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Wed 2 Mar 16 Inchcock Today: New word created for ‘Oh botherations!’

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Wednesday 2nd March 2016

Up at 0200hrs, in need of the using the facilitations of the bathroom porcelain.

Started to move the lumbering ever growing body mass from its resting place in the 1959 damaged imitation leather armchair bought from the Sue Ryder Charity Shop and a pang of pain from the lower back area made me think again about moving. Oh dear, I thought. I lay a while, trying to get myself into an easier position to attempt to rise from, and tried again; No pain, no twinges at all from the back this time? Odd that.

Tended to the needs in the bathroom, no bleeding from anywhere at all (Mind you I haven’t shaved yet, hehe!). The Angina being the only ailment giving me any bother at the moment.

As I was on the throne, I remembered dreaming about being climbing on roofs again, and frustrated at not getting where I wanted to go?

I made a cuppa and took the medications, far earlier than I should have, I just didn’t realise at the time I’d got up so early. Tsk!

Laptop on then finished the Tuesday Diary off; I started this one up to here. Did some Facebooking, well I did a bit, but got carried away with an idea for a graphic for the TFZ gals and gals.

Did some Facebooking, well I did a bit.

But I got carried away somewhat with an idea that came to mind for a graphic for the TFZ gals and gals. Got in finished, though, after three hours at it.

I just hope they all like it and get a smile firmly implanted on their lips, and it cheers them up?

Another Facebooking bash.

Then ran the bath and carried out my ablutions and daily medicalisationing duties. Hehe!

Had to hurry a bit to get down in time to catch the bus, due, to my overdoing the soaking in the luxurious Radox and Dettol antiseptic disinfectant Lavender bath!

I arrived at the bus stop only just in time, and the bus arrived came within seconds of me getting to shelter and greeting a very lovely lady there, who lives on the fifth floor.

I felt movement in areas I’d forgotten I had! 

Dang dang dang dang!  Hehehe!

We had a good natter on the way to town on the bus.

We parted (So sad) at the Post Office near the bus terminus, and I walked into town, to catch the tram to Bulwell. Where I was determined to get some photographs of the ducks that would be good enough to send to the Animal and Floral site on Facebook. On the way on the tram, I planned to try and get some shots from the footbridge over the canal.

I search my coat pocket to get the camera ready – Shushbuggeritski! I’d forgotten to take the camera with me! Gawd blimey I was so angry with myself!

Alighted the tram and hobbled into Bulwell Market.

Naturally, en route, as I crossed over the footbridge and stopped to feed the ducks – there were dozens there, five different types of ducks, and pigeons with them on the bank, standard colour, ten-bob note ones and white ones too; And me with no camera! Shushbuggeritski!

Do you like my latest made-up naughty word?

Incidentally, for anyone not understanding what an actual Ten-bob note pigeon is, here is a photo wot I done up to explain, especially for my massive and multitudinous flock of US followers. So I’ll explain for them both. The old Pound note resembled the colouring of the normal pigeons, and as you see, the Ten Shilling (A shilling was known locally as a bob) note looked like the much rarer red/brown birds. I do waffle sometimes don’t I, sorry about that, old age and senility yer know?

Had a walk around and got some short-dated bargains. I got the last four packets of KP Honey coated cashew nuts, up to £3 each in the supermarkets, I know, I’d just ordered some to be delivered! Two packets for a quid! And two packets for the same of Chocolate mini-eggs. I anticipate my toothache may be about to start again. Hehe! Oh, and got a three pack of the Blitz towels for £2.99.

That reminds me, next Wednesday, I’ve got the dentists check-up. The fillings they did last time are going black already? Humph!

I caught the tram back to the City Centre and checked on the buses, the L9’s which take me all the way to the flats was missing cause they had stopped and gone for a break. So I caught a 40 bus. That dropped me off a ten-minute walk (Hobble) away from the flats. Mind you, it drops off on a sharp bend on the hill on Winchester Street, where you have to take a risk, getting across the road cause the traffic can’t see you until they are coming around the bend. But I made it safely.

Back to the flat, the sky was looking threatening again and put my things away. WC visit, kettle on and cuppa made.

Then onto the laptop and got this updated, and some grahicalisationing finished.

Did some more Facebooking, and then got the nosh ready.

An excellent effort (Tastewise) although I say so myself.

Carrots, garden peas, onions, Minced lamb, made some gravy, mashed and potato cakes and some bread thins with just a smidgen of Vegemite on them.

Followed by two of the short date raspberry and vanilla desserts. Rated this one: 9.2/10

Tried to read my book, but got vision focusing problems, too much time on the laptop perhaps?

I got the things to take to the Community Shed tomorrow morning with me, to share out with the other tenants. It is mostly the older residents that attend, but I loved listening to them while having a gossip on my first visit.

Must put new batteries in the hearing aids before I go for this, my second visit.

Then I had a look at the TV scheduling and selected three good programmes to watch, starting with Top Gear. That I got through without nodding off alright. While the advertisements or commercial break was on, off, I went. Waking up about three hours later, all the other programmes I wanted to watch were long gone.

To the porcelain, sitting there I was a bit concerned about the amount of blood from the back passage.

Woke up later, and returned to my 1959 imitation brown leather dilapidated armchair and nodded off easily.

TTFN all.

Tues 1st Mar 16 Inchcock Today: White Rabbits, White Rabbits, White Rabbits…

Tuesday 1st March 2016

Woke for the umpteenth and final time around 0330hrs.

I assessed yesterday’s Whoopsiedangplop inflicted lump on the head and lower back pains. The head was fine, just a little sore. The back was intermittently offering me stabbing pains on and off, a bit like an electric shock? No pain in between the stabbing session though? Confusing this is.

Breakfast. Good Morning all.

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and have breakfast.

The light in the kitchen seemed terribly strong this morning. The knock on the head might be the cause?

To the WC, Little Inchy was fine this morning, no need for cleaning and not bleeding at all. Great start! Hang on, I had one of these yesterday didn’t I, a good start, then the Whoopsiedangleplop? Oh dear!

The haemorrhoids were not nice at all, not much bleeding, but plenty of pain. Perhaps when I went over backwards to visit the concrete floor eleven hours ago, it irritated them when I landed on my bum?

Got the laptop on and took the medications, finished Monday’s diary and got it posted.

Around a quarter to six, I caught up with my Facebooking.

Oh, dearie me… rain!

Did some graphics for birthdays, then thought I’d make one more cup of brew, and get ready for going out.

I took one glance out the window and decided to leave it until later.

Boy oh boy, was the rain beating its way down!

Got a bathing session and I cleaned everything, teggies, shaved etc.

Got dressed, and as I went out, I took the rubbish to the chute; taking care there was no wet to slip on.

