Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th September 2019: Oh, to be in the arms of sweet Morpheus… but no, I am denied! Humph!

2019 Sept 26

2019 Sept 26

Thursday 26th September 2019

Luxembourgish: Donneschdeg 26 September 2019

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03:55hrs: Woke up, and almost like a robot, out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rusty, not-working-again-today thanks to Brother-in-Law Pete damaging it, 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 four-months later), recliner. Had a wee-wee, but could not find the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), I don’t know why, but I could not find it at all! Nae bothers to me, I seemed to be in a very laid back state? I poddled to the wet-room, and needn’t have worried more about what came out, or instead didn’t. It was of a PWWDIB (Pathetic-Weak-Why-Did-I-Bother) mode.

To the kitchen and moved the hand-washed last night, long-sleeved shirt onto the airer. Then I took my medications. Made a brew. And got the computer booted up. All these actions were done in a very matter-of-fact way, and no thought-storms or worries bothered me! Somehow this made me worry.

I did the updating of the Wednesday post. So quickly, I kept thinking I must have missed something, surely. Maybe I did, but haven’t worked out what it is yet? Odds are this is what happened. Haha!4Thu02

When I made a mug of tea. It had got light, and I drew back the curtains.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I moved the stepladders back inside from the balcony. Because opening the curtains, more of the hooks fell off the top rail. Oy Vey! It took me ages and many brave actions up on the step-ladder to get the hooks put back on the rail. But still no hassle or bother to me. (Have I been taking something I ought not to have taken?) My unflustered, unworried, unnatural mood continues!

WDPleft02WD 100.20.0 4Thu05Then to my amazement and flabergastation, I noticed that the newly made-up three-wheel-guide that I’d left out there yesterday with the stepladders, had moved to the right end of the balcony! Tight up against the right side? Is this possible? I thought? Then the worrying, fretting, nervousness, and the uncomfortable neurasthenia kicked-off. (It had to come!) I pondered on what could have caused this. Ghosts, Aliens, or giant Boll-Weevils? Hehe! Then, I remembered the falling bit of concrete or cement that I spotted on the balcony yesterday!

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The joke I put in yesterdays dairy about the crumbling balcony, isn’t so funny now. Hahaha!

The whining and droning noises were still all around. But, someone starting the drilling and banging (Fire Sprinkler fitting?) in the flat nearby, took off the hassle of the ever-present humming noise.

4Thu04I got the ablutions sorted next. With stunning results… are you ready? Here goes; Only two dropsies! The battle with the sock glide was won, without pain or injury! And, the sink water was flowing away much easier! The pins I thought were looking a bit betterer today, too! Smug Mode Engaged! Jim-dandy!

The delightfully appealing Phlebotomy Nurse arrived and soon had me sorted out, and the blood was taken. (And cheered up a little, her attendance always cheers me up, even when she tells me off. Hehe!) I was too late to catch the 09:30 bus to town. So, I titivated around a bit. Then got some computer checking on the updates done and corrected, computer off, and readied the things for the outing to the City Centre. I think a World Market is on in Nottingham’s Slab Square; I might get around it and take some photographicalisations.

I set off, dropping the black bags down the waste chute, the knees giving me agony, (Two 19-hour plus days and not getting out, has annoyed the knees. Hahaha!), down in the lift, and along the link-passage into Winwood Court, and to the Obersturmfhuress’s and Catwalk Models Wardens Julie and Deana’s interrogation and holding cells office, where Julie was with a gang of builders. I just walked into the middle of the huddle and disturbed them, handing out the nibble bag. Then, out to the bus stop on Chestnut Way.

A super chinwagging session, with a lot of laughter, sarcasm and mild insults flowing to and fro. Great fun! The L9 to town arrived first, and I mounted with some other tenants and got the crossword book out en route.

4Thu07aI got off at the terminus on Queen Street, and poddled down to the Slab Square and Council House. There was a ‘Spend Your Money’ market on. Foreign foods, knick-knackery stalls, etcetera available for me to wander through taking photographs, later on, after the urgent job of overspending on things unneeded at the 4Thu07Poundland shop, which I visited first thing.

I noticed a Your Bus pulling out, bound for a roundabout route to Derby. I felt a little sad, that I have not been to Derby on that bus, since having the stroke, and determined to try and get out again sometime.

In the Poundland Store, I did the usual buying too much. I arrived at the self-serve tills with a right load. Pork Farms pork pie (2), More drain unblocker, bleach, Gold bars, Poptastic crisps for the nibble bag, Dettol disinfectant, Almonds and Cashew nuts as a self-treat, and a BLT ready-made sandwich. Enough to have to use the heavy-duty carrier and fill the trolley bag.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I paid up, and as I was leaving the store, Dizzy Dennis attacked, and I had to stop for ten-minutes to regain my equilibrium. I was left feeling so weary and tired afterwards, it bothered me. So, against the wishes of my RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees, I foolishly had a sit down on one of the benches outside for a short time. Oh, getting up again was a heck of bother and discomfort, Tsk!

4Thu06But up I did get, and painfully moved over to South Parade and into the Slab Square for a photograph session.

Walking was not easy, RIA and a few more mini-dizzies saw to that for me. Humph, and thanks for that!

I made my way into the Market Place, and nervously got hobbling along the lines of stalls to see what was on offer.  Various take-way food stalls, finnimbrun, Wine stalls, foreign beers stalls, and the regular alcohol stand for Nottingham’s bibacious addicts:

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4Thu13This Police Car and another one, were patrolling through the crowds all the time I was there?

I wish I knew why. Terrorists? Escaped prisoners? Meal selecting officers? It must be important to let two vehicles and four officers out knocking over shoppers, surely? Hehe!

1Mon02 - CopyI later had a look to see if I could find any reason on the web.

I couldn’t but did find this snippet: Old Market ‘Scare’ (instead of Square) will be returning to Nottingham as Slab Square’s next big event – and there’s going to be a terrifying new attraction. Halloween?

4Thu14I had a walk around the outside of the Council House and took this snap from High Street up towards Upper Parliament Street, though Clumber Street. Showing the gay, abandoned, merry, happy smiles of my fellow Nottinghamian’s as they go from shop to shop on their shoplifting and benefit claiming outings. Hehe! Sorry, I couldn’t resist it!

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I limped down Long Row, up Queen Street, and to the L9 bus stop. I started to fade, flaked-out, succumbed to the sudden fatigue, while waiting for the bus. No more dizzies, though, just weltschmerz, all-in, and unbelievably exhausted! Concentration dissipated, interest flagged, and nothing mattered more than my desire for sleep. So much so, that on the bus home, I fell asleep several times, and was lucky enough to wake up at Winwood Heights bus stop, as it went around the island and I nearly fell off of the precarious side-saddle seat! Else I may well have missed it, and ended up in Bestwood! Still, I could have swiped my pass again and stayed on for the return journey. But, would I have fallen asleep again and ended up back in town. Hehehe! Oh dear! Tsk!

4Thu15I can’t really recall getting from the bus to the flat.

I took the medications. Handwashing was ignored. Got the meal ready, an all-cold affair, I dare not have risked any cooking, and falling asleep again!

