Mapperley Rise.

The line of parked vehicles had reached right up to the top of the road now.

Believe or not, that the buses have to turn into and out of this junction, too!

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2Tue15hTook this snap of the Willmott-Dixon chaps grafting away on Winchester Court.

They are fast catching up with Woodthorpe Courts status, which the started first.

I didn’t see a soul to talk to, as I made my way up to the apartment.

Some chaps were working in the lift lobby of my floor. Wonder what they were doing? No mess, so they would not be plasterers of electricians.

Stripped off, well, down to the PPs and socks, to keep cool.

I noticed that they had removed the cellophane from the new unwanted bedroom window?

Did the Health Checks and medications.

I had a wee-wee, they were still coming in short-sharp-painful fashion. Humph!

Started to update this blog again.

Put the oven to warm up for doing the triple fried chips later on.

Made the first TFZ graphic in the next series. I’ll keep them in a file so I can post them all at the same time.

2Tue26Checked the Freeview programmes on tonight

Got the nosh served up.

The Boczeck was terrific, the chestnuts were too. The mini sausages, chips, and tomatoes not so good at all. The newly opened jar of gherkins… Eugh!

Best I could give for a Taste-Rating was 6/10. Hey-ho!

As for watching the TV, I managed about ten minutes before I drifted off into slumber. (And, very nice it was too. Hehe!)

Woke an hour or so later, the tummy rumbling and in need of at least a wee-wee. Forced my lumbering spherical body out of the £300 second-hand recliner, suffered a short-sharp-pain ridden wee-wee.

Whoosie3W01 I was a little tired and confused, but I think I saw many of the Fast moving, Iron-clad mini-biting-beetles milling around near the shower drain. By the time I had located the fly-spray and returned with it, I could not find any of the coleopteran invaders anywhere. Humph!

I got the pots washed, and returned to the recliner. Tried to drill it into my head to remember I have to go to the City Hospital in the morning for the Warfarin INR blood test. Having little confidence in my memorisational ability, I removed my body mass yet again from the chair, and wrote a note and left it hanging over the TV screen, to remind myself in the morning.

Whoosie3W01 I stubbed my left toes on the Ottoman, bent down to move it out of the way and caught the bruise on the left arm against the recliner corner.

In pain now, (What a Nayfish!).

As the mind was preparing to go off on its own accord, to delve into my failings, inadequacies, and fears… I nodded off!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 18th July 2018: Got a few Nottingham Beach show Photographicalisations


Wednesday 18th July 2018

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 18. Júlí 2018

3Wed022205hrs: Still awake after what seemed like hours… well it was hours actually; of trying to get to nod-off.

I lay there looking at the new growths, spots, and scars on the legs and feet.

Then noticed that the big toe was going under the toes on the right foot. Amazing, Sister Jane had this problem and had it treated a while back with an operation. Looks like I’ll have to do the same soon. This might be part of the reason for my losing my balance more often when walking?

Suddenly, I decided to get up and do the laundry straight away.

Got some clothes on, had a wee-wee, then got the gear sorted and off down to the laundry room. Incidentally, I found the missing for a month odd sock with the non-slip thingies on the soul. It had mysteriously appeared in the bag of dirty washing.

3Wed03The lift arrived and the door, at least I think it was the door, made a heck of a grinding noise when it opened. The din it made was so loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if it had woke someone up. WD50 needed there, I thought. It sounded like a screech come scream from an old horror movie.

The temperature a little lower than of recent, I spied this on the electronic noticeboard in the left lobby.

I got the laundry into the washer and started it on short-cycle. Then I nipped outside to take pictures.


I took the two above from just outside the lobby doors, and turned left to take some of Chestnut Way, but decided not to, and went back inside hastily.

For there was a gang of youths walking up the middle of the road towards me with cans of drinks in their hands, and they were somewhat verbal. I could not hear what they were saying, but the tone was sufficient for me to decide to withdraw from their vicinity.

WDPAb: Stubbing my wonky toe against the kerb as I retreated to relative safety. Tsk!

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.

WDPAb: Knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman and the lid came off. Cleaned it up, took a while to get back up off of the floor, refilled the capsule and freshener tub, and got on the computer. Made a start on updating yesterdays post. The half-hour soon passed by and I was down again to move the gear from washer to the dryer. Being startled once more by the noisy doors of the elevator as they opened again.

Had to clean the filter on the dryer, got the clothes in and going and cleaned the washing machine drum. Back to the flat again.