Set off and walked up through the park onto Mansfield Road and into Sherwood. I saw the lady with the lovely greyhound and gave her some fuss, the greyhound that was of course.

Caught the bus into Arnold and visited many shops in the cold sunshine. The clouds became rather threatening. But no rain came.

I soon had a full bag of shopping; Lamb shanks, Irish Batch bread, BBQ sauce, tins of veg and soup, desserts, nibbles and TV paper.

Struggled to the bus stop and caught one back into Sherwood.

At the bus stop, the now famous ‘Have a rest’ bench was in a right state. It had lost another plank. Hehe!

I was waiting for the L9, then realised they do not run this late. So, I caught another bus and managed without any effort at all, to fall asleep and missed the Sherwood stop I was supposed to get off at. Humph!

I woke up as we were passing it, and got off at the bottom of Sherwood and walked back up to Winchester Street Hill. I hoped there would be an L9 or number 40 bus due, that I could go the two stops up the hill to, and walk to the flats and avoid the battle to walk up the hill.

The 40 was due in 18 minutes. The L9 after dinner bus in 46 minutes.

So I started the battle to walk up the hill carrying my shopping, and timed myself to see how long I took to walk up the hill and left to the flats. I found it hard to believe I had taken 18 minutes when I arrived at Chestnut Walk. Getting old yer know, just thought I’d mention it.

All through the shopping trip, the back only gave two episodes of the electric-shock-like pains. One in Asda, and one going up the Hill. So, I think it’s getting better now.

Got in the flat, well weary and needing the porcelain throne.R

Felt far too tired to bother making the lamb shank for nosh, so I got the last three lamb steak, burger whatever you call them from the freezer. I had put them in a bag to save space, that now meant, of course, no cooking instructions or timing, so I went on the web to make sure. 25-30 minuted in the oven. So in they went in a well-foiled oven tray because I could remember how the fat flowed out last time. When they were near ready, I kept soaking up the fat with kitchen towels.Got the carrots green beans and garden peas in the saucepan together after the beans had been cooked on their own for five minutes.

Put the small olive-oiled potatoes on the top shelf to roast.  Got the carrots green beans and garden peas in the saucepan together after the beans had been cooked on their own for five minutes. It came out alright, I was glad I’d soaked up the fat as it cooked. Added some beetroots, not home made this time; but pickled. Rated this at 9.1/10.

Got the pots washed then flaked out in front of the TV, I was soon in the land of nod, I must have been tired even for me to nod off so early?

Rare afflictions and diseases (Updated) to be weary of

Disease: Philargyristalisation (Coveted money loving, greedy git)

Symptoms: When sufferers find their parents, MP Uncles and Aunts leave them a fortune in stocks and shares, overseas investment, property, and a Bank, that they will never have to be employed or work in their lives. They will end up lying, conning and cheating along with their fellow Etonians at running the country, and lining their own pockets even more. The Chances are those most affected, will end up becoming the First Secretary of State and Chancellor of the Exchequer for the UK. Not only this but they will be able to appear in front of thousand of voters at a sports occasion and get booed at for over five minutes and they can just stand there, smiling benignly, totally unconcerned.

Most at Risk: Those in Parliament, and Lawyers offices, although likely to be found anywhere. Those who are Christened George Gideon Arthur Osborne are most at risk of Philargyristalisation.

Area’s most affected: Affluent areas with a low crime history thanks to the Chief Constables, Judges, MPs and Banking magnates also living in the area.

Named Disease: Deipnophobia – Fear of dinner parties

Symptoms: Panic attacks, Gluttonisation, Fear of embarrassment, Getting the correct Cutlery usage mixed up with eating with your hands. Passing wind at the dinner table.

Most at Risk: Lottery winners, those marrying into Royalty, and those on Benefits for life.

Named Disease: HAJ (Had-a-job) Syndrome

Symptoms: Being made redundant through no fault of your own, suicidal feelings, lack of food, and the disappearance of respect. No job prospects. Evicted from your home. You use the last of your dwindling savings to apply to the Lithuanian Government to emigrate there, the you come back and get enough benefits to live on.

Most at Risk: The proletariat, anyone not related to, a banker or a friend of a Politician, the unemployed, the millions of immigrants both legal and otherwise, the impecunious, the uneducated youths of today, and the educated youths of today without rich family connections. Those over 60 who have been made redundant four times in the the previous four years.

Areas most affected: The North – Midlands, and Outer Mongolia.

Named Disease: Spooninthegobatbirthness

Symptoms: A snottiness and uncaring attitude that develops in Spooninthegobatbirth sufferers, cannot be countered. The bank balance and overseas investment accounts increase exponentially. Backhanders, blackmail, bullying, lying, hypocritical cons abound, expense fiddling flourishes, and perspicaciousness dissipates from their vocabulary and mind.

Most at Risk: Royalty, Aristocracy, Politicians, Footballers, and the Right Honourable George Osborne MP (Conservative) First Secretary of State, Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, now Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Areas most affected: The top 10% of the ‘Well-off’ of the population.

Named Disease: MSTG (Monetary Cystitis Tight Gits)

Symptoms: It is extremely painful, nigh on impossible for you to repay money owed by you. They will always find something more important to spend the money they have from muggings, robbing, housebreaking and other activities on, rather than repay any debts they have. Creating false debtor of their own, they pursue, mostly elderly infirm bloggers to try and extract some dosh from them. Most of them seem to support West Ham United.

Most at Risk: Politicians, Dentists, Lawyers, Bankers, Haliburton, Motor engineers and Taxi Drivers.

Areas most affected: Nationwide, but London seems to have rather a lot of the more aggressively affected of MSTG sufferers.

Named Disease: Hope Alopecia

Symptoms: A sudden realisation that all hope is lost, other than for the War Mongers, Politicians, bankers, and Haliburton and other nepotistic clans. Often sufferers can be found, from those waiting desperately for their retirement and release from work.

Most at Risk: Birmingham immigrants from Scotland, Brin surgeons and LibDem Party leaders.

Areas most affected: Anywhere with any businesses still owned and ran by English management, so as you can tell, there are scarce.

Named Disease: CDA (Compassion Deficiency Anemia)

Symptoms: You couldn’t give a toss about anyone else. These patients ad sufferers of CDA, didn’t start out to kill or be  the reason for millions of peoples death. It’s just that they found they liked it.

Most at Risk: Most predominant nowadays in Parliaments/Governments, and Lawyers offices, although can be  to be found anywhere.

Areas most affected: Virtually throughout the world.

Named Disease: CCY: Cacospysy (Irregular pulse)

Symptoms: Panic attacks at Government Budget announcement time.

Most at Risk: The poor.

Areas most affected: The North and Midlands of the UK.

Named Disease: EDD Early Decrepitude disease

Symptoms: A sudden realisation that the poor are getting poorer, and the Rich are getting richer.

