Inchcock Today – Monday 16th October 2017

Monday 16th October 2017

Macedonian: Недела 15 октомври 2017 година

Woke with a start at 0210hrs. Some mild pandiculation and the brain eventually engaged with the body. The innards were beginning to bubble and brew, signs of later happenings in the wet-room indicated.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner the reminder note on the mini-pad, I’d written last night, fell to the floor.

I’m glad it did, else I may well have forgotten about the Audio Clinic Appointment at 1130hrs this morning.

I opened the curtains and waved at myself in the reflection. This too was good – now I know I am alive. Hehehe! Wandered into the kitchen and did the Health Checks, made a mug of tea and took the medications. Then, a rarity for me, I felt a little hungry. Had a Pot-Noodle.

Opened the window and had a look down at the residents parking spaces. I hope the red car on the left doesn’t need to get out first today?

The wind had died down, and it didn’t appear too cold.  I noticed later on the web that rain and showers were expected for Nottingham.

Bet I get a soaking when I get out and about in a while. Huh!

Got yesterdays diary done, then got another two graphicalisations done for the TFZer site, on CorelDraw.

The top one is for Mary, and the lower one is for Joyce.

I slipped myself into the Mary one, and Meritt, Thomas and me in the other one for Joyce.

Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived a little urgently as I was making another brew of tea.

I read a few pages of the Lenigrad book as I painfully waited for the evacuation to begin. The blood flowed freely from Harold’s internal Haemorrhoids. This got me thinking about the dentist. On Tuesday I have to go for the INR Warfarin Blood Test, wait for the results and if they are in range, then go to the dentist and beg for another appointment to get the teeth sorted out. The problems with this are: 1) If the field is too low or high I’ll have to start the whole procedure over again, if in range. 2) Will the Dentist be able to fit me in? Because they will not do any work on me later than 48 hours after the last Deep Vein Thrombosis test! 3) I’m fed-up and depressed. Six weeks now I’ve been trying to get the teeth done. They are getting more and more painful the longer it goes on. No wonder I get confused so easily is it? Poor old thing. Hehe!

Looked at the Chronological needs for the morning, as on the note I wrote. Ablutions 0920hrs, catch bus 1030hrs to town, the appointment at clinic 1130hrs.

So, I did the weeks total for the Health Checks.

Then started on some more work on the next TFZer graphic.

A different one this time. It was for TFZ’s beloved Head-Honcho Sandie, with Clint Eastwood joining her for a picnic with an old American Car advert and plenty of nibbles added for them to have too. Oh, and me sweeping up the Autumn leaves Hehe!

No rain as I had expected, just mist and the winds getting ever, so l sightly up a bit.

Carried out the ablutions and made sure the paperwork, record book etc. for the Audio Centre were all in the bag.

Set off to the bus stop. Plenty of folks to talk to there, but only one interested. The lady from the High-Care Home at the end of the road. She was worried about her weight going down, and she may lose her free holiday to Greece and Africa if she has no gained sufficient to please her medical assessors. Did my best to listen and respond in a fashion to try and give her encouragement, bless her. The others seemed a little reluctant to get into any a laughs or chinwags this morning. They each have their own worries, it is essential for me to remember this, and keep on doing my bit of cheering them up.

I got on the bus and got the crossword book out. When we got onto Carlton Road en route to town, it dawned on me that the seat next to me was free, unoccupied, and yet people were still standing? Did my confidence no favours, you know. I wondered if the Citrus Body Spray I use, wasn’t making it? Hehe!

Arrived in town. The sunshine that had come up was not fooling the Nottinghamian Shoplifters… sorry! Citizens, at all. Most had their winter woollies and coats on. Good idea, sage move too!

I legged it down into the City Centre Slab Square.

Where a multitude of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists was belting about between the pedestrians, but on this occasion, they did not threaten me and kept their distances from yours-truly. Thankfully.

I took the shortest route with the least steep hills to walk up to the Audio Centre. Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna (Bad now) and twinging stabbing Arthur Itis, ensured that the trip was a painful one.

I hobbled slowly so as not to get Anne Gyna upset any more than she was.

Arriving near the Centre at the top of the steepest bit of hill, I had to stop and put the bag down for a few moments to regain my composure before going into the grand old building. My hands and fingers were well blotched-up?

As I entered and took my place in the queue at the receptions desk, I spotted the time on the wall clock. I had arrived in good time and had about 25 minutes to spare. The very kind lady at the desk patiently took my details and asked, yes asked me to take a seat. Got the crossword book out and was shortly summoned by a luscious plump young lady audiologist, and led through a maze of corridors to her treatment room. Her thick-thighs in her short tight dress deflected my attention from her words for a while, as she sat there next to me, explaining the procedure and asking questions.

If I had been younger by 50 years or so, things would undoubtedly have throbbed. Gorgeous Audiologist!

She took me through the set-up on the machine in front of me. She nipped out during the testing and setting up to get something, and I sneaked out the camera to take this shot of the whatever it is a machine I had to sit in front of and not move.

Her IT system stopped her doing some part of the test, and she said I’d have to make an appointment for another visit so this part of the test could be completed later. The cards on the back wall in the photo gave prices for the replacement of anything lost or damaged. I’m afraid I didn’t pick-up on everything explained to me because she kept moving her luscious thighs in her tight skirt and pulling it down. Ahem!

She was very patient with me, though. She set-up the pieces so they could both have volume control, which would work by on both ears from using either control-button. Then she set-up the Loop system.

She got me to sign a form Accepting that the hearing aids are the property of Nottingham University Hospital NHS Trust, and I accept that in the event of my damaging or losing the same, I’d pay £2000 for each replacement needed.

I explained about my memory and losing things problems and asked if I could hang onto the old hearing aids, just in case I misplaced the new ones. Initially a blank “No, that can’t be done!” answer was received. After a little more begging, creeping and pestering, the gal conceded and said: “Oh, I shouldn’t, but, alright then!” This cheered me up more than she could have known. Bless and thank her.

She even came with me back to the reception area and asked the lady to set up an appointment for the amendments needed. Monday 20th November 2017 @ 1130hrs.

Off out of the building, still no rain arrived and the promised high winds again absent. (I’m not complaining, though).

I hobbled down the hill, Anne Gyna now calmed again, although Hippy Hilda was not in a good mood.

I took this photographicalisation of the top of Angel Row.

It amazes me how these posh restaurants make it pay. Every time I pass by, the Al-Fresco seats are empty of customers, whatever the weather is like at the time.

Along Upper Parliament Street, more closed-down businesses to be seen.

So sad, and even worrying somewhat, for the future of Nottingham City Centre.

I was fortunate in the timing when I arrived at the bus stop on Queen Street. Ten minutes before the bus was due. It came twenty minutes later.

On the route back, in Mapperley Tops area, I took this effort from the inside the bus. Not a good picture at all, I know. But it looked a little different, so I put it in the diary.

By the short time, it took to get to the flats and off of the bus, it had gone ominously dark.

Entering the apartment, it looked a little eerie in the hallway. Well, I call it a hall, as you can see, it is somewhat higgledy-piggledy and small, but it’s home. Hehe!

