Inchcock Today – Thursday 13th February 2020: Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop!

2020 Feb 13

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Thursday 13th February 2020

Greek: Πέμπτη 13 Φεβρουαρίου 2020

00 Feb 13

GM03 0.51.000:40hrs: I was dreaming about something or other, not the foggiest what it was: and in the world of fantasy, I realised I had to wake up for a wee-wee. A sort of twilight world for a few seconds, I was dreaming, but aware that it had to stop and I’d have to get up for a wee-wee? Which I did, much to the displeasure of Anne Gyna and in particular, Arthur Itis.

I got my balance, grabbed the stick, an3Wed19d wobbled-limpingly to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I really was caught out with the ferocity of the action! But it was short-lived, and the shaking took ages to clear everything. There might be some bother in this department later on, methinks!

I went to wash the dandies, and move the drying handwashing around.

The brain caught up with the activities, and the needs of the day flowed into the grey-cells. Got to go to the Podiatrist at Sherwood Health Centre, on Elmswood Gardens for a 10:00hrs appointment.

I got the kettle on, and realised I had not taken last nights medications! So, I took them and hoped that I would remember to take this morning’s late on. All confusing innit? Haha!

4Thu01WD 0.40.0. Then, in an instant, I needed to go to the Porcelain Throne, and only made it to the wet room with seconds to spare! Phew! What a messy affair it was! Lots of cleaning up to do afterwards, Phwert! Having now cleaned my hands twice in a few minutes, the hands looked paler than ever. The pins (legs) had done their daily morphing act again. Oddly, Arthur Itis’s knees looked less warped than of late, but the distortions were spread over a larger area. The difference in size (thickness) of the pins was more noticeable, too. How I feel sorry for ordinary folks. Arthur Itis’s knees were still painful, even if they didn’t look to be.

WDPH01L3Normal-kneed persons: They miss the pleasure of diurnal searching for changes. The unpredictable Clopidogrel lumps, blisters, thrombophlebitis. The blood-papsules, weals, scars, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, dapples, maculations, and assorted findings. Not to mention the artistic Deep vein arterial, spider veins and the superficial venous thrombosis (phlebitis). The displays of iliac, saphenous, tibial, and popliteal veins can be artistic at times. And usually, the various signs of the last tumble. The ever-changing fluid retention. The change in leg size, one day the left can be more significant, the next morning the right one! As for the colouration, marvellous variations, although usually, they are both on the pale, pallid anaemic side.   So, I’m lucky, in this way. Hahaha!

I waffled on a bit there again, sorry.

WDP 10R01LI got on the computer, and did a graphic, and started on this blog, getting up to here, and it dawned on me; “You #@‡⊗%, Klutz! You’ve not finished yesterdays post off yet!”

So I made a brew, took this morning’s medications, and made a start on the Wednesday updating. (Better late than never?) Got it finished eventually! Went on WordPress reader. Then TFZer Facebooking. By then, it was time to get the ablutions done, I don’t want to be late at the Podiatrist’s appointment. The wet room session went with only three dropsies! No shaving cuts either! A smugness began to creep in as I dried myself off! I casually threw the towel over the stool in the shower and got the medicating and deodorant applied.

WDP 02lbWD 0.40.0. I leant across to turn the shower off, and pressed the start button! The towel and dressing gown beneath it, copped on an excellent dousing, as did I! Luckily, I’d only got the new PP’s and 4Thu02my socks on by then. I put the socks and towel on the flat airer to try and dry them off over the day. I dried myself again, on the other sheet, put some other socks on, wiped the shower chair and almost cried!

I’d been doing so well, as well!

I made up some bags for the waste chute and took them out across the lift lobby to the rubbish room. Opposite the flat hallway, the uncleaned, ornamental, decorative, aesthetically pleasing, quaint, but depressingly dull, picturesque windows caught my eye. I don’t know why I said that?

4Thu02cI assumed this on the left, is the new fire alarm on the ceiling, no wires attached yet, but perhaps they are above the new false roof they had been erecting yesterday? It looks like a complicated job they have taken on. And of course, it has to be done on all fifteen floors.

The state of the lobby carpet, we will have to put up with. The task at hand is, by nature, a messy job. So I don’t think there is much point in cleaning anything up yet… is there?

Back to the flat and got things ready for the Podiatrist visit. Set off out, through to Windood Court, and handed nibbles out to the Untersturmfhreress ILC Warden-Guards. I met Christine and an unknown-to-me lady tenant in the link passage. Again they left me in their wake. Gawd, they’re quick! I got to the Winchester Court lobby, and Angela told me that Roy had another fall and was taken into the fall-team at the Hospital. They were there for ages, it was all busy and hustle. He’s home now, but not very well. Poor old Roy, he keeps bouncing back, and long may he do so.

Out to the bus stop, a very quiet gang this morning. Malcolm giving his daily news report to the others. Haha!

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A chinwagging session on the way down the hill. I think we all got off in Sherwood. I walked up to the crossing and over the road up the hill to right down to the Sherwood Health Centre, on Elmswood Gardens.

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WDPh 01WWH0.51.0 Where I fear I discovered I had made a cock-up with the timing! The receptionist frowned, and asked me what time my appointment was for? I replied full of confidence, “Ten o’clock!” As she perused her listing, it all came back to me! It should have been 08:30hrs! How the hell I got this wrong is beyond even me! The receptionist rang the podiatrist to see if she could fit me in. Then directed me to wait in a hidden corner passage chair until they found out if I could be accommodated, or not!

Humiliation, embarrassment, disgrace, self-hatred, shame, impecuniosity, ignominy and mortification, were a few of the sensations I felt at the time! I wish I asked the Doctor yesterday about how to fight-off senility! Humble-pie replaced what mini-modicum of pride I had left! I stood humbly near the door waiting to be either forgiven, lambasted or refused treatment.

It was most likely only ten minutes or so later, that the podiatrist came to me, (but it seemed so much longer) proffering a look that said out loud; “You Clot!” My pathetic apologies and genuine excuses were listened to with surprising understanding. A warmth came over me, as she told me to follow her, adding, “Don’t Worry!” She may never know how comforting and easing that was to me! ♥ Or maybe she did, and that’s why she said the words, with a smile as well! I think she understands my addlepatedness. ♥ She soon did the feet, in record time I reckon. I gave her a can of Gin & Tonic in thanks.

4Thu06I thanked the receptionist on the way out, and I decided I had been lucky in the way they had treated my obliviating.

4Thu08My spirits rose a tad, as made my way to the bus stop, to hibernate away in the flat, and get some blogging and graphics done, or at least try to.

When I arrived at the bus shelter, the rain began to trickle down. I’d hoped some Winwoodonians might be there to catch the L9, as usual. Then I realised I was a little early. Sure enough, they started to arrive. Christine and Welsh William from the Coral bookies, then Penny and Shirley came to join us. A couple of the 4Thu09new Woodthorpe Court tenants were there, no, one of them. She seemed a lively sort of gal. Quick-witted. As I took this snap from the bus stop, I realised that the Booze Shop on the corner of Hall Street had closed down. Another Sherwood shop kicks the bucket. Oh, dear!

4Thu10Our bus arrived early, and we all climbed on board and were soon back at the flats. I got off last, to avoid catching anyone with my wheels, and Panny and the new gal were shooting off, I tried to catch them, but they were too fast for me. So I shouted out, “Oy! Zola Budds, hang on!” To my utter amazement, they did! But getting between two chatting women is a scary thing! Hahaha! They soon got ahead of me again. But Penny waited and opened the swipe door for me, bless her! ♥ After the other lady got off, Peny spoke to me for the 35 seconds it took to get to my floor. We said our farewells, and I got back to the apartment.

4Thu11Made a mug of tea, and took the afternoon medications. Then on the computer to sort the photos and update this blog. It took me a few hours, then I tried to get some graphics done. But the weariness befell on me.

I took a blind shot of Chestnut Walk, as I got the nosh prepared. I took me a long time for several reasons:

  • The cheesy potatoes I’d decided on, needed so much work to mix and mash!
  • WD 0.40.0. The cheesy potatoes were put in the oven to brown off, I checked on them later, and then I decided to turn the oven on!
  • WD 0.40.0. a Washing up, I dropped the mixing bowl, Humph! Clearing the mess up I’d made took a while!

4Thu12However, despite my hindrances and faffing about, my meatless meal went down a right treat Why meatless? I forgot to put the pork & pickle pies on the plate. Realising this after I’d got down in the second-hand, £300, c1968 recliner and had started eating it. And was just too tired to bother.

The cheesy potatoes, (I thought I’d made to much) was eaten with the rest of the meal, with great delight and much savouring of the great flavour. A Taste Rating in 8.8/10.

