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.

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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!

Inchcock Today – Mon 17 Dec 2018: The Weevils return with a counter attack! Computer Scare! Day of Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops really. Tsk!

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Monday 17th December 2018

Maltese: It-Tnejn 17 ta ‘Diċembru 2018

WD0.0.128 23:50hrs: I woke with the mind being harangued by confusing impenetrable, incomprehensibilities. The more I tried to marshal the medley of macaronic, mixed up, mind-teasing, a maze of ideas, thoughts, fears, and admonishments mentally, the more disoriented I became. It was a good ten minutes before I freed myself of the vexatious, niggling concerns, and this was thanks to the arrival of the need for an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee).

The removal of my paunchy, plump-stomached body from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner, was once again done with ease almost, thanks to the lack of physical hinderments from my usual ailments. Good! But I wish the brain was the same, Tsk! Off to the wet room.

WD0.0.128 Argh! The dang EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) had been back on the attack again!!!

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This unexpected counter-attack was most demoralising and choleric inspiring! Especially after four days in which I found only the odd weevil torso here and there, and thought I was in sight of complete victory over my flat infesting invaders! Grugglethump! Had a session of Sanmex Bug killer spraying.

Got the Health Checks done next. Made a brew and took the morning medications.

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Got the computer on and finished last weeks result sheet in Excel and updated today.

WD0.0.128 I started the internet, and the computer took me back to the opening screen? With a message of complete Gobble-di-gook coming up! Numbers and letters that meant nothing to me. I got the camera to photograph the wording, but it went off the screen as I took the shot? Very concerned now… had I been hacked or something? I opened the internet again with fingers crossed… nothing untoward occurred, I don’t think so, anyway. Seems to be working alright? It’s even a little quicker than it has been of late?

The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived and was responded to. Third good session in a row! No bleeding or leaking again! I like it!

1Mon01aI heard the noise I did yesterday, so I went out into the balcony to investigate.

WD0.0.128 The boarding was wet; the windows were only partially transparent due to the dew and mist, inside and out. I grazed between my fingers on the stiff opening spring clip and trapped a finger twixt metal spring and the massive framework when I opened the window. All in the cause of taking a picture to show you a 1Mon01neighbour’s flashing Christmas Tree in their balcony. For some reason, the colours did not show, they all came out as blues? Must ask Tim Price about this. I took this shot on the left, downwards, showing the soon to be removed Willmott Dixon end compound.

WD0.0.128 Then, I grazed between my fingers on the stiff opening spring clip and trapped a finger twixt metal spring and the massive framework when I closed the window, as well. Humph! The view outwards through the window was just misted-up and soul-destroying for a photographer, even one as bad as me. Hehe! Opening the balcony windows will be a necessity to take any decent shots. But the physical opening of them is a bit much and dangerous for me on the two side-end windows with the vicious spring clip. Especially if and when Colin Cramps or Arthur Itis is on finger movement limiting form. Shame, but here you are! Well, I am! Hahaha! 

Blow me down! The creaking noise has returned. I can’t locate it, cause it keeps stopping after a few seconds, then comes back again. I don’t think I could hear it during the day, though, only early mornings? Mmm? Confounding, confusing, and mystifying. A bit like life is to me!

At last, I got to update the sour Sunday post and got it sent off to WordPress. Made a start on this blog.

Ablutions tended to. Black bags were taken to the waste chute. SSWW taken, got ready and out to the clinic for replacement batteries.

1Mon07WD0.0.128 I got as far as the ground floor in the elevator, the doors opened and I realised that I had not taken the hearing aids with me. So, back up to the flat to collect them.

Dropped the jars into the recycling bin. And took this photo of the Winwood Court and Winchester Court through the compound.

1Mon07aA little further along Chestnut Walk were some nippier than I tenants, who had passed me by as I took this photograph. I could recognise Malcolm, Angela, and Roy.

I joined them in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution and training area. Tenants Socialisationalistic, and Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. We were soon joined by other residents intent on catching the bus.

