Inchcock Today – Mon 25 Mar 2019: The day began well, then the medical fiascos kicked off again! Humph!

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2019 Mar 25

Monday 25th March 2019

Punjabi: ਸੋਮਵਾਰ 25 ਮਾਰਚ 2019

GC blue01wd 0.0.30 00:25hrs. I woke in a desperate need for a wee-wee! I disentangled my grossly oversized-wobbly-stomached torso and body from the second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, stubbed my toe against the large Ottoman, swore silently, and grabbed the EGPWWB Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket, and had a wee-wee of the VSHLP (Very-Short-Hosepipe like Painful) variety. Before I had finished, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived! Off to the wet room, I trudged.

1Mon06wd 0.0.30 The evacuation was unbelievably significant and voluminous. I feared that the three floors above in the flats may plumbingly get things blocked. Hehehe! It needed a couple of flushes and a bowl of water to clear things away. 

wd 0.0.30 I checked out the pins (legs). As per every other morning, they had transformed into different looking limbs again, from the day before. I’m glad that yellow flesh tinge had changed back to the more natural pale, anaemic tone. The pigmentation on the lower chins had acquired a reddish colour, a few new blood papsules, but the fluid retention had lessened a lot. The knees were not so gnarly either. The leg-ulcer looked like it was about to burst into activity again, slight swelling and this also is turning more red coloured.

What a start to the day!

wd 0.0.30 I returned to the recliner and noticed some guilty signs of nocturnal-nibbling scattered around. Self-loathing and disgust emanated from within! A small almost emptied tub of sweeties lay on the small Ottoman, laughing at me! In the waste bin, was an empty packet of Stilton cheese biscuits and Cheeselets! Crumbs were spread over the cushion, and the carpet will need to be vacuumed later! Now, I felt such self-contempt. Which at this point, any elaboration would be incommunicable, without resorting to language that I do not wish to use. What a prologue to the day’s events!

1Mon02I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks.

wd 0.0.30 I think that things were confusing me again with the readings. The Sys had tumbled, the Dia shot up, the Pulse to the lowest its ever been, and the temperature at 33.5° was lower than it has been for months?

Hang on, I’ll check in the mirror to see if I’m still here… Yep! Hahaha!

Had a wee-wee, they have now changed into the VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee) mode. Then got on with updating the Sunday Inchcock Today post.

Another VSWWW to add to the two I needed while doing the blog, was taken.

I checked the emails. And spent a few moments pondering on today’s needs, which were not a lot, but posed prospective problems to this Nottingham Pensioner. I have to collect the socks and Glide machine from the chemists in Carrington today. I just hope that they will have been delivered by the time I get there. I cannot get back home on the bus afterwards, at least, I imagine I will not be able to get on the bus with the Glide? I must call at the Sherringham Medical Practise on the way to the pharmacy, to ask for a Sample pot. There was something else, but I’ve forgotten what it was. Tsk! I’ve also got to find a way of getting the socks on after doing the ablutions later this morning. That’s going to be fun, although a more suitable word comes to mind than fun, but, I mustn’t use bad language. Haha! I just hope that the wee-wee demands die down before I have to go out.

Made a start on this Inchcock Today.

1Mon07Got the ablutions sorted out, bins to the rubbish chute. Took a recycling bag down on the way out, dropped it at the caretaker’s door.

Made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and 1Mon07apottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. Where I had a natter with some residents, Doreen, May, Kath and Roy amongst them. Not many laughs this morning, mostly listened to complains and moans.

No Obersturmführeress Warden/Guards, the office all locked-up, blinds down. I hope they are okay. Still, the hut had been opened up.

More of the gang joined us, and we moved out to the bus stop. We mingled with the Winwood Heights mob already at the bus stop. Where I did manage a few laughs and natters. I dropped off in Sherwood and got a loaf of the sliced Polish sourdough bread from the Post Office shop. Then over the road and caught a bus into Carrington.

wd 0.0.30 It was packed to the rafters, and fighting my way to get off of the bus was a challenge! Hehe!

1Mon07cI called into the Sherrington Park Medical Practice and asked for some urine sample bottles, which the lady handed to me. Thanked them and off out to walk down to the Lidl store first, then to pick up the Sock-Glide and socks from the chemist. I bought some Rosti sticks, lemon yoghourt, Melton pork pie and battered sliced potatoes, and paid at the self-serve tills, then out and to the chemist.

wd 0.0.30 Which is where the previously good part of the day ended! They knew nothing about the glide or socks! So, I had to hobble back to the surgery, in search of clarification. They were very busy, and I kept letting folk in who were obviously there for an appointment, and waited until the rush died down before telling my Tale-of-Woe to the first receptionist that came ‘free’. I explained as precisely and accurately as I could, what happened at the Mary Potter Centre and what I was told. She had a lool on her computer and told me to take a seat while she checked things out.

Which I did. After a short-while of my doing the crossword book puzzles, the young lady waved me go to her. Which I did.

wd 0.0.30 It now appears, that the glide and socks are going to be sent to Sherrington Park later, and I will have to go back to the surgery to collect the articles. I assume they will need to show me how to use and make sure that I can use the glide safely? She kindly offered to send me an Email when they arrive, and I can make an appointment to collect them.

My Disappointment and frustration Scale went to Defcon 2! Hehe! And, the feeling that nothing will ever go right medically again permeated through to the grey-cells!

1Mon07dI thanked the receptionist. And decided to walk back to Carrington, partly to get some of the albeit cool, sunshine on my body, and allow me to rid my mind of the twisted thoughts within, and reclaim some form of belief, purpose, faith and confidence.

(It didn’t work like that, of course! Still, no wee-1Mon08wees were bothering me, so all was not a disaster!

The Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist and there were many I could photograph in time, or, to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered, I suppose.

1Mon09So low were my spirits. I should have known better than to even think that anything might go right for me.

Maybe I knew (EQ) all the time that things would not go to plan with the socks and glide. I just keep occasionally failing, to accept that my 1Mon08alife of Woe has and will always be frustrating, annoying, failing, defeating, harassing, intruded upon, fraught, perturbing and plagued with my inadequateness and a dearth of any success!

wd 0.0.30 Then, as I had to hobble between a Pavement Parked Royal Mail van, I 1Mon09abanged the bruise on my left arm, on the telegraph pole!

I feared that I was having an inner-battle against endogenous depression. I even considered having a nervous breakdown, but I didn’t have the time to. Hahaha!

1Mon10When I got into Sherwood, the sky and clouds looked so beautiful, although it was not very warm with it. I stopped for a moment for a spot of nephelococcygia. What I found was a duck, in this nephogram on the right.

