Inchcock’s Photographicalsations taken as the New Year arrived…

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Inchcock’s Photographicalsations taken as the New Year arrived…

Croatian: Inchcockove fotografske snimke uzete kao nova godina

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May take this opportunity to wish the entire tellurian population, apart from the ‘Swines’ who are taking off my local bus service, Pavement Cyclists, Politicians, Royalty, Jeremy Clarkson, Jean Claude Juncker, the French for cheating to get the World Cup from Croatia, Pavement Cyclists, Anjem Choudary, Angela Merkel, Pavement Cyclists, Overcharging shop assistants, Snotty bankers, Alcoholics (but only the nasty ones), Pavement Cyclists and Street bedders and beggers who have more money than I do;

A Wonderful New Year!

Inchcock Today: Sat/Sun 29/30th Dec 2018: Wee-wee splash-back like a hosepipe! Depressed Weary and Poorly, and the body growing like Robert Morely! Tsk!


Saturday 29th December 2018

Punjabi: ਸ਼ਨੀਵਾਰ 2 ਦਸੰਬਰ 2018

23:25hrs. WD 51.2.51 I woke, and the first thing that registered in my muddled brain was the unbitten tomato sandwich, squashed into the folds of my bloated stomach! The mind simply accepted this fact, without any expostulatory self-recriminations. Then it moved on to other concerns, and, with a degree of clarity in there too! This, I found surprising and worrying, such a rare stance for my grey-cells as I gain consciousness in a morning?

I removed the belly-dwelling sandwich and had a feel about of the legs. Again, I was surprised, to find that the fluid build-up seemed have gone down a little. Surely one-half of a Furosemide tablet, taken ten hours earlier, seemed to have made some effect already? Or, maybe, was being hopeful? The usual morning struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner was not as severe as usual, and I thought I might be right about the fluid retention going down a bit…

WD 51.2.51 That was until I caught the swollen tibialis muscle against the corner of the Ottoman! I take it back, perhaps the fluid is not going down after all. Hehe! A decent purple-blue bruise appeared in seconds. Tsk! But, of course, the pain meant nothing to a man like me. (Lie Mode Adopted!)

I Iimped on, muttering to myself as I did so, to the kitchen to get the Health Checks done and the medications were taken. The legs seemed to swell up as I hobbled on, and were rock-solid again by the time I got the few paces to the kitchen.


6Sat03My sphygmomanometer worked on the second attempt. The new thermometer which I was conned into buying worked, but I still can’t hear the ending beeps, even when the thing is in my ear-hole?

The readings for Sys, Dia, and pulse were all rather low this time. The weight, had gone down a bit? The temperature was looking good to me. 

GC blue f03WD 51.2.51 I took one Furosemide with the other medications, and off for the usual SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee): which after the Furosemide being taken last night and this morning, have now turned into LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). Cor Blimey! I got splashback all over the place. You wouldn’t believe how much and how far it went – well, I can’t believe how much and how far it went!

I took me ages to get things cleaned up. I have now positioned three plastic bins, one in each room. Humph! No going out today, then. I do not think the Protection Pants would cope if another blast like that one comes along uninvitedly. As the paperwork that came with the Furesomide said: “…blocking the absorption of sodium, chloride, and water from the filtered fluid in the kidney tubules, causing a profound increase in the output of urine – never a more accurate statement read! Hehehe!

WD 51.2.51 By the time I’d got the sorting outdone, another LHBLWW arrived! Forearmed with knowledge now, I made use of the grey bin in the kitchen and avoided the spray-back… well, most of it. Humph! I might run low on disinfectant and Germolene cream soon.

6Sat06I went on an EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) search and destroy mission. I got the 5p coin ready on the kitchen towel to photograph any prisoners I caught.

Something else hard to believe – I didn’t find a single Weevil, dead or alive!

I set about updating the Friday post. Considering all the mayhem and overabundance of events suffered on this day, I was pleased with how the end product came out. Titivated it, and got it sent off to WordPress. During this process, I utilised the thin deep grey bin three times for an LHBLWW!


Emptied and disinfected the grey ‘Emergency bin’, and went to make a very small mug of tea.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, I took five photographs from the unwanted or liked light and view-blocking new window. I tried each one in a different option on the camera. To see how they compared to each other in taking nighttime shots of the same view.

WD 51.2.51 Unfortunately for me, I forgot to make a note of each one’s mode it was taken in! What a Nebbish! Here the yare, anyway. Tsk!

