Inchock’s 4th Escape from the lockdown – to town! Pictorially presented!

Inchock’s 4th Escape from the lockdown – to town!

This woz rote by Inchy’s alter ego – Hehehe!

The following, pictorials and odes, were created in support of the Depressed Nottinghamian At-Risk High-Rise Flat-Dwelling Prisoners Support Group. Donations gladly accepted.

Having made his escape bid plans again. He clandestinely crept to the lifts, falling over his three-wheeked walker-Guide, waited for the regulation Winwood Heights twenty minutes for a lift, and got down in time to miss the bus.

He waited patiently, for the next bus, but this proved something of a benefit for the old git. Not many folks about, but he still managed to corner one poor chap, and hastened to bore him to death verbally! The man wisely moved away.

And Inchcock, being instantly bored himself now, went into one his Sherlock Holmesian modes. Someone had been blowing their nose in the bus shelter, and stuffing the tissue under the seating?

He caught the bus and got out his crossword puzzles, but the driver, obviously a stock-car racing fan, nearly had Inchy out if his seat a few times en route to Nottingham City centre. Trying to hold onto his three wheeler, took some effort.

The old chap went itn the Pondland shop on Lower Parliament Street, and despite his painful and feet, enjoyed his hobble around the store, coming out with many items he didn’t need or want, Tsk!

He got to the checkout, and got himself in a right pickle and state of embarrassment at the self-serve checkout! The lady monitoring the tills, was greatly unimpressed with his continual dropping of things and farting about trying to retrieve them.

But did not offer to help, although she shared some sneerings, of hate, derision, scornfulness and causticness with him. He came out redfaced and £20 lighter. And took these three shots of the Milton Street junction.

Where he went into the Bargain Shop. A terrible experience! No one talking, empty shelves etc. But, he still spent over £21, mostly on Christmas treats for his family of friend in Woodthorpe Court.

He was struggling now, the three-wheeler trolley-bag full, and three carrier bags hanging on the handles, would make progress awkward for him. At least he remembered to but sone of the dar clothing cleaner. He set off on a limp towards the Slab Square.

On his hobble along Milton Street to Upper Parliament Street, he noticed the Nottionghamian pedestrians crossing the road against the lights again, but this is a usual, regular occurrence. He adjusted thos spectacles.

Which was a mistake, as he turned onto Upper Parliament Street, the old fart of a fool unthinkingly took the spectacles off to clean them.

They got caught in the facemask!

He crossed over the road, and down King Street. Near the bus stops, a chap dressed like the Beatles used to, with plaited hair hanging below his shoulders, stopped him and asked for ‘a couple of quid for a coffee’. As he eyed up the bags!

Inchy just said, ‘No!’ and carried in hobbling down the hill, turning to keep an aye on the youth as he did, to make sure he wasn’t following. Getting to the Slab Square, Inchy gor out his camera for a snapping away session.

He saw the little crowd and paparazzi outside the Council House steps, he went back into Sherlock Holmesian mode, and took a close up[ phot of whoever was on the steps. This person came by. Inchy got a decent shot of his/her head.

Inch repositioned himelf a bit closer, and waited for the right moment to get a view of what was going on. Nice zoomed-in photo for once. Asssumed to be the Sheriffess or Mayoress of Nottingham? Again, not single Policeman in sight today.

The tatterdemalion, dour, malagrugrous, weary, tellurian, dangerous populace of Nottingham, were showing a bit of itnerest, at least. Not many of them had face-masks on, but it isn’t law yet to wear them outsdoors yet, methinks.

The lad poddled his way wit hdifficulty up Queen Street to get to his bus stop, and caught a number 40 back home, to his never-restfull, beloved, always something to worry about, four years being upgraded and not finished yet, Winwood Heights.

He was the only passenger when the bus moved off from the terminus. Pondering on should he get out the crossword or not; one look at the mass of bags on the trolley, and the book being at the bottom, he decided against it!

The first passenger to get on the bus, was Face-Maskless.

The second one, had his mask under his chin.

A lady got on, and she had no mask on!

As the chin-mask wearing man got up tp get off, he gave Inchy a cautionary scowl, that was a bit threatening. As the bus progressed along St Anns Well Road, it passed the Health Centre where Inchy has to go for his bladder-scan.

This is St. Anns Valley Centre, 2 Livingstone Road, Nottingham NG3 3GG.

Events over his last two visits there, do not proffer the least bit of encouragement or confidence in Inchy.

The record, as Inchy explains:

  • February: Went to get the feet done, and they said come back later, we’ll have to lool at your health record.
  • March: They refused to do my feet, cause the Warfarin level was too high..
  • July: They refused to tend to my feet, because I’d just had the stroke.
  • August: Refused again, cause of my having been diagnosed with diabetes.
  • September: The did cut my nails, but said they will not be able to so in future. I have to go private in future.

Poor old sod!

He arrived back at his Woodthorpe Court, along with the mysterious wonders of, the Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations and Kehuas. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus out of, and the pants off of the old energumenist, Inchcock’.

Thank you.

Inchcock’s Third Escape from the Lock-Down, to Nottingham. Photographically recorded!

Inchcock’s Third brave but stupid, Escape from the Lock-Down

We understand, that the Nottingham City Council Security, the Police, and the newly-formed Boy Scouts Woggle-Anti-Lock-Down-Escapers-Retrieval-Team are after him, again!

He arrived at Upper Parliament Street, where he spied and ogled some Nottinghamian ladies, on his way into the Poundland Store, had a Dizzy Dennis visit, and came out with more unwanted goods, such as Zoflora disinfectants, Carnation milk pots, Cooked beef misshapes, and 3×8 bags of his destroyers-to his diet, Frazzles!

He paid the lady, who helped him when he had his funny-turn and dropped his money on the floor, thanked her and made his way to the Bargain Shop on Milton Street. Observing a pair of fine legs-displaying young Nottinghamiam lady, crossing the road against the cross-walk lights. He forgave her we understand.

He patiently waited for some fine bottom-shaped, Nottinghamian Mothers to get there ankle-snappers locked securely in the pushchair, then entered the store. Hoping they would have some of the Pakistani made potato cakes, and lemon air-spray in stock. They didn’t. But the old fool felt so guilty at the thought of not buying anything, he bought a pack of four-mini oven trays, for £1.99, and left to walk through Trinity Square, up the incline, so as to take some pictures of Trinity Walk, but got yet another visit from Dizzy Dennis, and hobbled down to Upper Parliament Street.

The first of the Pavement Cyclist he saw on the short hobble, all-but ran into him. He claims to have called out, “You silly boy!” and waved at him.

Investigations are underway to find out what he actually shouted!

He limped down Queen Street to Nottingham’s Slab Square.

His near-miss at being run into again by another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, (he says) drew a slightly more forceful response. The old grumpy claimed he said “Tsk! You rascal!”

He walked across to South Parade, where he took a shot of the side of the Council House. Not many folks there, so he turned back and took one of the Square.

He hobbled down Arcade Walk. Amused at how the Nottinghamians were totally ignoring the signs written on the paving stone, to keep to the left.

St Peter’s Square; and the silence was overbearing.

He says he felt like a disaster was about to take place, as he avoided another of the many Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists.

He told our reporter, that he wanted after over a year and a half, to go into the M&S Foodhall, to get some treats from there ready-made meal section for himself. Shame that. He could not gain entry with his walker to any door but one, all the others have stairs or step that needed tackling to get in. So, after a long painful hobble around he found the doorway, and for his bother, got walked into by two rather large ladies coming out. He could not tell what they said to him, but the words were accompanied by some well-used, superior class sneers and curled lips.

Then he had to walk for what seemed miles, to get to the lift down to the Food Hall. Luckily, there was no one wanting to use the lift, which pleased him, but felt odd, the place used to be very busy all of the day? When he got down, it was a very sad sight! The Coronavirus has had a shocking impact, for M&S. Fridges were curtained off and not in use at all! The usually well-stocked shelves looked bare, by comparison now. 

The fool paid £2 for a tiny bag of small potatoes, £1 for a mini tray of basic mushrooms, £2 for small-box of Frites, and £2.50 for four minuscule potato-rostis!

He got to the checkout and had another Dennis Dizzy visit, and Stuttering Stephanie hit him. He claims he was overcharged, but who knows, in the state he was in, owt could have happened.

The poor old senile nincompoop struggled to get up the lift and out of the one door he could use, and onto Lister Gate again.