I wonder if you can see anything?

1Mon11I was so pleased to see that the Nottingham City Council have now arranged for some meaningful efforts at population control to be activated in Sherwood at last!

I declined their kind offer of walking into the middle of Mansfield Road, all the same!

The plates of meat (feet) were starting to give me a lot of grief. But, that was not a bad thing at all, It helped take away a degree of the moroseness I felt at being let down again with the glide and socks. Thus the self-pity dissipated.

1Mon12I limped on, and waited at the bottom of Winchester Hill, for the L9 bus.

I took this picture of the clouds opposite the bus stop.

When the bus arrived, it was full of Winwood Heights tenants, some of who greeted me as I got on. A tremendous little chinwagging session tool place and they allowed me to tell them of my medical farce. This made a couple of my fellow residents laugh, I like it when I can give someone a laugh! It cheered me up a bit too.

1Mon13When we got back to the flats, I joined a little ganglet of about six Woodthorpeonians, on the walk back to the block. They soon left me trailing.

By the time I arrived at the lift lobby, all bar Roy, who no doubt could not fit into the cage with the girls, had gone up in the lift. I snapped him as he monitored the elevators. Haha!

As I waited to chat to Roy, I had a couple of Dizzy Dennis visits, out of nowhere. Bad ones, too. Had a parting laugh with the lad, off the lift and into the flat.

Took the medications, with an extra Ramipril. I’m not sure if these help with the dizzies, but I think they might. A wee-wee, and got the food prepared.

1Mon14Buttered Polish sliced sourdough bread tomato sarnies, ham hock and some of the potato Rosti sticks. And very nice too! Mind you, I was feeling hungry! I ate everything up. A taste rating of 9.3/10 for this effort.

Whatever followed is unclear. I  woke a few hours after I must have drifted off, the tray and plate on the side seat, the TV on, and the bottle of spring water was almost empty.

I got up for a wee-wee, washed, took the evening medications.

I recall getting my infamously flobby body back into the £300 second-hand recliner. and thinking what a clot I was not to have taken the tray and plate to wash – then having a cracking Dizzy Dennis session. And… Zzzz!

 

Inchcock Today – Thu 21 Mar 2019: Includes ‘Exclusive’ revelations of the farcical Health Centre Visit!

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2019 Mar 21

Thursday 21st March 2019

Hindi: गुरुवार 21 मार्च 2019

00:25hrs. I stirred into the travesty I sadly call life. The visit to the Mary Potter Centre, taking over my thought processes (Such as they are). The removal and dismounting of my bulbous bellied body from the £300 second-hand, ci 1968 rickety recliner was more comfortable that it has been in years. Another Mystery!

4Thu02I got my balance and checked the legs. I could hardly see any signs of the leg ulcer (That I have waited eight weeks for the appointment, and that day is today, Grumph”). The colourings had changed again, though. The chins had acquired a painful looking shade with a spotty rash. The knees were getting back to a more knobbly-warped, face-outline design. One leg had more fluid retentions than the other, but they were both of similar colouring. But there was no pain from them? Mind you; I wasn’t using them then. Hehe!

4Thu03aI laid out the tube, big shoes, paperwork all together in the hope that I would not forget to take them with me to the Health Centre.

I poddled painlessly, even the heels and soles of the feet were not tender this morning. Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on and did the Health Checks.

All this sudden bout of lack of pains is confusing me a bit.

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The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room. The evacuation was somewhat reluctant. But this gave me an opportunity to read some more of the Victoria Wood biography. There was no bleeding from the haemorrhoids today. How long can this go on for; Only the tiniest bit of bleeding from the fungal lesion. There was no bother from Arthur Itis, the soles and heels, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald. It’s not natural, and a bit confusing, too!

I even started to sing silently to myself, going through what words of my Frankie Vaughan favourites I could remember. Green Door, Tower of Strength etc. before moving on to some Dean Martin (June in January, The man with the mandolino) and Nat King Cole tunes (Mona Lisa, Unforgettable)!

Got the computer on and started this blog going, as far as here. Then I updated the Wednesday blog. 4Thu04Posted that one off to WordPress. Went on the WP reader page. Then on Facebook to catch up with the TFZers and post some pictures to the albums.

Got the brekkers sorted out. A bigger one today. Sourghdough tomato sarnie, marmite cheese buttons, bits of Melton Mowbray pork pie and vinegar potato sticks.

3Wed27A letter was found in the hallway. ‘Electrical contractor will need access to the flat to secure cables to the heater from skirting boards, if necessary.’ The timing was given as, ‘Either Monday 25th, Tuesday 26th, or Wednesday 27th March!’

Got the ablutions sorted out. Black bags to the waste chute as I left.

I called at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. And informed Pole-dancer and Warden Deana, of my having the INR blood test done on Monday 25th, and doctors appointment for the 27th. So, only Tuesday would I be in. Deana said she would pass on the message for me. 

4Thu05I enjoyed a chinwag or two with my fellow alcoholic tenants in attendance. Hehe! We had a few laughs and exchanged insults.

Caught the bus down into Sherwood, crossed over the road and caught an 87 bus to Carrington. It was cram packed, I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats, clinging on as best I could. But, it was only for about seven bus 4Thu05astops, before I got off at the end of Gregory Boulevard. I had to walk back to the pelican lights, where I was nearly knocked over in the students rush to get to the college.

Then I walked back towards the traffic island, and got over the dangerous crossing there, without any hiccups.

I began the hobble along Gregory Boulevard.

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As I limped along slowly, I was well ahead of time at this point, and the memories came flooding back to me. There were precious few Nottinghamians making use of the Forests greenery this lunchtime. The stubs of the metal fencing that was removed in the first world war for munitions. The charity fancy dress football match I played in for the RAOB so many years ago… and I never got to touch the ball the entire game, and my mate Michael playing in the bath towel that imitated a nappy, Hahaha! Goose Fair, Billy Smarts Circus, the long-gone bowling green, the gals who granted me a walk in the bushes and trees (well, one did!), last months stabbings… ah, memories.

4Thu08aWDP My sad indulging in the wool-gathering session came to an abrupt end when I noticed this Herbert of a Nottinghamiam Pedal Cyclist coming toward me, while he was texting on his phone! This annoyed me, he wasn’t even looking ahead! Although he did stop once or twice. As he passed me by, still using his mobile, I tapped his shoulder and said “Oy, bad enough you’re using the #+?~#/g footpath, but look where you’re going at least!” But my childish outburst was ignored completely.