I put the emptied-with-pleasure tray on the other chair. And turned on the TV. Adverts were on at the time, as I waited for ‘The Interceptors’ program to start. Zzzz!

I woke with a start, hours later. Sure, that noise had woken me up. I put the hearing aids in and listened. Well, I had to take the dinner things to get washed, and I was not confident whether I’d taken the evening medications or not, so I had to get up anyway, and could have a look around for any signs of what made the noise at the same time. Did you note that? Logicality of thought from Inchcock – and, when he’d just woken up?

4Thu24WD 0.40.0. I was taking the tray with me, and the four-pronged walking stick to the kitchen. When I got a bit of a wobbled on. Resulting in my giving myself a toe-stubbing against the Ottoman. I grimaced, uttered a few silent, well-chosen oaths, and carried on, almost knocking over the corner stand of bric-a-brac and knick-knackery. 

Luckily, my arm only went through the second shelf, knocking over some photographs, and I stopped myself falling onto it by using the corner of the wall, handily placed for me to use! Hahaha!

Thank heavens it didn’t go over! I’d have still been clearing it up now! So, a bit of bad (painful), then good fortune almost at the same time?

I could not find anything that might have caused the sound that woke me up, but it must have been loud to stir me from sleep with no hearing aids in, and the headphones on?

4Thu13I washed the pots, then took a snap of the evening sky. The sun seemed out a little late?

I returned to the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away, recliner, with its bits of radicchio in the creases still being found after last weeks Whooopsiedangleplop of my dropping of the salad plate.

Settled again, to try and watch some TV, but the mind-storming began. Eventually ~I nodded-off, and into a dream of mix-up mystifications.

Ah, well!

Inchcock (In brief): Wednesday 5th February 2020: Gruelling-Grombling-Garblisations!

2020 Feb 05

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Wednesday 5th February 2020

Swedish: Onsdagen 5 Februari 2020

00 Feb 06

WD 150.0.100 01:15hrs: I woke with the mind doing ut own thing again, and I genuinely feared the worst. Yet, within a few minutes, I was battling out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had urged and forced my misshaped, wobbly mass of a body onto its feet, and did few moves, bends and wriggles to test out the ailments, and was in recent form, I thought, anyway.

Arthur Itis and Saccades-Sandra apart. All the other indispositions, discombobulations ailments and infirmities, were friendly and calm with me. Naturally, this did not last for too long. AS I moved towards the kitchen, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Back to normal, which is not a bad thing). So, I diverted, and within about ten paces, I was in the wet room. Bearing in mind yesterdays farcical Whoopsiedangleplop, I made sure that the stick was not left anywhere I trip over it, this time.

3Wed05The evacuation almost had me cheering! It was that good! Not too big, not painful at all! And hardly any effort needed. No getting half-way and needing painful encouragement. And not messy! As I stood to do the necessary ‘paperwork’, I found there was no bleeding from the rear either!

WD 150.0.100 Then I saw the drips of blood on the floor. I knew straight away, it had to be from Little Inchies fungal lesion, and it was. Heck of a state to medicate and clean.

To the kitchen and took some Moon photos.

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3Wed07I made some tea and took the medications. Then got the updating of the blog done. The saving was failing a few times, but this time, I thought it might be a WordPress problem? The updating took ages, mostly through having to keep stopping for Saccases-Sandra to clear. Many hours after starting, I got it finished. Phew!

08:00hrs, I went on the WordPress Reader. Then on the TFZer Facebooking. Time is my most significant bother nowadays. It takes so long to get anything done, my lack of mobility, the Neurotransmitters dying, the brain struggles to hold information, and physical activity takes so much time and is painful sometimes. The mind and body are reaching my capability and copeability level methinks.

After which, I spent many more hours on graphicationalising. Everything was taking so long to get done, with Sandra playing up, but at least the Fungal lesion didn’t open up again.

Eventually, I got started on this post. The time flew by. I went to see Josie, to check with her that she would like the Tuna with Coronation mayonnaise. But she was not in. I did some more graphicalisationing.

I ought to get the ablutions done, it’ so late now, head-down time is due.

I’d been doing the bit of cooking needed in-between computer work while Sandra was in a bad mood with me. The day has magically almost gone?

3Wed06I turned everything off and got the ablutions tended to. I called on Josie again first, while I’d got clothes on. No answer again.

The legs looked a bit different again, but not bad at all. I decided to stop and get the handwashing done first, then I can Josie again before getting the ablutions done. The washing completed, and off to the wet room. Called on Josie, no luck.

3Wed08The ablutions produced many dropsies. No proper Whoopsies, though. Another call on Josie, no luck. I checked on the Special tomatoes. I shan’t be eating them today.

Then got another silly idea, I could order some saucepans from Amazon. So I did. Coming tomorrow. So, another day indoors.

Got the nosh prepared and served up. I got settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, got the TV on.

As I was taking the first fork of food, the phone flashed into life. Unbelievable, the times this happens!
It was the Haemostasis, TV (Thread Vein) and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital. A very kind lady, asking about my problems, questioning me on various things, in an effort to understand why Warfarin levels were so unsteady. It was lovely to have someone to talk to about medical issues. Especially being as pleasant and patient with me as this lady was. The conversation kept getting broken up by my having to ask her to repeat things I didn’t pick-up, again she was alright and unbothered by this. Bless Her! She will send me an Email with her address on, so I have it and can message her with the results of the Doctors meeting and any changes of importance. I felt honoured and well cared for.

3Wed10aBack to the stone-cold meal, not that there was much to harm. Only the mushrooms, garden peas and potatoes were heated anyway.

Although cold, I still enjoyed it. Smashing! A taste rating of 8/10. Perhaps the joy of speaking to someone who understood and sympathised had put me on a high? But sleep was again late in coming, although the Thought-Storms kept off.

Inchcock Today: Frid 31 Jan 2020: Ailments easier, luck not so bad… Humph! Just burnt my dinner! Big Mouth me!

2020 Jan 30

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Friday 31st January 2020

Latvian: Piektdien, 2020 Gada 31 Janvārī

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01:00hrs: Woke, with memories of a dream I’d had floating about in the grey-cells. But they soon left, and all I knew was, the nocturnal mind-wanderings were of a likeable nature, but not the foggiest of any details, remained. Tsk!

Moments later, summoning from the inwards, advised me to hasten to the Porcelain Throne. So, I did. Which proved to be and up and down visitation. The evacuation went well enough, not too painful or messy, but it took a while and some effort.

WD 0.0.30 W During this, I had a go at the crossword book. And dropped it when the neurotransmitters failed in the finger-ends. I used the picker-upper to retrieve the book. I creased the pages in doing so. When I got it in my hand, a page with some of my scribble on it was on top. I’d written something about my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete; I think I wrote it when I was in the Acorn home, recovering from the stroke, so out of interest, I read it. It related to Pete visiting me there. And suddenly it dawned… I’d missed his birthday! Well, I can expect him to raid the flat again now! Hehe! He might even arm one of his drones and send it over! I must apologise to the lad. Sorry, Pete, me old mate, catch you later, I hope, Sir. I do feel a right schlemiel! I blame my doing that housework yesterday. (Red-face and shame growing!)

I took a rinse and wiped the contact surfaces, and off to the kitchen to make a brew. I took the medications.

Virfail02aWD 0.0.30 W Then got on with updating the Thursday blog.

But it was a nightmare with the amazingly crap service provided by the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, making things take several times longer than it should have. And yet yesterday, it was reasonably decent? In fact, it was to start with for the first fifteen minutes?

Virgin (4b)

WD 0.0.30 W After about half-an-hour at it, the wee-weeing started, and it’s not stopped yet! Each and everyone was of the SSPAOQ (Short-Sharp-Painless-All-Over-Quickly) variety. But most frequent. I reckon that I must have dished the beta-blocker, in error for the Furesomide tablet! Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for letting me down and failing to remove the Furesomide from the blister-packs in my prescriptions, as Nurse Leoni had asked you to do, and you said you would, but didn’t! She asked you again last week, and another prospectively worthless promise was received that you would on the next allocation. I hope you do get it right this time, bearing in mind you are classed amongst the top three Chemists in Nottingham by the Yell.co company. It’s only after talking with other old folks in the flats where I live about the problem that many have told me of their complaints about Boots, Llyods, and the Late Night Chemists in Sherwood. You all seem unreliable. So, how come you are in the top three? You used to be so caring, efficient, and reliable, too. Shame, a shame I can’t leave and use another pharmacist. And Boots and Lloyds are about to charge £10 per delivery.

