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!

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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.

Inchcock Today – Monday 23rd April 2018: Whoopsiedangleplop Ridden Day. But, I still took some St George’s day Parade photographs for you.

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Monday 23rd April 2018

Albanian: E hënë 23 prill 2018

0340hrs: No mental-brooding when I awoke, the urgency of needing a wee-wee overtook all the mind-tricks this morning.

1Mon01b In my haste to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, once again I knocked over the stuff on the small Ottoman; the empty bottle of lemon and lime spring water, the camera, the pen, pad, pain-gel and empty tablet pot. There were no stubbing of any toes this Monday. (Just as well, cause the left foot big toe is still hurting from yesterdays butting! Hehe!)

1Mon01b Again, the wee-wee was of long duration. Going to wash the hands, and there was no hot water coming from the tap. Heck! Into the kitchen and immediately knew what the problem was; Muggins here had left the hot water tap running in the sink! So much for the idea of my having an early wash and shave. It may take a few hours for the water to heat up. Argh, fool!

Got the kettle on and went to sort out the front room and Ottoman. Retrieving the notepad with the other things from the carpet, I noticed I had done some scribbling on it, a page and a half, actually. Seems I’d had a dream and made some reminder-notes about it. The totally ineligible scrawl revealed very little about the nightmare. Canal, wooden boat, shame, soap suds and buxom girls were the only words I could decipher for 100%. Extreme uglyography.

Back to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks done for this morning. Then made up last weeks record. The sphygmomanometer operated first try.

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Then I got the computer on and finalised the tedious and mundane Sunday post. Next, I started this one off up to here, then posted yesterday’s off.

0735hrs: Went to make another brew, and the hot water was coming through now. So I got the stand-up wash, teggies, shaving and medicationalisationing were done; during which the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne was tended to; Oh dearie me! Messy!

I got the bags sorted to the waste chute, and myself togged up and set off. With the hindrance of an odd EQ sensation, of problems to follow.

Called in the warden’s shack. Where I spoketh with the Nottingham City Home’s Oberleutnantess Housing Patch Manager (HPM), Angela Gould.

1Mon01b I cannot repeat on this blog anything I talk about or what is said between Nottingham Home representatives and myself. Fair enuf, I’ll keep schtum then.

Had a natter and a few laughs with some tenants. Mary, Cyndy, Penny, Welsh Bill and few others. Caught the bus into town to take some photographs of the St George’s Day celebrations in the Slab Square.

1Mon01b I tried to take a photograph of Clumber Street when I arrived in town. But the camera would not allow me to, it was now fully kaputt!

So, I called into the Jessops camera shop and perused those on offer. I found one, the exact same model Lumix as the one that had packed-up on me. I decided to buy this model, as I should be able to operate it without too much hassle, surely? By the time I’d just started growing hair on my head again, an assistant approached me. I could tell I’d disappointed him with my opting for one of the cheaper older cameras. His look of dejection almost made me feel guilty!

Then, 1Mon01b again. I could not find my card to pay him with. He said he’d keep the camera to one side, because it was the last of the older models in stock, for me to return to purchase from him later. Then, a smidge of panic set-in. Had I lost it? I felt sure I’d moved everything from the big coat to the sleeveless one?

Back to the bus stop to return home and search for the plastic. I caught a number 40 bus that I can drop off of on Winchester Street, and hopefully get to the flat and find the card, and still catch the next L9 back to town.

The bus was cram-packed and very busy en route.

1Mon01b I sat down on one of the side-saddle seats. Then a lady with a pram got on, and I moved to another place, to allow her in. She stood on my right foot, a big gal she was too. Tsk!

1Mon01b Then, a lady with one of those dangerous potentially deadly four-wheeled shopping trolleys got on at the next stop. She hit my chin a fair-wallop with the cart!

I alighted the vehicle, more limpingly than I got onto it. Hehe! Fretting on and off about the loss or mislaying of the card, I made my way as fast as I could manage, across the road and down back to the flats.