Got the Tuesday Diary finished, just in time to go down to collect the laundry.

I was ready for the lift doors to grate again, but they didn’t this time or at any time afterwards. Ghosts or Aliens? Haha!

3Wed04aCleaned the filter, got the togs out and folded.

Back up in the lift and into the flat.

Put the clobber away, and had a wee-wee.

I refilled a capsule and freshener pot to use next time.

Took the morning medications. Then did the Health Checks.


I got the Tuesday blog finished off and posted.

Made a start on this blog. The big toe was giving me some gip now, so I nipped into the wet room to put some Phorpain Gel on it. (Isn’t it a long way down to your big toe? Hehe!)

3Wed05Belinda’s Blotches were looking like they had calmed down again. Not itching so much today either.

I went on the WordPress Reader.

Then the comment section.

WDPAb: I nipped into the wet room to apply some cream to Belinda’s Blotches – Crikey! The place was 3Wed06being occupied by many of those rock-hard-mini-beetles again!

I’ve chatted with many other tenants these last weeks, and none of them seemed to have any problems with beetles of any sort in their homes.

Mind you, a few did mention that their bug-bear was spiders?

I went on CorelDraw for a while, then realised, I had to get the ablutions done if I was not to miss the bus.

All went well, but the shower water was not as hot as usual.

3Wed09I took the black bags and the recycling bag out with me when I departed, dropped the black ones down the chute. Although it was a bit of a struggle to get the waste into the opening, despite my purposely putting far less in each sack.

As I was hobbling along Chestnut Walk, I took this photographicalisation of Woodthorpe Court above me as I passed by.

3Wed10A little further along the Walk and I zoomed in for this one of Winchester Court; Catching the Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors who were working on the mini-hoists, putting the insulation up on the walls. I think.

I stopped a while, to ponder.

The whole sight was mayhem this morning. Cars and vans parked everywhere, deliveries 3Wed11coming in for the builders and faces looking strained and under pressure. I didn’t get a single acknowledgement to the many “Good Mornings” I threw out. Oh, dear! Not like the lads as a rule?

The giant roll of copper piping had been returned to the open no security spot on the grass verge. Unless it is a new one that’s been delivered.

I called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Obersturmbannführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed. Had a little natter with a few of the gals in there, then we all made out way outside and joined the lengthy queue of tenants at the bus stop.

When I got into town, I had a limp around the Nottingham Beach amusement area.


This year, the sand on the beach was apparently not from Skegness. I think it was the imitation crushed-sea-shells stuff, from France. Just an off-white colour and very fine, but hard to the touch.

I hobbled around, no problem there, I reckon there were only about twenty People in the area, and some of them were not Nottinghamians but showmen. On the free beach, there were only three adults and three children.

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I made a point of checking out the new ride, for Marie and Pattie who asked about it on the TFZer site. The two bored young assistants were probably wondering if they will ever get any interest shown. Hehe! The young lady running the kiddies vehicle roundabout was bored-stiff as well, she’d started cleaning the car wheels!


WDPAb: I made my way to the Pound World shop to get a Pork Farm Pork Pie; if they had any in stock (They didn’t). I came out £18 lighter.

Back up Chapel Bar and into the Market Slab Square via South Parade.

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3Wed17I think the street cleaner mobile that left the road and gave the poor chap a bit of a scare as it passed by him with about 6″ to spare is a Scarab Minor.

Diesel-powered, permanent clutch-free, single-pedal control. Custom Chassis with a tight turning circle. 69kph. Efficient sweeping and suction performance… And; It’s made in England! Oh, Yes! – However, it is owned by an independent construction group in France. Winning the World Cup, Helping the EU to crush the life out of Brexiting Britain and now, holding Scarabs that Scammell used to in days long gone. Vauxhall and Opel being sold to the company (The French Government owned) and have majority shares in Peugeot, Citroen, and Renault, for 2.2bn euros… You can get feeling low at times, you know! Hehehe!

3Wed20I made my way back to the bus terminus, feeling a little pessimistic, now.

Up Queen Street and looked down the hill to take this picture of the new style buses on the Blue Routes.

I caught a site in the viewer of the coffee shop in the same colour as the buses. Caffe Nero is part of Rome Pikco Group, a holding company 3Wed21that manages the chain’s presence in the UK, Turkey and the Gulf states. The company, which has 613 stores in the UK and Ireland, paid no corporation tax in the UK last year, despite ringing up profits of £25.5m. Sorry, but I’m in that sort of ‘Need to Moan’ mood at the moment.

