Inchcock Today – Tue 29 Mar 16: Whoopsiedangleplop ending to the day, Tsk!

**Apart from not being able to get a free washing machine in the laundry room! Hehehe!**

01W03a — **Apart from not being able to get a free washing machine in the laundry room! Hehehe!**

Tuesday 29 March 2016

Woke up after an hours kip at around 0335hrs, mind racing.

Recalled bits of a dream, but nothing like I remembered yesterday’s dream. Odd that how I can remember only vague themes and pieces, then on the rare mornings like yesterday, I remember such a lot?

To the porcelain, but the kettle on and took the medications.

This photograph on the left, I took as I entered the kitchen. First

turning off the flash to avoid reflections.

Then could I remember how to turn it back on – huh! Still it came back to me when I realised which camera I was using. Hehe!

Both have different controls and I do get confused with them you know. Hehehe!

I must remember to tell the nurse about my new bruises today at the INR blood test session. I’ve got a new one since taking this photograph. A mystery to me these are.

Oh, and the black patch near my right ear-hole too. I’m sure that is another spot of skin cancer, it looks just like the last ones did.

And, as well as and besides that, I must remember I’ve got the dentist tomorrow for the two fillings and two canal procedures. I’m still not sure what canal procedures are, but someone did tell me ‘Painfull’ when I asked them if they knew. Oh dearie me!

I heard a loud noise coming from somewhere inside the flats I thought, went to investigate and noticed a sign informing us of another tenant passing away. Cheered me up that did. Tsk! No signs of anything untoward, no idea what the noise was?

Did a bit of Facebooking and checked the emails. Then finished Monday’s diary off and posted it.

I received a reply from my request to ‘Grammarly’ asking for how to set the default checker to Casual Style.

This feature is not available, and I will have to continue changing the style everytime I do a check.

I got an email from my mate Duncan from Birmingham.

He kindly sent me a new photograpicalisation of his Grand-Daughter Seren.

She is all wrapped up well for going out.

The sweetest looking gorgeous gal. I fell in love with her just seeing her pictures. Those eyes, are going to set a few hearts going later?

Got a quick wash and shaved ready for the Morrisons delivery of fodder.

Red sky in the morning – Shepherds Warning! It was a little dank looking, but at least, it isn’t raining for my hobble to the Surgery for the INR blood test.

Awaited the arrival of Mr Morrison. He was nearly an hour late but never mind.

Put the nosh away, and stored the Easter Eggs for the Social Hour, in the bedroom.

I rang BJ to see if he enjoyed Sunday’s outing, and ask him if he can call sometime to pick out the photographs he wants so I can get them printed off.

He said he would come later after I’d done the clinic and INR blood test.

Made a cuppa, updated this and sorted the photo’s onto a stick in readiness for when (If) BJ arrives.

Carried out my ablutions and sorted then took the rubbish bags to the chute.

Set off for the Clinic and surgery. A third of the way there and the rain pelted down and the wind blew as I hobbled up Mansfield Road.

I stopped to let a van put onto the main road, I thought I’d take a photograph from underneath the umbrella.

A bus came past and soaked me jeans and shoes, thus legs and feet as it careered through the running puddle running down the gutter. Tsk!

Onward to the surgery booked in and had a good read of my ‘damp-in-parts’, Sniper book.

The nurse fetched me in and did the blood test, had a look at the bruises and told me to book an appointment with the doctor.

Gave her the nibbles and departed for a walk into Carrington and called at the chemist and got my extra prescription for the cream.

Then to Lidl, where I bought some bits.

As I left and waited for the bus, the sky looked a bit nasty again.

Caught the bus to Sherwood and I walked through Woodthorpe Grange Park, back to the flats.

There were a good few dogs for me to watch, they were walking their owners and refusing to return the balls thrown by them. Hehe!

Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by me and weaved between the other pedestrians.

But if course it didn’t bother me!

The scumball sadistic nasty piece of imitation human slob!

At the top of the hill, I took a photo of the old trees I fell in love with last month again.

There something admirable about how they continue to fight each year against the elements and Nottingham vandals.

Down the slippery gravel and mud footpath and into the flat.

It was close to 1430hrs and BJ’s ETA. Mind you he did say about 1430hrs, with BJ you can give an allowance a day or two either way. Haha! Some mail had been delivered.So I got the purchases put away

So I got the purchases put away and tackled the mail.

Only one for me, from the Nottingham City Council – The Council Tax Bill, informing me I owed the £1180.72, it had gone up by 3.7%. Bless them. The others were for the previous tenant.

Cup of tea and got the laptop on to update this.

BJ rang 1450hrs, he’ll be here in ABOUT 15 minutes.

Hehe!

Checked the emails and did a little Facebooking.

BJ arrived at 1510hrs.

He was looking healthy and fit. I made two strong cups of tea and we had a chinwag about this and that.

He chose the photographs he wanted to have printed.

I made a list and placed it in my jacket pocket so as not to lose it, and know I’d have it on me when I could get to Asda to have them printed.

After BJ had departed, saying he might attend this week’s Social Hour with me, I set about getting the meal ready.

Having bought the Frikadellens I could not resist having some.

Cottage bread, seasoned chopped tomatoes, Frikadellens and BBQ pork sausages.

Followed by a pot of mandarins in jelly.

So tasty it was. Rated this as an 8.94/10.

I felt a bit cheered by his visit and began to perk up a little: This was when I realised I’d not attended the Clinic Appointment!

I soon lost my bit of confidence and turned back into a miserable blob of fretting and nervousness.

I must ring them in the morning to apologise… Again!

Sleep was hard to acquire, and Gawd knows what time I nodded off.

Piffledamnation!

Inchcock Today Bank Holiday Monday 2016: Worra Dream!

Bank Holiday Monday 28 March 2016

Boy, what a sensational dream filled night that was! I seemed to have slept and dreamt the whole way through for seven hours. I cannot recall getting seven hours kip in one night for years. I felt it was all one dream too, not the usual mish-mash of bits.

I got out of my broken 1959 imitation brown leather armchair, scribbled some note of memories of the dream, put the kettle on, visited the porcelain (hard work and painful visit) then took the medications with the cuppa.

Straight onto the laptop and started to get this diary started and record the fantastic yet zany dream. I made a graphic to show in support of my poorly chosen words. While creating this, I decided to make a post out of the dream memories.