I think I enjoyed the meal, though. Found a scribbled FR 8/10 on the notepad later. I assume it was for Flavour-Rating 8/10.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then, the phone rang out. It was Tamsin from the Falls Team. She had arranged for a chap to call on me, regarding the wheeler guide and they may have one to swap the current one with, that might be of a more stable- design for me. Initially, the date given me for the gentleman to visit me, was next Thursday, but not until 15:00hrs. I explained about this being a little late in the day for me, and she kindly looked up the next free date and booked it in when I agreed and thanked her graciously. This would be for Friday 11th October, at 09:30hrs. I wrote it down on the pad, to remind me to add it to the calendar in the morning. How kind of Tasmin! 

I managed to get the washing up done.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 Then just as got down in the grotty recliner. The landline rang and flashed again! I struggled up and got to the phone in time before it stopped. It was the Doctor’s surgery, with the INR results and new dosages for me.  Mon 2, every other day 1½. (So, the dubious-looking to me pill-splitter should get some use this week, Hehe!) The next date for an INR Warfarin blood test will be for 3rd October, and she will inform the Phlebotomy HQ for me. I thanked her, and considered suicide… but decided instead to try and get some sleep…Please! Hahaha! I added the date and time to the list on the notepad.

WDPright02WD 100.20.0 I got down again, in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was stealing my valuables when I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, but not tonight recliner, I nodded off within a few minutes. But soon woke with a jump. Wondering what day it was, where I was, who I was, and why! Unfortunately, this repeated itself, many times, and getting to sleep proper, took me hours. So much for catching up on my sleep, then. Grumble-Sodit-Blast!

A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!

Tsk!

Inchcockski – Thurs 29 Aug 19: Nottingham City Centre – photographs

2019 Aug 29

2019 Aug 29

Thursday 29th August 2019

Latin: August 29th Iovis MMXIX

On this day in the year 29, John the Baptist was beheaded
Lee Marvin, too departed, in 1987. Similar chaps, in outlook?

03:30hrs: I woke, and almost immediately freed my horrendously sort-flabby body from the Brother-in-Law damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, grottily beige-coloured recliner. To the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), for an unusual and an extremely inconceivable rare type of wee-wee. It was of the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) mode. It caused a bit of unexpected splashing-back, that need cleaning up!

WD 0.40.0. And by-gum, it was cold this morning! I got the slippers on and the dressing gown, and took myself off to the wet room to clean the bucket and myself and wash the areas of my body affected by the slash-back! Did the handwashing, took the medications, and back to the Porcelain Throne. Things are getting ‘Solid’ again!

Back again to the kitchen, to take some photographs, both from the same place. I must check what the ‘P’ mode is for.

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4Thu03WD 0.50.0 Took a shot of the pins, to show the new, papsules, bruise or whatever it is, above the right knee. It looks almost bespeckled to me. Hehe!

In fact, I tried to wipe it off at first, when I saw it. Another one-day unexplained, mystery wonder, I suppose, but I’ll find out later. When I do the ablutions.

Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were playing me up a tad. Not had any bother from Hilda for such a long time, as well.

Made a brew, and got on with updating the Wednesday blog. After an hour or so, back to the Throne. Now, things are getting even harderer and more painful to pass, again. Tsk!

4Thu04To the kettle, and made another brew.

The sky looked very picturesque, with the mist cleared and the clouds on the horizon, looking grey and two-toned.

As I got back to finishing the post, the fingertips were not too bad at all, electric-shock and jumping wise. I might be sorry I said this! Cause things can change in the blink of an eye! I might be sorry I said this!

I got the thing done and posted off, in a decent time today. Checking on the blog, and somehow, I lost tons of paragraphs? I had to try and remember what I’d written, and got in a right mix-up over it. Made worse when Dizzy Dennis visited me. I just hope it comes out alright. With no chunks missing and still makes sense. Got it redone, but I’m wasn’t too confident I’d got it right. Posted it off.

Ablutions sorted out next. All went well, apart from the usual sock-glide contest come battle; Glide 2 – Inchy 0. Haha! Took the bags to the waste chute.

Dressed and out to catch the bus to town. Walked through the passageway to the Winwood Court foyer. The door out to the benches are not working yet. The weather will be too bad to sit-out in soon.

A big gang of Winwoodonians at the bus stop. I enjoyed listening to the carping, laughing and comments. Caught the L9 to the City, and had a natter with Mary en route.

4Thu05WD 0.50.0 The street sleeper, outside the Poundland Shop, had some new trainers and pushchair. His life with him, in the new bags surrounding him?

I went in the shop with Mary and had a podder around and natter on the way. Mary caught the Arnold bus, and I wandered to the Poundstretcher shop on a hunt for bargains. I came out with a bag of marshmallows at 79p and a  packet of five Twisters for 95p. But an unfortunate selection of foods on sale.

4Thu08FWD 0.50.0 Then made my way up through Trinity Square. Where, sadly, there were many newly abandoned retail shops scattered about. The row of cafes, restaurants, chip shops, Indian, Jamaican and so many more eat-ins and outs, had only three people that I could see, in the hundreds of al fresco 4Thu06chairs. A sign of the times. There was something on the TV about this failing, last night.

I hobbled to the Slab Square, to cut over to the Wheeler Gate Poundland shop, in search of Pork Farm pork pie and other bargains.

4Thu07The Slab Square, and a right-tatty, unkempt mess it looked. But it had a good few Nottinghamian’s lounging about, was passed by, and I had a walk down to St Peter’s Gate Church. There were few people about this morning. Even Exchange Walk was sparsely being used, a low footfall, I think they now call it!

On my little hobble, there were so many closed shops, The lost dreams, of people! It depressed me a little, seeing so many of them. The closed Fat Cat: Prime Bar/Restaurant To Let Fully fitted bar/restaurant Currently trading – licensed until 3 am Total Accommodation 7,368 sq ft External seating area. New 15 year lease Rent £137,500 per annum! 

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4Thu08Back up Wheeler Gate and into the Poundland store. I had a long hobble about inside, and came out with; Twiglets, drain unblocker x2, biscuits for the nibble bag, can of stag chilli and chips, BLT sandwich, a Pork Farms pork pie, honey roast almonds, birdseed, and chocolate pretzels (for Jane). 

4Thu07aI Paid the bill at the self-serve checkouts, and went to the Slab Square. The overfull trolley-basket guide, with the full carrier bag hanging on the handle, was a little hard to control.

A few more Nottinghamian’s were out and about now. Not that they appeared to be enjoying themselves, in the depressing mishmash of the temporary restaurant, rides, stalls, beggars and pickpockets. Haha!

4Thu06It was rather sad in a way, the last City Centre photograph was taken, on Long Row as I made my way to the bus stop to go home, and rest my Arthur Itis ridden knees. But having a little walk does them good, really.

There was just the one little girl on this ride. I thought I’d caught her tonic-providing smiling face in the snap, but no, I missed her. Tsk!

I was the sole person to get on the L9 bus at this terminus. But it soon filled up, and a few of the Winwoodonians got on en route. I was trying to do the crossword book. Margaret helped me out with her internet gadget, and got me going on the puzzle again! Thank’s Margie!