4Thu09WDP As I got a few hundred yards or so further on, another Nottinghamian PAvement Cyclist came from behind me, and his bike hit the bag I was carrying. He just carried on, likely not even aware of what he’d done. I contained myself and did not raise my voice at this animal.

WDP Mainly, because I was checking the vial of urine, I was told to take with me, to use if it had been broken open by the inconsiderate slime-ball on the bike. But, oddly I could not find it at all? Oh, 4Thu10dear, had I left it at the flat? I decided to have another search when I arrive at the Health Centre, which was only about five minutes away. Well, for a fit youngster, it took me ten minutes to get there, at hobbling-speed. Tsk! The feet were painful again.

I found this photograph on the SD card later. I can’t recall why I took it?

I arrived at the Mary Potter Health Centre, and it was a larger place inside than I imagined it would be. As I got the camera out to record the breadth and length of the hallway with the reception/helpdesk at the far end, I espied a notice informing me that it is not permitted to take any photographs in these premises! Shame!

I was thirty-nine minutes early, so I called at the Help Desk (Not that it was very helpful initially). There was just the one chap who overtook me and got to the desk first, and I stood behind him, a fair distance so as not to hear what was being said twixt the bloke and lady assistant. They chatted, with the assistant not looking too happy about things. Later she disappeared into the back room, leaving the chap looking annoyed for some reason.

Twenty-minutes later, the queue behind me had grown to around twelve people, the man was beginning to look annoyed now. The other behind me had begun a muttering campaign, that was getting louder by the minute.

Ten-minutes on and one of the security guards looked over, and came to ask if he could assist me… or rather said: “Wot can I do fer yer, youth?” I showed him my letter, asking him for the location of the said Treatment Rooms. He pointed out to the stairs and told me I need to go up to the first floor, adding, thankfully, there is a lift around the back of the stairs I could use. I thanked him and went to the elevator. Pressed the call button for the first floor, and arrived upstairs. Where the layout was distinct, but I stopped at another reception desk and showed them the letter. The lady pointed to the chairs at the end of the corridor, I thanked her and went and got myself down in one of the higher chairs. Got the crossword book out, and a nurse arrived within minutes to collect me. She led me through a maze of corridors to the treatment room. I made notes of the route we took so I would know the way back out later. Clever stuff, eh? Hehe!

I got to the room and sat down as instructed by one of the two very nice ladies in the office. A Q & A session was carried out. When they were asking about the leg ulcer, I got the camera out to show them photographs of the wound and legs in their differing daily conditions. It transpired that the younger of the ladies had attended Winchester Court, and had had a tour of the Winwood Court?

WDP I still could not find the vial of urine!

They explained bits of what they were to do, then I sat on a manoeuvrable trolley. Rolled up both sleeves, and trouser legs. I liked that, hahaha! They placed BP cuffs attached to the four aneroid manometer gauge and inflation bulbs, to both ankles and arms. They spent half-an-hour taking a reading from both right sides, then all variations possible of other options, they got the results and recorded them. Then, they took BP readings for each toe.

After a confab between themselves, they told me that the blood is still getting to the feet. It is possible that Axonotmesis is causing the problem if so, there is nothing that can be done about this. I looked this up in the following morning: Axonotmesis is more severe than neurapraxia, with complete internal disruption of axons, loss of axon continuity, and demyelination. However, the epineurium, perineurium, and endoneurium remain intact. Glad I did, Hehehe!

They asked about what Nurse Nichole had told me about help with the stockings. I said it was a ‘something’ glide, to help put on the stockings/socks easier. The lady kindly fetched one of these guides from another room and proceeded to show me how it worked. Adding that they were ordering two pairs of the elasticated legwear for me. They must be hand-washed daily, and never put in a dryer. I am concerned on how I am to get one pair dry in a day without heat, in time to use it to replace the other one I would be wearing in time? But I failed to mention this, my being whimp. Also, because she said I could search for these on the web and buy some. I can use this frame with loose-top socks as well, these are machine washable but expensive, I can try Amazon to buy some from. I’ll check these out in the morning!

4Thu27I have to collect the Sock-Donner from the chemist, along with the socks. This picture is the nearest I could find on the web, that was anything like the one they showed me how to use, which I will be getting. The layout workings are similar. The NHS one had thicker stronger square tubular tubing, is bright green and a lot stronger and durable looking to me. It has a snap-on grabber at the back, to trap the sock tops once you have inserted them in the grid. It is much larger too so there may be less bending down to use the NHS one? You can use it from seated. That’ll be bettererCould be fun lifting the leg up, but far less hassle than what I have now! Carrying it home from the chemists should be fun, especially on the buses.

I’m looking forward to getting and trying it.

I thanked the ladies and gave them a bag of nibbles, which I am pleased to say, tickled them pink.

WDP Said my farewells, and still got lost on the way out. But I found the stairs and used them, coming down in the different area to that I went up from. Haha! Klutz!

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I hobbled along Gregory Boulevard and turned right onto Radford Road and made my way to the Asda (Walmart) store. Where I came out with, a can of hot dogs, Polish sausages, custard pots, sliced brown baguettes and two fresh-cream horns (Naughty!)

4Thu17WDP Paid at the self-serve checkouts, needing assistance when I blocked the machine somehow.

Out and to the Tram Stop on Radford Road. When the transport arrived, I had to sit on a side-saddle seat again, and they are a lot smaller on these trams, you know. Not to mention much-harder on the haemorrhoids!

I arrived in town, with only fifteen minutes before the L9 was due. So I had a nip down Queen Street to get some pictures of the happy-go-lucky, gay, abandoned Nottinghamians in the slab-square area.

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The bus arrived, and I got on, the only passenger. This will not help the campaign to save the bus cuts, will it! No other residents got on the bus either en route. When I arrived home, a few folks were wanting to get on the bus. When I got back to the modernisation-mayhem of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, I took a few snaps of the entrance area.

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Off course, by then I was done-for, tired, weary and not up to doing anything. No health checks were done. I intend to do just one a day from now on. (On advice from Tim Price). 

4Thu24I did ring my neighbour’s door, to hand her the strawberries. I hope she likes them.

Got the chips in the oven cooking. Then I got the trousers then socks off. A bit painful removing the socks, though. But I felt a lot better after that.

I got the meal sorted out and served up. Brown baguette, buttered and sliced up some Sicilian 4Thu25tomatoes as filling. Chips and chicken mini-sausages. Initially, I put a pot of lemon mousse on the tray to have afterwards, but I remembered I had the fresh cream French horns, (Ahem!) to have.