Back wearily up Exchange Walk, with his famously-reliable EQ, telling him that hassle of some sort was on the way. Which didn’t take long to arrive!

He took a zoomed-in shot with his little Canon camera towards King Street, as a Pavement Cyclist zoomed by his, and he felt the draught the speeding idiot made!

Another Pavement Cyclist came into view.

Then another one, too!

This one came close to hitting the old codge, he came from the rear. Inchcok refused to tell me what actual words he shouted at this Pavement Cyclist.

This particular Pavement Cyclist gave our Nottinghamian pensioner a few looks!

The old scrote carried on his way up to the bus stop, and a final Pavement Cyclist belted by him. He claims he was tired, pee’d off and Dizzy Dennis was visiting him again at this stage. There might be something in what he says cause he can’t remember the bus ride back to Winwood Court!

He says he didn’t see a single policeman all day!

The can recall getting off of the bus though, he cracked his ulcered ankle on the trolley-walkers right-hand back wheel!

This was written and potomagraphed, under great stress. Just thought I’d mention it!

The tale in bad rhyme, of Inchies Escape from isolation, to Nottingham City Centre!

Monday, 7th September 2020, Inchcock escapes from captivity and cunningly flees his Woodthorpe Court. To investigate the Coronavirus affects in the City Centre, buy stuff he doesn’t need, cripple his poor feet, and a failed search for a chinwag!

Plans were laid,

For his escapade,

The Escape bid was made,

He was feeling fraught and afraid!

Arriving on Upper Parliament Street,

Alighted the bus, hobbles to Poundland,

Already pains from Relux Roger and his feet,

He spent on superfluous stuff, like crabmeat,

Then to the Bargain shop, wishing he could find a seat!

He bought three things, none of them needed,

His enthusiasm for his escape, now, receeded,

Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, succeeded,

His finances, he had further bleeded!

He hobbled along Milton Street then,

Down Clumber Street, he was saddened, when,

He saw the closed shop, there were over ten,

Including his camera shop, he nearly cried then!

Sadly, he made his way to the end,

Feeling lonely and down a bit,

What Coronavirus has created, can we mend?

Oh, dear, a penny he needed to spend!

The urge he had to suspend!

To the corner of Long Row, he did wend!

A photo of Pelham Street he did take,

Then one a shot backwards up Clinton he did make,

Long Row, too, where he took some more,

Off towards his bus stop in the Slab Square,

Paramedics, Security Guards, were there,

The people looked so full of despair!

The rain came down, he took shelter from it,

Under the shop eaves, but it didn’t last long,

He took this photo, he quite liked the resulting effect,

His bladder was full, to the bus stop direct!

En route, Slab Square was photographed,

He tripped on the wheeled trolley walker,

He even managed a little laughter,

When he passed wind and hiccoughed! 

He caught the bus back, a painful drive home,

Got off on Chestnut Walk, glad he finished his roam,

Damn it, he’d forgot to get his shaving foam!

He sheltered from the sudden rain,

Under the cover, and gloom was falling again,

He belched, it smelt like aminomethane,

He hobbled toward home; it was a strain!

He got in his flat,

He untangled his hearing aids from his mask,

It was a fiddley, difficult task!

Made himself a meal that,

Was too big, but not too much fat,

He fell asleep, and that was that!

Not a very good ode this time, uncertainty and confusion were visiting me. Sorry.

Inchcockski – Monday 27th July 2020: Toenails cut, but bad news followed! Nottingham City photos taken. Ah, well!

TFZer Model ♥

Monday 27th July 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Július 27, Hétfő

20:45hrs: Not the odd time here on the left? That’s because I did the Sunday post early, and continue with it into this blog. To save time today. Cunning eh? I think that’s what I mean? 

18:30hrs: I got out of the £300, second-hand, rusty, decrepit, c1968 rickety recliner, and got the computer back on, to finish the Sunday blog, and got it sent off. Emailed the links, then on Facebooking catching-up.

Had a bash at doing some graphics up, on CorelDraw. Did a couple and sat down in the rickety, c1968 recliner, to have a mug of Extra Strong Assam tea, and some Branston Pickle flavoured cheddars… Fatal! But oh, so pleasurable! I nodded off into the land of Sweet Morpheus, and a few hours (it felt like), off constant dreaming. All memories of my past, younger days.

0455hrs, I woke up, almost in a panic! ‘Oh, what time is it ?’ – ‘I’ve not sorted the things out yet for podiatrist trip!’ –  ‘What needs doing fist?’ But the need for a wee-wee arrived; breaking my train of thought.

The urgency of the sudden liquid-evacuation meant I made a right Whoopsie, and got up, caught my balance and wandered over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) without taking the walking stick. I arrived at the bucket, okay but as I began to relieve myself of the RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) wee-wee, Shuddering -Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off! How I managed to keep hold of the grey bucket, was nothing short of a miracle! As soon as things stopped flowing, I put the bucket down, and without spilling anything (Very-Temporary-Smug-Mode-Adopted). 

Just to guarantee me a terrible start to this already worrying day, Peripheral Neuropathy Paul launched one of his involuntary, no-control-over, right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went. Backwards – but this was a good thing, for I fell onto the £300, second-hand recliner. Not only that, but I missed hitting both of chair-arms on my way down! I wish I’d got the camera in reach, as I lay there, watching the last few dying twitches and flutters of the leg. Within a minute, it had calmed down altogether (which is not rare).

But, the incident had triggered thoughts of insecurity within me. I began to fear and imagine terrible consequences ahead for me. Will I manage going out after so long? Will Paul give me any bother at the Podiatry Clinic? I’m already doubtful that they will cut my toenails for me? Will the trolley-walker fit in the taxi? Will the cab arrive on time? Will I be able to get my shoes on? On, and on, the worries flowed…

Fortunately, the need of the Porcelain Throne arrived then, with the usual request from the innards, stabbing pains and a little inner-rumblings. Without delay, I got the camera and four-pronged walking stick, and hobbled to the wet room, with a degree of alacrity.

Oh, dearie me! What a session it was! Good and bad luck involved. I only just got there in time, (but thankfully did!) before things started to painfully and slowly evacuated of there own accord, I had no control over this whatsoever. Masses of pongy, sticky, messy product. Bleeding as well. I shan’t go too far into this (although I may have already done so, sorry). The cleaning things up was a long job, and the washing and medicating stung a bit. Hehehe!

I took a shot of the painful uncut toenails, and wondered if they will be cut when I get back from the Health Centre? I hoped this would be the last photo of my Howard Hughes feet.

Another thing I noticed was how flipping pale I looked, really anaemic! This may be the thing that will prevent them from treating my feet and cutting the nails. I have a horrible feeling about this, today’s hassle to get out, is going to be a waste of time! Surely they cannot make me wait until November at the Sherwood Health Centre? If so, it will be over a week since, so I’ll have to book again, and obviously, the available date will probably be in December or January!

I got to the kitchenette and took a shot of the blue-tinged (or should that be blue-hued?) sky. Got the kettle on, and the Health Check gear out of the medical drawer.

The dang thermometer was playing up again, all I could get on the readout, was ‘Low’, no figures.

But the sphygmomanometer readings were perhaps the best for months. Which doesn’t fit with my skin and body mass being so pale and ghostly looking?

Computer Cameron on, and updated this blog.

Turned off everything, and checked the face mask, money for the taxi, bus pass to get home, socks and shoes (hopefully) to put on (for the first time in months) after the treatment, in the trolley. But I was not confident I’d checked everything. It’s been that long now since I’ve been out anywhere, I felt nervous at the thought now? Silly old sausage!

Then I got the ablutions sorted out, early, thus allowing myself extra-time to have another check after the ablutionalisationing, for things I’m sure I’d not remembered. A touch of anamesia there?

Off to the wet room. (Which still had the Porcelain Throne activities aroma lingering – Cor!) I had a stand-up, teggies, shave, and wash. I did the feet stood in the bowl. A couple of nicks shaving, and only three dropsies all together! I need some more razors, I’ll see if I can get some after the Clinic if it goes well.

I prepped four waste bags and took them to the waste-chute. It was a bit awkward getting through to the chute room, as the decorators were starting work on my floor.

The lobby is looking better already!