Into the kitchen, put the kettle on.

Did the Health Checks, took the medications and made a mug of Thompson’s tasty tea.

Took it into the main room.

The darkness so early in the day, convinced me that rain must have been on the way.

But, none arrived?

Puzzled by this I was. Then again, a lot of things baffle me. Haha!

I sat down and got the paperwork looked at that I’d  brought home with me.

I placed them near the computer to be sorted and added to the Google Diary and written one in the morning.then

I felt complete and utterly drained and weary now.

I looked out of the window and noticed how fast the clouds were going across the horizon and took a photo. Minutes later, I made another one. In those few minutes, the smaller clouds had gone altogether, and the hew had changed entirely.

I opened the window to take another picture down below, and boy did the wind shoot in! My Patti Beckert paintings blew off of the fridge, kitchen towels flew across the room, the foil trays scattered around… I hastily shut the window. Boy, was it blowing! And yet all the time I was out and about the winds were light today?

I retrieved Patti’s paintings first. They were the most valuable of all the things blown over to me. Luckily, they were unharmed.

Got the meal cooking, not that it needed much in the way of preparation today.

Because I’d had the Pot-Noodle of brekkies, I consciously made less to eat tonight.

Very tasty all the same. That tiny bit of smoked haddock was nibbled in small pieces to make it last longer and seem more substantial. Haha!

Scrawled a sign to remind me of the INR Warfarin Blood Test in the morning and put it on the computer screen, then I got the TV turned on.

The noise from the winds was getting more and more persistent and louder all the night.

I have to admit to getting a little concerned about it.

Looked out of the window and the old trees were swaying about something awful.

Watching the TV became impossible again, as usual, cause the nodding-offs and waking sequence started again.

The winds stopped me getting to sleep at all, so loud they are!

I gave up trying at 0105hrs and got up.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 19th August 2017: By the end of the day, Porcelain Throne Activities were Rampant. Oh dear!


Saturday 19th August 2017

Belarusian: Суботу 19 жніўня 2017

0305hrs: Woke with the stomach rumbling, the head pounding and in need of the Porcelain Throne. I heaved my rhinocerotic body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Throne. Dizzy Dennis and Hippy Hilda offering signs of their disapproval and displeasure en route.

Settled precariously on the loose fitting throne seat, and Reflux Roger joined in the ailment attacks, and stomach’s wamble grew worse. (This is not going to be a good-health day, I could tell. Humph!) The movement was messy, and Hippy Hilda did her best to prevent me from getting back up again afterwards. I was in a right pickle now. Still, Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Hernia Harry were letting me off lightly, bless them.

Once I was up, things improved with Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda. I had a wash and returned to the recliner to find multitudinous signs of naughty nocturnal nibbling activities. Oh dear! I set to removing the bowl, basin and spoon to the kitchen sink, and collected the crumbs from the chair and carpet.

Kettle on the boil I took the medications and did the Health Checks. Seemed alright, all but the weight, that was now the highest it has been in 70 years. At this point, bearing in mind the nibblGC (4a)ing at night signs found, guilt and shame overcame me.

I really cannot recall any nibbling at all, and this concerned me a bit.

Had a wee-wee and titivated the kitchen a bit, then onto the computer to update yesterday’s diary and start this one-off.

Back to the Porcelain Throne. Hippy Hilda and Craig Cramps were easing off nicely, the rumbling innards were not, though, and Dizzy Dennis seemed to set in, not bad, but present in the background, if you see what I mean?

Emails checked. Got one from the surgery confirming next blood test for Tuesday 22nd August at 0905hrs. Brother-in-Law Pete sent this one for me to show: Good innit?

Did some WordPress reading, then on Facebook for a while.

Feeling a lot better now, Dizzy Dennis has scarpered and the Rumbling Rupert too. But the EQ tells me that Diarrhorea Dickie is brewing up something for me?

Made a mini pot of porridge and added some Golden Syrup, then realised as I ate it, that it already had some syrup in it – Eurgh, talk about sweet! Foolishly I still ate it. Expecting toothache or hyperactivity now. Haha!

Ablutions tended to, during which, a Porcelain Throne session took place, that confirmed my EQ’s thoughts. It was not really bad but tended to be of the texture as liked so much by Diarrhorea Dick’s attacks. The stomach continued to rumble, and real pains started across my bulging midriff. Oh dearie me!

Still, I thought it was not so urgent yet, as to stop my plans for a trip into town this morning. Shaved, teggies done, showered, creams and lotions applied, and off I went to the bus stop.

An entirely uncommunicative female and male Tenant sat on the bench as I arrived. “I spouted out a “Good Morning each, how you this beautiful morning?” All I got back was a couple of looks that said; “Who are you?”. However, this did not bother me much, for I felt a little remuant in myself, and had they answered, I might not have got much out of any ensuing conversation.

I moved away from where they were and took this photograph on the grass verge behind the bench.

The bus soon arrived, and thankfully it was the lovely lady driver who always has a quick comment to make. So I handed her a caramel chocolate bar nibble as I got on. This only served to the other two residents to curl their lips and whisper something to each other, as they threw their heads back in disgust at me? Not a good start to my trip.

As the vehicle arrived in town on Lower Parliament Street, I took this shot of the skyline, showing the various blocks of flats that have been built recently.

Each one was dedicated to students at the many universities in Nottingham. While in the forefront was the closed down premises of a garage, Stationers, an amusement arcade and printers.

I dropped off and called in the big Wilko store to have a look at their Air-Fryers. They had four on display, but I could not decide if anyone of the two small enough for my worktop, would suit my needs. Had a wander around and bought nothing, left and walked up Clumber Street, somehow not getting bumped into. Hehe!

To the end and right down Long Row at the side of the Council House, then into the Slab Square with it’s Nottingham Beach and expensive amusement stalls and rides.

There was a few folk on the beach, despite the threatening sky and lack of bright sunshine.

Although it was not cold by any means, and the dim sun did keep popping out now and then. I noticed how kind it was in coming out each time I got the camera in use, too.

I walked to the other end of the square and saw this dog with its owner. The dog was very interested in the water of the fountain, but notwithstanding the man’s encouragement, would not venture under the spray.

I popped into the newspaper shop to get a TV magazine. Why I bother, I don’t know. Because it is as sure as Tony Blair is a philargyrist, I am going to fall asleep watching the TV or DVD every single time!

Still, I suppose it’s interesting to know at least which programme that I nodded-off-to watching? Hehehe!

I had a hobble down Goose Gate to the Chinese Store where I get the seaweed in jelly sheets from. The store at the bottom right of this photograph. More Student flats in the distance.

Got a bottle of Healthy Soy Sauce, Dark Soy Sauce, Roasted Seaweed x3 and some Chestnuts. I really wish I’d got more of the Chestnuts now.

Roasted in the shells, they were gorgeous. Smaller but so very much tastier than the French ones.

I walked or rather limped (The plates were stinging again now, Tsk!) up to the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).

Had a walk through and out at the other end and got a packet of pencils en route.