Out to join the now much larger gang of residents outside waiting for the bus. The Bestwood bound L9 arrived first, and 80% of the people got on. Leaving bout ten left who got on the Nottingham City Centre bound one, minutes later.

No nattering on the bus, but I enjoyed listening and catching some of what the others were talking about.

WD0.0.128 I got off on Upper Parliament Street along with Penny and Mary. Stepping off the bus, my left foot seemed to give way, and I nearly went over.

WD0.0.128 As I walked on wondering what might have caused my near tumble, I had a bigger one! I thought it might have been my tripping on something, but after the ladies and I had a quick look, there was nothing to be seen, that I might have tripped over? Perhaps the ankle gave way? I just don’t know. Most peculiar!

I parted from the girls, well, they parted from me (I can’t blame them, Hehe!) and I went over the road and into the Victoria Centre shopping centre (Mall).

WD0.0.128 As I was approaching the VHS shop, sod-me it happened again, and the knee and ankle seemed to go at the same time. On this effort, I met the floor with a thud! Security guards came to the two people that were helping me back up, and asked if I’d been drinking! Cheek, Haha! This was the last time the leg or ankle let me down, but I was concerned they would again for the rest of the day. Particularly, as I didn’t know what it or why for sure, that I had tumbled?

I went into the VHS shop and had a nosey, but came out without any purchases.

I called in the Tesco Metro store to see if they might have had some of the pork knuckles back in stock, but no such luck. I bought a store-baked sliced loaf and some potato Cakes.

1Mon07bI left by the Milton Street doors, into the rain that had fallen since I had entered the mall. Which stopped as soon as I got outside. Nice!

The new 180-seat McDonalds with al fresco seating for about 40 more, had two customers inside. Sad innit?

1Mon07cI walked over the road and up Burton Street onto Trinity Row. (On the left) Where even more gigantic eateries are located. Although one of them had closed down now.

It amazes me how the others can still make it pay. I could not see any customer inside any of the posh high-cost restaurants or coffee-shops 1Mon08on the Row.

Foreman Sreet, where a plethora of food eat-in and take-away retailers have taken over one side of the street. They don’t look too busy, do they? Plenty of closed down shops, it worried me for the future, not mine, of course. Hahaha!

Thinking about it, within a few minutes or so of each other, there are a tremendous amount of food places around here. Nando’s, Petite Paris, Lavish, Prezzo, Slug & Lettuce, Harvester, Curious Manor, Caffe Nero, Lillie Langtry, Antalya, Revolution Bar, Belle Italia, Subway (4), Greek Lavash, Pizza Hut, L4P Takeaway, Le Petit Four, The Cornerhouse. Tamatanga, The Pudding Pantry, The Italian Gelato & Dessert, GBK Son of Steak, World Cuisine, Frankie & Bennys, McDonalds (5), Pizza Express, Burritos 2005, Mexican Eatery, Zizi Nottingham, The Walrus, Manga Sushi, Noodle Bar, French Living, Loche Fynne Fish Bar and Grill, Burger King (2), Five Guys, KFC, MOD Pizza… etc. Then add the temporary German, Polish, Italian and whatever food stands in the City Center until the new year, I bet that there must be around twelve at least?

I wandered off-track there, didn’t I? Sorry.

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WD0.0.128 It dawned on me I had forgotten to take the Audio Book with me! So, no point in going now, they will not issue batteries without the Record Card, I know this, I forgot it once before and received a lengthy lecture and a telling-off. Hehehe!

1Mon14I decided to take a photo of the top of Exchange Walk, and then up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop, as one was due in ten minutes.

I caught a Nottinghamian PAement Cyclist right in front of me as I snapped this picture. He was weaving between elderly and young folks and continued doing the same in the amusements on the Slab Square. Naughty Boy!

1Mon14aI took this photo from the top of Queen Street near the bus stop and Post Office, that is to be moved into the WH Smith store in the Intu Victoria Centre.

The bus was a little late, but it always is at the 1105hrs run. It seems the company change buses to charge up the one on duty with a newly charged one, at this time, and the driver can get his break in. (Electric powered you see!)