Back at the flats, I got off the bus last, so as not to get in the way of the others, with the filled-up three-wheeler walker, and bag.

I walked to the Winwood Court entrance and walked through into the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. I tried the door out to the seating area, in the passage, but it was not mended yet.

Mary caught me up, and we had a natter to the lift and up to the first floor, where we tended out farewells and parted.

I got in the flat, weary again, but earlier than usual today.

4Thu13My first need, though, was food, I was hungry. I felt I needed to degust the meal today, really enjoy it. Not precisely an allotriophagy or cittosis craving, but I felt a desire for tomatoes with balsamic vinegar! So, I had an unexpected CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) wee-wee, washed and got the nosh sorted.

The Poundland BLT ready mad sarnie, with some home-made roast turkey sandwiches made with Milk Roll bread. Extra salted tomatoes, cooked beetroot slices and mini cheese flavoured rice cakes. I ate it all up. This might help free-up the current, reluctant Porcelain Throne evacuations? I hope!

WD 0.50.0 Took the evening medications, with a sachet of Macrogol. Within ten minutes, I was limping off to the Throne. But there was no movement at all. I could sense things hardening up inside. Oh, heck! I got the handwashing done.

A UWT (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling) wee-wee variety was taken. Then I got settled in the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while flat-sitting, searching for valuables, and fitting the clandestine CCTV cameras, £300, second-hand, c1968, recliner. Sleep was not being allowed, yet again! I watched a film on DVD, ‘Fracture’.

WD 0.50.0 I got a call to the Porcelain Throne again. I really thought it would be a goer this time… But no! Solid as a rock, reluctant to move, and frustrating me, well, weeing me off! Haha! Ten-minutes more on the crossword puzzle book… and I gave-up again. Humph! Back to the Brother-in-Law damaged, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away, unkempt, sickly-beige-coloured recliner.

I had to arise again for another wee-wee, of the LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) variety. At least the different releases are keeping me interested and nervous. Hehehe!

4Thu14Rewashed the hands, and went to take another sachet of the osmotic laxative. Made a brew at the same time.

The view from the unwanted new, dirty because one cannot get to clean them, thick-framed, light and view-blocking, windows, was so amazing tonight. All blues of different shades, with lighter bits where the cloud breaks.

Back to the £300, Brother-in-Law damaged,  gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, recliner.

It was a long-time coming again, but eventually, I nodded off. Humph!

A pictorial plod around Nottingham

Friday 9th August 2019

A hobble around the Slab Square, Nottingham

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Nottingham’s Premier shoplifting quadrant

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South Parade – The pedestrian’s nightmare!

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Burst water main affected tramlines, South Parade

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Beastmarket Hill – The old and the not so new

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The sad-looking kids’ beach – Child Carer on her mobile! Fancy that!

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The ever-popular MiniMiami ride. Hehe!

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‘Gone fishing’ Stall. Another popular attraction?

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Long Row. A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists paradise!

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A rare Nottingham sight, imitation Policemen!

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Upper Parliament Street. A local mugger’s spot.

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Queen Street, with my trusty Acciafuxpas three-wheel guide. On the way home!

Haveth a great day, folks!

GC Smiling

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’s Nottingham City Centre Hobble Photographicalisations

Thursday 11th July 2019

Nottingham City Centre Hobble, Photographicalisations

Council House

Little John’s Bell Tower – Nottingham Council House

Long Row

Imitation Policemen & Nottinghamians – Long Row

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Slab Square – Pavement Cyclist and Tram Lines

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Upper Pariament Street – Pavement Cyclist

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South Parade, Tram & Slab Square

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Friar Lane

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St Jame’s Street

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Angel Row

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Theatre Royal Tram Station (With hungry posing pigeon)

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Market Street Shops

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Upper Parliament Street

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Pavement Cyclist – Upper Parliament Street

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Nottinghamian’s, (attractive though!) crossing against the Don’t Walk Sign

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Finally, back to Queen Street, to catch the bus home!

I thank you!

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TTFNski.

 

 

 

 

Inchcock Today – Mon 8 July 2019: A Distressing, disturbing, dejectional, despondent, depressing, disastrous, detrimental, devastatingly, denigratory, Whoopsiedangleplop saturated day! Humph!

 

2019 July 08

Monday 8th July 2019

Samoan: Aso Gafua 8th Iulai 2019

21:30hrs (Sunday). After falling asleep early, Even with my baryecoia, I was woken by something, a noise, or whatever, and sprang back into ersatz-life! As I lay there on the £300 second-hand, c1968, grotty-beige coloured, uncomfortable in the extreme, rusty, rickety recliner, I pondered. I have to get ready for Jenny’s visit in the morning. She has offered to help me this coming morning. To sort out the airing cupboard for the electricians to come and make another mess, servicing the air intake system to the wet room. Bless her, she is so kind to us all. So I decided, as I was well behind on the blogging, to get up and sort the computerisationing requirements ASAP.

6Sat18bWDA 153.51.102 I rose gingerly and took the two paces to the hardly used EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). The shock of SHLNSWW (Sharp-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation-Wee-wee) caught me off-guard, and I had to do some cleaning and sanitisationing, splashbacks, after the unexpectedly fierce, yet sensitiveless, wee-wee was done. Oy Gevalt!

1Mon01aI got the medications taken and did the health checks. The readings all looked good this morning, I think. SYS 146, DIA 59, Pulse 91, and the Temperature was 35.1°f.

As you might have guessed by the state of the picture on the right-hand side, the hands and fingers were doing some  Peripheral Neuralgia inspired dancing and shaking. They were at it on and off all day, yet never for very long, thankfully.

1Mon02I took a snap of the sky, from the fearsome light and View-blocking, with glass one, can’t reach to clean, and the step-ladder is needed to see anything down below over the wide ledge, kitchen window. A beautiful evening!

Made a brew, and took it into the utility room with me, and with great assiduity, I began to create some graphics for the blog page top.

No calls to the Porcelain Throne yet, this was out of the usual for me.

Having got the graphics nearly done. I set about making the template for the diary.

With a dogged conscientiousness, I began to update the Sunday post.

WD 153.51.0b Then, I got that feeling of, what can I call it? Thinking I had not done or done something wrong, left taps (faucets) running, windows open, cooker on, etc. Best described perhaps as, one of my nervous-panic-sessions. I just had to go and check things. The wet room and kitchen both looked okay. But a lingering feeling inspired by the EQ perhaps, would not go away, I felt uncomfortable of mind. What a wanwit, I am!

6Sat18bWDA 153.51.102 I made a mug of tea. I’d put the milk in and was stirring it, and the right hand and fingers kicked-off with the jumping and I splashed hot tea on my bare, bulging stomach. That made me jump a bit! The humming and whistling-like noises started again. There was no way of locating where they were coming from, but still, they seemed to surround me? I just hope it is not the fabric of the building creaking! Many other tenants have said they can also hear this noise. I’m worried about myself now! Haha! Moments later, the wind like sound started, almost like a generator in the background? Might be the crumbling concrete of the building? Well, at least if the place does fall down, reading this record might help them to understand why? Or not, of course.

WD 153.51.0b I finished off the diary updating, and, with great assiduity, I finished creating the graphics for the blog page top.

