Inchcockski – Fri 9 Aug 2019: Great morning… shame about the afternoon!

2019 Aug 09a

2019 Aug 09

Friday 9th August 2019

Romanian: Vineri, 9 August 2019

WD 0.0.0. 22:40hrs: Woke up, and nodded-off again. 23:00hrs: Woke up, and nodded-off again. 23:20hrs: Woke up, and nodded-off again.

23:30hrs: I woke, to the ending of the clattering sounds! I had to get out of the £300 second-hand, c1968, pukingly-beige-coloured, rusty, rickety recliner, to have an urgent wee-wee, and investigate where or what the sounds might have been! Had I imagined them? Was I dreaming at the time?

The EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) was empty, not used at all. The wee-wee was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) style. A hobble around each room produced no clues as to the cause of the sounds. Maybe, I had been dreaming?

WD 0.0.0. In the kitchen, the overflow from the flat above was pouring 5Fri01out into the sink again. I must get to advise one of our pulchritudinous, most highly desirous Oberstleutnantess Wardens of this later. I might even try using the walk-through passageway for the first time today. (Is there no limits to my adventurousness? Hahaha!)

Taking this photo was easier for me. I rested it (the camera) on the edge of the sink to help hold it steady. Although, the hands, arm, shoulder, and leg, were all currently ‘Dance-Free’ at the moment. Which was good!

I got the handwashing onto the stand-up airer. Got the kettle on, and did the health checks. SYS 155, DIA 65, Pulse 92 and Temperature, the thermometer still not working, came up as just LOW. Not such excellent results this morning. I had to have another wee-wee, again of the BOBSL mode. Then, I took the medications, adding a well-mixed sachet of the Movicol-Macrogol, to hopefully loosen things in advance of the next Porcelain Throne visit later on. I do have the odd moments of semi-logicality and rare sapience. Haha!

I got the MS Windows updates and Liberty-Global Virgin Media, hindered computer on, and began to get the Friday Inchcockski caught up with. A good few photographs to get done ready, but with the hands, fingers, arm and leg all being in a calm and friendly mood, I got it done in a reasonable time for once. Before I posted and emailed the link, I went to check on the water leak status in the kitchen.

It was still flowing, and I was a little bothered in case it stained the sink again. So I made up a Heath Robinson affair with a plastic measure spoon and plastic storage pot lid, that diverted the water from the spout, and over the edge of the sink, and the water flowed into a plastic mixing basin in the tub. Which soon started to fill-up. I may not be smart or sacerdotal, but at rare moments like this (when something that to me, is a success!), I can feel like a polymath, a near-genius! Hehehe!

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I got the fresh garden peas podded, and into a saucepan with some demerara sugar, to marinate while I was out shopping.

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. And what a difference this one was! Hardly any pain, all over in two minutes, and no struggling. The extra Movicol-Macrogol had worked. But the time spent in having to clean things up after the evacuation took ages! Ah, well. You can’t win-em-all! I had a wash of the dandies and antisepticated contact points in the wet room. Made a cuppa, and got the Thursday blog emailed and sent off to WordPress.

Back to check on the water overflow from the flat above. Emptied the bowl, wiped some water that had still flowed in the not-so stain-resistant sink, and made another brew for the one that had gone cold. I checked out the pins while waiting for the kettle to boil.

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They looked less inflamed, not so pale, and the water retention seemed to be kept low. The itching from where the old leg ulcer was, on the right ankle, was beginning to tich crazily again. Like worms or maggots were wriggling about, just under the skin. Tsk!

5Fri007baI made a start on this post. Then needed to go on CorelDraw to make up some more header and thought graphics. Took me a few hours, but I got them done.

Went to make another brew, and the wind and rain had some mist with them. Cleared the sink of the incoming water and emptied the bowl.

I spent a long time getting myself into a pickle trying to amend the categories and tags on WordPress. I had to give up, to get the ablutions tended to. Humph!

The ablutions went well, bloodless and only one dropping off the toothpaste. However, the morning sock-glide battle produced a new bruise. I got the black bags sorted and taken to the chute.

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All readied, I went down to the lobby, and a gal there (I keep on forgetting her name, so annoying to me when I do this!), she told me we could now use the walk-through passage, to get to the Oberstgruppenfhreress Wardens holding cells and office, in the Winwood Court building. We had a nibble, I thanked her, and set off. But, the fob would not work at the other end. Some wires were sticking through the wall on the right. I decided to go back and exit via the foyer doors.

WD 0.0.0. The kind lady took me to the caretaker’s room and asked if he could show me how to get through. Rob went with me and pointed out the fob-box. I tried again, and the door opened immediately. That’s another thing about getting old and going senile; one feels a fool more often! Hehe!

The passageway through the door, was a longish one, with flat doors on either side. Mor rooms ar I turned left, and into the Winwood foyer area, where the office for the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens office was located. It was empty and locked up. Pretty penny came through, and we had a jolly good chinwag as we departed and went to the bus stop.

5Fri007bbMarie joined us, and she and Penny went off to catch the 40 bus on Winchester Street. Which left me all alone, and feeling oddly lonely. Sad innit?

I took this picture from the bus stop, showing the new Winwood Court and offices, in all their glory, and cleaner, fresher, than they will ever be shown again. Hehe!

Other tenants soon joined me, and a chinwag was enjoyed with some of them. Caroline’s sister arrived. Both buses arrived at the same time. The hoards surged forward to get on the Bestwood-bound bus Hehe! I struggle through them to get on the City-bound L9. Most of the latecomers had boarded already. A lady kindly let me on next. I got settled, as is usual, on one of the uncomfortable diddy side-saddle seats, with the three-wheeler (being empty) trolley folded to make room for others. The journey to town was spent on the crossword puzzling. I did exceptionally well this morning, on retrying the part finished puzzles and got a few answers. Some of which I should have known before. I surprised myself, at how good this made me feel.

5Fri017I got off last, on Queen Street, and slowly made my way down the hill and through the slab square to Wheeler Gate and the Poundland shop. Where a successful shopping session took place. With then having many items they had not had in lately, caused this old twit, to come out having bought far too much stuff, and struggling with the three-wheeler and overfull carrier bag full of fodder! I came out with: 2×6 mini-bags of Twiglets. Two Pork Farms pork pies, pedal bin bags, and two bottles of Bleach. A bag of birdseed. Orange club biscuits. A ready-made BLT pack of sarnies. A Kit-Kat Special Edition ‘Ruby’ (to treat the Wardens with). Two cans of BBQ chilli & wedges. Payne’s misshapes chocolate almonds. The self-serve checkout machine red light came on twice, the young lady put it right, but I don’t know what I did wrong.

5Fri007cI left and made my way to the Slab Square, and took many photographicalisation. I intend to do a post with all the pictures on in the morning, after updating this blog. There are a good few, with a (hopefully witty) comments or two on every shot!

After I’d finished the enjoyable for once wander around photographicalisationing, I 5Fri20bmade my way to the Queen Street bus stop.

I was the only passenger to get on when the L9 arrived. But at the next stop, the flood of pensioners stampeded aboard. Haha!

But, not any as far I could see, any from the Winwood Heights complex.

I dropped off at the flats and made my way to the Generalfeldmarschalless Wardens office in Winwood Court. The office was locked, but as I was going to turn to use the cut-through passage back to Woodthorpe Court, Dean returned to her holding cell. We spoke in the foyer area. I explained about the leak coming into the sink and explained. She said she would ring someone and get back to me, bless her. A delivery arrived, and she went off to show the driver where she needed the things going. Returning to me, and I handed over the Special Edition ‘Ruby’ Kit-Kats.

5Fri20dBack home to the apartment, and put away the sillily bought purchases. And got the easy-peasy to make meal prepared.

The ready-made sarnies, mini-pork & pickle pies, BBQ meat sticks, fresh garden peas and a few extra tomatoes added. A lemon mousse to follow.

WD 0.0.0. I was digging into it, and enjoying doing so when the landline light lit up! It was the chemist bloke. He wanted to deliver the prescriptions early, as he had to call anyway to someone else in the flats. ‘No problem’ I replied, then returned to the fodderisationing.