Most at Risk: Those who are poor and getting poorer.

Areas most affected: Worldwide: In the event that you should feel or find any of the above symptoms coming on, do not consult your Doctor who will be too rich to be bothered to understand your frustrations and problems.

You should consider suicide, alcoholism, hibernation, or becoming a Politician.

Named Disease: A.A.D.(Alcoholic Addiction Dysrhythmia)

Symptoms: Finding you have not got any alcoholic addictions, and the concern and worry you get about being so different to everyone else, and worrying how others not addicted can manage to get through their day.

Most at Risk: Council house estate families with apprentice muggers under the age of eight, the unemployed, Lib-Dem politicians and supporters, NHS patients and Junior Doctors, Bloggers, Pensioners over 70, Drug addicts under 70 and Post-natal females from Lithuania. 

Areas most affected: Anywhere in the so-called free world.

The Department of Health’s Mental Disorder Minister has asked Inchcock not to publish his article on the disease; ‘CMPIA’ Crooked Members of Parliament In Abundance.

Inchcock Today Sun 28 Feb 16: Another day of beautiful skys

If you see a Lawyer passing your car while riding a bike,

Why would you Not, run him over?

It might be your bike!

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Sunday 28 February 2016

I burst awake at around 0220hrs, fretted a few seconds, then realised the heinously detestable dream I’d been having had not real; Boy was I glad about that! I was sweating and aching all over, and wrote down some notes straight away; Just as well I did, because by the time I got to writing this diary, so many of the details had drifted off into the ether.

I had got a job, in an immense conglomerate of a site, that seemed to have all the machines and offices that I’d ever worked it, and people I knew, but couldn’t name or link to anywhere.

The dream started in an office for the interview; and they seemed glad I joined them, then into a canteen with hundreds of four seater tables. Then someone came up to me and cursed me for not being in the loading bay to record something on the log? Then I was running all over the place searching for the loading bay.

Then someone told me when I asked them, where the bay was; On the roof?

Why I don’t know, but I went out of the complex, when I eventually found the way down and found myself climbing along the outside of cliffs, that turned into different types of buildings further on. The brickwork crumbled and somehow I clung on, then started mountaineering upwards and came to an inferner lift device, one for up, one for down.

Here I had the job of taking kids out of the dodgem sized scoops that came up to where I was, and throwing them into scoops on the downward section of the lift/hoist? The ankle snappers were each giving me much grief, some picking my pockets, some kicking me in the knees and privates and some throwing sweets at me! I had to keep climbing onto the rails and down or up to free the scoops when they jammed?

Not sure what happened then, but I found myself back at the complex, searching for an office I could not find. At times, I had to tackle climbing along sticks on the walls?

Boss’s kept chasing me and telling me this or that needed doing.

Then I was back on the coastline cliffs on the roofs of cottages with decaying tiles, desperately trying to catch some burglars who kept stopping shooting at me with I think, water pistols, it felt like they loaded them with bleach, it syng so much.

A bonkers dream, but frustrating all the way through.

The reflux valve was giving me some hassle this morning.

To the porcelain, to find ‘Little Inchy’ had been bleeding while I was sleeping. 

Cleaned him up then made a cup of tea and got the laptop on.

Did yesterday’s diary and started this on off.

I had to rush to the WC Throne, during which I passed an emission of extraneous wind from the rear quarters, that must have shown as about six on the Richter Scale. This started the haemorrhoids bleeding away. Tsk!

The reflux valve was causing breathing difficulties now. Humph!

I spent many hours creating a graphic for the Troll Free Zone members.

Not one of my best, but I was glad to get it finished and posted.

Decided to get a cuppa, have a good soak in the bath, and take a walk into the park and try to get some interesting photographicalisationing done.

Going for me ablutions and medicalisationing of all quarters now. Hehe! Then get ready for my little walk.

Back in a bit, I hope.

1500 hrs: I’m back. Got the laundry going and started to read my book. Some folks coming and going had a natter or two or three.

Moved the clobber into the dryer the net off on a walk around Woodthorpe Grange Park.

On the way up the hill behind the flats to the park, a new tree had been planted, with this plaque at the foot of it:  “In Memory of David Alex Gillett (My Darling) Loved and Missed so much”. 

Felt myself swell up a bit.

Very touching.

Got to the top of the hill, and there were plenty of folk about today, football matches, pavement cyclists, screaming ankle-biters and yobboes lurking about in little gangs.

It was cold again too.

I walked along the top towards the footpath back down to the flats, and near the copse, I noticed a squirrel going across the mud and grass, then up one of the bare trees.

Got the camera out and tried to take a decent shot of him or her, but it went even higher, so these were the best I could manage to get.

This is the first squirrel I’ve seen for weeks. Do they hibernate?

Down the gravel footpath back to the flats, and had another read of me war book.

Then the foyer got busy with other tenants, and I enjoyed some more quick gossips in between.

About 30 minutes later, the dryer finished and I took out the washing and returned to the flat.

Put away the cleaned items. Got the lamb shank simmering in the saucepan. And took the two rubbish bags to the waste chute.

Made a cuppa. Changed into my slippers and put the dressing gown and sleeveless gloves on, it was getting really cold now. The forecast is for -3º c tonight.

Garden peas in the pan, made the gravy with the juice from the peas and got the fodder served up.

Had some potato cakes (Just out of date but still). 

Put food in the small bowl and had a great time eating nd enjoying it. 

Rated this 9.62/10. Great flavour! 

I must try to get some more of those lab shanks tomorrow after going to the doctors. They are nearly all bone, but the taste is excellent.

Medications were then taken.

Shoe cleaning completed.

Bath enjoyed.

TV on and fell to sleep!

Inchcock Today Fri 26 Feb 16

Friday 26 February 2016

Up at 0335 hrs, wide awake and hobbling as rapidly as I could to the porcelain. The tender tingling pains from Little Inchy en route indicated that I had some medicationalising to do. I was right! Humph!

Still hating myself for missing yesterday’s Community Hut Meeting, I made a cuppa and took the medications.

Started to clear up the things on the draining board from making yesterday’s delectable meal; I dropped a glass saucepan lid, that hit the floor, bounced back up and cracked me on my arthritic knee, as it went down again and landed edge first on my corn – then rolled and settled under the wall heater. When I bent down to retrieve it, I hit my head on the corner of the heater, swore, and as I got up the back went into agonising spasms that left me in pain with it all day! But, thinking about it, I most likely deserved it for missing the meeting yesterday? Gawd, I feel so guilty about that!

Got the laptop on to finish Wednesday’s diary. During which, I received and responded to several calls to the porcelain; Oh dear!