I spotted on the waste bin on the kerbside, an advert for Summer In Nottingham entertainments. I thought the TFZers might be interested. If they are all as popular as the beach and amusements today, things might be looking a little bleak! Hahaha!

A lady who lives in the same block of flats as I, got on the bus. Another tenant got on at a later bus stop, but the vehicle soon got packed with passengers.

I was fighting to stay awake now, what with no sleep again last night. Bless him, the driver did his best to help, but despite his Demolition Derby style of driving, I drifted off as the bus started to go up Winchester Street. Thank heavens for the ladies who again woke me up, with a mocking, but not nasty laugh from them both. Bless them both! Hehe!

We three got to the flats, and Roy joined us as we entered the lift. How Roy does it at his age amazes me, but he got off of the bus behind us and caught us up!

We said our cheerios as each got out of the elevator. I got myself in the flat and wee-weeing with alacrity.

I got the bits away and decided to have a can of tomatoes with onion salt and a pack of pasta tomato and mushroom sauce mixed in with it, and the Oakpack “Naturally smoked Canadian Maple flavour American Style bacon”, with some Scottish Plain bread. The bacon is produced in Tipperary in Ireland. Owned by a Belgian company and sold to me by the German firm, Aldi, in Nottingham. I will cook the bacon in a Chinese made roasting tin. And the tomatoes in a Hong Kong saucepan. They will be eaten with Made in Hong Kong cutlery, on my Made in India plastic plate and my Made in Birmingham tray by the Yotosuma Corporation. Then take my Made in Germany, France and England medications. Internationalism at its best. Haha!

Plenty of banging and drilling noises from the Willmott-Dixon lads doing the cladding outside. Can’t be helped.

Went on Facebooking for a while.

Then, I got on with updating this diary.  Then did some more Facebooking.

I can smell the bacon now, so time to get the meal sorted methinks.


3Wed30That USA style bacon with a hint of Canadian Maple was delicious.

The Lidl tomato and mushroom sauce was not palatable, but I drank the juices.

Shame, an overall 5/10 taste rating.

Washed the pots and took the evening medications. Heres where I found out the NHS prescriptions come from:

  • Warfarin: WARF (Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation – America) and –arin from coumarin.
  • Pentoxfyline (Trental): made in Germany.
  • Simvastin: England and USA made.
  • Bisoprolol Fumarate: Made in USA, France, Italy, Germany and England.
  • Ramipril: Made everywhere.
  • Codiene Phosphate 30g: Made everywhere.
  • Peptac: Made in England, but not as affective as they claim for duodenal ulcers.
  • Corticosteroid Cream: Germany, Italy, France, Poland, America, Canada, Australia, Saudi Arabia, Netherlands, Sweden, Switzerland… etc.
  • Morphine sulphate 10g: America, England. Italy, Germany, Poland, Lithuania… man more.
  • Enoxaparin sodium 100g injection: Made in UK.
  • Furosemide diuretic: Everywhere (It’s cheap to produce?)

Internationalism at its best, again. Haha!

Did the Health Checks and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Kept nodding off and repeatedly waking for hours.

Decided to watch a Police Interceptor episode – fell asleep.

Inchcock Today – Friday 25th August 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop, memory blanks and odd food. A normal day, then!

Might be best to Tweet if found?

Friday 25th August 2017

Basque: Ostirala, Abuztuak 25, 2017

0230hrs: I woke up and had to clamber out of the £300 second-hand recliner with the greatest speed available to get to the porcelain and have a much-needed twinkle. Phew!

Ailments all seemed very kind to me this morning.

Made a drink of tea in the new tiny China cup, so as not to encourage the wee-wees so much.

Took the Health Checks and onto the scales: Sys 162, Dia 70, Pulse 70, Temp 35.6 (A bit high?) Weight 14.96 (At least no increase?)

Whoopsiedangleplop number one: To the computer with the tea and started to update yesterday’s post with the photographs and scriptures… I dropped the cup! Had a hell of a job getting down to soak and clean up the spillage, and an even harder job getting back up again afterwards! On the bright side, though, I didn’t get any tea on the computer or bang anywhere like the head in getting back up.

Back to the kitchen to take the cleaning stuff back and make another China cup of tea.

Back to the diary updating. This took me hours to get done, so many photographs taken you see?

The tea had gone well actually cold, so back to the kitchen again. This was when I realised how beautiful the scenery was now it’s getting lighter. Bootiful morning!

I had made some scribbled notes on the pad and was having difficulty in reading this word on the right that I’d scrawled.