WD 0.0.0. Still trying to eat, I thought I heard the door chime. Tsk! It turned out to be the intercom, the chemist and an assistant wanting access! I let them in. Minutes later, the assistant girl arrived with the medications. I took them off of her, thanked her and got back to the now curling-at-the-edges sarnie meal.

WD 0.0.0. The landline rang again! I could hardly hear what he was saying, but I deciphered it as a plumber, telling me he was on his way, to tackle the leak problem. Thanked him, said I was in for the rest of the day and got back again to the nosh-eating. Hoping that it would not be late when he arrived, it was already my usual head-down time gone!

WD 0.0.0. One bite of a sarnie and the landline burst forth again! It was Deana, to tell me about the plumber would be coming today, to look at and do the repairs as needed. I thanked her and decided not to carry on eating. The urge had been demolished with all the interruptions. Oy Vay! 

WD 0.0.0. I got the meal and took it to the kitchen. As I was wrapping it in foil, to eat later… The arm and leg started dancing about, and I dropped the half-plate of food on the floor! And swore! Globangerations! I was getting somewhat peed off now! A ten-second dance routine from the peroneal nerve palsy affected limbs – that had to come just at the time I was wrapping the plate of food using both hands of course! Talk about bad timing! Double Tsk!

Tidied and clean up best I could, and the Nottingham City Homes plumber arrived. I waited for him to end his mobile phone call and showed him the leaf from the overflow pipe. He had a look in the top cold water cupboard, and went off, to fetch some things needed to replace the ball valve I think he said. He made a call on this mobile after checking the tank out.

5Fri20f He soon had things in hand, but got another call on his mobile, and had to nip into the wet room to find the water cut-off. The trolley and cleaners were in the way, but he soon had them moved.

WD 0.0.0.A2 Would you like to Guess who walked into the corner of one of those same doors?

5Sat01Yes, Inchcock doing what he does best again! It made me jump a bit! Haha! I nipped into the other room and cleaned up the wound and put some antiseptic cream on it.

The plumber gentleman soon got it all finished, and was off on his way. I thanked him and cleaned up the spilt soap powder and wet room floor.

WD 0.0.0. I got the Dyson to clean up the dry powder first. But a very odd noise was coming from the machine. On closer inspection, I found some long stringy bits of material had got stuck in the rollers of the vacuum head. I got out the scissors and carefully snipped at the twine-like looking shreds, and got them freed.

WD 0.0.0. Cleaned up the wet room, and went to empty the dust-box. What a clot, the soap powder sprayed out all over the front room, most of it missed the waste bin I was aiming for! I cleaned out the plastic dust box, and dirtied it again when I hoovered up the offending soap powder! My irascibility levels had increased so much, I was ready to have a heart-attack or stroke again! How can one man (speaking least possible manner!), be so unlucky, Whoopsiedangleplop-ridden, ill-omened, burdened, pitiful, jinxed and hapless? Still, you don’t like to complain does yer!

5Fri20e I then spotted the letter from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance department.

WDPright02I am more confused than ever, now. However, the decay with my mind and body deteriorating so fast as it is, this should not be of a surprising nature. Hahaha!

I think that Deana has done a grand job in helping me out with this leaking problem. So, a thank you to her again!

I’m feeling hungry again now! Hehe!

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Wed 27 Feb 19: Melancholies, perturbations, despondencies, fervencies, contentments, gratefulness, sentimentalities, frustrations, even euphoricallness, all played their part today!

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2019 Feb 25

Wednesday 27th February 2019

Swahili: Jumatano 27 Februari 2019

01:35hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand Ci 1968 recliner and utilisationing the Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-wee-Bin within a minute of getting my balance and on my feet! Although I coped without too much hassle in rising this morning, the left foot heel, and the right knee patella were both tender and painful. But this didn’t phase me, because, Kevin Kidney, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Headache Henrietta were all being compliance in the hassle stakes. Fair enough, Duodenal Donald did kick off later, and Henrietta in the afternoon. But things could have been so much worse. The fear of the knee giving way again was my only real worry.

With staying up late (for me) last night, in case the Nottingham City Homes electrician or plumber arrived to sort out the shower for me, meant my sleep pattern was ruined again, although the mystery phone-call waking up must take its share of the blame. Tsk!

I cleaned and refreshed the emergency bucket, and got on with the Health Checks.

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3Wed001aThe Sys was down, but the Dia was up in relation to this. Not that I can fathom out if this good or bad.

WD 0.0.255c I then took the morning medications. But, in doing so, I become cognisant of the fact that I had again forgotten to take the evening doses yesterday! So, I swallowed just the Warfarin, Simvastatin and Indapamide from the evening pot, then took the mornings.

Oh, I do annoy myself at times! Klutz!

I got the computer on to update Monday’s blog… WD 0.0.255c Grrr!

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3Wed01aI went to make a mug of tea while it was down. Only one of the five blue lights were showing on the Virgin box.

The sky and view outside looked rather attractive, so I made a snap of it. Almost like a painting. Don’t you think?

I pondered for a few moments, on who it was that may be out and about in Nottingham at this time in the morning. The emergency services, the muggers, the Pavement Cyclists, sleeping security guards, the burglars, street-sleepers, delivery drivers, importers of illegal immigrants, drug gangs, social security fiddlers, MI5 agents, alcoholics, shoplifters, night porters, Takeaway workers, Dentists working out how to charge more for unnecessary work. Social security claimants, swapping their children with other parents to pretend they each have 24 children to support. NHS staff, the Chat-line operatives, Alcoholics Anonymous, Polish and Romanian gangs stripping the cables from the motorway, and Politicians up late fiddling their expenses, etc.

Back to the computer, and it was working again, now! Hurrah! Made a start on the updating.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the throne. Another messy evacuation. Tried the shower, red lights again. Turned it off. Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding again.

Got on with the blog again, and finished it off and sent it to WordPress.

3Wed05a1I began doing this post for about three hours, then decided to get some breakfast.

A savoury one this morning. Marmite cheese and biscuits, mini pie and a few pickled mushrooms, with a mug of tea.

I watched some accident clips on the U-Tube site. Then went on the WP Reader.

Tried the shower, but still not working. I finished off the Tuesday post. Stand-up ablutions tended to.

Got myself dressed and everything ready for a trip into the City Centre. I was doing the checking to make sure everything was alright and no taps left on, doors open, the stove left on, electrics were safe, etc. when the door chime chirped into life.

08:40hrs: It was two chaps from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, come to look at the shower-head. They checked out the state of the head. Declared they would be back shortly and went to get a showerhead from the van, presumably.

They returned with mud on their shoes and set about fixing the shower for me. The replacement head did not have any controls for the spray. The man told me I can buy one from Wilko if I wanted one. Which is what I decided to do later today. Not so much a luxury for me, more a need. After I have bleeding from the lesion or rear end, I feel the need to have a good lather-up and a strong jet blast from the showerhead, to clean things up well-enough to feel comfortable. I can also give the feet a blast, being as it is uncomfortable for me to reach them. Ah, the joys of old-ageing! Hehe!

I thanked the lads and off they went.

3Wed05a1aFollowed shortly after by me. Both of the lifts were working again.

I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I greeted the five residents in the room with a cheery “Morning each, hope you’re all well!” In return I got, a ‘Hmm!’, a ‘Yea’, a blank stare of surprise, and two ‘Morning’ in reply! I said, “Well, its good to know you’re all so cheerful!” Which got a couple of laughs. We had a little natter between us, which I liked.

I advised Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie of the shower having been done for me, and a little chinwag.

Out to the bus stop for another little chinwagging session. Caroline from the Care Home further up the road provided me with a bit of gossiping en route to town. She is not in good spirits at the moment. Bless her. I tried to cheer her up a bit.

3Wed18We alighted the bus and parted to do our own shopping. I went into the Wilko store in search of a shower-head and liquid soap flakes.

