Inchcock Today – Mon 25 Nov 2019: Mayhem and confusion, and a fair bit of disillusionment! Worra rotten day!

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2019 Tnov 25

Monday 25th November 2019

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 25. Studenog 2019. Godine

0Nov 25

WDP 08R02aWD 0.0.5 01:35hrs: I woke up, feeling instantly depressed at the thought of having to go to the After-Stroke Physio session, knowing how it always gets to me mentally, as well as physically. Then I pondered, have I got the right bus fare? Then it dawned on me; it’s Monday, not Tuesday! (I’m quick, you know. Tsk!)

The regular first thing in need of the Porcelain Throne soon arrived. So I disencumbered my onerously-overweight body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, sometimes working, horrendously tatty, beige-coloured, rickety recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later).

I got my balance and the four-pronged walking stick and carefully wobbled off to the wet room. The evacuation, as it has been doing for a few days now, started on its own accord, was substantial and insalubrious, grungy, and messy again! I had a good clean up of the room, utilities, and myself, then made for the kitchen.

1Mon02

WDPT03LWD 0.0.5 The moment I turned on the hot water tap, hot water flowed from the tap (faucet) over the block and into the sink. Oh, dear! I’ll have to beg Brigadefuhreress and pole-dancer, ILC Warden Deana later, if she can inform the Nottingham City Homes repairs for me. I’ve already got to ask her to call the NHS Medicine team about the appointment they made clashing at the same time as the Podiatrist’s Sherwood Health Centre trip on Thursday. And the Police Pegasus Record people for me. I’m not going to be a very popular tenant again, bothering them! Mind you. That is if the gal is in today? If not, and she’s on holiday or working at another complex somewhere as holiday cover… I’m well-up the creek without a paddle! Confusion and depression were on the way, the EQ told me.

1Mon05I moved the handwashing onto the airers. I kept jiggling them about to get it to dry better as the morning went on.

I then got on the computer and started to get the Sunday post updated. But it was a slow and frustrating job today. The myasthenia gravis finger-ends were alternating between total and partial none-response. So, much time was lost in finding errors and correcting them repeatedly. This got to me, a bit, and my spirits sank somewhat. Having to go bothering people for help with the phones didn’t help much either. I always feel a hindrance to them. They seem so busy all the time. Which they are, of course.

1Mon 01WD 0.0.5 I’d nearly got the updating done when I realised that I had taken the morning medications yet! Tsk! So I made another brew and did so.

Back to blogging. Another hour or so, and I’d posted it off. Then put some pictures on to Pinterest.

Then I made a start on today’s post.

1Mon07The right arm, where I’d burnt it on the oven racks taking out Josie’s smoked haddock last night, began to itch, and I found it difficult not to keep scratching it. So I rubbed some Savlon cream on the little scars, this should ease off the itchiness! And it did, too! Any more medical help or advice you need, just call me! Hahaha!

I went on the WordPress Reader next. Then onto TFZer Facebooking.

WDP 11eLOff to the wet room for a wee-wee. And what a wee-wee it was! Of the MES (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) variety. I thought it must be time for dinner when it finally ended! It must have taken several minutes to trickle its way to a final conclusion. I think that maybe, had I used a receptacle to relieve things in, a teacup might have been too big! The pain, as well. Blimey!

I got the ablutions done, so I would have time to try and get down to the Oberuppehfureress’s Holding and Interrogation Cell office, and not be late in getting back for the Angel of Mercy Phlebotomy Nurse’s arrival. Which I didn’t want to be late or miss the beauty of!

1Mon06I got in and stripped off for the cleaning session, and boy oh boy, were the plates (feet) colourless! They were whiter and paler than I have ever seen them before! I could be dead here, and no one has bothered to tell me about it, you know. Hahaha!

WDP 02lb

WD 0.0.5 The day’s ablutions Whoopsiedangleplops are worth recording. Just for the sheer number of them! During my time in the wet room doing my ablutions, I considered giving up, moving to the Guinness home on Colville Court, Nottingham NG1 4HG. Where assistance is available 24/7, for just a few pounds more a week in rent… but realised there would be no point in moving again, I’d only take my bad luck with me. Suicide was not on the agenda. Just a pissed-offedness of 1Mon08mega-proportions. Anyway, how could one leave Jenny, Cindy, Penny, Mary, Gaynor, Margaret, Christine, Angela, Josie, Mo, Deana, Julie etc.. Not that I see them much, but when I do, it never fails to cheer me up. Back to the farcical wet-room session: Oh, the legs looked a little better today.

Ablutionalistic Whoopsies:

  • Dropped the toothpaste tube.
  • Clouted shoulder when bending down to pick it up.
  • Hit the other shoulder on the sink, getting back up.
  • Cut the inside of my mouth, when the autonomic nerves started the right hand shaking as I cleaned the teggies.
  • Dropped the toothbrush.
  • Dropped the razor, three times!
  • It broke on the third occasion, replaced it with the spare one.
  • Cuts on cheek, neck and the ear-hole acquired.
  • Dropped the carbolic soap twice in the shower.
  • Dropped the shower-head, it hit the knee on the way down.
  • Grabbed the towel from the hallway airer, and knocked over the machine.
  • The warmer gave out a little dull-sounding ‘Plump’ as it stopped working!
  • I hit my knee on the shower stool, fetching it back in.
  • Finally (I hoped at least!), I knocked the Sock Glide off of the chair as I lost the old balance a bit.

One of my more interesting, shall we say, shave & shower sessions that one was. (And saying that isn’t easy, Hehe!) Having got the spit and polishing up done, I hastened to get ready for the trip down in seeking assistance.

1Mon09 In the lift lobby, it looked as if the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination, had been busy again? Haha!

I poddled along, the three-wheeler in front of me, and my mind all over the place. I arrived at the ILC’s Kamp Kommander’s Interviewing and Correctionalisationing Office. The three sweethearts were all in the room, busy catching up with their Tenants Monday morning problems moans and gripes, I should think. 

  1. WDP 02aLI explained my problems, starting with the Pegasus form to be filled in, and the silly bit of paper with the return address on, in need of guidance on how it supposedly works. Oberstúrmbannfhreress Warden Deana (Just a cognomen), knuckled down and helped out straight away. She filled in the form from details held on the Nottingham City Homes computer record for me. Then supplied a safer envelope for me to use for posting back to the Nottingham Police Headquarters. Thanks, Deana!
  2. Then, she tackled the problem of the two appointments this Thursday at the same time. The lady who will be calling from the Medicines Team, Leoni will call back to me later when she returns to the office. Thanks, Deana!

I passed the nibbles around, and Deana gave me the envelope to post. Thanked her and walked out to near the bus stop, and posted the form. I went over to the bus stop, and a lady who thought I was going for the bus, stood up let me have her seat, bless her! I explained that I had just come over to offer a ‘Good Morning’ to everyone. No one answered! Haha!

1Mon09aWD 0.0.5 WDP 02LcRI made my way back to the flat, taking a snap of the windblown al-fresco seating area in the drizzle. I noticed that the door was ajar. I pressed the green open button, and a chap came along to tell that I must not push or force the door! I explained to him that I did have to if I wanted to get outside! He repeated that it was a fire door – I pointed out that it is not like the doors in the new Winwood Court, that is how come there, is a green button to press, it does not open automatically, you have to push the door! That is what I have been told. He was not impressed; he just repeated that I must not force the door, tutted and went off in a huff! Humph! I don’t know who he was.

1Mon09bWDP 02lbWD 0.0.5 I got inside the flat, (09:40hrs) and found a note from the Phlebotomy nurse, who wrote she could not get me to answer the door at 0930hrs. Talk about bad luck in the timing. If it hadn’t been for the know-all bloke, who was wrong in what he said anyway, I wouldn’t have missed the nurse! Globdollocks and Rumbustiousness! 

WDP 14LWD 0.0.5 Now I have to ring the Sherringham Medical Practise Surgery. It ended up that I have to go to the surgery for my Warfarin blood test. The only slot they have left is for Wednesday at 11:45hrs. Just can’t be helped, though. Not with my rotten, horrendous, continuos, lousy, soul-destroying, heart-attack-prompting, pathetic, suicidal-tempting, crap, horrible luck! But, it doesn’t bother me, mind. Lie01a!

The doorbells chimed-out, and it was Josie, returning the things from her Sunday nosh. Happily, she said she loved it! Which, despite the Whoopsies, cheered me up a tad!

WD 0.0.5 Then Leoni, from the Medicines Management Team rang. To change the Thursdays double-booking with the Podiatrist, at Sherwood Health Centre. Cancelled Thursdays, and made one for Wednesday 4th December for 09:30hrs. Bless her, she made it nice and early for me! ♥

WD 0.0.5 Then the phlebotomy nurse rang me, making an appointment with me, also for Wednesday 27th November, but did not know what time it would be for yet!

WDP 4RI was now in a state of utter confusionableitis!