I got in, straight to the new heavy coat, and breathed a quick sigh of relief at finding the missing object and transferring it into the sleeveless jackets zip-pocket. Then out again sharpishly to get the next L9 bus, due out in ten minutes from Chestnut Walk.

I realised that I might now be too late and miss the Parade. Caught the bus with minutes to spare and help from it arriving a few minutes late.

In town, I was hobbling and hastening into the Slab Square when Sister Jane rang. Told me to meet her at Brian Clough’s statue on King-Queen street junction. So I did.

1Mon01b I met up with them, but we had missed the big parade. I fiddled with the camera and got it going, it kept sticking with the zoom thingy half open and having to be forcibly encouraged to complete the motions in and out. This spoilt the occasion and made for some pretty bad photos, some not worth printing. But, a few decent ones were produced, more from luck than any skills on my part. We had an excellent nattering and stroll around as the crowds were breaking up. We made the best of it.

Brother-in-law Pete was using a new fandangled tool on his new camera, that allowed him to take photographs of behind where he stood. Natty looking machine.

Here are the results of my efforts.

 

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And, here is Pete’s from his latest fancy new Galaxy (I think?) camera and elegant extension.

 

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We parted, farewells given, and I went off to the Jessops camera store to collect the new-old Lumix. There was only one person serving, lunchtime you see. I gave up waiting in the end.

Limped to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street and caught it back home to the flats.

Penny and a friend got on, and I listened to their chinwagging and laughter between them. This cheered me up a bit after all the Whoopsiedangleplops of the day so far.

The chin where the lady on the bus hit me with the trolley was stinging a bit. I took a look and found a decent bruise. Huh!

Exchanged farewells with Penny on the 11th floor and got in the flat, with mixed feelings. Annoyed and irritated by the Whoopsiedangleplops, cheered at seeing Sister Jane and frustrated that I’d lost so much of the day by losing the card. Oh, and I felt so tired and weary now.

1Mon10I dug out the old tiny Nikon Coolpix camera an put two-AA batteries in it, and it worked. I might not go back for the new Lumix camera I was looking at in the shop, but I might. Hehehe!

Then I got the Robirch oven sausages that had to be consumed by tomorrow and got them cooking. The label said on 240° for 35 minutes. Put a jar of the tomato & basil garlic flavoured sauce in the pan on low.

Then did the Health Checks and took the medications. Had a wee-wee that I thought may never end. Haha!

1Mon09Turned the sausages in the oven. I noticed there was no smell coming from them when I took them out and added them to the saucepan.

Got the nosh served up and ingested.

Well pleased with the flavour of the sausage.

Fell asleep and had a dream, in which I was being chased in underground tunnels for what seemed days… somehow escaping the clutches of the blood-covered almost zombie-like mob who were in pursuit. Getting fed-up with this, I bravely stopped, turned to face them and shouted something like; “Go on them, take yer blood, tear me into pieced and cook my head in garlic and seaweed – Do yer best you &*()%’s!” And they did. I seemed to be still alive while my head, boiling away in the saucepan, I asked them to add some onion-salt?

I woke with a start, off for a wee-wee. Washed and did the last Health Checks and back with my head down to watch some TV. I was off in the land of Nod in minutes.

Inchcock Today – Friday 20th April 2018: Busy Whoopsiedangleplop Day!

Friday 20th April 2018

Lao: ວັນສຸກທີ່ 20 ເມສາ 2018

0335hrs: I woke up, initially full of apanthropinisation, a reversal of the brain’s general confusion, worrying and fearing everything whatever came into it. As a rule, I’d lay there fretting about whatever and searching for something to puzzle over, speculate about, weigh up or be scared of. Often resulting in dysania. But not this morning. At least not for long, the inner panic and sense of failure would soon return. Not yet though, for I unceremoniously arose, with the stomach grumbling away and Duodenal Donald giving me gip and found myself in the kitchen doing the Health Checks with no memory of my getting there.

