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Inchcock Today – Sunday 8th October 2017

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Sunday 8th October 2017

0040hrs: After a lousy few hours waking and nodding off, I eventually found the will-power to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner and trundle to the Porcelain Throne. Where things in the lower regions seemed to have altered yet again – back to the winds emitting without solids, innards churning and my sneezing regularly once more. My toothache was far worse than of late, this I put down to the substantially rocklike nature of the batter on last nights fish fingers in the meal

I assembled the washing and accoutrements in the bag, and poddled down in the lift and got the washing machine going.

0106hrs: To the apartment and got the medications taken and the new doses pots for next week sorted.

0135hrs: Down again to the laundry and moved the clothing from the washer into the dryer.

I popped out through the foyer doors to take a look around outside. No signs of the predicted meteor shower as far as I could see, anyway.

I noticed that the bottle recycling bin that was emptied on Thursday was overfilled again. Every one of the glass containers was of alcoholic related liquids. Seems we must have an above average number of  Three sheets to the wind artists and well-lubricated old boozers in our block then? I’m jealous that they can afford to.

0150hrs: When I got to the lifts to go back up, number one was on the 3rd floor, number two on the 6th floor. I pressed the call button, and number one went up to the 8th floor, number two up to the 11th floor? Then elevator one came down to the ground floor – how this can occur, I can’t comprehend, understand or know. Tsk!

Getting into the lift, I examined the still there on the floor after three weeks, ‘Wachileno’ amoeboid (Alien Blob).

The worm-like birth in the centre has moved, and it looks like a new growth is taking place. See the fresh light brown patch above left of the original whatever platyhelminth like creature it is? I wonder which planet the Alieness that laid this came from? Hahaha!

0233hrs: Back to the laundry room.

I took some cleaners with me so I could titivate the mess left on top of the first washer.

Then I took the cleaned washing out of the dryer, cleaned the drum casing and filter.

Retrieved the clobber and folded it and loaded it in the bag.

0258hrs: Up and got the clothes stored away and refilled the cleaning gear pots ready for the next visit to the Laundry Room.

Made a mug of tea and got on with updating yesterday’s diary.

Did Email checks. Then started this post off.

WordPress reading next.

TFZing, but it was hard with the Virgin Internet going so slow and losing it regularly.

Facebook then. But the internet connection from Virgin Media had got so slow I had to give up on it.

Got the fodder ready early.

As Tim Price would say, it was very tooth-friendly.

The canned mackerel in BBQ sauce very tasty. A shame the banana was over-ripe and had gon furry inside, though.

I tried the Idahoan Cheddar Mash today. Greatly disappointed with it. There was something in it that tasted like it should not be there. Checked the label and found that it was coconut?

I’ll put the other packets up for a raffle prize, if I remember, I’ll offer Jenny some as a little thank you for caring for us.

That will teach me not to buy things, well, so many of them, without trying them out first!

They were very expensive as well. Back to the own-label cheaper ones next time. Tsk!

I got the google-box on ready to watch the England football match, then started to do the washing up, when Sister Jane telephoned me.

While I was listening to her tales and enjoying it, the thought that I had left the hot water tap on came to me – I explained to Jane, who understood and went to check it out. Yes, I’d left the hot-water faucet running. Luckily, only very slowly.

As I went back to Jane on the landline, that dreaded wet & warm sensation from the rear-end was sensed. I told Jane, and again she understood. Off to the wet room and started to check things out. Oh dear, the blood! Harold’s Haemorrhoids had and were almost spitting the blood out. This told me that at least only the external ones were bleeding. Heck of a job to stop them this time.

Cleansing, creaming, medicating and the use of almost a full kitchen towel was needed, along with a lot of patience. They were stinging someone afterwards, so I took an extra painkiller with the evening Health Checks and medications.

Dizzy Dennis had a go at me as I settled to watch the football game. I was getting a little despondent with things now. Huh!

I was even lower in spirits after the match. England’s campaign ended in victory – but mediocrity!

Still, apart from Hamorrhoid Harold and the odd twinge from Anne Gyna, the ailments had settled along with me to get some sleep.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 7th October 2017

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Saturday 7th October 2017

0300hrs: I stirred in a uhtceare fashion, fretting over almost everything that came into my mind as well as whatever it was I was dreaming about, but these details faded fast from my intellectually challenged brain. A headache too, now that is very uncommon for me.

After reacquiring some semi-control of the grey-cells, I stirred myself and climbed out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. (It was not working) A dangerous task, but I managed it without a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa, and taking care not to stub my toes, I made my way to the Porcelain Throne.

The rumbling and grumbling in the intestines yesterday was a warning of what was to come, for it came! Hehe! Trotsky Terence was back with a vengeance. Had a good cleaning up of the WC and my lower regions. Utilised the Citrus Body and Lemon fresh-air sprays. Realised that Harold Haemorrhoids was bleeding in the process. Also, I was sneezing again. So, I applied some Corticosteroid Cream took some kitchen towels with me when leaving and deposited them near the computer for later use. (And well-used they were!)

Did the Health Checks: Weight 14.93 again.

Created the Goose Fair post with the photos and got it posted.

Then finalised yesterday’s diary.

I found some more photographs I had missed off of the Goose Fair blog, and trimmed and then and put them together in CorelDraw and added them to the post.

Back to the WC for a wee-wee, but found I needed a heavy-duty session. Just as well I’d got there for the wee-wee, or else there might have been an Accifauxpa. Humph, lucky that! Another clean-up activity session.

Back to the kitchen, back to the WC for a wee-wee, back to the kitchen and made another mug of tea. I opened the window to have a good nosey around outside and realised I could see the Nottingham City Homes at Sneinton near the City Centre in clear view. According to Google Maps, it is about 3 miles away as the crow flies.

This Bentinck Court was modernised at the end of last year.

Feeling a little pleased with my efforts, I did the above on CorelDraw and then tried to do a Panoramic of the skyline. Huh, failed yet again!

I just can’t seem to master this skill at all. Grumph!

I glanced at the new vinegarsI’d bought to have with the fish noshes, and spotted what might be an error. The two bottles, Asda and Morrisons, were exactly the same sizes, but they claimed difference volumes. One 250ml the other 350ml?

Beats me.

As I was shutting the window, I noticed the excellent parking of our Senior Citizens. And this, when we have been informed that the workers will be operational this weekend to get the concreting finished in time. Thus, the ready-made lorries will need access to deliver their ready-made cement, aggregate and water.

0650hrs: Made the brew and returned to the computer… via a trip for a wee-wee en route.

The sneezing is just as severe at the moment. Not earth-shattering I know.

But it doesn’t-half give the poorly-teggies some stick when it comes. Mind you, with a bit of luck the noisy DIYer upstairs might hear it? I don’t think Anne Gyner is too keen on the more forceful sternutations either.

Finally, I got around to starting today’s diary.

Rechecked the Emails. Nothing new in? Hope things are alright.

On Facebook and the Virgin Media service became very slow.

Checked the potatoes in the crock-pot, nowhere near ready yet.

I must try to remember to see Jenny and find out if she is in next Wednesday so I can give her the Thank You present I’ve ordered online for her.