The backdrop: I was being sat down at a desk in a chair in a room with no doors other than a lift door, sat across from someone I knew, who gave me an answer to a question, then I got in the lift to the next identical room up, and this process seemed to go on all night.

I set about creating the post with the aid of my notes, it took me a few hours to get it all sorted and posted off.

The weather had turned rather rainy, to say the least. I hoped it would knock some of the dirt from the outside of the kitchen window; then I might be able (If the rain stops long enough) to get them cleaned easier.

I had a bit of luck then and found the plastic strainer I lost a few days ago.

I remembered as soon as I reached up to get the Microfibre cloth and noticed it up on top of the cupboard, where I must have left it after cleaning it and leaving it there to drain over the kitchen sink.

Never thought I’d find that after many failed searches over the last week. Huh!

No buses again today, and the rain isn’t encouraging me to get out and about. And I must get a super scrub and soak in the bath today! I’m in need of it, I just rubbed my chin and nearly cut my fingers on the stubble too!C

I had hoped to get to Asda (Walmart) soon, to get some photographs printed so I could send them off to Brother Pete in Hong Kong. Don’t know about buses for tomorrow, nor if Asda will be open then, it being Bank Holiday Monday? I’ll have a search on Google, hang on a bit, please.

Ah, Asda is open, now I’ll see about the buses for Monday.

No Doctors Surgery, cause I’ve got my appointment for the INR blood test on Tuesday this week.

Shame, no L9 buses again on Monday. Tsk!

I’ll do some FaceBooking now I think. After a while, I got involved in searching for and transferring photographs to save to a folder so they would be easy to find later, for getting them printing for Duncan, BJ and the tenants at the Social hour. Very complicated searching through so many files and SHD cards. In the middle of doing this, my old mate Trevor got in touch on messenger. So glad to hear from him, but what a time for him to call. Hehe! When we were communicating the Fire Alarm went off and I had to leave it. No fire noticed, but no brigade attended either. I wondered if it was another alarm that I didn’t know about? Walked through the flats but no one in sight, and no one outside?

Back to the photo-sorting. But it took hours longer to get sorted, as I had lost where I was and had to start doing it from scratch again to avoid missing any or duplicating. Humph!

The rain stopped suddenly, and the winds got up – howling through the vents and holes in the wall.

I got the lamb shank in the saucepan and simmering away, and warmed the oven up ready for the chips to go in. Put the peas in the small saucepan to warm through later.

The fodder came out alright.

Rated this one at 9.35/10. A bit of a hiatus when cleaning up the pots like though. Dropped the dish and made a right mess! Humph!

Then did my ablutions and bath, much needed I might add. Felt better.

Smelling perfumed and clean, I settled to watch some TV. There seemed a lot of programmes on tonight that I wanted to watch, all at the same time. Kept changing my mind and the channels.

Realised that not only was I nodding off frequently and missing the plots but it was now 0230hrs!

As I turned off the TV, I could not remember the times of tomorrow’s Medicalisational things, so I put on the laptop and checked on the Google calendar and found; Morrisons delivery 0730>0830, Clinic 0930hrs and INR blood tests 1035hrs. I made sure I put the Anticoagulation Record in my pocket so as not to forget to take it with me. I must remember to tell the nurse about the new bruises near the reflux valve too.

Must have nodded off around 0300hrs.

Jumped awake at 0335hrs! Humph and Tut!

Inchcock Today – Easter Sunday 26 March 2016:

I heard that my Solicitors had gone bankrupt.

Well, I already knew they were only Morally Bankrupt!

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Easter Sunday 27 March 2016

Woke around 0520hrs, but it was really 0530hrs. No medical hiatus’s prevented me from hobbling around and resetting the clocks. In fact, I was physically in good shape, even ‘Little Inchy’ has stopped his bleeding.

It was my mental state I was worried about.

I got the kettle on to make a cup of tea and take the medications.

Then, onto the laptop and got carried away somewhat with finishing posts, doing a humorous graphic post and starting this one off.

By 1045hrs, I’d got the graphicalisation finished and sent off.

Went to put the kettle on again, and had to clear up three or four dead meat-flies on the window ledge?

Back to the laptop for a while, back to the kitchen and found another meat-fly on the ledge?

Mad Magpies were amassing in the trees, and meat-flies were appearing from where?

And not anyone animal could be seen anywhere.

Out of curiosity, I got the binoculars and scanned around; no signs of life at all?

No traffic was moving, no smoke from the chimneys and no lights to be seen?

Had the world ended? Dang dang, dang dang Hehehe!

Did some more graphicalisationing with CorelDraw 8 and CorelPaint.

I’m having problems with changing my default style on ‘Grammarly’. At the moment, I’m having to change it manually each and every time I do a paragraph – driving me potty, but I just cannot find out how to change it to Blog casual as default?

I did a graphic of Caroline, Frankie, Lynton, and Shuttlecock for a bit of fun.

I’ll post it as a caption competition on Facebook methinks.

Then I spent another two and a half hours Facebooking, Tsk!

Suddenly the day had passed so quickly, and here was me, not even had a bath and shave yet, Tsk!

Got the fodder going.

Gammon chunks, cheesy potatoes, beetroot and, a bit of batch bread followed by a low-calorie lemon dessert.

When I run out of these desserts, I’m going to stick with pots of jelly afterwards, cut back on the dairy stuff a bit. Sandra, Margaret and Janet from the TFZ Facebook site kindly advised me to, bless em all.

Not a bad meal, 7.9/10 rating.

I got carried way watching the goggle-box, and soon it was too late for me to have a bath, cause of the noise disturbing my neighbour.

So a dirty me nodded off.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sat 26 Mar: Losing it mentally now – Huh!

There is always some politician that generates hatred above all others.

Stalin, Pol Pot, Hitler and now we have Gideon Oliver Osborne.

Just thought I’d mention it. Sorry.

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26 March 2016

Actually got up at 2355hrs, totally convinced it was around 0500hrs?

I found out when I got in the bathroom and noticed my little travelling (It hasn’t travelled anywhere yet mind) clock on the toilet top. It was indicating that it was 0002hrs?

I thought the battery might have conked out, so I checked with the computer, and it was right!

I stayed up, made a cuppa and got the laptop on and finished the Nottingham City Homes Part Five funny at last. Then yesterday’s diary and spent hours making some graphics for use later.

Then I started this one off.

To the WC, the clock now telling me it was coming up to 0500hrs now.