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Back on the computer and made a start on this blog. Just the one LHBLWW needed.

Checked the Emails, then went on the WordPress Reader. 

6Sat07I spotted that the papsules on the back of the left hand were returning again? A mystery these are. I forgot to mention them to the Dr Vindla yesterday.

Still, I can get another chance on Monday when I go for another Warfarin INR blood test and my appointment with the doctor. I think the original meeting might have been about the memory blanks and forgetfulness? But I forget for sure. Haha!

I went on Facebook to update with the TFZers and get the latest photographs in the albums.

The legs seem to be filling up again now, far more than when I woke up… what’s going on here? Tsk!

6Sat22I’ve decided to get some brekkie now.

I’ll go and have a forage around to see what fodder is available… Tomato sarnies, pickled gherkins, and chestnuts with a drop of hoisin and balsamic sauce, so I can try both of them out.

Not keen on the balsamic sauce, a little too sweet, but the Hoisin was tasty and tangy. As brekkies go, a Flavour Rating of 5/10 for this one.

I spent hours on CorelDrawing and making a few more page header graphics.

WD 51.2.51 A Blank Spot followed. And I found myself waking up in the £300 second-hand recliner, in need of an SSWW, which again turned out to be an LHBLWW.

6Sat23Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as I got the meal prepared. I wish I hadn’t bothered now.

I think the taste-buds have gone off a bit again. Pork ribs with seasoned baked beans and a defrosted cob. To me, it all tasted horrible, not just not nice. I left most of it, and I usually would gobble up all of the seasoned beans.

I felt suddenly drained.

I got the pots soaking in the washing up bowl, had another LHBLWW and into the night attire and on the recliner. Despite my weariness, it took me ages to get off to sleep! No hobbles, you see?


Sunday 30th December 2018

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 30mh Dùbhlachd 2018

23:42hrs. I bestirred with the belief that I had been sleeping for so long like never before, and must have overslept by hours and hours! Then realised it didn’t matter in the least if I had overslept, no medical appointment today. Had grope of the fluid affected legs, they seemed in the same condition as they were yesterday, which was less solidly swollen than the day before… I waffled a bit making that statement didn’t I. Tsk!

WD 51.0.0 As soon as I tried to move my pharaonically-stomached body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I realised I was wrong about the state of the legs. Fair enough, they did feel less filled with fluid, but, oh boy, the pain when I stood up! From the top of the legs down to the ankles were positively painful, every time any part touched against something… like the floor! Ah-Well, nil desperandum! No doubt now the blood’s starting to move, it will ease off in a while.

I shuffled slowly and carefully to the kitchen, when I saw the clock, I realised I had only been asleep for about four hours!

WD 51.0.0 I was getting the Health Checks and medication taking things ready, when the innards erupted and despite the condition of my legs I hastened frantically, quicker than I had ever done before, to the wet room and the desperately needed Porcelain Throne! I did not make it in time! An uncontrollable liquified evacuation. No more details should be told. Nuff said! A lengthy cleaning up session took place.

Back to the kitchen and the Health Checks.

The flipping sphygmomanometer was not in the mood for playing this morning. It took four tries before it worked. Tsk!


I found a blobby patch of whatever it was on the lower right arm, and the papsules seem to have changed colour again?

WD 51.0.0 I made a brew and took the medications… no sooner done, than the stomach rumbled and grumbled and it was back to the Porcelain Throne in another hurry!

7Sun05WD 51.0.0 I got there with a few seconds to spare this time (and was so glad that I did!) Splattering and spluttering, this evacuation was more liquified than ever. But, I could sense… well, I could feel squidgy activity, brewing in the innards still! So, expecting another wet discharge was imminent, I remained  where I was and had a read of the ‘Catastrophy – Europe goes to war’ book, having now finished the Clarkson biography, I thought I’d get back to this exact detail-filled massive (Hardback 628 page) history book, filled 7Sun07awith so much delineation that, it is perfect for an opsimath like me.

And, I got it for only £10 reduced from £30, at The Works – discount store on Long Row in Nottingham City Centre.

As to whether I’ll live long enough to ever finish reading it, I don’t know. Hehehe! As I awaited the threatening onslaught of the third evacuation, I pondered on this thought. I decided that the cleverly manipulated changes in human behaviour, conduct, demeanour, outlook and accepted protocols, is of benefit to the elderly. Who surely must feel less bothered about snuffing it, seeing the madness of mankind, cruelty, lack of empathy and greed getting worse all the time? This train of thought, cheered me up a bit. I got side-tracked again there, sorry.