Hello, Oddknob upstairs is doing some DIY again, Tap, knock, thud… Tut!

Checked spuds again, getting close to being ready for mashing now. Got the water boiling for the smoked haddock and got the cos sticksi n the oven.

Got the meal served up and the washing up done.

Mashed Crock-Pot potatoes boiled with White Wine Vinegar and mixed with strong cheddar cheese, garden peas, battered cod fingers and a most delightfully tasty bit of smoked haddock in butter.

I masticated this meal with relative ease for the teggies. But, the batter on th fish fingers proved minacious to the incisors, I should have known really. Didn’t half make me jump! Hehe!

Cleaned the accoutrements and to the Porcelain Throne, where things had changed again and turned to a foul-smelling wind with threats of something coming, but nothing did.

‘Herbert’ above me began to knock drill and tap-tap again.

I put the TV on with the headphones on high to escape the man’s noise, fell asleep and spent the next five hours waking to wonder what this programme is on the box, thinking of turning it off and nodding off again, repeatedly.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 5th October 2017: Late Whoopsiedangleplops

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Thursday 5th October 2017

02.22hrs: Woke with Craig Cramps and Dizzy Dennis both giving me bother. But, lots of last nights dream was still lucid in my head, so I got up and turned the computer on and used CorelDraw to do the graphic about it and put it on yesterday’s diary while it was fresh in my mind. Here it is again, in case you missed it. I think I dreamt it in mono? I added a vignette effect to it.

Then off to the Porcelain Throne. A far less messy session this one was. Medicated the rear end, washed and into the kitchen to take the medications, do the Health Checks and make a cuppa.The weight had gone up a fair bit. 14.94 Tsk!

The sneezing started again, but it didn’t start the teeth aching or the nose bleeding this time.

It was cold, wet and windy outside. And I have to go to the clinic later. Humph!

I forgot to turn off the flash on this photo, though. Tsk!

During another short visit from Dizzy Dennis, I felt the concinnity of my brain hard to understand or control. But, it was all over within a few moments. Very odd!

I could hear the wind outside gale blowing away. I opened the window and took this photograph.

Made a start on the Emails, there were many of them to get through this morning.

One, from Brother-in-law Pete, was a photograph of a newspaper article come headline.

He pointed out that it could have been me! He was referring to the Nottingham City Homes people, after the Grenfell fire who had posted notes to everyone in the flats telling them to remove their doormats. Thank heavens we don’t live in the Brighton & Hove City Council area! Hehe! They (The B&H City Council) removed the mat and charged the tenants £20 a week for storage until they collected them Huh!
I emailed this photo to Warden Deana, a bit of friendly fun.

Onto Facebooking next.

I found an old graphic wot I done, and reposted it on Facebook for a laugh.

The ailments, bat Dizzy all seem to be in a charitable mood with me up to now? Bless em!

I made a pot of porridge and watched a car programme on YouTube.

Feeling a bit more clear headed now as well and besides, also.

Hehehe!

Got the ablutions all done.

Shaved with only one little cut, Did the teggies without any hassle, cunningly brushed around the two incisor teeth safely and did not catch the loose tooth.

Good long, in-depth shower, scouring pad utilised, went carefully around the nose.

Then did the medicating of the required areas and splashed on the after-shave and deodorant. Got myself dressed.

Took the black bags to the rubbish chute, and set off to the bus stop.

Nobody about when I arrived, but soon there about twelve of us tenants there. None of them being in a talkative mood this morning, in fact, they all appeared to be a little glum and sullen? The niche crew were their usual selves, talking and whispering within their own little Métiers of Merit.

Caught the bus and gave the driveress a nibble bar. Even she looked sorrowful as well. Oh dearie me.

Got into Arnold, all I wanted was some Stilton Cheddars, soft biscuits and tinned garden peas.

The weather was bright enough, and the wind had dropped a little.

Went into the Asda (Walmart) store, straight to the Mini-Cheddar shelves, but they had no Stilton variety on display again. Got some Lemon Cream biscuits on offer, though. And three tins of Asda Smart-Price generic label garden peas (Which when I opened a tin later, dozens of the peas had black spots on them?)

Had to move a bit sharpish if I was to catch the next L9 bus.

The people in Asda also seemed a bit grumpy.

Those at the bus stop were stood around in silence.

When the bus arrived, and I got on it, the many many passengers all seemed to be downhearted as well. So many on the bus, the lack of conversation and nattering was worrying me. Even the ankle-snappers were quiet!

I was the only person to alight at the flats bus stop and walked miserably to the Woodthorpe Courts block. No one was about en route. Very odd this, has something happened that I don’t know about?

Getting to the elevators, Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deans appeared. Even she did not have her usual set-to-mode smile on! She informed that she needed to talk to me to update my details. I told her I would be in all day today. Better next week she said. We arranged in for early next Thursday morning. Some passed by and she went off to talk to them, I got in the lift (Number Two) and up to the dwelling box.

Gawd, I’d joined all the others now in feeling dejected.

Put the bits away and got the potatoes in the crock-pot seasoned with some balsamic vinegar.

Made a brew and took a picture from the kitchen window as I did.

I wondered how many people live down there in those few streets – were they any happier than the depressingly wretchedly despondent shower of old folk today living here?

The phone rang, it was Foot Lady Sue. She could come earlier so she will be here in twenty minutes. I’d got the appointment down for Friday?

Started to update this diary and Foot Lady Sue the Chiropodist arrived and done my feet. Gave her the £20 she said I gave her short last time and the £30 for this session.

As she left, the ‘Herbert’ upstairs started his drilling knocking and scraping again.

I’m feeling even more down in the dumps now. Hehe!

Rechecked the Emails.

I was a little weary by now, poor old thing. Hehe!

I used adequately boiled spuds today, and indeed bashed them up adding cheese and a drop of milk in the hope of making them nice and extra soft so as not to bother the ailing incisor teeth, but I made a mess of this, and the lumps caught my teggies a few times when eating. Tsk!

Thought I’d get the things cleaned up before eating the nosh, in case I fell asleep following the masticationalisationing of the fodder. Then I’d have to face the washing up in the morning. Not a good idea, cause I got myself into to right state doing the pots. I dropped the mixing bowl taking it from counter top to the sink. Oh dear! Not comfortable getting down and up to retrieve lumps of mashed potatoes. Then I even dropped the carton of orange juice as I poured it out. A sticky mess there to clean-up as well. Oh, my knees and Hippy Hilda went through it. Tsk!

By the time I was settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with the meal on my knee, the fodder was well cold! Yet, I still enjoyed it? I think the adding just a drop or two of Light Soy Sauce to the potatoes when they were being mixed with the cheese, made them sweet and tasty. Even if they had gone cold. Humph!

I’ll see how I feel in the morrow and try to get to go to the Goose Fair (If the knees, Anne and Hilda allow me to) and get some photographs to ue on WordPress. We’ll see how things are then. The getting up and down to clean the messes I made, has displeased Arthur Itis, Hippy Hilda and Anne Gyna. Not the ailments to upset if you can help it.

TV was turned on, and the nod-offs and waking up sessions began.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 4th October 2017: Bad Day

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Wednesday 4th October 2017

0025hrs: Up and off for a wee-wee. No signs received of any Porcelain Throne activities yet.