Jenny got on the bus but was not near enough for a natter. So when we got back to the flats, we two gals and I had a quick chinwag. Penny said she’ll make me another chilli nosh later when she makes some more again. Bless her!

1Mon15I did the Health Checks and took the midday medications.

I got the bread and potato cakes from the bag, and noticed a little extra gift on the slices! I can’t see or guess what it is until I open the bag of course.

Motor or machine oil? Grease? There’s no telling! Hehe!

I got the computer on and made a graphic, I might put it on Facebook later?

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Then I went on Facebooking Hehehe!

1Mon33Many hours later, I got the nosh sorted.

WD0.0.128 Apart from the Tesco store-baked sliced 400g sliced bread, with its paper-mache textured and tasting insides, and the rubbery, tasteless crusts (I didn’t eat the possibly contaminated with motor oil slices of course), the rest of the food was highly enjoyable. The mini-tomatoes went down well. I ate it all up, though.

1Mon001WD0.0.128 Did the last Health Checks, and went back for another SSWW. No Weevils sighted, but a little spider lay dead on the wet room floor. I was unsure whether the poor thing had died due to my spray, or the Weevils ha nobbled him?

I had a spray around with the Sanmex Bug Killer in the wet room, just in case the cunning EIBWBBBs should send one of their covert squads to assess the possibilities of their making another counter-attack overnight. They ain’t fooling me again, oh no! Well, they are… they’ve never stopped fooling me really. Humph!

WD0.0.128 Changed and down in the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and the mind-games started. Fears, arguments, self-incrimination and hatred etc. The usual sleep-preventing inner waffle thing. Tsk!

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Inchcock: Mon 19th Nov 2018: A much more amelioratory day for Old Man Inchcock! Nottingham City Centre Photographicalisations, too!

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Monday 19th November 2018

Yoruba: Awọn aarọ 19th Kọkànlá Oṣù 2018

23:55hrs: 3Wed001 An agrypnotic dirty great big sneeze, ensured my desire for sleep, ended abruptly. If I’d got false teeth, I’m sure I would have lost them! A suspiration followed.

The gargantuan-bellied-body was removed from the £300 second-hand recliner with no difficulty at all. The mind, could have done with a bit of help, as it seemed to be jumping about, leapfrogging thoughts as they appeared and not getting anything resolved, recognised or decided?

Off for an SSWW (Short-sharp-Wee-wee). No call to the Porcelain Throne either. Nervosity to Defcom level 3!

Got the medications taken, and Health Checks were done. Onto the computer and got the HC results for last week done on the Excel sheet.

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The readings had shot up a little this morning.

I started to update the Sunday diary. Three hours later, I’d finished and got them posted off. Then I began writing this lactarium.

A few more SSWW’s in between things, of course. Still, no Porcelain Throne summoning?

I went on WordPress Reader next. Then on to Facebooking.

Tended to the ablutionalisationalistic needs.

Out into the cold but sunny morning, and off to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus Portakabin, to wait for the bus with the other tenants in there. Good nattering session and laugh with Angela, Doreen and Roy. (Cheers me up, a good schmooze does).

Which included Angie and Roy, Welsh (Insult Specialist) William, Doreen and Brenda amongst others. I had a natter with them all, and Oberscharführeress Warden Deana and Oberfeldwebeless Julie. Can’t say what we spoke of, cause I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself.

Out to the bus stop to join the other ganglet of residents out there. We had a few spots of rain or hail, that were the finest, lightest we had ever seen, and it lasted for about one minute. Jolly-good chat with Penny on the bus to town.

I made my way to the Poundland store on Wheeler Gate. Going through Nottingham’s Slab Square, where the fayre, rides, stalls were preparing to start trading later.

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I arrived at the shop and spent a large amount of money filling both of my bags up. I paid at the self-serve till, where a lady put the stuff through for me, Bless her! I struggled out with the heavy bags containing: A Pork Farms pie, Lemon & Cucumber air sprays, bottles of bleach and disinfectant, nibbles for the social hour box and many packets of Doulton’s chocolate Liqueurs for mini Christmas pressies.