WD 0.0.5 My head was spinning – My concentration shattered – My will-power was virtually none-existant! – It was gone passed my head-down time! It had gone dark and dank, and the rain is falling slowly again!

And the thought of going to the miserable, pettiness and sarcasm-ridden After-Stroke Physio session in the morning is already lingering ready to grow and develop into a new depression…

WDP 03RWD 0.0.5ARGH! I’ve just realised, with having to stay in all day. I’ve not got the money for the bus fare in change for the rotten, unwanted morning! I’ll have to walk to the bloody-physio work-out now!!! That means two and a bit hours, so I’ll have to leave by 06:00hrs at the latest, and knowing my sodding luck, and the British weather, it’ll probably be raining!

1Mon14WD 0.0.5 Oh, so fed-up! I went to make a brew and think about something to eat. And the door chimes rang out again! It was an Amazon delivery! The mood changed slightly, still not happy, and even depressed, but a twinkling of hope came into my mind – “Aha, is this the Rice-cooker replacement lead! Hahaha!

1Mon13WD 0.0.5 No such luck! It was the monthly Mannen Lemon cream wafers that were being delivered! Ah, well, I should expect something to go right? An absolute, Shlimazel like me? Don’t make me larf!

So, I’ll have some of the quick rice later. Not all that later, I hope. Cause I’m worn-out and mentally drained now.

WD 0.0.5 1Mon11Hello, a noise from the door again, I’ll investigate. Fancy that, a load of junk mail had been delivered for me to enjoy! Well, that cheered me up no-end that did! A good job I live on my own, for the mutterings coming from under my breath, that was not to be repeated in any civilised company! The Houses of Commons, perhaps?

I had another look at the Google Calendar. Now, what needs doing? Ah, the surgery must be contacted, about the phlebotomy, or have they already been in touch with the nurses?

1Mon12

I feel deficient now. I imagine that the electric lead will be delivered tomorrow while I’m out unhappily being glared at and spoken of behind my back, be read to from a book. Listen to crap “You are walking along the beach, the sun is warm, and to paddle along the water’s edge…” or some such so-called relaxing taped talking, and hearing of other’s holidays to Asia, America, Australia. Their latest new car. Their families Christmas arrangements. Going through agony with the exercises from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Maria Myasthenia Gravis and so on, leaving the… oh, I got carried a bit there. Sorry. 

I had to close down the computer, through over-fatigue (Mental I think).

1Mon22I got the handwashing done, wrung and hung. Got into the night-attire, and once the meal cooked and served up, tucked into it!

Cooked Turkey, RRQ flavoured rice, with chopped tomatoes and onions added. Some wholemeal sliced cobs, but I only ate two of them. Flavour-Rating: 7.5/10.

I got the pots washed, and settled in the second-hand, c1968, recliner.

I lay for a while, pondering on the things, well, the cock-ups that had come my way today. But did not get around to actually thinking-out any solutions or damage limitation. For once sleep came quickly, defying the mind-blast in my head!

I’m not sure how I got through today’s mighty, mayhem of macabre, morose, mentally-testing mishaps.

Inchcock Today – Wed 9 October 2019: Anguish, disgruntlement, infuriation and exasperation, and frustration; Still no hot water!

2019 sOct 09a

2019 sOct 09

Wednesday 9th October 2019

Sudanese: Rebo 9 Oktober 2019

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06:25hrs: As I woke, I had the feeling that I had been in deep thought, or dreaming perhaps, of my sad, pitiable life. Of my funest, catastrophic, deplorable and lamentable existence. I get like this nowadays, when thing go ape-shit or wrongly, due not to my own failings, and I have many. Like with my having no hot water for three days now, no, four! No one can help, for the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team are pushed to the limit. Nobody truly understands the problems with having no hot water has and is causing me. With my medical issues, having to use the kettle and saucepans for hot water, is causing so much hassle and danger, with the peripheral neuralgia and shakes, I am making things worse with the spillages and scolding, and have no hot water on tap to clean things up. No communications about when and if I will be paid a visit from the plumbers. This, in turn, means my already short sleeping times have been ridiculous! Trying to stay awake all day and part of the night, just in case anyone arrives, is causing, even more, sleep-deprivation and doing my health no-good at all… I waffle-well, don’t IHaha! 

As it dawned on me that the humming, droning, grating humming noise from outside was as loud as ever this morning, put me on an even lower band of contentment. It made it worse as I realised what time it was. The Ocado order is due to be delivered twixt 06:00>07:00hrs! Had it been already and I had not heard the door-chime or pathetically low-volumed intercom tune – not that it works all the time of course. It doesn’t. A genuine depression was taking hold of me here! I can’t do the handwashing, using the laundry room is not an option – imagine if the Nottingham City Homes plumbers arrived while I was out. I dare not go out of the flat! Humph! Demoralising!

Thankfully, the usual demand for a wee-wee stopped my inner-moaning. I freed my bulbous wobbly-body from the Xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and utilised the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for a  BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) mode slash.

3Wed01eGot the hearing aids fitted, and kettle on, and off to the Porcelain Throne. At least that went well for once, no mess and no bleeding.

I had a look outside, from the crumbling-ceilinged new roof balcony. No signs of any Ocado van out there. The hands were shaking again, yet the finger-ends were sensing contact with hard objects.

3Wed001bI also took this terrible effort of a picture on the left. Sad innit?

I got the computer booted up, but before I could use it, the intercom buzzer went off.

I got to the panel, but obviously, someone had let in the Ocado driver before I got to the board. I got the return carriers from junk-room 2.

The driver informed me of substitutes. The Glengettie Gold tea bags were off! The normal Glengettie ones sent. Tsk! But not to worry, although the Gold ones are the best tea available, the others are the second best. No problem, I have enough things to worry about with the will-they, won’t they, maybe, perhaps Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumbers non-arrival. The man put the bags through the door for me, and off he shot.

WD 125.0.0 3Wed01fBut, as he went, fortunately, he noticed that I had tied up my braces up on the door handle and was struggling to free myself! The aches and pains from yesterday’s After-Stroke session made it a problem getting my arms behind me to release the suspenders! ‘Arf, ‘arf! It made him smile, anyway, as he threw a look that said ‘I’m glad to get out of here!’ Hahaha! He won’t forget this visit for a long time. I imagine my kerfuffle will be related to other drivers later. The Three Stooges and Will Hay came to mind afterwards.

I got on with the updating at last. But the extra photos again, and the nerveless fingertips made it a long, frustrating and ever-correcting session. It was gone midday by the time I’d got it finished and posted off! Noise from above, which can’t be helped, I know, but the tapping and knocking unsettled me while I was struggling to get the blog done.

I went on the WordPress reader next. Then sent some piccies to Pinterest and the Facebook site.

As I started to do this blog, which needed starting from scratch…

Virgin (4a)

Mostest aggravationalistical!

3Wed01LSo, I decided to get the handwashing done – carefully! I got some saucepans filled and the kettle for hot water. It was a bit silly, I know, but I washed a long-sleeved shirt, socks, and the jammie-bottoms. How I hope to get them dried is going to be a tough assignment for me to sort out!

WD 125.0.0.a I did manage to spill some hot water when I got the shakes. I now have another pretty pink wound on the stomach. Grumph!

3Wed01gaI got the heavier clothes rung-out as best I could and hung to dry and drip above the sink. The socks and cleaning cloth, I put on the stand-up airer.

I checked, and Mr Fries internet had come back on, a little slower, but at least it was working again. So 3Wed01JI got on with this blog at last.

I did make another mug of tea, though. And took a photograph of the Nottingham City Hospital, from the unwanted, thick-framed, impossible to get to clean, light & view-blocking, new windows.

3Wed01mI did some more work on this blog preparation.

I then got the fragile wobbly frame-airer out, and put the jammy bottoms on it, in hopes that they might dry enough for me to wear them tonight. They will need constant moving on the machine to be successful. But, I expect not. Still, you’ve got to try ain’t yer?

I decided to ring Night Club pole-dancer and Warden, Generalfeldmarschalless Deana. To try and find out some details of the failed-to-turn up Nottingham City Homes plumber. There was no answer first try, I’ll have a go a bit later. Five minutes later, Deana returned my call. She thought it had all been done. She’d ring them and then call me back.

I got on with the diary work. Half-an-hour or so later, I got a ring back from Deana. It seems there has been a cock-up of some sort. They prioritise the calls. They will come sometime today, up to 22:00hrs. I mentioned the lady who had the same problem and found out that hers had been sorted out yesterday! (I can get depressed, and sulk, you know!) Hehe! Wanna bet they come tonight, not this afternoon. Otherwise, how could Nottingham City Homes make my sleep-deprivation worse, or piss-me off effectively?

3Wed01pAh, well, the wee-weeing has seen a sharp reduction today.