WDP Which were horrible, and after two bites, the second nibble was to convince myself of how terrible the first one really did taste, I didn’t eat any more of them. Eurgh! Very disappointing!

4Thu23I thought I could hear the sounds of a police helicopter.

So I had a look outside but could see no signs of any emergency vehicles whatsoever.

Took the medications with a Furesomide tonight.

The legs felt a bit fuller than of late.

4Thu26Having taken the pills and medicines, I spotted a little white smoke on the distance. It seemed to be coming from near the Hadyn Road/Hucknall Road junction area.

I flaked out on the £300 second-hand rickety recliner within minutes of getting settled.

I slept right through for around six hours, waking in desperate need of a wee-wee!

Inchcock Today – Mon 18 Mar 2019: The day started well, blood test, went for a marathon hobble and regretted it later. Tsk!

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2019 Mar 18

Monday 18th March 2019

Maori: Rāhina 18 o Maehe 2019

23:45hrs. There was obluctation from the body when the brain told me to get up. Not because of the ailments, just a general reluctance to rise and face whatever the day held for me. I didn’t move for a few minutes, despite a wee-wee demanding me to.

I pondered: The visit today for the blood test, must get some work done on sorting out the kitchen, I’ll take a walk to the Mary Potter Health Clinic to make sure I know where it is and the layout for Thursday’s Leg Ulcer appointment. Buy some bread. Don’t forget to take the nibble treats for the medical staff. The shower tiles need cleaning… thankfully, many of these brave, but rejectionable ideas faded, and I rose to get the wee-wee tended to. Hardly needed to have bothered, it was just a weak trickle.

1Mon02I had a check of the pins (legs) while in the wet room. The knees looked better than they have for ages. The remnant of the leg ulcer had cleared up even more, and the fluid retention has gone down a lot. Tsk! I’m going to look a right clot when I go to the centre on Thursday, with legs that will look like there is nothing wrong with them!

The mind was a little vague this morning, concentrating was not easy. Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

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1Mon07Wd BLACK Where I found last nights medicine pot with the tablets still inside, I’d missed taking them. Klutz! I just imbibed the Warfarin and Magnesium along with the morning doses.

Made a brew of tea, and got on with updating yesterday’s blog. Finished, I sent it off to WordPress.

Visited the Porcelain Throne. A somewhat reluctant evacuation, still a messy one though. Read a bit of the Victoria Wood biography while I waited for the movement.

Got the ablutions sorted out. Although the legs looked less blown-up, it was another battle to lift the still heavy things enough to get the PPs and socks on? Made sure the HC readings and INR Dose sheet were in the pocket.

I thought I’d have a hobble into town after the limp to Carrington and the Doctors. I took the second Medications, in case I am not home in time. Checked that the nibbles were already in the bag.

08:06hrs: I set off out into the not too bad looking morning, dropping off the bag of recyclables near the caretaker’s door.

Made my way thr1Mon07aough the maze of works on Chestnut Way.

Wd BLACK The spirits sank an iota when a Paramedic Response car came on site, passed me by and went to Woodthorpe Court!

I pressed a smidge despondently along to the end of the Way and turned right down Winchester Street.

1Mon07cThe sky looked to me, to be beautiful if a tad threatening.

I walked down the hill, with the mind having one of its storming sessions. Worries, fears, hopes, needs all fighting each other to get prominence of place in my poor demented brain’s acknowledgement department, that was struggling to cope before the brainstorm began! Huh! I certainly did not want to put up with conceptualising, or even recognising my problems at that moment!

1Mon07dWd BLACK I got an immediate release from the worries when I got onto Mansfield Road and began to walk up the hill. An uncaring, antisocial, inconsiderate, antagonistic, indifferent, animal of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist passed by far too close-to-me, and sped off, weaving around other pedestrians at speed. The scumbag was probably unaware of the results of his threatening and illegal (but no one is interested) actions affected others. Fehl!

Wd BLACK A1Mon08 couple of hundred yards further up the hill, and another Scumbag Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist flew by me.I’m afraid this one got to me, he was even closer to hitting me, and let out a verbal utterance, “Go forth and multiply!” but using fewer words. Luckily, I was wise enough to speak in a voice that ensured he could not hear me, just to avoid the fit young man doing so, and knocking the-hell out of me. Hehe! I was momentarily cheered when I saw the car pulling out of a driveway, and immediately prayed that it would hit the primate riding the bike. But, no such luck! Tsk!

Over the brow of the hill and down the hill into Carrington. I got in the Sherringham Park Medical Practice, and being in plenty of time for what I thought was my 09:00hrs appointment, and, having hobbled there in less than 55 minutes, I felt almost proud of myself and adopted my ‘Smug-Mode!’

Wd BLACK The look the young receptionist gave me, you know, that sort of sideways glance, assisted by the unspoken,  ‘Poor old fart’, expression! Followed by her sympathetic sounding words; “Oh, Mr Chambers, you will have a long wait, your appointment isn’t until 0950hrs with Nurse Ann!” As the realisation that I’d boobed again sank in, I found myself replying, nonchalantly, “No problem, I have my crossword book with me”. I smiled weakly, as the self-chastising words in my head burst forth, making me feel such a fool. A right Schlub!

I got seated and doing the puzzles. But only for about five minutes or so, and my beloved Nurse Nichole arrived and called out my name. She had seen my name come up when I logged in at the reception on the computer, and her next patient had not yet arrived, so she could hurriedly fit me in for the blood taking, to save me waiting. Now, this kind of lovely action brought me back to a much better mood! How thoughtful she is ♥. She took the blood in record time, still managing to natter to me a little, which was also appreciated. I asked her about the name of the thing I have to ask for at the Mary Potter Leg- Ulcer Clinic on Thursday. It was a ‘Glide’. I handed out the nibbles, and thanked everyone, and departed. Setting off on the second and longest part of the marathon hobble, into the city.

1Mon08aJust by the traffic island junction with Gregory Boulevard, I spotted some new life forcing its way through in the hedging. Bootiful!

As I tackled the steepest part of Mansfield Road, passing the Rock Cemetery, the feet, not the legs, began to become my most painful problem. Gawd, they were stinging, even the toes! But I did nit at this time regret making the marathon hobble. I felt with my not getting any decent walks in for ages, it was needed. It was only the plates-of-meat that complained about it. Hehe!

1Mon15I veered off down Huntingdon Street and called in the Lidl store. Where I bought a Melton Mowbray pork pie, German-Smoked cooked meat, part-baked sourdough baguettes, chicken thighs and remembered to get some cornflakes this time. Paid the lady at the checkout, and left to go on a walk-about to take some photographs of the older parts of Nottingham. But the feet objected, so I changed plans, and made my way directly towards the L9 bus stop on Queen Street.