I got the shower head for £11, which I thought a bargain. It has variable settings for the water jet on it. I ended up at the checkout with this head and a bag of jelly babies, the Liquid Soap Flakes, laundry freshener and an air spray.

Then I paid and departed walking over the road and to the Tesco store. I spent a good while sorting through their out of date bread, ending up getting a pack of the bread thins, 3Wed06and they had the Sweet & Sour pot noodles on offer, so I got a couple of them.

Then I had a wander around, along Milton Street and up by the KFC through Trinity Square, down Trinity Walk, then over Parliament Street and down King Street to the slab square.

There were so many more retail units closed down in Nottingham than I’ve ever seen. This does not bode well for the future.

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The things I’d seen today, closed shops, sour faces, etc. had got to me. I felt a little depressed. Made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop to wait for the lift home. A gentle tap on my back was felt, it was Caroline joining me at the stop. She chatted with me as we drove home on the bus. I gave her a take-care and thumbs-up as she departed to her home.

Had a quick few words with the residents getting on the bus I’d just got off of. I enjoy having these sarcastic comments, insults and smiles thrown at me from the gang when I get back home. Hehehe!

I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Brigadeführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Detention cells. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and informed the Guards that I had got the showerhead, and gave them a flash of it. Hehehe! Deana kindly told me to let her know if I need any help fitting it. Bless her cotton socks!

3Wed14The temporary-footpath from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court that is partly-shared with the contractor’s cranes, diggers, tractors, the delivery lorries, and dog-walkers will be sadly missed when its all over (If I’m still alive then, of course). As will the heart-helping shocks of nearly getting knocked-over or into.

Crossing this road to the foyer is most inspiring and nervous-making! Haha! They have no 3Wed19options but to block things, it’s the nature of the building game.

Into the flat, had a wee-wee SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee variety) and put the purchases away.

WD 0.0.255c Putting away the liquid-soap-flakes, the bottle slipped through the fingers as Colin-cramps interfered with the process. The good part was it didn’t burst open… the sad part is it bounced up and landed right down on my corn!

Then I got the nosh planned. I would have some meat sarnies using the wholemeal bread thins, with plenty of sliced tomatoes. 3Wed21I got the oven warming up to cook the oven chips, then made up the sarnies. I might add a few pickled mushrooms as well. Ah, the life of a megalithic, epicurean, gastronome! Hehehe!

I put the chips in when the oven had heated up.

I got a rinse and changed into the jammie bottoms and tops for once. Checked the pins (legs). The ‘Nobbliness’ was returning, and the fluid appeared to be increasing again?

Had another wee-wee, they seem to be coming more frequently tonight. Did the Health Checks.

3Wed20The whole nosh was excellent this time out. The chips, although pale looking, tasted wonderful. And I judged the amount right for my taste-buds for once.

Had a wee-wee. Washed up. Sat down with a mug of tea, and fell asleep.

WD 0.0.255c But not for long, in fact, only about an hour or so. An almighty (or so it seemed at the time) banging that lasted only a few seconds woke me up.

I got up to take a look around. I ended up not knowing if I’d actually heard a noise or dreamt it? Nothing untoward found.

Did the last belated Health Checks and the medication imbibing.

As I lay there back in the £300 second-hand rickety ci 1968 recliner, I wondered if I should watch the TV or not… it didn’t matter, off I drifted into a nightmare-ridden sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock – Wed 12th Dec 2018: Nocturnal Nibbling Guilt. Wiring work was done. Graphics created. Dizzy Dennis caused me a tumble

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Wednesday 12th December 2018

Vietnamese: Thứ Tư ngày 12 tháng 12 năm 2018

WD 51.0.0 023:00hrs: I woke up, bestraddled over, around and hanging half-off-on of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. With conscience-wracking, incriminating, nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me! I’d been at some jelly-babies, the proof being is as I found one in the fold of my stomach as I first attempted to move. This sweet was partially covered in crumbs that looked suspiciously like being from salted biscuit thins to me.

I painfully recovered my wandered-off of its own accord left leg from where it was hanging over the recliner arm and dangling above the division of the easy-chair. This is not the most puzzling part though; How the hell did I physically get the limb into that position in the first place? That is the real mystery!

The next dilemma came, when, as I attempted to rise up out of the recliner, I found that I had one slipper on, which of course would not be on while I got my head down. Why?

My spotting the Scottish Shorties biscuit crumbs on the recliner and carpet did not surprise me, not after my earlier discoveries. What a Zhlub! I had a cleaning up session, but managed without any toe-stubbings, losing, dropping banging into anything. Luckily, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were being kind to me and leaving me alone so far.

I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.

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Sys was higher, and the Dia went down? I’m not sure if this is bad or not, but it didn’t seem right to me? For some reason, despite my naughtiness in the nocturnalness, the weight had gone down the tiniest bit. I wondered if I had been noctambulations last night? I cannot remember eating or moving about, or any somnambulism.

3Wed01aAh, it isn’t raining this morning either.

I took this picture from the unwanted new kitchen with the light, and view-blocking thick plastic frames and more glass to clean than before and rain dribbles in when you open them, window.

As I got the computer on to update the Tuesday post, guess what happened… a shock I know. (Sarcastic Mode Adopted!)

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This wee’d me off.

3Wed03So I went and made a brew and got the mushrooms with some sliced turnips in the crock-pot on a low setting. I added just a drop of balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce and a dash of lemon juice. I hope to be able to eat whatever it is I end up cooking with the meal. The last two meals, I threw more away than I ate. Could this be a cause of my nocturnal nibbling? (Note the search for an excuse or justification there? Hehe!)

The Virgin Media was still playing up, so I responded to my early-warnings and went off to utilize the Porcelain Throne. By gum, that was a good session, almost like a normal one, I almost enjoyed it!

Back to the computer and finished off the updating and got it sent off to WordPress. Liberty Global-Virgin Media Internet was no longer cutting out, but it was going a tad slow.

I went on the WP Reader and replied and made some comments on others blogs.

On to the TFZer Facebook.

Then to get some page top headers for the Inchcock Today’s sorted. I’ve only got two left to use.

WD 51.0.0 Popped into the kitchen found I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. Without hot water now for around eight-hours! Grumph and Oy Vey!

I got a few graphics done, but need many more before I can make a start on the drafts.

Doing reasonably well now… Hello, the doorbell chimeth.

It’s the bloke to do the drilling setting and prep work for the new Intercom set-up. So much for asking for my choice of 08:00 to 10:00hrs for the job to be done (1245hrs  now). He’s got to keep the door open while he does it. Blooming cold with the wind coming in. Hey-ho, its got to be done.

I did an Asda (Walmart) order for tomorrow. Last few pressies of the consumable kind, some mini wines for Si… I’d better not say, they might read this. Hehe! Vinegar, veg, fruit and some cream cakes as extra treats for the gals.

He’s started now with his drilling. Nice chap.

I checked the seasoned mushrooms and turnips, they are looking good. But with having to wait until the gentleman finished his tasks until I can eat and then get my head down, a little later than usual.

Back to getting the graphics done on CorelDraw and Paint.

Enough, I’m worn out now, poor old thing.

Got the nosh sorted. 3Wed05

Texas BBQ sausages, mushrooms turnips, and tomatoes.

I managed to eat nearly all of it tonight. So I hope this shows the return on my appetite! Poetry was sneaking in there, I see! Hehe!

The chap finished his work and shot off to do another flat. I took these photographicalisations of the work done in the corridor.

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I think the cabling will be covered mayhaps by the coving will eventually go along the ceiling -wall corners to hide the Fire Sprinklers later in the new year.

Got the pots washed.

WPA02 While doing them, Dizzy Dennis attacked – and oh boy, it was a nasty one that left me on the floor. This rarely happens, in fact, it’s many months since this happened. I cannot recall falling over at all, just being there and trying to get back up.

On the bright side, apart from a little bump on the head, I was feeling okay almost immediately I came round out of the confusion. I later found a bruise on the elbow, but it wasn’t a painful one. Best of all, with the blood being so thin at the moment, I did not cut myself anywhere. A silver-lining in everything if you search long enough.