WD 51.0.0 The third evacuation arrived, less of it, but even wetter than the first two of the day! Nuff said again!

The tummy continues to emit warning signals, even now. The odd rumbling session and occasional little stabs, of mild discomfort. I fear things may be on the move yet again soon. Where the heck is it all coming from! I hope I will be able to get to the surgery tomorrow for the blood test and doctors visit.

Went on the TFZer Facebook page.

7Sun10Feeling peckish, so got a breakfast prepared. Chips, bits of Polish Pork Boczek, beetroot, tomatoes and onions.

Watched a YouTube Dvd while eating it. I nearly ate it all.

Went on CorelDraw to another try at getting some page header graphics done.

Managed to get a few done before Dizzy Dennis called again. I must mention this to the doctor in the morning.

Zombielike I just sat feeling sorry for myself…. fell asleep so early… but I needed it I think if only to escape the discomfort I was feeling.

Sister Jane rang. Not sure what was said. I do recall telling her of the side-effects of the Furosemide, I think.


Photographic Tour of Woodthorpe Grange Tropical House, enjoyed by Inchcock yesterday


I really did enjoy my hobble out to the Tropical Garden, yesterday

There were some plants and flowers without any signs of details on them of what they were called etc. But the beauty of them needed recording on on my camera, I thought.

I added some nature photographs taken on my walk to the park as well. Bootiful!

7Sun23On the way there, I was pleased with this one. Catching the leaves in the wind!


Nearly lost my feet in the rain-soaked soft mud under the leaves. Hehe!


Entering the small garden



Unidentified plant?



Unidentified plant?


Unidentified plant?


Goldfish and carp in the pond

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. TTFN.

Winwood Heights Pictorial Progress Report – October 12th 2018


Frank, about to throw me out after letting me using his kitchen windows to take the photographs for this Pictorial Progress Report! Hehehe! – Joking.

Winwood Heights Pictorial Progress Report

The State of the Courts from out on Chestnut Walk today, when I nipped down and out into the wind.

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From Jenny & Franks bedroom overlooking Woodthorpe Park

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From Jenny’s Kitchen Window – Extra Care Unit

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Thanks to Jenny and Frank for permitting me to bother them and use their windows in pursuit of my photographicalisationing!

Inchcock Today: Social Day Trip out to Skegness


Saturday 18th August 2018

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 18 Lùnastal 2018

0330hrs: After laying awake for hours, I rose out of the second-hand £300 rattling vintage recliner. Got the medical stuff needed for today.

0645hrs: I started to update and finished yesterdays post.


Health Checks were done, not being able to do the midday one with being out in Skeggy, I’ll just repeat the morning one.


Went on TFZer Facebook for a while. Then got the things collated that I’ll need on the trip.

0905hrs: I was just leaving the flat with my bag, and the landline rang, it was Jenny to see if I was on my way to the bus, bless her.

On the way down, Hippy Hilda started to give me real jip, damn it. Got down and was greeted with the cram-packed minibus holding my fellow tenants and Jenny doing her organisationalisationing to her usual trusty high-standard.

I was positioned next to Jenny’s Frank and in a window seat. Much of the journey was taken up by my trying and failing to get into a position in the place that was less painful, but there was no escaping the agony of every sharp turn, braking, and pothole we went over, upsetting Hippy Hilda who let me know her displeasure. Tsk!

The observational and corrective powers of Jenny came to the fore when we stopped for a fifteen-minute-toilet break as we got close to Skegness. Jenny told me to move to her seat, a single one, where I would not keep catching Hippy Hilda and have more room to stretch my legs, and she would sit in my place next to Frank. A fantastic woman, she’d worked out what I was suffering with and arranged for it to be solved! ♥

A much less painful journey there now, and coming back. Thanks, Jenny.

The driver had brought the gal who was one of the L9 drivers along. Lovely to see her again. They dropped a couple of tenants off in Ingoldmells, and the rest of us in Skeggy on North Parade01 Arrival. Jenny organised the evacuation of the bus. 1600hrs return to the same spot to be collected. Hehe!

I followed Jenny and Frank, with the intention of using their knowledge of the best fish and chip shop to go to. But they soon lost me in the crowds. I could not keep up with them. Haha!