I returned to collect the big bag of recycling waste and departed again to take the stuff down to the caretaker’s room. As I was on the way down in the lift, the cage stopped on the 9th floor, and a contractor bloke nearly got on, until he saw me in there. Naughty! Using the tenant’s elevator when we can’t use their dedicated one? But, to be fair, I’ve seen no-end of tenants using the wrong lift! So, fairs, fair! Hahaha!

The weather was little wet this morning, and seemed to be getting worse? I dropped the bag off at the bin, and the caretakers said something to me, but I didn’t catch what it was. They weren’t scowling or glaring at me, so I assumed I’d done nothing wrong. Hehe! Gave them a smile, and returned to the lobby and back up the elevator.

As the lift door opened, I struggled to get through back to the flat. Took my time and carefully worked my way through, without any hassle. Into the flat, and checked on things, taps, lights, stove etcetera, in readiness for my departure.

I looked out of the balcony window, as I pondered on whether to risk brewing myself a mug of tea or not. In the end, I decided against having a drink. Better safe than sorry, especially with the current PMPD & PMAD dribbling problems, and my going out, as well!

The precipitation was getting more substantial, and things went suddenly very dark?

I reappraised my arrangements and what I’d got done in advance, worried that I may have missed something. Checked the jacket pockets for the bus pass, keys, taxi money, note from Jenny etc., and timed it to get down for the taxi with fifteen minutes to spare. As usual, being the fussbudget, worrier and doomster that I am, I rechecked the flat for the umpteenth time, before my leaving, but still in an uncertain frame of mind. I knew something ‘botheration-wise’ was going to take place, no doubt about that! I’m not a soothsayer, necromancer or Augur, it’s just my EQ (Not IQ), was telling me of foreboding news in the offing today, and he has never-ever wrong!

I got down to the ground floor and spotted that there had been a change of some sort in the Fire-Riser. But what is was, I couldn’t decipher. I’m losing it here, methinks?

I got to the front lobby and waited for the arrival of the DG cab. A black Hackney cab arrived five minutes before the DG on due, and I assumed it was for someone else. The driver came to me and asked if I was Gerry. He was for me. He was a lovely chap and helped me into the cab, and we soon at the Health Centre. He drove carefully en route. He dropped me off as close as it was possible to the entrance doors, bless him.

I paid him, thanked him and made my way into the clinic, as the rain started to come down heavier again.

I entered and followed the written advice on the advice on display, to use the hand sanitiser on entry. I made my way to the reception counter, and the young lady greeted me before I could speak with, ” Are you, Gerald Chambers?” – “Yes”, I said – ” Sit over there!” She said – “Thank you, I said. And sat over there. Hehehe!

Well early, of the appointment time, so I got the crossword book out. Moments later, a young lady came towards me, “Are you, Gerald Chambers?” “Yes!” “Follow me!” So, I did.

I could tell there was bad news coming. She went through a question and answer routine, and took the feets blood circulation test, with four blobs of jelly, two each foot. The disappointing news was given to me while she was cutting the toenails. There are new rules, and I don’t qualify for NHS nail-cutting, anymore, as my circulation in the feet is okay. I’ll have to use a private chiropodist in future.

I explained, that with the Coronavirus, maybe, I’ve had three podiatrists refuse to cut my toenails, last week. I told her how the Warden of the complex had rung them for me. This made no difference, the new rules have to be adhered to. (I expected something like this!) The lady gave me a place to ring or go to on the internet. Obviously, there are many other senile-sufferers in my position and agony with their feet.

Still, it’s not the ladies fault. She woman (in face mask and shield helmet, by the way, hiding a most appealing pretty face) did say I’d brought up a valid point, and she would mention this to her ‘boss’, but I was not to expect too much in the way of success. Haha!

I thanked her muchly and hobbled out into the rain. But I was not overly-disappointed at all. For I knew something was going to go wrong today, my good old EQ knew too!

I decided to have a walk into town in the drizzle. Apart from passing some characters that I knew were of a threatening nature, and made me weary, the hobble to the City Centre was enjoyed greatly. It’s been so long since I did this, it seemed a pleasure, especially as the toenails had been trimmed, and walking was so much less hassle now.

The going did get a little rough by the time I got to the end of St Ann’s Well Road, as the left side brakes of the three-wheeled-walker-guide, had now packed up altogether. Hey-ho!

Within half-an-hour I was on Upper Parliament Street. Crossing George Street, a git of a pavement cyclist almost got me! He plodded on uncaring up George Street, which like everywhere else, seemed most baron of tellurians, understandably.

I bought a packet of red and green seedless grapes from a stallholder. I’ll split this with Josie later. Then I can make sure she doesn’t wake me up to bring back the dinner tray and things again. I hope!

I passed the Wilko store, as a security guard was stopping folks going in without a face-mask on (Naughty!) I made my way into my beloved Poundland shop, and had a good look around, and selecting things I fancied.

When I got to the self-serve tills, I had a few dropsies and felt a right fool – which was guaranteed by Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s antics! I’d bought; A Pork Farms pork pie, Zoflora and a cheaper variety of disinfectants (3), lemon bleach (2), Bic razors, Individual milk pots, Lemon & cucumber scented air freshener (2), and a packet of 6 BBQ flavoured mini-cheddars. A lot of which got in the bag via a trip to the floor! (Thanks to Shirley! Huh!) I’ve never seen so few customers in the place!

I paid with cash, and the change also had a trip to the floor. Suddenly I had help arrive! But not all of the change monies were rescued. Humph!

Getting out and controlling the trolley was not an easy task, and my stopping to take photographs caused a few near-accifauxpas, as the brakes were so unreliable.

I made my way stutteringly to Milton Street and the Bargain Buys, previously known as the PoundStrechers. As I arrived, the heavens opened up! Just in time eh! Hahaha!

I consulted my shopping list I’d made for this shop. Pakistani Potato Cakes, 6 x small cans Garden Peas, Egg Mayonaisse, Woolite liquid soap, vegetable Oxo cubes, a lemon and a lime cooking juice, Zoflora lemon, and 3 chocolate almond. I realised I was going to have a heck of job carrying all of these, with the two baf=gs I had on the handlebars already. Oh, dearie me! As it happened I had no problems at all? They only had the Woolite and one pack of chocolate almonds on sale. Tsk!

This bothered me more than the podiatrist let-down! I paid the lady at the checkout and somewhat miserably made my way through Trinity Square.

Still, the rain almost stopped, and I had a great photographicalistical few moments, snapping all around where I stood in Trinity Square. Again, a lack of people! I limped down to Parliament Street and snapped the Frankie & Benny food store on the corner of King Street. Only three customers as I could see in there.

Then walked down towards the City centre, and back up Queen Street to find the times of the buses back home. This was the first time I’d had a choice of buses to make. The L9 was due in five minutes later, the 40 bus was fifteen minutes from arrival time. So, I trudged up the hill to the L9 stop. One other lady was waiting. The bus arrived, the driver got out for a fag, we waited, and then the uncommunicative pauciloquent driver, got on, managing to issue two words to the lady and me; one of them was Huh! Bless him! Probably in line for Driver of the Year?

I struggled to stay awake on the trip back, only one person boarded en route, making a total of three passengers!

I dismounted and ambled through the warm rain along Chestnut Walk, back to the flats. I thought of poping in the office and asking Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana if she would ring about the podiatrists for me. But I realised she would be on her nosh, so didn’t bother her, I’ll try again later on.

I got in the block of flats, spotting the updated list of working areas. Then had a bit of a wait to get the tenant’s elevator to get to me.

DeanaThen I noticed the time on the electronic display board. It was earlier than I thought it was, only 11:34 hrs.

I got up to the flats. Put the purchases away, and called at Josie’s with the grapes, and she gave me the tray back. Maybe this week, I can get to sleep and stay asleep! Fingers crossed, that Herbert is quieter.

Back to the flat, and planned some cooked beef cobs with extras (tomatoes, egg mayonnaise etc.) for the meal later.

Then got on with updating this post. In between satisfying unusual urges for mugs of tea?

The Vampire Nurse Hristina called, (lovely to hear a friendly voice) and told me she would be calling to do the blood test tomorrow, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. Marvellous! I pressed on updating, despite Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters playing up and costing me a lot of time.

Great balls of fire! I’ve been at this blogging for over five-hours now! How time flies!

I like missing the toenail pains! Haha!