Being the hard, battling, robust and resilient chap I am, this incident did not bother me in the slightest. Fib-telling Mode Adopted! Hehe!

The hot water was back on now, but it was too late for me to have an ablutions session, I felt so tired-out.

When I got settled into the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner, Dizzy Dennis visited again. No chance of me falling over this time, Hehe! Mind you, I could have fallen out of or off of the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner. Haha! But didn’t, and Dennis’s attack was only a mild one this time.

AS I sat there considering if I ought to watch a DVD, the TV or read a book… Zzz!

Inchcock – Wed 31 Oct 2018: Wednesday Whoopsiedangleplops frustrations and finally… Sleep… Oh, Joy!

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Willmott-Dixon lads still grafting away at getting the upgrade done… somewhere? Hehehe!

Wednesday 31 October 2018

Swahili: Jumatano Oktoba 31, 2018

0000hrs: I’ve been up now, apart from the two-hour nod-off, since 2300hrs on Monday! Not feeling too good now at all. The cause of my dilemma, the none-arrival of the Emergency Response plumber or electrician whichever they are sending, to sort out my lack of hot water in the wet room and kitchen taps. I was assured they would arrive yesterday, up to 2200hrs. So, stayed awake best I could to receive them. I left the door unlocked just in case I fell asleep and did not hear the door chime ring, they could let themselves in. No signs of attendance though, no notes through the door. I even avoided listening to the radio or TV/DVD, I have to use the headphones to hear these, and again, did not want to miss the expected engineers whatever. It is now 0100hrs this Wednesday morning, and my health is not good. Weariness, fretting and worrying, along with a little depression still linger. The usual for me, nagging doubt that I have got something wrong continues to bug me.

I am not complaining. Just telling you how I feel. No animosity felt against anyone. I feel so glad that have somewhere to get help from. I’ll be being looked after later today, I’m sure. The Nottingham City Homes repair team must be very busy with the sudden frost and ice, possible burst pipes to deal with?

I’ll probably spend a day and a half under the shower with the carbolic soap after the problem is fixed. Hehehe!

I was still fully clothed for the arrival of the help, and I disentangled my weary bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner. I checked the door for any notes put through it but found none. Then went on an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. Surprising, it could be the icy snap yesterday morning, but there were only a few of the weevil bodies found anywhere. Maybe, ten in all of the rooms. But, the tricky little things had caught me out before like this, and returned in force the next day! Haha! I still gave a spray of the bug killer in each room.

I put some water filled saucepans onto a low light to have hot water without waiting too long, later on. Put the kettle on and made a brew of Assam tea.

Then got the Health Checks done, then took the medications.

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3Wed001The readings, Sys and Dia, were both down a bit, good news that is. Maybe, my being so tired, has affected them?

The brain seemed a little confused as well. A lack of confidence, self-doubt, and timidity was dominant amidst the usual fretting and worrying about all and sundry, without distinction.

My sanity and rationality department felt like it was on Defcon Three: Possible insanity approaching!

As usual, as soon as I’d made the brew, I was summoned to the Porcelain Throne. Tsk! The evacuation was liquified enough to make me take a Dia-Limit capsule with the usual morning mediations.

Washing up entailed a ludicrous, I’d say absurd procedure that did not go well at all. Out of the wet room to the kitchen, get a saucepan of hottish water from the stove, back to the wet room, pour it in the sink, return to the kitchen and refill the receptacle and replace on the stove hob. Back to the wet room…

WD0.60.0 Only to find that I had not put the sink plug in correctly and the water in the sink had drained away! Back to the kitchen and fetched the other saucepan of luke-warm water back to the wet room. Made sure the plug was tight in the hole, poured in the water…

WD0.60.0 And, thanks to a visit from Shaking Shaun at just the most inopportune moment, I dropped the pan on the floor. It landed as one would have expected, on my corned toe!

3Wed05aWD0.60.0 I bent down to retrieve it and clouted my forehead on the edge of the sink! I have a nice little bruise on the head now. Klutz! ‘Oh, how I wish the repair people had arrived yesterday!’

Swore quietly for a little while. Washed my hands, returned the pan to the kitchen, refilled it and back onto the stove. Then back to the wet room to clean it up and remove the blood.

My depression increased, understandably mind. Haha!

3Wed03 - CopyWith a stinging toe, an aching head, and a feeling of being jinxed, down on my luck, hapless, ill-omened, cursed, disaster-prone, bedevilled, foreordained for failure, accident-prone, and self-detrimental; I wondered what terrible things I must have done in my previous life to deserve this one! I got the computer on. I left the TV on with a view of the foyer entrance, just in case I spot any help with the hot water travesty arriving.

I might top myself, but I’d most likely get that wrong too! Temporary Down-in-the-mouth Mode Adopted!

Off for a wee-wee. (To save time and space, let’s take it that I did this about a minimum of at least thirteen times today).

I went to make another mug of tea for the one that had gone cold.

3Wed03I took this photo while waiting for the kettle to boil. It brought about a Thinking Spell to my tortured mind: Thousands of homes, and more people out there… How many had let two mugs of tea go cold? How many had clouted their head on the sink? How many had dropped a saucepan of hot water? How many have an infestation of Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles? How many have no hot water? How many have had two hours kip in the last 34 hours? How many… Oh, forget it! Hehehe!

I pulled myself together (loosely) and got on with the updating of yesterdays appallingly horrific tale of Woe. Got it sent off. Went on WordPress Reader page.

I mused over today’s plans. I had wanted to go to Arnold to see, feed and talk to the mallard ducks. But that is off the cards now, as I have to wait within this weevil infested, hot-waterless, untidy, filthy view and light-blocking windows, apartment, (But its home all the same) just in case the Nottingham City Homes repairer calls to examine my hot water loss. Unless he or they or she comes early enough for me to escape to the Park pond. Farting around with boiling kettles and saucepans to get hot water, is very trying and proving a bit dangerous for me. I may have mentioned this before, Hahaha!). With so little sleep, this might not be a good idea, though?

Made a start on this diary.

Did a new post of the Willmott-Dixon funnies update and got it posted off. Here are a few of the new ones on the new blog. This cost me over three hours.

 

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The new update is here. Wilmott-Dixon Fun Update

I’m getting a bit stressed about the maintenance help still not having arrived. The last thing I need is them coming at night. The ticker and ailments aren’t too good at the moment with the lack of sleep I’m getting. I’ll ring Oberscharführeress Warden Deana to see if she has any information. I don’t like to bother her really with the hassle she is coping with, the flats upgrading and all that. But I dare not go out to see her, in case the workers arrive while I’m out. I’ll do it now.

WD0.60.0 Will something ever go right for me! I’d misplaced Deana’s telephone number. I knocked on Doris, my lovely neighbour’s door and asked if she had the telephone number for me, and she gave it to me, then she offered to ring Deana on her phone for me. Let me in and handed me the landline phone. How kind of her to help. Deana to ring me back after ringing the maintenance.

I thanked the gal and returned to the flat. Five minutes later, Deana rang back. She’d been told that the maintenance man arrived last night at 1820hrs. Gobsmacked me! They have reprogrammed me in again, within the next four hours. *I am to ring her back just before 1600hrs if they have not arrived.

I suppose they could have called, but with the two-door chimes I’ve installed, I am sure I would have heard them. I left the door open as well, unlocked so they/he/she could have opened it and shouted to me?  I had the CCTV monitor on as well and kept peeping at it. I did not have the TV on or radio but read the book so I could listen out. And, I kept my hearing aids in, too! Also, why no note through the door telling me, that they had called? Ah, well, we’ll see what happens later.

I hope they can sort the problem out. Of course, with the heating being on night-rate or whatever it is they call it, this means if it gets repaired, I should be getting hot water by the morning… I hope.

I really am so tired now. Thus the niggliness accompanies it, mostly annoyed at me. The tiny mark on the head is starting to get painful now, as well. However, only Hippy Hilda and Shaking Shaun, (He causes me to stutter as well you know, just thought I’d mention it in case any clever physician reads this and can give some advice, Hehehe!) are giving bother at the moment, so I mustn’t complain.