5Fri001WDP001A As I was putting the kettle on, I caught my frightful reflection in the window. The face had the Spotty-Muldoon blotches again, like yesterday morning, although not so aggressively this time?

I wondered if it might be the tiny insects nibbling at me, as they flood into the flat through the holes and cracks in the walls that had not been plastered yet? Or was it something to do with nerves? Either way, the panicky, fearful-of-life mode returned, and anything to fret over came into my poor tortured brain again. The visitation from the apanthropinisation had ended. I enjoyed those few minutes of freedom from concerns.

5Fri001bBack to my regular ‘Getting worked up, get in a fluster, get overwrought, be on tenterhooks’ modus operandi and philosophyHumph!

Off for a wee-wee.

WDP001A Then, when I went to attach the sphygmomanometer, I found the Nurse Ann donated blood-taking scar on the arm, had turned into a right looking mess. Next time  I see her, this will be my fault of course. I made a brew and did the Health Checks.

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5Fri002The sys was up a tad, the pulse gone down a bit, but the calefaction remains somewhat high, but physically I felt alright in myself. I’d best not mention the mental aspects of how I feel. Hehe!

Off for a wee-wee.

Got the computer going, it started alright today. Sorted the photographs to use. Started off this diary.

Then went to finalise the Thursday post. Got it sent off. Did some WordPress Reading, then a few comments to reply to and make.

Changed all the things from the heavy coat to the sleeveless multi-pocketed one. I expect to get sarcastic comments about still wearing such a lot of clothing mind.

5Fri005Got the ablutionalisationing and medicationalisationing tended to. Surprise, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all, and only the tiniest bit from the lesion. Hurray and yippee!

Set off on my mission to get some Liquid Paraffin, for the plates-of-meat and picker-upper. Out through the maze and along Chestnut Walk to the cabin to await the bus.

I took this rather picturesque shot of the flats with the new build in the centre. Coming 5Fri005aon in leaps and bounds now, the Extra Care block is.

Warm out there. But I have to wear long sleeves and keep a hat on in the sunshine. Else the skin cancer gets worse, and it affects the Warfarin level a lot.

Got in the hut, and it was soon filled with tenants. I had a smile, laugh and chattering session or two, with the others.

5Fri006WDP001A I did, ask expected, receive a sarcastic, “Ain’t yo warm in all that bloody gear?” I calmly pointed out that the skin cancer affects me badly in this weather, I have to keep the sun off of myself – Why does this bother you then?” He wasn’t bothered and just said “Oh!” sneered at me giving the up & down stare and left. I departed to join the smoker-residents outside when the bus arrived. I had a go at the crossword book, and did reasonably well on it, en route.

I got off and poddled to the Wilko store and had a look around for some Liquid Paraffin (At least I think that is the name of it.) I came out worse off financially, but no paraffin available. It appears the yar going to stop selling their own label softener and granules. Shame! I love the scent of these products. However, I thought the sign said they had reduced them down £1 a pot, so I got three while I could. I also purchased a packet of sweet almonds, citrus aerosol sprays and some small Milky Bars for the nibble-box.

5Fri007Paid the lady on the till and went out to search for the paraffin and picker-upper.

The Nottinghamians were out in force today. Presumably to get the sunshine while it lasts.

The beggars, street musician, Big Issue sellers and even a few of the imitation Police Officers were spotted. With their hands in their pockets or chatting away with members of the opposite sex mostly! Hehe!

I noticed amongst the shopper, many of the old folk were dressed like I was.

5Fri009Then I called in the Poundland Store, to see if they had any of the things I was looking for. Of course, they had not, but I did come out having spent a bit there too. They had some large bottles of the Zoflora Citrus disinfectant at £2. Which is cheaper than those at Morrisons (£2.69) and Asda (£2.59). So I bought one. And another two citrus air sprays, 2 for a quid.

I made my way towards the slab square.