Assembled the laundry things and off down on lift two and got the washing machine going. I went back up to the home in elevator one – (The Alien Blob invaded one) and it was still shaking when it travelled.

Signs of life in the Blob appeared to be lingering still? Hehe!

Got the Tuesday log finished and posted off.

Back down and moved the clobber from washer to the dryer.

For some reason as I left to go back to the flat, the view through the laundry room window on the door, made me think of Alcatraz?

Had a wee-wee and made a start on this diary up to here.

Then did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Still no signs of needing the Throne? The rumbling and grumbling of yesterday’s stomach seem to have stopped suddenly, most bemusing.

Down again to collect the clothing and titivate the machines, filters and laundry room.

Back in the apartment, the clothes were put away, and I put on the kettle again and oh boy… What a sneeze I had!

I thought I was going to lift my feet off of the ground, Hehehe! The resulting nosebleed and pain from the teeth were uncomfortable, to say the least. For a moment or two, I craved the return of the joyful, carefree Blythe days of my youth, then passed the wind and hastened to the Porcelain Throne. Where nothing happened movement-wise, but the mind brabbled way with itself as if it was someone else having a conversation with my grey-cells, and I was just a curious observer?

These thoughts seemed really other-worldly, preternatural. Never has such a thing happened to me before, and although they lasted only a few minutes, I felt mentally exhausted as my mind returned to its usual semi-confused state. At the time, I could have believed that an extraterrestrial entity had uninvitingly invaded my cerebrum. I felt a kind of knowledge that I could not understand, present? It was almost scary.

By the time I’d treated the nosebleed and returned to finish making the brew, the memories of the ‘conversation come communication’, were fading fast. So I wrote down what I could recall to record it here straight away. I really would like someone with the skills to analyse this for me if possible.

0350hrs: Got caught up to here with the diary. Checked the Emails.

Morrisons Email about delivery on the way, due in about an hour or two. Substituted the horrible Hellmann’s Vinaigrette Dressing in place of Balsamic Morrison brand, Tsk!

Did the WordPress reading. Then onto Facebook to catch up again.

A wee-wee and made another mug of tea.

Out onto the balcony and took this photographicalisation. It was very windy out there.

Back to Facebooking and the Morrison delivery arrived.

Overdid the spending a bit methinks… again!

I got it all put away. I had to put some stuff in the spare room! Tsk!

I’d ordered some of the Smoked mackerel flakes – but as usual, I got the wrong flavour. This is a Hot one. Still, it might be alright for me.

I’d also ordered some new flavouring sauces I’d not tried before. The Italian White Wine Vinegar, I know I bought to go with the fish. But, why did I get the American Ranch white sauce one? In fact, I can’t remember ordering it. I looked at the ingredients on the label. “Rapeseed Oil, Buttermilk, Glucose-Fructose Syrup, Water, Oak Smoked Vegetable Oils (5%) (Rapeseed, Sunflower). Acidity Regulator (Acetic Acid), Salt, Dried Skimmed Milk, Dried Free Range Egg Yolk, Dried Onion, Modified Maize Starch, Preservative (Potassium Sorbate). Mustard Flour, Stabiliser (Xanthan Gum), Dried Garlic, White Pepper, Dried Parsley, Dried Chives” – I’m none-the-wiser on what to use it on. Salads?

Did some upgrading on WordPress and Firefox.

A sort of haziness, vagueness and bamboozlement joined the mental and physical weariness.

The sky had pane trails in a criss-cross layout.

Did the health checks and medicationalisationing.

Then got the fodder sorted earlier than usual. Come think of it, it wasn’t more before, was it? With getting up so early?

Got a small tin of beans seasoned with balsamic vinegar, mash with cheese powder and the Polish hot dog sausages, followed with a lemon curd yoghourt. Despite my lack of concentration due to the tiredness, the rumbling innards, Incisor teeth, sore, bleeding nose and eyelids that were determined to close on their own, I really did enjoy this meal. As I forced myself to do the washing up, I remembered I was supposed to be having the smoked mackerel flakes. Tsk!

Odd-knob from upstairs started his tap-tapping and thudding away again.

The body told me I had to sit and rest straight away, twinges came in warning of another Dizzy Dennis attack reinforced my decision to get myself down into the £300 second-hand recliner and sod everything else.

Minutes later, the mobile phone rang. Lowered the recliner and struggled out of it wearily

It was the Doctors Surgery with the INR blood test results, new doses and the next appointment. The level has shot up far too high again, 4.9 and this concerned me. Because the dentist’s third appointment to have the incisors seen to, is on Friday 13th. And if the level is not within 2.5 > 3.5 they will for the third time, refuse to pull the teeth and make another appointment with the proviso that the INR is within range, meaning another 3-4 week wait to get an appointment again!

I wrote the date, time (Tuesday 10th Oct @ 0800hrs) and new dosages on the written diary as she gave them to me. Fingers-crossed that the level is within range then.

Back into the recliner, got the idea that I might have left the tap running or something else not right. Out of the shaking shuddering £300 second-hand recliner again and into the kitchen. Checked around, fridge doors closed, power off to the cooker and no taps running.

Settled down and Dizzy Dennis visited as I turned on the TV. I was asleep and dreaming within seconds. When I almost jumped awake, I’d been dreaming of my going down cellar steps (Like in the old house) but into a sewer to do the washing. Dolly tub and wash board there. I was thin again and younger, kept waving at imaginary people talking to them?

I made this graphic in the morning and added it, the image still clear in my head?

Started the nodding-offs and waking sequence again.

Inchcock Today – Monday 2nd October 2017

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Monday 2nd October 2017

0210hrs: Woke, once again knowing I had been dreaming away, but no memories remained of them. Stomach rumbling and gurgling, a message, a warning of the battle between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Conrad of what is to come perhaps? A rectally located storm brewing!

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had a short Dizzy Dennis moment, into the kitchen, HC’s, brewed a mug of tea and took a photograph of the moon on the skyline.

Computer turned on, and this diary started. Porcelain Throne session demands answered. I think Trotsky Terence might be winning the battle today – messy! Back to the kitchen, medications taken along with a Senna capsule.

0300hrs: The by now gone cold, the mug of tea, was replaced with a fresh one, and I went on Excel and finalised last weeks Health Check for the nurse, tomorrow.

Back to yesterday’s post and updated then posted it off.

Checked the Emails, responded, WordPress reading and continued to pass the wind with the skills of an expert. Haha!

Got this in an Email from the Nottingham City Homes people?

Boy, how I’d love to take part – but, the old body will not let me consider it. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, Heel-Spurs Sandra, Hernia Harry, Craig Cramps, Hiatal Hernia Horis, Trotsky Terence, Reflux Roger, Bunion Boris, Overweight Oscar, High BP, Henrietta, Osteoarthritis Oscar, Tendonitis Tim. The Ticker and the Toothache, between them, would not like it if I did try to dance! Hehehe! Not complaining like, because Colin’s Calcium Pyrophosphate Dihydrate Crystal Deposition problem (Right knee only) has eased the last few weeks nicely. Hahaha!