Where did the five hours since I got up, go to? Just flew passed.

Made another nice strong cup of tea and took the medications.

Not feeling too bad this morning.

The forecasted wind and rain had not arrived yet.

Took a photographicalisation from through the kitchen window – the window that badly needs cleaning.

Guilt mode adopted here!

I’ll go out early if I can, to get the Hong Kong letter paid for and posted. The lady on the bus yesterday told me where the Post Office in Sherwood had relocated to.

I had a look on Google to see the weeks Rain and Wind forecast.

Wet and windy it is to be then.

Four days of rain. Huh!

I had to stop myself taking another pot of morning medications, I’d got them out and was opening the lid when luckily noticed the empty one near the laptop that I had already taken.

Phew, a close call that one was.

So glad I didn’t take them.

I felt sure that last night I thought of two things to do in Sherwood this morning. What was the other thing…er… get the letter sent off and… erm, er, argh gorrit! Get the stuff sorted to take to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. I’ll do it now, excuse me…

Got them sorted into a carrier bag, and added the letter to post.

Nearly 0600hrs now, I hope the rain holds off until I get me bits done.

I’ve got an awful lot of paperwork to sort through and file away too – and those windows… oh dear, I’m not doing them in the rain. When I get back from the walk to and from Sherwood, I’ll try to get the paperwork sorted at least. Mind you, having gotten up so early, I’d better not sit down for fear of nodding off! Hehe!

Had a scrub-up and readied the rubbish for the chute on the way down. Feeling a bit tired now.

Out into fresh air, the wind was not too bad and no rain yet either.

Up to the top of the hill opposite the flats and right down to Mansfield Road, out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, over the hill into Sherwood and down to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.

Not many folks about yet.

The lady in the Hospice shop always remembers people’s names, she greeted me cheerfully telling me I was out early. Gave her the bag and had a quick chinwag.

Then over the pelican crossing and down to the independent supermarket where the Post Office is now based. Joined the queue, which I didn’t expect with so few people about outside.

When my turn came, I handed the letter through the window slot, and he passed it back to me telling me to place it on the scale on my side – so I did.

It cost £1.44 and I paid the chap and left. It only had one sheet of airmail paper in it, and it was in a lightweight airmail envelope. I dreaded to think what it is going to cost me next time when I send him some photographs?

Back up the hill and down to the park, up the path and right down the steep hilly gravel track to the flats.

Still very few folks about.

When I was limping up the pedestrian path, looking at the few dogs having fun, the wind suddenly got up and blew worse as I continued om the journey.

By the time I reached the flats, I could hardly stay upright – oh dear! Still, the rain hadn’t arrived yet.

One in the flat and went to make a cuppa, took out the hearing aids and placed them safely in Auntie Kath’s pot, I could hear the winds without them in!

One of the girls on the TFZ site suggested my storing the hearing aids in Kathleen’s porcelain pot she had left me, saying it would remind me of her every time I use it. She was right. Thanks whoever it was. So sad when the memory goes innit? Humph!

Got the laptop going, and while Coreldraw 8 loaded (It takes a few minute to load), I browsed the TV paper. There is a lot on I’d like to watch, but ought to be sorting the paperwork really – mind you, when I sit down I’ll fall asleep I expect anyway.

I’d better get me din-dins cooking. After much changing of my mind, I’m making BBQ Pork sausages, with two small potato cakes, and having them with some sauce and Irish batch bread.

The rain started, the winds blew.

As for the falling asleep, that didn’t occur at all. The fretting about everything began in my mind again.

BJ rang to see if wanted to go to Papplewick Pumping Station tomorrow. For the first time, I had to thank him but decline. The reasons being I was feeling pitiably sorry for myself again, the heavy rains that were forecast and the confused state of my mind.

TV viewing even was not easy, I wanted to watch the boxing, but kept jumping over between that and Law & Order, and yet not taking either in as the mind raced worrying about everything imaginable. I’ve rarely felt like this before and would sooner the angina arthritis etc. was giving me bother as opposed to my mind. No inner peace at all. T’was gone midnight before I nodded off and the dreams seemed to start immediately – horrendous ones too.

Around 0300hrs or so, I had to attend the porcelain and found a mess to clean up thanks to Little Inchy. Had to change the night attire, more washing to do.

I think I dreamt I was unemployed again and seeking work – all frustration.

Not a good night at all.

Eventually nodded off again. Humph!

Sanity decaying? Sad innit!

Nottingham City Homes: Part Five: Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats

This article was written with the specific intention of assisting any Senior Citizen/s who may move into a Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Flat accommodation at the Woodthorpe Court flat complex.

THE UNITED CARPETS FARCE

Arranging and having the flat carpeted

Unfortunately, I chose United Carpets, (As opposed to an honest service providing Company) on the advice of my Age UK Councillor. He has since abandoned me, but thankfully Duncan and BJ did not.

Here’s what I went through, this I hope will prevent you making the same costly frustrating and anger making mistakes!

I was given so much help from Duncan, who came from Birmingham to help me with the sorting out and getting prepared for the carpeting. He even brought me a swivel chair and collapsible table and chair!

Thanks, Dunc mate.

So, I made a marathon walk (hobble) into Daybrook to visit the store. They didn’t have any plain brown carpeting in stock. The excellently skilled con-man sold me some cheap carpet and told me how much it would cost.I asked when it would be available for fitting. A sign outside said ‘Free Fitting on All Carpets,’ so that cheered me up somewhat. He had to order it, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.

I asked when it would be available for fitting. A sign outside said ‘Free Fitting on All Carpets,’ so that cheered me up somewhat. He had to order it, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.

He said it had to be ordered, they do not keep any in stock and would let me know.

Dun called that weekend and helped me sort out the flat in readiness, bless him.

Three weeks later, still nothing from the imitation carpet shop people was heard.

Contacted them and was informed I had to pay first before they order it?

I’d waited so long, I foolishly went down and paid the now threatening looking fellow. He said it would be a week or two before it arrives, and he would let me know.

Four weeks later I called at the shop once again. He said it would come the next Monday – and reminded me to that there would be £100 cash to pay the carpet fitters?

A phone call came in on Friday: They will be arriving Tuesday now, at 0730hrs.

I’d got my INR blood test at the surgery Tuesday, but it wasn’t until 1300hrs, and they told me it would not take long to lay the carpet.