The traffic was very light, just as well, because the traffic lights were still out on Upper Parliament Street, temporary ones still in use while they complete the gas pipe works. Although, being a Saturday, they were not working on them.

Being Saturday, there were very few L9 buses running, and it was two hours until the last one would arrive in town. So, I caught a number 40 bus to get home on. It doesn’t stop at the flats but on Winchester Hill. Right on a steep bend. I’m always careful crossing over the road there.

The only other option is to walk back up the steep hill 500 yards to where one can see the vehicles coming, or 500 yards down the hill for the same, and walk across the road and back up to the flats. Does that make sense?

The sky lightened again as I got safely across the road and walked down towards Chestnut Walk and home… boy, I was ready for home too! The Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was a bit risky as to whether I’d make it in time… and there was no way I would have been able to prevent any leakage as I knew things were liquified if you understand me? Oh, heck!

I made it to the Throne in time. Had to have a clean-up after the evacuation. Tsk!

Seems I made it time for two reasons. The Porcelain needs and I just missed the rain starting too.

I got the belly-pork in the oven and curried beans in the saucepan. Then, back to the Porcelain Throne. Things were loosening as you might say, The pains in the guts returned, and I had to release things. The wet room and I needed cleaning afterwards. The feeling that things were going to get worse lingered. However, a few minutes after exiting the room and going into the kitchen, the pains abated, and I foolishly thought; “Hello, it’s not too bad at all now!” Huh!

Got the meal prepared and had some chestnuts with it.

It was delicious, the highest rated this year, so much did I enjoy it. 9.45/10!

Did the Health Checks, took the medications and was feeling so much better now. (I regret writing this).

Got the TV on and fell asleep in no time.

Woke up with the stomach pains and in need of Porcelain Throne usuage. So to say this, but I didn’t make it in time. (Shame and embarrassment persued).

After much cleaning up, I had to dig out a pair of the Protection Pants and get them on, I did not want another episode like this happening.

Over the next few hours I was getting fatigued. I would not let myself fall asleep for fear of a repeat performance. Eventually I did nod off.

Two hours or so later, and luckily too – the stabbing pains in the stomach woke me, they acted as a warning so I could get to the Porcelain Throne in time, this time.

Wearily I got back into the £300 second-hand recliner and settled.


Inchcock Today – Wednesday 17th May 2017: Soaking wet in the rain, shopped, visited the ducks and saw the surgeon in Derby. Shattered, when I got back! Hehe!


Wednesday 17th May 2017

Irish: Dé Céadaoin 17ú Bealtaine 2017

Bad night of waking in between dreams. War, well, in a battle in a City, schoolday bullying relived, failings and errors recalled, space travel, ghosts and being buried alive being some of the subjects. I’m certain there were so much more, not nice at all. I lay there thinking through and trying to remember more for ages.

When a demand came for the Porcelain Throne visit at 0310hrs, I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner, shivering despite having a bit of sweat on and off to the morning session. Took a while for a different reason to recently, the opposite of the Trots! The tummy rumbled much after the movement. Carried out the Health Checks, all seemed okay apart from the pulse being a tad high, the weight was down again!


Made a br3Wed01ew and took the medications. Making sure I did not mistakenly take any of the Diahorria capsules, now they are not needed. In fact, I moved them into another drawer so as not to do a Whoppsiedangleplop later in the week.

Saw a note I’d left myself when it came to starting the computer: ‘Bank Numbers Required’. I must nip down later and give them to them. I had a check on the local weather for today on the BBC website.


Looked like a wet day in prospect! Glad I got the umbrella yesterday in town now.

3Wed03The rain started again as I left the flats and decided to walk into Arnold, visit the ducks and pigeons and to get some pod peas.

I took the first photograph of the marathon hobble to Arnold at the end of Chestnut Walk. With the allotments below and housing in the distance and beautiful Spring greenery surrounding them. The smell was gorgeous.

Down Winchester Street hill and over the road and into the bank. Had to explain everything again to the teller lady, who was patient enough about it. Told her I was asked to bring in my NI number, but could not remember if I had or not, but here it is again anyway. She had no idea what I was talking about. Told me to pin in my card and dedicatedly perused her computer for a while, a frown spreading over her pretty brow. Said to me I had to make an appointment with the advisor to process the opening of the account. I told her the account was open, and I have a letter to that effect from the bank? Anyway, I’m going to see a surgeon in a while and might know more of when I’ll be free, and I’ll get back in touch (Call again) when I can confidently give you a date.

3Wed04Out into the drizzle, up to the top of Mansfield Road Sherwood and off down the hill towards Arno Hill Park and the duck visit.

About a mile further on and I got out the Pound Shop umbrella as the rain increased and it broke as I was opening it.

With my luck, I took this with a pinch of salt, in fact, I expected this to happen.

3Wed05Plodded onward in the wet onto Daybrook, the rain getting fiercer now.

The puddle in the car park had to be manoeuvred ti keep the tootsies and shoes dry, gave it a wide berth.

Nearly walked in front of a bus as I crossed over the traffic light junction – I indicated my apologise to the driver as he braked. I think he was questioning my parentage and possibly calling me a silly old fart or something similar. Oh dear!

Got to the park eventually and not many folks around, but there were some new breeds of ducks around. The ducks with the black coloured heads and brown and grey feathered bodies. They were very aggressive towards all the other birds there, they even chased off and bit the Canadian Geese!


The rain eased off a bit, and I spent a good while with them, nattering away to them. Like one does. Ahem!

Then out and along the road and over into the Sainsbury store. Where I found they did not have any pod peas available – Humph! I got some potato farls and cakes, Lemon mousse, a Lamb hotpot and two tiny turnips.

Outside the rain was now horrendous! I got the half openable brolly out and made for the bus stop across the road. I thought I was being rather clever by catching a bus that goes a long way around to town route but drops me off closer to the next bus stop where I can catch the Derby bus and save getting soaked so much? Cunning!

3Wed08Dropped off on King Street and down and through the Slab Square and up Friar Lane to the bus stop.

An i4 bus arrived shortly, and I was off on a ride through the villages route, into Derby.

I gave the crossword book a bashing, and even got one completely done with only having to look-up one answer! (Head swaggers slightly)

Despite the weather, I enjoyed the run-out, apart from one bloke shouting down his phone all the time. Eventually, he started using bad language, the F word crept into his conversation, and I just had to say something but resisted several times until I could no longer do so. I walked forward and tapped him on the shoulder and asked him quietly: “Could you please stop using bad language on your phone, there are elderly ladies on this bus?” I was so pleased with his reaction. He really didn’t know he was shouting put aloud. He apologised to the ladies, and I think he blushed. That result was far better than him telling to Go Forth and Multiply and head-butting me! Phew!

He got off the bus later and put his hand up in acknowledgement as he dismounted the bus. Jolly good chap.

Got into Derby bus station, the rain now wet again. Hehe! I wondered over into the Eagle Market.


What a sad place nowadays. Far more empty stalls than those in use.