I must get down to the Co-op store in Sherwood today and get some of their Blitz paper towels while they are on offer, two rolls for £2 at the moment. I have some in stock still, so to speak, but like to keep ahead of the game with these, because the usual price is around £1.50 each. They are marvellous for cleaning the bath with, and using as a first towelling off after having a bath. Saves me having to wash so many bath towels. Proper little housewife (Well, single male flat dweller), I’m now becoming now I’m in me flat like, aren’t I?

Went to make another cuppa and take an extra Codeine Phosphate 30g, and suddenly became fixated with should I have Vegemite or Marmite on my toast tonight?

I’m pretty sure I’m going a bit pottier than usual today. Losing it in a pretty big way, but it had to come, as my Dad used to say; “You’re not adequate enough to live a successful life, so make a good job of your death. Oh, and don’t take a wife!” I never did understand that?

Priorities seem to be getting moved about in my head? Perhaps the end is nigh?

Still, if it is time for my departure, there will be some benefits, oh yes!;

You can all, help yourself to my stock of Blitz Towel Rolls. (See later)

Then there will something for folk to remember me with, as they clean their toilet bowls and windows? Hehehe!

I managed to regain a modicum of sanity and started this diary off.

Checked the emails then did some Facebooking and much graphicationalising.

Hours later I got an enjoyable bath and readied the things and myself for the walk into Sherwood. I got one of the high-quality Asda two for £10 jeans on. Not much room in them, Little Inchy might complain later, Hehe!

Set off in the misleading sunshine, shivered and hobbled down to the shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.

Taking a short cut through though the leave lined streets I passed where the builders were building four new luxury homes, ‘Coming Soon’ the sign said.

Hardly a brick in sight yet. Plenty of wood, though?

Called in the haberdashery store and checked out their Throws available. I was after a larger and thicker one for me 1959 Leather old fashioned easy chair wot I fall asleep in every night.

I got one, a brown one that suited the job, £20, very warm too. And it hides the hole that’s appeared on the right arm of the chair and stains from where I spilt the wood dye when I was treating the walking stick to a bit of renovation, which turned out more expensive that I thought it would.

£7 for the wood dye for the walking stick then had to throw away a saucepan after dropping the can and some spilling into it, £106 for replacing the spectacles I broke when the chair arm collapsed, £15 for the first quilt, that was not big enough, £20 for the second quilt, Tsk!

Up the road to the Continental shop and got a half-loaf of Latvian Sweet and Sour Rye bread. (I’ll try almost owt nowadays?) It was made in Peterborough, Complaints address in Huddersfield and the company was registered in Berlin.

Further up the hill and got to the Co-op, and tried to get some of the Blitz towels on offer at £2 a two-pack. I couldn’t carry too many as I had the large Throw to carry. Not that this mattered, they had put them back to full price; £3.65! Swines! – But it’s my fault for not getting them earlier innit? Yes, guilty as charged!

I left empty handed, to the suspicious glances of the Security Guard. So, no Blitz towels for you to grab when I snuff it, sorry. You’ll all have to fight it out for who gets any of my four cameras then? Word of advice here, don’t fight for the small Canon one, the battery cover is broken. The big Canon and the Lumix are the best. The little Nikon one is nice too.

Got to the bus-stop to check if a bus was due, and had about 15 minutes to wait. I had a natter with a sweet old dear also waiting; I think she fancied me because we compared walking sticks? Hehe!

Then when the bus arrived and I got on, I left an unfortunate aroma behind as a little ‘plop’ of an escapage of wind came out as I mounted the bus.

Back at the flats and remembered the parcel for the lady next door that someone had left outside her door, that I took into the apartment for safe keeping. (The parcel, not the door). So I fetched it and knocked on her door and handed it to her.

Put the kettle on for a cuppa, and then got the new ‘Throw’ and tried it on the ailing 1959 Leather armchair in the living room.

Very snug and cosy! It looks messy, but that’s alright, I got it for its warmth, not cosmetic value.

Note how I’ve gone for a minimalist and easy to clean design? Bottled water, newspaper, pen, TV paper, footrest and walking stick all handily placed? Just thought I’d mention it like.

Set about getting the fodder ready. I was suddenly feeling a bit ‘done-in’ for some reason. Put a steak pie in the oven, beans in the saucepan and seasoned them, when they were both done, I added the last of the boiled spuds from yesterday. Some Irish Batch bread, that was so nice.

Rated this overall at 8.8/10. Well, I’d spoilt myself with the lamb stew and lamb knuckle over the last two days.

Sat down and that was basically, the end of the day, put the goggle box on and fell asleep within seconds!

Woke up in the dark. Forced myself into the bathroom for a titivation, ailment creaming and the use of the porcelain. Changed into my night attire and took the medications.

I made two slices of the Latvian Sweet and Sour Rye bread and covered them with Vegemite. Nice!

Back to the living room. Selected a couple of programmes to watch.

Fell asleep, woke up around 0115hrs laying on the carpet with the throw over me? Not the foggiest recollection of doing this? Stayed there. Zzzz…

Inchcock Today 25 Feb 16: Went on WordPress Premium – Damn it, I forgot Community hut meeting today!

Thursday 25 February 2016

Hard at work?

I stirred into life at around 0300hrs. Lay thinking about the dreams I’d had. Fell back asleep, woke up around 0600hrs and forced myself up and to the bathroom.

No hiatus’s in the ailment department, just coughing and sneezing as I passed almost life threatening emissions of wind.

Made a cuppa and took me medications, onto the laptop, and decided to upgrade my WordPress thingamabob to Premium.

A fat lot of good that did me! I expected the font list to appear in the editor, but no. I have to keep going into Appearance, Fonts and selecting a font from the miserable choice there each time, not knowing yet if this will affect the previous posts or not?No Dutch fonts in there anyway. 

No Dutch or Goudy fonts in there anyway. The font colours were the same, with an option to add Custom colours, where you have to use a colour wheel to pick the one you want, and when I do another post, you have to pick them all over again?

Maybe it’s just my lack of education preventing me from grasping things, but I feel so disappointed with this after paying out more dosh!

There is an option under the normal Text type box appeared, to select ‘Preformatted’, but I can’t find out what that means or is.

When I select it, the text comes out like this; Preformatted?

Tsk, huh! And Humph! Still, I’ve got more memory for storage to save me deleting any more of my graphics I suppose.

Cash and time spent just getting myself annoyed and frustrated with my lack of brainpower, computer programming and education. Help! Hehe!

I went back to the kitchen, made a cuppa, passed more wind and shot to the porcelain. Phwoar, nearly gassed missen! Hehe!

Back to finish making my cuppa, and saw how beautiful the view was; despite the temperature in the flat being only 55º F.

Then trapped my finger in the drawer as I closed it.

It had to be the finger I burnt yesterday in my culinary experimentations with the Lamb Stew, Huh!

Finished yesterday’s dairy off and got it posted.