Sister Jane supplied me with a photograph of her toe before her operation, that is due shortly.

It’s all that chasing after hubby Pete to clean up after him, you know! Hehe!

Hope it all goes well for her. I’d cross me fingers for her, but she’s already crossed her toes! Hehehe!

Went onto Facebooking then did the Emails and WordPress reading.

After another uncomfortable session on the porcelain throne, I tended to the ablutionalisational duties. I think the IRN level may be low, cause the multitude of tiny razor cuts did not bleed much, and congealed quickly.

Got the things ready and took the waste bags to the chute on the way out. Both lifts were working this morning, and I got the Number One, the Alien Blob host from a fortnight ago.

It was still there on the floor, and the lift was shaking more than ever too. Hence a bad picture of the Alien life-form. Hehe! My deduction being;

  1. The caretaker is related to the Aliens and does not want to harm their lifeform.
  2. The caretaker has not noticed the invasion and planting of the blob containing their species.
  3.  The caretaker has died, and no one has noticed?

Down and along to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A queue waiting for the bus, and much nattering and moaning took place.

Welsh Bill told me that the big thing in the centre of the buildings was used to press the pantagruelian hollow tubes into the ground, and the ready-made concrete lorries that arrive each weekday regularly, has the mix poured down these tubes.

As the bus neared the terminus, I took these shots through the window of a street beggar on Upper Parliament Street.

I think they get around the law by sitting with their dogs and begging bowls in the doorways of empty properties, because begging is barred, in the City Centre according to the Council. Anyway, this bloke got some cash and a twinkling-smile from this blonde Jaguar? Haha!

Down and through the Slab Square, and I caught a tram to the Asda (Walmart) store in Radford Road.

As we passed the Forest, the Goose Fair was being got ready for Thursday’s opening and the overcharging to start again this year.

I dropped off of the tram behind the Asda (Walmart) store.

Not many folks about at all as the tram pulled away.

I limped down the long steep steps into the shop.

Spend a long time wandering around, and ended up with one packet of sage & onion stuffing, four tins of curried beans (on offer). Three tins of Mackerel in BBQ sauce (7p a tin cheaper than Morrisons). Lemon Mousse, seafood sticks, Polish Frankfurters (Very nice!). Bread thins and some fresh smoked Basa fish. I’ve not seen this fish before and looked it up later “The basa fish (Pangasius bocourti) is a species of catfish in the family Pangasiidae. Basa is native to the Mekong and Chao Phraya basins in Indochina.” I hope it is nice, I bought it ’cause it looked like smoked Haddock, but was half the price?

The hassle began at the check-out. Not many tills working and it was busy, so I tried to use the ‘Self-Serve’ ones. Each time I scanned a tin off Mackerel and placed it in the bag on the right, a voice that I could not decypher rang out, with a message on the screen “We did not recognise the last item, please remove from bagging area and rescan the product.” This happened twice on the mackerel, and the stuffing. I asked a lady for help, and she tutted rather blatantly and whipped through pressing buttons on the machine and wandered off – I had to ask her three times and the gal was getting very annoyed with me. On the last occasion she actually spoke to me, well, more shouted at me, “You are putting the things in yer bag to quickly!” Made me look and feel a right fool!

When I finally got finished and paid, I checked the receipt and found it had overcharged me for a packet of stuffing and a tin of mackerel. Oh, dear! Bravely I approached the Obergruppenfureress assistant and mentioned this to her. The blunt reply I got was; “I can’t-do anything about that, you’ve to go to the customer service desk!” Gave me a superior sneer, curled her lips and off she poddled.

Then I joined the queue at the Customer Service desk. One gal all on her own and four in the line. Eventually, it got to my turn, and I explained everything to the lady. She checked the things in the bag against the receipt. Handed me a form to sign saying the refund was carried out to my satisfaction and gave me 85p. It was all a bit confusing for me. The trip to spend the £12 odd had taken me two hours plus in the shop. And the bag was heavy to carry. Hehe!

Out onto Radford Road and awaited the arrival of the tram.

The thing was cram packed with people, but I managed to get a seat.

Dropped off and walked down to the City Centre for a wander around, to kill time until the next L9 bus departure was due.

This Nottingham PAvement Cyclist (There were dozens of them mind) weaved speedily through the at-risk pedestrians. Git! He wasn’t even looking where he was going!

This gal sat eating was a change to look at, for many reasons.

Her green wig (Or is it died?) She was eating a packed lunch.

And, she was not on a mobile phone – How refreshing!

I caught the bus back to the apartments. Had a go at the crosswords en route.

Took this photo through the bus window of Clumber Street, not so busy today.

A lady tenant got on, and when we arrived and hobbled along to the flats had a chinwag.

Once inside, the Porcelain Throne was utilised. Messy again.

I felt totally drained suddenly.

Got the fodder sorted early. Baked beans with balsamic vinegar added, some of the Polish sausages and mashed potatoes with dried savoy cabbage salt and black pepper, and a lemon dessert.

After washing the pots and cleaning up, I was exhausted and could only settle in the recliner and spent hours and hours nodding off and waking up again!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 1st October 2017: Early Accifauxpa

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Sunday 1st October 2017

0500hrs: The need for the Porcelain Throne utilisation forced my unwilling brain and body to raise themselves from the £300 second-hand recliner to make my way to the wet-room. Sounds easy to do, doesn’t it? Remember who we are talking about here! Hehe!

A good blooming start to the day! Hehe!

As I alighted the chair, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis in the knee both gave way at the same time. The pain was unexpectedly vicious, and as I went forwards, putting out my hands to attenuate the landing of my overweight flobby-body-mass, and this did soften the fall considerably – unfortunately, I caught just my nose on the corner of the Ottoman on the way down.

Not much of the kitchen towels left by the time I sorted things out, nosebleed, Haemorrhoid Harold and cleaned myself up! Hehe!

I may have muttered something like, “Oh dearie me!” afterwards. No time to muse over this too long, as the Porcelain Throne session was urgent. And another messy effort again. Trotsky Terence ensured that it was a splattering, spitting, spraying operation that needed the cleaning up of the porcelain and medicating of me. I know keep a stock of the Imodium capsules in the drawer next to the WC, and took one immediately, in the hope that things will calm down. Stopped the nosebleed, well, it stopped on its own actually within ten minutes or so. It started again later of course. Humph!

All tarted up and clean again, back to the kitchen.

It was raining and dark outside, and I took some photographicalisations of the morning scene.

Foolishly I opened the window to take one shot, and got soaked as the frame turned and all the rainwater poured in and over me and the floor I stood on!

I cleaned up the kitchen and myself once again!

Reopening the window with just enough room for me to get the camera out of it, I recorded the car parking situation below.

One tenant with the red or orange car on the left had conveniently blocked in the silver car who had parked of the concrete and on the grass verge. Hehehe!

Moments later, the rain stopped falling. Mmm?