I swear the toosies were getting so bad now, I must have looked like aright cripple to anyone watching me. Wish I’d taken the stick with me now… but that’s me all over, wishing I had done something different. Humph!

As I limped by the end of Clinton Street, I had never seen so few people walking through it in my life ever! It looked rather sad, really.

I ambled along Upper Parliament Street, and many Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists were spotted. But taking any photographicalisation would have meant stopping and starting walking again, and I thought the feet would not like this. Oh, dearie me, they were playing up! That should teach me not to miss having walks regularly whenever I can.

1Mon11I was the only passenger to get on the L9 bus. IT felt a smidge eerie, cause usually there would be a good few others waiting, including some of the Winwood Heights residents, but not today.

At the Victoria Centre bus stop, about twelve did get one, including Elizabeth from the flats. We had a little chinwag, and she told me off for doing the walking, and not demanding better service from the medical people. A right character she is, we all love her to bits.

Arriving back at the flats, with my feet not being in good condition, I got off of the bus last, so as not to delay anyone who might be in need of a wee-wee, up. Haha!1Mon16

Lizzie had shot off ahead by the time I got off. But I gritted my teeth at the pain and managed to take these photographs as I hobbled on and caught up with her. Note the proximity of the roller near the barriers that form our old folk’s temporary footpath, complete with metal legs as obstacles to trip over and the lack of room. Just thought I’d mention it.

We had a good laugh and chinwag and moan en route and in the lift. I like the colour of Elizabeth’s coat. Said our farewells as I got off and Lizzie went up another floor to her flat.

I got in the apartment and set about doing my best to ease the pain from the feet. What a good idea, I thought!

GCB05d Wd BLACK If you had seen the performance in my trying to apply the Surgical Spirit to the feet, you would have thought of a scene from ‘Faulty Towers’ or ‘Some Mother Do Have Them”. I probably went through much more pain applying the mixture, as any pain it might have eased on the feet! In fact, I had to use the picker-upperer stick to affect where I could not reach (which was about 90% of the limbs), I ended up cutting a toe with the edge of the grabber! I spent over an hour doing it, and felt much worse than when I started the job! What a Schmuck of a Zeyde!

My body, mind, concentration and outlook faded fast. I did the Health Checks and took the medication, and got the nosh prepared while I was still awake. The weariness increased abruptly. Humph!

1Mon14The meal was made up of two flat-bottomed buttered tomato cobs, Marmite crisps and cheese buttons, yellow and orange mini-tomatoes, chicken thighs and the last of the mini-chicken sausages. I enjoyed the flavour of this effort, but the tiredness and exhaustion I felt, meant I did not eat it all.

In fact, I fell asleep eating it, waking up some hours later. Moved the amazingly unspilt tray to the side, and drifted off again. Zzz!

Inchcock – Fri 18 Jan 2019: My downward spiral, physically and mentally fallibility, pettifogging and shucking seem to be relenting. So, thankfully they are not aeviternal. Oh, Joy!

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Friday 18th January 2019

Danish: Fredag den 18. Januar 2019

23:25hrs. I woke, after falling asleep about five-hours earlier. I knew I’d been dreaming and that they were not pleasant ones, but could not remember any details and I had not made any notes on the pad on the Ottoman this time.

No mind wandering this morning, just a determination (Well, a weak one I admit, Hehe) to make a start on sorting out the spare room later. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Escaping the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was done with almost ease. Apart from the left thighs mystery bruise pain when I moved, no Duodenal Donald or Dizzy Dennis hassle at all!

5fri003aAvoiding any toe stubbing, I made my way to the wet room with haste, arriving in time to avert any repeats of yesterdays messy embarrassment.

Sadly, I found a dead spider on the floor. I fetched the Sony to photograph it. Is this an indication of a Weevil-Counter attack and their murdering of this innocent creature? Or, is it that the spider was out to eat them, and walked over the sprayed Weevil killer? I said a few words over the body and gave him or her a burial in the toilet bowl. R.I.P.

WD 0.0.255c The evacuation went well, only a tiny bit of bleeding. I washed and was returning to the computer when I realised I had left the camera in the wet room. On reentering the room, the pungency of the stifling malodour, made me want to throw-up! Cor blimey, did that bit of salad on last nights nosh cause this noisomeness?

To the computer and got yesterdays post updated and sent off to WordPress. The concentration seemed a little better now. I have to say, I thought my recent ailments had gained the upper hand, and I had begun a downward spiral physically and mentally! Although I felt that this months mind-fallibility, misbehaving, pettifogging and shucking were going to be aeviternal.

Made a brew, and got the Health Checks done.

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5fri001All sections seem to be on the rise again a smidge. Due to the reduction in the Furesomide as I wean myself off of them, I expect. 

I took this photo from the kitchen window and went on CorelDraw to use it as a background as I made up the Thoughts for today graphic.

5fri002I’d received an Email from Morrisons about yesterdays order.

They kept to their word and kindly knocked off a fiver from the cast, for the delivery being so late.

I got a pot if the Morrisons pot porridge.

WD 0.0.255c The light in the kitchen was flashing all the time. I tried turning it on and off a few times, but no luck. I bet the poor souls in their beds opposite the complex will get annoyed by this non-stop on-off flashing of the light, while it is dark anyway.

Pouring the boiled water into the pot was dodgy in the coruscating phosphorence. I poted some water onto my finger, Humph! So I walked into the lit room and filled the tub in there.

WD 0.0.255c The real shame is that the lights have brought on the dizzies now! Oy Vey!

However, I did take eight shots from the same place near the kitchen door. And got a light-flashing and light-off pictures in order first time. Smug Mode Adopted

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 I went onto the WordPress Reader.

Then I got the ablutions done. Made up some black bags and took them to the waste chute. I took a big bag of recyclable waste and took it down with me as I made way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumour-mongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Where I asked Ballerina and Leutnant Untersturmführeress Warden Julie if she would be kind enough to ring the maintenance to inform them of my kitchen lighting problem. Which she kindly did. The bloke told her that all lighting was now the responsibility of the tenants.