Out and up to the London Road GUM clinic. Gave them the paperwork and in minutes they called me in to see Mr Redgrave, the surgeon who will be doing me in Nottingham later. Nice understanding Gentleman. About 60 years-of-age, a well-trimmed beard and patient with his patient. I could smell the pipe tobacco on his breath, and this got me missing mine. Hehe! Went to great lengths in advising me exactly what was to be done with Little Inchy’s problem. To be done under a local and he anticipated my being in and out in a day. He even explained any problems and how to deal with them following the procedure. I should hear within a week of a date, but I’m still on the Cancellation List and need to have everything ready at short notice. Gave me some leaflets. I thanked him so much, we both had a cup of tea brought in by a smiling nubile young lady. And, it was a nice strong cup of tea too!

Happy and contented I made my way back to the bus station in the rain, almost singing to myself and uncaring about getting soaked in the rain.

3Wed08aI got on another bus route to go back into Nottingham, the Y8 it was I think. As the bus went through Sandiacre, we passed a place that I had worked at in Security many years ago.

It used to be a Calor-gas supplier, now it had been cleared demolished and must have held hundreds of vehicles. This got the memory going.

3Wed10Had a bash at the Crosswords again, but not so successfully this time.

Arrived in Nottingham and dropped off on Maid Marion Way in the drizzle and walked down St James’s Street into the Slab Square.

I’ve not been down here for some years, there had been many changes with new buildings.

3Wed11Across the square as the rain got heavier again.

The Burke on the bike in this photograph all but hit the woman with white hair moments after I took this picture.


Up Queen Street and to the bus stop, turned out good timing as the last L9 bus was due in five minutes.

Tired and weary now, but happy with how the day had gone and the good news and information from Mr Redgate. Why he was a Mr and not Doctor I don’t know. But, then again, there is much I do not know. I had to fight falling asleep on the bus with all my might, but managed to, just.

Up to the flat and into the Throne Room.

Too weary to concentrate on doing any updating, so did this in the morning.

3Wed12Felt a bit more like eating tonight. Used a portioned plate and had, farls and potato cakes, Quorn eggs, sage & onion slices, pickled onions, strong cheddar, fresh pod peas, mushrooms, Mushroom Pate, an apple, one thin wholemeal and a Lemon Fool, with caramelised onion pickle.

Looked good, tasted good, but the eyes were obviously larger than the stomach again. I left a lot on the plate.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. The Pulse was tremendously high at 94.

Got the goggle-box going. Swiftly fell asleep.

Dreamt something about V-rocket making, with me as a designer and demanding that garlic is added to the explosives? But it seemed I and the others were of French origin?

Woke and off to the Porcelain Throne, and spent an inordinately long time, struggled to evacuate, messy. A follow up to the ‘Trots’ I’ve just got rid of?

Had a glass of spring water and got the head down again, without any problem.

Inchcock Today Thursday 17th November 2016: Social Hour turned out to be 15 minutes.


Thursday 17th November 2016

In Ukrainian: Четвер 17 листопада 2016

Woke at 0210hrs: The warm wet sensation from my nether regions prompted me to visit the wet-room and investigate Haem Aroid and Little Inchies conditions. Big clean-up job required, Inchy had bled a bit and needed cleansing and medicating with the Betamethasone corticosteroid cream, Haem Aroid situation messy, never lost so much blood before from this area in one go. Cleaned up and creamed. Jammies in the washing basket. (More washing to do again, Tsk!) Clean jammies on and washed up and sprayed myself with Brut!

I reckon the extra high INR level is not helping with the blood being so thin, feeling the cold more too this morning. Although, when I went to make a cuppa and take the medications, the temperature in the kitchen was 59°f, and outside it was 40°f I found out on Google later.

Got the things ready for the Tenant’s Social Hour.

Computer turned on and did some diary work and posted yesterday’s off. Then some graphic creating.

Brother-in-law Pete rang, nice to hear from him. Things seem okay their end.

Morrison order arrived.


The delivery chap carried the fodder into the kitchen for me. I set about sorting the stuff away. Rather overdid it today, cupboards, fridge, freezer, shelves all overloaded a bit. Still, plenty of ready meals in stock to use in case the GUM clinic treatment is anything like last time. The concentration was wickedly bad last year after being treated. So I  won’t be doing any proper cooking for a while until I know how I am reacting.

Popped in to see Olive for a nice chinwag, but she was not in.

Got ready and taking the bags with me I went to the social hour. I was going to catch the 40 bus into town, so couldn’t stay long. Handed in the raffle prizes and dished out the nibbles. BJ arrived as I was about to leave to go to the GUM clinic. Quick natter and off I went.

At the clinic, I handed in the card I’d received and waited in a room with some other chaps to be called in by a young female doctor minutes later. The same embarrassing procedure as last time had to got through. Into an examination room, other specialists called in and consulted. In the end, as I expected, the same treatment as last time was decided upon, and that took months to clear up the problem. Oh dear! The man doctor told me the name of the infection on the lesion, something like ‘Balenoposis’?

 At least they gave me a tube of Betamethasone cream, so that saved me going to the chemist with a prescription.

Bus into town and straight to PC World to see if the hacked laptop data retrieval had been done. Well, would you believe it, it had been done, but they had not cleaned the actual laptop? Another £60 had to be paid, and they told me it would be done by tomorrow morning after 0900hrs? This, after they telling me last month that the laptop cannot be cleaned safely cause of the infection. I was getting answers from the PC world folk I wanted to hear from the GUM clinic! Hehehe!

Confused now. They had some TV’s on display, but I could not understand what all the description meant. I’ll ask Pete to have a look again for me, perhaps next time he’s in town. (Bet I forget to ask him)

It started to rain, and with the high winds, it was hard going even in town to get around. I called into the PoundWorld shop and got more than I had planned. They had some of the fingerless gloves I use now in stock, so I got some as spares so I can keep a pair in my pocket and a pair in the bag, also I’m holding a pair near the £300 second-hand recliner to have on when sleeping while the radiators are still not working. Also, I was pleased to see they had some Lavender soap, so I got a couple, one for me and one for Sister Jane.

4thr03The lower region accoutrements were beginning to sting badly now, so I made my way to catch a bus home to check on things. Walked through the Victoria Centre and noticed the American, California Tortilla Food place was not doing very well this afternoon.

As I got to the slab square, the building being erected that I thought 4thr03alooked like a Western Cowboy Saloon was nearly finished.

Apparently, an eatery of some kind, take away I think it will be. Coffee, Doughnuts, Pancakes all advertised on the hoarding above.

The Little Inchy problem needed investigating, but Arthur Itis, Roger Reflux, even Anne Gyna were going easy on me. (Big gob me, shouldn’t have said this!)

4thr04The rain poured, but only once I was safe on the bus, and it stopped just before we arrived at the flats. Nice. Th winds did not abate, though, howling it was. Still wailing away and I could hear it easily when I got into the flat. This must be very annoying for the residents who have good hearing. Poor things.

Once inside, I had a check on Little Inchy. Not bleeding much at all, but oh so tender to touch, or even if I walk or sit wrongly sometimes. Which can me problematical with me already seated in a particular position to accommodate Harry Haemorrhoid… and I must not cross my legs either! Humph!