5Fri008Calling in three different shops in search of a new picker-upper to replace the broken one I fell on having my last nasty dizzy spell last week.

I had no luck at all. I’ll have to get to see Penny and ask her when she is going to Derby, I’d like to go with her. Then I can have the pleasure of her company and have a look in the disabled shop in the Eagle shopping mall for the picker-upper.

5Fri010I cut through Climber Street into the slab square.

The corner where a gang of mock-musicians usually locate themselves in a closed down shop doorway, a young man was playing the keyboard. (Well, I think that’s what it’s called anyway). As I approached, I spotted several mugs of takeaway coffee behind one of his speakers and thought, well, at least he can’t be doing too bad then. On my turning the corner, there were three other blokes. One with an upturned Industrial Cleaner tub. And two more toying with… well, I don’t know it was. But they had more speakers, and I think what a bass-booster, attached to the instruments. They were sharing what to me, looked like a suspiciously long and thick roll-up. Haha!

Eventually, I got to the City Centre Square. And, I took a few photographs of the Nottingham students, unemployed, shop-lifters, alcoholics, potential muggers, two-imitation police officers, takeaway food delivery pavement cyclists, the stink from the eight coffee shops in sight, TWOC convicted metal thieves, addicts. Going bankrupt shop staff having a fag and selling products from the shop to the students (Cheaply, mind), and pick-pockets enjoying the sunshine. (Hehe, only joking… I think!)

5Fri011

Up Queen Street to the bus stop. Some more Nottingham Street Art on the bench.

The L9 arrived, and I got on along with one other bloke. At the first stop along, where regularly, I would expect several of the flats tenants to get on the bus, there was only one gal, Norma I think.

We couldn’t have a gossip, cause she at far away on the side-saddle seats with her deadly four-wheeled shopping trolley. Hehe.

We got off at the flats and had a jolly-good chinwag and laugh as we made our way back to the beautiful uncladded, filthy windowed, draughty, holes-in-the-walls, noisy, messy, in-a-right-state, full of agitated people, Woodthorpe Court apartments.

Norma got out of the lift on the 4th floor, said our farewells, and I got to my little assaulted by Willmott-Dixon attackers, dwelling.

WDP001A When I got in the flat, took a wee-wee, got the kettle on and realised I’d forgotten to put the crock-pot on when I left. So, the potatoes will not be ready for hours!  Huh!

WDP001A Then I checked the receipt for the things I’d bought. The Wilko one showed £15.80 spent! The fragrance granules were £2.50 each, not £1 as I had thought. What a Shlimazel! And, the bottom item showed up as being for: Wilko Functional Food 30p – not the foggiest idea what that was?

The banging, then drilling, then back to grinding and banging noises welcomed me home. But thankfully not for too long. No idea where they were emanating from, except they were coming from somewhere above. The hot weather for the Willmott-Dixon lads must be about as welcome as it is to me. The poor souls will out in the blazing sunshine sweating pints when they have to work outside up on the hoists. They must be busier than ever with the new build as well.

Got updating this diary. Took me four hours to get up to here. I’m getting tired again, the concentration was not high now.

I went to do the Health Checks and checked on the potatoes. The spuds were done, so I put some grated cheese on the potato cakes and got them in the oven.

Set the timer and went back to turn off the computer. The view with the bird poo on the glass, is not bothering me as much tonight?

The alarm reminded me, and off I went to get the meal sorted. These victuals went down nicely indeed. A worthy 8.4/10 rating. The bland taste of the Morrisons Extra Mature cheddar was a disappointment, though.

I got the pots washed and had a wee-wee. Did a bit of medicating here and there.

Last Health checks were belatedly done. Medications were taken.

5Fri014Got another mug of fresh orange juice and took this photo of the skyline through the kitchen window. I don’t understand why, but the Clint Eastwood film, ‘The Good, the Bad and the Ugly’ came to mind.

Off for yet another wee-wee. I must remember to mention this to the quack, Dr Vindla.