Did the Health Checks and medications were imbibed. Went to make a brew of tea.

I cloth-cleaned an area where I spilt the water from the saucepan in the kitchen. I put the rag in the little bowl and added some disinfectant and bleach, left it to soak while I made the cuppa

WD0.60.0 Only to find two Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles. One in the water and one on the muslin cloth when I retrieved it to wash it!

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The illegal immigrant beasts are not done with me yet!

I did not let this stop me from enjoying my china mug of tea!

3Wed07Having the hearing aids in, I heard a noise and went to investigate. It was the INR Warfarin blood test result. So how come I could not hear the maintenance man or men that came, when they presumably rang the ringer and knocked on the door? Not a good level, down to 1.9, but not critical or much to worry about.

Next appointment to be made for Tue 6th November. I sent an email requesting one as early in the day as possible. No reply yet. Fancy that!

Spenta long time on Facebooking, then…

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Made a weeks medicine pots.

I hope the team gets here soon to do the hot water failure for me. I’m so tired and hungry, too. No point in getting anything to eat yet, until the crew has left and I can get the nosh and settle down to fall asleep. That’s the plan anyway.

*1545hrs, no one had come yet about the water heater. Rang to inform Deana, who rang them and then rang me back. “They are very busy, but will get to me sometime tonight!” (2200hrs?) With my only having 2.5 hours sleep over nearly three days now, what’re the chances that I really will fall asleep and miss them!?!?!? If they do come, that is off course.

3Wed09And, still no reply from the surgery about the blood test date!

I’m not feeling well. Chronically tired and sleepy. Hungry. Despondent. And, I have to say, pissed-off with life at this moment! Sod-all is going right.

So, I can’t watch any DVDs or TV again tonight as well, for fear of missing the repairers. Can’t have a shower or get into my night attire, or have a meal.

So frustratingly depressed with it all. The bags under my eyes have bags under them! Now Dizzy Dennis has started to kick- off!

Did the last Health Checks, boy are the reading high, now!

And, yet still no reply from the surgery about the blood test date, or any signs of the maintenance personages!

I dare not sit down in the chair for fear of nodding-off, so I tried to carry on doing some Inchcock page top graphics prep work for later use. Although concentration was at a minimum now.

Around 1810hrs, I spotted a suspected Help-Bringer on the CCTV screen enter the outer doors – saw him press the buttons on the wall-pad, and my intercom-phone rang out in the hallway. Great Joy! I answered and pushed the enter buttons. Moments later, a young man arrived at the door of the flat.

Introduced himself as the electrician – I welcomed him in and he started to check out the electrics on the boiler. He was slim, tall, had hair on his head, all his own teeth, damned good looking, fit, handsome even and so young… but I didn’t hold that against him. Hehehe!

All reset in five minutes! The water had apparently got too hot, and it had tripped-out? Thanked him and off he went. I checked to make sure I had not left the cooker, lights on, or taps running.

Now it was decision time for me. I was feeling hungry, but this was overtaken by the more desperate need for sleep. So, I had a small bag of Cheeselets and a mug of orange juice for sustenance and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to consume both of them.

Then, as I worried about my not getting up in time for the 0600hrs>0700hrs food delivery in the morning, (I feared I’d sleep through late with my only getting 3 hours sleep since Tuesday morning) I drifted off into blissful sleep!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 20th March 2018: What a stonkingly-shitty, sclerotic, stinking, and shlimazel-ridden, stressfull day! Grumph!

Tuesday 20th March 2018

Uzbek: 2018 yil 20 Mart Seshanba Kuni

0315hrs: I woke with the brain engaged and fretting over what needed doing today for the coming visit from the Building Team. I went through the details in my befuddled mind: They are coming in the PM. Time for me to get all three room sorted? Got the laundry to do, not today or tomorrow though… ah, tomorrow, Wednesday the workers are coming in the morning, and I will not be here cause I’ve got the blood test at 0905hrs at the surgery with Nurse Ann. I’ll have to sort out what to do about that later, go to see someone and ask advice on it. I can’t move the chairs in the front room, have to tell them this when they arrive this afternoon, must remember this…

The most amazing thing just happened. There I was typing away and concentrating, and a massive sudden sneeze shook me to the core. After I finished blowing and wiping myself with the paper towel, the computer screen looked like it had exploded. Text highlighted, corner markers on the top photo and a message asking me if I wanted to do something I could not understand, with some sort of code numbers and letters showing? I declined the offer that I could not understand. Then after a while, I followed what had happened, or rather what had caused these things to happen. When the sneeze came, bodily fluids shot out and hit the screen! I wiped off the escaped nasal content carefully and gently. This computer has a touch screen thingy, and I don’t know how to turn in off. Anyway, all seems back to normal now. I sensed that today was not going to be a good one!

I’d lost any connection with what I was thinking that needed concentrating on now. Besides, my attention turned to the more urgent needs of getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner and making my way to the Porcelain Throne, post haste. A similar session to yesterday, rich dark blood and a lot of it from Harold’s Haemorrhoids (I hope, hehe). Got cleaned up.

Made a brew and did the health checks.

Took the medications and pondered further on what needed doing today.

I mysteriously found some will-power and semi-determination, to get on and sort the three-rooms out straight away!I made a start in the spare room.

With a rare resolution, to get the job done in one blast of enthusiasm!

SPARE ROOM:

I did a lot of moving stuff out of the way, the stack I put some of them on, collapsed and that had to be sorted out. The things I could not move, because they were either too stubborn to let me or too heavy, I left where they were.

I’ll ask for some help from the working lads when they arrive. It did not look any different to when I started. Huh!

FRONT ROOM:

Now the messy room was started work on. Sorted the paperwork first, and got it into the appropriate folders and case.

Tried to move the recliner and easy-chair, but both presented too much effort, and it was beyond my physical capabilities.

The old armchair was one of its cube-shaped legs, that has come loose. It is a 1962 E-plan piece of furniture: it was just too heavy for me to handle. Tsk! I managed to move the writing desk that Duncan Robertson bought me when I first moved into the flat, Bless Him, and the small chair to the back of the room. Along with the folder case. Moved some DVDs and got carried away soring them on their shelves, getting it all wrong chronologically and theme-wise. I’m sorry I started this, I’ll never find the one I want to watch next time now. Hehe! Dare not touch the electrics. It did not look much different from when I started. Huh!

KITCHEN. Ah, the kitchen. One heck of a job this one. Cleared the window ledge, but had difficulty in finding where to put the stuff I removed.

Swept the floor, which prompted me to give it a mopping, then. I needed the floor cleaner bottle, but I’d blocked getting into the cupboard for it with the gear taken off of the window ledge. So, I Moved the items back onto the window ledge and got the mopping up done.

Got the mop and bucket, did the floor cleaning and emptied the window shelf once again.

Around 0530hrs, I’d got it all finished in a fashion.

Feeling a little self-satisfied, but disappointed because it did not look much different from 2Tue05when I started. Huh! As the photos indicate, the top one was taken before I started on the room, bottom one after I’d say supposedly finished. I’m shattered now, and Dizzy Dennis has started hassling me.

I made a brew to celebrate, nearly dropped it and lost some content, which went over my hand, the counter, and the newly mopped floor!

Leaving oddly coloured purple marks on the fingers, which, when they had some antiseptic cream rubbed on them, changed to a faint blue colour. Work that one out if you can?

I got on the computer to start this post off.

2Tue08aThe view outside when I made another cuppa was grand.

Got this post done up to here, and went on to finish off yesterdays blog. I found an old blog that had not been completed, and the photos had disappeared. But I posted it anyway for a laugh.

Went to the WordPress Reading page. Then on comments.

Then2Tue08c got on with the ablutionisationing session. I’m feeling tired-out already today. Hehe!

There I was, having done the teggies, Little Inchies Lesion treating. Showered and shaving. About to treat Harold’s Haemorrhoids and the door chime rang out! Wrapped a towel around me, opened the door and gave the Willmott-Brown bloke with the clipboard one hell of a shock! Hahaha!