Still,1Mon06 no summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived yet? Oh, dear!

I’ll ask Jenny if she would like the DVD I bought a while ago. Some oldie actors in it, but I was not impressed with the storyline, acting or the script. I bet she will know someone who might like it. With Michael Caine, Jim Broadbent, Tom Courtenay, Michael Gambon, Charlie Cox, and Ray Winstone being in the cast, I expected something better and less crude. 1Mon03It seemed to me that they were not enjoying making the film at all. Certainly not a classy or original movie at all.

I made another mug of tea to replace the one that had gone cold (again). As I made a start on this post. The burning of the back of the hand yesterday, has left some almost bluish-purple scars for me to view. Hehehe! 

With my not going out yesterday, I noticed that I had also not done my ablutions correctly, and was undoubtedly over-chaetophorous. So I must take extra care later when shaving! Odds are, a nick or cut will cause some bleeding. And with the INR still being high, care is due!

I went for a wee-wee in the wet room, now back to the UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickling-Wee-Wee) variety. I noticed how obrumpent my stomach was, and I was surprised at how it had bloated overnight. I dare 1Mon07not go on the scales!

Got the ablutions done early, to give me time to get the place tidied a bit before Jenny and the INR Nurse arrive.

No shower, of course, too early. I took extreme care in shaving, it took a long time, but was a bloodless exercise! Hehe! 

A hell of a job afterwards, the sink took over ten minutes for the water to flow away. I used the last of the drain unblocker. Tsk! This is getting expensive!

As I was pulling the sock-glider fitted bamboo socks on, I noticed that the leg ulcer on the ankle can’t seem to make its 1Mon07amind up, whether to come back or not? Tsk! It keeps looking like it will return, and the next day, it doesn’t?

The pins were still looking more warped than they have of late. The right leg is definitely a lot thinner than the left one is.

But the left limb is the one that has acquired a new super-bruise. Tsk!

WD 153.51.0b Arthur Itis is visiting them both, well, the knees!

I set to sorting the black bags to take down to the caretaker’s door. It’s still too early to use the waste chute, yet. I carried them down, dropped them at the door, and returned back up to the flat.

 I thought I would remove some bits from the old defunct, out-of-commission airing cupboard. Those that would not require any reaching, stretching, or bending to get at, I feel a bit guilty, with Jenny having to come and help me. Humph!

6Sat18bWDA 153.51.102 Oh heck! I pulled gently at some kitchen towels, and a ton of things came tumbling out and down onto me and the floor! I felt a right nincompoop! I dare not leave the stuff on the floor, for fear of the leg doing any of its shaking and stamping. I used the picker-upper stick and moved most of the things. All I could do was stick it in the rubbish room (Steptoe’s front room) Haha!

1Mon07dThen I had so much more stuff, I filled another two black bags. I got the camera with me and nipped down to the caretakers’ room again.

I noticed the end bit of newly laid lawn, had some patches seemingly coming on well, and others dying a death! So, I took this photograph of the sad scene, outside the apartments foyer door, near the extra car parking. Humph!

1Mon07cAs I re-entered the foyer, I spotted some clothes, well jeans and a jumper had been thrown in the waste bin. I wondered what if any, was the story behind this?

Back up in the elevator, and made a brew of Glengettie tasty tea. The shaking in the leg was terrible for a few minutes, and the involuntary Okey-Cokey performance was not welcomed! But, it only lasted for a short while this time. The hands were shaking as I used the walking stick.

Then I had to go for a wee-wee. Naturally with Jenny, bless her, coming to see me, I do not want the grey bucket in view. And, of course, there is my catagelophobia. Yet another mode of wee-wee, this time. An LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-Wee). Variety is the spice of life they say. I don’t know who said it, but someone did, I’m sure.

1Mon08As I began today’s blogging, the door chimes ran out Dusty Springfield’s tune, “I only want to be with you”. Jenny had called to sort out the cupboard for me. We had a lovely chinwag while she did it. Very organised, Jenny had brought some carrier bags with her. She told me off for moving the stuff that had fallen out of the airing cupboard when I grabbed the kitchen towels. (Told off in the most helpful, most beautiful possible way, I almost enjoyed it!) I explained that I dare not leave them on the floor, in case the leg started stomping and stamping, then I’d have myself over again. Jenny soon had the job done for me. I waffled on a bit about things, and she was very patient with me. I wanted to give her a thank-you kiss but was not brave enough, so I just thanked her copiously and profusely. BPAFM (Beyond-Pathetic-and-Feeble-Minded-Mode engaged)

Timing-wise, I’d missed the chance of catching the 09:30hrs bus to town, so I did some catching up on this blog, and went to find the 10:30hrs L9 bus to City Hospital. Then the 40 bus to town for a photographicalisationing session. Then the L9 back to the flats. That’s the plan, anyway!

I got ready, no rain forecast so left the umbrella, got the three-wheeler-guide, bus pass and card, and set out to the bus stop at the other end of Chestnut Drive. That is outside Winwood and Winchester Courts, this leaving we Woodthorponean tenants with the pleasure of a little extra exercise each bus trip. How kind of them! Hehehe!

There were many tenants at and around the bus stop, in spirits ranging from delirious, sullen, miserable, friendly, and NIWID mode ‘No-Idea-What-I’m-Doing.

WD 153.51.0b Moments later, the INR Nurse and Angel appeared, and my heart sank, and I tried to make myself look as small as possible! I was so embarrassed at forgetting about her calling, and was red-faced and nervous when she spoke to me! She was amazingly calm, after going to the flat to find me not in, and said she would call in the morning AGAIN! Her cunningly vocalisation of the word ‘Again’ was of a fashion that drove home, I can tell you; it will remain with me forever! USMA (Shame Mode Adopted!) I inwardly vowed to try and not make cock-ups anymore again! (But as you will read later, this prayed come desire did not mature. Oy-Vey!)

WD 153.51.0b I had a few slightly nervous mini-chinwags while waiting for the L9. On the bus to town, I was unsettled, feeling awkward, ashamed and disconcerted at my forgetfull failings. I stewed over them in my mind for a while and decided there was no hope of any improvements in this area. There is none physically either, and I was soon in the depths of depression. Arriving in town, without any memory of the actual bus journey.

1Mon09WD 153.51.0b Getting off of the bus, amidst a crowd of other folks, and it dawned on me. I should have caught the other bus, and I had missed the City Hospital appointment now! I had a hellish job fighting off the wickedly demoralising dysphoria, and self-hatred had crept in the scenario. I fought to get some equanimity back; but had to settle and accept, that a ‘crestfallenness’ was with me to stay. I tried to ignore my failings. I wrote a note to remind myself to call the Stroke Unit number as soon as I get home, to apologise and cringe to them. They said in the letter, if I fail to turn up, they will refer me back to my GP. The last thing I wante1Mon09ad. Dr Vindla does not understand the mental problems involved. But, I only have myself to blame. It’s always the same (life), just when something cheery that goes right (Jenny helping and seeing her again), unbelievably joyous, or a minimal success or victory happens, is when things go tits-up. Usually of my own making. Aka today!