The pulled jackfruit, smoky BBQ, Chilli with corn and beans (What a mouthful!), meal is still on the cards, with all the planned extras to go in it. Black bean sauce, baked beans, sliced tomatoes, balsamic vinegar and basil! I think that is what I put in the last one I had, and found it delicious! But it will probably be late in the evening before the Nottingham City plumber arrives to sort the hot water supply out fro me. At least I now know they will be coming sometime today, anyway. (He says with a modicum of circumspection and mistrust) Hahaha! Of course, when I can get to wash and shave safely and actually eat anything, is in the lap of the Gods… well, the Nottingham City Home plumber, anyway!

I kept stopping to move the jammies into another position on the airer, but the pants don’t seem to be getting any drier at all!

It is already oast my head-down time. And with a day of being active for 20 hours, followed by one of 21 hours, then today’s lesser one of only 13 hours up till now, sleep will be very welcome when and if it comes. I’m not feeling too good now, and yet I cannot take any rest until the chap has been and gone, to do the hot water jobbie… I’m tired and irritable again. But, I dare not nod-off!

So, I went on CorelDraw to make some graphics up. Not that it is easy to concentrate. Tireder and wearying. I gave up on the computerisationalisticalisationing. Hahaha!

I put the TV on, and watched whatever crap had subtitles on, including a Hells Kitchen, and a Police show.

WD 125.0.0 So, once again the promise from Nottingham City Homes of a plumber calling to mend the hot water problem, has failed to mature. Now I am five hours beyond my usual kip-down time! Yet they came out to a flat with the same problem, eho reported it a day later than I did, and they have hot water now? It’s not what you do, it’s who you are? Sadly, I am not one of the in-crowd, obviously!

WD 125.0.0.a I got some handwash-drying moved around. During which the silly-flimsy bar airer, colla[sed on me. A burn on the arm, much pain, frustration and anguish in getting it made-up again, and low self-esteem towered over me. And then did some black-bagging. The increase in fatigue made things very awkward. No washing myself tonight, I’m just too incapacitated mentally and physically to cope with the kettle and saucepans of hot water needed. Disconsolateness, dispiritedness, doldrums, dolefulness, and downright-downheartedness, at the delay, doom me to depression! (Damnably clever that, do you like it?)

3Wed05They (Nottingham City Homes maintenance Team) will not call after 22:00hrs as I understand it, so I can get the meal made and gobbled up now. They must be up-to-the-neck in it, and that is why things are not going as planned? Which doesn’t help in preventing me from injury, pain and depression, when others get the job done for them. Gnash! Gobblediegumps and Sob!

The Soul-Food chilli with extras added as I had planned, was another great experience. Smug-Mode-Engaged! As you can see on the right here, the big bowl was needed, and nearly filled with the feast of vegetarian chilli, black bean sauce, tomatoes etc., and thoroughly enjoyed. Flavour-Rating: 9/10. We’ll see later what it causes the innards to do. Hehe!

I got the kettle and saucepan on the stove and took some photographs of the ever-changing skyline. It took the problems of my being dismissed as unimportant off of my mind for a while.

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WD 125.0.0.a Then it all came back when I was doing the dishes and saucepan washing. The hand and shoulder did an impression of St Vitus dancing, and I got a tiny burn on the back of the hand, minuscule it was, but it hurt like hell! Another scar, to remind me of the unfortunate incident with the hot water, and how I coped with being put-down and ignored and put at the back of the queue.

I got down in the rickety recliner, blurry-eyed, pissed-off, drained, frustrated and temporarily beyond consolation. Because, how can I be sure that Nottingham City Homes, who have failed on every commitment they have made, was unable to keep me informed, and effectively kept me imprisoned indoors for three days; while they failed to arrive… will come tomorrow? Indeed, if on the half-chance they do ever call, will they be able to solve the issue? Will I top myself with anguish, disgruntlement, infuriation and exasperation, and frustration?

Good evening.

Inchcockski – Mon 23 Sept 19: An adrenaline-charged, exhilarating, invigorating, life-sponsoring, energetic day… Lie-Mode-Engaged! Haha!

2019 Sept 23

2019 Sept 23

Monday 23rd September 2019

Haitian Creole: Lendi 23 Septanm 2019

1Mon01 - Copy

Dedicated Day – Perfect for Inchie!

03:10hrs: The body stirred reluctantly, with my mind doing so with even greater disinterest, foreboding and a certain irresolution, and great hebetude. The EQ was advising caution be taken today, physically, mentally, and verbally! But Wednesday would be an even higher risk for me. A clear message, same as I got yesterday I think. Talk about developing an early-warning-system. Straight through to me. Oy Vey!

I carefully rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was nicking my valuables when I was in the hospital after the stroke. And, with more ease than is usual. Oh yes!

I got the slippers on, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and to the Grey Bucket for a wee-wee.

WD 40.0.0. The first real surprise of the day. The weeing session turned out to be an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) type. I felt drained in all departments by the time it had finished and had grown five-minutes older too! Hahaha! The bucket needed emptying, cleaning, and sanitising, so off to the wet room to do so.

1Mon02 - Copy WD 40.0.0. Both lower legs seemed to feel all tingly as I started to hobble to the wet room. I had a decker at them, and they did not look so good as they had been doing for the past couple of days. I reckon a couple more f blood papsule have erupted, yet the red spots seemed to have reduced? It’s not really so difficult to understand how, when I go into a treatment room, the smile disappears from the face of the Doctor and nurses! Hehe!

1Mon03 - CopyTook my medicine and made a brew, then got the computer going. Took the tablets and capsules, started off this blog’s graphics, imported and touched up a photo or two, and needed another wee-wee!

Which was another of the ELDOP variety, but I was more prepared for this one.

Then, I got the Sunday post updated. So many photos to sort, so it took a long time. But the hands, fingertips, leg & arm were all kind to me. The shoulder played up a lot, but hey-ho, I can cope with that.

WD 40.0.0. While I was checking out the Emails and comments, I came across this gem, on the local newspaper’s site! “Things you can no longer do in the Slab Square!”

1Mon03

I doctored the graphic up to add my views. Hehehe! However, the toilets being removed from underground can be understood, just a shame they didn’t build any new ones for us. Imagine nowadays what it would be like down there. Muggers, beggars, pick-pockets, bag-snatchers, druggies, drug-dealing… no, fair enough! Come think of it, I’m not sure I’d be able to get down and back up the steps now. I would not leave the three-wheeler above ground with the shopping in it – that would undoubtedly get nicked!

Went on the WordPress Reader.

1Mon20Then I ordered from Amazon, a pill-splitter & crusher £3.87, ETA Wednesday. (Thanks for the tip Tim). Warfarin & Hearing Alert wristbands £8, ETA Thursday. A trolley-guide that I hope will have a better basket on it. £59. ETA Tuesday! The current one is now tatty, ripped, and not very much use. It also has a fear of going downhill, and plays up something rotten! He-he-he! But I suppose it’s me, really. Tsk! Also, a wire oven-crisping-tray with built-in drip tray. ETA, also for Tuesday.

1Mon04WD 40.0.0. Then I got the ablutions tended to – the hilarious, absurd and comical ablutionalisationing session! After yesterday’s ‘Much less dropping stuff’ session, this was an ‘I’ve never dropped so before” one! A moment guffawing! The pins looked to be improving, blood papsule-wise, but still too pale!

1Mon05I had plenty of time to catch the bus up to Aldi. So I departed and took a leisurely stroll along Chestnut Way. I, of course, avoided the newly built lakeside road outside Woodthorpe Court, as I casually limped along, gazing up at the nubilous sky, like-wot us luftmenshes tend to do. I made my way to the Winwood Court entrance.

1Mon06I called to ask one of the Cat Walk Model, Generalfeldmarschalless Wardens if they knew anything about Josie. But the Interrogation Holding-Cell office was locked up.

So, I took an amble around the ground floor of Winwood Extra Care Court. Taking a couple of photographs on the way around. The first one, made near the doorway of the stairs, revealed that the 1Mon07new tenants have plenty of options for entertainment an the like. The roof terrace on the top floor. 3rd floor, A TV lounge. The second floor, A games room, and the big activity room on the ground floor.

I took a snap of one of the photos on the wall. It was of the completed (Well. not inside, apart from Winwood Court). Woodthorpe and Winchester Courts are still waiting to be finished inside.

I realised on putting this picture on the blog, that I had taken it, and caught the big windows in the reflection. Well, I never claimed to be a David Baily. Haha! Bath it daily, maybe! A touch of heterophemy there, sorry about that. I meant Bathe it, my inorthography. I love that word! I’ve wanted to use it for years! At last, my chance!

Out to the bus stop, and met and chinwagged with many of my beloved neighbours. ( I may have got some of the names wrong, if so I do apologise, it’s the Cisplatin drug, you know, Humph!) Doris, Margaret, Betty, Joanne, Abilene, and Pete and Roger. Which perked me up considerably. Thank you, folks!