It seemed to be getting warmer in the flat, and I rolled up the jammie bottoms and got down settled to watch some TV.

5Fri016 I noticed that the legs had started to go wonky again. One bigger (More retained water) than the other.

WDP001A After taking this shot of my limbs, as I was returning the camera to the Ottoman, it slipped, and I had to grab it quickly to prevent it falling and getting damaged. In doing so, I knocked over the mug of orange juice, the tray with the pen and notepad and the tube of Phorpain gel… and the camera still fell to the floor along with the other things! Fool! I got things cleaned and sorted-out, it took me a long while to get done. Mainly, because of the struggle to get back up from the floor each time that I bent down! Hehe!

After what seems a day or two, I finished the pottering and got down again to watch the ‘Hustle’ episode on the TV. Just in time to see the closing credits rolling. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 17th April 2018: Incorporating pictures of the most elegant buildings in Nottingham. (I think)

 

Tuesday 17th April 2018

Scottish Gaelic: Dimàirt 17mh Giblean 2018

0235hrs: Woke up, pandiculated gently, awaited the brain to join the physical body puhtceared a while (Plenty of worries fears and hassles to reflect on). Duodenal Donald reminded me of his presence.

Whoosie3W01 The need for a wee-wee encouraged me to disentangle my overweight bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner and make my way to the wet-room. En route, I could feel the dried blood from the Fungal Lesion cracking and a sensation of fresh liquid running down my leg – Oh, Heck! Much cleaning and medicating needed following the completion of the painful wee-wee.

All sorted now, I went to do the Health Checks first.

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I got on with sorting the Monday Diary out then. A big job with me having taken so many photos on my little trip out, and not having done any work on it when I got home either. It took me until around 0700hrs to complete the job and get it posted.

Made a brew of tea and took two pictures of outside from the kitchen window. One straight ahead and one upwards to the right. I must get out for a hobble through the beloved Tree Copse. Decent looking morning, mind.

2Tue02ad

Cloudy, but much warmer forecast for today. Which is good news with the cladding installing being a long way off yet?

Had a look at the comments. Didn’t take long, only two on today. More will follow, I’m sure.

Then, onto the WordPress Reader. Plenty on there today to enjoy.

Have to stop now, time for the ablutionalisationing session. Turned off the computer.

Whoosie3W01 Oh, Cruds, The Dreaded Blue Screen came on!

2Tue02f

Not the foggiest what it means.

Got the ablutions sorted and took the bags to the rubbish chute – put the cleaned empty jars in the carrier to drop off at the recycling bin on the way out.

Off to the Obergruppenführeress Wardens Hut, via the glass bin.

Welsh William, Roy and two ladies in there when I arrived. Soon to be joined by Cyndy, Penny, Ruth and others. We all seemed to have a good gossip and laugh. On the bus, I sat behind Cyndy, Margaret and Penny, and the nattering continued with the lady bus driver, but I could not join in, I couldn’t hear what was going on. Hehehe!

2Tue03I got off in town and made my way to the Aldi store to get some more of the red coloured Bun Thins.

The old Palais De Danse ballroom looked in a sad state.

I got to the store and found that they had not got any of the red thins in stock, so I bought a packet of white ones to try out. Went a bit 2Tue04bonkers with the buying of fodder again, also bought strong crunchy cheddar, mini-potatoes, caramel nibbles for the nibble-box, Viennese rolls for raffle prizes, Light-fry butter spray, tomatoes, frikadellens and free-range chicken thighs, lemon yoghourt and sugar snap peas.

A step nearer bankruptcy now, I exited the Aldi shop to go to Tesco.

2Tue05The Nottingham City Victoria Centre flats loomed over the horizon.

I got to Tesco and ended up buying nothing, they had no scones or Pork Knuckles in stock.

So I wandered out of the store, to be followed by two security men.

As I stopped and looked back at them, they just stared at me? Then shadowed me to the doors. Most peculiar!