I had a walk around the city centre, but my spirits were not good. On Parliament Street, I 1Mon10took a couple of pictures. Taking the second one, as I turned, I noticed some new, to me anyway, Graffiti and Street Art.

WD 153.51.0b There are CCTV cameras all over the place in Nottingham City Centre. I just hoped that they would identify the scumballs responsible for this appalling anti-socialness!

1Mon11 The street art near the shelters didn’t help me to cheer up either!

Being in the mood I was, low! (my own fault, I know) I started to dream of the punishment I would meter out, if I were in power, of some sort of autocracy, where liberality, mercy, and tolerance were frowned upon! My options for the ignorant graffitier’s and pavement cyclists are best not mentioned. A few of my chosen in mind punishments were anatomically impossible anyway! Hehe!

I pulled myself round as best, to take an interest in what I was doing as I could, and had a walk around the city, taking photographs en route to the Poundland store on Lister Gate. Note that on two of the photographicalisation, I caught a Nottinghamian smiling! Also the giant blow-up man?

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I got the Poundland Store, where my spirits were temporarily lifted when I found they had some Prok Farms Pies in stock. Bootiful! Being in the self-reproachment mood I was, is my excuse for buying so much stuff today. I came out with; Two Pork Farm pies, another drain unblocker, four nibbles, Lemon slice cakes, Twiglets, orange smarties, mini Kit-Kats, penguin nibbles, jelly babies, and stilton cheddars. Paid at the self-serve tills. £14 worth! Only some were for myself mind, the Pies, Twiflets, jelly-babes, orange Kit-Kats and the lemon cakes. Ahem!

1Mon15A slow walk back to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, afterwards. Being in the mood I was, I ignored many photo opportunities of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists. Boy was I on a downer!

I took a zoomed-in photo on my way up Queen Street, of the recently opened, ‘The CutFather Turkish Barbers’ on Upper Parliament Street. As last week, there were no customers 1Mon16in the shop. I must have a look at the prices next visit to the town. There has to be a reason for his lack of trade – apart from the fact that I walked by six barber shops on my little hobble today from the bus stop into the Slab Square area!

I took a snap along the street, that shows a collection of buses. I think it might appeal to my beloved American TFZers. (I hope)

WD 153.51.0b Got on the bus. I tried to have a talk with a regular traveller gal, but we were both hard of hearing and the look of the incredulity of her expression, made me give up trying to natter with her.

WD 153.51.0b Back at the flats in no time, it seemed. I had been stewing in deep unhealthy thoughts en route, I think.

When I had got off the bus and exchanged ‘hello’s’ with other tenants waiting to get on the bus, I noticed the poor old new lawn. So as I hobbled along Chestnut Grove, I took some pictures of sad scenes.

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2Tue03I didn’t see a soul in the flats as I got in and up the lift but felt in a slightly easier frame of mind (Fool, I should have known better!) as I got in the apartment.

WD 153.51.0b I found a note had been put through the door, from the INR nurse. Saying ‘Please contact your GP to re-arrange another visit!’ At first, my heart sank… then on reading it correctly and carefully, I saw the time on it was 10:20hrs, Phew! She had left it before she saw me at the bus stop earlier. So, the precious nurse will still be calling in the morning to see me.

WD 153.51.0b This reminded me that I had to call the Stroke Team at the City Hospital to grovel and explain things about my missing the appointment. I could not find the letter, so I went on the computer, as I was sure I had put the number on the Google calendar. I found it eventually, only to discover: It was for in August! Another Whoopsideangleplop! I’m getting fed up with myself!

WD 153.51.0b 1Mon22Then I remembered I had not put the Pork Pies, or anything else, away yet! So, I got one pie in the fridge, put the other stuff away and cut up the other pie onto a plate for the meal. Only some part-baked cobs to cook for ten minutes in the oven. Sliced and onion-salted some small tomatoes, opened and drained a can of peas, some Marmite cheese medallions added, and a pot of lemon mousse for afters. Buttered the cobs, and dug into the meal. Flavour rating of 6/10, the cobs, not being sourdough, was so bland, I might as well have had cardboard! Tsk! I ate it all, though! (Pig!)

I had a rinse, stayed stripped off and the expected weariness, with me getting up early as well, as expected came over me. I got in the recliner and put a DVD to watch.

WD 153.51.0b I soon drifted off into a deep sleep. Unfortunately, not deep enough for me to ignore the door chimes. I struggled painfully out of the chair, got some clothes on, got the stick, and made my way to the door. But no one was there, by that time!

Back in the seat, and in no time, I was back in the land of nod!

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Mon 1st April 2019: Out and about, photographing, chinwagging – Great Day!

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2019 April 01

Monday 1st April 2019

Italian: Lunedì 1 Aprile 2019

01:25hrs. I woke, reluctantly, and resisted any encouragement of movement or brain activity as long as I could. The main expergefactor was the need for a wee-wee; that forced me to move my oleogustus body out of the £300 second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner and the few paces to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket). A rather pathetic UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee) followed. After making an effort to get to this bucket, this was most disappointing! Hehe!

I was well drained and still tired, as I responded to my stubbing my toe on the way to the kitchen, with a few silently mouthed well-chosen unchristian-like words.

1Mon01aGot the Health Checks sorted out first thing.

The hemadynamometer operated at the first try. Sys is still low, and the only thing that concerned me a tad was the pulse: Like yesterday, it was showing 103? I’ll look this up I think, hang on, please… Oh, seems to be okay according to what I could find out on Google, high-end but alright. Then why was it for two days earlier on 69? All the ailments must affect it in some way? Tsk! Made a brew and got the computer going to update the sad Sunday post.

1Mon02WD 51.0.0 The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and diverted my attention, off to the wet room and the Throne. The evacuation was easier than of late, but still messy and a lot of deep-rich-red-blood came from within. It didn’t appear to be from Harold’s Haemorrhoids this time, well, not the external ones anyway. No pains or aches from the rear-end area were there?

WD 51.0.0 I checked the pins out when I put on some fresh PPs. The knees seemed okay. I can see still a face in the knee on the right. Can you see it?

But the shins and ankles were not very good.

Around the ankles were getting to look a bit overactive with the blood papsules, blotches, spots, and swelling, spoiling my youthful appearance. Hehehe! The left foot and lower leg was still more fluid-filled or swollen than the right one again, but, the bent toe seems to have righted itself somehow or other?

I’ll be glad when the socks and glide arrive. It’s only been about three weeks though since they ordered them for me. So I mustn’t complain. I was surprised initially that they didn’t prescribe some cream of some sort. But, of course, after the nurses told me that with the nerve-end problem, there is nothing, no treatment that will help, I accepted things how they are. At least they have tried to make things easier for me to change the socks, well, of course, I haven’t got the equipment or unique specialist thin, comfortable hosiery yet, to find out if it will work or not. I’ll be miffed if I snuff-it before it arrives! Hahaha!

As I finished off, I needed another wee-wee. Definitely an upgraded status one this time, an SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like-Wee-wee) style one.

Back on the computer and got the Sunday blog updated and sent off.