The carpet men arrived at 0930hrs, three of them. But there were two of them with another calling in to see them now and then.

They looked a bit on the hard side, scars, tattoos and alcohol-smelling breath like.

Communicating with them was difficult because I didn’t fully understand what their different grunts and accents were trying to say.

As they started to lay the underfelt, I popped out to see the lady next door, very nice, lovely, refined and polite she was – and I explained to her about the noise that might emanate from the flat while the chappy-blokes are laying the carpet today.

I returned six minutes later to the apartment: UNBELIEVABLE! They were off to do another job now they have got the underlay (with United Carpets Air-step printed on it) and the door strips down! Then they told me the carpet has not been delivered to them yet from United Carpets!!!

Cowboys or what? – Yes, Cowboys!

They rang back again 1238hrs – the Carpet from ‘United Cowboys’ has just arrived. On their way back to the flat, ETA 15 minutes.

It so Farcical innit?

Really peed off now, this means they are going to rush the job and it’ll be below standard I’m sure. Are they going to get it done in time for the blood test?

Yes, they did – like lighting they were!

It only took em 25 minutes to lay the lot! Worrying that?

I cannot believe how fast they got the hall, bedroom and living room carpet laid!

They demanded their money and were off in a flash – too quick for my liking as I hadn’t the time to check on what they had done.

The bits of carpet left over were rolled up together, and shreds of nylon from the carpet were all over the place, but I think that is to be expected?

The broken wall connections to the internet box I hadn’t expected. Had to push it back in for now.

Months later I gave up complaining, they just denied doing it.

Of course, the Untied Carpet people were not interested at all.

I mentioned this to the Nottingham City Homes people, and they wanted to know why I’d drilled into the walls having the box fitted in the first place, without getting permission from them?

Coming Soon:

Nottingham City Homes: Part Six:
Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats

The Door Lock Problems

Inchcock Today – Fri 25 March: Dizzies

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Friday 25 March 2016

Sprung awake from the dream filled sleep around 0340hrs. Horrendous dreams too. No specifics remembered by the time I got around to writing this record of the Inchcock, Nottingham Lads diary, though, just bits: I was all alone and searching for someone… Writing emails on a giant computer, Desert, Iceland, in outer space, down caves, in hospitals, digging up coffins? Felt uncomfortable and uneasy when I sat there thinking of this and looking out through the window, at the dark single starred sky. I soon came out of my stargazing when I stood up, pleased with the lack of objections from Arthur Itis and trod on mineral water plastic bottle I’d used last night to take me medication with, and fell backwards into the chair again, with a thud.

A nice bruise came up at the back of both fibulas within seconds, accompanied by dull aches. Hey-ho, best get the Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way early in the day, I must say. Hehe!

For some reason, this took my mind back to many years ago when I was in the Life Boys and I recalled taking first aid lessons from a Boys Brigade leader who read everything out of a book and could not pronounce Fibula when he read it, it came out as Fibberer. Funny how things spring to mind after so many eons. Haha!

I limped to the porcelain, and struggled painfully, and at great length to perform the required functions (But no bleeding, that was good). Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications.

Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications, made a brew and took them.

Pondering in whether I should go to Asda (Walmart) and get the photographs from yesterday’s Social Hour printed off or not, I couldn’t make up my mind – another of those days? Huh!

Got the laptop on to update Thursday’s diary, and start this one off. Checked the emails. Got one from Sister Jane, I can’t go to see them today, they are off for a meal and show later. Jealous me?

Answered the emails and did a bit of Facebooking.

Then decided I would have a walk into Arnold today to get the photographs printed for the Tenants Meeting next Thursday while I could, a busy week medically speaking. Might get to batch bread, desserts and beef chips too.

Got the things ready and had a bath and scrub-up. Drying off, I spotted some bruises on the rib-cage.

I’ve no idea how they came about! Something else for me to remember for when I see Dr. Vindla next.

Scrap to the chute and out to the Community Hut – no one there and I remembered it was Good Friday, Tsk!

Had a good laugh with some residents at the bus-stop and they all got on the L8, I waited for the L9 that would take me into Arnold.

I was wondering what else I would forget today as I approached the Post Office in Arnold to get the letter weighed and paid for – Huh! Still Good Friday isn’t it? They were closed of course!

I met a fellow tenant (Frank) as I walked towards the Fulton Food Store. Had a gossip with him. He warned me of the weather forecast for the weekend – High winds and rain! OH heck!

I moved on and spent too much again, it’s because they have such good prices yer know? Got two packets on Gammon steaks for a quid each, a box of two lamb shanks and some cheap Chocolate Easter bunnies to give out as nibbles.

Moved up to Asda and went to the photograph section. Started going through the process on the copier machine, but an assistant had to come to clarify things for me. I still managed to get them with borders on and in a larger size than I wanted. Humph! Still all 14 cost only £5.60. I paid the lady, got my receipt and did some shopping – spending far too much again! Grumph!

11 pots of various desserts, two small packs of Irish Batch bread, some beef flavoured potato sticks and was soon out in the sunshine.

It was not very warm it, though, despite the glorious looking sunshine and almost free of clouds sky.

I hobbled around for a while then made my way to the catch the L9 bus back to the flats.

As I approached the shelter, I observed that the dilapidated old bench seat had lost another slat from the seating on it.

The mould growth on the wood had increased since my visit last week, and particular aroma, not unlike stale mackerel had developed?

A bit further on after I’d arrived at the bus-shelter a lady tenant came to catch the same bus.

It was the lady who was giving me the threatening dagger looks at the Social Hour yesterday as I took the photographs.

I smiled and asked if she was alright and had gotten everything she needed. It was reassuring when she told me she’s also forgotten in was a Bank Holiday and had called at her bank to find it closed. She added a warning about the coming gales and heavy rain.

Yet it looked so beautiful at that moment.

We got on the bus and she made a point of not sitting near me and offering a few of her Ena Sharples scowls en route back to Woodthorpe Court.

Scared? Me?

On the way, I took a photographicalisation of some terrace houses on the Main Road in Arnold, through the bus window.

I thought they might look quaint to the TFZers from America, Canada and Australia, so I’ll post it for them on their Facebook page later.

I think they were built for the miners originally.

Now there’s a sad thing: The last deep mine in the UK has recently closed!

Britains Last Deep Coal Mine closes

I got back to the flats and made my way to the porcelain, as I did I discerned that I had no Dizzies while I was out at all! Made a cuppa.