So, abandoned, I decided to go to the promenade and the beach instead. I saw an opportunity to try and do one of the panoramic camera shots of near the clock tower.

wHOOPS And what a mess it turned out to be. Hehehe! I suppose I should have known not to try it with all the moving traffic? Klutz! Rather a funny result though, don’t you think?

02 XPanorama

02 BeachAThinking I had just taken a masterpiece of photography (Huh!), I made my way down on towards the beach.

Hippy Hilda was much more comfortable now, although the plates-of-meat had started stinging a little earlier in the day than I would have liked them to have done.

I spent a long time wandering around the beach observing the antics and actions of the other holidaymakers. I got pleasure from seeing the kids enjoying themselves, and the donkeys, of course, I always feel sorry for them, they always seem to be so sad?


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09 PromAn hour or so later, after my beach visit was completed, I struggled through the sand back to the promenade, where pony rides were returning.

I was impressed with how well looked-after, content and well shoed the ponies were. Their clip-clopping sounds took me back to my younger years when so many of these ponies and horses were still in use, and cobbled streets were still available.

Took the midday medications with some of the bottled water. Got some funny looks from the revellers as I put the so many tablets down my gullet. Hehehe!

I then went to go on a shopping expedition, determined to get some of the nougats I like so, but cannot seem to get in Nottingham anymore. And anything that took my fancy, too! Haha!


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As I plodded down the road, I searched for some nougat in shops along the way. First one offered £2 each, three for a fiver. The next retailer, straight £2 a piece. The following retailer was charging at £2.50 each. So I trudged back the first shop and got three for a pound. That done, I could concentrate on finding other gems and bargains.

At Kirks Butchers and delicatessen, I went in for a muse around. They had some shop baked large Pork Pie with cheese and pickle at £4.50, I think it was. The pastry looked dark, crisp almost shortcrust-like. I risked it and bought one, along with a small loaf of sliced farmhouse bread. Read further on about the palatableness, savouriness, and enjoyability ratings after I’d had a nibble of a bit of the pie.

I spent an inordinately long time going into and searching shops, for no other reason but to forage and explore for a bargain.

As I eventually walked back, along the other side of the road, visiting many stores and got to the end of the street, I called in the last shop.

Noughat Blow me down and fuddleplums! They were selling the same nougat bars at four for a fiver!

Naturally, this Putz here bought four of them.

So now, I’m taking enough nougat bars home with me, without the slightest chance of living long enough to get them all eaten!

To make things worse, I picked up a bar of Clotted Cream Fudge by mistake for a nougat bar. Tsk! Still, I can put it in the nibble box for when the Social Hours start going again. Plonker!

I went to look for a place to sit down and have a nibble and drink of water from my bottle. The benches along the roadway were occupied, so I went on the front toad and had a look down there. Aha! Spotted an old-fashioned divided cubicle seating box, without a single person sat in it!


Please note, that I didn’t take the photo above, I got it from the web the following morning when I came to make this blog. It did not look in the least bit like the above when I photographed it, this is what I saw, and decided not to take a seat there after all.


Skeggy has many similarities to Nottingham. The Street Art, the lack of Policemen (Didn’t see one all day) and dangerous disability scooter drivers and pavement cyclists!

So, I stood leaning on a balcony and got the water bottle and nibbled a bit of the pork pie crust. Blooming marvellous taste! This made me try a pieced of the inside. Even better! I have to admit, I have never eaten any pork Pie with a better tasting pastry. And this includes the Melton visit when I got a Melton Mowbray pie, and any Pork Farm Pies I’ve tried. By gum, I’ll have to come to the coast each week now when I fancy a pork pie and want the best! Hehehe!

I wandered down to the central amusement grounds and got some photographs of the people enjoying themselves.


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12Rides01This one looked like it was a bit scary to go on. I noted the way that the blokes tried to look nonchalant and calm to impress their partners. Haha!

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Having seen enough of these young, fit people without hearing aids and with partners and family, I departed and went to the water chute, to take some photographs of the participants coming down the chutes.


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I was tired out now and imagined the others would be the same. I was hobbling to the pick-up point and saw Jenny, Frank, and one of the trippers from our party sat at an al-fresco alcoholic imbibing table. I joined them, and we had a good old-fashioned chinwag.