Must get some Facebooking done, I didn’t get to do any yesterday with getting home so late from Sister Jane’s posh house.

1000hrs: I’ll do it now I think.

1035hrs: Facebooking finished.

Hurriedly carried out my constitutionals, ablutions and took a bath. Nothing pernicious found.

As I left the flat, I met Malcolm from next flat to one, and he said for me knock on his door when I return and he’ll have a look at the TV to see if he could sort out for it to show the CTTV in the flats entrance for me, bless him.

Got out just in time to catch the L9 bus to Arnold.

Dropped off on Front Street and did some unnecessary random shopping and spending again. Tsk!

High above the great clouds lingered once more in the pretty blue skies. I wondered how long they would last.

The Fulton food store had some bargains I could not reject or deny myself; Two lamb hocks for £2.99 well in date and baby carrots at 39p. 

I decided to have one of the lamb joints tonight and add the remaining bit of the minced lamb stew and some potatoes to it. Salivating at the thought I was, honestly.

I moved on, and nipped in a discount hardware shop and had a good meander through it. Buying, even more; A colander, stick on hooks, and a strainer.

Across the road, and up to Asda, calling in the Menswear section first. They had some jeans at two pairs for a tenner (£10), so I indulged myself and got some.

Then, I was off to the food sections and made for the bread department. Here, I did go overboard a scintilla: 6 Potato Cakes, a loaf of Wholemeal Irish Soda Bread and a pack of 6 slices of Irish Batch Bread all for £2.80.

Thoroughly ashamed of myself, I set off for the bus stop and waited for the arrival of the last L9 bus, back to the flats.

En-route, the astounding clouds continued to amaze me.

When I got to the flat, after staying awake the whole journey ‘Smug Mode Adopted’, I Visited the WC, then knocked on Malcolm’ door.

He came over an hour or so later and spend ages trying to get the CCTV channel on the set for me without any success. Shame. However, he did get the East Midland programmes on for me, including Nottingham TV. So now I can get the weather forecast for where I live as opposed to Birmingham. Hurrah!

He showed me how to choose the programmes I wanted to appear on the remote’s Guide listing. I’ll have a go at that later; if I remember that is. Sad!

I got the potatoes boiling and updated this diary.

Had a cuppa and took the medications.

Got the Lamb shank on the boil.

Put the potatoes in another pan to keep them warm.

As  I was making the Nosh, I remembered I should have gone to the Community Hut Meeting this morning! I’m bitterly disappointed with myself now!

I had the nosh and a half, it took a lot of preparing, but it was so nice and tasty, it was all worth the effort.

Rated this one 9.59/10, the lamb shank and mince,  could still taste in the morning.

Mmm!

I toyed with the channels on the TV Malc had adjusted. So, now I have Nottingham TV and East Midlands Channels.

Watched some programmes, falling asleep during each one; Heartbeat (Nodded off at the first commercial break, missed the last 45 minutes altogether). Road Wars (Nodded off many times, missed the ending). Hetty Wainthrop (Managed almost to the first break, missed the rest of it), and Jonathan Creek (Didn’t get to the first break even!). Huh!

Inchcock Today Wed 24 Feb 16: Up early, visit to Sister Jane

If a Vampire bites a Lawyer, isn’t that Cannibalism?

*****

Wednesday 24 February 2016

Photographicalisation by Sister Jane – note how she has managed to get something growing from the top of my head? Hehe!

Up at around 0400hrs, disappointed that I could not recall any of the dreams I knew I’d had.

When I stirred, the first thought was how much easier the torn muscle was, no angina hassle either. Then as I stood up, oh dear; The arthritis was back with a vengeance! Hey-ho! Amazing, but very pleasing was how Arthur Itis had given me a rest during the torn muscle hiatus, now it is easier, back he comes? Thanks, Arthur!

Arose and to the WC, thought I’d do my teggies while I was there – blimey, more bother. The blood I spat out was coming from the ulcers and cracked lips inner gums. How come, last night there were no signs of any problem in the mouth at all? Now, tender painful and bleeding? Humph!

I got a cuppa and took the medications, then made sure I’d got the things in the bag to take to sister Jane and Pete’ mansion later. I’d rang Jane last night to get permission to go and visit them. As long as I arrived between 10 am and 1100 am, I was granted approval.

I got on with finishing the 238 Quotes by Women on Men and Men on Women post at last. Must have taken me a week to get it something like right. Still, it is a long one.

So, I hope it goes down well.

Patti Beckert let me know the graphicalisation done was okay, and she is to use it in a post on ‘Humor Times’.

A hilarious one too:

Patti at her Satirical best

I found it too painful to drink my tea hot, and let it go cold, so limped (And I meant limped, that damned Arthur Itis is having a hay-day, Hehe!) back into the kitchen to make another brew.

Checked the emails, got an appointment through from the doctors for my next INR blood test next Monday. Then I realised how late it was. Must get something for the cracked lips and gums on the way to visit Jane and Pete’s Palace.

Got a shave and titivated up, best I could manage, got the bag of goodies ready, hearing aids, glasses, bus-pass, mobile phone and medications, etc. all collected together. Added some fancy bread to drop in the Community Hut on the way out. (But forgot to take it)

Down to the lobby, where I met with many of the other tenants who were waiting to go out and catch the bus. Gave them some nibbles and had a nice natter.

Got the L9 bus into town, and then the West Bridgford bus to Sister Jane’s estate. There had been a nasty looking traffic collision on Trent Bridge, a single decker bus was being linked to a recovery lorry, behind it car with an SUV firmly embedded into its crushed rear end, another car just behind, and a Mercedes skewiff on the pavement.C

Continued on when the traffic allowed us to and I arrived at Jane and Pete’s Towers and was greeted without a cup of tea and had to ask for one: Very UnBritish! Hehehe!

 I  gave them their nibbles (Box of chocolates, Potato sticks, packet of belly pork, Indigestion cure and a box of biscuits, they gave me a jar of jam and some raw minced lamb left over from their meal), then Jane gave me some advice on how to cook the minced lamb, as she was preparing some at that time. Very helpful hints and demonstration it was too! I adopted her method when I got home later to try and make my own effort at Lamb Stew if that’s the word.

Later I got on with sorting Pete’s laptop, the one I gave him so he could transfer his photos from the secret watch-camera I got him for Christmas.Basically, it needed a lot of stuff removing to allow more space so he could download easier and in far less time. This took an hour or

Basically, it needed a lot of things removing to allow more space so he could download easier and in far less time.This took an hour or

This took an hour or two, but it gave me the chance to play at being a teacher. Haha!

We had a break, and Pete disappeared with my camera.Later I found he had been around the palace, taking photographs of their three remaining dynamic pensioner cats he could find. I found these photos when I updated this tosh in the morning. Nice one Pete, had me puzzled a bit at first. Got me good he did.