Better pack up and get the nosh sorted out. I did some part-baked cobs, buttered them and added sliced tomatoes and a slice of cooked beef to each one. On the disposable plate, sliced apple, some grapes, egg mayonnaise, and chicken thighs (Which were not eaten, eurgh!) Flavour rating 7/10.

Went to wash the pots, as the clouds turned threateningly dark suddenly.

After the long day, an enjoyable bit of exercise, the let-down over the podiatrist, and how worn out I felt, I hoped I would get to sleep easier tonight.

Not so! Humph!

Inchcock’s Great Escape! Photographing pavement cyclists, chinwags, and nit-picking, to his heart’s content!

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Fanmarveloustic! Chinwags, From a Socially acceptable distance, of course! And great weather!

Well, Jenny, bless her, delivered the lemon bleach and yoghourts she’s ordered for me good and early. Left them near the doorstep. Thus, I had time to rush about, (this may be a slightly excessive description) and get ready for my much longed for, my first trip out on the bus into town, for months! Excitement flooded the brain!

I made a complete hash of getting ready. It’d been so long since I went out, many things confused my poor old stale, addled brain:

  • I had to leave the socks off, cause they were too painful to wear!
  • Thus, I had agony with the feet and toes. But no matter, I was in my seventh heaven, about to escape into the outside world again!
  • Where were the unused for nine weeks flat keys? Found them quickly
  • Where was the bus-pass card, unused for nine weeks? This took yonks to find!
  • Where was the cash card? This took an aeon to find!
  • Time was getting on, so I put on the coat I last went out in. The heavy one!
  • Going to be interesting fun this, no hearing aid batteries!

I got the three-wheeled walker-guide, made sure some spare shopping bags were in it. And a few pressies in case I encounter any of the regular kind shop staff. And off I set!

Picture based record of the best day out for months. Well, it the first one!

Down in the elevator.

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Checked on the electronic notice board, no rush after all. 12-minutes before the bus was due! A hobble down Chestnut Walk

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Met several tenants, and had a chinwag or two, en route to the bus stop.

At the stop, people were mostly being sensible and keeping to the social distancing rules. I had a natter with Margaret, Christine and Steve. The bus arrived, and Christine seemed to be aware of my nervousness getting on the bus.  On the short trip down the hill, she made me feel comfortable as we chinwagged.

I followed others who had got off the bus, down to the bus stop for a ride to town. Oh, dear, I was a tad confused getting on, but someone put me right. Each second side-saddle seat had been taped off and not in use. But there were not any available. Now there I was with my trolley, and in a pickle as to what to do. But a gentleman saw me in a ponder, and got up from a side-saddle, and moved to another seat, freeing it for me. Bless him!

We all got off at Victoria Centre, Christine had to remind I needed this stop. Haha! I chatted with her for a while, and she told me of the L9 bus being on a two hour Saturday timetable, and that I needed to get the bus back at 11:05hrs.

I felt so cared about, it was lovely.

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I hobbled, (and the feet were giving my terrible gip) along Milton Street, and called into the old Poundstretcher shop. They, like the other shops, had set a new layout, and the in-door had been blocked off. I had a hunt around the grocery shelves, in search of some Pakistani potato cakes. But could not find any. But I still got to the checkout with; A can of Bonners BBQ sauce, Italian lemon cookies (Froletti Al Limone), Largeish bottle of Light Soy Sauce at £1.49. You’ll like this, a small packet of… ready for it; Asolo Dolce, Alla Marmellata di Arance! Which was Strudel with orange jam! Haha! And, All’Arancia Limone cookies. Finally, a face-mask, for a quid! I didn’t find out until I got home and could use the magnifying glass, it was made in Turkey.

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I still found it hard to believe how few people were about. Milton Street, apparently the busiest in Nottingham City Centre, had six Nottinghamians, and so many closed stores!

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As I crossed over Lower Parliament Street to get to the Poundland store, four cyclists came along the pavement, more or less at the same time. I struggled to get the camera out, by then there were only the two in the above picture left in view.

Into the shop, and they too had changed things around. I got a bit puddled trying to find the disinfectants, and I asked a lady assistant where they were; I followed her non-verbal finger that pointed towards the shop door, thanked her, and went to find them. The maze of aisles was challenging to manoeuvre around, with so many being blocked by the shelf fillers. Not that I blame them, they’ve got a job to do. With hopes high, I approached the fresh food fridge, almost tasting Pork Farms pie as got there. But, no, they didn’t have any. Which is a good thing really, I shouldn’t eat them anyway. But I did spot the tasty Frankfurters were in stock. I can’t work out why, but this brand, despite having less meat in than others are so filling and flavoursome. That’s tonight’s nosh sorted! Potatoes, peas, mushrooms, tomatoes and franks!

I did overspend, though!

WDPBaWD 150.0.0 02 I got to the checkout. As I was struggling anyway to put the basket on the counter, guess what? Without any warning or twitches, Peripheral Pete’s right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine, and to make things more embarrassing, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had a bash at me! The basket tipped off the counter, and I made things worse by grabbing at it and spilling everything out onto the floor! Grobognangles! A lady arrived to help me, I moved out of her way, and she calmly gathered the goods and put them back in the basket and onto the counter for me. I mumbled my apologies, and the Tut-tutting from those behind me grew louder! To make those waiting angrier and even more likely to belt me one in the kisser, I’d bought a bottle of disinfectant, that was two for the same price as one, a quid. The kind lady pointed this out to me and called for someone to get another bottle for me. This was not making me very popular at all!

Yet the understanding of the serving lady was so much appreciated. The leg was still twitching a bit, and I feared it might ‘Dance-off’ again. So I paid the lady, thanked her, and hobbled to the door. I swear a heard a ginormous ‘Sigh’ from behind me!

2Tue14e

Getting out back on the pavement, I took a shot of Parliament Street traffic; or lack of it. It was a sad sight. Made worse by so many obstreperous, leary, ignorant, dangerous, uncaring pavement cyclists. Notably, the scruffy-haired, tattooed neck and ear tab young delinquent who almost ran into me while I was taking the photo above, from behind! While I had the camera out, I turned to my left and took a shot of the end of Milton Street, then got in one of the closed-down shops’ doorways and sorted the weight distribution of the things in the trolley-basket and two carrier bags.

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I’d bought a bottle of Aquafresh mouthwash, the two disinfectants for a pound, Frankfurters, Cheeslets, cashew nuts, a concentrated Lemon & mint, and Lemon disinfectants, and a (Not joking) Lemon & Sherbert freshener!

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As I was passing the end of Milton Street, I was nearly assaulted by two pavement cyclists, from either direction! I caught a snap of the younger of the two illegal, contemptible, parasitic, moronic,  spit-worthy urchins in this picture above.

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Now here’s a rare sight, Milton Street with no moving traffic on it!

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I got along to, and down King Street. The whole thing seemed so, almost hallucinatory. All I could see down the hill were two people! Weird!

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As I got towards the bottom of the road on my way to the Slab Square, it got crowded, (Hahaha!) The spunk-bubbling, repugnant, detestable, unlikeable, arrogant pavement cyclist put on a display here. Unfortunately, I only caught this one parasite coming up the hill with my trusty Canon lens.

2Tue14k

A little further down, and sod me, another sycophantic, tellurian organism of a pavement cyclist appeared. But I contained my hatred, fear and desire to knock the froward, mordant, noxiously pestiferously whippersnapper-bugger off of his bike… mainly cause he’d only belt the hell out if afterwards. Hahaha!

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A handful of Nottinghamians in the Slab-Square, the quietness was eerie, and Nottingham’s Fothergill Watson designed building opposite, showing a sharp contrast the newer erections in the background, and was a touch saddening.

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I turned to make my way to the bus stop, and a smidge of concern suddenly came over me. “What happens if the Coronvirus makes a comeback? And how come, it hasn’t seen off many pavement cyclists? Makes you think, dunnit?

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Ah, another PC (Pavement Cyclist) made an appearance, as I turned up Queen Street towards the L9 bus stop.

The mind wandered as I limped slowly up the hill, Brian Clough’s statue on my right, The old Prudential Buildings, more pavement cyclists, not a sign of a policeman all day, how come I’ve gone for nearly two days without needing the porcelain throne?

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The sheer magnificence of Fothergill Watson’s architectural designs. How come, I’ve gone so long without wanting a wee-wee? I was really into the mind-straying and changing routine, as I got to the top of the hill. But it came to a sudden end.