I’d had a good day, and appreciated that Hippy Hilda had given me rest after a bad start. 14WTripBut that is because of Jenny’s thoughtfulness and planning.

The bus arrived, I got settled into the single seat allocated to me by Jenny, and commenced nodding-off and waking again, then off into napping mode.

I did get woken-up by just one stab from Hippy Hilda, but this helped me to take this, what turned out to be a decent shot of the sky as the minibus took us all on our way home.

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I’m afraid, I had to say a quick cheerio to them all, as the wet warm sensation appeared in the lower regions. Boy, I was lucky the blood didn’t flow earlier on the bus, that would have been embarrassing! I felt a bit guilty rushing off after such a good outing.

When I got in the flat and wet room, oh, heck! Things must have been bleeding for hours to get the PP’s so drenched. Somehow I hadn’t noticed? I put this down to my being concentrating on Skeggy’s attractions? Had to do a bit of softening before I could remove the PP’s. Being so tired this got me irritable. But it was not as bad as I thought, and cleaning up, medicating and recovering went very well. Had a wash and then got the clothes off and jammies on.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. I had to consult with the notes I’d made about the change in dosages, and I very nearly stupidly injected a Clexane hypodermic into my tummy, it was close, but I realised in time. Phew!

16PieGot some nosh hurriedly prepared, without any cooking involved, I was so weary.

A piece or pieces of the pork pie, gherkins and tomatoes. Bootiful!

Tired as I was, I ate the lot.

Gave this one Flavour Rating of 9.55/10!

Almost a WH01ba free day too!

Got settled and no TV tonight, just sat down and drifted off to sleep! Ah, sigh!


TFZer Food Related Funny Graphics

TFZer Food Related Funny Graphics – Wot I dun

The first 2 are of TFZers who ar poorly and need our best wishes.

The next 20 or so are new, just completed. The other are old ones to view again and hopefully raise a smile or two for me and you! Hehe!

♥- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – -♥

New Ones



Older Ones to smile over (I hope)





Gerry’s Photographicalisational Poddle Around a Wet Nottingham City Centre

Arrived in the City Centre on Upper Parliament Street

Wonderful mix of old & new

Walked up Heathcoat Street.


The beautiful design from Watson Fothergill, the designer genius building with protective fencing?


Perhaps these amazing depictions were dangerous?


Nottingham Street Art near the Private Cinema come theatre.

Onto Goosegate and up and left into Fletcher Gate.


The Trams with the Fare Dodgers all ready to mount the next tram coming along. They are very busy these chaps and gals and usually work in fours!


Old and new Nottingham side by side.

Down Bottle Lane, another mixture of buildings.


To Bridlesmith Gate and on to St Peter’s Gate.


The Church still going strong.

I popped into M&S to look for some clothing but came out empty handed.

Along back up to Clinton Street.


The rain came again


This did not upset these gals.


A few caught out with no brolly.


Nottinghamians checking out any unsecured building in between shoplifting and mugging? Hehehe! Only joking!


Out of Clumber St, back onto Upper Parliament Street to catch the bus home.

Thu 30 July 2015: Inchcock Today: Bricklayer then Electrician arrives and does nowt!

Thursday 30th July 2015


00255hrs: Sprang awake, again to the tune of the fridge freezer clunking and whining away. It’ll blow-up one day I’m sure.


No memories of dreams although I feel I had many?

Feeling anxious for some reason. Remembered the bricklayers are coming to fill in the hole in the kitchen wall – this’ll be a fine mess I feel.


Cleared the stuff  from the bottom cupboard into bags.

Laptop on, made a cuppa and finished off yesterdays diary and posted it.

BetbirthDid some Facebooking in case I don’t get time later.


Also found a graphic of the TFZ gals that I missed off from posting with the others yesterday. Tsk!

By then it was time for me medications, DSCF0195so made another cuppa and took them with a swig of antacid medicine to help calm me ulcer down.


Got a wash and shave, too early for a bath cause the noise of the running water etc would disturb me neighbour.

All ready now I hope – not looking forward to having the hole done for one reason – having found a second hole at the bottom – more mayhem when and if they return later to do that one?

The chappie-man arrived and just like the two repair men before him who attended said something like “I can’t repair that today…” So that’s the maintenance man who said we need a bricklayer on this and arrange one – the bricklayer had now said he can’t do it, we need a carpenter to take out the cupboard, seal it up on the wall and bottom of the top cupboard and replace the cupboard! Good innit?