I really went off the plot there, didn’t I? Sorry, but the annoyance of Mr Fries Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, and the suffering that Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA have put me through, gets to me sometimes, mainly when they both cause problems for me at the same time!

Now, my Grammarly keeps changing to US English, and I am so pissed-off!

As I gave up on the web and closed everything down, the landline rang out. It was Sister Jane to tell me I had forgotten Pete’s birthday. Oh, dear! ‘Trouble ‘t Mill!” I didn’t mention that I forgot my own last year! After all the help, the lad’s given me over the stroke, too. Oh, ecky thump!

5Fri05I got the ablutions sorted out. The legs looked mighty fine! Dropsies that I can remember; Shaving Razors (4) Shaving cream. Teeth; toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash bottle. Showering: Showerhead, soap (3), sponge, and back-brush. Then another toe-stubbing against seat raiser. The sock-glide battle; that I had been mastering of late. Left me with a piece of the nail removed on the thumb, and a bruise on the knuckles. Also, I clouted my elbow on the sink edge, getting my trousers on! Now that’s more like me!

I felt almost happy about it! Sad, I know, but that happens to be how I think, good luck is unusual but pleasant. However, not as reliable or frequent as a good dose of my injurious calamities and failures are!

5Fri04I tended to the handwashing next. A few bits needed doing, and I made a right mess of the kitchen in doing so. I was a smidge irked by having to clean the flipping floor again after doing it yesterday. A few quiet mutterings of a curseful nature were uttered. But overall, I remained in a decent enough mood with myself and the world.

WD 0.0.30Bacci When I’d got the clothes done, rung and hung, then the beep-beep hook on the coathanger with the jammie-bottoms hanging on it suddenly detached itself! And again water found its way onto the floor I’d just cleaned again! More foul language was silently-voiced, with one word coming out aloud, beginning with F!

I took a snap of 5Fri03the view from the unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking new kitchen windows. It looked like some rain is on the way. Pretty in a way, though. No, that’s not the word to describe it! More like, erm… I don’t know now, the name just departed my brain and off into the ether? Humph!

I got dressed and all ready for a bus ride to Sherwood. After double, treble checking things, especially the potatoes in the new small cooker, lights taps, etc. I departed. I rang Josie’s bell on the way out, but no answer.

5Fri06Down and along the link-passage to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators), Wardens to us, Holding Cell office. A quick nip in and handed the nibbles out. All done in thirty-seconds, and off into the Winwood Court Social Lounge. Only one person in there, a Nottingham City Homes agent. There was a lot of them arrived today. Including the Nottingham City Homes Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk Model, Angela Gould.

I got the crosswording tackled for fifteen minutes or so, did well today. Then forced the reluctant Arthur Itis’s knees to let me stand up again, and off to the Winchester Court foyer. Had a natter with Margaret, Mary, and some other tenants, then, out to the bus stop.

Got the L9 down to Mansfield Road, took a photo to the right, then the left.

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I limped down to the left, to the Azam store, the one with the lime window shades, to search for some fruit and veg. But, oh, what a selection of old food at top prices they had on offer! I turned around and back up the hill and tried the Co-op shop. They had some 5Fri09Cox’s apples, not cheap, but they looked okay, a bag of small potatoes, a wholemeal bread thins, and some mushrooms.

I paid at the self-serve tills without any problems. Then out and crossed over at the traffic light, to go to Abdul’s shop with the Post 5Fri11Office in it, to get some Puff Pastry fingers.

The shop that was a Bingo and entertainment establishment had been graffitied. But not by good skilfull ones.

5Fri10As I took this photo, a young Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came by, and gave the evil eye and said something, but I could not hear what it was he said. Then casually plodded on up the hill, with his hands in his pockets, not on the handlebars.

I5Fri12 got to Abdul’s and got a packet of the fingers and a pack of jam tarts, £1 each. I met Welsh William at the check out ahead of me. He held the door open for me as I followed him out. We had a chat on my way to the bus stop, and he diverted into the bookies. That’s William in the light blue jacket shooting off for a flutter on the gee-gees, I imagine.

5Fri13I carried on to the bus shelter, just as the rain came down heavier. Good timing! Some tenants of the flats, unknown to me by name and I had a chinwag for a while, as the bus came a little late today. But it wasn’t cold with it like it has been these last couple of days. The rain seems to have scattered the local populace.

5Fri14Back at the flats, I was off the bus last as usual, to avoid banging into anyone or getting hit about. One of them waited to hold the door open for me, bless the gentleman! I did my best to catch up with them for a natter, but they were already at the end of the passage near the swipe door, by the time I entered the corridor. William was leading the charge.

5Fri15I got the few things purchased put away and began to formulate what to have for today’s nosh with the new potatoes. Which incidentally were ready to go now, in the crock-pot. So I moved them in with the garden peas in the saucepan.

Then, I got the computer on and downloaded the photos to Coreldraw for resising. Then, with a certain nervousness, I restarted the Libert-Global internet and made a mug of tea, while I waited to restart hopefully.

It was just the same as before, no change. It seems to be cutting out every few minutes, but only for a few seconds, then coming back on? But, it seems, only on WordPress this time? Unless its just the timing?

I went on Facebook to test that out on the TFZers page. Got loads of photos on. But some moving pictures set Saccades-Sandra off, and now the Dizzies are back. So I’ll get the nosh made and settle down to try and rest a while.

Head cleared now, and I nodded-off (beyond my usual head-down time now) for a few minutes, I woke and went to sort the meal out.

5Fri27WD 0.0.30 W Oh, flippin’ ‘eck! The potatoes were slightly burnt! The leeks had disappeared altogether! Thank heavens I warmed the garden peas in another pan! The saucepan had to be put down. I said a few words over it as I washed it and put it in its final resting place, the rubbish bag. A sad event, cause this saucepan had lasted longer than any other in the depths of the Whoopsiedangleplops, and the cursed Accifauxpas mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court kitchen. 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! It was a veteran; it lasted the course without any damage for four months! Frogglemoths! I managed to clean the lid and kept it, in memory of the devoted pans loyalty, he’s not had an easy life, something I could empathise with.

5Fri30However, I still ate the potatoes, not the black bits, mind. The feast was enjoyed, with a tinge of sadness for the saucepan. Hehehe! 

Pork & mushroom pate, the lucky-not-go-the-same-way as the potatoes garden peas, an apple, a black tomato, beetroot, and the well-tasty potatoes! Lemon curd yoghourt for afters, with a bottle of fresh orange juice. A flavour-rating of 7/10.

Then, I went to get the pots washed. I returned to the junk room mark 2, got settled in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, yucky-grungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner.

I got the TV on and noted that channel 81 on Freeview, a film, Crooks in Cloister was about to start. It rang a distant bell in my mind, so I decided to watch it… I nodded-off into slumberland as it was beginning. Not only that, but I slept for about 5½ hours uninterrupted!

Inchcockski: Thursday 30th January 2020:

2020 Jan 31

2019 Tnov 10

Thursday 30th January 2020

Zulu: ULwesine 30 KuJanuwari 2020

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01:15hrs: I woke up, feeling so tired still, why, I know not. But there you go! I got my cumbersome short-plump, wobbly body up, caught my balance, and without to much bother, as well! The absence of Dizzy Dennis almost made me give out a “Yee-Haa!” No wee-wee, no Porcelain Throne needs either!

Off to the kitchen, where I got the kettle on. The innards began to suddenly and importunately rumble and grumble. I hastened to the wet room and got seated on the Porcelain Throne. It was a reluctant evacuation, but nae bother, the crossword book was utilised, the pain was of a minimum, and it was not messy. Mmm, disconcerting!

4Thu02Not only, but as well as and besides them, the pins (legs) were looking even better. On the verge of normalisticalistion! Well, apart from what I think might be one of the coming and going blotches, due to the Clopidogrel Clive. Even, Varicose-Veins-Victor had calmed down! I think I’ll upgrade my previous exclamation from disconcerting to worrying!

WDPright05aHad I woken up in another world? I clambered out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner so easily! No dizzies, an almost routine Throne visit? Plus, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were giving me no hassle at all. Little-Inchies Fungal Lesion and Harolds Haemorrhoids were not bleeding! Worrying, in a way! Most incomprehensible! But, let’s give them time.

4Thu02bI put some leeks and mushrooms in the small crock-pot, seasoned with onion salt. Then made another mug of tea, and belatedly took the medications.

I got on the computer to update the diary, for I knew it was going to be a long haul, with my going out yesterday and the bank meeting to add. Going to be another long one, but I hope interesting for once.

WD Indigo Then… Eurgh!

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The going with the updating was riddled with contretemps, ever correcting. It took hours before the internet settled into its usual slow-mode status. That, I could live with.