WD 150.0.0 02 When I caught my foot on the wheel of the trolley as I secured it, in the middle of the pelican crossing refuge, to take this photo of Parliament Street, in all its bleakness. The burning, throbbing pains from the toes and souls of the feet were excruciating, and that’s no exaggeration. It ended my day out, in a despicably nauseating style. But it wasn’t quite finished yet.

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I waited for and caught the L9 bus. Having to sit with the trolley in front of me was a bit awkward and difficult. The brakes on the three-wheeler would not apply? Which meant I had to sit leant forward, holding onto the trolley, to stop it rolling away for the whole journey. This stopped my blood flow, and Shuddering Shirley and Colin Cramps accompanied me. However, once Christine got on the bus, I concentrated on her amusing and witty tales. We had a laugh or a few en route home. She kindly didn’t run off, but walked at my steady pace and chatted as we walked the length of Chestnut Walk back to our beloved Woodthorpe Court. We waited for the lift, and Chrissie went up as we said our farewells to each other. It felt like I’d been out for hours and hours, and the fatigue was dawning. But, when I took a snap of the electronic notice board, as I did when I departed, showed me that I’d only been out from 09:20 to 11:41hrs.

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I got the lift, and with there still being no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne, I put the purchasers away and made a super-duper mug of Thompsons Punjana.

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3.7 hours out in the fresh air,

I have to say the weather was fair,

Pavements Cyclist apart,

And the toe-stubbing on the cart,

It made the day for this worrywart,

I’m so glad to be back in my lair!

GC June 14e
Cheers, folks!

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

2020 Mar 11

2020 tttMar11

Wednesday 11th March 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 11. Ožujka 2020. Godine

000 Mar 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2020 Mar 09

2020 tttMar09

Monday 9th March 2020

Telugu: సోమవారం 9 మార్చి 2020

000 Mar 09a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another failed search.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How the hell I did I manage to do that!

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

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

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

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

1Mon23

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

WD 0.0.0 (1) WD 0.0.0 (1) WD 0.0.0 (1) 1Mon15

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

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

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

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

Then, I got the food prepped and cooking.

1Mon18

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

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

I’m waffling again, sorry.

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

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

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

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

Zzzzz!

 

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham wiv his camera! Comments in bad rhyme!

2Tue28

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon05

I started out on my trip to town today,

I got through to the lifts, to my dismay,

The elevators all 12-floors below,

I waited patiently before I could go,

I had the scenic view to peruse, though!

1Mon05a

Walking through the link-passage again,

Welcomed by the pouring rain,

Trapped my fingers in the swipe-door, the pain!

I chatted with Angela and Elaine,

Out to get wet, but didn’t complain,

T’was nice to get out of the flats again!

1Mon05b

Off the bus, greeted with a jogging student’s glare,

I just tossed him back, a similar stare,

The rain worked its way, through my jacket,

I wouldn’t mind, but it cost me a packet!

Nottingham City Centre, I wondered why I ever went there!

1Mon06

I remembered though, it was to buy food, starting at Aldi first,

 I hobbled my way down a rainy Glasshouse Street,

At the shop, I bought a lot of fodder, even some Bratwurst,

Then paid, wandered off, for my spending was incomplete,

To Bargain Buys, they’d no potato cakes, that made me curse!

1Mon07

Mansfield Road, rain and Pavement Cyclists abound!

Next a bloke on a Lambretta, I cursed, and moved on,

Nottinghamian’s serenity, smiles, were not to be found,

As to Trinity Square, I was soggily bound!

En route, this bit of Street Art below, I found,

1Mon06a

It lay there, wet, upon the ground,

On Old Street, it was found,

Broken bottles nearby, a battleground.

I moved away, like a limping greyhound!

1Mon08

I got through Trinity Square, left via Kings Walk.

Not many folks about at all?

No one to say hello to, or talk,

Then we had a little rain squall!

1Mon09

Parliament Street had a few more folks around, I have to say,

Unemployed, Students, shoplifters, muggers, no policemen though.

The rain started pouring heavier, not a nice day,

So many eateries in one place, how do they all make any dough? (Hahaha!)

1Mon09b

Down Market Street, I did wobble along,

The rain temporarily having stopped,

I think I sang a joyful song,

The tram gave out a melodic ‘Klong-Klong’,

I might use this photo later, as a ‘Thoughts’ backdrop!

1Mon10

A damp Slab Square, where did the people go?

Is it the rain, are Social Services Inspectors lurking?

Which department are they from, if so?

After illegal immigrants, or claimants working?

A mystery to me, I don’t know.

1Mon13

Nottingham’s cheerless Wheeler Gate, depression flowed,

My target, in Turquoise, the Poundland shop!

Competing coffee shops each side of the road,

Staff sneering at each other, as a goad!

I came out of Poundland, with a massive load,

Two bags on the trolley handles, it went all over the road,

I spent so much, I wondered how much I owed!

1Mon14

To the bus stop home, along South Parade,

Though the tatty, unkempt Slab Square,

A slight Accifauxpas, I’m afraid I made,

The rain started again there,

Got my brolly out, the one for which £10 I paid,

It fell to bits, and to be right and fair,

  I couldn’t bend down, so I left it there!

1Mon14a

Over the Slab Square, to the King Street/Long row junction,

Where the brain struggled to function,

I had a Dizzy Dennis cumulation,

1Mon14b

When the head cleared, and the brain regeared,

With admiration for architect Watson Fothergill grew,

Just looking at his work, my heart cheered.

1Mon14

On the way up Queen Street, the trolley-walker veered,

Very nearly tipping over, that’s something I feard,

It became so unruly, it understeered,

By gum, I thought, this is weird!

Ah, a big-clump of chewing gum from the wheel was cleared,

I must say, I was greatly cheered!

2Tue30

Thank You

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Inchcockski – Thursday 20th February 2020: A busy wet day, but I got to town, spent some cash & took some photos!

2020 Feb 20

2020 tttFeb20

Thursday 20th February 2020

Norwegian: Torsdag 20 Februar 2020

00 Feb 20

WD 40.0.0. 02:00hrs: What a messy sleeping pattern that was! I was in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner for a total of over six-hours, which sounds right, at first! But the repeated rises to use the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) taken into account, any sleep would be calculated at about three hours! No wonder I still felt so tired when I did get up for another wee-wee at 02:00hrs, and decided to give up and get up.

The famously abhorrent ‘Hum’ was giving it some effort this morning! I’m sure that my IQ was giving me a smugly-know-it-all snide laugh? Tsk!

Getting out of the recliner was done with fantastic ease, catching my balance, grabbing the stick, and waggling-off to the wet room to clean the grey plastic bucket were all done with no bother at all. The morning’s activities were regularly interposed with SNS (Short-No-Sensation) wee-wees. (I mention this to save me keep typing them, with Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying so frequently, typing turned out a bit arduous. Humph!)

As I was leaving the wet room, I had to turn back in haste, to use the Porcelain Throne!

WD 40.0.0. I got down on the pan and waited for things to activate. I had a go at the crossword puzzle, but it beat me again. (Still waiting!) Pondered over yesterdays nasty ‘out-of-it’ spell, amazing myself thinking of all the jobs I did, without knowing it, more surprisingly, with no injuries or accifauxpas! (Still waiting!) I did a bit of silent whistling and singing. (Still waiting!) Then, the evacuation started, but got stuck part-way again! The efforts to rekindle the movement was horrendously painful and long-winded. Cruel! I’m reasonably good at coping with pain, but that session tested my limits.

WD 40.0.0. The relief, when things were finally freed and finished, was soon tempered when I found the bleeding that I’d suffered. I had another clean-up and medicationalisationing session.

4Thu02To the kitchen, got the kettle on, and had another unfruitful search for the Rice Cooker instruction booklet. I opened the unwanted, light & view-blocking, cannot reach to clean, thick-framed, letting rain-in window, to take a photograph of the morning lights and dark sky. I pondered for a short while, on the mass of Nottinghamians out there. Desperate illegal immigrants, freed from prison murderers, sleep-sleepers, scum drug gangs, muggers, shoplifters, pavement cyclists, pickpockets… I had to stop thinking about it, I was depressing myself! Hehe!

Took the medications, with a Senna added, in hopes of avoiding another painful evacuation like one I’d just gone through. I think I’ll take another one before going out later on.