Took the medications with the refreshed drink of tea.

I then consulted the Appointment Slip the kind lady at the Audio Clinic had given me yesterday, as she sneered at me and gossiped with her colleague on the reception desk.

Then I realised, I had not got the wristlet alarm on, and nipped into the wet room where I was sure I’d have left it, but no. A search of panic increasing magnitude ensued. After a while convinced, I must have lost it, and felt so annoyed at myself! I gave up the search and resigned myself to having to be humiliated and humbled by reporting it to Obergruppenfurheress Deana later, with the knowledge that a  £200 bill would be laid on me.

I walked back in the front room, and there it was in plain view on top of the printer! It was odd, feelings of kakorrhaphiophobic-ness and self-loathing at the same time. Humph!

As I was about to go into the wet room to get the ablutions tended to, the mobile rang. It was Sister Jane. Lovely to hear from her. Sad news about Fooey, the beloved cat, he’s not doing too well, and the end is expected any time now. She is going in to have her nasty toe seen to, the same day as I go in for the Hilda Hip to be looked at… I think, or not, it might be the grafting operation. I get confused easily you know. Haha!

Rushed the abluting, no time for a shower so had a quick stand up at the sink. Got down on the lift and outside, up to the bus stop and had few little chinwags and laughs with the crowd of tenants also waiting for the City or Bestwood L9 bus.

The City bus arrived first, and I mounted it with a few other residents. Chinwagged with Margaret, who had just got back from the Bulgarian holiday. Happy to see her again, and she so enjoyed it, shame she had to return.

As I took this photograph through the front of the bus windscreen, I have to admit that a Senior Moment/Whoopsiedangleplop developed. Not funny at the time, but it is now; I completely forgot why I was going to town on the bus!

What a lame brain dimwit!

Ponder and think as much as did, made no difference to the blankness within until I was nearly in town and it came back! I was going to get some Chestnuts because when I went the other day the shop was closed! Gorrit! Tsk!

Got off the bus on Hockley and I walked up to the Chinese store. Spent again too much. Got the chestnuts, brown rice and seaweed sticks, fried bean-curd nibbles and a packet of pork floss.

Up the hill and down into the City Centre.

Taking this photo en route to show on the TFZer site, of another of the hidden shops in Nottingham, up alleyways etc. A Tattooist business.

IT was far busier the nearer I got to the centre of town. I called into the clothes shop and had a perusal around, but did not get anything.

Out and to the Nottingham Beach and amusements.

There was plenty of folks around this beautiful morning.

I nearly took a different route to the bus stop, that would have meant my proceeding down this road in the picture on the right.

Too risky that! So I went back and took the long way to Queen Street and the bus stop for the L9.

I passed this new piece of Nottingham Street Art on the way

I was not impressed at all but could see that the Council had sold advertising space on the base of the monstrosity, and all became clear to me. A councillor either owned or had shares in the company, or had taken a corrupting gift. Haha! It was truly horrible to look at, for me anyway. Art? Phwert!

A new Nottingham bus was spotted. These are ones that run of animal-pooh and not diesel.

Caught the bus and was soon back a the flats. And rushing as fast as I could to get in and have a wee-wee, no signs of any Porcelain Throne activity today? Mmm!

Got the meal in the oven. Health Checks were done: Sys 158, Dia 62, Pulse 96, Temp 34.9 and caught up with updating this diary.

The ready meal was called: Monterey Jack & Smokey bacon loaded Fries. I added lots of shredded strong cheddar cheese on top, and after it had cooked, mini tomatoes and three little soy boiled potatoes.

Lemon Curd yoghourt and a banana to follow. Rated at 9.4/10.

Worn out after eating and enjoying this feast.

TV on and an hour or so of nodding offs and I got to sleep properly.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 23rd Aug 2016: Busy day, ups and downs – Olive a bit better!


Tuesday 23rd August

Stirred around 0525hrs; Struggled urgently out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRWW and WRHD session. A bit painful and bloodied during and afterwards, Tsk! I cleaned myself up and started fretting way again. Hoping Olive would be alright with her visit to the Queens Medical Centre for her blood change? Will Deana have any good news from British Gas about the bill? (Not a lot of hope, more a prayer really!), then got some new pains stabbing at me under the left arm ribcage. Humph!

Made a drink and took the medications. Washed the pots in between several WRWWs.

Laptop on, some nice emails of support received. Finished the Monday post, then started this one going. Cross fingered I tried out Facebooking.