4Thu02aWD Indigo After a couple of hours, I went to check on the potatoes and leeks that were in the new cooker. The lid was rattling with the pressure, so I turned it down to the low setting. I  poked a potato with a plastic fork, and it burst open! Blimey, that cooked quick! So I took out the spuds and used them for nibbles during the morning. I think with them being very tiny in size, is the cause of this contretemps?

Mr Fries internet was getting more reliable. But for God sakes don’t let him know, the price will go up again!

07:26hrs: 7.5 hours after starting, I finally got the post finished. Fed-up? Me!

I emailed the link. Then went on Pinterest and posted some pictures. Then onto the WordPress reader. Next, the TFZer Facebooking.

WD Indigo At 0945hrs, I started this blog off.

4Thu03WD Indigo I kept checking on the crock-pot, there were not many leeks left, most had turned to liquid! Humph! A right mess from the slow-cooker fiasco in the kitchen needed sorting out. Oh dearie me, yes! Decision time again! I didn’t want to turn off the computer and go off itself again. But I wanted to clear the mess up. But I had to get the ablutions done first, so I looked semi-respectable if I met anyone. The black bags needed sorting and getting rid off. The kitchen floor needed a good mopping up. So much to get done… but excuses, I can’t see myself feeling as fit as this again. The head was spinning a bit now, with unbelievability.

So, I closed all the programs apart from the internet itself. WordPress, Coreldraw, Hippo, and Word. And put the machine in sleep mode. Then got the ablutions done, I need the Porcelain Throne again anyway. The ablutionalisationing session went well. Any more good luck, and I may have another stroke or heart attack, this is all unnatural). Fair enough, the dropsies were frequent, there was no bleeding, dizzies, toe-stubbing, or knocking over anything. The sock-glide battle as an injury-less draw. There were a few mini-knicks when shaving, though. To be expected.

Got the togs to wear ready, and visited the wet room. I should be back in a few hours, providing I don’t do anything silly, like sit down and fall asleep (which is already tempting me, so as I can avoid the cleaning and mopping up. Haha!), or snuff-it. TTFN.

4Thu16(Well, I didn’t make it back until I woke up Friday at 01:00hrs. Humph!)

Having been refreshed,

I got myself dressed.

Work needed doing, there’s no rest,

Sorted the filled box’s, tied em with string,

Sweep the kitchen the next thing,

Then mopping to do, Arthur Itis started to sting,

Left it, for now, good thinking!

So, I stacked the box’s, on the trolley thing,

Out to the lobby, the lift did arrive and ping,

I got into the cage, no box’s tipping,

To the lobby, and to the caretaker’s den,

I wouldn’t like to have to do this again!

Robert, (or is it Steven? Oh, the brain!) helped me unload the things and we had a little natter. I told him of my crock-pot disasters, and he told me of some he’s had. Nice to talk!

4Thu10Back up to the flat, and tackled the mopping up of the filthy kitchen floor. I had to change the water in the bucket twice!

I clouted my ankle a few times, and at one point, all the signs of the peripheral neuropathy right-leg were building up for a Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance showed. The almost intangible tremors around the right knee and the hip shakes are usually reliable indicators. But not this time, thankfully. Which with me mopping, a dance now, could have been dangerous. Another spot of good luck for me. This out of the ordinary, idiosyncratic run of uncustomarily good fortune, to be honest, scares the living daylights out of me. It’s just doesn’t happen to me?

But the floor didn’t look bad after I’d got it done. It was worth annoying Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna a bit. (Liar!)

4Thu10aWhile the floor dried, I went down to the Hauptsturmfuhreresses Holding Cell and Office, with the last of the Easter treats. They were busy, and my EQ told me I was annoying them. But, pole-dancer and Warden Deana, did pose for me to take a snap of her. I thought she looked just like my Sister Jane did, fifty years ago! A quick natter and I returned to the flat.

ChemistI went outside on Chestnut Walk, back to the flat, so I could take some photographs of the buildings. Not received any for a while now, with all those days being stuck indoors over the month. Thanks mainly to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, for being late with my prescriptions and leaving me without painkillers and beta-blockers for five, no, six days! Just thought I’d mention it! I wonder if the next months will arrive on time? The Medicine Management lady, Leoni, who I complained to, told me to ring them when I get to my last weeks blister-pack and remind them. Very helpful, professional and useful! Especially as she knows I am almost deaf! I wandered-off the plot there, sorry.

As I ambled along in the cold sunshine, I took these pictures along the way.

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I got back to the apartment and remembered to take the original crock-pot to the waste-chute room, as told to by Stephen (or Robert?) earlier, for him to kindly collect and dispose of for me.

Weariness and fatigue dawned early again. I locked the flat door for once so that I would not be disturbed by anyone coming in, for I felt the need for sleep to be needed, more than usual.

4Thu15I got the meal prepared and served up. Those wicked, unhealthy Frikadellens, done it the oven, and caramelised onion chutney slathered liberally on top of them (Evil-chuckle), garden peas, much-overcooked but still tasty leeks, a sliced black Natoori tomato, and four mushrooms done with balsamic vinegar, and a few mini new potatoes. With a luxurious lemon-curd yoghourt for afters, with a bottle of fresh orange juice! Bu gum, I relished that! Flavour rating of 9/10 given! But, I must resist the temptation to have Frikadellens again for a few months, cause despite the fantastic taste, they are really not healthy at all!

I got the pots washed, thought about doing the handwashing, but didn’t, and got my head down, turning the telly on. I had one programme I wanted to watch, then I could nod-off.

WD Indigo But while watching the alien documentary, I sensed a flashing light coming from the hallway? I whipped off the headphones, and could hear a squeaking, whiny noise?

2020 Jan 30WD Indigo WDa Indigo As I fought my way out of the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, and made way,  hobblingly and hanging onto the walking stick, to the hall. I still managed to give myself a sickeningly-sharp toe-stubbing against the Ottoman! I found the smoke alarm going off on the kitchen ceiling. There was a recorded message, that was the squeaking, whiny noise I heard I assumed. It repeated a few time before stopping. I caught a few words of the recording, ‘No action is needed’, I hope. So, I reckon it was an alarm test. Indeed, no smoke or fire around anyway.

I got back to the recliner, limping a little more painfully now the middle toe had had another bashing from the stubbing!

This palaver made getting to sleep again, harder. Humph!

Inchcockski – Monday 20th January 2020: Norra bad day! This worries me! Hehe!

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Monday 20th January 2020

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21:55hrs: Woke with only getting up and the urgent need for a wee-wee in mind. It was nothing short of a miracle that I there on time! I struggled free from the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner, hobbled to the wet room.

WD 0.0.255 I fumbled to find Little Inchy (it was cold this morning, so much so, I put the wall heater on in the wet room!), and spent a few minutes painfully releasing the long, drawn-out trickle! At last, it decided to stop! What’s going on here then? The entire wee-wee would have only filled a teacup if that! Yet, the sensation felt was one that things were going to burst forth like fireman’s hose. Ah, well!

Off to the kitchen, I limped, feeling out the ailments various moods as I hobbled along. Saccades-Sandra was not too bad at all. Arthur Itis, okay. Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Hernia Henry and Shaking Shaun all on holiday, I think. Haha! Peripheral Neuropathy Pete was a little threatening, with the odd twinge and signs of wanting a Neuropathic Dance now and then… I had to stop my diagsasticalisationing here. Caused by a tiny involuntary escapage of wind from the rear-end, followed by an urgent need for the Porcelain Throne!

WDP 003bWD 0.0.255 I scurried back to the wet-room! Not a smooth evacuation at all. Painfull, elongated and bloody! Willing enough, but resistant to stopping! Cor blimey, I get the feeling that it’s going to be a bit of a non-compos-mentis-like, confusing sort of Monday for me! I could be wrong, the EQ was not communicating with me yet. He could be on holiday with Arthur, Henry Roger and Shaun?

1Mon02I got everything cleaned and medicated, checked out the legs. They had undoubtedly lost a lot of colour and were getting back to their usual ‘Am-I-alive’ thought-prompting paleness. One leg, the left, seemed even whiter than the right one? The lumps, blotches, blood papules etc. had dissipated somewhat? Still, it makes for a bit of interest, doesn’t it?

WD 0.0.255 I made for the kitchen again. Arghh! I left the hot water tap running! The ‘Feel-a-right-pratt’ mode was instantaneously adopted! Yes, this could be one-of-those days! I took the medications, made a brew, and made for the computer to begin updating the Sunday post. A decent few photographicalisations to sort out and get on the diary, caused me to get it finished a lot later than average.