He asked if they could fit my windows today. ‘No problem’ I replied, off he popped, saying they would be with me when they have finished the flats above windows.

Finished the drying off and made a brew of the Assam tea, and got on with updating this post. Later, I realised I had not medicated the haemorrhoids when the agony reminded me. Hehe!

While I was awaiting the crew, team or whatever the workmen are known as I went on CorelDraw to do some more advance page-top funny graphics.

A chap arrived, and we had a natter he then shut me in the front room to reduce the noise and dust pollution for me. No food or drink for me then.

Back on CorelDrawing.

Blimey, it soon got proper-cold in here. What it must be like for the blokes doing the job, I dread to think. A good job they get paid well. Decent sounding type of lad. Back to CorelDraw.

I escaped my imprisonment to get a woolly hat out of the airing cupboard and took these pictures of the sticky-film the lad had put down, to protect the carpet I assume.

I also turned up the heater in the main room.

T’was the Willmott-Brown bloke with the clipboard. The balcony doors were being delivered later on. And he wanted to get them fitted in the morning instead of the afternoon. I told him about my appointment with the nurse for the blood test and my having to leave at 0800hrs to get there in time. He’s to get here at 0800hrs, and I can give him a key, or let them in and shoot off. It’s all go here innit? Hehehe!

Not only cold, but I’m now getting hungry, tired and weary as well. Brrr! Can’t get into the kitchen make a mug of tea either. Humph!

Concentration (As is usual at this time), was shot to pieces.

I went on YouTube to watch some motoring accident clips.

They are now taking off the outer-concrete, or whatever it is called from the balcony above. Which calls for a lot of drilling it seems. I’m gonna be a nervous wreck at this rate today. Tired, irritable, cold and hungry! Chilled to the bone. I can hear the removed chunks of whatever it is they are taking off falling onto my balcony, some big lumps of it flying about.

The chap on the hoist appears everytime the drilling stops to collect and bag up some of it. Better him, out there than me, doing the job. Haha!

But I must admit to liking the smell of the sealant they are using on the windows in the other two rooms.

I’m going to have to put the oil-filled heater on as well, now. Double-Brrr!

Oh, what an excellent day I’m having, they are now starting to drill on my balcony, and the spectacles have broken. The nose bit had fallen off. Can I find it? No!

Great Balls of Fire, what next! I bent down to get the plug to put the heater on, and Anne Gyna was not happy with me at all. Her being aggrieved and disgruntled, of course, meant more discomfort for me…

Oh, Gawd, I’ve missed the medications and health checks! I’m fed-up and disgruntled myself now!

I did a Health Check and made a cuppa (No sign of the workers and the kitchen had been swept). They may have said cheerio, but with me taking the hearing aids out, because of the noise, I might not have heard them. Took the medications and did another Health Check on the sphygmomanometer to catch up on the record log.

The lads outside were packing up, I caught them as they went down in the hoist.

Catching a view of the new window.

All locked up so I can’t mess with it and ruin anything for them.

Apparently, even to a mechanical and handyman moron like myself, they could not do the replastering around the edges yet until it had settled.

The left side didn’t have too many holes in it, but the right one was well knocked about.

Also, there were plenty of meat flies around the windows and kitchen.

I counted eleven. I reckon most were coming out from the right-hand side.

When I took a photo of that area, I realised that I could see many of them in the picture and on the window glass.

Proof that the Onergruooenfurheresses were wrong in laughing at me, and giving me sideways looks, many weeks ago when I told them that meat flies appeared in the kitchen.

Humph! Hehe!

Two openings in the new window, with a sideways motion. I hope that I can still hang out enough to take some down shots when they get opened end for use. Mary said, she had to wait a week for her plastering to get done on her windows and longer for the balcony ones to be done.

I think it might be awkward and too high for me to get out to photograph through them.

But, soon, I hope, the balcony will be done so I can use that to get the lower shots?

The lock wires I assume will be removed later.

Bits of plaster and dust were found everywhere, in the sink the cutlery, the cooker, food pots etc. But it is to be expected, so no bother to me.

Getting all the things back in place can wait. For the balcony, windows will be being done tomorrow, and more mess and hassle created made.

Later, sometime after that, the balcony itself will be positioned, not to be used then naturally, until the rendering has been done and dried. Did you see that? I’m getting into the terminology too now! Hehe!

2Tue14I visited the spare room to take a look at the new window in there.

Dead the same as the one in the kitchen.

They should be easier to clean than the old ones form one point of view; They will now need turning around with the finger trapping mechanism of the old ones. But; I’ll need the steps to reach to the top… hang on though, I’ll have another look, back in a second or two.

I’m back. Aha, the new windows do open inwards, so should be more accessible for cleaning after all! I can get to them with the step ladders without any bother. He says with high confidence and hope!

Things seemed a little brighter, doubly so, cause the sun came out, and it was beautiful to look at. I photographed it, but of course, I had to do it through the uncleanable none opening windows, but it was almost breathtaking to me. Of course, it is nothing compared to what they get elsewhere, especially in the likes of Australia, Canada or Albuquerque, but I liked it.

It dawned on me that I still have the Fire Sprinklers, new communication devices and Tannoy system to be fitted. And these windows and balcony upgrades will not be finished and ready for use for a while yet. My doubly brighter outlook soon dimmed. But that is because I’m so tired, and hungry, and concerned about tomorrows work on the balcony doors being done and my INR blood test appointment being with Nurse Ann thus, I will miss seeing Nurse Nichole. Its all a plot you know! Hehe!

I got the oven warming up and updated this diary.

The meal was welcomed and tastily too. (Can’t find the photo I took of it?)

Put the tray on the other easy chair and fell asleep; for ten minutes. The landline rang forth! It was another take-away delivery person telling me he’s outside the house with my pizza delivery. I said a few choice words and rang out, putting the phone down gently.

After that, sleep did not return for ages. I assumed I was overtired and feeling niggly with things. Eventually, I nodded off and got three hours kip. I had to force myself to get up with all the things going on today. Humph!

What a stonkingly-shitty, sclerotic, stinking, and shlimazel-ridden, stressfull day! Grumph!

Inchcock Today – Monday 19th March 2018

Monday 19th March 2018

Gujarati: સોમવાર 19 મી માર્ચ 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got this post started up to here.

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

Facebooking tried. Slow, but got through it.

Started to create a TFZer graphic.

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

Tended to the ablutions and medicating procedures next.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ended up walking on the road along Chestnut Walk.

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

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

Things looked terribly bleak out there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So disappointing!

Back CorelDrawing.

Completed Sandies Latest Film.

Then got the nosh all ready for gobbling up.

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

1Mon09And when it came to settling in the £300 second-hand chair to watch a DVD and eat the meal, it was the same. In fact, I think I might have fallen asleep while consuming it.

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

1Mon10The sky looked so beautiful tonight.

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

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

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

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

Inchcock Today, Sun 4th December 2016: Nottingham City Homes repair man called and got the storage heater working, WC Porcelain Whoopsiedangleplop: best of all, I got to talk to Olive today.

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Sun 4th December 2016

Lithuanian: Saulė 4. 2016 Gruodis

0314hrs: Up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner in no time. Off for a WRHD session. A little easier this morning, compared to yesterday’s session, although another long job. Read a bit of the Clarkson book, and tried to recall the dreams again, without any luck. I hate that when sometimes I make notes if I wake up in between dreams or can even recall from memory some of them occasionally, then like the last couple of day, there is nothing there! Humph!

I didn’t seem so cold this morning, and this made me check to see if the storage radiators had come back on… no, of course not.

Computer turned on and did an extra post, a bad poem about Novembers Whoopsiedangleplops.

Had to tend to a second WRHD session, a lot worse than the first one, bloodier but not as painful. Old age eh? Huh!

Got the vegetables prepared and into the Crock-Pot. Parsnips, leeks, peas, red onions, carrots, cubed some potatoes and water chestnuts. Seasoned with beef so I can have a beef and potato stew of sorts later.