Put away the purchases, and got the laptop on to update this. Then checked the email situation.

Got the gammon steaks in the oven and chopped tomatoes in the saucepan. Polish country bread at the ready.

Finished off and posted Thursdays Inchcock Today off.

I had a pot of lemon dessert and a strawberry cheesecake for afters.

Got a Dr. Who DVD in and settled for a marathon viewing session.

I was asleep after the first episode, waking up during the third episode. To the toilet, back and rewound the DVD.

Woke up o episode three gain, and gave up. Got my head down.

Woke three hours later near midnight, the itching all around my ample midriff again driving me potty.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Thur 24 March: Dizzy-spells rampant, but still enjoyed the Tenants Social Hour.

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Thursday 24 March 2016

Horrible sense of not belonging when I woke up? A feeling that I wasn’t here, but watching myself, and I hated what I saw?

Perhaps this was due to a dream I’d been having, but I could not remember it at all, just a sensation that I’d had it?

I started shaking on and off, not shivering, shaking, shuddering? It stopped and was replaced with a panicking about everything again, a lack of cohesion, guilty feelings and when I tried to get up, the dizzies hit me with a dangerous attack, and I sat down for a while.

I was worried about being worried. The mind slowly returned to action, and I escaped the morass of emotions and fears, but the odd shake kept on all day. Yet most times it was only for a few seconds at a time?

I got up, WC’d, made a cup of tea and took the medications.

I got the laptop on quickly and started this diary off to record what I could remember about the emotions and sensations I’d have just one through.

Sorry to start on a low-level, but I felt more like myself again. But still fretting in over everything in my mind.

I rang BJ to see if he was coming to the Social Hour. No answer, he might still be in bed, I’d not realised people sometimes are not morning folk me.

I’ve not been able to get hold of BJ for a fortnight now. I’ve phoned him a few times and called at his house twice without any luck. I hope he’s alright. If he doesn’t arrive today, I’ll text him to see how he is.

With not being able to talk to Steve Age UK and his no longer being able to assist me after the 30th, I think I’m all alone regarding help now. The reality of this started me off fretting again. I fear this may spoil the Social hour at the Comunity Hut for me?

I called BJ again and got through, he’s not coming again today. Bit sad about that, but still, he’s got his own family and commitments.The dizzies eased off, the sudden shakes got less often. I miss seeing him. It’s so nice when Duncan or BJ comes to see me.

I ventured to the porcelain to check the ailments. I would have done the BP and temperature checks, but I can’t find the machine! I remember cleaning it and putting somewhere safer where it will not get knocked so easily. How I can remember that, but not where I put it remains another mystery of the Ageing process.

The dizzies eased off, the sudden shakes got less often. I ventured to the porcelain to check the ailments. I would have done the BP and temperature checks, but I can’t find the machine! I remember cleaning it and putting somewhere safer where it will not get knocked so easily. How I can remember that, but not where I put it remains another mystery of the Ageing process.

‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding for the first time in a few days. Surely, if my INR Warfarin level is too high as it is, the blood should be thicker, so less bleeding should result? But the Haemorrhoids were also bleeding? as

I did some Facebooking and the email checks while I had time before the ablutions had to be done so as to get myself prepared in time for the Social Hour at the Comunity Hut.

Damned dizzies gave a few scares while I was on the laptop, them again in the bath.

Victoriously, no cuts, no Whoopsiedangleplops I exited the tub, prepared my attire and got the nibbles and photographs out ready for the Social Hours and made my way down the lifts to exit the premises. In the lobby, I realised I’d not got me hearing aids in, so returned up to the flat and put them in. (You’ve got to laugh surely, the times I do this!)

Back down and out to the Community Hut.A good few folks there already, mind you, I a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.

A good few folks there already, mind you, I was a bit late at having to go back for me hearing aid I suppose.

I went to hand out the photographs I took last week and had printed at Asda (Walmart; I didn’t hand the ones out that Asda had cut the heads off of!) And realised I’d left them in the flat Tsk!

Back to the apartment and collected them from near the door where I’d left then in the mistaken idea I would gather them departing the flat the first time I left it.

Back to the Community Hut and handed them out.

Most of them seemed to have appreciated this gesture.

The meeting went so quickly by, it was soon time for me to kicked out.

Toni, the girl from Winchester Court, who had lost her purse at the Nottingham Arena last week, was still in good form, though. A very sharp Senior Citizen lady.

Bless her cotton socks.

I made my way back to the flats and noticed a washing machine was free in the Laundry Room, so I nipped up and got the laundry ready.

Down with it to the room, and noticed Lily was in the foyer, and she asked if I had any nibbles for her.

I got the washing in the machine and going, and told Lily I’d be back shortly with some nibbles for her; she wanted to know how long I’d take. I told her four minutes. She smiled and said she was waiting for her carer to arrive.

She struggles most of the time Communicating with others and this makes some of the them try to avoid her. It’s not her fault.

I got down again with some nibbles for her and my crossword book and waited for the dryer to complete its hour-long cycle. I did my best to intrigue Lily in the crossword. She did show a bit of interest today.

Her carer arrived, and they went up to her flat.

Eventually, I emptied the dryer, cleaned the filter and had a wipe around.

Packed the clobber in the bag and returned back up to the apartment.

I then returned done to the Laundry Room and collected my crossword book.

Done an awful lot of lift-riding today am I not? Hehe!

I got in the flat and then noticed a letter stuck in the box. It was another Anticoagulation Record Notification.

Put the clothes away and got the laptop on to save the details to the diary.

Found I’d got a new email from the doctors surgery telling me the same information, and telling me to contact the surgery to book my next appointment. They Hospital listed Tuesday 29th as the date for my appointment, so I emailed the surgery and asked for an appointment on Monday 28th, feeling sure they would not mind me being a day early. The level had dropped to 4.6 now, still 1.3 higher than the target, but going the right way.

Got an email back telling me Monday 28th was a Bank Holiday! (I did feel a fool again! Tsk) So I emailed the back asking for one for Tuesday late in the day, as I had an appointment at the clinic Tuesday 0800hrs, and that is why I asked for one in error for Monday. Ain’t life complicated sometimes? They sent one back confirming my appointment for Tuesday 19th at 12.35hrs.