Back through the slab square again and to The Works retail shop to get a crossword book. I came out with three. Tsk!

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I went up to the Queen Street bus stop. They had this ‘Ride’ being prepared for the juvenile Nottinghamians to pay to play on.

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1Mon12When I got to the bus stop, I saw a face clearly on the paving slab near the bench. I thought I’d take a photo of it, draw around the supposed face and put it in this diary. Huh! I can’t even see the face myself now!

I lady arrived at the bus stop who I recognised from earlier trips on the L9. She lives on Sherwood Rise near to the flats. We had a lovely tête-à-tête en route.

1Mon13Penny got on the bus later. The light rain tried to fall a few times during the journey, but it didn’t amount to anything like proper precipitation.

Said our farewells as the lady alighted.

The clouds darkened a little, but still, no rain fell upon us.

1Mon14Penny and I walked from the bus, and we ambled along having a gabfest back to the flats.

I sneaked in this shot of the centre compound as we went along Chestnut Walk. I don’t think that Ian Incharge noticed so I can doctor this shot later when I get the time.

I was surprised at how tired I was when I got in.

1Mon14aThe Lasagne Al Forno in the fridge was on its use-by date. So I used it. Hehe! I sliced some tomatoes and put them on top of the dish. A few chips and put them all in the oven to cook.

Added some dried roast onions and a Cox’s apple.

Sister Jane rang me just as I was laying the food on the tray. A short chinwag ensued, during which I found the mobile phone I had misplaced. Tsk! Klutz!

A great tasting plate of fodder. Flavour Rating of 9.2/10.

3Wed001 I recall eating it Pennand putting the dish and cutlery in the washing up bowl. But not much else after that. A Dizzy Dennis and Blank -Spot suffered.

When I came round, I got the Health Checks done and took the medications. The DVD was on the TV?

Shame such a bad ending to such a decent day. Oy Vey!

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

Sept 21a

Evil Ironclad Boll Weevil Biting Beetles still attacking! Humph!

Monday 29th October 2018

 Yiddish: 2מאָנטיק 29 אקטאבער 018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Made brew and made a start on this diary.

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

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

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

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

Did the medicationalisationing of the areas in need. Haha!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did even more nosing around and window shopping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I caught up with the Facebook Photo Album updating.

1Mon30Got the nosh served up.

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

A 9.5/10 Taste Rating.

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

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

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

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

Inchcock – Thursday 11th October 2018: Social Hour, Dysphoria moment, City Centre visit and Lady Bird & Weevils attack!

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Thursday 11th October 2018

Maori: Rāpare 11 Whiringa-ā-Nuku 2018

0035hrs: WDPac I woke still feeling a little embarrassed about yesterdays mega Whoppsiedangleplop over the hospital cock-up I made. I sat still for a while, spitting self-recrimination at myself. The brain soon fogged over as other concerns, fears and worries joined in with the self-hate forces, to create a morass of mostly muddled melancholy moods, as they floated around each trying to gain my attention.

Which I’m gratified, (is that the right word? I’ll check later) that thankfully this situation didn’t last long. I gleaned a modicum of self-assertiveness and pulled myself together. Somehow finding the sagaciousness to understand that things I had done could not be changed, now, and I need to blot-out the mistakes and go forward, for my own health and sanity sake.

Feeling smug, self-satisfied, almost conceited, with my surprising change of attitude, I began to extract my baby rhinoceros-shaped but flabby torso from the £300 second-hand rickety recliner.

WDPac A couple of signs of nocturnal-nibbling were spotted as I gain an upright position. How? Why? Could I really have got up, gone to the cupboard and returned with a pot of cheese biscuits and one of some chip-sticks… and not remember anything about doing so!

I don’t know how, but I kept my nerve and new resolution not to get myself ‘agitated and ‘going’ and all self-critical again! Smug Mode Adopted here! Which was very short-lived!

WDPac I went into the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks. 4Thu10

The danged Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles had summoned up their reserve armour and air-force!

Yes, the Lady-Bugs were all over the kitchen. It looked like the Weevil Officers were giving instructions to one of the bugs!