Did the Health Checks, took the other morning medications and rubbed some Phorpain on the knees and Hippy Hilda. Did a good job of this, used a lot of the gel and rubbed and rubbed it into the hip and all around. Doing this, I realised that Haemorrhoid Harold had started bleeding again, so I cleaned up the rear department and applied the Corticosteroid cream. This reminded me that I am on the list awaiting a Haemorrhoidectomy, and have been for a long time now. I must mention this to the nurse on Tuesday. Also, might mention Hippy Hilda, but no chance of any help there yet. There are much more suffering others also waiting who cannot walk at all, so no complaints from me on that score. I read on the label of the cream; “Making simple dietary changes and not straining on the toilet are often recommended…” Huh, with Trotsky Terence and Diahorea Duncan always battling among themselves for supremacy all this year, fat chance of that!

I’d been up and about for around an hour and a half now, and had spent most of that time in the flipping wet-room cleaning up or medicationalising something or other!

Searched failingly to find my reading glasses? Had to use the old pair. The mystery to me is where I put them?

I got on with updating yesterdays diary and posted it off. Three wee-wees during this time?

To the kitchen again to make another mug of tea.

I spotted that the bananas I bought yesterday from the Cooperative store in Sherwood, were going black at the stalk ends. Oh, dear?

I’d left the window ajar and could hear a dog barking, and opened the window to see if it was the white dog that takes its owneress for a walk every Sunday morning, and it was.

The rain had started again.

Started off this chronicle and updated the photo album.

The nose started bleeding again. Took a while for it to stop this time, but it did. Also, I now have a new pain in the neck. Caused, I assume by the tumble earlier. It might have at least have hit the incisors and knocked the loose tooth out for me! Haha!

Went onto Email checking and responding to WordPress reading.

Then onto Facebooking.

The kind gentleman upstairs has started knocking and banging again! I could swear!

Sister Jane rang me and had a natter.

I found this photo on the Nottingham Post site. Queen Street, where I catch the L9 bus from town. Man climbs up scaffolding – Antisocial incident?

Did some graphics.

This one is for Lynton and his better-half. A good, wise bloke is he. Don’t let him know I said this, though. Hehe!

Health Checks done, medications taken and my mind turned to the fodder.

Nosh sorted out, and a mess made doing it, that you would not believe it possible to make just doing seasoned baked beans, potatoes and bacon bits cut up into tiny pieces!

I’d been stirring the bean in the saucepan all the time the bacon was cooking in the oven. Got the potatoes out of the crock-pot and mashed them up and added some herbs, got it in the serving dish. Went to add the bacon to the beans… and realised I’d been stirring the beans with balsamic vinegar but had not turned on the heat to the hob! Set it on high and continued to spoon… By the time it was warm enough, the potatoes had gone cold! Popped the dish in the still warm oven, and washed the things while it rewarmed… Managed to cut me down a fingernail on the steak knife, dropped the washing-up liquid bottle that burst open as it hit the floor… Cleaned that up, by which time the oven had cooled, and the meal was not looking too bright, fresh or appealing. Then had to go to the Porcelain Throne, use it, clean it and myself, medicate things and eventually got around to the meal again. Tsk!

Still, I ate it all the same, added some BBQ sauce to it – which was the hottest part of the whole meal. The word Failure comes to mind!

Washed the pots up, passed some more wind then got the gogglebox on and soon the nodding-off then waking routine set in.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 30th September 2017: Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop!

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Saturday 30th September 2017

Bad night for dreams. Did not wake up until around 0530hrs. Then, I glanced around the room and the same feeling that overcame me last night returned. Well, many feelings but all with the same pattern of guilt at the state of the place. Contrition, disgrace, pangs of conscience and self-reproach being the worst of them.

I recalled the promise to myself last night that I made: “I’ll get the cleaning up done first thing in the morning, use the hoover later so as not to bother the neighbours with the noise.” The idea of leaving it all and doing something else, anything at all – fleetingly came to mind, but the guilt was too strong.

The ailments seemed kind as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. A rock-hard start, followed up with a messy slush of sorts?

Then into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, well, I was about to: I had to rush back to the Throne, and it was not a good session, it was a long hard battle for a few minutes again, and then Trotsky Terence had a bash at me! Splashing, spraying,  More cleaning up to do before I could start on the housework – or should that be apartment-work or flat-work? Haha!

Back in the kitchen again, I found I had left the hot tap running and now, had no hot water! Briefly, I allowed naughty thoughts to come into the brain, like, “Should I bother doing the cleaning, no hot water will make it difficult to clean-up…” But, my conscience would not permit me the luxury of being slothful again! I decided to start on the front room.

The view outside was beautiful as I went out onto the balcony.

The lights were about to go out, cause I think they do so around 0600hrs this time of year.

Took a look at the windows to see if I might get away without cleaning them on the outside. The mess inside was more noticeable with the lights on inside and dark out! What an idiot I am! They were in a terrible state, and it was evident that they needed doing urgently.

Tsk!

I took two photographicalisations down from the balcony, to the left and the other, straight down. To say that I did them in a rush, they came out alright, I thought. And, it was not cold at all out there, and the few spots of rain earlier had stopped altogether.

I tried to energise myself and apply a gritty ‘Sticktoitiveness’ into my psychological state. To dedicate me to get the cleaning up done, whatever happens! So I did. Although as you will read, the stickability idea came unstuck, thanks to Trotsky Terence, old age, Anne Gyna and bleeding a lot rather when I had my shave. Humph! Hehe!

The photographs following, are of the area before of the left, and after on the right, of each zone tackled so heroically by Inchcock, I thank you. (Hehe!)

I decided to work anti-clockwise around the room and to end up doing the hoovering because it would be well past 0800hrs and some by then. Started with the corner display with the photos on it. I seemed to cope with the bending to dust and polish, even the screw on ends, without too much hassle. Did the frames and spent a few minutes when I saw Dad’s and Suzie’s pictures. Replaced the other stuff. Felt quite good at this stage, mind you, of course, I’d only just started the job.

 Then onto the DVD shelves and the fire surrounds. This took me three hours to get done, and other Porcelain Throne visits in between.

I made up a bag of stuff to take to the Nottingham Hospice Shop later. Lots of DVD’s and the new fancy landline phone I didn’t get on with at all. I tried to sort out the DVD’s, thinking the 20 or so I was giving to the Hospice Shop would make more room, there seemed to be less by the time I’d done the polishing and started tp out the whole lot back on the shelves? I replaced Maries’ kindly donated to me from Australia, Koala Katie in pride of place on top of the DVDs and had a chat with her. Well, I love Koala Katie!
Dusted and polished the fire surrounds, truncheons, plaque, clock, dusted Margaret Thatcher, she still ‘Squeaks’ when squashed you know, even all these years later!

Tackled the bookshelves and moved the hearing aids and accoutrements into their own tray. Then started on the 1963 second-hand G-Plan that holds the landline and computer and printer stuff on top and all sorts of rubbish inside. A Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop here! I’m afraid. The wooden door runners spilt open when I tried to close them after polishing them. The right-hand ones do not open anymore, Sob! I’ve left the left ones ajar so you can see how they should open. I had to use WD40, brute force and a prayer to get the broken door to close. My heart in the cleaning up task faded at this point!

Heck of a job getting the computer and TV screens cleaned without leaving any streaks. The alarm panel was involved too, I was scared of setting it off. After doing the best I could, I stopped for a break and mug of tea.The dreaded one next!