Around 04:00hrs, I heard some odd noises again coming from I know not where, I thought they were from somewhere well above me at first, but at times they seemed to be coming from elsewhere. Very peculiar. Hard to define what was making the sounds. Moving furniture perhaps, with the odd rattling sound in between? I rather hope its not the concrete crumbling, Hehe!

1Mon06Then it sounded like it was at the front of the building? I looked out of the unwanted, light & view blocking kitchen window and tried to have a look to see if I could find the cause.

Of course, looking straight down from the unwanted new windows to see anything, over the dirty great window ledges, fitted, would mean using the step ladders, I was not prepared to use them at the moment, I’ve tumbled off of them a few too many times. Did I imagine this noise or what? Am I going potty?  No, I just this second heard a dull thud sound, followed by a whooshing noise, then nothing? Ah, it’ll be the Aliens sending in reinforcements or a replacement army of Weevils, perhaps? Hahaha!

Had another wee-wee, still an SPSHPLWW version, and finally, I made a start on this post.

Another SPSHPLWW, then another Porcelain Throne visit. Messy, but no bleeding this time.

Virgin Internet down again!

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As I went off to get the ablutions done, the lower legs felt just like there had worms wriggling about inside! The scrubbing-up went well, got the attire adorned, and dropped some black bags in the chute on the way out, and a recycling bag at the caretaker’s door.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room.

The aroma of burnt toast greeted me, much to the amusement of all the tenants in there. We all agreed, it made us feel hungry! Hehehe! Several mini-chinwags, mostly of a complaining and moaning mode.

1Mon07As I departed to join the others at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but think that the assembled ‘huddle of residents’ that might have been holding a prayer meeting? Hehehe! Either that or they were brewing up some dastardly plan. But most likely they were examing and criticising Roy’s new deadly to the ankle and knees of others, four-wheeled shopping trolly. Haha!

I had a nice nattering and stirring things-up session, en route to town on the bus with Mary and Kath. Off the bus, farewelled to the gals, and went into the Wilko store. Where I spent too much on things, I did not really need and came out with: Wilko Liquid Soapflakes (Needed). I couldn’t find any Magnesium tablets. And several bags of sweets. Guilt Mode Adopted! Tsk!

1Mon07aNext, I called in the Poundland Shop. This visit ensured the shopping bag was well-filled when I left. Guilt Mode moved to Defcon Three!

Chocolate nougat, jelly buttons, liquorice comfits, Mini-pork pies, chocolate peanuts, Strawberry trifle pots, egg & bacon ready-made sarnies… there was no limit to my greed and shame! As I left the store, I could hear some absolutely horrendous wailing of someone singing and trying to play the guitar, seemed they were using a microphone that distorted the chronic singing voice, not that it mattered, but it was just too loud!

1Mon07cAs I walked along Upper Parliament Street, at the traffic light junction with Milton Street, I was alarmed at seeing people crossing the road against the red don’t walk lights.

Particularly the woman with the red hair and dress, shoving her baby nonchalantly across, and the chap on sticks (who would have difficulty avoiding any car coming at him). But this is always happening on these and other crossings. The three deaths and nineteen injury accidents suffered there in 2018, did not seem to bother them at all.

I came across the source of the terrible wailing as I turned into Clumber Street. I took a photo of the guilty earsplitting, bedizened, perpetrator, a street performer who looked like a cross between Worsel Gummage and the Wurzel bloke with a beard! I put this picture more prominent, so it would show the real highlight: The young girl, fresh from Primark shopping with her bag, and that absolutely fantastic expression on her face as she looked with amazement at the weird and in disguise for some reason, imitation street musician. Priceless!

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1Mon08I limped through to the end of Clumber Street and took a shot with a difference on the corner, (showing the street sign of Clumber Street) and the back of the Council House.

I had a walk through the Exchange shopping arcade inside. Sparse of customers it was as well!

1Mon18Where I found one of the many empty units had been reoccupied, as a Barbers Shop. I looked for any signs of a price list, but couldn’t see any. Be it is costly – if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it! Hehe!

I stopped on Long Row, to watch the police struggling to remove a shoplifter from a nearby store. She just didn’t want to get into the car! I decided against taking any pictures.

1Mon08aI wandered into the slab square. Where I did a spot of memory-recalling, of what it used to look like, and some of the things I got up to back then and the people I did it with. It didn’t do my confidence any good, though.

So I turned my attention to taking some 1Mon11photographicalisation.

I went to Long Row and positioned myself to take a closer shot, and some pigeons caught my limited attention.

Then the mind went off on a tangent again. How do these birds survive? It is not allowed to feed them. So, how do they live on the crumbs dropped by the take-away-food drunks? Mind you, there are plenty about.

I then pondered on the Brexit farce for a while. But that soon gave me a headache with the frustrations.

1Mon09I took a picture of Long Row. And that set off the memory-recalling again. Sad innit?

Griffin & Spalding, now replaced with a Debenhams that is on the verge of closing down. The Arnold buses, the number 40 and 41 trolleybuses that used to have stops along Long Row. The Lyons Corner Cafe, the Alleyway with the record shop, the time I had pigeon poo dropped on both shoulders within second of each splat… on my new Teddy Boy coat as well! Eventually, I pulled myself away from the pointless, often painful 1Mon12reminiscing.

As I made my way up Queen Street to get to the bus stop and home, a rare, almost strange sight was beheld. Two imitation police officers out and about! I should think that between them they might have weighed about 12 stone. But size isn’t everything… as many a gal has told me over the years! Hehe!

I met with Kath, and we limped up together to the stop. Nattering as we do, you know. Mary got on at the first stop, and chinwagging flowed en route back to the flats.

1Mon14On Chestnut (Don’t-get-knocked-over) Way, I took this shot of Mary and Kath, before Kath nipped over the road to her flat in Winchester Court, as we said our farewells.

Mary had bought herself a new four-wheeled ankle and shin destroying shopping trolley. Exactly like the one that Roy had bought.

1Mon15It looked like the Winwood Court was getting close to completion now. It will be very lonely and quiete when they finish. Mind you, we will still have the Fire Alarm Sprinklers and new communications to be installed.

As Mary and I walked along to Woodthorpe Court, the tarmac was being put on near what 1Mon16will eventually be the bus turnaround island.

We eventually got to our block of flats, and I got out of the elevator, wishing Mary all the best, as she went up to her 15th floor flat. She will be moving soon, to an apartment in the Sneinton Dale complex.

1Mon17In the flat, the usual fatigue overcame me.

I took the medications, noon and evening.

I was not up to doing any updating of this diary. I got the nosh prepared, an easy task. Ready-made egg sarnies (Very nice!), potato hash balls, Sicilian tomatoes, Marmite cheese buttons and a couple of mini-pork pies, and consumed it all! Followed by a strawberry trifle.

No opportunity to do anything else, too tired. I put on the Doctor Who DVD and was soon in the land of Nod. Zzzz!

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 – Mon 18 Feb 2019: Warfarin Blood test and photographicalisationing from the Nottingham Wheel

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2019 Feb 18

Monday 18th February 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 18 Chwefror 2019

01:05hrs: Woke up after six hours uninterrupted sleep, feeling a lot better this morning. The customary wee-wee had to be taken, I used the Emergency Stand-by Grey Bin. Which had some content in it, that I could not remember doing? No pain with the releasing of the fluid. In fact, it was a VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee).