Just when I was beginning to think I was getting the upper hand with the invaders as well!

Doing the Health Checks had to take a back-seat now. I just had to investigate the other rooms to assess the new military reserves the weevils had brought in as support. Hehe!

And Cyndy and Eric I learned yesterday, had an invasion of midges covering their balcony? Oh, dearie me!

After photographing the evidence to send to the European Court of human rights (Haha!), the need for the Porcelain Throne then overtook precedence of the Weevil/Bug patrol. Off to the wet room.

WDPac  I had to rush to get to the Throne in time, and what a messy liquidified evacuation it was! Little Inchies Lesion had been pouring blood, and it had dried on the flesh of my bulbous body and the PP’s! Heck of a painful job cleaning things and medicating afterwards.

4Thu05WDPac Then, I found that the Weevils and Bugs were in the wet room now! I got the Killer Spray and used up what was left of it. (Another £3.59 in costs!) I got another can of the ‘Raid’ cockroach and ant killer and gave that a spray around in the corners of the wet room.

An expensive visit to the Throne this morning. I 4Thu08used up the last of the Anusol Cream, had to start the last tube of Daktacort and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus air spray (The aroma from the wet evacuation was not tolerable without this spray being used copiously, Hehe!)

WDPac Into the spare room, to find to find dozens of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge. Most of them alive this time, and a little larger in size than of late! But no Lady Bugs in there yet, at least as far as I could tell.

4Thu07I nearly allowed myself to get all uptight at this stage, but I held it back and felt proud of my resisting getting in a panic mode.

To the kitchen and made a tasty, rich mug of Assam tea. It was this strong, due to my putting in two tea bags in the small cup without realising it.

Perhaps the panic-mode was returning after all?

Finally, I got the Health Checks completed.

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The readings were all well up on yesterdays. Not surprising though, all the hassle taking place today. Grumph!

I got the computer on and went on the WordPress Reader first, to take a look at the new stuff.

WDPac As I started to update the Wednesday blog, I had to return with as much alacrity as I could manage. Cor blimey, I think that Trotsky Terence is back with me again. More medicating and a change of PP’s (Thanks to Michael, mate!). The fresh-air spray utilised again.

WDPac4Thu06 The ‘Panic-Mode’ I sensed was on the way back. For I found many more of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles running about again! I sprayed them and gathered the corpses.

My stability, cohesion, and soundness of mind were being challenged now. Tsk!

I thought I’d better take a Dia-Limit capsule.

4Thu09WDPac Then realised I had not taken the morning medications yet.

I made the tea and left it to brew fully in the mug.

Back to the computer and finished the Wednesday blog off and got it posted the WordPress.

4Thu06aI’d forgotten about the tea, so went to collect it from the kitchen.

WDPac Only to find two Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, that I don’t think where there on my last visit, in an oven tray on top of the hob. One of them looked almost transparent, ghost-like? The other one was fully alive and seemed to be attacking the first one?

Back to the computer to start updating this diary, at last. But the best intentions don’t always get done immediately. For a third time this morning, I had to hurry to the Porcelain Throne.

 WDPac Another messy, time-consuming and costly session. The lesion had been bleeding so another pair of PP’s had to be adorned, more Daktacort cream, more Gemoloid cream and the last of the ‘Pure’ citrus scented air-spray used up. Oh, heck!

Now, my mood was right mixed one. Discouraged, anxious, nervous and yet discouraged, anxious, nervous and again vivified at how I seem to have coped with the morning’s challenges?

I pressed on with updating as far as to here.

Then I got the nibble box sorted and raffle prizes ready for today’s Winwood Social Hour.

Email from Jenny, I can call on Friday after 1000hrs to take photographs of the new build from her kitchen window. So nice of her.

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The day cometh.

Got the ablutions tended to. All went well. Of course, another change of PP’s, use of Daktacort cream and almost the last of the Germoloid was required. Listening to the radio in the shower, and they mentioned areas of Nottingham having invasions from black midges and the Ladybirds! They did not say Sherwood, though.

