Inchcock Today – Friday 3rd August 2018: Mini-hobble, glasses collected, got some interesting photos and the plates-of-meat are now agony! Hehe!

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Friday 3rd August 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 3 Αυγούστου 2018

0450hrs: I woke, late in the morning for me, and had terrible dysania. The brain being determined for some reason, to toy over and permute the needs and fears of the day and its challenges. While seemingly determined, despite the signs of a wee-wee presenting itself, to remain there, bedraggled, half-in-half-out of the £300 second-hand recliner, without the slightest interest in getting up?

The lightness coming in through the unopenable filthy new balcony window and the decaying hole-ridden curtains was of no encouragement. The uhtceare was winning the inner battle over abandoning the chair or not.

After a long while pondering and fretting, without any discernable decisions being attained, I was forced to get my body-mass, (And there is more of it now, than ever before – See Weight – Oh dear!) upright without any ailments bothering me. Off to the wet room for a wee-wee.

I seemed to cheer-up a tad after that and went into the kitchen to take the medications and get the Health Checks done.

5Fri005aAs I put the light on, the reflection from the dirty cellophaned windows, with my own reflection bouncing back at me, then gave me the thought, to photograph it for posterity. Hehe!

I reckon the right window could have been accepted in the Tate, as a work of art!

Picasso would have been proud of it. Hehe!

I had to nip back to the Porcelain Throne, and the stomach innards rumbled suddenly, then activity ensued. I made it in time, though. Washed and returned to do the Health Checks again. Readings were mostly up this morning, including, I regret to say, the weight! So much for eating smaller low-calorie ready-made meals and getting exercise in! Humph!

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5Fri001I found a letter in the hallway.

From the doctor’s surgery. Telling me to ring them after 1100hrs to make a 15-minute appointment with the nurse, for the annual CHD checks. Have nothing to drink other than water from 10.00 pm the previous evening.

Take medication as normal.

Take a Urine Sample with you.

The line: ‘Make an early morning appointment’ made me laugh out loud! Every time I request an appointment I ask for an early one. Just once, I got an early one; July 2015 it was. Humph!

5Fri002Still feeling a little lighter in spirits, I started to create this blog up to here.

Made a brew of Assam tea.

Then, finished off yesterday’s Inchcock Today and got it sent off to WordPress.

I pondered over the things that need doing today.

  • I have to ask someone to ring after 1100hrs to the doctors to make an appointment for the CDH tests. Or, call at the surgery and make it that way. With the weight increasing a little extra exercise might help?
  • I must get to the opticians to find out when the new glasses will be ready.

There was another thing I thought of as I was typing, but it seems to have escaped me. Klutz!

Time to get the ablutions done. All sorted. One bag of waste to the rubbish chute. I got the Morrison freebie Hi-energy drink in the carrier to treat the helpful lady at the glasses shop. Down 5Fri006and outside, fingers crossed I’d not forgot to take anything with me.

More materials being delivered to the New Extra Care block compound.

Took a photograph as I crossed over Chestnut Walk and up the gravel hill footpath up towards Woodthorpe Grange Park.

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It was a grand morning out there this morning. The sun was going in occasionally, but mostly out and bright.

All of the waste bins in the park were overflowing.

The last one near the gate was the worst one.

5Fri006bOnto Mansfield Road and up the hill and down on my way to the Opticians.

I met and greeted a couple of people I knew on the walk to the Optometrist.

I introduce myself to the lady on the reception disk. They had a little bit of a palava finding my spectacles. But they did so in the end. I handed the energy drink to the lady, who seemed pleased and surprised.

A gentleman fitted my with the new spectacles and took the £272 for them. I thanked 5Fri007them and pressed on, wearing the new varifocals.

Unfortunately with the plates-of-meat already hurting me, on towards Carrington.

Near the Methodist Church, I spotted this pigeon on the pelican control lights. At the time, I’m sure I came up with a funny or witty comment to put on here when I posted it. But, the brains memory box let me down again! Humph!

5Fri008Over the hill and down towards the Sherrington Park Medical Practice.

Stopping, to take this shot of the garden with the beautiful flowers, and view of Mansfield Road.