WhoopsieI made up a photo, to show how I must have looked after I somehow or other, got the wet dressing gown to fall on me off of the coat-hangar it was drying on! I used it in the Sunday blog, but I show it again. During which, the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grew louder, and various odd creaks, taps and clicks were heard, where from, Gawd knows? These things delayed me even further in finishing the blog.

I did get done finally. Posted some pictures to Pinterest and made a start on this post. I got up to here, and then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto the TFZer Facebook page.

1Mon04Had to have a nibble and brew. I’ll have a hunt around, see worra can find…

A smoked haddock and cheese risotto thingy, some of the leaves and mini tomatoes and one-and-a-half buttered wholemeal cobs, how I came to find one-and-a-half cobs, well?

WD 0.0.255 Off to do the ablutionisationing. A stand-up job, too early to use the shower, and I want to be ready, in case the maintenance plumber arrives. The dropsies count was opposite of yesterday’s, where Sunday had the least ever, today might have been the most ever! As far as I can recall, the flannel, shower-head and Sock-Glide were just about the only things that didn’t slip, jump or bounce from my grip! But no injuries, so nae bother. The medicationalisationing ent well, and the body-aromatising too.

I got the handwashing done. Then made the waste-bags and took them to the chute.

Made a brew, and got on the computer, to make some graphics up to use later. The plumber and mate arrived before I could start.

WD 0.0.255 I had a wobbly as I opened the door, the plumber and his mate helped me keep on my feet. (Bit of good look there!)

Kindly after I mentioned and pointed out the slow filling WC tank, and blocked sink in the wetroom, he got me sat down. He got the sink taps working without any leaks, unblocked the hand-sink, and the WC now fills up quicker! Bless them! All in about 15 minutes, too! Came to me at the computer and told me what had been done. I thanked them, and he told me to stay in my seat, they’d find there way out. Caring chap, a rarity that needs emboldening in others.

1Mon05After the farewells and they had gone, and my balance had returned, I went to have a look at the work they’d done for me.

I found this tap-part in the kitchen sink? Both taps were working well. The hot and cold water taps working with a little less pressure, which will help me not to splash myself so often. Hehe! Well, they came early and were quick at doing the repairs, and helped me out with the Shaking Shaun episode. So thank you both, much appreciated!

I got ready for the trip into town to the Poundland store. Gathered the needs, then spent ages, checking and rechecking the flat for anything left undone, not done, lights, stove, windows, taps etc. repeatedly tested! Not for unacceptable Taboo Thoughts and Mental Rituals, though. My newly discovered OCD involves anxiety disorder and domestic concerns. (I think?)

So, having satisfied myself as much as is possible, that nothing had been left that is dangerous, and I had everything needed for the bus ride, I set off. With my yonderly tendencies, and athymia at a minimum, for once. Why I even found myself humming away in the lift going down! (Still no contact from the EQ – perhaps he’s deceased?)

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I walked through the link-passage into Windwood Court, and there was Big Bill, doing a jigsaw puzzle. I had a natter, well, I spoke to him, and found a photo on the SD card of Sister Jane, supposedly putting the last piece in the giant jigsaw she was doing when I visited her last, to show him. The lack of interest was thunderous.

I said my farewells, wished him all the best, told him to take care, and went on to the bus shelter. A gang of Winwoodonians were in the Winchester Court foyer, Angela, Margaret, Doris amongst others. The ribaldry, put-downs, sarcasm and laughter flowed. Gawd, there are rare times like this that I love the place so much! And feeling rather upbeat now, I went out to the shelter, started to accept some well-intended light-hearted depreciative comments, when the City-bound bus arrived. Only one other unknown to me resident got on the bus with me, leaving a large gathering of Winwoodonian’s in the shelter, for me to wave to as the bus pulled off. The only response I saw, was a two-fingers sign, from Roy, but with a cheeky laugh with it! Hehehe!

I did well with the crosswording rechecking session en route to town. I even finished one of off, without any help! Number 83 in the book, the first one I’ve ever completed! I wanted to shout it out and brag a bit, Me! A first-time success! But there was no one the bus I knew! Hah-hah! Tsk!

1Mon05aI got off the bus at the terminus on Queen Street. Still feeling a bit high in spirits. (Yes, it worried me as well!)

The cold, low, intense, often blinding sunlight, in the dark morning promised some photographicalisationing problems for me. I took the first shot in town as I crossed over the Slab Square to Wheeler Gate and the Poundland shop. Where I had no difficulty in spending £13.75!

I amassed a selection of purchases that included, A packet of Tofiffees Naughty and stupid considering I have toothache coming on, Pillock!) Pork Farms mini pork pies, (Silly, with my weight problems!). A 75p kitchen roll. Banal fool! I must have about ten or more rolls at home! Sliced wholemeal rolls Fair enough, I needed these! Kelloggs Corn Flakes At least these will be eaten, they are a tiny size, handy for me). Dettol lavender antiseptic disinfectant. (to go with the six bottles I already have in stock!) Body spray (Huh, I must have ten or more in the flat! Idiot!) Fabric softener (Fair does, it’s cheap and smells super!) Some nibbles for the hand-out bag. A pack of six individual low-calorie pots of jelly. (Good thinking, if I can resist buying the Lemon Curd yoghourts) Finally, a BLT sarnie. (That can be had for today’s meal) So, how many things did the old codger buy that he needed, and the total of those not required? I’ll not go into that now. (Coy-abashed-Mode engaged!)

1Mon06I paid at the self-serve tills. They were busy for a Monday, and the ‘Impatient stares’, Tut-tutting and grinding teeth from those behind me in the queue could be sensed, as I fumbled a bit.

1Mon06aA lady assistant came to me in the end and whipped the last things through for me. Out and had a walk on the Slab Square. This gathering flock of pigeons. I could not see any food on the ground around them, though? The white ones could hardly be identified with the sunshine glinting 1Mon07on the settled rainwater.

I caught so trams, at the bottom of Market Street as they passed each other, one on the way out and the other inbound. I observed as I stood a moment just watching the 1Mon08Nottinghamians, that there was little smiling!

I hobbled down and up Exchange Walk, and back up to the Slab Square. There were no street artists, Big Issue sellers or any of the terrible, so-called musicians damaging any ear-holes thi1Mon09s morning. 

I walked through the Exchange Arcade through to Long Row, stopping for a moment’s reflection and take this photo of the sad shopping arcade.

Many years ago, most of these units were part of Burtons of Nottingham Food Stores. I remember them being very busy, classy and high-prices. These old photographs show how things were then. The first one, all Burton’s! The second was their famous Fish Counter, nothing you could not buy there, including octopus, shark and whale meat! The third one, (They stole my name? Hehe!) a typical window display on the Long Row side. Ryvita at 1/1d – 5p in new money. Nowadays it cost £1.25!

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1Mon09bI got distracted there again, sorry about that.

I limped back to the Old Market Square, Long Row, and took this shot of the unsmiling Nottinghamians with their pretty pink and white… trainer shoes.

1Mon09aI made my way up Queen Street, showing the long shadows of the citizenry in this snap.

Up to the L9 bus stop. I was the only person to get on until we reached the Victoria Shopping centre, where the bus filled up, Margaret, Penny and Betty were amongst them. I greeted them as they got on, but they didn’t hear me. They sat too far away for a conversation, just as well, cause the three of them nattered happily between themselves all the way back to the flats. I had a go at the crossword book again, but not much success this time.

1Mon06We were soon back at the flats, and I walked with Penny back through the link-passage to Woodthorpe Court, having a little chinwag en route.

I got in the flat and sorted out the purchases. Feeling tired already.

1Mon10Got the meal planned, then I shifted the Morrison bananas from last week, from the cool spot to a warmer one. For they were still green!

1Mon12I got some chips into the oven, the last of the Kentucky coated ones.

1Mon11Then moved some things back into the cupboard under the sink. Got the plate laid out ready for the chips. And moved the hand-washed t-shirt onto the airer.

1Mon13Then got the meal served up. The BLT Poundland sarnie and cut up a mini pork pie and added caramelised onion chutney, beetroots and some BBQ thingies on cocktail sticks.

Flavour rating: 6.5/10. I ate most of it this time.

I did the pot washing after the feasting. Then I settled to watch some TV. And didn’t fall asleep for over an hour, then bliss!

Inchcock Today (Briefly) Saturday 11th January 2020: Another Chinwagless Saturday

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INCHCOCK TODAY (Briefly)

Saturday 11th January 2020

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2250hrs: Woketh up.

Blog updated.

WD 70.0.0. Went to get the ablutions done. What farcicalness! I took the PPs off ready, and blood was all over them from the crotch area.