I hobbled along to and down Clumber Street. I’ve never seen so few people on it.

2Tue08a

I meandered down High Street, onto South Parade, the Poultry and Pecks Lane, St Peter’s Gate and Albert Street. Slipped the Big Issue seller some dosh and into the M&S store down to the food hall. Where I spent madly again. Chunky chips, triple-coated chips and french fries, Breakfast tea bags and butter biscuits.

2Tue11I used their self-serve till, and a slightly desirous sturdily built young lady did the job for me.

I went up the escalator and out into the fresh air, and it was starting to blow a bit now.

As I was stood on the steps, right old Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. So I stood there a few minutes to regain my balance. I think I must again, have looked white as two ladies asked 2Tue12ame if I was feeling alright and did I need an ambulance calling.

I thanked them and said I was okay. Which by then I was. The equilibrium returned, and I set off to the Poundland store, on Wheeler Gate. I’m not sure, but it seemed to me that these two officers did not move at all for ages, as if they were statues? I felt more clearer-headed as I hobbled along, though. I got diverted into the Sainsbury local store, to see if they had any of the seaweed sheets in stock. I came out with Quavers, Marmite rice cakes and seaweed added to the weight of the bags.

To the Poundland shop, and had a wander around there. Ending up with Choc biscuits, Pork Farm pies and nibbles for the social in the bag. I was so glad to see some of the Pork Farm pies on sale, they have not had any for months now. I got an extra one for Penny. I remembered talking to her about these last week, and her saying she loved them too.

2Tue14I wondered to the Slab Square and Little John up in his dome on top of the Council House, indicated I had 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due to arrive.

I strolled, albeit limpingly around the slab square for a while.

The wind was kept blowing with strong gusts and then dying down again?

The Nottinghamians wandering around with their mobile phones and pots of coffee, all 2Tue15aseemed a little morose to me.

I took a photo of some of the Fothergill Watson designed buildings on Long Row.

So much of his best work has already been demolished all around Nottingham now.

Without a doubt, the most sadly missed will be his Black Boy Hotel, on Long Row.

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Those still remaining, are worth viewing, just for their elegance and handsome designs.

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2Tue16As I arrived at the bus stop on Queen Street, the sun disappeared momentarily, giving me the chance to take a ‘moody’ shot of the Council House dome. With the tops of more Fothergill Watson buildings on the left.

I again, as the only person to get on the bus when it arrived late.

I was overjoyed when a crowd got on at the first stop, and Penny was amongst the passengers that got on. Bless her, she sat next to me too. This gave me the opportunity to hand her the Pork Pie treat. Over the moon when she thanked me and said she would love it.

Along with the lady on the seat in front, we had a jolly good chinwag en route.

Off the bus, we walked to the flats and up in the lift. Said our farewells as Penny got out, and I returned to the apartment. She said she was going to Derby tomorrow and would have a look at the disabled shop in the market, to see what ‘Pick-up sticks they had in stock for me. Bless her!

Did the health checks first, in case I forgot later. (I’m learning, Hehe!).

2Tue17Then I unloaded the bags and sorted and I stored-away the purchases.

Had a wee-wee. Took the medications. Back for another wee-wee (Hello?)

Too drained to do any work on the computer. But with the dreaded blue screen coming on when I closed down earlier, I did start it to see that it worked, and it did start up.

2Tue18Got the meal prepared.

My eyes were too big for the head, again!

But, what I ate of it, went down well.

Rated this one as a 9/10.

I soon fell asleep after I’d washed the pots settled down. Quickly as a matter of fact. Very early.

I woke up around 2200hrs, got up, had a wee-wee and made a start on this diary.

 

 

Inchcock Today – Monday 16th April 2018: Got outside at last!

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Monday 16th April 2018

Filipino: Lunes Abril 16, 2018

0545hrs: As my reluctant expergefaction began, the uhtceare ridden brain joined it in feeling depressed. The aching body tormented by Duodenal Donald and amalgamated to greet the morning in a cowed, fretfull, apprehensive mode. I seemed to be worrying about everything.