WDPac I found more Evil ironclad Boll-Weevils black biting beetles in the wet room again. Humph!

Must get the washing done in the morning. Just thought I’d mention it like. Did the midday medications and Health Checks early.

Made up the waste bags to drop in the chute on the way out.

I met a few of my friend tenants on the walk to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Stabsgefreiteress Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin. Mo pointed out to me that the electronic sign on the side of our block of flats that was there two days ago had now been removed?

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Consensus between the four residents, Mo or Gaynor, I think it was, I could be wrong, I often am… got carried away there, sorry… said it was due to some electrical fault.

We got to the Winwood Social meeting, and a jolly noisy one it was. But I got a few chinwags in with many of the Winwood residents clan, so I was happy enough. BJ was there as well. Got the raffle prizes on the trolley, got and handed out some raffle tickets and then went round with the nibble box.

Gaynor offered for me to use her windows, I thanked her and asked if I could sort a time and day with her next week. Gaynor, Cyndy and Margaret were all in good form.

Jenny confirmed I would be calling in the morning to take some photos from her kitchen.

I left early, to catch the L9 bus into town, with the sole purpose of my getting some more of those Ritz Potato Thins.

I’ve taken to these nibbles, even though they are light and crispy and up to now, I have not managed to eat any without having dropped crumbs to clear up afterwards! Hehe!

4Thu13I bade my farewells and went out to the bus stop. Where many tenants were awaiting the bus.

A delivery lorry had parked where the bus stop was, but the driver had no choice in the matter.

The city bus arrived, and only me and Barry got on that one. But we had a good natter en route. Barry has done such a lot in his life, it’s a pleasure to listen to him.

4Thu14In town, Barry called in the bookies, and I went across the slab square, taking this photographicalisation of the Nottingham Council House from the centre of the square.

The different clouds in the background came up alright.

The place will soon be filled up with food stalls and money grabbing stalls for the Christmas Fayre I expect. I wonder if they will be putting on the ice-rink again?

4Thu13aaOn this photographical effort on the left, I caught the loss-making Tram pulling out from South Parade. Not surprising really, every day they have fare-dodgers.

The two tax-dodging over-charging Coffee Shops at the end of Wheeler Gate, where my destination, the Poundland shop was located.

Once inside the store, I did get carried away a 4Thu17tad. Guilty!

I got some Christmas pressies (Chocolate-based), My highly rated Ritz Potato Thins (Good!). Listerine, and some thick 50L black bags.

WDPac I found out later, rather embarrassingly, that I had overcharged myself at the self-service check-out! What an Eizel!

As I made my way back to the number 40 bus stop on Queen Street, crossing the Slab Square, I had a few moments of dysphoria. I suddenly felt there was no point anymore, the memory was fading, the body eroding and my failures ever-increasing… A really unexpected and dismal feeling! This unwelcome frame of mind continued until I was on the bus travelling home. My saviour turned out to be a little girl in a pushchair who got on the bus with her mother. She was crying. She was situated opposite me, I gave her a smile which did not help her cease crying. So I pulled faces and pretended to fall asleep and wake up, and the little Angel stopped crying and eventually gave me a smile! This made me feel so good. Mother wouldn’t have known about it, she was using her mobile-phone all the time.

Now I was back to my normal vacant, inane, hopefull, semi-cheerfull mode again.

Dropped off the bus on the hill bend on Winchester Street. Got across the road with relative ease and made my way back to the flats.

I didn’t see any builder workers or residents on the walk back to the apartment.

4Thu15I got inside and had a short-sharp wee-wee.

Got into the kitchen and took this shot of a chap and his dog near the bottom of the tree copse.

I don’t know for sure why I took it, they were both seemingly resting, but a flash of jealousy came over me, seeing a man and his dog in harmony and so peaceful.

WDPac Then, I noticed the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were out in force on the kitchen floor. Tsk! A couple of Ladybirds were amongst them?

4Thu16I took a photograph out of the kitchen window, which revealed ladybirds and weevils on the outside of the frame!