The dreaded one, the paperwork! But I took my time and got things sorted in the end. I remembered to keep the audio record book and card out on the writing desk and the INR card too, cause I’ll need them this week. (Smug Mode Adopted here, Hehe)

The office looked a lot better than it has done for some time, the two folder holders are beginning to burst at the seams, though. Might have to invest in another one soon.

The one area I thought I would not have any hassle with was the chairs. I was wrong! The cover on the recliner just did not want the hoover to remove all the little crumbs from my nocturnal nibbling session. Then I sprayed the wrong polish on the leather chair with the broken leg and cracked at the back. I used the window spray in mistake for the leather spray. What a Pallava it was getting it sorted!

Finally (photo taken at 1825hrs) actual time approx 1200hrs), the hoovering was done, a wee-wee and fatigued in the extreme now.

I wanted to get the Nottingham Hospice things delivered with the other stuff.

I pondered a while on if I would be okay walking around the block. Thought I would be, apart from Trotsky Terence and Anne Gyna giving hassle, all seemed well.

I boiled some saucepans of water and the kettle to get a stand-up wash and shave. .. then I thought, would the shower heater work now the boiler is cold? I was in luck, it was hot water coming from the shower head. Hippy! So, I carefully did the teggies, and shave, into the shower for a scrub-up and got the togs on, and bag ready to take to the Hospice Shop.

I got as far as over the road and onto the gravel hill path up to the park and realised I had not got the hearing aids in or the Lumix with me. So I legged it back to the foyer, and two girl tenants were just getting out of a taxi, so I waited for them holding the door open and helped one with her bag into the lift. To the flat, picked up the aids and camera and off again.

The feet were not too bad, but Anne Gyna was giving me bother.

Up the gravel hill again. Hehe!

Through the park to the gates and had a look at the Food Stalls on offer. Nothing of interest to me, there were seven food stalls, eleven personages available for serving clients, and two potential customers.

Very sad for the retailers.

Into Sherwood and dropped off the things at the Hospice Shop.

Sherwood seemed awfully quiet for a Saturday?

I walked down to the Co-op and got some soft bread and bananas.

By-passed the cake and hot food shops and made my now, very slow limp up Winchester Street Hill, back the complex.

On the way up, I spotted this slug. It seemed to be trying to drink water in a little crevice on the cracked pavement. Or not?

I was getting more wearier as I plodded on.

I got in and onto the Porcelain Throne, yet again. Splashes, splatters, WC and myself to clean up again. Getting fed-up again.

Did the checks and medications and took an anti-diarrhoea capsule. Then spotted the morning drugs that I was about to take much earlier when I got the Trots… still in their pot untaken! Tsk!

The recycling bags were posted through the door, they seem to come every two weeks nowadays. All five of them.

Then got on with finishing off yesterdays diary. Better late than never. Emails and WordPress reading. Then started this journal off. Many hours later. Even more, sacred hours passed my usual head-down time, I got it finished as the evening darkness grew darker.

Thought about the meal and what to have and got the urge to have some baked beans, seasoned with Balsamic vinegar, cheesy potatoes and BBQ smoked mackerel sounded nice. Realised I had only one tin of beans left, I added some to my Morrison order for Wednesday, or whenever it is for.

Then got the nosh cooking, well, no cooking at all really. I had instant mash with the last of the cheese mixed in, BBQ mackerel and baked beans with balsamic vinegar.

The light and free yoghourt had gone off badly – Pwher, nearly I passed out when I whipped off the lid! Eurgh! Haha!
Hope the others in the fridge are still okay.

I think I was too tired to get to sleep tonight. The nodding offs did not start until very late on. And, one dream, well, bits of one of them I could recall and made this graphic in the morning to show what it was about. I was at the British Railways house in Brookfield Place, as I was living there in my early years. I was on my own and searching for a ten-bob note in the outside loo, and the pigeons would not let me get out again? That’s all I recall.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 27th September 2017

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Whatever happened to the Wine Lakes and Butter Mountains?

Wednesday 27th September 2017

0520hrs: Woke and automatically wondered when the scab-end upstairs is going to start his knocking, banging, drilling and other sundry noises this morning. I was feeling a little low from the onset.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, unfortunately, setting off the tooth-ache when I caught a Trentall tablet against the teggies as I tumbled it with the other collection of unwanted drugs into my mouth.

A very unexpected and urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was pouring a mug of tea. Into the wet room and on the Throne… the tea was cold by the time I got out of the chamber again. The agony temporarily superseded my toothache for ten minutes or so, when I was at an impasse in this session. Rock hard, half-in and half-out, excruciating, bleeding and in agony for the last couple of minutes or so.

The bowl needed a cleansing of blood, I needed the same. Another third of a toilet-roll was gone. Hehe! Medicational extras utilised, creams applied etc. Tsk!

Refreshed me and back into the kitchen to make another mug of tea. Took a look out of the window, feeling self-pity and wondering why everything seems to be going wrong again. Little inchy bleeding again, Haemorrhoid Harold, the noisy b_______ upstairs, the toothache that cannot be seen to cause the INR blood level, the return of Crampy Craig, can’t eat without pain, can’t even go to the toilet without it either… Oh yes, I was in the depths at this moment.

The fog in the distance threatening the coming of winter didn’t help. But when I looked down below and saw the changing colours of the trees and bushes, I felt so guilty for the feelings I have now. I might not be able to remember much in detail of recent events, but I could remember Reverend Salmon in 1959 at the Bridgeway Hall Methodist Chapel on Arkwright Street giving a sermon to us younger ‘Life Boy’ members, and roughly what he said too! I think I can still smell the club-room we were in when the thoughts go back.  “None of us deserves contentment, and none of us will find it – without an effort on our behalf, and removal of greed from our systems!” No mention of his Lord? I liked this man, When he used to join in with us to play ‘Murder-ball’ with us, he did not hold back. I reckon that a few of us must still have some of the scars from the injuries he inflicted. I know I have. Hehehe!

For some reason, this little memory session brought about a change in my attitude and, I have no concrete idea why.

Went on CorelDraw and finished a graphic for a TFZer, who lives in Idaho.

It shows the expensive blooming packet of instant potatoes and cheese I bought the other day. Bit of a laugh, I hope. I’m not sure whether to eat it or keep it as future financial thingamajig? Hehe!

I started this diary going up to here, then moved to yesterday’s to finalise and post that one off. But it seems that the photograph of the meal has disappeared from the camera?

On with the Emails, WordPressing, replies etc.

WordPress would not let me update to Facebook? Which I went onto next.

First sounds of banging about from upstairs at 0845hrs.

It was a sad day for the noise, and I put the headphones on while I listened to the radio on the computer. (I found out hours later the delivery had arrived, but I had not heard the doorbell.)

Spent a few hours on CorelDraw, doing the next TFZer graphicalisation.

Hope they like it.

Spent another few hours cleaning the bottom cupboards. I shan’t go into the not being able to get back up again. Nor the bloody noise from upstairs. Cause I need to cheer missen up a bit.

Shattered now.

Got the nosh ready.

Pork & Mushroom pate, instant potatoes soft with cheese melted and mixed in, Garden peas with balsamic vinegar.