WCplasterA Sadly, as I got underneath the trees sticking out over the pavement further along the road in this picture, I came across this 5Fri009sorrowful sight on the right. This chic, I assumed had been thrown out by a cuckoo. Or its mother, or else it was blown or fell out of the nest. Whichever, it saddened me to see it.

I entered the surgery and waited for an assistant to become free.

WCplasterA The lady waiting behind me seemed a little uptight as she waited, so I told her to go ahead in front of me, as I was in no rush. All I got for my bother was a tut and a semi-sneer? But I didn’t mind on this occasion. The poor gal did look to be in an agitated frame of mind, something was worrying her.

The receptionist struggled to find my details on the computer. However, she did sort it out all on her own. She gave me an appointment for Monday 20th August at 0830hrs. Apparently, she was another new receptionist,  as this was only the second time I’d got an early appointment for over a year now. Hehe!

Out into the sunshine and hobbled (The feet were so painful) down into Carrington and nipped into the paper shop and got some pens. Then out and to the Lidl store. Where I got some lemon & lime spring water, seasoned potato slices, Cumberland mini-sausages, Scarlet tomatoes and a loaf of bread. Paid in the self-serve area without any problems.

Went to the bus stop, and realised it was not good timing today. If I caught a but back into Sherwood, it would mean I’d either have a 40-minute wait for an L9 bus back up the hill to the flats, or I could walk into Sherwood and catch the L9? After some consideration. I decided walking back to Sherwood was the best option, as that walk up the incredibly steep up Winchester Hill would take more out of me, and set off Anne Gyna. See? I can make and take decisions sometimes! Hehe!

5Fri011So, I hobbled back along Mansfield Road on the other side of the road.

Near the chip shop, the communal waste bins didn’t-half-stink!

Being Nottinghamians that use this facility, it was mostly wine, beer, and spirit bottles, that mingled with the rotting take-away waste.

5Fri011aAbout a third of the way, I was making decent progress.

When this mother and toddler passed by me. The little one kept looking back at me and smiling, but with a puzzled look on her face, bless her.

I failed to understand why, but she had such a cute smile. Haha!

5Fri012WCplasterA As I got to the Haydn Road/Mansfield Road traffic light junction, a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, wearing an Asda (Walmart) reflective jacket nearly hit me. Tsk!

The plates-of-meat agony was really even worse now.

I still had time to spare as I approached the bus stop.

5Fri013The Sherwood Discount (As was) shop, has still not been reopened by any new retailer yet. I suppose that seeing so many other closed retail units nearby would put anyone off!

I went into the Wilko store but didn’t buy anything.

I could see a new piece of official Nottinghamian Street Art near the al fresco 5Fri014seats of the cafe.

Definitely a teapot design this one. Further down the road, there was cup-cake fashioned one.

Back up limpingly to the bus stop.

I was joined by a lady and her other half from the flats. Gave them a nibble and we had a chinwag.

When we arrived back on Chestnut Walk, it was utter mayhem. So much traffic that was delivering to Willmott Dixon or trying to find somewhere to park or unload.

Jenny’s Frank caught we three up, and we made our way to the flats and into the lift.

We had a right good mix-up with the floor buttons pressed willy-nilly. Hahaha!

I said my farewells as each got off at their floor.

5Fri015Got in the flat, took the medications with an extra Codeine Phosphate to help counter the grief the feet were giving me. But, I thought, perhaps the extra exercise would help me with the weight problem. Got on the scale, but it hadn’t. Sob!

Then I got the appointments recorded in the calendar. Had a wee-wee, washed-up and got the fodder stored away.

Not been a bad day really. Apart from the plates-of-meat.

The new spectacles are working fine. The reading one with the larger lenses is easier to use when on the computer, than the old prescription ones were.

Perhaps just a little loose fitting, but they do not fall down the nose. So using them for so many hours at a time, this might prove beneficial?

Got the oven warming ready for the potatoes and beef pastie later.

I got on to update this post. Did the last Health Checks earlier than usual, had another wee-wee and got the meal cooking proper.