The need for a wee-wee forced me into extracting my weary, tired body from the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the wet room. A good job I changed the PPs last night, they coped well with the copious amount of blood from Little Inchies Lesion. This reminded me to visit the surgery today and get a date for the GUM clinic from the doctors, or better still, go there on Tuesday to see them first.

I did the health checks and made a brew to take the medications with. Sys down yet again, the pulse continues to do its ‘Up, down, flying around’ thing. Hehe!

1Mon01

I took an extra Omeprazole capsule and a good few swigs of the impotent antacid medicine. I’m sure the worry and hassle over the noise from the flat above every weekend and sometimes during the week, and my being forced to complain about it, has caused the ulcer to flay up like it is doing. I hate conflict, and it worries me.

With my not getting to sleep for hours and hours, and waking up feeling so tired, it was now nearly 0700hrs, soon I must get the ablutions done. How I will find time to do the WordPressing and blogging might prove difficult today.

I had a quick go on the WordPress Reader. Then got some draft diaries done in advance. Made a list of things to do today, and put it in my pocket.

Time for the ablutions now. I enjoyed this session, barely any medicating needed apart from the Germaloiding. Hehe! Duodenal Donald kept on at me, so much so, I took an extra few swigs of the impotent, weak antacid medicine and a Ramipril capsule.

Got the black bags sorted and taken to the rubbish chute.

Off out to the shed, where I met Obergruppenfurher Julie, who was aware it seemed, of my complaining about the Saturday noise above. She asked me why I don’t just go up and see him. This was not what I expected to hear. I informed her I had visited the flat before but got no answer. Perhaps he is a popular tenant with them? I proudly showed off my list of things to do!

Cyndy and some other of my favourite tenant gals arrived, and we had a great chinwag about this, that and a lot more. I wish I could remember the names of more people. The place filled up, Welsh William, Frank and others. William was looking and sounding so much better now he is getting over his Morphine addiction. When the bus arrived, I sat behind Cyndy and Doris (I think that’s her name, a lovely woman).

I got off the bus and began what turned out to be a delightful mini-hobble around town.

1Mon14a

1Mon01aCalled in Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and was lucky enough to find some cooked Pork Knuckles on sale, and bought three of them.

Whoosie3W001 However, I could not find the list of things to do anywhere. I emptied all the pockets and searched the bag, without any luck? What a Putz!

Then out and across to the Aldi Store for an amble around. I got some caramel nibbles that the ladies at the Social Hour have taken a fancy to. Some crispy bacon, lemon yoghourts and some flatbreads I have never seen before. They are called Flat buns. (There is a photo further below of them) Almost orange in colour, I had to try these, especially as I now had the Pork Knuckle and tomatoes to make some sandwiches for tonight’s nosh. Oh, and some potato cakes.

1Mon01bThe bag a bit heavier now, but I was feeling okay, and wanted to make my way to the Nottingham Arboretum Duck Pond.

Out of the Aldi store, through Vic Centre and out facing Shakespeare Street, where I hobbled to the end of, passing the hundreds of young, fit students, very few without a phone or a coffee in their hands and up Goldsmith Street to the Arboretum.

1Mon05The mixture of ancient and brand new building was not pleasing to my eyes.

I hobbled up and in through the Arboretum gates, well, I say gates, there was only one narrow small gate open.

If a wheelchaired person needed access, I don’t think they would have gotten through it.

1Mon07I had a reminiscing moment or two when I got inside.

Back came the girls, the bandstand, the ice-cream sellers, my youth. I had to stop my wandering mind. Hehehe!

Along to the duck pond. The surprising thing was, there were very few ducks, just a handful of Mallards mixed in with the pigeon army. Here are the photographs I took at the pond.

 

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1Mon07aOn my way out of the place, these beautiful little flowers caught my eye. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any like these before, beautiful!