1Mon08I caught the town-bound L9. Got to Mapperley tops, and alighted the bus. I rounded the corner on Woodborough Road and looked at my destination, further along, the Aldi store. I hoped I would control my spending and choice of goods I bought this time. I’m getting a little fed-up with my overdoing things when out 1Mon09ashopping.

It’s usually worse at times like this when I’ve not been out for a long time. Humph!

I turned around and took some shot of the 1Mon09traffic light junction.

Hobbled along, nice and steadily to the shop, and had a dangerous nosey around. I say dangerous, due to the absolute panic and rush most of the people were in. I was bashed and shoved about as people barged by me to get to 1Mon09bthe fodder on the shelves! I thought something might have been declared about national food shortages or something! I’m not kidding. Blimey, I was lucky to get to the checkout without being harmed! Tsk! I got the shopping, and paid without any dropsies, and packed the trolley, had to buy another long-life (At my age, Giggle!) bag. The same colour as Angela’s coat, that cheered me up too!

The walk back to the flats along Woodborough Road, down Mapperley Rise, Winchester Street, Chestnut Walk and into the Winwood Extra Care flats, was most pleasant. Although controlling the three-wheeler was troublesome at time.

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I got back to the flats and into the Winwood Court. I noticed Deana outside with the disabled tenant and chap of Winwood, as the pair got into their car. So I waited, reading the notices for Deana to return. Which she did, and I asked her about Josie’s situation. She’s away on holiday for a week or two. I wish she’d told me – then again, maybe she did and I forgot? You never know! The main thing is, she is in no danger! I thanked Deana for putting my mind at rest, and gave her some fresh cream doughnuts, for looking after me.

1Mon16aI took the link-passage beck to the rather sad looking Woodthorpe lift foyer, as it waited for being upgraded.

However, I can’t remember if I mentioned it earlier, but things had improved, as we now have both elevators in working condition at the same time. Which is nice!

1Mon17As I got out of the lift on my floor, neighbour Malcolm, was there, he said something I missed hearing, and I followed him into our flats lobby. He handed me a parcel, from Amazon, that he’d signed for! Good of him that! The puzzle of what could have been delivered already, 1Mon18confused me a bit. I got in the kitchen and put away fodder purchases. I’m glad I didn’t really overdo it, what with buying stuff from Amazon as well. Liquid Soap powder, beetroot, the bag, two waterless citrus room sprays, Sourdough baguettes A Swiss lemon roll, Doughnuts (Treat for Deana for her help), Caramel wafers for the nibble bag, and a vanilla dessert.

1Mon21Then, I scrutinised the Amazon parcel!

WD 40.0.0. It was two boxes of Manner Lemon wafers? I could not remember ordering these, so I had a look at my orders page on the web… What I discovered was Amazing… I have ordered some for every month, monthly like! I know I thought about getting one for Christmas as an extra treat for Sister Jane and Pete, who love them? But every month? That’s what it said, I’d opted for a discount by ordering regularly? Erm, err…

1Mon22I thought of tonights fodder-feast. I decided it would be BBQ flavoured rice, with black bean sauce, and added a two-ways-cross tomato, using the new slicer, the last of the garden peas were thrown in the saucepan and left to marinate! I hope when it gets done, it comes out like my first one, that tasted grand. Fingers crossed anyway.

I got on the computer, not on top of it like! Haha! And made a start on updating this post.

1Mon19The tissue, well, sheet of kitchen towel I’d just used to clean the spectacles, had formed a particular shape of an animal. To my mind, anyway. So I photographed it, just to see if anyone else can see it. A touch of pareidolia, there! You may have to look this word up… oh, alright then… it means “The science behind seeing faces in everyday objects” Smug-Mode Adopted!

Then, after an hour or three, I got the nosh prepared! Oh, Gastronomer God, please let it come out alright. Cause I’m so looking forward to eating it. Hehehe!

The rain started as I got the nosh readied. Not too hard a job, but the timing had to be right. As planned, I had to get the black bean sauce, with the chopped tomatoes, peas, added oregano spray, and some vinegar; bring to the boil, (so no chances were taken in leaving it unattended), then add the rice for five minutes, continually stirring the concoction.

WD 40.0.0. Unfortunately, just as it started to simmer, the Porcelain Throne was needed! Argh! I thought quickly; ‘I can’t turn it off and reheat it’… oh dear! I trotted off to the wet room a fast as was possible, and the evacuation was mercifully quick 1Mon23and no struggle! Quickly washed the hands and rushed back to the kitchen. As I added the franks to the pan, it was apparent that the rice had burnt a bit. My heart sank! I tried a spoonful and boy, it was so gorgeous! Phenomenally flavoursome! I must remember to try and overcook them next time, too! Hehehe! I can’t remember enjoying a meal being enjoyed like this for ages. A worthy 9/10 recorded for Flavour & Enjoyment! Super!

The prime causes of this gastronomic delight? Was it the German Frankfurters? Was it the American Uncle Toms rice? Maybe, the so-tasty Dutch tomatoes? The black bean sauce? The cunning addition of the garden peas? The dash of garlic? The adding of the vinegar? Perhaps, the brilliance of the bald, deaf, lonely, depressed, ageing-fast, peripheral neuralgia, CIDP, Rheumatoid Arthur Itis ridden, decrepit, Nottinghamian pensioner, in adding the oregano? An amalgamation of all these things?

Nope, I reckon the crucial action, was the burning of the meal, that made the dinner into a feast, and so gorgeously tasty! I took the medications during eating.

WD 40.0.0. Went to do the washing up and handwashing, but found the hot water was no longer hot? I just knew what had happened! I shot-off (well, severely-hobbled) to the wet room, and as I thought, I’d left the hot water tap running! Amongst the self-aimed insults and curses, I settled for “I’m just pathetic and incapable”, as the main reason for this Whoopsiedangleplop! Miserably inadequate is another fitting description.

I’ll have to leave the handwashing, and pots, until morning.

Just to add to the frustrations, yet again, sleep was reluctant to take a grip of me!

Tusk! Nauseating! Annoying and Disheartening!

Ah well, I’ll see if Red Dwarf is on any channels. Nope!

Tusk! Nauseating! Annoying and Disheartening! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Monday 8th January 2018: Heaters being replaced, so I abscond for the day, while they do it! The Marathonist of Marathons I’ve ever made, ensued!

Monday 8th January 2018

Armenian: Երկուշաբթի 8 Հունվար 2018 թ

0245hrs: I woke up and immediately the belief that an upcoming recumbentibus would arrive today: The day I have to get everything done early so I can relinquish my occupation of the flat for the day – while the crew remove and install the new radiators. Nothing could exclude this fear, and my grey-cells mused, fretted and the apprehensiveness had started Duodenal Donald off. Coping with change and stress is no longer my strong-point.

Imbibed the medications and did the Health Checks. The computer on and straight to getting yesterdays diary finished and posted off.

This is not going to be a good day. The rumbling innards have started already, Duodenal Donald and Hippy Hilda are both in fourth-gear, I am anxious about events about to take place and have to evacuate the apartment for the day. Worried? Me? Yes! No doubt about this. But can still feel the appreciation of the help Jenny has been.

I might get some photographs taken later when I go out on the enforced abdication of the flat?

A slight panic overtook me as I was adding now received an appointment for the INR test to the calendars; thus followed, atypical of me, “Panic at will period” Tsk!

I went to check the dentist appointment day, all I knew was it was in January sometime and feared I might have missed it. To my horror, it was not in the written or online calendars! I flapped about getting the files out of the case for the medical section and after a while found the letter – The date was for the 14th, so I wrote this and put it in the Google calendar – then I realised it was for 14th March, not January! So I had to change it all again. All this with Duodenal Donald in the most unhappy of moods with me!

Made a mug of tea, no calls to the Porcelain Throne yet, that caused a mini-worry; if I don’t pass and have to go out for the day, I could find myself in difficulties?

I made a start on this blog up to here. Gawd, the innards are growling away today.

I got the mobile and camera in the coat pocket while I thought of it.

Hello; off to the Throne I go.

No movement, only wind, wind and more wind! I found I’d left the flipping fan-heater on all night. Snug as a bug I was there, reading the Lenigrad book. Only 60 pages left to peruse. But it was damned cold when I came out, especially with no radiators working.

Had a go on WordPress Reader then Facebook, cause I felt confident I would be far too drained and tired tonight to do anything but sleep.

Made a brew and did a TFZer graphic, A Mystery Photograph Quiz. Asking the TFZers if anyone can tell me what was going on here? Haha!

When I went to do the ablutions, it was virtual agony from Hippy Hilda as I painfully put on the socks and trousers. No wonder this post sounds like it is written by a pilgarlic pensioner who is on the verge of losing it altogether – I am that man! Hehe!

The workmen arrived, and I greeted them, had a laugh and then set-off out, the start of the marathon all-day-hobble!

A quick look out of the window before departing revealed a frostiness of immense magnitude.