2019 18 janI struggle but either manage with the step ladder to change the ordinary bulbs when I get someone to hold the steps for me; or ask a younger tenant for help usually. But this light fitting is a neon one. I don’t know how it fits on anyway. After Julie explained about me being at risk tenant, the man said he would have to make an appointment then. So he did when prompted by Julie. Monday next twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs. I thought fair enough, it is Friday already, so I’ll have to do anything needed in the kitchen in daylight for three days. I’m sure I’ll cope. Hehehe! I thanked Gruppenführeress Julie and set out on my mini-hobble into Sherwood to get some Polish bread and freshener granules.

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5fri11I met Welsh William as I got out of the hut, he was on his way to Sherwood too, but much to fast for me to keep up with him. We exchanged a few words.

Towards the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned back to take this picture. Still showing Winchester Court on the new signage as being WI__ HESTER COUR_, Hehe!

5fri12I had a leisurely, laggardly amble down Winchester Street hill into Sherwood.

It was pleasant to take this route without having to rush, as I usually do when walking to the Doctors, Nurse or the Clinic.

I thought the traffic looked light. Then realised it was later than I would typically have been hobbling down the hill. 

5fri013 I crossed over the road and slowly made my way to the Middle Eastern food store with the Post Office in it, to buy some Highland Shorties and sliced Polish Bread.

WD 0.0.255c Alackaday! There was no Polish Sourdough bread available today! Ah-well! The chap said when I asked him, that some should be in stock by tomorrow, he hoped. So did I. I also wish I’ll be feeling as good as did at the time, in the morning so I can leg it down to get some. At least I got some Scottish biscuits. I paid the gentleman and departed crossing over the road at the Pelican Lights.

5fri014I called into the Wilko store and bought some washing fragrance and a bottle of lemon scented bleach. Paid the lady, and continued up the hill.

I stopped to look in the shop windows on my way. I spotted that the Card Shop had some thick, sturdy Notebooks on sale at half-price! I investigated and found them to be most suitable. I think that Lynne mentioned she needed something, so she didn’t have to keep using loose paper. So I got a few of the notebooks. At that price, it would be criminal not to treat her! Haha! Buying them proved to be along job, though. I picked up the books and went into the checkout. I got the right money out ready, and by the time someone came to serve me, I had a long line of customers behind me. Still, I was in no rush, and it looked like the gal helping was on her own. Poor thing!

5fri015When I was crossing the end of Trevose Gardens, I found out that the Winwood Heights Winchester Court flats could be seen from where I was.

So I limped down to get a decent picture.

I pressed on and walked up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

5fri016 At first, there were very few about.

By the time I’d gone up the hill a few hundred yards, people and dogs seemed to appear from nowhere. And many of the dogs made a beeline for my bag to have a sniff and a nosey inside.

I never did work out what it was they smelt that attracted so many to me and my carrier? But I did enjoy fussing and chatting to a few of them. Included in the ‘bag-visiting’ dogs, where a group of three German Shepherds, a Chihuahua, Cairn Terrier a Scottie, two separate Labradors and a Lurcher type dog! I was enjoying myself! Most of the owners spoke to me, many showing surprises at their animal showing interest in me. Great fifteen-minutes walk!

5fri017WD 0.0.255c Apart from a dangerous, ignorant, scumbag, knuckleheaded git of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist when I entered the park, this was one of the most contented few minutes with the canines, I’ve had in ages.

As I turned the corner at the top of the hill, I made for the Tree Copse, with the intention of walking down through it and getting some camera shots.

5fri018But, I noticed two people walking up through the trees, and they were slipping all over the place – so I decided against taking that route.

As I started to walk directly down the gravel path, I took this picture of the complex. Which I thought turned out a half-decent effort. Sometimes this old Sony camera takes better shots than the much newer Lumix, I believe.

When I got inside the lobby. May was sat there, and we had a nattering session, a few laughs as well. During our conversations, many other folks walked through who we greeted and a few we chatted and had a joke with. As it turned out, Lynne came through, and I gave Lynne and May one of the bargain-priced notebooks.

It was a while until I forced myself away, and up to the flat.

It tried the light in the kitchen, I don’t know why, cause it not going to work was it? Haha!

I did the Health Checks and the last of the enoxaparin injections for now anyway, unless the Warfarin level drops again. I updated this blog, then put some of today’s photographs on the Facebook Albums.

5fri20Health Checks were done, and the nosh was prepared.

I made far too much for me to eat. Much of it was left uneaten and thrown away I’m afraid.

However, what I did eat I enjoyed.

Did the Health Checks and made up a mix of spring water and orange cordial and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch an episode of the A-Team, then there were three episodes of Law & Order and two of Hustle all on after each other.

I didn’t get to the end of the first A-Team episode before I’d nodded off! Tsk!

Inchcock Sun 18th Dec 2018: Another lonely chinwagless weekend. Weevils still visiting. Humph! Ah-Well…

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Sunday 18th December 2018

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WD146.0.0 0015hrs: Woke with a cracking headache over the left eye. On the plus side, I didn’t go through my usual unpleasant expergefactory process of self-discriminatory, nit-picking and fault finding of my day’s actions, decisions, worthlessnesses, and fears. I just lay there trying to work out why I was feeling so glumpse and nefastous with myself, almost self-hating, for the few psychotomimetic, awkward moments that lingered pesteringly.

I was saved from this mental dysphoria, by the summoning from the innards, for me to attend and utilise the Porcelain Throne.

I extracted my outsize, paunchy elephantine stomached torso from the £300 second-hand recliner with no bother or hassle whatsoever. (My EQ told me this would not last for 7Sun07along!) Off to the wet room.

WD146.0.0 As I was seated doing my duty, I scanned the floor of the room and spotted about seven of the Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles.

Completed the evacuation, and gathered up the ‘all dead’ carcasses of the weevils. Put them in a paper towel, and said a few words over them as I wrapped them up, sprayed them with disinfectant and deposited them in the waste 7Sun07bin. Hehehe! They all seemed to be adults, which was worrying because the last week they have mostly been young ones?

In the spare room, I discovered more Weevils than of flat. EIBWBBB’s were scattered all around. Tsk!

Washed up, and off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done.

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7Sun10The Sys, Dia, and Pulse had all come down nicely.

Off for an SSWW.

This headache continues to grind on. Humph!

Made a brew (the last one went cold) and made a start on finalising the Saturday Diary. Got it posted off, and began to make this one up.

Went on Facebooking, a lot to catch up on this morning, with my not doing any yesterday due to the early arrival of Fatigue Francis.

I decided to take an extra painkiller, the aching head is getting worse I think. Ah-well!

Spend a good few hours on TFZer Facebooking, WordPress Reading, Comments etc. By the time I had got caught up with yesterday’s blog updating and posting, the headache had eased off.

Did some graphic titivating on CorelDraw for later.