I placed an order online from Morrisons for delivery Tuesday twixt 0730 > 0830hrs. Got some treats for the tenants meeting next Thursday. That reminds me, I must get to Asda and get today’s Social hour photographicalisations printed, might be going to see Sister Jane tomorrow, still waiting for an answer to my email request to go and see them, I’ll check me emails see if she’s answered yet, hang on.

No reply yet. If I do go to see her that takes out Friday to go to Asda, Saturday I might have another walk into Arnold to the store, can call in the park and see the ducks perhaps. It depends on if the dizzies stop or not. Mondays out because of the Easter holiday and Tuesday is booked with the Morrisons, the clinic, and the INR Warfarin Blood Tests? Wednesday I don’t expect to be in any condition for travelling; It’s the dentist for me. Two fillings and two root canal jobs. (Whatever that is?)

Got a pot of Lamb Hotpot opened and ready for cooking in the oven, lamb gravy seasoning in the pot ready to add boiling water to it, and the Country batch bread out of the freezer to thaw ready. Got the minced lamb hotpot in the oven and pressed on with updating this waffle.

No dizzies for a few hours now. That’s good.

The fodder was as good as it gets.

Added some salted potato chips to the dinner.

Rated it as 9.45/10.

The bread that had with it soak up the extra gravy came out of the freezer, but it had kept well and tasted good.

Watched many hours of DVD and TV while waiting for the brain to let me sleep. The fretting returned, but the dizzies kept away.

Inchcock Today – Wed 23 March: Not very well, dizzy-spells rampant – Huh!

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Wednesday 23 March 2016

Feeling terrible this morning, dizzies, due to the thin blood I think, no life, zest or interest much. Worried about the house sale not going on and feeling sorry for myself I’m afraid to say. The faffing about having to have daily INR blood tests don’t help.

Got up around 0400hrs, first dizzy of the day when I rose up, hauling the ever increasing body mass with me to the porcelain.

All I did the was make a cuppa, take the medications and onto the laptop doing posts and Facebooking.

Les Johnson contacted me to send me a copy of his latest book – Erskine Quint – Tentacles of Evil. His timeless Insanity book was the most entertaining one I’ve ever read – Mad it is! Hehe!

Erskine Quint – The Book – The Film – The Trilology

I was on the laptop for hours! It’s nearly 0900hrs now I’ve got around to sorting this diary put.

I must get myself ready for the two buses trip to the QMC for me INR blood tests now. Had a good soak in the bath, shaved (only the one cut today), teggies bled a bit, though, No blood from Little Inchy (Hurrah!) but two dizzies when in the bath, Tsk!

I’ll be back later, just hope I’m up to telling you about the trip, and not too drained.

Must get my ablutions done now. See you when I get back, hopefully. I hope I remember to get some paper and envelope so I can reply to Pete’s letter from Hong Kong that arrived yesterday.

I’m back – sooner than expected too – and after a hiatus or two, and period of sheer panic as well!

I’d left the flat, taking the rubbish bags to the chute as normal, went down to the bus stop where I asked the only person there, a chap if he could tell me the time, please. He grunted, sneered and shouted “20 past ten” and spat on the floor? The first enemy I’ve made since being here in the flats. I foolishly tried to let him know of my displeasure at his attitude, by replying in as loud a voice as I could manage “Well thank you kindly, really sorry to bother you, git!” He just ignored me.

Onto the bus and into the City Centre. Stepped off the bus and into the Post Office, where I made inquiries about sending letters to America with the lady at the customer services counter. Apparently we no longer need Air-MAil envelopes, plain ones will do. Take the readied letter to the Post Office and they will weigh it and charge you whatever it comes to. I thanked her and set off to the bus stop for the QMC buses.

I was soon at the Queens Medical Centre.

Straight to the Haematology, took a waiting ticket and waited.

Read a few chapters of me Sniper book.

Number 178 came up on the screen and I was in and being greeted my the young lady on station three. Then the fun began.

I had to explain to her, why I didn’t have a dated appointment card: I told her about having it (the INR blood test) on Monday, and they (The Anticoagulation Team), had phone me Monday night to tell me the level was far too high and not to take any Monday night – and I had told them, I’d just taken the Warfarin with the other medications. They changed the dosage and told me I ‘Must’ make an appointment with me doctors nurse for another test on Thursday, so I do not have an appointment card.

Tuesday morning, a Nottingham City Homes Coordinator rang the surgery for me, who informed us that they have no free appointments for Thursday at all. So, I had to come here instead to get it done.

The nice lady nurse told me to sit in the corner on a chair and wait while she rang them, which she did.

Fifteen minutes later she came back to me and told me to wait until they rang back, which I did. Read a few more chapters of the Sniper book while doing so.

They rang back the nice lady nurse answered them, then came to again and asked me if I knew it was Wednesday today and not Thursday?

“Ah”, I said, “Is it indeed?” Putting on suitably ashamed and embarrassed expression on my face, I asked the pretty young nurse “Would it be possible to take it today please?”

The nice girl nurse returned to the phone and spoke with the Obergruppenfurher from the Anticoagulation clinic again, before returning to me and telling me I had caused problems for them, but yes, she’ll take it now.

“I knew what day it was really, but I didn’t want to miss tomorrow’s Windwood Hut Tenants social Hour, I felt so guilty – Tsk, hehe!”

She took the blood and I was soon off out to catch a bus back into Nottingham City Centre.

I checked the time when I arrived, dropping off at theVictoria Centre shopping mall. I had about 45 minutes before the next L9 bus was due. So I walked into the mall and got some Wholemeal Irish soda bread and a TV paper for next week from Tesco.

Some folks at downstairs on seating caught my eye, as everyone seemed to have a mobile phone on the go?

I called in Smiths and got some writing pads and envelopes.

As I passed the jewellery store, I noticed they had now got a window at he bottom, dedicated to used items.

These wristbands I thought the TFZ gals might like, so I took a photo of them.

Getting back up I had another dizzy, it lasted a good while this one and when I was ready to hobble on, realised I had to get a move on or I might miss the last L9 bus.

I walked as fast I could, well, hobbled and limped more like. Hehe! As I walked through the walk over above Upper Parliament Street, I took a quick photo of the traffic and shoplifters below… oh sorry, I meant pedestrians below.

Haha! I am a fool!

I limped down and onto the street, along the pavement on the left of this photograph above to end, and down into Queen Street and waited for the L9 bus, timed it well. The auto-sign read it was due in 4 minuted.