4thr08 4thr06Ready meal prepared, Morrison’s Beef in Black Bean sauce, all I did was add some Sharwoods Black Bean Sauce from a jar to it. Oh, and a baked potato.

I settled down after the meal, turned on the TV and drifted off into oblivion.

Inchcock Today Thursday 20th October 2016: First post on the new laptop.


Thursday 20th October 2016

Or, in Esperanto: Ĵaŭdo 20a Oktobro 2016 I think?

0200hrs: Awake and out of the recliner to a WRHD session. Bits of bleeding from the rear, otherwise no hiatus.

Dreams beyond recall, but I know they were many, and not nice.

Took the medications. Tried the laptop and it started, so I risked finishing yesterday’s, and starting this one off.

Sometime today I think the new computer and printer are being delivered and set-up, I hope. This means I’ll have to stay in until they arrive if I recall right (Certainly not assured, mind. Hehe) Around midday?

p1120171The laptop still will not load Facebook?

This is as far as it gets?

Has it been got at by the hacker?

Fed up again now already!

Tried again later, and it did load, but I had to wait ten minutes (No joking!), then when I clicked on photos, it was another five minutes before they loaded on screen! Clicked on an album to put pictures into it, and an hour later it still hadn’t loaded. Gave up trying and turned the whole thing off!

The webs other sites seem to be okay?

More fed-upperer than ever now.

Turned off and decided to do some laundry.

5fri01a0435hrs: Sorted the unclean thingies in the bag, accoutrements added, 20p’s in my pocket and down to the laundry room. It looked very clean this morning in there, and I checked on the filter on the dryer, and that had been cleaned too?

0448hrs: Set the machine on ‘Quick wash’, (30 minutes) and back up to the flat and then updated this blog.

I tried to load Facebook again, but it was in slow motion mode again?

Down at 515hrs, moved the clobber from the washer to dryer, wiped the washer down and read the notice board as I got to the lifts to go back up to the comfy little flatlet I call home. All done for 0530hrs, the dryer indicating it would take 45 minutes – where usually it shows 60 minutes?

Back up the lift. Got the powders and things ready for when needed for the next wash. Did some graphicationalisationing then at 0615hrs, back down again.

0639hrs: Laundry all done and stored away!

Did the ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the chute. Went to the Community Hut and told them what had occurred and I would not be at the Tenant’s Social Hour. Left them some raffle prizes, though.

The PC man called to say he’d be here in twenty minutes, that’s 10.50 hrs. So, down the foyer to wait for him.

Nice chinwag with some lady tenants as they came through. The man arrived at 1215hrs?

Still, he did sort me out despite his boss calling him repeatedly, and I appreciated him setting up the printer for me too. Gave him a tin of Roses Chocolates in appreciation, cause he was here an hour or more. He took away the infected laptop, to send to their specialists who will try to remove files for me that will be guaranteed ‘Bug-Free’ he says. This cost me £90, Humph!

I spent some time toying and trying to get the computer synchronised. The keyboard is so different to the laptop. It is minuscule and the arrow keys in a different layout, a touch screen too. Making no end of errors, Tsk!

What are sticky-Keys please?

The scene seems so large to me, take some getting used to this will. Powerful though I reckon. 

HP Envy 27-p059na 27" Touchscreen All-in-One PCProduct Features:

  • Style: Premium design with powerful processing
  • Windows 10
  • Intel® Core™ i5-6400T Processor
  • RAM: 16 GB / Storage: 2 TB HDD & 128 GB SSD
  • Graphics: AMD Radeon R7 A365

I’m not certain what each thing means, but it cost a lot. Hehe!

Facebook still playing up, and I’m so frustrated about not being able to do any graphics. If the technician can rescue the CorelDraw passwords for me, I might have to get more help on this, cause I’ll have to contact CorelDraw to get it downloaded again. Huh!

Called on Olive. She was in excellent spirits and looking gorgeous!

Searched for a CD drive in the laptop, but couldn’t find one?

The computer will have to wait until tomorrow for me get it sorted, too tired now.Got on with doing the meal. 

5fri3Got on with doing the meal.

Very nice, cheesy potatoes, vegetables, beetroot. ham. egg and sliced an apple with it.

Took the medications and drifted off as soon as I put the TV on.


Inchcock Today Monday 10th October 2016 Laundry done early, Bus Pass used and odd dream


Monday 10th October 2016

Stirred around 0255hrs: Odd dreams again. In a big queue getting pushed back each time I got near to the front? Thought I ought to get up now to do the laundry while machines should be free… Fell asleep again.

0405hrs: Up and out of the rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair, to the loo for a  WRWW, got the stuff ready for the laundry room, coins and powder, etc.

Got dressed and down and got the washing in the machine going in the laundry room.

Back up to the flat and into the Wetroom for a WRHD session. Again like yesterday, the blood flowed freely. I must keep an eye on this situation. A little discomforting. Got the kettle on, made a strong brew, took the medications and laptop on.

1mon02Down again on the lift, through the foyer and to the laundry room. The door on the right in this photograph here on the right like. I fink?

Moved the washing into the dryer.

Back up to the flat once more, another WRWW and back on the laptop starting an Ode for WordPress. Calling it “I’ve a feeling something is going to happen today?”

Calling it “I’ve a feeling something is going to happen today?” Although humour based, it is true in parts. Hehehe!

The hour soon passed, and I nipped down again to collect the clean clothes. Some naughty person had been down and used both washers at the same time! Tsk, unfair! Got the togs into the bag, cleaned the filter out, wiped the surfaces and sprayed some air freshener around.

Back up once more, and another WRWW session tended to.

Finished the Ode and got it posted, then updated this load of tosh. Did some more graphic creating for a while.

A quick bash on Facebook.

Then got the ablutionisationing done, and got ready to go out and get some fodder in, as I’m not ordering owt to be delivered this week… I get too much stuff in yer know! Hehe!

Set off down to the foyer, out and deposited the glass jars in the recycling 1mon03thingamabob. Called in the Community Shed and gave Deana and Julie some nibbles. To the bus stop, many tenants waiting for the bus, but not in a talkative mood today.

The sky at the back of the flats was photographable again this morning.

It was a bit nippy out there, mind you, it was in the apartment too.

Caught the L9 bus (I do love my Free Pensioners Bus Pass!), and was soon in the City Centre, dropping off on Upper Parliament Street.1mon04

I went into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and to the market to get the cashew nuts for nibbling. They had gone up in price again today! A few months ago they were 99p per 100gm, now they are £1.49! But it doesn’t bother me. Humph!

A bit of a fib there, sorry.

1mon05Nipped down a floor and to the end of the mall into Tesco and got some lamb, Boczek, and chicken thighs.

Paid the gal on the checkout, turned away and dropped the bag…

What a plonker! 

Out onto Milton Street as an ambulance pulled up. I hobbled to have a look. No idea what had taken place but a young teenage lad was being tended to as he sat on a seat at a bus stop.