I got on the computer and did things in a different rota than usual, I don’t know why? I went on the WordPress Reader first, then a little bash at the TFZer Facebooking. Made a graphic up, then a new WP template for tomorrow on CorelDraw. Finally making a start on updating and finishing off yesterday’s blog. It took a record time to get done, thanks mainly to Nicodemus Neurotransmitters dying so often.

Something interesting, almost comical; about dying nerve-ends, that even I wasn’t aware of until it happens. Sometimes, I can’t feel when I cut myself or touch something hot. Not until they occasionally return to working status, which can be a long time later, and suddenly I feel the pain of the cut or burn! Hahaha! I even, like this morning, get caught out with removing the tea bags. For days on end, as is usual, I’ve not worried about taking out the bags with my right hand, and the cunning nerve-ends suddenly start transmitting to the brain again, and I jump at the unexpected pain! Hehehe! All these ailments certainly keep me amused. Bless them all, bless them all, those who make me bleed, shake and fall! Hahaha!

In between the wee-weeing, the ailments and lack of confidence, I got the post finished and sent off. Phew!

4Thu02aI made a start on this blog but had to stop, to get the ablutions done. Now, this might be another challenge?

I came across a bit of graffiti, from Russia! I had to put it on to show Tim Hancock in New Mexico. A poor effort compared the that in Albuquerque that Tim sometimes photographs.

Off to the wet room. Now, the ablutionisationing went fairy-well. No prob’s as such with the teeth-cleaning. The shaving produced only one nick, and a tiny one at that, on the ear lobe. (Thank you, Shaking Shaun!) The showering went perfectly. The drying off failed to produce any shelf cleanings! All these parts of the ablution session brought cheer and a semi-self-confidence back to me…

WD 40.0.0. WD 40.0.0A Until it came to the Sock-Glide usage! You see, the problem was, I’d decided to dig out the extra-long Bamboo over the knee socks to put on. I’d forgotten all about the issues I had last time when trying to us the sock-glide with them! They are too long for me to use the glide safely, and I soon realised this again. The frame unbalanced all over the place, it fell off of the chair twice! Botherations and blasticulisations! I banged both elbows, the rights shoulder, my chin, my head against the door or wall as I overbalanced and fell this way and that, getting more and more frustrated with myself! Then when I stubbed my toe on the metal raised seat stand, I calmed down and nearly sobbed! Hahahahaha!

4Thu03The pins (legs) were looking super-good this morning! I took a shot of them before, and after the losing Sock-Glide battle.

I got dressed and into the kitchen, checked the timing for the bus, and decided I had time to get the handwashing done before going to catch the L9.

So I did! All done, wrung and hung, not the socks though. They were the ones bought last 4Thu04week from Amazon, I threw them away, not worth washing anyway. They fall down all the time, Tsk! The first time I washed them, and they wouldn’t stay up at all! Unless perhaps on someone with dirty-great massive tree-trunk legs. Hehe!

After completing my usual ‘panic-fret’, is everything okay routine, and checking things repeatedly, the landline flashed. I answered it (Well it seemed a good idea. Har-har!), and it was Jenny saving the day for me again! She told me that the L9 was not running today, but it might be tomorrow! Oh, dearie me and ‘ecky thump! I thanked her for informing me, bless her ♥. The communications here lack a little, don’t they? Thank heavens for Jenny, once again! And her timing was spot on, minutes before I was going out to the bus stop!

No need to rush now. I’ll take an amble down Winchester Street into Sherwood, see if the Co-op has any decent looking tomatoes in, then call at Wilkos to get the cleaning stuff and cash a bus into town. I glanced outside just before departing, and at least it wasn’t raining.

I got the five bags of rubbish for the waste chute, and a too large a bag of recyclables to take down to the caretaker’s room. Off I went. I struggled a bit with the black bags, but got them down the chute, and took the big white bag with me in the lift. Now there is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, with its illusions, delusions, hallucinations, infestations, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and manic machinations that thrive here freely, so bountifully! Why is it, that whenever I need the lift from the 12th-floor, both cages are on the ground floor? I bet when I get back, they’ll both be on a level high up! Ah-well!

I dropped the big bag off with Steve. Then ambled along through the link corridor, and called in the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Wardens Interrogation and strip-search Office. Hehehe!

4Thu19HWD 40.0.0. I mentioned the buses and learned that it was because of the flooding en route. The rain started falling as Oberstgruppenfhureress Warden Deana told me this! It seems that the L9 service will end in April. The 40 bus route will be redirected into the Winwood Heights complex when the L9 is terminated. Oh, dearie me! Spitworthy, Splurging, Shlackersplonks! No more details, other than this available! But we were all concerned about the cars that are parking on the yellow lines around the bus turning point, often blocking the buses. As the 40 buses are a lot longer than the L9 ones are. Also, of course, the naughty parkers will cause problems for the emergency services access! But what the solution is, I don’t know, other than to build a high-rise car park, but that would be horrendously expensive.

4Thu05WD 40.0.0.I bade my farewells and limped out and along to the end of Chestnut Walk, and right down Winchester Street. I had to push the trolley-guide along the road and back on the pavement more than once. Due to the many cars parked up on the footpaths. But, they only do this because they don’t want their vehicles to be hit by the lorries and buses going into the flats? And come April, there will be bigger and longer buses arriving?

WD 40.0.0. I fear that this is a no-win situation that holds an unattainable solution? At worst, the buses may well be withdrawn, leaving us old uns without a service at all! I shudder at the thought! So many of the tenants have said they will have to apply for a move it that case. They will have much competition!

4Thu05aWD 40.0.0. About a third of the way down Winchester Street, I came across some, presumably storm damage to the fencing. I wouldn’t like to be walking down there in the wind. It dawned on me as I hobbled on after taking the photo, I could not hear the ‘Hum’, at all down there! In the event, and it seems likely now, that the buses are removed, I shall do my best to get in some flats that are on lower ground, in the hopes of escaping the drive-me-mad ‘Hum’!

But losing the already minimal, but oh so enjoyable contact with Jenny, Mary, Shiela, Gaynor, Penny, Christine etc. may yet decide me against leaving.

WD 40.0.0.4Thu06 Lower down the road, I got the front wheel stuck in a rut in the pavement. Just thought I’d mention it! Tsk!

On to Mansfield Road, turned right and up into the Co-op store. There was still no rush though because there are plenty of buses regularly to town from Sherwood. I nosied around the shelves and came out with Cox’s apples and some fresh looking mini tomatoes.

I limped up the hill and into the Wilko store. I spent a bit here. Nasal spray £1.75, Refuse sack, 10 for a pound, Toilet cistern blocks also a quid. Ylang and Fressia scented laundry freshener crystals £3, but I am really taken by the fresh smell of these.

WD 40.0.0. Then I had funny-turn, no, that’s not the best word to use, I got Shaking Shaun having a go at me, at the checkout. The young lady was kind enough to pack the things in the trolley bag for me, bless her. I dropped the change she gave me, and the lass came round and picked it up for me. ♥ Thank you, gal! By the time I’d got out of the shop, things seemed to be back to normal in the shakes department?

4Thu07I walked up to the bus stop, the drizzling had stopped altogether, now.

WD 40.0.0. On the already crowded bus, I had to sit on a regular seat. Because there was a child in a pushchair, and a lady on a disabled electric scooter, so no side-saddle seats available. In fact, there were precious few seats free at all. I had to sit next to the mother of the child. With the trolley partly in peoples way, and I had to move it each time someone got on or off the bus! To make things worse, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley kicked-off. Which scared some of the passengers into silence and odd looks giving, who sat around me. Hahaha!

I was well bruised, trod on, and in pain by the time I arrived at my bus stop, Huh! I made sure I got up first this time, I shoved the trolley in the aisleway, and fumbled my way achingly off of the bus and got out of the line of the following hoards as fast as I could.

I made my way to the Poundstretcher shop and had an excellent hobble around, initially in search of some of the Pakistani potato-biscuits. By gum, they are so tasty! But, I found so many bargains, I weakened, and ended up spending a fortune, and had a heck of a job coping with two bags on the handlebars, and trying to control the trolley. Still, my own fault! I bought; The last two Paynes chocolate Brazil misshapes, a massive bottle of Woolite liquid at virtually half-price at £1.99. Some of what looked like excellent 50L extra-strong bin bags for £2.99, the last two Potato biscuits on the shelves. Two bottles of concentrated lemon clothes refresher disinfectant spray for a quid each. Some nose unblocker at £1.40, another bargain! Two bottles of BBQ bacon flavoured sauce for 49p each, and something called C&S Wul at 39p on the receipt, but I can’t find it? Hahaha!