Off I went, down the lift and out through the lobby doors. Which was not responding to the release button being pressed? But I managed to heave the doors open on the end and escape. Handy this, if there was to be a fire that needed the building evacuating? Tsk! Just a thought.

I called in the Obergruppenfurheresses Den on the way out. Wardens Julie and Deana were busy.

Had a chinwag and a few laughs (Not many) with some other tenants.

Here on the left, is the map I made up of the route I took after leaving the warmth of the hut on my marathon hobble:

Flatulence accompanied me for much of the course.

However, Hippy Hilda started to like the exercise the further I went? Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold, Anne Gyna and Hernia Harry and the poorly painful plates, were not so keen.

The frozen-solid leaves on Chestnut Walk gave off a warning for me to take care in the limp down the hill into Sherwood.

This tale of the hobble, may get little out of sync time and happenings wise, I’m afraid to say. This is because usually after I go out for any length of time. The first thing I will do on getting back to the cold, lonely flat (Hehe, couldn’t resist putting this in, in search of sympathy!), would be to make a list of reminders on the notepad to use in the following morning. Then, when I update the blog, I can consult it. Although the order that the photographs stored on the SDH card helps. But tonight, I got home to the mayhem of four young, fit, good-looking, healthy, robust, well-paid men (Makes me sick! Hehehe!) in my abode, working merrily away finishing the installation of the dreaded new Storage Heaters for me. (I’ve done a separate post of this part of the day, funny and in rhyme of sorts). The hecticness meant I did not do the note scribbling reminders last night, you see?

Down onto Mansfield Road, up the hill an down through Carrington.

Down the incline and passing the Lidl store, where I half-expected the staff to run out into the road and give me glares and sneers like they do when I go in the shop, but they didn’t. Hehehe!

Along and passing the Clarendon College, as was when I attended night classes for the Elementary and Associate Member of the Grocers Institute. It’s amalgamated with other places of learning and is now called Nottingham College. I had no education at school and left at 14 years-of-age. I learnt how to survive bullies and when to duck, that was about all. I got sidetracked there, sorry.

Up to the pelican lights and crossed over the road. Much to the displeasure of a Yuppy type looking fellow in a BMW, who was not in the least bit pleased at having to stop his dark blue car at all, to let me over the road.

I could not hear or read his lip, so I don’t know what it was he was saying to me, but his accompanying single finger sticking up, indicated he was not a happy chappie.

I pressed on up the hill.

Thinking to myself, why had he been so upset at me crossing the lights? As I was doing this, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he sped by from behind of me, on his bike. He did the same thing further up the pavement as he passed another pedestrian. I’m glad to report that this chap shouted after him and waved his fist at him! The whole world of manners has changed along with the PC brigade gaining more power. Good job an altercation didn’t ensue, cause that pedestrian walker ahead, would not have stood a chance when it came to court. All the cyclist needed to do was tell the Judge or Magistrates, he was a sex-change Muslim Lesbian ex-offender, a Member of Parliament and was saving the world by not using fossil fuels! Haha!

To the top of the hill and right around the Rock Cemetry gates.

More memories were triggered at this spot.

In there, is the grave of Watson Fothergill. The most elegant architect whose work I have ever come across.

Down Forest Road East and Coalville Street to the Guinness Trust cleverly name Coalville Court, Home for the elderly.

I popped in to discuss the availability of any flats and the costs etc. It turns out there is 24hour cover 7/7 here. A cafe where you can order your breakfast, tea or evening meal. I was shown around two single flats. Very nice, and they decorate it for you when you move in with your selection of colours. One is free now, but they have to get things sorted before they can allow anyone to occupy it. The buses are not far away, and every three minutes into town weekdays. Regular Saturday and Sunday services. I can catch one to Mansfield, Derby, Hucknall, Bulwell, Arnold, Carlton etc. I was beginning to get excited about this. Then the rent was mentioned. Oh dearie me!

Mind you, if like Welsh Bill the electricity charges double with the new radiators, and Herbert keeps on with his noises above but, knowing my luck there will be none-available then.

I filed these thoughts tenuously in my grey-cells and departed. Hobbled along to the Arboretum via the side entrance for a change. This brought me out, or preferably in, much closer to the Bell and Cannons that Britain nicked from the Chinese. The Chinese bell tower (pagoda) was designed in 1857 by Marriott Ogle Tarbotton as a war memorial and built in 1862. The bell was looted by British troops from a temple in Canton during the Anglo-Chinese war (Opium War) of 1857-61. Two of the cannon were captured at Sebastopol.

Down the centre path on my way to the pond, where I had planned to feed the Mallard Ducks with the earthworm pellets and pigeons with some seed.

The pond water was frozen solid, with food thrown onto it and laying there in the ice, untouched.

The only birds in the place were the captive ones! These parakeets were lovely; they reminded me so much of my Australian cyber-love, Marie, she has one as a pet.

Chagrined at failing to see and talk to my beloved mallards. I left and decided, being as there was a lot of time to kill before having to get back to the flat, I’d walk up the hill and down passed the Forest and had a perusal around the Asda (Walmart) store on Hyson Green.

Mistake that!

By the time a got to the place, the feet were giving me some stick. Then I had to stray around inside, killing time by pretending to look at the clothing section. But when I got to the foodstuffs, in my element here, I realised this was going to cost me. An hour or so later, I’d virtually filled both bags at the self-serve checkouts. They had curried baked beans on offer at 50p a can! But only had six left on the shelves, so naturally, I took all six. A bright idea, with how the feet were, that. Adding milk, crisps, garden peas and lentil snacks to the basket. Dimwit came to mind later.

No chance of my walking to town now. I waited for and got on a Tram. I dislike using these nowadays. You have to remember to swipe your Pensioners Free Bus-Pass before getting on and will get put off if any checkers get on to find you have forgotten to swipe the card. They are filthy inside: food dropped on the floor, clients giving abuse to each other, loud music: drugs being smoked (I think judging by the smell the roll-up was giving off?). 90% of the passengers on their mobile phones, almost shouting at whoever is on the other end. And, there were no seats free! Peoples Boeotian nature comes out when there is no conductor on the trams. Add all this to my having the weight of the worm pellets and birdseed to carry with me. I am a right Shmendrik!

Got off the tram at the Theatre Royal, had to step over what looked like a freshly regurgitated pizza to me, near the tram seats. Still, more time to kill, I wandered through Trinity Square, my rate of knots had declined with each hurtful step now. I called in the Wilko Store, having plans for only a walkabout. Came out having purchased Ginko, Fragrance booster, St Peters Worts, Eyelid spray and a wooden spatula. Why? I think I was so tired and might have been having a funny-spell?

Made my way to the Poundland shop on Fletchergate. To see if they had Chocolate almonds, misshapes of chocolate brazils or Pork Pies on sale. They hadn’t.

So I left being accosted by three people collecting and trying to get people to sign up for monthly donations for the PDSA. I was polite enough not to ignore them. And explained that I support the Nottingham Hospice and the salvation army and regularly give to Big Issue sellers. I am being hounded by appeals for water in the third world and other daily requests on TV and through the Royal Mail and will not sign up for anything else; but, I gave a donation now cause you made an effort. And gave him a few quid. I might not have bothered talking. The obviously parrot-learnt schpeel came out, with an upturned lip sneer and a look of incredulousness, when I walked away.

I went to the M & S store, and down to the food hall. Struggled on my wandering about the store, but determined to find some short-dated fodder. I found a box of chips and some Dinky Melton Pork Pies. These still cost twice as much as their Morrison counterparts!

A little earlier than planned, I made my way to the bus stop. No more photographicalisationing now, the bags were taking all my concentrations to carry, and the pain from the plates-of-meat was torture. Got on the bus and arrived back at the flats, but oddly, no memory of the journey – maybe I fell asleep?

Dropped off the bus and to the hut. I indeed fell asleep in the Obergruppenfurheress’s Social Shed!

After starting to talk to the lady there, who was also having her heaters installed today, I drifted off a few times, waking occasionally but no recollections of who was there or said what. I have a feeling, I might have spoken to Warden Deana.

Woke again later, and Deana was gone. I made my way back to the flat.

T’was mayhem I say!

An hour or so later they were cleaning up after finishing the job. A chap showed me the radiators, not how to changed or adjust them mind. Hehe! A little chat and they were off.

I did a quick look around to see what needed sorting.

Oh dear, this will have to wait until I get over the marathon hobble.

Got the short-dated dinner going.

Only the disappointing chips needed any heating up.

I need not have bothered. The chips were bland and tasteless. I might have well heated some cardboard up to eat. The beetroots were bitter. The mini-pork pies were just about okay. Had to add some Soy sauce to spice it all up a bit. Rated this effort at 4/10!

The tomatoes were not too bad. Left most of the chips and all of the beetroot.

The flat was feeling nice and warm.

Did the pots and settled to watch Law & Order on the TV. Fell asleep during the first set of commercials.