5Fri016All this hobbling is bothering the feet, and yet not halting the ever-increasing weight problem I have now?

I nodded off while the fodder was cooking. Only for a minute or so, but during that time I seemed to have several distinctly different dreams. With varying themes, too.

I’m glad I wrote them down now.

From travelling on a train in a goods wagon and being chased, being beheaded while in a dentist chair while having a shave, and finally back in the much-repeated underground cave, with bits of my body dropping off, as I searched for my hearing aids?

5Fri35Time to serve up the nosh.

A beef pastie, tomatoes, gherkins, savoury seasoned sliced potatoes, mushrooms, mini-sausages and meat sticks.

Some ingredients of this nosh were brilliant, others not so good. Overall, a Taste Rating of only 5/10 could be given. The pastie and tomatoes let it down. Hehe!

Settled to watch, Animal Police, The Dog Whisperer and then Hetty Wainthrope Investigates on the TV.

They had afew nod-offs in between, and I missed the ending of Hetty Waintrope. Grr! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 2nd May 2018: Waterlogged, sopping wet, macerated and bedraggled in the rain. Huh!

Wednesday 2nd May 2018

Somalian: Arbacada 2aad May 2018

00315hrs: Woke up once again annoyed with my knowing that I had been dreaming, but with no clue as to what it was about. I checked the notepad, but no scribbling on it. Humph!

Then, it dawned on me how turbulent and eruptive the innards felt. They were almost bubbling with little not-really-painful, but irritating stabbings.

I withdrew my bulk from the £300 second-hand recliner and went off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks. I was pleased to note that I had not left the tap or stove on. Sad innit?

3Wed01

3Wed02Made a small mug of tea and utilised the sphygmomanometer.

The readings looked fine to me today.

I was glad that the pulse had gone up a bit at last.

I caught a glimpse of the mush in the mirror.

3Wed04The Spotty Maldooners were still on my chubby, dimpled face cheeks. But again like yesterday, they did not seem so raw or bright.

I found two little spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose. Very tiny, at first I thought they were new spots coming up until I touched one of them? No pain with them at all?

I remembered today at 1005hrs, I had the blood test with the nurse at the surgery. I went to make sure that the DVT REcord Card was in the jacket pocket. After a bit of grubbling, I found it in the inside pocket. Phew! I certainly did not want to forget it again, and get the “You pathetic 3Wed03old fool!” look from the nurse.

WDP001 I made up next weeks dosage pot trays. Stored them away in the drawer, then realised I’d missed off the Naproxen! What a Nebech!

So I got them out again and corrected my grayz. Feh!

WDP001 Then, the volatile innards violently vented into a movement! I think it might have been a great laugh for anyone who could have seen my farcical attempt to get to the Porcelain Throne in time. Picture a cartoon of a plump little man walking and keeping his legs crossed to get to the wet room without having an accidental evacuation – which in turn squashed his fungal lesion and started that bleeding. The idiot even managed to knock over a waste bin, spilling out the contents and stubbing his toe on the door frame on his panic-filled flustered hobble to the life-saving toilet!

The Throne session release was a great relief. Of course, it was a messy one, all the same, so needed cleaning up afterwards. Then, Little Inchies Lesion now warranted the need for the same and medicationalisationing. The stubbed toe was still stinging. But the old man pressed on, wiped the contact areas with his antiseptic disinfectant-sheets, washed his dandies and returned to the kitchen to pick up the rubbish he’s strewn all over the floor when he kicked over the waste bin earlier.

WDP001 This was when he hit his shoulder on the countertop while 3Wed06getting back up with great difficulty, after bending to retrieve the contents of the bin from the floor.

Although it didn’t need to, my EQ informed me that this was not going to be a good day!

It was now drizzling and the morning had actually got darker over the last hour or so.

A foreboding of unpleasant weather in the offering, do you think?

I took a photo from inside (Bottom one) and then one from outside of the window.

Then got one with finishing the Tuesday post. Eventually, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I worked that I must start doing the ablutions at 0700hrs, so no shower this morning, just when I could have done with one to freshen up from the earlier medical problems too! Tsk!