1mon06As I limped down to the slab square, there seemed to a lot of buses in the traffic jams?N

1mon07The Slan Square itself was being prepared for some special event.

I looked up what was going to occur when I got back home:

On Wednesday 12th October 2016, Nottingham will be hosting its biggest ever ULEV event at Nottingham’s Old Market Square with a number of manufacturers coming to display their newest models and to provide information and guidance to members of the public thinking of making the switch. Nottingham City Council is also proud to be launching their status as a ‘Go Ultra Low Company’ demonstrating the authority’s commitment to reduce our environmental impact by converting our fleet to ULEVs by 2020. Meet the Manufacturers! After reading this, I’m not a lot wiser really?

1mon08I took this shot on Long Row, of a Watson Fothergill designed building above the shops on the ground floor.

So pleasing to the eye and detailed without being gaudy?

The world famous Nottingham architect actually reversed his names as he matured, he was Christened, Fothergill Watson originally. Just thought I’d mention it like. Whatever, he was brilliant!1mon09

Caught the L9 back to the flats.

A bit of a hiatus en route, though.

Where the bus turns off of Porchester Road to go down Davis Street through the housing complex, a lorry was delivering waste skips to a building site just down the road a bit.

So the hour the journey usually takes took 90 minutes, much to the chagrin of some of the passengers and those that were eventually picked up on the way. Felt a bit sorry for the driver.

As I dropped off at the flats, a few tenants were waiting at the stop for the L8 to arrive. I greeted the with a cheery “Hello folks, a bit nippy this morning innit?” I didn’t get any replies? I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve done something wrong?

I called in to see Olive on the way back, she was not in a good mood again, curt, sharp? I hope she is okay, she said she was.

Got in and had a WRWW, went to make a brew, and decided to clean the Crock-Pot bowl – I dropped it on the floor as I went to empty the dredges of food left in it. Had to mop the floor, Huh! At least it didn’t break.

Put the fodder away and got the laptop on to update this.

Got the potatoes on the boil to have with my salad later.

Started Facebooking.

1mon11The sky is getting awfully dark now, and it is definitely going blooming colder here!

Took the medications and got the meal ready.

Had peruse of the book I’d been reading for months off and on now, entitled ‘The Qintinshill Conspiracy’. Heavy going this documentary tale and record of the worst Railway Crash ever in Great Britain and the farcical inquiries that followed.

1mon10The meal was ready, served it up and salivated while I ate it!

Chicken thighs, pickle pork pies, beetroot, boiled small potatoes, cheese, Marmite cheese, pickled egg, tomatoes, veggies (Mushrooms, peas, onions and carrots) and tomato. I dabbed Marmite on the potatoes, Mmm!) Followed by a banana and guiltily, a fresh cream French Horn. (Yes, I know, I didn’t mention this earlier, Tsk! Hehe) A rather excellent spread most enjoyed.

Watched some DVD, ‘Primeval’ then a bit of TV, mostly in ten minutes periods of wakefulness followed with ten minutes of nod offs.

Gave up, turned off the box, and seemed to go straight into a dream about my being chased again, around unknown villages and into a large factory, up stairs, around departments. This appeared to last for ages – when I woke, in need of a WRWW, I found only minutes had passed since I nodded off?

Carried out the WRWW and climbed back into the recliner chair and was soon off again into the land of nod and another dream. This time, I’m sure there were some of my ether friends in there. Were they putting make-up and decorating with icing on my bald head? I wish I could remember more.

Inchcock Today Thursday 6th October 2016: Not feeling so well, but much graphicalisationing achieved


Thursday 6th October 2016

0300hrs: Stirred suffering, as Anne Gyna was giving me grief. To the WRHD session, all right.

Made a brew, then on the laptop to update WordPress.

Remembered the Morrison delivery coming twixt 0830 > 0930hrs. I’ll call see how Olive is before I go to the Tenants Social Hour at the Community Hut.

0435hrs: Took the medications, with one extra pain-killer to counter Anne Gyna who is still bothering me.

Had a dish of corn flakes.

Became heavily involved in WordPressing, Facebooking and graphicalising.

Went in to wash the breakfast dish and cup, found I’d left the hot water tap running again. 11b So, no hot water for shaving, Humph and Tsk! Washed by using the Shower spray into the sink – but that was not too hot either.

Sorted and took the bags to the chute, and wobbled along to the Community Shed and the Tenants Social Hour.


Toni came this week, not looking too good, but chatted away bless her. BJ kindly made a fuss of her.


May attended too. The first time since she got out of the City Hospital. Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Nice! Smiler Brian has now moved to the tables that Toni, BJ, Eddy, Bill and I usually use. We call him Smiler, cause the only time he does smile is when he’s getting some free nibbles or winning a raffle prize. Grumps Bill might be a more suitable name for him. Hehehe! But I like him.


Seems to have gone down well all round today.

I’d wanted to go to the Goose Fair and get some photographs for the TFZers, but with the Reflux Valve and Anne Gyna both giving me so much stick, I decided against risking it. Hope I feel better tomorrow, so I can go then.

Called on the way back to the apartment to see Olive, but she was not available. Sob!

Felt a bit poorly when I got back to the flat and the ulcer joined in with Rea Flux and Anne Gyna in giving me a bad day. Ah well, it could be worse!

I got the vegetables in the Crock-Pot cooking on low setting and the potatoes in the saucepan.

The hot water is still not warming up at all?

Made a phone call to Sister Jane, no answer.

Made a nice strong mug of tea and got the laptop back on to update this tosh.

Did some more graphicationalisationing to use late for the TFZer site.

Sister Jane phoned back. She is not too good either, now diagnosed with Anne Gyna – what a pair we are. I wanted to get to the Goose Fair for some photographs of the food stalls, amongst others. Explained that I do not want to go (To the Fair) on Saturday, too busy. So if I go tomorrow, I could get to visit them on Saturday, although, it’s hard with the lack of buses on a Saturday. She told me they were out on Saturday, charity helping, then going for a show and a meal, so that was the end of that idea.

Checked on the vegetables and took the potatoes out to eat cold later. Put the oven on low, so when I put the lamb and Kartoffeln in later tonight, they will cook quicker.

Back on Facebook, feeling a bit better now.

Much more graphicalisationing was done.

4thu06Then got the fodder readied.

At last a decent tasting dinner!

Lamb casserole with Crock-Pot vegetables, onions carrots garden peas, three wholemeal cobs and a delicious Cox’s apple.

Went down nicely too!

I’ll not show a photo of the scales tonight… too scary! The highest weight I’ve ever been! Must get out to the fair tomorrow and get a good hobble it? Might walk to the fair? A bit far mind.

 Watched some DVD, nodding off began and sleep soon came, then Anne Gyna woke me, letting me know she was there.


Inchcock Today Thursday 15th September 2016

Thursday 15th September 2016

thu010420hrs: Up and out of the now working once again £300 second-hand recliner and off for a WRHD, not so bad this morning, no bleeding and a lot easier.

Another misty morning.

Medications took then made a brew made, and laptop on and got to work creating graphics on CorelDraw X8 and CorelPaint for a good few hours.