I put away the pressies and fodder and got some seasoned potatoes into the oven. Spread some sourdough bread with butter, sliced some tomatoes, washed and placed sugar-snap peas, extra strong grated cheese and pork pie meat with gelatine on the plate all ready for when the potatoes were cooked/

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

4Thu17Got the nosh prepared and served up.

Not a bad tasting fodder-plate tonight. Well, this afternoon.

8.9/10 Flavour Rating.

The plan was, eat the meal, wash the pots, clean up the front room carpet, get the TV on and watch some A-Team on the TV…

I fell asleep! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Mon 10 September 2018: New Artillery acquired to battle the Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetles!

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Monday 10th September 2018

Nepali: सोमबार दिसमबर 2018

0200hrs: Woke after only getting three hours kip, unwontedly, feeling in decent nick and half-aware of what was happening. I had a little hassle in removing my plenitudinously proportioned torso from the £300 second-hand shuddering recliner, but no Accifauxpas suffered.

The ailments were uncommonly quiet.

Off to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done for this morning. Then on the computer to update the record log for last week on Excel.

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Plenty of short-sharp-stinging wee-wees, but no call to the Porcelain Throne, yet.

Made a brew, and a start on this log then went to finish off yesterday’s Inchcock Today.

W2.2.56 Thought I’d have another mug of tea, I let the first one go cold. As I rose out of the computer chair, the coxalgia gave me a few twinges.

Got the Sunday post finalised and posted off to WordPress, then made a start on this blog.

Visited the Porcelain Throne.

W2.2.56 Three pages of the book read, and I was interrupted by an onslaught of EBWIBBB’s, (Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting Beetles). The attacking force came from I know not where, but most of them ended up being showered down the wet room drain or trod on! After this attack, I didn’t see a single one again in the shower room?

Had a long medicationalising and clean-up, teggies, shave, showered. No need for rushing this morning. I made sure every somandric crevice was given a deep cleansing, then medicated certain quarters requirant of it. Hehe!

Had to go sparingly with the dwindling supply of Daktacort/Miconazole nitrate antifungal cream. Must remember to ask the Doctor for some more at tomorrows blood-test session.

Then I got the waste bags sorted out. With the entry point at the chute now made so small, I have to put so much less rubbish in each pack, or I  can’t get it into the chute. With the old opening, I could have used two bags. But this morning I had to make up 1Mon01aaseven much smaller sacks of them. Also, I took a large white bag of recyclable gear down with me on the way out. Just thought I’d mention it. Haha!

I had grubble about to make sure I’d got everything needed, and not left anything on I shouldn’t have.

W2.2.56 This time the ornery dang EBWIBBB’s had invaded the kitchen! Tsk!

That was it! I decided to get some weapons and or bullets to use in my losing battle with the varmints! Whatever the cost. I decided to call at the main Wilko shop in town in search of something that might be effective in ridding my flat of the ruthless little raiders!

This is War!

No one in the foyer, so I hobbled out and took the white bag to the caretaker door. I actually met him today, and of course, he was on his mobile phone. I don’t know why I bothered saying that? You can take it that he is always on his Mobile Phone. If he is not doing anything physical.

1Mon01bI bade him a good morning but was ignored.

At least I didn’t get the hand up, indicating: “I’m not to be bothered, I’m on the mobile,” this time.

I met a Willmott-Dixon chap who did answer my ‘Good Morning.’

I got to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, WC, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisationalistic Area, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents porta-cabin.

Obersturmbannführeress Warden Deana and Generalleutnantess Warden Julie were in, along with a few tenants. A jolly enjoyable nattering session took place.

I travelled on the L9 along with Penny, and further laughs were had.

I got into the Wilko store and spent rather a lot of dosh. Buying Fragrance Boost, Spectacle cleaners, and wipes. Liquid Soapflakes and bleach. I perused the fly killer shelves but found nothing for weevils or beetles. I did get two sprays. One an expensive fly spray and one an even more costly flea spray. I paid the lady at the tills and went to the Poundland shop next door.

1Mon02I spent again. Jelly babies, Steak slices and food storage containers.

I walked down Clumber Street East to the end.