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I assumed it would be Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, but no! I could find no leaks anywhere, apart from a tiny bit in the delicate area at the top inside of the right leg front. That, and the continuing flow of deep red blood that followed, confused me? (Not a hard thing to do!) The batteries ran out in the toothbrush, I replaced them and still had to use the hand-brush, because the new Duracells would not work? Got three cuts while shaking and shaving, Seccades Sandra kicked off. The radio batteries ran out. As for the dropsies, well, there must be something I handled that didn’t drop or shoot out of my right hand, but I can’t think of anything at the moment! Grumph! The sock-glide, at least, didn’t cause me any injuries today. The pins looked okay, other than the ankles were swelling up a touch.

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I got the black bins sorted and ready to take to the waste chute.

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Then went down to take some treats to Winwood Court kitchen for the tenants. No one there, so I left them near the door.

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I’d forgot to take a pen to add my name to the list of people interested in going to Mo’s funeral. Back to Woodthorpe Court. By then, (08:05hrs) it was late enough for me to use waste the chute, so I did.

WD 70.0.0. Cracked my head on the lid. I may have muttered something like, ‘flipping ‘eck!’, or ‘Botherations!’

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Back down again with the pen, and added my moniker to the list. Gaynor had told me about this yesterday. Bless her cotton socks.

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Back up to the flat and did some tidying up in the supposed bedroom, but is in fact, a junk room that would put Steptoe & Son’s front office to shame!

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The intercom burst into life. I went to the hallway and admitted the lad with food. He put it inside the door for me, I thanked him, and off he shot. Looking little stressed, I thought.

6Sat08I got the fodder out of the bags and checked to see what had been substituted. To my pleasant surprise. No, amazement, there were no substituting at all!

6Sat09But, as usual, there was a problem with the delivery. Three things actually.

  1. I didn’t realise it was frozen
  2. The outer sleeve had been damaged
  3. And it was a ‘Microwave Ony’ meal.

Not having a microwave oven, put the mockers on my plan to eat the Smoked Haddock Risotto today (Binned it!) Why bin it, you ask? When I decided to try and cook it in the oven and opened the cover, there was a smell like rotten eggs when I pulled off the wrapper! Eugh!

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I updated this blog while some Truffle Fries and the last of Southern Fries were cooking and then got the meal served up. Somewhat overdid the quantity by a long shot!  and I enjoyed it so much. You can see the different chips by their colour, the greeny ones are the Truffle fries. I ate only about a half of this much-to-big meal I’d done. I don’t know what made me cook so much?

What I ate tasted okay though, Flavour-Rating 6.5/10.

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I did the washing of the pots, and I don’t know why, but my mind concentrated on the Mainline Bus that I caught coming back from HRH Sister Jane’s abode. I thought, maybe I could use it going the other way if I go again. I dug out the timetable I’d taken from the bus. When I say, dug-out, I mean ‘spent fifteen minutes finding it. Haha!

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But the print was far too small to read, so the idea drifted from my muddled brain, to be replaced with thoughts of Mo’s funeral on Monday. She would not have liked us to mope, and I hope to avoid showing any other emotion, other than the one she brought to us all:  Joy and her infectious smile.

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The indefatigable, full of vim and vigour, ball of fun, much-missed, Mo! ♥

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

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Thursday 26th September 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I managed to get the washing up done.

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

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

A most irritating feeling of ‘Feduppedness’ festered!

Tsk!

A pictorial plod around Nottingham

Friday 9th August 2019

A hobble around the Slab Square, Nottingham

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Nottingham’s Premier shoplifting quadrant

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South Parade – The pedestrian’s nightmare!

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Burst water main affected tramlines, South Parade

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Beastmarket Hill – The old and the not so new

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

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The ever-popular MiniMiami ride. Hehe!

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‘Gone fishing’ Stall. Another popular attraction?

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Long Row. A Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists paradise!

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A rare Nottingham sight, imitation Policemen!

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Upper Parliament Street. A local mugger’s spot.

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

Haveth a great day, folks!

GC Smiling

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 30th July 2019: The dysphoric moments were rarer today. Yee-Ha!

2019 July 30

2019 July 30

Tuesday 30th July 2019

Croatian: Utorak, 30 Srpnja 2019

02:30hrs. I woke, hearing the oddest submarine sonar rebounding sounds! The noise seemed to be everywhere around me? I got the hearing aids in to listen, but they had to come out sharpish, as the noise modulations seemed an exact replica; not that I’ve ever been on an unterseeboot of course, I judged this on the films I’ve seen, they almost hurt my eardrums! The pitch or intonations were annoying, not loud, though, at all.

Confused, I had to get up and investigate. Nae bothers, in my extraction of the bulbously obese stomach and thin, scrawny limbs from the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner. Or in getting my balance and standing upright. (This was lovely to experience, but worrying, it was so unnatural). No demands from the innards for a wee-wee either! I had a poddle around searching for the source of the abnormal sound, as it slowly seemed to dissipate into the ether as I hobbled from room to room. Another 72 Woodthorpe Court, Unsolved mystery!

WD 64.0.64. As luck would have it, (Yes, even I get some sometimes! Hehehe!) I was right next to the wet room door in the mini-hallway, when things began to move evacuationally, of their own accord inside… I made it, but only just, to the Porcelain Throne in time! What an absolute pleasure to free things without any hard pushing! It still hurt though, but not as much as it has been doing. Those Macrogol chrystals seem to have worked a treat! (You watch now, I’ll get diarrhoea next! Hahaha!)

2Tue04Cleaned things and me up, first time for a messy session in ages.

I got the kettle on, and the handwashing checked, still far to damp to move them.

Come think of it, it was feeling almost cold this morning. I checked the thermometer, it showed 2Tue03a healthy 25°c – 74°f, 

I did the health checks, not quite as good this morning. I think that the Blood Pressure was a little higher than it has been recently. Sys 14, Dia 130, the pulse was okay at 72. The body temperature was a lowly 33.9°c, well I thought that at first. So using the format given to me by 2Tue06Tim Price on the calculator, of course, it seems that this is 93.02°c? So, maybe I got a little confused again? Ahem!

Checked the emails, and a friend in the flats had asked me; if I was having a Morrison order coming, to get certain foods that were on offer. I emailed back, no problem. I got onto the computer and low and behold, they had none in stock! So, I’ll order some later for her. Sent an email again, explaining the situation.

Life is always messy, innit? Haha!

WD 64.0.64. I got the Computer on – and more Windows updates came in! Then, as I started working on the updating process…

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2Tue03aI got the Monday post finished in a reasonable time. The fingers, hands, arm, and leg were all being kind to me, not a lot of jerking, jumping and dancing. Only the shoulder shakes were of any real bother. A worrying few mini-dizzy-spells, though.

I checked on a different site for the week’s weather. Precipitation for today was given as 100%, with thunder. The remaining days showed as far less rain. We’ll see!

2Tue05I went to make a brew of tea, and the clouds in the sky certainly, visually, backed up the forecast on the site.

I must not forget to call in the Sherwood Health Centre on the way out and get an appointment made for my toes to be clipped, as the receptionist told me to. By golly, the nails on the hand and feet grow so quickly now, after the stroke. I wonder why?

Ah, well, time to get the ablutions done. Back later, folks.

WD 64.0.64. A All done and dusted. The teggies were done. Shave completed with only two tiny nicks. The shower was taken, only dropping the soap once, and the showerhead, once. The drying off went Whoopsiedangleplop-free! The sock-glide was battled, and no Accifauxpas involved! Bit of a Fauxpa with the eye spray, I dropped it twice. The ointment for  Haemorrhoid Harold was lost just the once… but, the darned leg did a bit a few seconds of a Tango, crossed with the Stomp, and I trod on the tube on the floor while I was retrieving it. (The usual bad-timing, Haha!) Which now needs a replacement! Ah, well!

I took the sorted black bags to the chute and returned to gather the requirements for the trip to Asda to get the rest of the shopping, that I couldn’t carry yesterday. But, with the INR Nurse not calling this week, at least I have the time go today.5Fri006

The plan was to go out about 08:24hrs, this would, or should give my time to have a hobble up trough the park, and through the twitchel, and down to and along Elmswood Gardens to the Health Centre. Then get the appointment time to the next nail-clipping session. But as per normal… Humph and Angermaking Fiddlesticks!

2Tue08I got Out, over Chestnut Way, pausing to take in the beautiful clump of trees at the bottom of the hill. Then, up the gravel footpath to the park, alright. Also, through the ginnel, stopping to take a photographicalisation of the fantastic view that greeted me at the end of the alley.