Graphicalisationing for new post Advice for Whippersnappers in later life. Here’s the header for the page, finished it, at last, all I have to do now is to write the funny poem to go on it. Hehe!


Began Facebooking, but sticking again, gave up.

thu02Checked this weekend on the Goggle Calendar. Mustn’t forget the Doctor in the morning, and the Foot First Chiropodist on Saturday morning.

Had a grand carbolicalisationing in the shower, changed and got the things ready for the Tenants Social hour. Raffle prizes, nibbles.

Called to see Olive on my way out, but she was not in. I think today is her Scrabble session?

Off to the tenants meeting in the Community Hut. I left a message with Obergruppenfurher Julie, for Deana to know I’d missed her, but I’d be in all day today.


Toni and Bill were both feeling very much better. Brian was his precious grumpy old self. Polish Eddy, the most elderly Tenant in either of the blocks of flats at 94-years-of-age, was in great form! The lady who’s face I’ve had to block doesn’t like her photograph being taken. I didn’t realise she was in this photo until I came to posting it on here, so masked her face out of it, bless her, a lovely woman too.

Sat next to Toni today, and heard about her going to a funeral earlier in the week. The humour she puts into her stories is great to listen to. Nice to hear her asking about why BJ had not come to the meeting. I explained he was still on holiday in Cornwall.

The call to the porcelain forced me to leave a few minutes before usual. Said my farewells and as I was making a fast as I could manage hobble to get back to the flat and the Wetroom, I met Norman, neighbour and another of the nonagenarians in the block. He’s such an appealing old fellow. I gladly but foolishly, held back the bladder to enable me to listen to him as he related the story of his television going bang and packing up! Like looking in a mirror Whoopsiedangleplop-wise seeing Norman, bless him. He was alright though I’m glad to say.

Walked with him to the flat door, departed and knocked on Olive’s door, but she was still out.

Back to the apartment and struggled a bit on the porcelain. Laptop on and did some more graphicationalisationing for later use.

thu04Warden Deana rang the fancy ‘I only wanna be with you’ (Dusty Springfield) tune on the door bell. (Anyone calling to see me, please feel free to press the door alarm button several times, I love the song.) Hehe!

She asked me if I’d done a battery check for the alarm wristlet. Told her I had done it last week.

The British Gas situation was discussed at length. Outcome being, she is to email them again with my complaints about their service, the different lies and misleading information we had received from people we’d spoke with over the ten months of dispute.

thu03aGot the food on. Tonight it would be mild Chilli Con Carne, vegetables and chips, with black bean sauce.

A lemon Frizzle to follow. Nibbled some nuts as well.

The taste buds are almost back to normal now, so I enjoyed this one a lot.

The Morrisons delivery arrived, and the chap kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me. He was amazed at the view out of the kitchen window. I told him I’m still amazed at it after living here for a year and a bit.

Watched some TV and fell asleep and stayed asleep until 0225hrs when I got up for a WRHD and stayed up.

Saturday 10th September 2016: Late Whoopsiedangleplops, Humph!


Saturday 10th September 2016

0415hrs: Demand from the innards for another WRHD session forced me up out of the working again £300 second-hand recliner to the wetroom. Not a pleasant duty this morning in the least. Pain and blood involved here. Tsk!

Feeling a little uncomfortable, the mind turned to thoughts of rampant hypochondriasis for a few minutes as I sat on the porcelain pondering in this. The bug I’ve caught seemed to be inflicting a cough, dizziness (Not the usual kind), the taste buds and concentration. But, it’s getting less bothersome compared to yesterday and Thursday.

Made a mug of tea and took the morning medications, with a swig of the cough linctus and a guzzle of the Peptac with an extra Omeprazole 40gm capsule to hopefully calm the ulcer down a bit. I checked on the web if it was safe to take an additional tablet and saw that: “The most common side effects (1-15% of patients) are severe headaches, abdominal pain, constipation, diarrhoea, flatulence and nausea/vomiting.” This explained a lot! Hehe!

Popped on the scales… oh dear! 3lb up from yesterday – How is this possible? It’ll be the scales playing up?

Laptop on and completed the Friday Diary then I started this one off.

01hDecided to get the vegetables on the go for later. In the Crock-Pot, leeks mushrooms, fresh garden peas and yellow peppers.

The small saucepan had the little Anya new potatoes, and the large one had the bigger Anya potatoes.

Logical eh? Haha!

mc06The Morrisons delivery arrived and had to be sorted.

The minted-leg of lamb steaks looked appealing in their packaging.

The prepared vegetables, carrots & peas seemed delicate and fresh.

I’d got some smoked bacon medallions at two for a bit cheaper, so I can give one to Olive, cause I know she likes them a lot.Back to the laptop, updated this and did some Facebooking with fingers crossed that it would not stick and freeze again. It did a few times, but only for moments. Spent two hours or so on it, then moved to doing the TFZ series.

Back to the laptop, updated this and did some Facebooking with fingers crossed that it would not stick and freeze again. It did a few times, but only for moments. Spent two hours or so on it, then moved to doing the TFZ series.

Far far too much time spent on this, cause I love doing them, at least six hours in total over the day. Weary-eyed and light-headed by the time I stopped myself.

Got the lamb in the oven and nipped out to visit Olive. She did look a lot better today, and managed to tell me off for getting her the bacon. So I knew she was feeling better too now! Hehe!  I didn’t have much time with her today, as her daughter was coming to visit her. A very nice chinwag, kiss and a cuddle and I had to leave, taking her rubbish bag with me to drop into the chute on my way back to number 72.

mc04Where I had yet another WRHD  (Wet Room Heavy Duty) session.

Got the nosh served up.

It looked a treat but was very disappointing. Well, the lamb was, everything else was okay. Seemed to have the texture of a cardboard box for some reason?

Even the dessert tasted musty to me. I’ll be glad when this bug or cold whatever it is has had its fuss out with me.

Too weary to do any more graphicationalisationing now.

Watched a DVD, Doctor Who 4th Series. Well, I tried, but kept nodding off. Gave up and as I got my head down in the £300 second-hand recliner, another WRHD was needed? Where’s it all coming from?

Stubbed my toe on the trolley in the wetroom – first time I’ve done this for weeks now. Getting back into the £300 second-hand recliner, I knocked the mug of tomato juice off of the ottoman at the side of the chair!

Made use of the thick paper towels as quickly as I could, but the stains looked set in already. Got the spot-cleaner from the kitchen along with a scrubbing brush and some cleaning rags then returned to try and clean it up.

Did as good a job as I could, but had then to move the recliner to another position so it covered the blemish on the carpet in the end.

Shattered now, I put the cleaners away and the rags in soak in the bowl, banging my head on the corner of the cupboard door under the sink as I returned the bottle of spot cleaner.

Now so tired, weary and frustrated with things! At least the 300 second-hand recliner worked seamlessly and allowed me back in to settle once again; then the piles started giving me bother again! This, prevented me nodding off for ages.

I reckon I got off around 0130hrs, but that’s a guess.