3Wed05Made a beautiful medium mug of Breakfast tea.

Then started this post off.

Rushing things a bit, and making so many errors and losing time correcting them. I stopped working on the blog and had a short while creating page top material for use later.

Rushed off to do the ablutions.

3Wed07Readied myself, and off I poddled to see if Cathy was in the Obergruppefhuresesses hut yet, to ask about the plastering process.

I was greeted on leaving through the lobby doors, by the pestering persistent precipitation and sharp winds.

I opened the very expensive so-called ‘Storm-Proof’ umbrella. Fingers crossed on this score!

3Wed08Then, I waded through the puddles and down to the Temporary Brigadeführeresses Wardens Nerve-Centre and Social Shed.

There were two workmen having breakfast. I place two iced lollies in the fridge for Dean and Julie.

Gefreiteress Warden Julie joined us. And I explained about my going out. Julie said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what she said). Hehe! True!

Dell-Boy Jaz said: (I have been barred by ‘The Management’ to say what he said).

Said my farewells, of out into the rain3Wed09.

As I hobbled down Winchester Street Hill the stream of rainwater was making its way down to Mansfield Road at a reasonable rate of knots.

WDP001 As I crossed over the road, my being careful about the traffic, enabled me to fill my left shoe with rain. Tsk!

3Wed10As I was cutting though Mansfield Street then up Marshall Street onto Mansfield Road, a slight detour was needed before crossing the road.

WDP001 As I started to walk up the A60 to Carrington and the surgery, I could feel the clothing on my back, and the trousers were squelching as I moved.

So much for the waterproof trousers, I’d 3Wed11bought!

WDP001 I caught my first spray of water from a bus as it passed by.

I lost interest in avoiding the rest of them that came my way on the hobble when this first one part filled the carrier bag getting stuff soaked a bit. I know had the right shoe filled with water.

3Wed12WDP001 After I took this photo and had got to the top of the incline on this stretch of road, two more sprays of water had been received. Both feet were waterlogged, the ‘waterproof’ trouser bottoms up to about a foot or so were sodden through. And I was well fed-up!

Up and over the crest and down into Carrington.3Wed12b

With macerated feet, I got in the surgery passageway and did my best to shake off the wet and put the brolly in the bag.

Bedraggled, I entered and waited for a receptionist, any of the three of them at the back huddled over a computer would do for me. None approached me, so I went to sit down – this was not a good idea, but I could not stand up all the time. I was in a right pickle. I could even feel the PPs with their absorbed water being squashed out as I settled down in the chair.

I managed to save the crossword book from getting a drenching and began to do some puzzles. One of the receptionists came to each patient and gave us information updating form to fill in. I did not recognise any of the three girls, so I asked this one if she was aware of my name and my presence to see the nurse. I got a muffled reply and a scowl very nearly worthy of Lidl staff.

I filled in the form and took it to the reception, but again, no staff were at the desk, back at the computer. So I left in on the counter and returned to my crossword book; after an uncomfortable sitting down. Squelching and running rainwater within some regions of my anatomy. Nervous, apprehensive and unpleasant sensations arose!

Luckily, I had a good session in on the crosswords. Fair enough, I didn’t get any of them actually completed, but I must have worried one or two them. Hahaha!

WDP001 Suddenly it dawned on me; it was half-an-hour beyond my appointment time! As I fretted that the receptionist had not booked me in – Nurse Ann appeared calling my name. I got the bag and followed her into the treatment room, explaining as we went along (While I thought of it), about the spots of bleeding on the bridge of the nose, and the blemishes. Within perhaps one second, she replied; “Keep your eye on them. We’ve been rushed here, you wouldn’t believe how busy!” That threw me off track with the things I wanted to mention to her, altogether.

After she took the blood and told me to hold my finger on it, she went into the other half of the room onto the computer. I did talk about getting soaked in the weather. She said she was nipping out and would be back in a while, keep pressing on the vein.

She returned and stuck a plaster on the wound and taped some cotton wool on. She did look a little agitated. I gave her some nibbles and departed, I left a bag of bites on the reception counter for the support team – I had no choice, cause again, there was no staff manning it.