7Sun24I tended to the ablutionisationing as soon as it was 0800hrs, and I could use the shower without disturbing my neighbours too early with the noise. Had a refreshing session, didn’t cut myself shaving. (Although, I managed to cut my gums with the toothbrush, Klutz!)

The view outside was decidedly different on the left to the right?

7Sun25Seeing my beloved Tree Copse looking so thinned out and sadly damaged more by yobboes cutting paths through from top to bottom, made me feel so depressed.

I decided to get out a bit for a bit of exercise and fresh air.

Thought I’d call at the Co-op to get some more apples to replace the Lidl Cox’s that had all got mouldy centres. I’d thrown them away.

Took two black bags to the waste chute. Paid a rather messy visit to the Porcelain Throne, cleaned up again. I gathered the bag, hearing aids inserted in the lug-holes, the correct 7Sun20glasses put on, put the gloves on, ensured I took the recycling jars and bag with me, made sure I had some money in my pocket, and set on my little hobble around the block, so’s to put it. See the tiny route map below left.

Down in the elevator, out of the lobby and to the recycling and glass bin.

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I added my empty gherkin and vinegar bottle to the Thatchers Vintage Cyder, Peroni, wines, Champagne, Gin, Whiskey, Absynthe, Jack Daniels, Spirytus Rektyfikowany, Balkan, Zubrowka Bison, Huangiju, Kirsch, Cognac, Rum, Tequila, Lager, Freya Birch Spirit 40% Whisky Exchange, Black Cow pure milk Vodka 40%, Harrowgate Rum 40%, and Sangria bottles in the bin. I even found a bottle of a new one me; Brewmeister’s Armageddon beer (which has an incredible 65% abv according to the label)! I looked this beer up later and got this report: A Scottish brewery has created the world’s strongest beer — but a pint of Armageddon will cost drinkers a mind-blowing £80! Still, no good me being jealous. Hehehe!

7Sun27Over the road and off up the gravel hill path to the Woodthorpe Grange Park. Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis being no bother whatsoever! Off course, Anne Gyna didn’t like the going uphill.

WD146.0.0 At the top, I took this sad photo of the once beautiful thick tree copse. Looking rather threadbare and frayed now. Heartbreaking, for a nemophilist like me!
Waking down the path to the Mansfield Road gate, and doing a bit of nephelococcygia (the act of finding shapes in clouds), daydreaming, and 7Sun28watching the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball – I was suddenly feeling so contented, comfortable and warm. Despite the sunshine producing no heat.

WD146.0.0 It had to happen, a rabid 6’6″ young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, shot speedily by me while I was standing still watching the clouds (Well, one has to have a hobby. Hahaha!) And the git belted by me so close, it made me jump a little. Oy Vey, the Nudnik!

7Sun29 No longer in my contented frame of mind, thanks to the Herbert on the bike, I plodded on out of the park and up and over the hill into Sherwood.

I called in the Charity shop to see if I could find a John Q or The Negotiator DVDs. No luck.

Out and down to the Wilko store and had a look around. I came out with kitchen rolls, some nibbles for the Social box and a bottle of washing-up liquid.

Paid the lady, and out into the oh so cold sunshine. Up the road and into the Co-op store. Leaving there with some fresh tomatoes, oven chips, marshmallows and Cox’s apples, hopefully, these will not have rotten cores like the Lidl ones did.

7Sun31Down the hill, and left starting off up the dreaded Anne Gyna prompting Winchester Street Hill.

I did notice an unusual shape in one of the bigger clouds, just out of interest, can you also see it? Think eagle

Anne Gyna soon started to complain as I walked up the incline.

When I got up to Cavendish Vale, I turned into the road to take this view of all three components of Winwood Heights. Woodthorpe Court on the left, the new Extra Care block and Sturmscharführeress Warden’s Offices in the centre, and Winchester Court on the right.

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Note the old Volkswagon car? ‘K’ registrations, that would be a 1971 VW Fastback Mark 3 with the 1.6H engine, I think.

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I moved on up the hill again and came across these flowers/plant sticking above the fencing further up. I’ven o idea what they are, but they do look just like the ‘Special White Radishes’ I got from Sainsbury’s last week? Apparently, they are not them, but they did remind me of those radishes. More pointless waffle, Sorry!

7Sun34bAs far as I could tell, up near the garages on Winchester Street, the Mystery Workers Boots and little bin had both vanished! Being replaced with the larger, somewhat rusty container. Nottinghamian Street Art at its finest! Hehe!

The short way up to the top of the hill, and left into Chestnut Walk.

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I took the opportunity to picture the scene in front of me. The barren and abandoned looking, lonely, unpopulated view of my beloved Winwood Heights.

In the complex, I didn’t see a soul all day again. Gawd, I hate Chinwagless Weekends! 

Got in the flat and Fatigue Francis dawned, earlier than ever on me. Did the Health Checks.

7Sun38Prepped the fodder and got it served up.

A few of the chips I’d bought, the gherkins, tomatoes, fried dried onions, Cox’s apple and a buttered pork sarnie. Followed by a pot of lemon mousse.

I ate it all up, wished I’d done more chips, though. A well deserved Flavour Rating of 9.3/10 was given!

I’m afraid the blues joined in with the weariness and all I did then (Apart from having many SWWWs, medications and the last Health Check in between getting up to check repeatedly that I had not left any taps on). (I’m going bonkers here you know!) Was to watch a DVD film, Seagal’s ‘Glimmer Man’. But after many nod-offs and rewinds, I gave up. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Mon 17 Sept 2018: A Walk through the Tree-Copse, the War against the Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles going well. However, the Porcelain Throne visitations trebled!

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Monday 17th September 2018

Esperanto: Lundo 17 De Septembro 2018

0200hrs: I woke up, convinced it was Sunday. Exited the £300 second-hand dodgy recliner and off for a wee-wee. A short-sharp-painful wee-wee!

To the kitchen to take the medications. The empty pots on the tray, made me realise it was either Monday, or I’d taken the wrong days medications. I got my brain a tad bamboozled trying to sort things out. I ended up checking on the calendar to confirm the day. Poor old Klutz!

Took the medications, with a certain amount of ambivalence. Then got the Health Checks done for this morning, and updated last weeks results.

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1Mon01Last weeks Sys and weight average was high. Down today, though.

It was a bit nippy in the flat this morning, looks like Autumn has arrived and is rushing into Winter?

WDPolive Off to the Porcelain Throne. For a messy evacuation and to find that Little Inchies bleeding lesion needed unclogging (Ooh, ah… Argh!), and medicationing.