Where I found this piece of Nottinghamian Street Art, on the new benches. It doesn’t show in the photograph, but steam appeared to be coming out of the £4 carton of coffee?

1Mon04Then I turned to face back towards Clumber Street. 

Boy oh boy, did the residents of this fair shoplifter ridden Olde City look depressed or what?

I almost felt like giving them a song and dance in an effort to cheer them up a tad! Hehehe!

1Mon05I took another more zoomed-in picture.

My mind wandered off when I noticed the peoples vague yet concerned expressions.

  • Are they worried about Brexit?
  • Having their Benefits capped?
  • The Crime Rates?
  • The NHS?
  • Immigration?

1Mon08W2.2.56 My mind was snapped out the pit of pondering it was swimming in, when a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist passed me swiftly, a little too close for my liking.

I called into ‘The Works’ shop and had a look around at the crossword books and Non-fiction they had on sale.

I departed after finding nothing of interest to my mind (Not unusual this!).

1Mon06I went on the gloomy looking Slab Square and watched some winos and youngsters having an argy-bargy.

I moved towards Queen Street, to catch a bus back to the flats.

As I turned up the hill, Hippy Hilda gave me some stick. Incomprehensibly, seconds later 1Mon07there was no pain?

I’ll mention this on my next visit to the clinic. (Inchcock says full of confidence in his memory. Tsk!)

Up to the top of the street and caught a number 40 bus, dropping off on Winchester Hill, and limping back to the flats.

1Mon07aI got across the road in a gap in the traffic coming up the hill around the bend.

Hobbled down to the complex, without seeing anyone at all. Man, Woman, worker or employees.

However, when I got into the foyer of Woodthorpe Court. Mo. May and another lady were sat there. I offered them a choice from the 1Mon07bnibble bag, and we had a laugh and natter.

Up the lift to the flat.

Not your everyday trip in the elevator either. Haha!

W2.2.56 As I got in the cage, and the lights, all bar one, were not working. The lamp seemed to be throwing out a red tinge?

Someone had left a stack or pile of what looked like wooden shelving in the corner of the lift?

I took the picture with the flash on?

Up to the flat, where the first wee-wee was taken. Many more followed that I will not record.

Did the Health Checks and I took the medications.

Started putting away the things I’d bought. I did have a spray under one of the weevils more favourite cabinets, with the flea and fly spray.

Made a brew and got on with updating this post. Spent about two hours on doing the update.

I popped down to Penny’s flat to take her the sausages I said I would.

W2.2.56 But she was not in.

1Mon07cCame back and noticed some Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting Beetles just a few inches away from the sprayed-underneath cabinet.

I found they were all dead?

Blimey! Had the new sprays worked that quickly?

I hoped so.

Back to updating this blog.

W2.2.56 Back down to see Jenny, but she was not in again.

Back and got the chips in the oven.

On with the updating again.

Once again I went down to Jenny’s flat with the venison and caramelised onion sausages. It’ll have to be the last try for today, I was feeling tired and weary now.

W2.2.56 No answer. But this time I posted the meat through Penny’s letterbox. It is frozen.

1Mon20Got my nosh ready.

Two massive Pork Knuckle sarnies, pickled cucumber, chips and dried fried onions. Followed with three soft pastry lemon cream squares.

Gluttonesque Grub!

Medications were taken with the meal, then I did the last Health Checks.

I risibly persisted in trying to watch the TV. (The A-Team; three back-to-back episodes) I reckon I saw a total of around ten-minutes worth! But, foolishly I kept waking and trying to watch bits here and there. Klutz!

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

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Wednesday 18th July 2018

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 18. Júlí 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.

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

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

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

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

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

Back up in the lift and into the flat.

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

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

Took the morning medications. Then did the Health Checks.

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I got the Tuesday blog finished off and posted.

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

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

I went on the WordPress Reader.

Then the comment section.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stopped a while, to ponder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Went on Facebooking for a while.

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

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

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

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

Shame, an overall 5/10 taste rating.

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

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

Internationalism at its best, again. Haha!

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

Decided to watch a Police Interceptor episode – fell asleep.