Woke up in the early hours, feeling so cold! Got up and got a thick quilt and threw it over me. I put this phenomenon down to the heaters settling in.

Drifted off into the land of Nod again.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 4th January 2018: Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas – Virgin Media goes down…

Thursday 4th January 2018

Swahili: Alhamisi 4 Januari 2018

0120hrs: Up and lively too. Hippy Hilda was not over-bad at all. Confusing, but cheering at the same time. Went for a wee-wee. 3Wed00b1 The wet room light still flashing, nictating, almost sparkling on and off permanently – I could not stay in there.

Got the laundry ready, a big bag this time, and went down and got it in the washer, took a couple of photographs outside the foyer door, and back up to the apartment.

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Started the computer and got some nibbles ready for the Social Hour later. I must remember three things: Tell Obergruppenfureress Warden Deana about the circular flashing light tube, ask about Friday and if I can be absent for the heaters being blocked off, and something else I can’t recall?

Down to move the things from one machine to the other, and started another small load of washing going. I stayed down there while the second amount was washed, reading the English Words book. When finished I moved the damp wash into the dryer with the others.

Back to the flat and into the wet room.

ToUseThe Virgin internet had gone down! Again I might add! I tried all I knew to fix it, but with resulting failure. I got out the Virgin folder and found the help number and rang it. It was a recorded voice requiring many option button to be pressed. Hearing this voice was not easy, but the message was “All seems right at their end” Told try a to pressing the reset on their box. If that didn’t work, turn off and leave for four minutes and replug. Ring-back if you are still having difficulties!

So I tried this advice. Still no connection. I gave up and went for a heavy-duty session.

3Wed00b1The herky-jerky wet room light decided to go off completely! It would now not work at all. Alas, it went while I was making use of the Porcelain Throne. Sat there in complete darkness, half-way through the session, too! I stumbled about to find the toilet roll, 3Wed00b2knocking over the deodorant, bleach and disinfectant, then tripped against the floor cabinet and tumbled to the floor, clouting the top of my head against the other box. I think I said something to the tune of “Well, fancy that!” Then cleaned the mess and me up. Well annoyed and frustrated now! Tsk!

All this faffing and arfing about, I turned everything off. Back down to collect the clothes from the laundry room.

04Thur02I’d not noticed it earlier, but the state of the washer I’d not used was disgusting.

Had a while to wait for the dryer to finish, and did my best to clean out the gunk and dried solid soap powder from the input drawers.

The outer casing had soap powder, and liquid cleaner dripped all down the front. As you can see in the photograph, it didn’t come up very good despite my efforts. As for the floor beneath, even I could do nothing with that. The annoyances so far, the light, the Accifauxpa and Virgin internet going down had got me in dark mood. Other days this would not have bothered me.

04Thur05I got the togs out of the dryer. Cleaned the filter.

A bit larger load than usual, that took a bit of extra folding.

I’d emptied all the clothes out, and during the folding session, I found I’d got an odd sock again! Checked inside the dryer, nothing in there. This didn’t bother so much as it typically might have. But the last article I folded was the dressing gown, and the miscreant sock fell out from within it as I shook it ready to be wrapped. Hehe!

Up in the lift and home. Put away the washed washing. Started the computer and tried to get Virgin Internet on, once more, went through the turning the router off routine, no success. I wanted to spit! Also, I could feel the gentle rumblings in the stomach indicating that I may need another visit to the Porcelain Throne soon. This concerned me somewhat, risking going in the darkened or flashing like lighting, filled shower room again!

Around 0730hrs, the door chime tune (Dusty Springfields ‘I only wanna be with you!’) rang out. It was the Morrison’s delivery bloke. Not seen this one before. He kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me and collected last weeks bags.

04Thur15The cream cakes I’d ordered for Joy’s (I think that’s her name) birthday arrived in excellent condition. I got some for Jenny and Frank and the Warden Obergruppenfurheresses as well, with some sourdough bread. I got the stuff into storage and the hand-outs in the bag ready with the nibbles.

I got the NHS Cardiac Patient questionnaire filled in and into the envelope. Six big pages of it.

Had a think about how I was going to get the ablutions done. No showering in the dark would be risked. So I had a stand-up strip wash at the sink with the door open. Did the teggies.

Then took the shaving tackle into the kitchen along with the Daktacort cream and pain gel. Had an uncomfortable shave, and treated Little Inchy who was bleeding still, but not much and applied the gel on the dodgy areas in need. Hippy Hilda, the knees and wrists.

The lump on the head from the fall was a bit tender.

04Thur03Cleaned up the kitchen and returned the stuff back to the wet room.

Then, belatedly got the morning medications and Health Checks sorted and done. Took the medicines with a warm drink for a change. A beautiful mug of the Extra Strong English Breakfast tea-bag. Nice!

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Still annoyed at the loss of the Richard ‘Rich & Robbing’ Branson Virgin Internet, I tried once more to get it on. No luck – Globdangerations!

I assembled everything in the bag and checked them. Cream cakes, nibble box, DVDs for Mary, jars for the recycling bin, notes, the NHS form etc. to post on the way out.

Feeling a little down with all the problems suffered. But told me to appear happy with everyone at the meeting, cause they will all have difficulties of their own to cope with.

04Thur17I called in flat 38 on the sixth, no, the fifth floor, on the way down, to give Mary some cakes and the Seagal DVDs. Bless her!

Out into the drizzle and wind. Dropped off the jars in the bin. Doing well here remembering stuff. Haha!).

Got to the Obergruppenfurheresse Wardens and Social Hut. Well early I was as intended, so I could see Deana and get some help with the list of things I’d taken with me. Some tenants were in there waiting on the warm for the bus to arrive. Jenny seemed in good spirits and health and greeted me.

I got to see Deans and explained about the internet failure and asked if she knew of any reliable computer wizards, but she did not. Informed her of Friday’s cock-up with my arranging to go see Sister Jane for her birthday and finding out I’d forgotten about the radiators being isolated on that day. Deana said she would let them in for me. Phew! I added the wet room light. Deana said she would call them as long as I would be in. They will be here in no longer than four hours, and to let her know when I leave the Social so she can call them. I thanked her.

The meeting went very well. Joy got two rounds of Happy Birthday, presents and a cake with candles for her to blow out. All great stuff. When I got the raffle tickets, I handed them both to the Birthday Girl with her cream cakes. She said they were her favourites too! That cheered me up!

I found out from Jenny, that her Richard ‘Rich & Robbing’ Branson Virgin Internet was also down this morning as well! This also gave me hopes of it coming back on later.

BJ arrived, and we managed a little natter. Mostly me complaining about things going wrong, I’m afraid. I handed out the nibbles.

I left early, offering my farewells to all, and remembering to call at the office and tell Deana I was on my way back to the flat.

Got in and tried the internet again. To my greatest of joy, it came on at the third attempt! Hurrah!

Updating this post on Google Chrome, WordPress won’t work on Firefox it doesn’t save at all. And to my dismay, WordPress stopped saving on Chrome! I tried opening it in Firefox, and it was now saving on that, but not on Chrome? Totally confused I pressed on with crossed fingers and an in an irritated mood.

I’d taken two-and-half hours to catch up on this diary. No signs of the Nottingham City Homes workmen to replace the light in the wet-room yet?

The test results arrived. The next one for Tuesday 16th January, they left it for two weeks this time, cause the outcome at 2.4 was very close.

I went on email and requested an appointment for as early as possible with the surgery. Done that.

Now I’ll have get yesterdays blog finished. What a day. Up 12 hours plus and only just getting around to this! Accifauxpas, Whoopsiedangleplops, Internet, Chrome, Firefox failures and problems, no light in the wet room and I can’t do the ablutions! Grrr! Humph and Curse!

Well over four hours since I was told the light in the wet room should have been replaced. It’s dangerous using the Porcelain Throne in pitch darkness, and so messy having to wash in the cold kitchen and moving stuff around to do so. I hope they do arrive, even if I have to wait up till late. That’ll do me a lot of good, waiting up and they do not come!

Ah, well, I’ll try to get caught up on Facebook first. Thank you, Mr Richard ‘Rich & Robbing’ Branson of the ownership of the pathetic Virgin Internet! Boo!

I got the camera and left Facebooking when the Fire Brigade arrived.

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04Thur21They were here for a good while. No alarms activating in the flats, but that is not unusual.

I’m pleased to see that they searched for and found the offending driver of the Mini, and got him to remove his car parked in the Emergency Vehicles Only chevroned area.

They apparently had a few words with him.

Moments later after they drove off, boy did the rain come down!

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04Thur23But did this discourage the workers out there on the hoists and scaffolding?

Not a bit if it.

They pressed on drilling and banging and knocking as if there was no rain or heavy winds at all! Brave lads, who wanted to finish the job! Heros each! Must be on piecework?

Opened Facebook again, and the intercom rang out. It was the chap from Nottingham City Homes come to replace the light in the wet room.