3Wed14Brolly up and out into the surgery car park, to be greeted once again by the persistent rain.

WDP001 As I walked down Mansfield Road to the Lidl store, I felt beyond caring as I got yet another soaking leaving me sodden wet through.

I bought two cheesy cobs, some small tomatoes, some pork shoulder slices and seasoned sliced potatoes. When I got to the self-serve tills, the lad who was so helpful last week, just stood there glaring at me. He’s soon settled into the Lidl mindset and psyche, bless him.

3Wed15Out and to the bus stop, to catch in back into Sherwood.

After a few minutes waiting and the bus travel back was dry. Tsk! 

I had to sit on one of the side-saddle seats again. But no bother today, as Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were giving me a welcome breather this morning.

3Wed16Bad timing, though, I just missed the connection with the L9 bus. But, the rain was definitely getting less and less, turning back into the regular of late, on-off showers.

I walked up and over the hill and turned right into Woodthorpe Grange Park. A few dogs were walking their owners as I limped (The feet had got so soft with being marinated in rainwater, they were hurting now) up to the top and turned 3Wed17right onto the footpath that leads down the gravel footpath straight opposite the flat’s foyer doors.

I made another detour to avoid the muddy swamp at the top.

The tree copse still looked very sparse and thinly thicketed. I’m getting impatient to see it back in its full radiant glory.

3Wed18I carefully made my way down the path onto Chestnut Walk.

Then to the social hut, and explained to Obergruppenfurheress Deana that I will not be able to get to see Cathy as arranged. Adding about the state of my clothing and me needing a little attention and drying out. Haha!

I said I’d hope to speak with her in the morning at the Social Hour.

The rain had virtually stopped now, just the odd sprinkling coming down. Made my way back to the apartment.

I noticed the stolen fire extinguishers had not been returned to the foyer or lift lobby. Tsk!

First things first, a wee-wee. Then I did the Health Checks, some a little high. I put this down to the rain-soaked walking I’d done. Sys 169 – Dia 79 – Pulse 92 – Temp 32.2.

3Wed19I put the food away and got the crock-pot on to cook the pork shoulder slices on a low setting. Got oven warming for the potato to be baked later.

Had to get the Clothes Airer out to dry the jacket out. Kept turning it over and feeling for damp patches that needed attention.

Got the trousers off, and put them on the towel 3Wed20airer in the hall.

Then I got a wash and changed into the jammy bottoms.

The legs began to stiffen and give pain, then belatedly, Hippy Hilda joined in. Had a gargle with TCP to counter a sore throat that’s coming on. Then the shivers started, so I put on the dressing gown as well. The stabbing (Almost like electric shocks?) pains from the lower back thought they would play as well then!

3Wed21I nearly got caught by the workmen on the outside hoist, showing me wearing me PP’s when I went into the spare room to get my jammy bottoms. Despite all the hassle of these upgrading works, it does give us a laugh now and then!

Remembered to put the spud in the oven, checked the slow cooker, the meat and veg were nearly ready. So I threw it away and put some of the sliced seasoned potatoes in instead. I did this because the spud would not be cooked by the time the meat and veg were overcooked. I checked the drying jacket and trews, which were okay now, so I hung them up.

Then began to update this blog.

3Wed23Feeling a bit like I was about to come down with a cold, I took extra paracetamol with the evening medications.

I didn’t want to take any more extra codeine, as I think I’ve imbibed a couple of extra ones in the last few days. I know the acetaminophen is nowhere as effective as the Codeine Phosphate, but I don’t want to become addicted.

3Wed24I went to check on the food again and observed that the rain had stopped altogether now.

The view was so beautiful, and when I opened the window to take these shots with the new Lumix. I have to say that the petrichor was as pleasant a smell as I have ever had.

I then went to the WordPress Reader, to catch up on others works.

Just got a phone call from a bloke, asking if he can speak to someone I didn’t know. I told him nobody of that name lives here. He apologised and asked if I could supply the first line of the address to confirm. I said a firm ‘No!’ The bloke then said he will remove this number from the system???