Later I found he had been around the palace, taking photographs of their three remaining dynamic pensioner cats he could find. I found these photos when I updated this tosh in the morning. Nice one Pete, had me puzzled a bit at first. Got me good he did.

He then produced some coax cable he had left in his garage, and but a connector on the end, and presented it to me to use to try and get the CCTV at the flats onto my TV. A neighbour two flats away said he’d come and sort it for me some time when I get the cable. Much appreciated Pete, despite all our tongue-in-cheek insults to each other, we’re good mates. Cheers.

Soon we were back on the laptop, and got it going, tried it and Pete could now do what he wanted to on it. I felt well pleased and smug with myself! It was late now, and Pete wanted to go into town to get some things, so he came with me on the bus to town.

He had to shoot off quickly (He’s always been fitter, taller, richer and better looking than me, but it doesn’t bother me that he is the same age, got hair and can still ice-skate, run, cycle and gets advances from women, has lived in Australia, retired at 55, had £150,000 left him by a distant relative, is an excellent DIYer, still got his driving licence and a new car and electric powered bike and is tight as a ducks arse! … oh no, good luck to the lad that is what I say).  Hehehe!

Those amazing clouds were still in the sky.

I caught the L9 bus, back to the flats.

I was as near to missing the bus-stop at the flats as I’ve ever been without actually missing it. If you know what I mean?

Woke up just in time. Phew!

WC’d made a cuppa and got on with sorting out the planned Lamb Stew dinner while Jane’s words of guidance were relatively fresh in my mind.

It was going well; I’d got the lamb in the pan, added some olive oil and warmed it through until the red had gone, drained of some of the fat, added the gravy, green beans, peas, onions and later the boiled potatoes.

At this point, I came across a hiatus that may affect other pensioners who may try for their first time to create this nosh.

I would advise you to keep some antiseptic cream nearby, for when you drop an onion off your spoon when testing how the contents taste by having a nibble and drop it on the top of the stove. Remember; The stove will be hot when you pick it back up to return it to the pan and get your little finger attached to the metal ring of the hob! It’s best, to try to avoid doing this if you can!

Eventually, the meal was ready and looking a fairly decent effort.

I rated this one, the bestest I’ve ever done!

Making this even better, was the fact that I have half of it left in the saucepan, to have tomorrow! Might try some chips with it next time?

Had to rate this shot at lamb stew at 9.65/10.

Tiredness loomed as soon as I sat down after doing the dishes, where I stayed for hours, only getting up to go to the porcelain a few times, nodding off, waking, nodding off, waking…

Inchcock Today Fri 23 Feb 16: Fings going alright for once – I should not have said that, should I?

Have you heard about the lawyers’ word processor?
No matter what font you select, everything comes out in fine print!

*****

Tuesday 23 February 2016

Shot awake at around 0300hrs, the TV still flickering away, headphones still on my head, the wind howling outside and in urgent need of the bathroom porcelain.

Stood up, overjoyed at how the leg gave me so little defiance in this effort. Anne Gyna was giving no bother, the Reflux valve was sticking just a bit, and Arthur Itis was very kind to me. It concerns me when I wake up feeling good like this because history tells me I’ll pay for it later? Hehe! As I set off on the long eleven-step walk to the bathroom, I pulled the wire of the headphone with my foot – clunk the mug and mobile phone clattered onto the floor. I bent down and retrieved them, still no hiatus from the leg or back?

Sat there on my throne, I decided to get a shave then. BJ is coming to lift me to the launderette around 0800>0830hrs. So I’ll have to have a bath earlier than usual (Remember I left the hot water tap running last night so couldn’t have one then, besides I fell asleep, Humph!). Hoping it will not disturb my neighbours, I’ll have it around 0715hrs, that should give me time to get the things ready for BJ then.

When I came out to go to the kitchen, (All of at least eight-paces), I actually remembered I’d selected to keep my hearing aids in Auntie Kath’s fancy China pot thing. I got the idea from some of TFZ gals who responded to my photo of it on Facebook.

Well chuffed with oneself, this morning I was… up to now, no agony from the ailments, not forgetting where I’d moved the hearing aids too; this can’t go on I thought? Haha!

I made a good strong cup of Punjana tea and had my breakfast while setting the laptop going to finish Monday’s diary off and start this one.

I’d left the headphones I use for the laptop out on the 1967 G-Plan sideboard where the laptop sits proudly awaiting its next break-down. This prompted me to listen to some music on YouTube. There, the first thing I saw was on the history – ‘Gossip Calypso’, Bernard Cribbins – Argh! The flipping thing came back into my head again. I opted to listen to a compilation of Frankie Vaughan songs, 200 songs on it, all memory provoking stuff. Won’t have time to hear them all mind this time. Ah, ‘He is started with ‘Gimme the moonlight’, nobody could sing this like Frankie. ‘Tower of Strength’ the next one, just like I feel this morning for some reason. Tower; definitely brings back some memories of my lustful days of youth. Margaret her name was, another one I lost. Hey-ho!

Email from Patti. Set about doing another graphicalisation that suited her better and got it sent off via email.

Started to work on a humorous post about ‘Comments and Quotes on Women and Men, by Women and Men. Then realised the time; oh dear, I just had time to get a wash, before BJ rang to say he was on his way.

Forgot my hearing aids, but too late to go back up the lift to collect them, or I might miss BJ.

I walked to the end of Chestnut Walk and waited for him to arrive. The view from the corner was magnificent with the lighting as it was.

BJ scooped me up and off we went to the launderette in Carrington.

He helped me with the crosswords, and I managed a good gossip with Mandie.

Back to his house where he popped in for a few minutes, and then off to Asda (Walmart) for some Trousers, because I ripped mine this morning in getting down to clean the bits I’d left in the oven. Tsk!

I found just one pair of trews the size I wanted, so got them. Then had a wander around getting a bit of a nosh in. Spent some more cash today, £36.01! Mind you I did get the trousers didn’t I, £9 there, and I got a DVD that I hadn’t known about for £5, Tremors 5 Bloodlines. I saw Tremors 4 years ago and had such a laugh at it; I hope this one is funny too.

We were soon back at the flats where BJ dropped me off, bless him. If it wasn’t for Duncan and BJ, I don’t know how I’d manage at times.

Up to the flat, five letters had been delivered. Two for Margaret the previous tenant, two advertising bumph and one informing me I have an appointment at the clinic rearranged fro the  6th March.

Made a jolly strong cup of tea while singing Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Green Door to myself, took the midday medications, passed wind, and got the laptop on.

Updated this load of manure then went on facebook for a bit.

Having Lamb stew and Colcannon mash with green beans today for the nosh. I’ll look up what Colcannon mash is later.