Did the diary updates, then went on Facebook… for three hours. Tsk!

dsc00387Put the towel on the  airer/dryer thingamabob to warm up in readiness for my shower and ablutionisationing session later.

Made another mug of tea and made the decision to go out for a walk in Woodthorpe Park today.

To see the tree copse and dogs walking their owners, I’ll take the camera with me. At this, I put the camera in the bag so I didn’t forget it later.

Then got myself prepared in the wet-room for a 7sun01agood showering, shaving and another sh… well, never mind. All cleaned and smelling fresh, I placed the bath towel onto the airer.

Got the bag ready to go and get some bits from Sherwood and get a bit of a walk in the park to see the dogs, then I went to see Olive at number 68.

Malcolm was there visiting and we all had a chinwag. When Olive heard that the repair men had not been out to me like they assured me they would yesterday, she got on the blower and told them, arranging, Bless her, for them to call after 1300hrs today to tend once again to the storage radiator.

I worked out I had plenty of time to get some shopping bits in (2hrs 10min) and get back before 1300hrs. Picked up some jars for the recycling bank to go with my ones. I thanked Olive, gave her a smacker on the lips and set off.

7sun02Someone had been busy decorating the lift and lobby area.

Caretakers, I suppose, we don’t see these very often lately around here. Nice for these invisible men to get treble time for Sundays

Someone told me they saw one of them actually smiling the other day, just seeing one now and then would do for me, so I could get help lifting and carrying when needed. Always costs one a decent ‘Tip-backhander’, but still, they made a decent job of the Christmas decorations considering what they had to work with. And of course, it makes the place look special – as folks don’t often see 1960’s decorations nowadays. Hehe!

Out and down Chestnut Walk, dropping the jars off at the bottle bank.

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7sun02aRight down Winchester Street and just passed the bus stop, I turned back and took a photograph up the hill. When I got the camera out the road was full of traffic, soon as I got it ready they had all gone. A dodgy spot to cross the road here. The roadway beyond is even steeper and the vehicles come belting around the corner. Soon as I put the camera away the traffic started again. Tsk! Busy for a Sunday, although this photograph indicates not. Hehe!

Down onto Mansfield Road and into the Co-op Store – I didn’t buy anything, just had a nosey. Out and up the hill into the Wilko, where I got a bottle of Dettol lavender, Touch-Screen Wipes and toothpaste. Up to the Bugeon Store, bought nothing.

7sun03Out and up through Woodthorpe Park.

Loved watching the dogs having fun.

Down towards the flats and took a picture of my beloved little Tree Copse. Looking ultra thin now and perhaps a bit sad.

Down to the flats in plenty of time to be in when the Repairman calls (12040hrs)

Attended to the urgent call for a WRHD session.

7sun04Oh, dearie me… yet another Whoopsiedangleplop!

Found that the toilet bowl was leaking! Not too severely, but nonetheless worrying.

Cleaned it up and put down paper towels, which were soon soaked again. I’ll have to ask Olive or Deana to give the Repair Team another call for me. Fed-up with things going wrong!

Got the meal cooking and put the evening medications in a pot near the £300 second-hand recliner for later.

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Put my finger on this printing to show how small it really is! Humph!

The NCH repairman arrived and within a  few seconds he’d worked out that the first repairman who I waited 30 days for and came four days ago, had turned off the power at the electricity box to work on the radiator and not turned it back on. He said it should be working tonight.

He kindly read the instructions on the Screen Cleaner Wipes out to me, cause the print is so very small.

7sun05Got the fodder served up.

Enjoyed this effort with relish.

Minced beef, Crock-Pot vegetables; Onions, carrots, peas, green beans, parsnips and leeks. Oven chips and cubed boiled potatoes. Lemon Drizzle to follow.

Worth all the preparation and cleaning up afterwards this one was. Rated it at 9.69/10.

I didn’t find out until the morning, but I missed taking the evening medications. Humph!

Innit marvellous, I finally get the storage heater going, and then the bloody toilet starts leaking! I may have said this before, but I’m fed-up with calamities and Whoopsiedangleplops!

Tried watching some TV, but spent most of the viewing time nodding off.

Friday 2nd December 2016 – Inchcock Today: Indoors, Whoopsiedangleplops, Frustration, Bleeding and lonely Day. Humph!

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Friday 2nd December 2016

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμ, 2016

0300hrs: Woke with a jump. Thought a moment, trying to claw back the memories of the dreams I was again certain I’d been having, but with no luck at all. The needs for a WRHD session forced me to climb out of the £300 second-hand recliner, which worked perfectly this morning I might add, and off to the wet-room. Where the most worrying event of the week so far took place. The struggle to pass and the copious bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold frit me a bit. So much so, I took a photograph to show to the doctor of the blood in the WC bowl and the paper used. Gawd, I hope this doesn’t happen next time.

5fri02Took an extra senna tablet with the morning medications. Also found that the Friday pot of medicines was empty? I think I may have taken two lots yesterday morning perhaps.

This might be why I was in such a depressed mood? I took the days medications from the drawer below with the packets and pots in and took them.

Looks like a pharmacy when I open these drawers. Hehe!

The temperature was higher in the kitchen today. 60°f. The radiator that was ‘repaired’ yesterday is still not working. Left the little oil-filled one I had to buy on 24/7.

Had to have a good few WRWWs during the morning, all day for that matter. Little Inchy was red, raw and tender, but only leaking blood from the lesion a little… yet. Just as well, cause with what I lost yesterday and this morning flood of blood, things might get serious.

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Both arrived within minutes of each other too?

Finished the diary for Thursday off and got it posted. Checked the emails. One of which confused me from British Gas. I clicked the link, signed in to see my account as the option in the email suggested. This told me I was in debt by £195.03. I printed this off. The letter they sent me told me I was £329.03 in debt?

This confused me.

Did some graphicalisationing, then started this diary off and went on Facebook for a while. A long, long while, but I enjoyed it. Got some TFZ graphics completed and posted on Facebook.

Here’s a couple of them.

whojanllansjoyce whotomandRang Olive to explain why I was not visiting but got no answer. Did an email to Obergupenfurheress Deana about the heater not working.

Around 1100hrs, still no nurse or delivery arrived and the heater that had been supposedly reset still not working, I got the ablutions done, a stand-up job today in case anyone came while I was in the shower. Left the door open so I could hear the bell if they did. They didn’t.

5fri04Spent a few hours sorting the paperwork I’d let myself get behind with. Naughty Boy!

Not an easy task for someone with mu memory – or rather, lack of remembrance. Hehe!

Felt a bit hassled by it all and went to make a cup of char, calling into for a WRWW en route, to find that Little Inchy’s lesion was leaking a bit again.

Had a look around outside with the binoculars, while the kettle was boiled, well, the water in the kettle boiled.

5fri05Noticed this pail of smoke to the far left and maybe 8-10 miles or so away I’d guess.

I put the radio on while I drank the mug of tea and waited for the news, but nothing was mentioned.

Back in the none-heated front room and turned on the little oil-filled mobile radiator heater, as still, there was no heat from the repaired storage heater. Humph!

5fri06Looked out at the smoke again.

It didn’t seem to get a lot worse but continued as the gentle winds blew it along.

Most irritating no knowing what was occurring.

Tsk!

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Partially sorted the paperwork, then the Whoopsidangleplops occurred!

I thought about finishing off the paperwork sorting out but ended up updating this diary instead.

Guilt forced me to stop and do the paperwork.

Of course, as is to be expected from me lately, I regretted doing it when I dropped the box from the shredder as I tried to empty it into the black bag.

This was only the first Whoopsiedangleplop, mind. I diligently picked up the shredded paper and placed it carefully into the black bag… only to carry it into the kitchen and lost most of the shredded paper through the hole in the bottom of the black bag!

Getting all het-up now! Sorted it out again and put that black bag into another one after checking for any holes in that one. I could not take them or anything to the chute in case the nurse or delivery arrived.