I exited the shop, and the drizzle started on and off again. I had a vicambulation up into Trinity Square and took a few pictures, and then down Kings Walk onto Parliament Street.

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The cafe at the top of Kings Walk, cleverly called the Kings Walk Kitchen (Huh), was offering Students a 20% reduction for all of February, didn’t seem to be having a lot of luck, or customers. Not surprising really, in the first photo, you will see 15 take-aways and restaurants. The competition! Poor devils!

4Thu16

4Thu17The light dimmed as I got to Queen Street to catch a 40 bus back to the flats. Not many Nottinghamians about for a Friday, I thought. Then I realised it was Thursday. The heavens opened! But I was alright under the bus shelter by then. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!)

4Thu19aI did nip out from the cover to take a couple of pictures of the street art on view, on Queen Street, near the Reds True B-B-Q eatery. Well, Red’s True Barbecue, it’s called.

Sometimes the smells attract my nostrils. But access for me would be impossible. Too many steep steps to get in, then you have to walk down more steps to get to the grill. It’s also got different floors and levels inside. But in particular, their “Ox Cheek Bone Luge” looks so delicious! Not that I’ve seen it in real life, but the photographs from the menu, Mmm!

4Thu23

“Ox Cheek Bone Luge” And for only £8 -with a shot of whisky?

WD 40.0.0. This number 40 bus was soon filled up after a few stops, but I was in a side-saddle seat this time. Uncomfortable, yes, and in danger of falling out of the seat on corners, yes! But, far less chance of being trampled, trod on and shoulder charged! So that suited me!

4Thu19bMind you, this route takes far less time to get to Sherwood, than the L9 does. (When it’ s running that is!) But the bad thing is, it doesn’t call at the flats! It drops off on Sherwood Rise, one the steepest roads in Nottinghamshire. Just beyond in this picture, the road drops and a sharp bend is out of sight. Dodgy for crossing, even for 4Thu19csomeone not handicapped. But I got over the road safely this time, and the rain started coming heavier now.

Once again, when I got near the flats, I had to keep walking on the road, to get by the pavement parked cars. You can see how they park, not necessarily voluntarily, right on the corner of the junctions too. If any buses had been running today, they might not have got around the corners anyway.

If anyone happens to be reading this, who is familiar with or knowledgeable about the law concerning such parking laws, I’d appreciate some guidance. Cause sure as eggs are eggs, someone is going to get knocked down before long here! Any advice would be appreciated, I think the flats themselves are on private land? The double yellow lines are simply being ignored every day?

4Thu19dI got back to the flats as the rain increased, just timed it nicely. As I got into the link passage, the precipitation was positively pelting down! I got through to Woodthorpe Court lobby, and I met with Cyndy also getting into the lift. Nice to have a chinwag and laugh. ♥

4Thu19EAs I got out of the elevator, I realised there was no floor sign in the wall, Cyndy laughed telling me all the floor signs had been taken down, new ones on the way? I laughed.

I smelt something different, I thought it might 4Thu19fpaint. So I turned around and took this photo.

In the lobby of the apartment, I turned back again, something was different in here too. But what it was, well, I couldn’t tell. But, that’s nothing new, is it? Haha!

I got inside the flat and put the buys of the day away.

I got some spuds and peas in a saucepan, got the oven on, then started to update this blog. Six hours later I got up to here, and well past my head-down time! So, I turned off the computer and got the nosh sorted.

4Thu21WD 40.0.0. I got the nosh served up. It looked okay and tasty, on the plate. The ratings: Co-op mini tomatoes 02/10 – Asda petit pois 03/10 – Fulton’s, Gingster-beef pasties 06/10 – Aldi beetroot 07/10 – Iceland canned new potatoes 05/10, Light & Free lemon yoghourt 08/10. Which when I work it out with the Windows calculator is, I think, an average of 5.166666666666667/10 if I got it right. My Arithmophobia showing up there again. You might be surprised at the number of confirmed uneducated volgivagant people suffer from this. Haha! So, not one of the bestest or tastiest of meals by a long shot. Hey ho!

WD 40.0.0. I wobbled a bit when I got up to take the things to be washed, and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley didn’t help. I spilt a bit of the bleached soapy water on the floor and myself. (Another t-shirt ruined!)

I went to make sure I had not locked the door. (I keep it unlocked when I’m in nowadays, the difficulties experienced when I had the stroke of the emergency paramedic having to wait until I crept on all-fours to get to unlock the door. And my still tumbling over to my right side repeatedly is well remembered!)

I found a leaflet-note on the floor that had been delivered. As tired as I was, as I read it, something seemed not right about it. The wording told me more than the omitted words.

4Thu19J

My Sherlock Holmesiessness had been stirred! Hehehe! The lack of any practical reasons for the changes installed suspicion in my tired mind. Your fob will work as intended? This indicated to my EQ that the fobs have been found to allow access to some parts of Winwood Court, where they should not be doing so? I’m most likely wrong, befuddled and 4Thu19kconfused, but my EQ talks, and I listen. I could not see any helpful mention of where they are actually doing the upgrading… argh! I see it now, The Winwood Centre, presumably the social room. Ooh, I do feel a right fool at times!

WD 40.0.0. Of course, of all the days to pick for the upgrading, it was bound to be the one day in which I already have three medical appointments, didn’t it? Bad luck? Me? I’m a virtuoso, ultra-experienced, specialist in chronic-unluckiness! An authority, specialist in it! A fount of knowledge, ​wisdom​, and cognoscenti! Some college should give me a senior honorary professorship. The sad thing is, I’ll snuff-it (I’ve no problem with that), and the world will be none-the-wiser, as to my magnificent efforts at living such a life. Shame!

Maybe, being as the Tate gallery mistakenly refuses to record my peripheral neurotrophic legs as pieces of art and put them on show in a gallery – then Nottingham Trent University or College, would at least let me present a paper on the subject of being cursed with a luckless life? I’d call it Inchcock’s inimitable, intangible, ill-fortunes, illuminated? I got carried away there again, Sorry!

I got settled into the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. That xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later).

WD 40.0.0. And, got the TV on, which as a rule would send me off into the land of nod at the first signs of the commercials. But not tonight! Maybe it was because I was so late settling? Or, most likely it was Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, boy, was she in a mood all day! I pray that she is not going to become a regular visitor, she shakes the living daylight out of the body at times!

Ah, well! I must have got to sleep eventually, cause I woke up, late for me, mind. About six hours, no waking up, no dream bliss!

Lengthy sigh in appreciation!

Inchcocksi – Thursday 6th February 2020: Turned out a 20-hour day!

2020 Feb 06

We’ve been hornswoggled by the Brexit farce!

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Thursday 6th February 2020

Afrikaans: Donderdag 6 Februarie 2020

00 Feb 05

01:55hrs: Cripes, the Hum is intrusive this morning! When I woke and heard the noise, I was confident that something was amiss, surely this can’t be the Hum? I extracted my bulbous, wobbly, stomach-ladened body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and checked around the flat, only to find that the driving-me-mad Hum was indeed causing the noise! Humph! 

Still, I’m glad I got up, cause the sudden urgent need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so off to the wet room I poddled. Taking care to leave the four-pronged stick well away from where I might trip over it, I got seated. This time things were different, back to the half-way and suffer mode of evacuation.

WDP 003lrWD 50.100.200. Which gave me time to have a mind-wander. But it wasn’t a pleasant experience, all my faults, worries and problems stormed into the brain, rattled about almost mocking me, and then as the evacuation got a bit more movement and agony replaced the pain, the thoughts left me, thank heavens. Hell of struggle, but I rid myself of the products, a little bleeding, but not messy.

4Thu01WD 50.100.200. At least Little Inchies fungal lesion was only trickling a few drops. The legs had got more colour and veins showing than yesterday. Arthur Itis’s knees were tight, a sign of suffering to come that is. I got cleaned-up, medicated plenty of the Phorpain gel rubbed into the joints. I’m not sure it actually does any good, but the Doctor says the massaging it in can do no harm.

Then, off to the kitchen. Where I got the kettle on, took the medications, made the tea and took a photographicalisation of the morning view, with the moon on show. Not a bad result, I took it in Night Landscape mode. I’ve put it on large here, not too bad an effort. (He says smugly. Haha!)