I went on Facebooking. But the system only allowed me a few minutes before it started going dead slow, so I exited and got the nosh prepared.

3Wed221700hrs: Feeling a bit rough and weary now.

Got the nosh, and listened to Herbert upstairs banging and clanging away. Only a short session, mind.

I did take a picture of the nosh, but somehow this one was mysteriously and or supernaturally removed from the camera card and off into the ether, as well as many more have recently. After consultations, Tim and I agree, it must be the Woodthorpe Court Aliens or Ghosts. Hehe!

The shivers and cramps in hands and legs had a bash at me for a while. As soon as they ceased, I was off into the land of nod.

WDP001 Waking a couple of times coughing, slipping back into slumber, before having to exit the recliner for a wee-wee. Being half-asleep still, somehow I didn’t notice that the food tray was on my stomach as I rose. Had the wee-wee, then cleaned up the mess on the carpet and chair. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 24th January 2018: Confused mind, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Soaked in the rain, Wind moved fence and hit me on the head, Fire Alarm problems… lots of photos!

Wednesday 24th January 2018

 Hungarian: 2018. Január 24., Szerda

0100hrs: I woke and awaited the brain to join me. The ramblings, musings and confused thoughts arrived with a smattering of common sense mixed in there somewhere; hidden in with the bewilderingly chaotic fusion of almost psychedelic-like ideas, ranging from the poignant and epigrammatical to the intimidating and formidable uncontrollable irrational worries. I think there was a hint of lyssophobia in there somewhere too. These insights and anxieties seemed to melt into the ether quite quickly, and were replaced with just this one – I must get to the Porcelain Throne post- haste! Tsk! Which I did.

Oh, what a performance. Extracting my lumbering-body out of the £300 second-hand recliner was relatively pain-free, and completely accifauxpa free. Getting to the wet room was swiftly achieved without any toe stubbing or Dizzy Dennis’s. Whipping down the Protection Pants in haste to get seated and the evacuation process going. I pulled the pad from where Little Inchies lesion had bled in the night and then dried hard. This caused the blood to flow and splatter over my legs, the floor, the WC bowl and the accoutrements on the floor cabinet (Kitchen towels, toilet rolls, medical creams etc.) and sprayed over the opened pack of Protection Pants! This was not a good start, I thought to myself.

I got seated, and the Trotsky Terence affected evacuation followed. More mess to clean up! By the time I’d got things freshened sorted and cleaned up, it was 0130hrs!

Off to the kitchen to get the sphygmomanometer, thermometer, Enoxaparin hypodermic, creams, lotions and medications out to do the Health Checks and take the tablets.

Made a brew using an Olde English Extra Strong tea bag.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The pulse seems to be getting a little higher this week. I don’t think that is a bad thing, it proves that the battery in the aorta valve is still working at least. Hehe!

0155hrs: I set about updating yesterday’s diary.

0420hrs: Got the Tuesday post finished and posted off, at last. By gum, that tool along time to get done.

Got this one started and got up to here on it at 0520hrs!

Sorted the nibble bags out for hopefully, Nurse Nichole and the staff for when I have the blood test later today.

Went to make another brew. The winds were howling a little outside. I opened the window to have a peep out and take a photograph.

            A mistake that!

The flipping high winds blew it as I began to open the window and flung stuff all over the kitchen!

Thank heavens, the ‘Healing Time’ paintings that Patti from Orlando did for me when I was in the hospital getting the new mechanical ticker had only blown down onto the counter and not into the sink that was full of hot water and soap suds at the time! Kitchen towels, foil trays and instruction leaflets also got spread around too. Humph, what a clot I am!

0545hrs: The winds were really howling loud. I bet there are not many residents still asleep now.

I mustn’t forget to tend to the ablutions, no later than 0700hrs, or there will not be time to sort things out and get to the doctors on time for the blood test. I allow myself an hour for the walk there but usually manage it with a few minutes to spare. But this mornings wind and rain may delay me a bit. So an earlier start will be needed methinks.

An hour or so now, before showering time. I used it on Facebooking catch-up.

0640hrs: Had to leave Facebook and get the ablutions sorted. It’ll take longer today with having to tend to the you-know-what bleeding.