And I just went through agony stretching and bending to clear the damned cupboards out! Huh, Tsk and Soddit!

Pee’d off now as well as feeling low again!

Put me new cardigan on and found it too small – had I purchased the wrong size? I had a look… Yes I had. Even more wee’d off now!

I decided, spur of the moment jobbie  – to go to the old house and get some stuff and put some rubbish in the bins there. To alleviate me guilt at getting nowt done like.

I met Deana on the way out of the building – but a Nottingham City Homes maintenance man pushed in when I was going to ask her if she could phone the carpet shop for me to find out what’s happening with me order. But she wandered off with him to sort out the area of the disabled parking lot that needs tarmacking.

Really pissed off now – I got to the bus stop to catch a bus down the hill into Sherwood.

Met Norman there and we had a chin-wag… best we could manage anyway with us both being deaf like. Hehe! 

Dropped off in Sherwood and walked into Carrington, getting in the flea-pit just as the rain started.

Several letters on the mat collected, some togs, cleaners, books, cushion and odd bits soon filled the bags. Took some rubbish out.

Got a phone call from Nottingha City Home Works department telling me they would be calling to  ‘Have a look at my Air-vent problems on Monday 10th August between 0800 > 1200hrs.

Then remembered that the Nottingham City Homes chap was due 1230 > 1600 hrs to mend the heater in the kitchen – quickly made me way with the bags to the bus-stop. (Bless the Pensioners free-bus-pass time again).

Dropped off in Sherwood and go to the bus-stop to catch bus back up to the flats.

Blow me a lady spoke with me telling me the L9 is due at half past – and then Norman joined us in the shelter.

Do you know – I thought that was marvellous – the Lady from the flats recognising me when I got to the bus-shelter. It took the edge off me Whoopsiedangleplops I’d had earlier.

IMG_0115We caught the bus to the flats and I got in about 1230hrs – hoping the heater repair man had not called when I was out.


Opened the letters I’d brought back from the dump.

The first one was from the three Labour Councillors informing me that the Pirates Park (Kids area) in Carrington had got looking a bit under the weather lately.

IMG_0116I’m not surprised, anyone going near that place is in danger of being mugged by the kids!

Hope you can read the paragraph inviting me to attend the park on Tuesday 4th August 2015.

I thought it was hilarious.

IMG_0117There was a Gas-bill informing me that my Bill was in Credit to the tune of £362.17. y my new monthly payment would be £15.00

My Electricity Bill informing me I owed them £196.03, and my new monthly payment would be £105.00 

* A letter from the post office telling me how when I’m 70 in August they can offer me a Special Deal on Life insurance. 

* A letter from the Royal Insurance telling me how when I’m 70 in August they can offer me a Special Deal on Life insurance. (Two).

* A letter from Tesco telling me how when I’m 70 in August they can offer me a Special Deal on Life insurance. (Three of three)

* The Pools offering me 5000 bonus points if I start doing the Pools again.

A letter from a work Agency offering inviting me to apply for a job in Huddersfield that meets my criteria – as a ‘Problem Wrangler’? The first and only one I have received from them since signing with them in 2004!

I added the repair men calling to my Goggle diary.

Shredded the * marked letters.


I thought about putting all the stuff back into the cupboard and sorting the stuff I’d brought from the house – but decided not to. It’s going to be a pig-sty when they rip out the old cupboards anyway, so I might as well get used to it now. Well… maybe not eh?

Got the oven heating up ready for me potaotes to be baked.

Soaked me plastic hearing-aid inserts ready for de-coking later.

Put the tatties int oven and had the cheese, salt, black pepper and oregano ready fer when I burn missen emptying out the flesh and mixing it all up before putting em back in the oven to brown off.

Might have er… let’s have a look what I’ve got in…

Ah, I’ll have me three Turkey hot dog sausages methinks.

Checked emails and a quick bash on Graphicalisationing – a bonus ’cause I didn’t think I’ve have time with the hole in the wall repairs being done – that are now not being bricked up after all.

Ain’t life complicated?

IMG_0118The Nottingham City Homes electrician then arrived to, I thought, replace the pull-string switch on the heater I can’t afford to use anyway on the kitchen wall.

He decided it was kaput and condemned it.

So I now await another appointment to arrive to tell me when the new one will be installed. Oh dear, will it never end!

Moved the bags of things I’d taken out of the cupboards into the front storage room.

What a pickle I’m in.