Whoosie3W001 On my way up Goldsmith Street, a group of four or five students, on their phones yet still giggling and laughing with each other, coming in the opposite direction, forced into the road as they 1Mon08carried not. Possibly not even aware of what they had done. Hey-ho! No harm was done!

The grotesque new college building was now open and functioning. What an eyesore!

I wonder how much the demented architect got for designing this monstrosity?

1Mon08aUrgh!

Near the top of the street, I came across some Nottingham Street Art inside the wall of the closed down office block. It seems that the local pizza place is not as popular as it might be? Haha!

1Mon09Crossing Upper Parliament street near the Royal Centre and Theatre Royal, I crossed over and went down Market Street, with its many abandoned retail businesses and the odd few new specialist high-class shops, all customerless when I hobbled by them.

Down to the Slab Square, the sun was out, no 1Mon10signs of wind or rain, the sky looking a picture and a decent count of generally depressed looking Nottinghamians milling around.

Passing the Starbuck and Costa coffee houses, with their clients all on computers or telephones inside. The coffee cups with the stagnating coffee and the froth, running down the sides of the plastic pots onto the tables and tops and congealing. At the Starbucks anyway, I had a good look in there. Hehe!

I called in the Poundland store on Wheeler Gate and had a wander around. I bought some yoghourt covered peanuts and a packet of Sunflower Hearts to restock the now empty duck-food pot to use next visit.

1Mon11Paid and went on the slab square.

On the South Parade side, I got close up to some plants and took a photographicalisation through them across to Long Row opposite. Now here, the buildings displayed some of the most elegant architecture ever designed anywhere. Done so by my favourite designer of all time, of course, Fothergill Watson.

1Mon13I was pleased with how this effort came out.

A quick look at the Little John clock revealed it was time for me to get to the bus stop to catch an L9 back to the apartments.

So, off up Queen Street to the shelter.

The bus was a little late, but this has become the norm for the 1205hrs one. The driver is coming from the depot to relieve the regular one so she or he can get a dinner-break.

The bus arrived, I was the only person to get on.

1Mon14I took a snap of the newly decorated facia of the Frankie and Bennie’s Diner as we passed by. I hope they do better at night for clients because I rarely see anyone in it when I pass by. Possibly another future victim of the Nottingham Business Failures League?

I’d have thought that their breakfast offer of ‘Bacon & Eggs’, consisting of two rashers of bacon, two eggs and toast on offer at only £5.95, would have had folks rushing in. Hehehe! £6!

The lovely Doris (?), got on at the first stop, and we had a jolly good laugh and nattering session all the way back home. I enjoyed that.

1Mon15We parted in the lift, and back in the apartment, I got the purchases stored away. The new to me Flat buns are on the left.

The sudden exhaustion overcame me, and I had to leave the updating of this post until the morning. I was fatigued in the extreme.

All I could do was get the Health Checks and medications sorted, and sit down with the worries, fretting and fears combining to stop an sleep coming for ages.

1Mon16The new Flat-Cobs were delightful. I buttered them and sliced some pork knuckle and tomatoes. Added a side of a sliced apple, pickled egg and seaweed sheets. A jar of the superb lemon yoghourt to follow.

I might have nearly nodded off eating this meal, but it was a smashing change for a meal. Rated this as a 9.3/10 effort.

I lay there waiting for sleep to overtake me, but it wasn’t interested, despite my thinking I was tired and drained?

Eventually, I managed to nod-off.

Suddenly temporarily rejuvenate, I shot awake ten minutes later. With the sensation that something was wrong, or I had forgotten something? Horrible when this1Mon17 happens isn’t it?

I had to get up have a look around to check if anything had woke me up. I checked that no alarms were activating, nothing had fallen over, cooker okay, taps off, etc.

I noticed the bird poo on the balcony window looked well set on the glass now.

It took me ages to get back to kip. But this time I stayed asleep, straight for five hours! Ahh!