The freeing of the horrendously bloated stomached body from the £300, c. 1968 recliner was done with ease. Oh yes! I took the grey bin to the kitchen with me for cleaning and disinfecting. That done, I got out the hypodermic, wax softener, and sphygmomanometer to start doing the Health Checks. I had to nip to the wet room for another wee-wee, again of the VSWWW type. Washed the dandies and wiped the contact surfaces with Dettol, and back to the kitchen and the Health Checking.

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1Mon01Well satisfied with the resulting figures this time.

WD 0.31.0 Well, apart from the high pulse continuing to go up and up. I half-expect that I’ll blow-up at some stage later today. Hehe!

Then I needed to have a third VSWWW!

1Mon05aAfter which I had a look at the leg wound. I have to say: it looked a lot better. It felt better too!

Yes, it does look like a new growth is coming up to the side of it, but it looks far less tender and vividly coloured. Then I realised that this may be due to the fact that I’d just rested it overnight.

So I resisted getting excited and waited until later when I’d been on the pins a while and make another assessment then. The feeling that I had worms inside the leg continues, but not hurting. It would be so typical of my luck, that by the time I get the appointment for the treatment clinic, it will have gone down! Schlimazel!

Took the medications and updated yesterday’s diary and got it sent off to WordPress.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

1Mon06Then I got some cornflakes for breakfast and watched some Youtube clips.

Got the ablutions tended to.

WD 0.31.0 The mystery of the missing toothbrush remains. Good job I held on to an old one.

Got dressed, made sure the camera was taken with me and set off to go to the surgery for the Warfarin Blood test, then to the City Centre to take some photographs from the Nottingham Wheel cage.

1Mon07I dropped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Warden and Opera singer Deana and International Champion Gymnast Warden Julie were working away in the office and holding cell. I paid for my TV licence while I was there. Mind you, with falling asleep so regularly when I try to watch owt on the box,1Mon07a I’m so glad I now get a cheaper licence. Hehe! Thanked them and set off at a fair pace, to hobble to the Carrington and the nurse.

The walk to the surgery was only hampered by two things. One, Back-Pain Brenda, who eased off when I got to the doctors.

WD 0.31.0 The other, as I got to the crest of the hill on Mansfield Road to go down into Carrington, a 1Mon07cdamned ignorant, antisocial, bullying swine of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist made me jump as the moron shot by me from behind and made me jump. You can see him in the distance here.

Then, moments later, another one of the Pavement Cyclist actually hit me with his handlebar – and this one was pushing his bike on the pavement!

I arrived at the surgery and logged in with the receptionist. Sat down and had a go at the crossword book.

The leg wound thing started to hurt after I sat down? Then the cheering and delightful, uplifting sound of Nurse Nichole calling me to follow her arrived. As she took the blood for the INR test, she kindly explained some of the things I can expect when I eventually get to the medical centre to had the wound/infection looked at, and have the compression socks fitted. She also told me this usually takes two to three weeks after they test the sample. And advised me to keep the current socks pulled up above the wound at all times. I thanked her and handed over the nibble treats. Handed some to the receptionists, said my farewells and out to the bus stop to catch one to town.

1Mon07dI thought it seemed a bit nippier in the City Centre. I made my way straight down Queen Street into Slab Square. Went to the kiosk for the Nottingham Wheel ride, and when I’d paid my £6 Concession fee, I remembered last year and how I struggled to get up the steps and into the cage. 

WD 0.31.0 I struggled, even more, this time. An attendant chap kindly came half-way down the steps to assist me up. I did feel a fool!

WD 0.31.0 The doorway seemed much narrower than last year… but I was aware it was me who had grown broader and blobbier than last year!

WD 0.31.0 The plexiglass was filthy, smeared. The weak cold sunshine and reflections ruined many of my photographs.

WD 0.31.0 Each time my cage got to the top high up, the winds would blow the cage all about, making steady photograph taking a case of pot-luck, and on some turns up there, impossible!

Still, it made a change.

Here are a few of the resulting photographicalisations wot I took! Hehehe! After having to discard many lousy shots. 

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In the morning, I made a post of all of the pictures taken and sent it off to WordPress. Please click here to see it, I fank you!

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I exited the ride and somehow got down the various sets of stairways and onto the Slab Square and terra-firma. Off up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 to arrive.

WD 0.31.0 My mind went into one of its daydreaming-modes. I thought about Sister Jane, and that led to other memories of the old Meadows area of Nottingham. An Oxo cube in the basin for dinner, Dad, school, poor Mr Holmes, Mr Widdowson, Chris Wright, the debt collectors searching for Mother, the tin bath on the train wall outside with the WCs and coal-houses in the yard. Oh yes, the meditation of good and bad times was actually enjoyed. No feeling I was hard done by. As I came out of the daydream…

WD 0.31.0 I noticed the L9 bus pulling away from the bus stop! Klutz! So, I walked down, and fifteen minutes later, I caught the next 40 bus.

Got into the flat, and realised I had not had a wee-wee for hours and hours, and didn’t need one now. This surprised me at first; then I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet.

1Mon12Hunger now dawned, so I set about making a nosh. A fish meal.

Garden peas, potato nuggets, tomatoes, battered fish sticks, erm, fingers I mean, and some mackerel in the tasty sauce. 

The last of the milk roll bread to soak up the sauce and make fish finger sarnies to eat. Hehehe!

1Mon13I took the meal things and washed them up.

The evening sky almost looked like artwork, I thought.

Once again, I planned the TV viewing that I fancied. Why do I bother!

Boon, Pie in the Sky, Law & Order and Sliders.

I didn’t get halfway through Boon before I’d nodded off! I got a bonus when I woke up later and saw the last two minutes of Pie in the Sky, though. Hehe!

Grumph! Hey-ho!

Inchcock – Mon 11 Feb 2019: Stravaiged around the City Centre today. Photographs.

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2019 Feb 11

Monday 11th February 2019

Samoan: Aso Gafua 11 Fepuari 2019

23:30hrs: After another broken nights sleep, I woke and needed a wee-wee.

WD 84.0.84 As I lowered the £300 second-hand 1968 built, approaching-antique, rickety recliner, one heck of ‘Clunk come Thud’ nearly bounced me out of it! Shook me a bit that did! The wee-wee did not feel an urgent one, though. I continued with the button pressing again, and it all went smoothly. When I say that, I mean as smoothly as the chairs mechanism is usually, although that is not smoothly exactly… I’m making a mess of this statement ain’t I. A spot of acataphasia there, sorry. I checked on the new welt on the ankle, and later made up this photograph of yesterdays and this morning to see how it is coming along.

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Well, it’s certainly prettier than it was on Sunday. Hehehe! Less swollen too. What it was, or is, remains one of the mysteries of my existence. It seems to be clearing up, so quickly as well? Also, I think the fluid-retention is going down as well. But, we’ll see how it goes.

The wee-wee, was for once the same as yesterday, of the VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wees) variety. Unhappily, Little Inchies Fungal lesion had been bleeding a fair bit.