Down and right along to the end of Elmswood Drive. I admired the flowers en route to the Sherwood Health Centre.

WD 64.0.64. A most curious, but I hope curiously, an unusual event happened then. I was watching some little black and red insects, who were buzzing around some pink flowers on the garden hedge. And I actually watched closely while on the whatever-they-were, stung me on my right index-finger-end. And felt nothing! No pain whatsoever. The bite or sting-thing was swelling up and turned bright red! Only a tiny area mind, about the size of the pinhead. I haven’t felt any discomfort at all. Hence, this is the first time I’ve found a benefit of being diagnosed with the CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy and Peripheral neuralgia) The nerve damage must have failed to get the message to the brain, that I’d just been stung? There is probably a more logical answer, but I like mine better. Hahaha! I must remember to ask my mate, Lynton Cox what he thinks. He’s a bit of a genius on these things.

For a minute or so, I thought I saw it throbbing. By the time I’d got to the clinic, about five minutes, I’d forgotten all about being bitten. Hehehe!

WD 64.0.64. I got in the centre and to the receptionist, the same one who told me to call back this week. I gave her my NHS details. She rang the departed needed and spoke for a good while. I could not hear what was being said until she finished and came to the counter window. To tell me they have not made up the lists yet. “If you call again in two weeks, I can make you an appointment!” Precisely the same statement she made two weeks ago, that was why I was there! Hey-ho! I thanked her (again), and left, feeling a little less hopeful this time. I walked into Sherwood, with plenty of time to kill, before I could use the bus pass. So, being a tight-wad, I had a walk around the shops.

I called in the Co-op and bought a pack of salt & vinegar rice cakes and a packet of fresh garden peas. As I meandered around, I bumped into Welsh William a few times. He was doing the same as me, killing until he could use his free-bus-pass. Well!

2Tue12WD 64.0.64. When I got to the bus stop on the other side of the road, a naughty, ignorant git of a Pavement Cyclist came flying down the hill on the footpath. 

He was that quick, I only just caught a glimpse of him on the picture. He’d just rounded the block on the mobile, then Welsh William (with the carrier bag) and was gone! Swine!

I met some of the clan from the flats and had a word with some, then the 58 bus I needed, arrived. It got Arnold very quickly, and so I had time to get the shopping in a slightly more relaxed manner. I utilised the shopping list and didn’t get anything that was not on it! Smug-Mode-Adopted! I used the regular checkout and bought Milk, beetroot, gherkins, Cheesy curls, lollies, rice cakes and a milk roll sliced loaf.

I struggled a bit packing the trolley and bag. So much so that I thought I might miss the bus after all! But no, I got to the bus stop, and within a minute the L9 arrived.

A gloriously sunny day, no signs of the promised rain yet. Back at Winwood Heights, I got home ASAP from the bus and got the fodder put away.

Got the kettle on and oven warming to use later and podded the garden peas and got them into the saucepan. Then went on the balcony and took some photographs of Chestnut Way.

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While I had the camera in hand, I then took some pictures from different angles than usual. Of the residencies, a little more zoomed-in. I hope you like them.

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I started to do the updating of this blog next. With so many photographicalisations, it took me hours to get this far.

When I went to make a mug of tea, boy, what a change in the weather from earlier. The heavens opened up!

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I opened a window that didn’t claim any chinks of finger flesh this time. And took two shots to try and capture the falling drops of rain.

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2Tue15fAn hour later, and things had changed back again!

I was gob-smacked at this.

I wonder if it will revert again to the rain and go dark once more?

I am something of a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days).
I got the nosh going, while I did some more updating.

2Tue21Took the medications. Cooking finished.

The result, a nectarous, finger-licking, tasty plate of fodder! I believe this would be called a dogwood sandwich in New Mexico. (Thanks, Tim Price). A well-worth-it Flavour rating of 8/10. Had the Asda (Walmart) baby beetroots been a little less like ball-bearings in texture, it would have been a higher score! Tsk!

I got the handwashing done, rinsed and left hanging to dry. A bit like Theresa May, really!

2Tue22As I got myself settled to watch some TV and got the pins up on the chair. I remembered that I had forgotten to tell Dr Vindla about the legs differing sizes.

The nerve-damaged right leg, was positively thinner, and the flesh much softer, but the scars, papsules and unidentified blotches had gotten much fainter?

The eyelids grew heavier.

Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Wed 17/6/19: Criticising, moaning, irking, rankling, nitpicking, fault-finding, and complaining ruled the day. Again. Tsk!

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2019 July 17

Wednesday 17th July 2019

Norwegian: Onsdag 17 Juli 2019

02:25hrs. Woke and the mind-musing began instantly: I’ve got to store water today, to cover for the cut-offs promised for the day, (as I must also remember for supply interruptions for three other days to come, Tues 23rd off for approx nine-hours, Friday 26th, and Monday 29th July, Tsk!). Will the INR nurse call today or not? Why had I stupidly left the bamboo socks on overnight? The Morrison delivery is coming twixt 06:00>0:700hrs. So, I must get the ablutions done at 05:00hrs.

And then, as I dragged my overweight, fubsy body from second-hand, £300, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, rusty, sometimes working, uncomfortable recliner; Where had all the ailment pains gone? To add to my early confusion, there was no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne. Had I died in the night? Was I still asleep? Am I to suffer another bad day? For some unfathomable reason, I felt such sorrow when I thought of the 1962 Cup Final when Spurs luckily, jammily, flukily undeservingly beat Burnley. Had I finally gone bonkers? Will I ever wake up again? I don’t think I could face reincarnation, not after the hell of this unlucky, inauspicious, ominous, Whoopsiedangleplop-filled, saddening, ill-fated, cursed, adverse, disadvantageous, painful, challenging, forsaken, unprosperous, pathetic, pitiable, fear-driven, bedevilled, distressfull, minacious, bodeful, Accifauxpas-filled, ignominious lesser intelligent and far more eensy-weensy equipt for manhood, life.  Hehehe!

WD black WDA black Next, as I moved (unthinkingly) without the walking stick, in response to a sudden desire, partly-logically made though, to get the hand-laundry done before any water cuts arrive, I was brought back to part-sanity and reality, as I stubbed the toe on the way to the kitchen! I fear a couple of licentious ecphonetic words in response were uttered, not that I had much time for any guilt. With no stick handy, I wobbled a tad, and clouted the right knee against the door frame! An instantly watchable bruise came out within seconds! Tsk!

3Wed001I got the washing in the sink, gave my best agitational wash, and while I left it to soak for a while, I got the kettle on and grabbed the hemadynamometer, took the tablets out to take, and did the health checks. Another good set of results all around this morning Sys 146, Dia 65, Pulse 81, and temperature 34.7°c. I was well pleased with these readings. Despite the EQ telling me not to get overly confident.

WD black After taking the medications, I had a wee-wee. Using the wet room’s WC. Oh, dearie me! The DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wee, left me with a lot of cleaning up to do in the wet room! Humph!

3Wed001bWD black The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, and/or Peripheral Neuralgia affected leg, looked in a right state. The sensation of worms wriggling under the skin was getting worse. This may have caused me to have done some more nocturnal scratching, I don’t know. Keeping the socks on overnight didn’t help, I suppose. What an Alter cocker!

3Wed01bI disinfected the place, got a new pair of PPs on, and back to the kitchen. Where I got a load of water from the cold tap, and into some jugs and the two remaining usable, unburnt saucepans I own. I filled the crock-pot as well.

Got on the computer to start this post going, got as far as here, and it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. So, off to the wet room.

WD black A wee-wee first job. An unexpected variety, this time. A PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) wee-wee. There weren’t many parts of the wet room that were not affected by the spraying all over spurting sprits! Gawd heavens! Cleaning and disinfecting took me ages – a good job I got the ablutions started so early!

3Wed01eWD black The teggies were done, then the shaving, with a few minor nicks here and there. Because the hand, fingers, and shoulder started dancing about at the wrong time again. But no complaints, they’ve been fair to me up to now. Then the stand-up wash was done.

I made sure that the sink plug was left out. I left the cloths soaking and sanitising, in a jug.

3Wed01hThen, I decided to take some shots of the outside from the wickedly troublesome new balcony windows. The left-hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, window, was handled with aplomb and I began to feel a ‘Smug-Mode’ coming on.

A reasonably decent shot, I thought. (Praise-Seeking Mode-Engaged)

3Wed01i  I went to the right-hand window. But this hand metal spring opening clip, that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window inwards, would not move, or I just n longer had the strength to move it, to allow me to take a photograph of the undecided to grow or not new grass lawn below near the end car park.