It arrived 10 minutes later and I alighted, and as the only passenger on it. At the next stop, a lady who I met at the Windwood Hut Social Hours got on and sat next to me, well in front of me anyway.

We had a jolly good natter en route to the flats. This lady lives in the other block of flats, Winchester Court. She had lost her purse last week she was telling me. Lovely lady, when I got off at the stop before her, she said she’d see me tomorrow at the social hour. Her daughter was helping her sort things out. Cheered my up a bit with chin-wag did!

Up to the flat, did some WordPress sorting.

Made a cup of tea and got the lamb in the oven and tomatoes in the pan. Took the medications.

To the porcelain, another dizzy. Humph!

I ate lambs leg chop and tomatoes, soaking up the juices with the wholemeal Irish Soda Bread.

Rated this one as 5.2/10!

The chop was very tough for some reason, I’d over-salted the tomatoes, but the soda bread and dessert were okayish.

Got the pots washed, and as I settled to watch, feeling a little despondent, another dizzy arrived! Only a short one, though. I’d thought that the dizzies affected me more when the INR level was low, not like it is now the highest ever? I felt a bit discombobulated now and started to fret over everything as the mind raced away on its own. I watched much TV, but it wasn’t sinking in what I was looking at.

Hours and hours spent waiting to nod off. Huh!

At least, I’ve wangled getting myself free for the highlight of the week in the morning, the Winwood Hut Social Hour.

Started shaking all over for no apparent reason, it wasn’t cold at all?

Nottingham City Homes: Part Four: Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats

The author is a male widower, with a bald head, walking stick, is overweight, 5’2″ tall, bespectacled, hearing aid wearing, boils, piles, is an arthritis sufferer, had a heart valve replacement, skin cancer, has angina pectoris, aortic aneurysm, folic acid deficiency, bladder cancer, duodenal ulcer, a sticking reflux valve, has cramps, a bleeding lesion on his miniature Inchy, taking 24 medications a day, is suffering, with partial massive memory losses, falls asleep on buses and misses his stops, has water retention in the legs, suffers perpetually between diarrhoea and constipation, has nightmares, there are no relatives to help him in his daily tasks or Whoopsiedangleplops, had no education and is very nearly a virgin, but he doesn’t like to complain like.

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The kitchen draughts Repairs

The direction that you will find the draughts coming in through the wall, via the cupboards and drawers.

This graphicalisation does not show where the wind comes in through the window frames edges. Just take is read, that the rust holes and rotted sealing rubbers allow the intrusion of wind at all times.

Be aware that you are on the twelfth floor, so expect high winds to be a ‘No kitchen today’ ritual for you; unless you are willing to catch pneumonia, or you can afford Eskimo clothing.

You will enjoy planning your layout and trying to get everything to fit into your four paces by 2½ paces spacious kitchen.

Although, there will be no room for luxury extras, like a microwave cooker, food mixer, coffee machine, waste bins or washing machine.

After many Whoopsiedangleplops and failed calls for assistance, you should get it looking something like this on the left.

Now with a model of the cheapest of Curry’s crap cookers and the same for the fridge

Then you’ll need two days to recover from your exertions, and write a letter begging for an overdraft from you bank manager.

You will put down a dustsheet and bring in the corner display you bought in 1968, and proudly attempt to refurbish and polish it up to use in the living room. During this five-day effort, you will get tired and a bit fed-up with having to walk around it as it dries in the middle of the floor after several disappointing attempts at getting the blotches covered and polish it. it

Finally, you get it as good as it is ever going to be (Crap), and put the sprays and polishes away in the bathroom out of the way so you can clean the insides of the cupboards and drawers without the stand getting in your way.

Late in the day, and you are getting weary. So decide to have a nice bath.

Drying off after the tub is when you use the ‘Lord Sheraton’ caretaker furniture polish, in mistake for your deodorant spray.

I advise you to jump back into the bath ASAP like what I did.

You might purchase some plastic four-drawer storage cabinets, these can fit near the door to the airing cupboard that does not work at all and the assembly can be used for storing your cleaning paraphernalia.

You will spend the rest of your limited lifespan, regretting getting the drawers, as each time you pass and catch against them they wobble and the things inside get jumbled up.

The airing cupboard has bars across that you thought was a good idea after you have filled the thing up with soap powders and capsules, brushed, mops, buckets, cleaning potions, clothes, scourers, tea towels, oven gloves, etc.; You find that the bars move. As they do, all the stuff falls, they burst the door open and knock over your two four drawer Wilko storage cabinets, that then tips over spilling all your medications, tools, sewing kit, oven dishes, plastic containers and all over the kitchen floor, leaving you with a fine mess to sort out!

The bottle of antacid that broke on the way down mixes with contents of the medication pots that spilt out and joined forced with the oven cleaner, leaving you with a new designer stained kitchen floor.

Initially, at times, you may think the flat has some poltergeist or is haunted, possibly the block of flats are leaning over a bit too? This is only the wind blowing in through the two holes in the outer wall, and forcing the drawers and doors to open of their own accord. You’ll notice this is only when the winds are high, and comes through the two gigantic holes in the wall. The one in the top picture that blows through into the cupboards and drawers, and the same size one at the bottom of the wall underneath the top one.

This problem, you take to the Flat Complex Coordinator, who passes on the problem after coming to have a look, and telling you that others have it far worse than you do.

A fortnight later you get a letter from the Nottingham Home Repair Team, advising you that they will be calling in three weeks time to investigate. Of course on the day they are coming, you collapse and have to go into hospital, so miss them naturally. Two days later you return, to find a letter through the door telling you that you will be fined for non-compliance, and giving you a new date for the appointment in four weeks time.

The gentleman arrives at 1315hr on the day. Have a look around the kitchen and ‘felt’ the draughts coming in. He tells you that he can do nothing, but he will arrange a bricklayer to come and plug up the holes. A week later you get an appointment for the bricklayer to call in three weeks. Which he does; takes a look and informs you he can do nothing. You need a carpenter! He says he’ll make an appointment. Two weeks later you get a letter making an appointment for the carpenter to arrive four weeks later. Then get another letter two days later telling you he will come in two weeks?

The man comes, nice sort of bloke, he sets to assessing the situation.

Then starts to demolish the drawers and shelves to gain access to the bottom hole.

I could tell he was an experienced carpenter and workman by the way he whistled ‘Delilah’ out of tune as he grafted away.