Ang05And look at it now!

I’ll be able to apply my creams, corticoids, Enoxaparin injections and lotions much more accurately now.

Mind you, seeing my face in the mirror more clearly when shaving, might be a bit of a shock for me. Haha!

I is different to the old one, I hope that it will not cost more to run.

Back to Facebook.

Getting so tired out now. It’s been a long and stressful day for this Nottingham Pensioner. I’ll have to try and catch up with WordPress reading, time, health, computer and internet permitting tomorrow.

04Thur12xCarried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Just too drained to do any ablutions.

Getting the nosh prepared now.

In the recliner, tray on knee, TV on, headphones on and nodded off.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 13th December 2017: Started well, Whoopsiedangleplops, ended not good. Tsk!

Wednesday 13th December 2017

Italian: Mercoledì 13 Dicembre 2017

2350hrs: Awoke, rumbling innards. Tried to remember the dreams but nothing there in the grey-cells. Vey is mir, the dizzies attacked when I disentangled my fat obese body from the clutches of the warm comfy £300 second-hand recliner, to visit the Porcelain Throne.

No evacuation achieved, only wind. The stomach seemed to calm down, though. Whoopsiedangleplop, it’s off again. Tsk!

I made a brew and got the computer going. Finished off yesterday’s Inchock Today and posted it. Went onto Facebook to add the photographs to the albums from yesterday. But it was not to be – Facebook let me into photos, then albums; but when I selected the collection to open, just a blank screen appeared? When I tried opening the Notifications, 50% did send me to them, the others a blank screen again? I did a search for Facebook Problems Today, and found this:

So I gave up and started updating this post.

Then in an instant, the stomach started to actually hurt. I made my way with great haste to the Porcelain Throne, arriving only just in time. This was the first ‘Normal’ evacuation I’ve had for weeks. A few spots of blood, but experience told me this was only from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

A rinse and wipe around, and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

I made a small mug of the Assam tea, and let it cool before taking the medications after the Health Checks were done.

Blimey, the Sys and Dia had shot up a bit?

Took a look outside to check to see if any ice remained, but could not see any as I hung out of the window to take this shot. It felt bitterly cold out there, but it looked like it would be a safe hobble for me to the bus stop later on.

Back to WordPress and my anecdotalism.

Went on WordPress Reader.

Spent a couple of hours doing post headers for later in the week.

Then tried Facebook again to see if I could do the photo albums. Slow, but working now.

Got the ablutions tended to. Wrapped up warm. Checked the lights, taps etc. and got the nibbles and bread in the bag to drop off for my beautiful wardens, Obergrupenfurheress Deana and Obergefreiteress Julie and set off to the elevator on my way to the Social Hut. Pressed the call-button, and realised I’d not got the camera with me. Back to home and collected the camera, making sure it had a sim-card in it.

Of again, got as far as the lift and going down in it, Whoopsiedangleplop once more, I had not got the hearing aids in. Back to the apartment and got them in, and off again.

Down and out and hobbled to the Social Shed. I was feeling good physically, and this worried me a tad. Dropped in to see the busy gals, gave them their Polish Sourdough bread and nibbles. I asked if they knew how Jenny was, and Julie phoned her, but the line was engaged.

We had a laugh and little chinwag and then out and to the bus stop. A decent crowd of tenants there, all smokers who faced the cold rather than go into the shed to keep warm while waiting. I was listening to Mary telling me her goings on, and realised I had not got the Emergency Medical Card with me! Whoopsiedangleplop number three. (Hehe!) I wondered if I had time to go back yet again to collect the card. I went to look at the time on the mobile phone – Whoopsiedangleplop number Four! I’d not got the phone with me either! Had to excuse my self. Mary told me the time, and she thought I had enough of it to go and get the card and mobile in time to get back and catch the bus. Another walk back and trip up the elevator and retrieved card and phone. My EQ told me I was due to suffer something nasty! However, at that moment I felt good… not mentally mind, but bodily. Haha!

The girl (Linda, I think?) from the top home arrived, and a crowd of twenty or so had gathered waiting. Much more nattering. She was still online for her holiday in January to the Mediterranian cruise and Greece visit.

Sat with Mary on the bus into town, and heard all about her birds.

Dropped off on Lower Parliament Street and over and up Glasshouse Street. With its abandoned shops, empty offices and the Victoria Shopping (Mall) Centre, and the flats above and car park below.

I’d intended to go to the Aldi Store on Huntingdon Street, but the tweaks from Hippy Hilda were telling me not to, so I didn’t. I went into Tesco. Where I purchased a small Polish Pork Knuckle, potato chips, a massive chunk of Stilton cheese, lemon curd yoghourts and some bacon. Out of the centre onto Milton Street, passing the closed down eateries on my left and right.

Sad!

I reckon there must be seating in the three new restaurants in Trinity Square, for three hundred or more customers. I wondered if the two Nottingham Shoplifters… sorry, shoppers in the picture might go in and get some overcharged food? Hehehe!

I did some window shopping as I hobbled down Kings Walk.

It seemed the only shops with any customers were the Pawnbrokers and the Money Shop as  I poddled along down towards Upper Parliament Street.

Across the road, was New York’s American & Italiano, Frankie & Benny’s eatery. Where the sign outside informed the Nottinghamians that they could get a breakfast: Eggs on Toast, for the bargain price of only £5.95 – Three eggs cooked just how you like them! Choose from poached, scrambled or fried. Served with button mushrooms, tomato and brown toast with butter.

There was no queue!

I wandered along the road towards Queen Street and the L9 bus stop, and the smells from the line of shops interested me.

The Eco-Vape shop was giving out every scent I could imagine. Chocolate, ginger, citrus etc. The New York Nails a pungent, tangy sweet one, as were the other two nail businesses in the same row of retailers. Hehehe! By the time I’d got to the end and crossed-over the road onto Queen Street to catch the bus, I think I was affected by the fumes!

While waiting for the late arrival of the bus, I took this semi-moody photographicalisation of the Little John Dome on the Council House.

Linda got on the bus at the next stop and sat next to me. She proceeded to tell me about her having booked her holiday for 2019 already. A tour of Kenya, Egypt and then Vietnam for two months. She informed me of all the tablets and injections she had to have beforehand. This cheered me up no end. Lovely lady. And, it is her Birthday next week, her relating of all the gifts she got from family and Sister, the meals planned for her, dining out and party arranged.

Whoopsiedangleplops numbers Five, Six & Seven: As we approached the flats, I had a nasty dizzy, Reflux Roger blew-up and Anne Gyna joined in. I had to make a hasty farewell to the gal and make my way to the flat, as the stomach had started to rumble as well. In seconds really, I’d gone from feeling oh, so good to a nervous wreck. Then, I got the cramps in the hand as I opened the flat door! Oh dearie me! Went into a little blank period, only for ten minutes or so, but I haven’t the foggiest idea what occurred during that time. Found myself having cut up the belly pork in the crock-pot after apparently having put the potatoes in the saucepan.

I was struggling to regain control of the brain-box as I stirred the mixture, and the door chimed rang out. It was Willmott-Dixon lady Cathy and a chap – I think they are doing something on Friday and I have to stay in all day? Changed a date for something to be done, I’m just not confident, as they had caught me in mid-panic-fretting stations, and in significant discomfort at the time. I must check when I can. I hope I didn’t make myself look a fool.

I know I felt even more confused after they had gone, a feeling I’d not grasped everything.

Whoopsiedangleplop number Eight: Had another Dizzy Dennis minute later, as I bent down to pick-up the DVT Blood Test Results that had been delivered earlier. Having difficulty in thinking things through.

Did The Health Checks and took the medications. Kept putting the timer on for 30 minutes and checking the slow-cooker as I settled to watch some TV.

I’d put the fodder bought away during the blank-spell. Checked the receipt.

The rain stopped, and the wind got up somewhat.

Then, the intercom phone rang. Delivery, from Amazon with some Seagal DVDs – that I could not remember ordering.

Whoopsiedangleplop number Nine.

I went into the kitchen to serve up the sadly dismal meal. Brother-in-Law Pete rang on the mobile. He was going to go skating on Friday at the Slab Square Rink and had kindly given me permission to go and see him. (Hehehe, only joking). I explained best I could about something happening on Friday, and I had to be in all day. If whatever they have to do is done early and doesn’t take too long, I can go meet him afterwards.

The nosh was stone-cold by the time I got it on the tray. But I had little interest in it by then. Yes, I was not in a bon viveur mode. Haha!

Yet, I think I enjoyed it anyway.

I kept the notepad handy and scribbled memories as they happened to use in the morning on this blog.

I was definitely feeling a lot better.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, but only wind and liquid again.

Took this shot of the snow in the lower field, that was refusing to melt. Perhaps it was the remnants of a Snowman the kids?

As I closed the window, the rain started again.