01bWent well for a while.

Spilled some of the contents of the pan of minted garden peas on the kitchen floor… used the new spinning mop to rectify the ensuing mess.

Popped over to see Olive, but she’d already gone out.

0910hr: Returned and did the 01cablutions, then to the Community Hut to see Deana.

All locked up, so, back to the foyer and a chinwag with some tenants, then out to the bus stop and we caught the L9 into town.

Had a nice conversation with a lady tenant on the way. She even helped me with the crossword bless her.

01dIn town, I walked down and through the Nottingham beach.

Glad to report this was being used a lot more today – the rides and food stalls (As opposed to the beach which was free!) were not being used much at all.

I arrived at the Tram Stop on South Parade opposite the slab square. Swiped my bus-pass and waited amongst the obviously experienced 01epassengers, who were already juggling with each other to gain the optimum position to scramble onto the tram, in the hopes of finding a seat free and knocking the likes of me out of the way.

Which they did with great aplomb when the tram did arrive.

Luckily for me, I only had to stand for 01habout four stops, before we arrived at the Asda Store.

By the time I’d trudged down the winding steps to the store’s car park, I had needed a rest, so stood opposite a big black SUV with a well-built swarthy youth was sat in the driver’s seat.

As a genuinely disabled lady arrived in, to park parallel next to him, for some reason he hit the gas and belted backwards running into the woman’s car with the rear of his, and shot off at great speed. The poor lady was a bit nervous and upset. I went to her to see she was okay. I was joined with seconds by several other shoppers who had seen the incident, on lady had taken the index number, and tended to the woman.

Into the store to search for one of the Nordic Bacon blocks with seasoning like I got the other week from there, they had just two packs left, so I bought them both.

Got some fresh garden peas, and apples too.

I met BJ in the shop, he was looking good and in fine form.

When I came out, a policeman was talking to the lady, I asked her how she felt, she’d recovered well from the shock. I informed the officer of the description of the geezer driving the car, and that he did not have a disabled card on show in his window.

I walked to the front of the store (More hobbled really) to avoid the steps back up, and caught a tram into town. The weather had turned sweltering, and the masses on the tram were joined by another ten or so sweating, irritable parents with their sweating grumpy kids.

I was lucky I reckon, to get off the bus uninjured!

But lucky, that an L9 bus was due out just as I arrived at the stop.

Even the L9 bus was crowded by the time we’d gone two bus stops further on. When we arrived at the flats, I had a job to get free with the lady next to me decided not to get up, but just twisted her healthily and plump legs around to leave me about four inches twixt her ample knees and the luggage rack tp squeeze through.

Battered and bruised I escaped into the daylight. Hehehe!

Up to the twelfth floor and called at Olive’s, too early, though, she wasn’t back yet.

To the flat and a WRWW, kettle on and took the late midday medications. Realised I’d not finished cleaning the Crock-Pot porcelain dish, so I did.

No email from Deana about the British Gas situation yet, so I walked down to the community hut, no one in. Back to number 72 and made another cuppa and got the laptop on to update this.

01fThe day had turned out a hot one; indeed, the wind dropped, yet as I took a photographicalisation of the gravel footpath outside that led up to the Woodthorpe Grange Park next to my favourite copse, no sign of human life was espied!

Perhaps they were at the Nottingham Beach by now?

Checked the emails to see if Deana had any news, nowt in the inbox yet.

Then disaster! The laptop screen went blue with a complicated message telling me I had a virus and was to ring a given number immediately! This was not from McAfee and looked like a con-job – but the laptop would not let me escape or close or do anything – the warning remained on screen!

Force closed the laptop – waited and rebooted and the when I restarted the Warning Screen, and Google opened immediately again! Panicking now, I force closed again and left it for half an hour and tried again – the whole system was slow, but it seems whatever it was causing me the hassle had gone.


Went to see Olive at her flat. She looked terribly tired yet was in good spirits, bless her brave, beautiful soul. I found out she was to go back in later, what she thought was pain from her hips, was something to do with her backbone, and they were to investigate. The blood transfusions should make her feel a bit better in 4-5 days.

She told me some stories from the War years and her childhood that fascinated me. I made a fuss and took my leave as soon as I saw her eyelids drooping, gave her a big kiss and cuddle and departed, feeling better in myself knowing she’d come through okay.