WD black So I gave it one more try, caught the finger against the side of the frame, swore a lot, then I gave up even trying to open this window. Instead, I opened one of the slidings the next window along to release the end one. I leaned out as far as I dare and twisted around to the right to get this shot, of the patchwork new grass lawn.

3Wed01fWDA black I found a few decent welts where I had trapped the little finger, in my “I should have known better than to try to use it” effort to open the damned-dangerous window spring clip that needs pushing, bending and pulling at the same time to release the window! Humph! Silly-Me-Mode engaged!

I made a mug of tea and refilled the kettle, a good habit to get into, with the water going to be cut off so often over the next week or so. It’s a challenge all these two years with more to come hassle, disruption, and botherations to come. I hope the new tenants who come in enjoy it. For most of us. The memory of the workings will not be recalled favourably. For me, the carpets being ruined by the Willmott Brown subcontracting plasterer, the failed and changed appointments. The mess made and having to be cleaned up, the hot water going off. The power having been cut off for nine hours. By the none-communicative DCUK mob, and the food that had to be thrown away from the freezer and fridge, as they killed all the power to the flat. Just a few of the things that still wrangle!

With the I’m still uncertain if I will live long enough for things to get finished. But I’m so disappointed with things. The Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy,  Peripheral neuralgia, or Postherpetic neuralgia, Duodenal Ulcer, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger (Take yer pick, Hehe!). Then the Stroke making things worse. Depression can come on from nowhere, and I do hate that more than having too many ‘issues’, as the Podiatrist said when refusing to treat me! See, I just can’t win! Hahaha! Gripe-Time over, Sorry.

The Intercom chime rang out, but I only just heard it, and that is on full volume. If I had not got the hearing aids in, I wouldn’t have heard it, that’s for sure. So, the new Intercom System that lets us see who is calling also prevents us from hearing when they call! Another of the so-called improvements that don’t work for me. Being the first time I have used it, I was a bit nervous of getting it right, but it went well, and the Morrison Man was soon at the door with the biggest ever load for delivery.

WD black The bloody leg started Hokey-Cokeying while he was taking the stuff through to the kitchen for me. I must have looked a right twit! But the lad seemed to understand after I explained why I was this was leg stamping and spinning around, and the stick was flailing a bit.

3Wed01JMostly the order consisted of spring water and kitchen towels. Both hard to carry from the shops, with the room for storage so tiny in the trolleys. The weight of the water and the bulk of the towels. (Oh, I slipped into griping-Mode there again, Sorry folks.)

I thanked him for his help and patience, and off he trotted. Nice bloke.

I needed yet another wee-wee and used cautiously the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket), bearing in mind the earlier spraying wee-wees. Just as well, cause it was another of the PSAOS (Powerfull-Spraying-All-Over-Showering) evacuations, but I coped using the grey bucket, I just to take care of the thin edge of the receptacle.

3Wed01KWDA black Putting the things into the freezer, I started to re-sort a drawer to make some room in it, and clang! The damned right hand and leg started off dancing, yet once more. The draw and its contents tumbled to the floor! I had a job picking up the things, but managed without any more incidents, to get it back into the freezer. Still, it gave me a rare opportunity to clean the draw. Hehehe!

3Wed01LThe storing of the goods took a great deal of time, and I had used the stepladders to put the porridge and noodles in their correct location on top of one of the wall cabinets. It became apparent to me, how nervous I had become of the legs etc. playing up, for I would not go on the third and top step. On the second rung, I had the top of the ladders to grab if anything started dancing. But, they didn’t play-up.

I made a brew and topped up the kettle straight away in case the water might go off at any time now. I was hoping that the INR Warfarin nurse would call today. A lot of odd noises about this morning, but I cannot identify what they are, whining and pinging sort of sounds.

I spent ages starting this blog going.

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WD black Sister Jane rang me to tell me she had not had the diary yet. Then it dawned on short, plump, uneducated, socially inept, bespectacled, hearing aids wearing, Nottinghamian pensioner, what a complete and utter pillock he really is! – I’d not updated yesterday’s blog and sent it off yet! A right nebbish!

So, I set about trying to get it done ASAP. The plan was inhibited by frequent DTAO (Dribbling-Tinkling-All-Over) mode wee-wees, and the Virgin Media keeps going down and slow for a few times. Grobblebogglesworth!

WD black Then…

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Hours later, I’d got the Tuesday post finally updated and sent off. Crikey, it’s nearly afternoon already! Then I had to go on CorelDraw to make some graphics up and do the next days template.

I made a mug of tea first. The water was running from the tap, but it may have been off earlier. While making the brew, I noticed a tractor with some lawn grass on it, making its way towards the end to our end of Chestnut Way. I limped sticklessly onto the balcony and to some photographs. It looks like they are replacing all of the turfs.

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I started creating the graphics needed. A long-time later, I got the graphics done. During the time spent. I was invariably accompanied by banging and knocking noises, no drilling though, from above. Drove me barmy it did – still, its got to be done. Huh! No damned peace here anymore! 

WD black Then, fancy that and can you believe it… Humph and Tsk!

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3Wed01sWD black It got worse, moments later, the noises from above stopped, but a new sound was heard in or near the flat. I went for a look around and found two letters had been delivered. The first one… unbelievable, it was from Virgin Media – telling me they were putting the monthly bill up by £3.36! F’ing cheek! Faster Ultra-Reliable Broadband waffle etc. That bloody Fries bloke is becoming my most hated git in the land! Although he has several others in contention. Haha!

3Wed01TThe second one was from the surgery.

Telling me that I have to ring the surgery (Great when they of all people know about my hearing problems!), after 11;00hrs to arrange the CHD health check. I must have nothing to eat or drink, other than water… (Water the thing that is being turned of over four days in my block of flats), from 22:00hr  the night before the appointment. Bring a urine sample with me, which means I have to go to the surgery again before the meeting to get a vial to use. Make an early appointment (Huh! When can I get ever get an early appointment with them? Very rarely!) Oh, and I’ve to take the medications as usual.

Life is pissing me off big time lately! No rest, just problems all the time. Like this week, no INR nurse attended to take the Warfarin blood sample. So I expect a letter or phone call from them about this when they eventually realise! I think things are getting on top of me. The mess made by power-cut off by the DCUK mob. I’m stuck indoors so cannot get out to shop. I’ve had a Morrisons order this morning, but have put in another order from Iceland for stuff I had hoped to get to the shops to buy. Do I sound a little niggled? Tsk! I am!

Oh, the drilling and banging have started again.

I’m giving up. I’ll get some nosh, a wash and settle down to try and rest for a bit. Naturally, this will not be achievable, but you never know! TTFN, until the morning, if I make it through the night… as somebody sang. Hehe!

No sleep, nod even a little nod-off.

So I got the nosh sorted out. As I was preparing the meal, we had a few drops of rain, but it soon stopped. I think we need some more, the TV said we are in for thunderstorms on Friday and or Saturday.

WD black No doubt things will need me to go out on Friday, miss the INR nurse most likely, get soaked through, the trolley wheels will get filthy and make a right mess in the flat, I’ll get on the wrong bus coming home, probably get pneumonia, book an appointment with the surgery for two weeks time and snuff-it while waiting… Oh, I’m off again moaning in advance this time! Sorry. As Tim Price puts it so aptly: I’ve become a cantankerous old curmudgeon! Hahaa!

3Wed26I made a delightful looking nosh, that I was sure I’d enjoy. Smoked mackerel in sauce, chips, fresh garden peas, beetroot, great tasting tomatoes and some potato cakes. A naughty Limoncello dessert for afters. But, by the time I had made and served it up, it wasn’t so desirable. The tomatoes, garden peas and beetroot were fine. All the rest seemed unappealing, and much of it was wasted. I think a Flavour-Rating of 4.5/10 is generous. That was for the peas, tomatoes and Limoncello.

By being in a tremulous, jittery mood with life at the moment, I turned, ashamedly so now, to the comfort eating after washing the pots, and getting the hand-washed clothes on the airer, I visited the nibble cupboard! Crisps, a sucker and cheesy curls were my comforters!

I did watch some TV for a while, but concentrating was difficult, due to Colin Cramps having a cruelly vicious go at me, on and off all night! I took an extra pain-killer and used half-a-tube of pain gel. All to no avail, though.

WD black The really odd thing about this night-long visitation from Colin Cramps was that he did not bother the knees, legs or hip area at all! But gave me painfull pastings, on of all things, the toes and fingers! The toes being the surprising targets. When I got to sleep, the pain from the toes would start again and wake me up! Repeatedly.

So, it was a late, and I was not in good condition, physically or mentally. Fair enough, this begs the question; When am I ever in a reasonable condition mentally or physically nowadays? Humph!