The pate bit of mushroom caused the teggies some bother. The left Incisor is getting looser every day.

Checks, medications and in the chair to watch some TV. Which I only managed a bit of, because of the nodding off and waking over the next few hours. Heard the doorbell, later on, it was a neighbour who had spotted the parcel outside of my door. Thanked him, took it in, checked the paperwork and left it in the spare come storeroom.

Huh!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 26th September 2017: Mega-Busy Day – Laundry room duties. Many photos of Nottingham City Centre taken.

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Tuesday 26th September 2017

0255hrs: Woke-up, the dreams I’d had annoyingly drifted off into the ether in seconds.

Then, a much-awaited call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I made my way to the wetroom in almost celeripedean style… well, with less hobbling and limping than of late anyway. Hehehe! The session went well, but Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. I was happy that at last something had been passed.

0315hrs: Took the laundry down and got it into the washing machine.

0324hrs: Back, up and did the Health Checks, Sys157, Dia 74, Pulse 80, Temperature 33.6, W 14.94.

Started this diary off, did the graphics ready.

0345hrs: Down to move the things from the washer to the dryer.

I noticed they had removed the bookcases from the lift lobby.

Looks rather stark now, to say the least.

But at least all the lights were working this morning.

Some new Commandment Posters had appeared on the board near the elevators.

The first informed us in Capital-Letters again, of the TRA (No idea what it stands for... oh yes I do, Tenant Resident Association. Only guessing)

In capitals again, and red lettering in places, this one was Commanding us to remove everything from our balcony.

If we fail to do this, anything on the balcony will be, as it is wrongly typed here: WILL BE REMOVE AND DESTROYED. Hehe!

I wonder who Lynne Rowe is? How do we contact her… or should I say HOW DO WE CONTACT HER?

I am naughty here. Sorry.

The third poster from Obergefreiteress Jenny was a handwritten one (Not in capitals, though).

Now, this was nice of her. Being concerned about someone who might need her help, and trying to put whoever it was, mind at rest.

Well done with this sign, Jenny.

0359: Up and continued with the diary update. I made this graphic adding this mornings photograph at the bottom, of the AMP  (Alien Mutation Process) on the elevator number one floor.

It looked to me like the life-form worm or whatever it is, has survived and is still waiting to give birth perhaps?

Whatever it is, it has withstood the caretaker’s efforts to clean it up and or remove it?

I assume some attempt must have been made over the fourteen days since it landed on earth? But, then again, without the incentive of extra financial gain, backhander, bribe, inducement, schmear, sweetener, some people are not interested in working without an additional bonus slipped to them. Who can blame him?

Looking closer at it, it really does look like there is still a life form of some sort in it?

I’m surprised the caretaker hasn’t tried to sell it to a museum by now. Haha!

0444hrs: Down once again, to collect the laundry and titivate the place. It certainly needed some attention.

The other washing machine that I do not use for this very reason had the doors all tacky with soap powder dried hard, stuck on them. W2, the one I use was not so bad.

The filters looked like they had not been cleaned for days, so clogged up with gunk and fibres.

The waste bin was rather full, and with some out-of-place items laying on top of it, that surprised me somewhat.

As to why they should even have been in the laundry room in the first place?

I got the clothing out of the dryer and sorted and folded into the bag.

Then, I got on with cleaning the filters and machine casings.

They were in a sorry state I can tell you.

The other washer drawer where you should put the soap powder, freshener etc. in, was so grotty, I could not get the soap powder off of the areas it had spilt over into.

0525hrs: Got it all sorted and cleaned, apart from the drawers of course.

Then, as I went to go back to the flat, I spotted outside the foyer door, a traffic cone had appeared?

Had the yobboes been calling again, I wondered. Or, maybe someone has been parking their vehicle up against the automatic outer doors? Hehehe!

Put away the cleaned clothes and onto updating this diary again.

0730hrs: Got it done up to here. Expecting the Morrison delivery soon.

Started to update yesterday’s diary, then.

I pondered on whether or not to take a Senna with the medications, being as there have been no movements from the rear end for a few days now? I didn’t though.

It bugged me about the dirty input drawers. So I went back down again to have another go at cleaning them. But no luck.

The solid soap powder would not come off, whatever I tried on them. I considered fetching a knife down and trying that, the scouring pads I tried, were not moving anything. When I knocked the knuckles trying, I gave up and returned to my nice but noisy (Thanks to the moron on the next floor up) apartment.

2Tue14The Morrison man arrived. In and out like a flash he was.

I carried the bags into the kitchen and got the stuff stored away.

Once again I’d overdone it a bit.

I realised that I had now bought three products claiming to be from; USA, Australia and specifically one from Idaho.

This is the instant mash that I foolishly pain £1.50 for!

When I could have got an English generic brand of instant potatoes, for around 50p for the same weight packet!

Tsk, Plonka!

Had a good ablutionalisationing session. Feeling alright at this moment. This worried me, Hehe!

The git upstairs has started drilling again, now!

Got ready and took the last of the food in the fridge that the teeth will not let me eat, to get rid of it before it goes out of date. Apples, tomatoes, bacon and peppers.

Had a chinwag with one of the gals as we walked to the bus stop.I saw Deana coming towards us, and told her about the food, she asked me to drop it in the toilet for her. As tenants tend to see food and think it is freebies and knick it. Haha! So I dropped the bag in there for her and carried on to the bus stop. At least there was no rain today.

Arriving in the City Centre, I got off near the old dancehall and made my way to the Aldi store. Where I managed to get some Balsamic Vinegar, the same size as the one I got from Tesco yesterday at £1.50, or 99p. So I got three bottles at that price. And a pint of milk.

Hobbled over (The feet were stinging) the road and through the Victoria Centre onto Mansfield Road, then along Milton Street and took these photographs of Clumber Street.

Limped up to Trinity Square, passing two bit of Nottingham Street Art en route. The simple artwork of crushed alcohol can be of no interest, far too quotidian. But the liquid graffiti on the wall of the Coral Bookmakers was curious… well, I was inquisitive about what had caused it. It was well set in whatever did it. Haha!

King Street and Queen Street were both bottlenecked as I passed them. I saw on Queen Street, a traffic warden booking some vans that had parked on the bend at the end of the road. I’ve never seen a traffic warden on either of these roads before.

Upper PArliament Street was also jammed up. It soon became apparent why.

On Long Row, there had been a collision between a bus a lorry and a van

This had been caused by the trailer parking on the edge of a bend that the coaches use from the Slab Square, and the bus had pushed the white van into the back of the lorry.

I assume this is why I saw my first traffic warden on Queen Street, which only a hundred yards or so from the incident?

I got to the bus terminus stop, and although late as I expected, I was soon on my way back to Sherwood and the flats.

The bus was busy en route, picking and dropping folk off. You can see in these pictures how the traffic in town did not let up at all.

The bag at my feet was not very full, but it caused a bit of attention when I accidentally dropped my bus pass into it. Hehe!

We were soon back home at the flats, dropped off and making my way up to the apartment to get a wee-wee ASAP.

As I entered through the door, the tapping and knocking from the bloke upstairs was apparent. I am getting a bit fed-up with this.