Back to number 72. Checked the emails and found one from Deana with a copy of the last email she’s sent to British Gas;

I received an email from Grace Winearls regarding a complaint I made on behalf of Mr Timothy Gerald Chambers 72 Woodthorpe court, Chestnut Walk , Sherwood, Nottingham, NG5 4DZ stating that she couldn’t speak to me has they had no permission from the account holder and if I wanted to call when the account holder is with me then you could add me to the account , every time I call British Gas Mr Timothy Chambers always gives permission for me to speak on his behalf and I’m sure if you checked the account you would see that I have spoken to your customer service team on numerous occasions for Mr Chambers , Mr Chambers is very hard of hearing and struggles hearing what is being said and what he is being asked hence why I do the phone calls for him , I have further reasons to now make another complaint  I AGAIN made a phone call to customer service on the 10th August 2016 and spoke to Ricmondo. Mr Chambers has again had another letter asking for £250.32 for account number 08467, Mr Chambers pays direct debit £58 a month for account number 0695 and has done since 14/12/15 . After being on hold by Ricmondo on and off for 55 minutes I was told that Mr Chambers would receive no further letters demanding money or sending in the debit agencies until someone had been to look at the meter I asked for a letter stating this for Mr Chambers peace of mind and a letter to tell Mr Chambers when the inspection of the meter would take place I was told yes to both neither have happened, and again Mr Chambers has received a letter asking him for £250.32  , I rang British gas yesterday and spoke to a man on customer service I asked to be put through to the complaint department he told me he couldn’t and I had to speak to him I explained I was fed up having a three way conversation with customer service and whoever they were supposed to be speaking to  and I wanted to speak to someone in the complaints department , I was put on hold for 10 minutes has I now time all calls made to British gas he came back and said that there wasn’t a complaints department, I asked why it states on the bill  if you’re not happy with anything contact the customer complaints team , I find the customer service team very unhelpful every person I have spoken to have been unable to resolve this problem , Mr Chambers has also been on the trust pilot website and stated his problems British Gas wrote on his review they would contact him he has yet to hear from them . how much longer is this going to go on ? what more can myself or Mr Chambers do to get British Gas to resolve this problem ? I will send a copy of this letter to the complaints review service has I feel this matter has not been dealt with in an efficient way Mr Chambers and myself have been constantly fobbed off with this issue.

Yours sincerely

Deana Walker – Independent Living Coordinator

Then later, I got an email from BG about this fictitious account!


How can I have two different numbered accounts and only have one meter?

I am getting pissed off with this now, the worry of their threat to send an actioned warrant team and Debt Recovery Agents is not fair, not surprising my ulcer is starting up again! Humph! Thye tell me I might lose my credit rating, and they might send a team to remove the non-existent meter and replace it with a ‘Card Prepayment one’ and they can legally force entry to do so, too?

I am confused, worried and frustrated now, more than ever. I’ll mention the idea of us talking to Nottingham MP Christopher Leslie, perhaps?

MC01Got the nosh on.

Rather overdid it a tad I think with the amount, but, feeling so depressed, I just wasn’t bothered at the time.

Thank heavens that Olive was getting through the day, cheered me up a bit.

Put the gogglebox on and sat like Little Lord Pontelroy with the tray on my knee.

Couldn’t concentrate on the TV, and sleep avoided me like the plague!

Inchcock Today: Fri 19 Aug 16 Continued: Hassle from British Gas, Virgin Media, Facebook and the Ulcer!




Friday 19th August 2016 (Continued)

Well, more bother when I posted the previous diary, couldn’t get back to do any editing, got the message: tgc6266 terminated the connection?

Not feeling bright at all now, frustration adding to the ailments. Tsk!

01d01eI tried working on Facebook to see it 01fthat had been affected by whatever had affected WordPress. Same problems: WordPress was slow, cutting out, freezing, etc. finally not responsive.  Facebook would not load!

So I reckon it is either the laptop or internet causing the hassle?

I realised it was the Virgin Internet causing the problems when I spotted the two top light not lit on the module thingamajig. (Left)

Turned it off and on a few times, tried pressing the reset button without any luck.

Decided to go to town and call at the Virgin Media store and get some help. For anyone already signed up with Virgin Media Internet, they will know what I mean when I say it is impossible to get any help from their stores.

01gDid the ablutions and I was all refreshed. I nipped out to visit Olive, who was not available?

Got to the bus stop, and an L8 was parked up, with a 92-year old fellow tenant, Norman getting on it.

A couple of tenants waiting for the L9 bus to Arnold supplied me with some gossip to listen to. Bless em!

01hThe rain continued to fall, and the Chestnut trees looked beautiful and were giving off a sweet aroma?