Got around to doing some more on the Ladies v Men post.

Nosh:

Lamb stew, carrots, peppers, onions, green beans (from Israel, very sweet!), and the Colcannon mashed potatoes. Rated 9.26/10.

The Colcannon mash had kale and onions in it. Rather delectable, although I’m not supposed to eat kale, there was only a tiny bit of it, and it was so nice! I dipped the continental bread in the gravy. Followed it with a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.

Got an excellent bathing and soak. Got into and out of the bath with relative ease tonight? The leg was not much bother at all; on the mend nicely now.

Fatigue soon came over me again and within minutes, I had turned into a poorly bloke again. Tsk!

Watched some goggle-box and soon went into the land of nod. Zzzz!

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today Mon 22 Feb 16: ♫Gossip Calypso♫ on my mind?

What can a goose do, a duck can’t, and a lawyer should?
Stick his bill up his ass! (Oh, sorry! – Inchcock)

Monday 22 February 2016

Around  0300hrs, a loud voice bellowed out from somewhere that at first I thought was in my dream, and then I recognised that it was in the room, and I heard it without my hearings aid in? As I focussed, it became apparent that this was the ‘Alarm Centre Auto message, telling me I had activated my Health Alarm wristlet. A bit of screeching from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box. 

A bit of screaming from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box. I couldn’t understand a word he or she was saying, nor recognise the accent. Luckily I have done this accidental activating of the alarm twice before, so I just said: “Sorry, caught it in error!” The operator spoke a two syllable word, whatever that was, and rang off.

Had to get up now, so much for my planned lay-in like? Hehe!

I wish I could remember the dream I was having, but cannot, just a feeling that I was enjoying it, lingered.

Ah well, I’ll make a cuppa then, took the medications. Made sure the Anticoagulation form was in the coat pocket ready for the INR Warfarin Blood Test later.

As soon as I got into the bathroom and started checking out Little Inchy (No bleeding today – yippee!), Bernard Cribbin’s Gossip Calypso song came into my mind, and it stayed there all day, I just kept singing the bits of it that I could remember repeatedly? For the younger readers, here are the lyrics to the song. I looked them up later. If you click on the Lyrics link, you can have a listen to the actual song. I don’t think they would allow this to be recorded nowadays? I loved it.

Gossip Calypso Lyrics

Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Oh Mrs Brown, well how are you now, I tell you,
I’ve had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach
Don’t talk to me, my Charlie has gone and fallen down the stairs again,

saints preserve us
Poor old chap did he hurt himself well, not as much as
Alf that’s my cousin Freds boy I learnt from Fred,
the doctor said, he’ll have to have his kneecaps straight,

Gor blimey singing

Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Mrs Booze, have you heard the news that woman,
you know the very fat one down at the corner
Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that they never gonna get her out, do tell me
Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound, to free her with an oxyacetylene welder
Must send along some books, it looks like she’s gonna be there quite some time,

Cor blimey singing

Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back

Oh, Mrs Ware, I do like your hair who does it,
I go to Madame Pom-Pom round by the gas works
With all that fruit, it looks so cute, I can’t believe it, it’s really you, like a film star
Have you heard dear, a little bird has told me Mrs Tate’s expecting her seventh
Well glory be, that’s three, she’s had since Lenny had his tonsils out, cor blimey singing

Gossip Calypso Gossip Calypso
Hear all about it yak a yak yak
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back!

I got the laptop on and made another cuppa. As I did, the wind was still belting into the kitchen something rotten! The wind was also escaping from me as well. Humph!

Checked the calendar to verify the time for the surgery appointment was 1030hrs. (Gossip Calypso playing in my mind. Can’t stop it now!)

Finished off Sundays dairy, and started this one off.

Did some Facebooking and got a request for a graphic – I love it when this happens, especially from Patti. It’s so good to be able to do something for those who do a lot for me. Got on with starting it. Had to get a move on so as not to be late for the GP. Patti let me now he’d like one of the characters in a wedding dress so had to change it sharpish. I decided not to print it here yet, in case it is suitable for her until she has used it.

I feel amazingly good again this morning – I expect some hiatus or Whoopsiedangleplop to occur soon. Hehe!

Got a scrub-up and Jean, the lady I lent to her to view, returned them bless her. Asked her if she wanted to have a look see if there were any she would like to see from my shelves, but she declined.

Then I set off for the INR blood test at the GP in Carrington. I met Dean Walker, the coordinator for my block of flats on the way out. Gave her the Wholemeal Soda bread loaf, that saves me calling into the Community Shed on the way to leave it for her and Obegruppenfurher Julie, the other coordinator.

As I turned right on the way to Winchester Street, a fox showed itself near the fencing. By the time I dug into my bag to get the camera and got it going, it was too late, he’d hopped it back into the gardens. Tsk!

I’d gotten half-way down the Winchester Street hill when I found myself singing ‘Gossip Calypso’ again.

I proceeded in an orderly fashion down to Sherwood, left up the hill and down the hill into Carrington. I’d like to brag at this time if you don’t mind like: It took me only 38 minutes to walk there from the flats. (Smug mode adopted).

The beautiful nurse soon took me blood in no time – but stopping the bleeding afterwards took longer than it ever has before? Oh dear!

I gave her the nibbles and exited onto Manfield Road.Where I think, I might have qualified as Britains Most Effective Vacillator!

Where I think I might well have qualified as Britains Most Effective Senior Citizen Vacillator! I walked up to the bus stop on the right to catch a bus into town – Where I changed my mind and started to walk to the left and cross the road to grab a bus back into Sherwood – While waiting for a break in the traffic to cross the street, I thought, no, I will go into town and catch an L9 bus from there to go to Sainsburys and get some cashew nuts. – Then I thought, oh blimey, BJ is coming, and I walked back to the bus-stop near the surgery. – Then realised BJ is coming tomorrow; not today, and began to waddle back to the other bus stop, and realised I should have caught the bus from the other bus stop, and walked back to it, and did so. I worry myself at times yer know!

To the accompaniment of ‘Gossip Calypso’ in my mind, I travelled into the City Centre. There had been an accident of some kind near the Post Office, and a chap was laying down near the back of a van, with worried people who had covered him and put him in the recovery position. The CPO stood scratching his arse, as they awaited the ambulance or paramedic.

I caught the bus into Arnold, dropping off as Sainsburys.

Nipped in and hurriedly got a soda bread and the honey-roasted cashew nuts I was after – very pricey, but there you are.

No guilt present!

Paid the scowling til person, and I was soon back out at the bus-stop again and caught the same bus back to the flats.

The sky was beautiful once again, even if there was not so much sunshine about. I did some cross-wording and ‘Gossip Calypso’ came less often to mind.

On the journey, the skies darkened, although streaks of lightness permeated them.