1Mon01aI spotted just a few of the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles near the crack in the floor near the door. All dead, about eight of them.

Cleaned things up, and went on an Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles search and destroy patrol, Raid and Rentokil spray at the ready. An inexorable approach was adopted and concentration at its highest level.

1Mon01aaWDPolive Stubbed my toe on the scales as I went into the spare room.

There were lots of the weevils on the window ledge in the spare room again.

I’m sure that they are coming out from the gaps and unsealed holes left when the windows were installed because the dead ones were found close to the tiny holes in the plastering?

Worryingly, all of the dead weevils were tiny young ones. The adults were noticeable by their absence. Not sure what this indicates?

Made another brew of tea to replace the one I let go cold, and onto the computer to start this blog, up to here. Then went to finish off yesterdays diary.

Got Sunday’s finalised and sent off.

Went on the WordPress Reader section, and replied to a comment.

Then, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Oh dear! An extremely messy affair this time, and heavy in content. I made a brew and took a Dia-Limit capsule. Well, I nearly did. But I noticed a pack of Galpharm Diarrhoea Relief Tablets and thought I’d try these ones. On reading the dosage advice: Adults and Children over 12 years: Take Five Tablets up to four times a day…? Methinks these will not be very helpful. Huh!

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A lot of stuff was thrown down the waste chute from a floor above very early in the day, again. Tsk!

1Mon02WDPolive Off to have a jolly good ablutionalisation session. Well, apart from the shave. There I was lathering myself up, and I felt something on my head. I thought it was one of the evil boll weevils, and shot my hand up to grab it (Sillilly, with the razor in my hand) Hence a little knick! Haha! I did feel a fool, no signs of any weevil or beetle. What a Schmendrick!

I reckon I got a bit over enthusiastic with the shaving foam and some had got on to my head, which I mistook for one of the flat invading creatures? Tsk!

1Mon03I took two black bags to the chute on my way out.

Down and out of the lobby, I  turned and took this photo of some of Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors working on letting in the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles into a flat on my level of the apartment block. Hehe!

1Mon04As I crossed over the road, I snapped this one of old Chesnut Trees as the slowly began to drop some chestnuts.

The rain was stopping now, although the odd sprinkle of precipitation fell later.

I limped on, feeling in a fair condition, and at a decent pace for me too.

1Mon05Down Winchester Street and left onto Mansfield Road. In search of some of those tasty soft pastry lemon cream biscuit squares.

An almost deserted avenue, usually teeming with life?

WDPolive Diddly-Dangs! They had, coconut, banana, strawberry,  and Kiwi flavoured, but no Lemon! I asked the lady on the till when she had stopped talking to her friend if they had any lemon ones in stock. “If they ain’t there on the shelf, no!” and carried on talking about something or one called Kendrick Lemur, it sounded like to me, with her pal. I put on a sulk, returned my unused shopping basket to the stack near the door, and skulked off. Aha-ha!

I called in the Co-op Store and got a Beef Pie on offer at £1, baby potatoes and two extra large potatoes to baked and bash up with strong cheddar cheese later today.

Back up the hill, and to the Wilko store. I got another ‘Raid’ Beetle-killing spray. And a food bowl to replace the one I broke last week. I paid the lady, thanked her and departed.

1Mon06WDPolive As I meandered up the road, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came whamming it down the hill. I’d hoped he might skid in the rain, break a leg and index finger… but, no such luck! Tut!

WDPolive By the time I had reached the Charity Shop and realised I had failed to take the donations with me, called myself a name, gone in to see if they had any copies of ‘The Negotiator’ in their DVD collections, which they had not; Three other Pavement Cyclist also shot down the hill! Grumph!

1Mon07At the top of the hill, I rested a moment or two.

I put down the little and glanced down at it and thought; What an odd bag of shopping I had collected today.

1Mon07aI pressed on, with Anne Gyna, Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, and Duodenal Donald all being kind to me this morning.

I entered through the Woodthorpe Park Gates and ambled up the footpath. I saw precious few Nottinghamians on my way to the top. I did watch some dogs taking their owners for a game of ball, though. Hehehe!

I turned right and had a walk down through the Tree Copse. It looked a little sad all thinned out and losing leaves already. I photographicalised the walk down and out of the other end.

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1Mon14WDPolive The spick-and-span, so welcoming sight of the neat and tidy immaculate foyer entrance, greeted me as I arrived home and nearly tripped over the plastic tape on the entrance tiles.

I picked it up and put in in the bin.

I met Mable as she got out of the lift on her way to the laundry room. Gave her a choice of nibbles from the bag for her and hubby.

1Mon14aI got in the Lilliputian apartment, and a had a short-sharp-wee-wee. (Best if we just take it that I did this on average every half hour.) Hahaha! Why am I laughing?

I got the bits I’d bought put away.

Getting one of the large potatoes in the oven.

Took the cheese out of the fridge ready for mixing with the bashed-up spuds later.

Started to get the photos ready to use on this blog, then began to update it.

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1Mon16The noise from outside had stopped

Must be the lad’s break time.

Off to the wet room for a w… Oh, no, we agreed not to bother mentioning the wee-wee’s didn’t we?

1Mon17The sky and clouds looked beautiful, although it was a tad ominous.

Made a brew of the most elegant English Breakfast Tea by Twinings. The Extra-Strong variety.

When I returned to the computer, I started actually falling asleep while typing!

Not good this. I haven’t been up for twelve-hours yet. And I’ve only taken a tiny hobble into Sherwood and back. So why am I feeling like this so early, even for me? I’m a bit nervous about falling asleep and letting the meal burn or start a fire even. Most aberrational!

Ah, the lads are back outside, and Global-Virgin is working, slowly, but still.

The spuds were ready to burn my fingers while I took out the flesh and mixed it with the extra-strong cheddar cheese, then returned it to the oven to brown off; adding beef pie at the same time.

Did the Health Checks.

1Mon20The cheesy potatoes were not up to my usual tastiness Sob! I don’t know what I did wrong? The large butter beans in tomato passata were flavoursome and mealy. The pickled cucumber was good. The apple was bitter, but okay. The fresh tomatoes were so-so. The beef pie was terrible. Even the last two soft pastry lemon cream cake squares seemed to have lost their tastiness? Flavour Rating of 5/10 is the most I can give it.

I left a fair bit of it and threw it away. Got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak.

WDPolive The third Porcelain Throne session of the day! Mmm?

The usual evening performance played out. TV on, nod-off, wake, curse at missing a programme I wanted to watch, nod-off, wake up, nod-off, wake up…