The bus arrived, and I was soon on the journey to Nottingham City Centre.

I got the crossword puzzle book out, but it had got wet in the bag while I was waiting for the bus to arrive.

01iThe driver was unconcerned with the wet weather, and we were soon pulling up in Nottingham, within 30 minutes.

A record that I think.

The brollies were out and were used in abundance.

I made my way to the bank to get some 01j20p pieces to use in the laundry room back at the flats.

Took this photo of Nottingham Beach as I passed.

The rain had taken a heavy toll on the amusement rides as well as the beach.


09Then I walked towards St Peter’s church and walked back up Wheeler Gate, back into the slab square.

The persistent rain gave the place a feeling of nostalgia somehow?

Then, back into the slab square.

Where a few people were around, but one on the beach again, some brave Nottinghamians risked the rides, though.

10Nobody seemed to be smiling or happy.

I called into the Pound World shop and got some choccies and a pork pie.

I hobbled around the back of the Council House, passing some shoplifters being removed from the ladies fashion store, and to the Virgin Media store to get some help with the lack of internet from them. Blind faith and Futility comes to mind!

10bI entered the store, shaking my brolly as I did, and no customers in the shop.

Eventually, one of the three unshaven assistants approached me with a monotone: “Good morning, can I be of use?”

I informed him of my hearing difficulties, that I had two questions for him, and explained about their connection going down so they could update their mobile phone system, and the Virgin Internet had come back in patches and had now stopped altogether. I handed him the paperwork with all the details on it. He perused it, then I asked if my package was with unlimited broadband… a few minutes later he said he could not find any details on his computer?

He consulted with the tattooed assistant, who told me, via the first unshaven one, that it should be?

I showed him the photo of the router box lights. He showed it to Tattoo, who whispered something in his ear-hole.

He then told me to phone 151 from my landline, and they would help sort it. I pointed out again my hearing problems, and he just repeated himself?

I left none the wiser.

I strolled in the rain to the L9 bus-stop and caught one back to the apartments. Who should get on at the next stop but Norman, I love listening to his tales. Made the trip a pleasure. He’s been to exchange a Record player with CD and radio combined. I told him I’d take the LP’s I’d got so he could see if he fancied any of them.

Dropped off at the flats, and left Norman chatting at the bus stop with Frank. Went up and called at Olive’s flat, not in yet, though.

Back to the apartment, WRWW, made a cuppa took the midday medications and investigated the Virgin Media box, now with all the lights on? Bemused, baffled and bamboozled at what to do with the internet box – I turned if off and on again, and the thing worked? The connection was still mega slow, mind.

Nipped to see Olive, who was not very well again, so I soon left her to get her head down, a little kiss and promising to call and see her in the morning.

Hello, the rains stopped!

Back to the laptop (Still running slow) and got this started off, then tried Facebooking again, crossed fingers here… No, let’s me do a bit then losing connection? Humph!

BR10Well well, well…

Another demand from British Gas for payment for the non-existent meter!

This is doing my health no good at all you know! 

Again they send it at the weekend so I have to wait and worry before I can see Warden Deana Walker for help again!

P1110612Updated the TP (TrustPilot) report.

Then got the food cooking. Appetising Crock-pot vegetables, the pork loin and some chips that were amazingly tasty!

Then I received yet another phone call from British Gas again. Wanting to talk to me about the Red Demands for payment of the non-existent meter they say I have!Deana told me not to talk to them at all. So I told the caller to contact Deana, telling him I have given her number to him on at least five occasions in the last month. He ‘told me’ to tell her to ring them – I refused. Repeating that she is my sole agent in this matter, and she must be contacted so we do not any more confused than British Gas has already made us, over this farcical threatening incorrect demand!

Now I sat there, dinner getting cold, feeling depressed as I fretted about the internet connection, Olive’s health, the laptop playing up and the now bleeding Little Inchy again, on the not working once more £300 second-hand recliner chair, and how to get out of it to throw away my festering fodder… Fed-up!

The ulcer started kicking off, took some Peptac, not that if does much to relieve the pain. It also ruined the chances of my getting to sleep later, that combined with the worrying… I feel terrible now.

Sat 1 August 2015: Inchcock Today: Hoping for a better day…

Saturday 1st July 2015


Last night just before the rain came

00435hrs: Sprang awake, yet again to the tune of the fridge freezer clanking and whining away. It has acquired a new beat this morning, a sort of: Whine clunk shudder whine clunk bang – Whee…

WC’d. Much blood from ‘Little Inchy’ – another pyjama bottoms for the laundry. Worried about this, and feel a right fool for forgetting to mention it to Dr Vindla ye.