I took this photo from the kitchen when I got in; well, after visiting the porcelain. The wind around the flats seemed far worse than elsewhere?

I realised I’d forgotten to get a TV paper to replace the one I’d accidentally thrown away. Huh! So I checked on the TV listing thingy. Some good stuff on tonight as well! But I have minimum confidence in my ability to stay awake to watch those I want to watch.

Made a cuppa and took the medications.Laptop on and I updated this diary.

I’m afraid I left the hot water running again, so no bath until it heats up again after 1800hrs, and I wanted to watch a film on TV as well. Still, as I said earlier, I’ll probably nod off, in any case.

‘Gossip Calypso’ continues to come from my lips!

Laptop on and I updated this diary.

Had the urge for toast for me fodder tonight. So, I got six small brown Soda bread slices and put Vegemite on two of them, Marmite on another two, and Blackcurrant jam on the last two.

A cup of strong tea and some honey coated cashew nuts for afters.

I couldn’t decide if the Vegemite for the Marmite tasted better, not that it matters, I love them both! Wonderful!

Took the medications and tried to watch a film on the goggle-box.

I soon nodded off, waking up around 0300hrs with the TV still on, and the wind howling again! Still, ‘Gossip Calypso’ had gone… Hehehe!

Inchcock Today Sun 21 Feb 16: Lost BP Monitor Found! Health Alarm Activated! Exciting stuff eh?

If a lawyer and a politician were both drowning, and you could only save one of them:

Would you go to lunch, play Tetris or read the newspaper?

*****

Sunday 21st February 2016

Woke up at around 0200hrs, and savoured the wonderful memories of the dream I’d been having, of course, as usual, only bits of it remain now that I come to record them here.

One again I was in a bombed out building, top floor, troops fighting all around the area, mortar fire, artillery fire and snipers all having a pop at me, as I sat there on a typewriter? Despite the exploding shells and collapsing building around me, all I seemed worried about was how to spell a word. I was not hurt at all, although bleeding from the end of my left-hand thumb? Odd?

Fell back to sleep, must have needed it for me to do this?

I stirred again around 0400hrs, and as I moved, I was very pleased with the lack of objections from the flabby bodies joints, Anne Gyna and the right leg too. Considering all the cleaning yesterday, this encouraged me not to temerate over my decision to get the living room cleaned up today. The many and large windows may not get cleaned outside though this depends on the weather.

To the porcelain without any hiatus, I found this oddly disturbing?

I noticed the BP machine that I found yesterday, and did the tests:

DYS 154 – DIA 70 – Pulse 89 and Temp 32.4. I’ve lost the notes about what the readings should be, but I feel extraordinarily energetic this morning! Says him with fingers crossed, Hehe!

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the morning medications. The wall thermometer indicated it was 57°f, and the wind was coming in through every crevice and crack through the windows, vents and the cupboards and drawers. I’ll be glad when they get this fixed and sorted. I need some vadiation from the Nottingham City Homes that they will be sorting it out when the modernisation of the flats takes place. But when will that be?

I opened the laptop and finished Saturday’s diary. Then started this one.

Sneezing a lot this morning I am.

Wheeler Gate Comparison

Checked the emails, and then went on Facebook. I noticed some good stuff on the Nottingham Now and then site. So decided I’d go to Nottingham and take some photographs of Exchange Walk, from the same angle as a 1950 one I have, then doctor them next to each other, think of something funny to write about them, and eventually post them onto the site.

I had a wash and did my ablutions, and set off on the walk up and through Woodthorpe Park to the bus stop on Mansfield Road. (They’re no buses to the flat on a Sunday).

Got to the top of the steep footpath and noticed some kids getting themselves ready to start a football match – in the wind! Thought they were so brave I decided to take the photo of them… then decided to go back to the flat to pick up the camera I’d forgotten to take with me – Tsk!

So back and picked it up and returned to the pitch in the park.

The referee had got then walking along the opposition team shaking hands like the professional footballers do! I was impressed.

Stayed a few minutes to watch them, again I was impressed with how they didn’t even try to do any long passes in the horrible wind.

I moved to the bus stop and only had 15 minutes to wait for a bus. When it arrived it was so full, crammed passengers all over the place. I was surprised the driver let us all on.

Once in town, I went to check the number 40 bus times for me get back near the flats. I had 20 minutes to get to take the photographs, not far to go, though. Went and took them, and made my way back to the bus stop, calling in the book shop (Will I ever learn!) as I did. Purchased a book by Sepp Allerberger, Knights Cross, a sniper on theEastern Front. £9.99 down to £5.00.

Back to the bus stop, just in time too!

The rain joined the high winds in making life unpleasant.

But it was nothing compared to the winds back at the flats.

After risking life and limb crossing over the road on Winchester Street and walking down and turning towards the flats, my rate of knots was reduced by about 80% by the vicious winds.

When I got into the flat, I made for the bathroom and the porcelain first, and the howling winds coming through every gap in the windows, holes in the walls and through the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, made their way to the bathroom, and the toilet paper was blowing in the wind! Cor blimey Governer!

I searched for the TV paper I’d bought yesterday, for a while without any success. Realised I must have thrown down the rubbish chute with the other stuff earlier today. Humph!

Got the beef chunks on the boil, then added some veg to it later. I reckon I cut the beef up into small chunks, perhaps smaller than I should have – as they seemed to have disappeared when I stirred in the mix? Added some gravy and baked beans to fill it out.

It didn’t look very attractive at all, but by gum it was nice tasting! Rated this an 8.9/10.

Went on the web to see what was on the TV, and found four films all one after the other, that I could watch! Astonished at this, I decided not to do any cleaning today, rather treat myself to a good sit-in and TV session! Guilt did reign a bit, but I managed to overcome it. Hehe!

Not that it panned out like that, I managed the first film, only nodding off a few times, then watched the second one. At the first commercial break, I drifted off into the dreaming land of nod.

Woke a few hours later, but kept tossing and turning for some reason and waking myself up again every few minutes it seemed like. .

Around  0300hrs a loud voice bellowed out from somewhere that at first I thought was in my dream, then I recognised that it was in the room, and I hearing it without my hearings aid in? As I focussed it became clear that this was the ‘Alarm Centre Auto message, telling me I had activated my Health Alarm wristlet. A bit of screeching from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box. 

A bit of screeching from the line, red light flashing, and then a voice came over the box. I couldn’t understand a word he or she was saying, nor recognise the accent. Luckily I have done this accidental activating of the alarm twice before, so I just said: “Sorry, caught it in error!” The operator spoke a two syllable word, whatever that was, and rang off.

Had to get up now, so much for my planned lay-in like? Hehe!

I wish I could remember the dream I was having, but cannot, just a feeling that I was enjoying it, lingered.

Ah well, I’ll make a cuppa then.

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