I got the fodder away and took the medications, then did the Health Checks.

Went into the kitchen to make another brew of Thompson’s Strong Tea, and spotted the three empty bottles awaiting taking down to the recycling bin that I’d forgotten to take when I left this morning.

Tsk!

I got the fresh Morrison’s mackerel pieces I had delivered this morning out of the fridge and spread some of the Italian De Nigris Glaze Fusion Soy with Balsamic Vinegar over the fish. To marinate for use later, Mmm!

I toyed with the idea of having a bit of the Morrison ‘Best’ Lemon Curd Ice-cream as well, but only got as far as looking at it in the freezer… And this phenomenally robust and breathtaking will-power overcame me! Talk about mazel tov myself!

This encouraged the depression to go away. Until the slob upstairs started drilling again. I’m ashamed, and hesitant to say, I shouted out loud and used a naughty word!

I added some soy sauce to the peas in the saucepan.

The weather was so beautiful.

I went out onto the balcony to take this lovely photo of the greenery and my most appreciated and beloved copse on the left in this picture.

Fatigued now, I got the evening medications sorted and got the meal prepared and served up.

The noise from above continued on and off until around 1900hrs.

Had the meal, nice it was, but still hard to eat without pains form the teggies.

Sudden and utter fatigue overcame me, and I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner and nodded of. Occasionally waking and wondering hwat it was that was on th TV, then off again. It was like this for hours. Tsk, Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 21st September 2017

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Thursday 21st September 2017

0345hrs: Woke, a dream memory remained, just the one bit of it: Someone who is a partner to someone on Facebook, who I had never seen, of course, was telling me off for something or other about red peppers and how I cook and eat them wrongly? She was not loud, but her words got through to me, and I kept apologising and kissing her hand. Very odd.

Slowly it dawned on me, no Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Hernia Harold or Duodenal Donald hassle at all this morning! Incisor Tooth Suzie and Anne Gyna were the only two of the ailments interested in giving me grief. Haha!

My thoughts were interrupted by a call to the Porcelain Throne. Trotsky Terence had eased, and I read a bit of the Lenigrad book while I waited for the evacuation to start. Some medicationalisationalistic activities required afterwards.

Little Inchy was sore, but not bleeding, unlike Haemorrhoid Harold, who was bleeding. Tended to these problems and cleaned up, then went into the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

Noticed the odd hue in the sky while the kettle was boiling. Took this picture using the night-setting mode on the Lumix camera. Not a very decent one, and… I managed without any effort to bang the back of my head again on the window frame as I got back inside after taking the photo.

Made a nice string drink of tea, using the new dainty Porcelain mug with the beautiful pictures on it.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Gave an almighty sneeze, and Incisor Suzie and Reflux Roger let me know their displeasure at this. Hehe!

Cleaning the sink area, I dropped a plastic bowl, when I went down to retrieve it, Hernia Harold gave me a rather nasty twinge. I think I might have spoken (Written) too soon about the ailments being kind to me. Haha!

Got the computer going, and checked the Emails. Not many today. Then finished off the Wednesday post and sent it off. Then started this one and the graphics for it.

Went onto Facebooking. After a couple of hours, I went to make another mug of tea.

I took this photograph of the same area as the earlier dark one. It was a tad misty and drizzling now. However, I did not bang my head getting back in this time. Haha!.

The Iceland Man cometh. Bringing the extra fodder I’d requested. And what a mess I’d made of this order, too!

I thought I had ordered two 2 ltr bottles of Fanta Orange Juice, but 2 x 500 ltr bottles arrived. Kitchen towels that I figured I had not ordered and certainly did not need came. A frozen cheesy beans and sausage ready meal. I thought this was going to be a fresh Cottage Pie one. And, a bag of chips I could not remember ordering.

Why I bought BBQ mini-ribs after breaking my tooth on the last ones I had, is beyond me!

These memory blips I mentioned last time I saw the doctor, but she was unconcerned and told me “We all do this, and you’re getting on a bit, you know!”

I had to take out some stuff from the freezer to make room for these items, and the fridge is now fully loaded.

Did the ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way out. Also with the stuff I’d taken out of the fridge to make room in a separate bag. I dropped the bag off at the cabin with Obergruppenfurheress Julie to use or hand out. Had a natter with some tenants at the bus stop, and caught the bus into Arnold.

At the traffic lights at the bottom of Winchester Hill, I noticed the closed down Kebab shop had lost some more letters from its signing. ‘The Golde L’, sounded to me like it could have been the name of a cattle ranch in Texas or Nebraska. Hehe!

Dropped off the bus on High Street, close to the Asda (Walmart) store. All I was going to Arnold to get was a packet of the fish surimi sticks. But I came out having spent £12. Tsk!

Luckily a arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time because it arrived 4 minutes early.

This would, I assumed, have been due to the driver getting his lunch break at the end of this journey.

The old Police Station across the road, well, it wasn’t old actually, only been there for a few years, last week I noticed the builders or demolition men working on it. Was now all gone and a new building being erected. No signs of what it was going to be, offices or retail most likely. Although any more retail would surprise me. I wondered if Lidl or Aldi might be moving in? But thinking about it, there was not much room for a store of their size.

Back at the compound and up the lift with three gals and we had a laugh or two.

The rain was coming when I got into the flat.

I got the bean meal and added some cheese, tomatoes and yellow peppers on top and got it into the oven cooking.

My years of doing Security Work came to the fore when I looked outside and noticed these two chaps at their vehicles below. Funny that, cause they were probably just getting ready to go home?

“Suspicious Minds”? Hahaha!

I abluted and changed in the nightwear. Put on the rather colourful leisure trews with the pockets in them. My mate and neighbour of many years ago, Jock Kirkpatrick had a pair very similar to these, and I had a sad moment or two thinking of and missing him but enjoyed a few happy memories as well. “Hang on Jock, I’ll be up with you soon mate. Please make some of your tatty-scones for me when I arrive, cocker!” Hehe!
The reason for taking this photo was to show how the right foot was not sticking out. Amazing really, how some days it is like this, and others it sticks out at an almost 90° angle?

Got the fodder served up, and mighty grand it looked and smelt, too!

But, it was a disaster! I threw 90% of it away. The tooth was just too painful, couldn’t manage the tomatoes, potatoes or peppers at all. Scooped up the beans and ate the soft banana and lemon desserts, a bit disappointed in this, but all my own fault for even trying to eat such food while the teggies are playing up. I did nibble, no, rather suck some Mini Stilton cheese biscuits. Got them to the back of the mouth and let them melt. I’ll have a job cleaning the gnashers without catching the two incisors in the morning. Hehe!

Did the Health Checks, the weight had gone down! 14.85, Hurrah!

So tired now, I got down to watch a film on the box, fell asleep, and Sister Jane rang me. She is going to have her club-toe, that’s not the word used I think but can’t remember it now. Hope it goes alright for her. I was well weary and drained.

Back to the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some of the film on the box.

Nodded off very quickly, waking a couple of hours later and turned off the set.

Kept waking and fretting over everything and nothing, but nooded off soon, each time.

Didn’t get up until 0425hrs, broken, but decent sleep all the same.