Humph! Did I feel sorry for missen! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Friday 9th September 2016: The indistinguishably of logicallity lingers

Friday 9th September 2016

p11108030500hrs: Woke with the same light-headedness that I had last night, coughing a bit, hard to concentrate. But no actual dizzies, this combined with the £300 second-hand recliner chair working correctly to release me for a WRHD session, that was painful (Nowt new there though) but blood free and I didn’t stub any toes, almost convinced me that things were getting better already! Hehe!

Noticed the note I’d left for myself under Koala Katie, and out the paperwork in my pocket for later.

Took the medications and made a cup of tea. When putting the weekly morning pill pots back in the drawer, I spotted just one tiny tablet stuck in the corner of Thursday mornings.

Ah-ha! I thought. Perhaps a possible explanation for last nights feelings of lethargy and weakness? It was the Bisoprolol tablet that I’d missed yesterday morning when I emptied the pot out to take the doses?I got 

I got the laptop going and searched for “What if I miss a Bisoprolol dose?” As anticipated, it said if you are within 4 hours of the next dose due, do not take any extra. So I didn’t. This could be the cause of my depression and fogginess? I thought about whether or not to take some cough medicine to counter this nagging tussis I’ve had for 24 hours of so? After failing to find the bottle of cough medicine, I decided not to take any. Hahaha!

That’s the cough linctus and the new umbrella still to be found then, oh and the electric razor. I feel satisfied all three are lurking somewhere in my apartment?

Sod-it! The dizzies back, I thought I was doing well this morning.

Hello, another WRHD session! No bleeding again, though, just pain. Sneezing now!

Laptop back on and got yesterday’s diary finished and started this one off.

p1020586Went into the kitchen to make a brew, and this was the view. Fantastic I thought.

It looked like the homes in the centre, as they were lit by the upcoming sun from behind and to the left, were, The Chosen Ones!

I still get astounded by the views from here. And feel lucky to have them to look at.

0815hrs: Closed laptop down and readied for the trip to the dentists.

0001After the shower and shave, I bravely mounted the new scales.

Up just a pound (and a few ounces, but let’s not be pernickety eh?).

Called to see Olive on the way out, but no answer, perhaps a little early? 

A little overcast this morning, but the sun got through on the odd occasions. I struggled up the gravel path into the park. But it was worth it and so beautiful up there. The trees and bushes so green, and occasionally stopped to watch the dogs walking their owners.

One dog, an elderly looking grey and white greyhound had really got this owner trained well. The ball was thrown, and he chased it picked it up and stood waiting, for the boss to get to him to pick it up and throw it again! I really enjoyed the walk through today.

Seemed to be feeling a bit better too. I did forget to get the cough medicine as I ambled down into Sherwood, passing the chemist on the way to the Dentist! Humph!

01fTwo girls crossing the heavy traffic on Mansfield Road drew some horn tooting from some of the drivers.

The pelican lights were about 100 yds further down the road. The gals just gave them the finger and carried on laughing.

I had to laugh too!

Into the dentist, to find they had knocked a wall down and changed the reception area to accommodate three receptionists now. The thick coating of gloss paint had only recently been done by the potent smell of it. Had to fill in a mega form and permission sanction form, then waited to be called.

The nurse called me I assume, but I didn’t hear her, so she came and shook me shoulder as I was doing the crossword book.

Up to the surgery, very quick they were today, I noticed the light fitting above the chair was much more populated with dead insects than on the last visit. They soon had me checked asked if I was in any pain, said you are okay, book another appointment with the receptionist on you way out… All done!

01hSettled the bill with the Obergruppenführeress on the desk. When she told me I’d to pay £19.50, it was only time she smiled. I thought it was £18 last time, maybe it’s gone up a bit. Not complaining mind, a lot better than having to go private and pay hundreds of pounds – although a private dentist may have higher quality flies in their light fittings to look at? Hehehe! 

Out and was lucky enough to be in time to catch the L8 bus back up Winchester Hill and to the flats.

Had a blether with a lady from the 4th floor in the lift, we were both intent on getting our slippers on, making a cup of tea and visiting the porcelain!

Called in to see Olive, but no answer. Her family might have taken her out for the day.

I returned to the apartment and visited the porcelain, made a mug of tea and got me slippers, then laptop on. Added the dates to the Google and paper diary, then did a shopping order from Morrisons. Updated this post.

More work on the TFZ ‘Who’s watching’ graphic series. Got about 10 done now, but many more to do yet. 

Got the chips in the oven and nipped off to visit Olive, and she was in. Lovely chinwag and mutual fondness seemed to be in the air. A kiss and a cuddle, and back to the flat to sort the meal out.

0001Although the fodder looked appetising, with the cold or whatever it is I’ve got, the taste-buds let me down and I didn’t really enjoy it as much as I should have. Mind you, I ate it all… out of habit more than relish I think?

Made an order online for delivery from Morrisons for tomorrow.

I’ve ordered some tiny cans of garden peas now the fresh ones are finishing. A lot dearer getting these little tins. When I was checking to see if I needed any more bleach, I found the missing cough medicine! Took a good swig of it.

Climbed into the £300 second-hand recliner chair with a mug of orange juice, some nibbles and the TV paper at my side, to settle and watch a DVD, “Quatermass 11” from the 1959 TV series and took the medications, remembering the ulcer medicine, not that it’s very effective but better than nothing.

Minutes later, I realised I’d not got the mobile phone nearby, got out of the now reluctant £300 second-hand recliner and retrieved the phone from my jacket pocket in the hallway. Climbed back into the £300 second-hand recliner chair to settle.

Minutes later, after I’d just started to watch Quatermass, I saw the curtains had not been drawn. Got out of the now reluctant to work and shuddering a bit £300 second-hand recliner and pulled them too. While doing this, I spotted I’d not got the alarm wristlet on – hobbled to the Wetroom where I found it on top of the porcelain, put it on and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner, and sat down without any hiatus, as it was now refusing to operate at all.

Then the nerves started, ‘Had I turned off the taps, locked the door, left the oven on, closed the kitchen window,  left the heater on in the wetroom?’

Got out of the now dormant £300 second-hand recliner yet again and checked around, all seemed okay, so back to the £300 second-hand recliner and found it working? Okay, it shook and whined a little, eventually, I settled again.

I started to watch the DVD and got through it without any nod-offs!

Had to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner in request intimated from the body for a WRHD session. (Tsk, no rest is there! Hehe!) I put down the extra WRHDs to the bug I’d caught.

The TV programmes I watched, after the DVD, were scattered with the nod-off moments.

Woke from a long doze around 0200hrs, coughing. Another trip to the porcelain was needed, this time, the £300 second-hand recliner worked seamlessly?

I’d been dreaming about high cliffs and trying to jump off but couldn’t get down, repeated efforts, nets would appear and catch me, giant birds scooped me up and replaced me the top again, as I tried again I’d find myself in a bath full of bubbles, got sucked down the drain and fell back at the head of the cliff again? There were so many other failed attempts and reasons for failure I’m sure, but of course, I cannot recall the others?

I sprang awake at 0415hrs or so, again in need of a WRHD session.