Soon the dust and wood shavings had left lovely patterns on everything in the kitchen.

I inquired, on seeing the one spray can of filler he had brought along with him, if that would be sufficient for the two holes?

He replied; “Two holes? Have you another then?”

Well well, I thought.

He assured me that this can would be enough to fill the two holes.

I pointed out that the other hole was behind the top cupboard and only partly accessible.

No problem, with this he whipped off the partial vent above and had a look. “Yes, I can manage that easily.”

So didn’t do anything about it the top hole. He got the cupboard back together with an hour.

No fleas on this fella!

I thanked him and off he went, whistling away.

I returned to the dust covered kitchen.

The draughts were exactly like they were before!

And, a multitude of flies had appeared all around the window frame too?

I hope this Tale of Woe offers hope to any Single Senior Citizens who might find themselves in Nottingham City Homes Independent Living establishment high-Rise flats, especially through no fault of their own.

Part Five: Repairs Guide for New Senior Citizens in Indepedendant Living flats

“The ‘United Carpets’ Farce!”

Please: Never risk your sanity by using these nasty con-men & imitation carpeters!

Inchcock Today – Mon 21 Mar 16: Itching chest pains irresistible, but, only one Whoopsiedangleplop today!

Monday 21st March 2016

I had been waking on and off all night, the itching around the torso really giving me grief. It felt like I was burning. 0400hrs, I hobbled to the bathroom and lathered the last of my Cetroben cream around the chest and ribs.

Made a note to ask for more cream on my INR blood test session with the nurse at the surgery at 1300hrs. I wondered if the bath salts had started this off, but then realised I’d been using the same one for ages now without any bother?

Made a cuppa and took the medications.

Finished off Sundays diary, and started this one, then worked on Part Four of the Nottingham City Homes Repair series.

Five hours later, I had to stop (Still not completed) so as to have a bath shave and do my ablutions, so as not to be late for the surgery appointment.

Set out and called at the Community Hut and had a natter with Obergruppenfurheress Julie, gave her some nibbles.

Then set off down the hill into Sherwood, and up the gradual incline, over the top and down into Carrington.

The knees were doing well at this point.

On to, and into the surgery, remembering to put in written request for the extra prescriptions.

Took a seat and started to peruse my book. I was soon called in, to see the nurse, and we had a good gossip. I gave her the nibbles. She thought the marks on my chest and ribs might be the start of Shingles and told me if it was still there in the morning, to come back and see the doctor, with or without an appointment?

I left and walked over and down the road to the chemist, collected my haversack full (Well, carrier bag, hehe!) of medications and caught a bus into Arnold.

Dropped off right outside Asda and plodded in. Went to the photography place and got lost trying to get the film-developing machine to work. The lady kindly came to me, tutted, then did the operation for me, so fast I couldn’t keep up with her, so I’ll be no better off next time. Huh! Anyway, they would be ready in half an hour, she gave me receipt to collect them after doing y shopping.

Did a bit of shopping while there, despite my having got an order from Asda being delivered tonight at the flat. There are several things that the home delivery service do not stock that I wanted – like cream cakes and orange and lemon desserts. (Guilty feeling coming on here…)

Got some other bits and went to collect the photographs. I must say these Asda photographic girls are good at developing… they cut off my head on one photo!

I left walking to the L9 bus stop to find one was due in only six minutes. Nice that as I was getting a bit tired.

On the route to the flats, the bus has to go through a housing estate with narrow roads and parked cars.

We came across pavement works, and as I was near the front of the bus, I took a photo of them.

I thought “Hello, he’ll never get through this lot!”

He did, though. He took a right and left turned a couple of times on the main road, getting us back on the bus route.

Clever stuff that I thought.

We were soon at the flats, and as I was getting off, I told him I was impressed with his little detour. He said; “I was lucky, I’d no idea where I was going!” Hehe!

Into the flat, and a bit concerned that I didn’t require the porcelain? Then found a letter on the mat.

It was from my half-brother Pete in Hong Kong! The first reply to mine for over ten years. Now I must get some airmail stuff and reply to him.

I put the fodder away.

I suppose you noticed the unhealthy but, oh so tasty desserts and potato sticks? Just asking like.

Then date arranged the medications with those left in the drawer and got the pots ready for dispensing the monthly requirements.

I seem to be low on Warfarin for some reason, enough for the month, but only if they do not have to increase the dosage when they get the results of today’s INR blood level tests.

Hey-ho, I might have to go back anyway if the rash and spots flare up again.

As I finished getting the pots ready to receive the various pills, I spotted a woman outside with three small dogs and just had to use binoculars to have a close-up them – never have I seen happier wagging tailed dogs running about chasing each other. And one of them was a lot smaller than the other two, but almost kept up with them. Not earth shattering news I know, but it cheered me up just watching them play.

Finally, I got the pots all finished, the dropped the flipping drawer as I was about to shove it back into the holding stand.

A bit of luck here for a change, only one pot lost its lid! Amazing!

On my second attempt, they went in without any hiatus.

Then I did need the porcelain, boy did I need the porcelain. And it kept up, little and often for the rest of the night!

I pondered on what to have for a late meal, then remembered I’d got something coming from Asda – Lamb leg chops if I remember right? So I left the preparing of the food until even later after the delivery is completed.

Did a bit of Facebooking and WordPressing.

The BBQ sausages arrived – had some with baked beans with IRsih Batch bread for dinner!

Fresh Cream French Horn for afters.

A cuppa and took the medications.

Settled down to watch another episode of Dr Who on the DVD.

A phone call came in from the Anticoagulation Haematology Department of the Queens Medical Centre about the INR Warfarin level test result – it had one to 5.2 now? – I must not take any Warfarin tonight, half a one tomorrow and one and a half Wed; then told me I had to contact the surgery and make an appointment for another INR test for Thursday.

Really bad news that was; Thursday, My Social Hour meeting in the Community Hut day!

I told her I’d already taken tonight’s two and a half tablets, and she said not to take the half tomorrow night. Bit confused now.

Oh dear. I’ll try to get to see Deana or Obergruppenfureress Julie in the morning and ask them to ring the surgery for me to make the appointment, and hope they can fit me in dead early, or after 1100hrs when the meeting finishes. This is really going to put me on a downer if I have to miss the highlight of the week for me.

I managed to fall asleep with relative ease, waking up just a few times, but the itching was far easier than last night.

TTFN folks.