All went well with the purifications and decontaminationing. Hehe! Got the bag and paperwork sorted, and set off with the brolly, well wrapped up and the fur-lined hat that I bought last month that has ear covers. Of course, I won’t be able to hear anything, but it should be warm and keep the terrible wind out.

Rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. I was surprised at how well the hearing aids worked with the hat on. And although not waterproof, the thing is lovely and warm, also does keep out the wind I found. Got it from Primark for £4.99 if anyone is interested.

Set off out on the hobble to the Doctors surgery.

By gum, the wind was cruel! Some patches of the road and pavement still have bits of frost on it, despite it not being cold other than the wind. There’s a reason for this I know, but I don’t see it. Hehehe!

The rain started to belt down even fiercer now. I got to the end of Chestnut Walk and turned right down Winchester Street Hill. And it was heartbreaking when I noticed two small birds, one either side of the netting on the roadside. They were chirping loudly and trying to get to each other I think. They must have been blown out of the trees with their nest. Poor little darlings. They could or at least did not fly when I approached them, but they ran away very quickly into the grass and bushes. This put me on a downer.

Further down the hill, I crossed the road while there was a gap in the traffic.

As I crossed Hood Street on the left on the way to cut through Mansfield Street and onto Mansfield Road; As I looked left for any traffic approaching, this sight greeted me. For some reason it made me laugh? Haha!

Some thin white material, obviously blown by the high winds, had got itself entangled in a tree. I took three shots of it to give a better depiction. I wondered what the clothing was and where it had been carried from.

I kept limping along and got onto Mansfield Road and turned left to walk over the hill and down into Carrington.

Just beyond the railings on the left, I got my first dowsing from a bus that went through a puddle as it was level with me. The rain grew even more powerful.

I’d just over the crest of the hill and thought the view would make a half-decent moody-photo, perhaps. If I had taken it a few seconds later, I would have caught the estate type car hitting the back of the mini! Dang, just missed it. Never mind though.

When I got into Carrington proper, I saw this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist coming my way, and the traffic slowed down. I tried for another moody-photo effort. Which I’m sorry I did now.

For I got a massive drenching from a bus, that filled my bag with rainwater and soaked the trousers, shoes and socks! Tsk, Huh and Botherations!

I have to mention at this point, that Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald were all being sympathetic, benevolent and kind to me. I was doing well medically speaking. Only the plates-of-meat were really giving me any real bother. My EQ told me, this would not last for long.

Just a few hundred yards further on, the panel fencing on the old cricket ground was loose and blowing about in the wind. I saw this and was aware of it. But my just passing a massive puddle in the gutter, I turned and looked back to make sure that no buses were coming along… and panel blew out and hit me on the side of the head! I can now inform you, that the silly Primark hat with the ear-flaps offers pretty good protection again wayward planks of wood, too! Haha!

Got to the surgery and logged in with a new receptionist, who greeted me with a smile and asked my name. Gerald Chambers, I replied. She said; “Shingles? To see the specialist nurse? Your appointment isn’t until 1500hrs this afternoon Mr Charnley!” Int life confusing?  After I confirmed my name all was sorted, and I sat down and got the crossword book out – the now very wet crossword book, thanks to the puddles and buses en route to the medical practice. I put it back in the bag with hopes of drying it out later.

Seconds later, a new to me nurse came to collect me to take my blood. Where was Nurse Nichole? She was a cute little thing, and very helpful. She told me she’ll see me early as I’d arrived now, then I can go on my way and get home quicker. A lovely thought, but it would not work because I can’t use my bus pass until 0930hrs, but still, it was kind of her. She took the blood and afterwards there was no leaking at all. She kindly warned me that the rain was like a storm now, as I left.

I gave the bag of nibbles to the receptionist and went to leave the premises.

Well, the nurse was right, it was belting it down, and the winds continued without any lessening. I got the soaking brolly out of the rainwater filled bag, and bravely ventured out and hobbled to the Lidl shop.

The Fool!

As soon as I turned left on Mansfield Road, it happened again!