I nibbled a bag of Marmite crisps and a Picnic bar, with a mug of orange juice, well, Clementine juice.

Amazingly, after such a period of confusion and memory loss, I remembered to do a Wrist Panic Alarm battery check with NCHs? Confusion reigned.

(In the morning, it took me five hours to update this diary; thanks to the notepads being referred to.)

I watched a fair bit of TV without nodding off tonight for a change. This is I suppose, due to the brains reluctance to show any interest in the programmes, but wandering all over the place and various topics, without taking me with it! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 23rd November 2017: Alternating twixt good and bad today

Thursday 23rd November 2017

Galician: Xoves 23 de Novembro de 2017

0001hrs: Awake, risen and off to get the laundry things ready, then down with it to get it started.

Two pieces of mail found as I approached the door.

One, the DVT INR Warfarin Blood Level results. Far too late for me to get in touch with the dentist again. And no Email either, as promised from the surgery.

The other from Nottingham City Homes re a Ventilation survey to be carried out.

The winds were howling this morning, all through the corridors, windows, doors, vents etc. I could hear it clearly without the hearing aids in.  So how some folk with decent hearing are coping with it, I don’t know… come think of it though, maybe I could get a job as the local berceuse provider on request, for those who have been woken or can’t get to sleep due to the wailing winds? Hehe!

Got the machine started and up to the Porcelain Throne by 0015h0rs.  Better session.

0140hrs: Back down to move the washing. This trip, only one lift was lit and working, number one.

Got the clobber transferred into the dryer and on the way back up, I could hear the ‘voice recording from lift two; “Door-opening” – “Door closing”,  “Door-opening” – “Door closing”,  “Door-opening” – “Door closing”…? It was hard to tell which floor, but I think it was one just below or close to under the 12th?

The Medications were taken, and the Health Checks were done. The HC results were very different this morning for some reason I could not fathom?

The ululation from the winds was not easing-off at all.

Made a mug of tea and started this diary going. Demands for another session on the Porcelain Throne arrived from the innards, which of course I responded to: All went well, no bleeding at all. But, I felt uneasy, perplexed and was anticipating the arrival of some Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa; thanks to the EQ.

Finished off the Wednesday Diary. Time to collect the washed clothing, so down again. This time, both lifts were working?

I got the togs out and folded, then in the bag.

I’ve enough washing upstairs for another wash yet but will do these another day. Cleaned the drum and filter. Someone had left a face towel in the dryer, so I folded it and left it on the sink drainer.

I was going to pop outside to take a photograph, but the leaves blew in when the door opened, so I decided against going out. Hehe! Although, the wind seemed to be dropping. Or maybe it had changed direction? I’ll miss these scaffolds when they are finished.

As I was starting to read the end noticeboard, and not even moving, Hippy Hilda gave me a stab and twinge.

In the elevator and to the apartment.

I got the urge to sort out the airing-cupboard, and not before time either. I took out all the things, and refolded them, replaced them in order, as neatly as I could and added the cleaned togs. Feeling well-pleased and satisfied with my efforts, I closed the cupboard door and went to put the bath towel on the heater.

I heard a muffled slow noise… turned and saw the airing-cupboard doors opening on their own, and the neatly stored clothes falling out onto the floor! I think I wanted to cry. Hehe! I assumed the board or supports for the shelf had slipped or broken, but they seemed okay? Had the Aliens moved from the lift into my flat? Haha! I pushed them back in, annoyed, frustrated and with Hippy Hilda giving me some more hassle. Humph!

I got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag ready. Made another brew of tea and went on to the WordPress Reader.

Facebooking next.

Three hours later I’d finished my latest TFZer graphicalisations. Again, I hope they see and like the humour in them.

Oh, Morrison delivery coming today, better get the ablutions tended to.

The delivery arrived, it was the pleasant young lady again. We had a little laugh about the airing cupboard incident when I told her about it.

I got the fodder away.

This week, I got a Scottish Plain thick-cut loaf as well as a medium cut one. I stored one in the freezer, after rearranging it to make room.

I noticed, that although the ingredients were the same for both loaves, the warning tabs on the label differed.

I’d ordered some of the Thompson’s Tea Bags to see what they were like, and took one tea bag out of the box and tried it. Weak, insipid and tasteless! I put the teabags in the bag along with the Polish bread to give to Obergruppenfurheress Deana at the Social Hour. Filled a coat pocket with some chocolate coins to hand-out, the bag with nibbles, raffles prizes and gifts and set out, taking the black bags to the rubbish chute en route, and off to the hut.

The biting wind and heatless sunshine greeted me as I left the building.

Work on the scaffolding was taking place by the builder-men.

I noticed, although of course it may have been like this earlier and I had not seen it then, that they had used wind protection sheets on the cages now. A sage decision. We don’t want any blokes flying off. Hehe!

On the hobble to the hut, I thought it a little odd that no one else was making their way to the cabin? When I got in, not a soul in sight? I was, bemused, perplexed and stumped as to why. Had I got the day confused (It has been known, Hehe!). I noticed Warden Dean in her office and entered to ascertain what was what. The meeting had been moved to Friday this week. I handed her the box of nibbles to keep to use and raffle prizes with her bread and the tea bags. Poor old Frank and Bill-William on Sundays had also not been informed and had turned up. I think the reason might be that the room was needed as a resident respite area – while their heaters were being installed, perhaps?

We had a chinwag and laugh about it, and I went back to the foyer area for a sit down out of the wind while I waited for the bus. Took the coat off, to make sure that I did not lose the benefit of it later when I went out. A lady tenant doing her washing came by, and my heart went out to her; she was apparently upset about something and near to tears. She struggled to get the words out, bless her. Hubby was being taken to a hospice later today. She was devastated. I think she felt so sorry because despite all of her efforts to look after and support him, and she did work so hard at it, too, coping had gotten beyond her. This put me on a downer a bit, but nothing like the gal. Bless her, all that hard work, and now she feels terrible. I know nothing can really help feel better, but I need to try and do something, so I’ll give her the Thornton’s Chocolate Nougat for Christmas, a pathetic effort, wish I could help her pragmatically.

I went out to the bus stop. Welsh Bill and three others were there. I explained what I knew of the distraught lady to Doris. I handed out some chocolate coins to help them with their bus fare. Bill was looking a little drained. When we got on the bus, he told me that he cannot have a shower for the time being for fear of getting his surgery area wet, and it was annoying him. He thinks the pins around the trapped nerve area will get removed tomorrow. I hope it goes well for him. We both got off the bus in Arnold, and he pointed out a shop that might sell the screw-lidded tubs to me.

I called in the store and had a look around, but no luck this time again. I limped to the Asda (Walmart) shop and spent a while hobbling around for ages. Which was a bit risky, cause I had no way of telling the time, as I had misplaced the mobile phone. At least I hope I did, and it is at home; as opposed to my having dropped it out of the coat pocket when I took the coat off earlier in the foyer.

I did find some screw-top plastic storage containers, though. Not as big as I wanted, but still. So I bought 6 of them. Also, had the fortune of finding some mini-cheddars Stilton flavour, so got 6 of them. Added to the grated red extra-sharp cheese, 4 tins of Curried baked beans, cooked chestnuts and small fresh plum tomatoes, ensured I had spent at the self-serve counter, £23.35 and had a struggle on to carry the bag! Haha!

Paid the bill and went out and up to the bus stop. I had 30 minutes to wait before the bus was due.

I worried a bit about the phone. Fretted over the world going PC mad. Thought about the gal who’s hubby is going into the hospice and generally depressed myself.

Even the weather went darker as the bus made its way to the flats.

When we got into Sherwood en route, Welsh Bill and Doris got on the bus.

Bill accused me of stalking him today! (In fun).

The three of us hobbled along to the apartments when we got off the bus. Doris is such a lovely woman, and Bill, although not well himself, a source of fun, sarcasm and sociability. I felt a little better, knowing these facts, and cheered up a tad.

In the flat and had a wee-wee. Got the things put away and the Craig Cramps visited the hands poorly. I put this down to the heavy bag carrying stemming the blood flow.

This made the preparation of the cold meal a bit awkward.

Two slices of the thick near perfect Scottish Plain bread, buttered, mature cheese slices, Anchovies and sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegarette – An absolutely incredibly tasty meal!

But, eating it caused me some hassle. The incisors suffered mostly. The bean salad, nice as it was, had to be abandoned, due to the beans being too hard for the teggies to cope with and made the teeth bleed on the first and only spoonful of them I tried.

Part-way through the nosh, the phone rang! I fought my way out of the recliner and there was no answer when I picked up the receiver and said “Chambers”, twice?

Spoilt the enjoyment of the meal a bit, but at least it couldn’t go cold on me Hehe!

Did the pots and Health Checks, and thought I’d taken the evening medications, but found out later I hadn’t. Plonker!

Settled down later than usual to watch the TV.

The Law & Order episode had started. Within minutes the commercials came on, and I went off, into the land of nod!