Last night I took this photo above, thought there might be a fire in the distance? Can see no reports of one on the net.

Thinking back to yesterdays dilemmas and Whoopsiedangleplops, I don’t know how I got through them all.

Certainly praying for a better day today.

I wish I could remember the dreams I had despite waking up every half hour or so throughout the night. All I know is they were not good. And, something I have never done before – during one of the waking periods I raided the ‘whine, whee, clunk shuddering’ fridge?

Laptop on, made a cuppa and took me medications, doubling up on the Omepazole and antacid medicine. Hope the ulcer calms down a bit today and the arthritis gives me hands and fingers a rest too. I think that might have been how I left the tap on, seem to recall having Arthur visit me when I was in the bathroom? Maybe not.

Hope to get to town later! Only four buses on a Saturday, every two hours, first one at 1027hrs.

I want to get a potato masher – it’s hard to do them when Arthur Itis visits the fingers. Also must draw the money ready for when the cowboy contractor from Allied Con-Artists Carpets come on the 11th. Hopefully I can get some photo’s of ‘Bling’ for the TFZ site, and of the Nottingham Beach if the weather’s okay.

IMG_0060Just checked to make sure I’ve got the bus-pass and bank card in me pocket ready.

I noticed this morning how grungy it is in the mini-hallway.

I know there are no carpets down yet, but even so it looks very dim.

Perhaps a brighter bulb might help?

I went to have a look at what type of bulb I’ll need, and found two letters in the box.

From the Nottingham City Homes people:

We recently made a visit to your home to complete a repair but we were unable to complete the work. (Inchy comment: Same when they came to do the window and condemned it, the heater and condemned it, the cupboard under the sink).

A further appointment has been arranged with you to complete the work.

Details of the work ordered together with confirmation of the appointment date when the work will be carried out are listed below.

Description: Ex by 322 – Ab3 Joiner Req to Randr small base unit And bloc

Appointment date: 10th August 2015 0800 – 1200.


An appointment has been made for us to visit your home to carry put the following:

Description: (Ex) 3206 – Renew Wall Mounted Fan Heater

Appointment date: Thu 6th August – 1200 > 1630hrs

Works order ref: 00032206974/01.

I made sure the details were on me Google diary.

WC’d and had to clean up Little Inch again.

Caught the first bus into town at 1030.


A few folk on the Nottingham Beach in the City Centre Slab Square this morning

Poddled down into town over slab square and down to the bank.

Got the con-mens money to pay fer the carpet fitter and some 20p’s for the washing machines.

Walked down to Broad Marsh shopping centre and the 99p store.

Got some oven trays, small bowl, containers and disinfectant then IMG_0005hobbled back up into town and got some bread.

Really tired now, incredibly so.

Got to the bust stop early to catch the last bus back to the flats using me pensioners free bus-pass of course.

Fell asleep on the bus a few times.

Got in and put me things away, or rather into the storage bags to sort eventually.

IMG_0009Got in and made me nosh – the sausages contained: Rehydrated textured soya protein 62%, red onion 20%, water, red onion powder, kibbled red onion, salt, sugar, yeast extract, rosemary, sunflower oil, white pepper, ginger, rapeseed oil, methyl cellulose. Yes, they were vegetarian ones.

They taste nice. As indeed the baked beans, bread thins, pickled eggs and beetroot did.

Did the washing up, made a cuppa and took me medications and faded fast.

Soon got me head down well worn-out.


Nearly took me medications! Tsk!

Woke up at 9 o’clock – amazed that I’d slept in for so long – eleven hours?

WC’d. Cleared the bedding, laptop on, kettle on, had a wash and did me teggies… then realised it was 2118hrs… I’d only been kipping for an hour!

And I very nearly took me morning medications as well! Tsk!

Oh I did feel a fool!

I had a peep at the paperwork I’d brought to IMG_0002sort from the old place and the first thing I took put of the bag was an ancient ntl Cable Guide book.

I don’t remember buying any of these when I had a television – and it must have been when I conscripted to cable TV, I know I canclled it within a week cause the reception was horrible.

It advertised a new channel E4 on the cover of the magazine.

IMG_0001At least now I know when I last had a telly – 2001!

So I set too finishing this ‘ere diary, the doing some Facebooking and graphicalisationing.

Had another search for me hearing-aids – they must be somewhere surely to heaven?