4Thu02

4Thu10aTo the computer, and set to updating the Wednesday post. Nicodemus Neurotransmitters were not playing up much at all. That was a pleasant divergence from the norm, which I took advantage of, and had got the whole thing finished of (not many photos) in record time before they kicked off again. Also, I struggled to read my own writing. Fleeting Satisfied Mode! 

The mist was clearing now. Sent off the blog, then went on the Emails to see what was what. One from the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital (I do like that mouthful of a title!). From the lady who rang me last night. Her name is Debby. So now, I have the address to use to update her about the Doctors visit. There was no reply to my earlier request for an appointment or any INR results?

So I sent another email and request. Then I checked the progress of the saucepans I’ve got coming today (another day stuck indoor!) on the tracker system.

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Not arrived at the distribution area yet, so I don’t know when to expect them to arrive, latish I should think. I hope the Falls-Team lady comes early, then at least I can get some stuff to the waste-chute and down to the recycling bin.

On to the TFZer Facebooking next.

Virgin Down completely now. (I’ve typed this so often, the fingers did it on their own! – Chuckle!) Today is the upgrading session, mark day 2  for Global-Liberty (Lousy) Virgin Media Internet workers. So, I half-expected things to go down.

WD 50.100.200.WD 50.100.200a The Stand-up Ablutions were tackled:

Dropsies were galore! Too many. Then, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, went into turbo-drive for a few minutes, just when I was shaving. I must say, had the farce been filmed, it may well have been an award winner at the British Comedy Awards! Even I would have laughed out loud at it; just imagining it brings a smile to my face!

The razor flew to my left, falling in the tray of cleaning stuff, I grabbed at it when it landed and knocked the shaving foam from the tray. I bent down to retrieve it, razor still in hand, it (the foam) was then propelled by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley in the other direction, where it hit the ground cupboard top, removing various, nay, nearly all of the medical tubes down the back of the cupboard! Savlon, Daktacort, Haemorrhoid cream and my emergency supply of Co-Codamols! All bar the haemorrhoid cream, which was needed for use, the others are still down there somewhere, I’ll get them later. Harrumph!

4Thu02bWD 50.100.200. Somehow, I’d cut the back of my hand as well! Only the tiniest of cuts, but it took some stopping, I used the aftershave, that did it; it stung a bit, mind! Then, after cleaning things up, the farce of the disappearing razor?

I’ll have another search when I go to pick up the things behind the 4Thu05floor-cupboard. Sigh!

I had a ring of Josie’s door chimes on the way out with the rubbish bags. No answer. So, in the elevator and down with the giant-bag of rubbish. Left it near Stew’s door. Then took a photo of the Information Panel, and nipped in the lobby area, to take some pictures.

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Back up to the apartment. Tried Josie’s door again, no answer. Got in and got the kettle on. I tried the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, but no go, still down. So, I don’t know if I’ve had any reply from the surgery about the appointment, or the Warfarin INR level, and cannot check on the saucepans progress. Hey-Ho!

4Thu03

Sob!

WD 50.100.200.WD 50.100.200a I  thought I’d take the picker-upperer with me to get the knocked over things from the wet room… Huh! I had an involuntary (on my part!), Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the affected right leg, I managed to prevent myself going over, but unfortunately, it was so quick, I thought I’d got the stick with me, and used the picker to stop myself falling – it broke in half! Thankfully, I only fell against the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner! So, another picker-upperer bites the dust! RIP. Grangle-Grumps!

I really am back to enduring my usual luck again! Thanks mainly to the Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, and Stroke Stuart! At least the dance only lasted a few seconds this time.

It’s such a shame that I didn’t realise that today was when Liberty-Global was going to fail again to improve their pitiable, wretched, internet service. Then, I would have not ordered the saucepans for today. There lie’s more reasons and proof that my systematic, massive misfortunes having returned to torture, annoy, bother and piss-me-off again!

4Thu09I went to try Josie’s door again, Aha! She answered! I showed her the tin of Tuna flakes with Coronation dressing, and she fancied on her Sunday lunch. So, it shall be! I hobbled to the fridge to get a can of Daniels and coke and took it for her. Well, it’s a treat, although no doubt she’d prefer the Daniels neat. Hahaha!
The Internet was still down. I wrote things down on Word, to use later. Took me a while to get it written, and as I got up to here, my door chimes rang out, to my chosen tune of Dusty Springfield’s ♫ I only want to be with you ♫, it was the Amazon delivery with the saucepans.

I checked them to see if they were made-up, or I’d have to get some help if they need assembling.

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4Thu14They were all made-up. so that was nice! I put the new frying pan in the trolley-guide bag, I’d decided to give it to the volunteers at the Social Kitchen to use. Got wrapped up warmly, and ventured out. Down in the elevator, through the link-passage, into Winwood Court, I met Angie and Roy at the foyer door, they were buying some stuff early from the bread and veg man, then catching a taxi.

4Thu15Then into the big social lounge, where some residents were finishing off their Friday breakfasts. I was in a bit of a rush in case the bus came early, so I went straight to the kitchen opening window, cause they do not like my three-wheeler near the food, a lady came behind me and told me not to stand there, cause she’s trying to serve people! Fair enough, I shoved the brand new pan in her hand and told her “Here, you can have this!” The good feeling of my doing something to help, drained from me. I walked out through the Winwood foyer door and made my way to the bus shelter.

Feeling a tad miffed, but more hurt, after the pain, effort and cost, I thought I was doing something worthwhile and helpful, and the idea made me feel good.  I can understand really. But as I get older, I seem to get hurt easier. No more freebies or help for them then in future. I was just trying to help out at the new kitchen volunteers, for the third time. In my current state of mind, and struggling to do everyday things, but still trying to help others, I can do without being depreciated. But bless them all for volunteering, I hope they can get some enjoyment from it.

I’m sorry Jenny was not in and wish the ILC’s had been in the office now, they could have been offered the brand-new just delivered frying pan.

I brought my spirits up a tad, by taking some photographs of Winwood Heights from the L9 bus shelter.

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I got on the bus, and out came the crossword book. I did well en route to town on the puzzles today. Swank-Mode-Adopted.

In town, I called into the Poundland Shop. Got some bits: A cheap kitchen roll, cause I’d forgotten to put one in the bag for nose-blowing use. Lavender Dettol disinfectant. Orange Kit-Kat, and some nuts.

I had a walk around, Parliament Street, Clumber Street, Long Row, Slab Square and on to Queen Street for the bus home. I’ll not put all the photographicalisation I took on here, cause there was fair lot them, I’ll do a Trip to Nottingham Special in another post with them all on.

4Thu20I caught the bus back, and Bill (William on Sundays) got on further along the route. With us both being hard-of-hearing, the conversation was strained. Haha!

Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley was going at it on and off, and it made me feel like others were keeping an eye on the old man in the side-saddle seat. Hahaha!

I like Bill, a grand chap. Back at the flats, Bill held the door open for me to Winchester Court. We parted wishing each other all the bestest, and a smile. The only person I spoke to, was Herbert (Big John), doing his jigsaw puzzle in the big lounge, he’s good at them. I threw him a “Good Afternoon, you all right?” as I passed. But saw no one else, although there were a few folks about, I was not conversant with them. (Didn’t know them!)

I got up in the flat, no wee-weeing needed! I moved the mushrooms into a saucepan from the slow-cooker with the garden peas and got the new big pan filled with water for the boil-in-the-bag beef and gravy later.

I got on the computer, and Hey Presto! it was back on! Ooh, that did please me!

I go on with updating this blog, and befo5Fri001re I knew it, the time was gone 17:00hrs!

It was getting misty outside.

I got on with creating the visit to Nottingham post. By the time I got it made and posted, I’d been up for over 18hrs! I think I’ll get the nosh done and head 4Thu22down next. I turned off the computer, and in a state of ultra-weariness, battled to keep my concentration as I prepared the stew.

18:55hrs: I took this snap of the evening sky, the horizon looked rather nice to me.

The new casserole saucepan was used to heat up the beef and gravy with onions. Despite my being too drained and over-ready for a kip, I ate it all with some milk bread to soak up the gravy. Hmm! Flavour Rating; 8.2/10 tonight.

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4Thu24I got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak. Took another shot of the evening sky, and had a wee-wee. Settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

Surprisingly, it took a while for sleep to come.