The bus you see in the distance had just given me another soaking.

I was beginning to get depressed. Hehehe!

I went to the store and intentionally took my time perusing around, in the hope that when I finished, the bus-pass would be valid to use. This proved expensive. Me, wandering around a food store is always likely to be a money-spending event. Tsk! I came out having spent £11.98 on things unwanted, unneeded and a wet bag to carry them home in. Twit! A tin of BBW mackerel to join the several tina already in the cupboard. Chocolate nibbles, more yoghourts. Potatoes. Anchovies. Bacon and air-spray.

On top of all this, I was still too early for me to use the bus-pass!

Having forgotten to take my mobile phone with me, and not owning a watch made things awkward. I stood under the brolly keeping an eye on the time of the electric bus sign.

Still a good while to wait. As I did so two fire tenders, an ambulance went by, and the police helicopter hovered above.

Eventually, 0930hrs arrived, and I moved to the bus shelter.

A bus came along, I stuck out my arm, and it passed me by. Not having a perfect day today, you know. I suppose the coach might have been full, though.

The next one stopped and climbed onboard to find only the raised seats free. Comical this, cause with me just going a few stops, by the time I got myself up and seated, it was time to get out of the seat to get off.

The timing meant I’d just missed an L9 bus.

to get back up to the flats. Curse! So, I started to walk over the hill and up through the Woodthorpe Park route home.

En route, I met Jenny with two ladies who were related to dear old Eddie. I assumed they had come over for Eddie’s funeral and to sort things out. So kind and typical of Jenny to assist and help out. She told me she had arranged for someone to come and look at my Strobe and Pillow fire alarms when she was at a Council meeting, for me. When it went off all those times, the Alert Centre had received no activation signals. I thanked her, and the three ladies shot off ahead of me to avoid getting any wetter, bless them.

Eventually, I got to the flats. Got in and put the utterly superfluous fodder I’d bought away, and got the large potato cleaned and in the oven baking.

I pondered on why I did not ask about Nurse Nichole. Fool I am! I hope she is not poorly. Ah, but it is not a Tuesday is it? (See how quick I was there? Hehe!)

I made a super-strong large mug of tea, using a Yorkshire and /extra /string English Breakfast tea bags. Took the mediations and did the Health Checks. All okay.

Then I got on with refreshing this post as far as here. The updating, took about three hours to get done.

Then I went to the WordPress Reader. Did the Comment reading and replying, then remembered the baking spud – went to check it out.

Overcooked a bit, but this made the mixing in the bowl, less hassle. I used tomato puree, just a bit, salt even less and cheddar cheese, no butter, to bash up with the removed potato flesh. Then back into the husks and replaced in the oven to brown it off for half-an-hour. Going to have tomatoes and mini pork & pickle pie with them I reckon.

Can’t believe the mess I made mixing them. Still, all cleaned up now. Had a bash on Facebook updating while waiting with baited breath for them to cooked and browned off.

The cheesy-baked potatoes were ready, as I went to get them out of the oven, the intercom phone chirped into life. It was the chap who initially installed the Fire Alarm strobe and Pillow.

Fantastic help, care and work from Jenny! Who as I said earlier, had arranged this support for me.

After asking some relevant questions, he spent some time analysing things on his laptop, contacted the Alarm Response centre. Set it off a couple of times and dealt with control when he set it off. The chap pointed out that when an alarm strobe or otherwise goes off, it should go through to Control who should contact me about it via the central alarm console, but all the times it has activated in the flat, this did not happen.

He pressed on with his investigating things and told me that he thought someone in the block was using a system on the same frequency. So he’d changed it. In the event of any alarms in the future that are not responded to by control, I am to contact him immediately and inform him or them.

I thanked him and off he went. Afterwards, as I was getting out the now-gone-cold cheesy potatoes from the oven, I realised I did not have his telephone number. Tsk!

Got the nosh sorted.

I looked delicious. It smelled marvellous.

I’ve not the foggiest what I did wrong or what was a matter with me, but apart from the cheesy baked potatoes, I did not enjoy anything else?

Disappointed.

Cold coming on from getting another soaking in the rain?