5fri07Aha! Thought I, noise from the area of the door – joy… but no, it was the postman with two identical and unwanted copies in different wrappings of the Age UK Life magazine.

I flicked through the contents: 1: Fundraising and how I can help them support Age UK. 2: Real Life with running man Bill Mitchell. 3: Life Lines: Combatting loneliness. 4: How My Gift can help the lonely. 5: What’s coming up on the radio. 6: Real-life research stories. 7: Wise Words, David Attenborough on his greatest Passions, and finally Ester Rantzen discusses living ith loneliness. A great selection there to cheer me up and solve my loneliness and frustrations of late? Ah well, never mind.

5fri081438hrs: Delivery man with the Airer/Dryer arrived as I was on Facebook.

So now, I’m in the middle Facebooking, I’ll have more paperwork to finish sorted (Eventually), and I decided to nip to see Olive first. Who was in and rang the repairs for me, to find that Deana had already called them and they would be here within 4 hours. Gave Olive my thanks and a kiss as she sent me back to the flat in case they or the nurse arrived.

I updated this and finished the Facebooking and updated this.

5fri09Had a look at the airer/dryer to see if I could assemble it on me own.

No problems as such, no tools needed or required either. And it was so easy to crush the right thumb between the metal bars and open the scar from my cut as I squashed it up after seeing how it operated.

I hope this will come in handy after a shower, and before one too, to warm up the towels in the future? And of course, if I wash out any bits I can wring them out and try to see if this dries them enough?

It folds flat for storage but is a bit of a devil to erect again with the rubbish clips not sliding too easily. If Arthur Itis is alright on the day, it should be workable quickly enough. I hope.

5fri10Finished off the paperwork sorting and went to make a cuppa as the light faded.The white smoke was visible still from whatever caused it.

The white smoke was visible still from whatever caused it.

Took a photo without zooming in so much this time.

Wondering when the repair men will call to look at the radiator? I wanted to get the dinner going, but no good doing it and then them arriving is it?

The four hours was up now. Will they be calling or not?

Weeks ago, Deana rang them to tell them about the radiator not working. (28 days away).

They said they would supply me with a heater to use in the meantime. They Didn’t!

So I had to pay for and order a heater to be delivered which was due to be delivered a week last Saturday. Amazon delivered it to the wrong block of flats. I had to carry the chair then the heater from there back to my own flat. (Made me a bit poorly in doing so).

Sunday I fell over and damaged my knee.

Wednesday a chap came along to investigate the problem and told me it had tripped out. I asked why he did not know. All okay now, it should be back on Thursday night. Showed and set the controls for all my radiators for me.

This afternoon (Friday) I let Deana know by email that it was still not working and went to see Olive to ask her if she could ring for me. They told her someone had already rung (Deana), and they would be here within four hours to have another look at it.

Back to the flat and waited.

Now the four-hour promise has been broken as I still await their arrival, and am going to cook my dinner and see if they will arrive at all?

What idiot said old age would let you take things easier?

No sign of any repairmen whatsoever.

If I watch TV, I need the headphones on, which means it will be even harder to hear the door chime – in the unlikely event that anyone comes of course – pee’d off again now.

5fri11Had to eat the dinner standing up in the kitchen, in case I fell asleep sat down eating it.

It was grand as well, possibly the best stew and chips I’ve ever made.

Couldn’t enjoy the stew as much as I should have, though, because I was stewing inside! (A little play on words there did you see? Hehe!)

No one came, no nurse, no repairman, no cuddly ladies… and still no heat from the storage radiator. Hehehe!

Gave up hopes and wrapped up in gloves, woolly hat, jammies and dressing gown. Hours later than I do usually.

Put the TV and headphones on and managed to stay awake for a bit of the Hetty Wainthrop Investigates episode…

Inchcock Today Thu 2 June 2016: Hectic day again… Tsk!

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Thursday 2nd June 2016

Up 0450hrs. Manoeuvred out of the second hand £300 recliner chair and to the porcelain throne. I remembered about the bathroom door being the other way around this time. No bleeding from either of the lower region areas, good! But the knees were getting a lot of bother from Arthur Itis again.

Put the kettle on, got the ablution items as needed. Then took the medications.

Sorted the nibbles into the bag, for the Tenants Social Hour later.

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Janet Arron and Henry

Laptop on and did some TFZ graphicalisationing, Emails, WordPressing and even had a go on Tetris.

This one of the graphics I got done, it is of Janet Arron, a beauty from the TFZ site, with Henry, her adorable impish kitten.

An official letter arrived, from the Police Pegasus team, they wanted an update on the details held.

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Deana, Interviewing me!

0805hrs: Kevin, my maintenance man, arrived, made him a cuppa, and we had a chinwag. He set to working.

0909hrs; Deana Walker came to do the tenants interview.

She also supplied her details for me to put on the Trusted Contacts list on Pegasus for the Nottingham Chief Constable.

We managed to have a natter, in between the official form filling, well, entering it onto her laptop.

Bless her cotton socks.

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The Dynamic Drill

Kev worked on the tiling in the bathroom for a couple of hours.

Then he fetched the gigantic drill in, got his helmet, ear muffs and smoke mask on and started digging away kindly keeping the bathroom door closed while he did so.

Looked to me that he was doing a good job of the tiles.

He then started on the drilling of the floor.

I observed that the door opened and concealed the light switch string behind it.

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Light switch cord is now is hidden behind the door. Kevin pointed out that an electrician will be coming to move the switch to the other side later on some time.

I set off for the Tenants Social Hour at the community shed.

So few folks there today, I reckon no more than 15 in all?

I missed the raffle and forgot to pay for my tea – Oh dear. I’ll pay double next week.

We all seemed to be happy and made the best of it, though.

I got myself ready and set off to the bus stop for the trip to the clinic.

Bid Kevin farewell and down to the foyer, where I had a gossip with some fellow tenants, and we all left to catch the bus.

I was soon at the clinic. Booked me in, and took a seat in the waiting area. I was called in shortly. By a different doctor again, I’ve never seen the same doctor more than once at this clinic. The usual embarrassing examinations under highly lit magnifying tubes by several female attendants. Many, oohs and ahs later, they decided I should continue with the same treatment, and I was sent off.

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Slab Square dancing today

Bus into town and went to the bank for some cash first. Then had a wander around.

There were some dancers in the slab square near the temporary food courts, and so many of the Nottinghamians joined in.

I went in Primark to get some more loose fitting undies, but they had none in stock. Tsk! I did get some of the warm long sleeved shirts. I got three while they had them in stock, at £6 each.

P1110001Out and went to the Spar shop to get one of their £1 bacon butties as a treat.

They were giving away copies of the sun for free!

I also got one of the TV papers for next week, like the one I got last week, like this one, although more costly, is so much easier to read.

I surreptitiously slipped the pigeons some pellets.

Caught the L9 bus back to the flats.

P1090088By gum, Kevin has been so busy today.

The tiles were nearly finished, the floor had been readied for the application of the shower tiles.

Made him a cuppa and managed a chinwag.

He told me of his camera, a Nikon Bridge P900 model. I looked them up on the web and was very impressed with them.

He’s going to bring his in tomorrow and show me the workings. Kind of him that. I reckon when I get the curtains sorted, one of these might be my expenditure?

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He left it all neat and tidy again. Even put a board down so I didn’t fall into the hole in the floor and warned me about it.

Laptop on and updated this claptrap.

Got the oven warming up, to cook the meal for tonight.

Too tired now to do any more graphics.

Checked the TV paper to see if owt worth watching might be on the goggle-box tonight.

Ah, of course, the England Match vs. Portugal. I hope they haven’t found another Eusébio da Silva Ferreira? Hehe! A bit too tasty he was on the pitch he was!

P1110003Got the nosh done and watched the match eating from a tray on my knee on the second-hand £300 recliner… Luxury!

What a disappointing match it was!

No bread was eaten with this excellent meal again tonight.

(Smug Mode Adopted, Hehe!)

The early dreams were of my labascating down cliffs and off of buildings again, but never landing anywhere, just moved onto another thing to fall off of?

Hey-ho!