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and as I was about to put the milk in, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne, on which I found myself excogitating over, of all things, different types of blood and why does mine seem to change colour, well shade, so often? It always comes out the same deep red/maroon each week when the sample is taken for the INR Warfarin test. But when it escapes when I cut myself, or Haemorrhoid Harold or the Fungal Lesion haemorrhages, the colour seems different to me?

WD 84.0.84 I did what I could to clean up Little Inchie and medicate things – Oh boy, it makes you wince, this job does!

I antisepticated the hands and contact points, and back to the kitchen to throw away the now gone-cold mug of tea and make another one. I’m a bit of a maleurous character, you know! Tsk! Still, I mustn’t make a foofaraw about it.

Got the Health Checks done, and made up last weeks record on Excel.

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1Mon01aCrikey; had the pulse shot-up!

Last week, it had increased a fair lot, I had it up to 95 a few times, but today’s 103 broke the all-time record!

At least I know the metal and plastic Aorta valve replacement is working! Maybe too well for some reason. Why, though?

I got on with updating the terrible Sunday diary. Getting it finished after a lot of unwilling concentration was used up.

WD 84.0.84  The aching kidney area pains kept starting off, sometimes for only a few seconds, others for ten minutes or so, and then clearing up. Another Inchcockian Mystery! I went on the WordPress reader and then began this blog.

Three hours or so later, I made a pot of porridge for breakfast.

Got the black bags and recycling made up ready to take out with me.

Got the ablutions sorted out. Readied the things and set out on my way in search of some Glengettie tea bags and Marmite biscuits.

1Mon06The Willmott Dixon sub-contractors were out in force this morning.

I poddled along Chestnut Walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Guards/Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like 1Mon07crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin.

The workers were busy at the Winchester Court end of the road too.

1Mon07aI took a long distance shot over the top of a parked car of Willmott Dixon’s InCharge Ian as I got further along.

WD 84.0.84 Lynne arrived as I got there, and had a little chinwag. It seems that a throat bug had hit our community. Gruppenfurheress Ballerina and Warden Julie had copped for a dose. Several tenants had lost their voices I was told.

WD 84.0.84 I decided to walk down Winchester Street and catch a bus into town. Said my cheerios, and off I went. Not very far though, I’d forgot my card for the Audio clinic. Tsk! So, I hobbled back to the flat to collect it. I met Mary on her way to the hut, and we passed pleasantries.

WD 84.0.84 I could not find the card in the flat! So, I’ll have another search later, so, no collecting the hearing aid batteries today, then.

I met Jenny on my way back to the hut. I might as well catch the L9 now. But Jenny, another victim of the Winwood Court bug, was croaking a bit with her throat infection, bless her. Had a chinwag or two with the other tenants as we waited for the bus. I did rather well with the crosswords en route. Funny how this can happen. I flicked through the unfinished puzzles, that I had been doing for months, and got a few answers in. Another day, I would get none solved? One’s frame of mind at the time, I suppose.

I got into town and alighted the bus with the other residents, and made my way to the Waitrose store to see if they had any Marmite biscuits on sale. On the way, I noted that the closed down Pound World shop was now occupied by Poundstretchers. This momentarily lifted my hopes of getting some Glengettie tea bags as I entered the place.

But, no! They didn’t have any in. But, they did have some stuff to tempt me to buy, which I did. Tut-tut! The ‘Wheels’ chocolate packets had a variety of flavours, and I got four packets of them, to use at the Social Hour, cause the clan seemed to love them last week. Some instant potato with onion, in pots too as well. I got two packets of shorties besides. I met Mary inside, and we poddled around together, nattering as we went. Mary will be moving soon, to some other flats in Sneinton, where the heating costs are around half of what they are at Winwood Heights. Can’t be helped that, the Nottingham Heating System does not reach as far as Sherwood. Shame, but there you are.

1Mon07cI left Mary as I went into the Waitrose shop, to have a look for the Marmite biscuits. But, they did not have any, so I left and made my way down Milton Street, across the lights and along Clumber Street.

THe Nottinghamians did not seem to be in a happy state of mind at all today. Mind you, it is a Monday. Hehe!

1Mon07dWD 84.0.84I walked down to the end and onto Long Row. Having to avoid several of the Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists on the way.

The Slab Square had the Nottingham Eye up again. I think it was being tested before opening to the public.

But it was too early in the day for me to have a go on it, not opened yet. I stood at the side of the Council House steps and tried to take a panoramic shot across. But the resulting picture came out with a third of it as just black? So I had to trim it to get this dismal effort of a representation below.

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I read that the population of Nottingham is estimated at 332,700. See here how they rush cheerfully along, smiling, happy and contented. Hehehe!

1Mon09I went forward a few paces and turned to my left to take the next photo, from the back of one of the Council House Lions.

Looks a bit sparse of the populace, doesn’t it?

WD 84.0.84 I had a visit at this stage, from Dizzy Dennis. Luckily the cement lion was at hand to support myself with from going over. Phew! It didn’t last long, though.

I decided to head for home. I poddled up Queen Street and took some photographs of the Nottingham buses. So I can post it on the TFZ site for Sandie and the gals to have a look at.

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1Mon13Plodded to the top of the road and I took a picture along Upper Parliament Street. Rarely, have I seen fewer vehicles on this stretch of the road during a weekday.

I did note that a lot of people seemed to be wearing white shoes today? Just thought I’d mention it like.

1Mon14I then snapped this shot of a view from the top of Queen Street. Once again, the lack of Nottinghamians was concerning.

No street sleepers at all? Ah, but that could be understandable for a Monday. Many of them will still be in bed at Mummy and Daddies, perhaps? Or in a taxi on their way to the 1Mon15pitches, having stocked up with the required accoutrements with Daddies bank card? Mmm!

One last City photograph was taken, of Little John’s bell tower above the Council House. A bit of a moody one as it turned out?

I caught the L9 bus back to the flats and even solved a few more crossword clues on the ride. Smug Mode Adopted!

Back at the flats, I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Holding cells. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I gave Lynne a caramel flavoured box of the ‘Wheels’ to hand out, and we had a little chinwag.

As I left to go home, I met Penny also on her way home. She was still suffering from her throat infection bug, bravely, bless her. We parted, after a chinwag in the lift, and I got into the flat, feeling drained for some reason.

Got the Health Checks done and got the oven heating up.

WD 84.0.84 I had an in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!

Got the Cumberland pie in the oven.

WD 84.0.84 I had another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck!

Added a part-baked baguette to the tray in the oven.

WD 84.0.84 I had yet another in-depth rummage around for the Audi Clinic card. No luck! Depression Mode Adopted!

1Mon16Got the last Health Checks done.

Served up the meal. Cumberland pie, beans with passata and BBQ flavouring and a baguette to soak up all the juices. Marvellous flavour.

A limoncello dessert to round it off.

A taste rating of 9.2/10 for this one.

I got the pots washed, had a wash and settled down earlier than usual for watching the TV. A bit of success today, I got through an entire episode of the A-Team without falling asleep! Oh, Yes!

WD 84.0.84 But as for London’s Burning, Boon and Rumpole of Bailey, no chance! I’d nodded off as London’s Burning was starting and that was that! Hehehe!