238 Quotes on Men by Women and Women by Men!

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1

Marriage is not a word. It is a sentence – a life sentence!

2

Marriage is very much like a violin; after the sweet music is over, the strings are attached!

3

Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind!

4

Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor’s Degree and the woman gets her Masters!

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5

Marriage is a thing which puts a ring on a woman’s finger and two under the man’s eyes!

6

Marriage certificate is just another word for a work permit!

7

Marriage is not just a having a wife, but also worries inherited forever!

8

Marriage requires a man to prepare 4 types of “rings”:

* The Engagement Ring

* The Wedding Ring

* The Suffe-Ring

* The Endu-Ring

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Married life is full of excitement and frustration:

* In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens.

* In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.

* In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours listen!

10

It is true that love is blind but marriage is definitely an eye-opener!

11

Getting married is very much like going to the restaurant with friends. You order what you want, and when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that!

12

It’s true that all men are born free and equal, but some of them get married!

13

There was this man who muttered a few words in the church and found himself married. A year later he muttered something in his sleep and found himself divorced!

14

A happy marriage is a matter of giving and taking; the husband gives and the wife takes!

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15

Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad?

Father: I don’t know son, I’m still paying for it!

16

Son: Is it true? Dad, I heard that in ancient China, a man doesn’t know his wife until he marries.

Father: That happens everywhere, son, everywhere!

17

There was a man who said, “I never knew what happiness was until I got married…and then it was too late!”

18

Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock!

19

They say when a man holds a woman’s hand before marriage, it is love; after marriage, it is in self-defence!

20

When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a ten-year married man looks happy, we wonder why?

21

There was this lover who said that he would go through hell for her. They got married, and now he is going through hell!

22

A Code of Honour: Never approach a friend’s girlfriend or wife with mischief as your goal. There are just too many women in the world to justify that sort of dishonourable behaviour. Unless she’s really attractive. — Bruce Friedman

23

A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage. — Marvin Kitman

24

A gentleman is one who never swears at his wife while ladies are present!

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25

A husband is living proof that a wife can take a joke!

26

A husband is what’s left of the lover after the nerve has been extracted. — Helen Rowland

27

A man must marry only a very pretty woman in case he should ever want some other man to take her off his hands. — Guitry

28

Ah Mozart! He was happily married – but his wife wasn’t. — Borge

29

Always talk to your wife while you’re making love… if there’s a phone handy!

30

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her. — Agatha Christie

31

And I shall love thee still my dear, Until my wife is wise!

32

Bachelor: the only man who has never told his wife a lie!

33

Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her!

34

By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher. — Socrates

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35

I’ve had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn’t!

36

The appropriate age for marriage is around eighteen for girls and thirty-seven for men.

37

Diplomat: A man who can convince his wife she would look stout in a fur coat.

38

Don’t marry for money; you can borrow it cheaper!

39

English Law prohibits a man from marrying his mother-in-law. This is our idea of useless legislation!

40

Feminists are OK, I just wouldn’t want my sister to marry one.

41

He who knows nothing, knows nothing. But he who knows he knows nothing knows something. And he who knows someone whose friend’s wife’s brother knows nothing, he knows something. Or something like that!

42

Honolulu – it’s got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife’s mother. — Ken Dodd

43

Husband: a man who buys his football tickets four months in advance and waits until December 24 to do his Christmas shopping!

44

I am in total control, but don’t tell my wife!

45

I belong to Bridegrooms Anonymous. Whenever I feel like getting married, they send over a lady in a housecoat and hair curlers to burn my toast for me. — Dick Martin

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46

I do not see the EEC as a great love affair. It is more like nine desperate middle-aged couples with failing marriages meeting at a Brussels hotel for a group grope. — Tynan

47

I think of my wife and I think of Lot, and I think of the lucky break he got!

48

I tried a mail order bride, once, but she was damaged in the mail, and I had to return the unused part for my full refund!

49

I’ve been asked to say a couple of words about my husband, Fang. How about ‘short’ and ‘cheap’? — Phyllis Diller

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50

I’ve been trying desperately to save my marriage for the last 35 years!

51

If all men were brothers, would you let one marry your sister?

52

If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry. — Chekhov

53

If you never want to see a man again, say, “I love you, I want to marry you, I want to have children…” – they leave skid marks. — Rita Rudner

54

If your wife wants to learn how to drive, don’t stand in her way!

55

In marriage, as in war, it is permitted to take every advantage of the enemy!

56

In marriage, the bride gets a shower. But for the groom, it’s curtains!

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57

Joint Checking Account: a handy little device which permits my wife to beat me to the draw!

58

Long engagements give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which is never advisable. — Oscar Wilde

59

Losing a wife can be hard. In my case, it was almost impossible!

60

Love thy neighbour, but make sure her husband is away first!

61

Love: An obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage!

62

Man and wife make one fool!

63

Many a wife thinks her husband is the world’s greatest lover. But she can never catch him at it!

64

Marriage is a matter of give and take, but so far I haven’t been able to find anybody who’ll take what I have to give. — Cass Daley

65

Marriage is a mutual relationship if both parties know when to be mute!

66

Marriage is a rest period between romances!

67

Getting married for sex is like buying a 747 for the free peanuts!

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68

Marriage is a trip between Niagara Falls and Reno!

69

Marriage is an institution–but who wants to live in an institution?

70

Marriage is bliss. Ignorance is bliss. Ergo…

71

Marriage is like a hot bath. Once you get used to it, it’s not so hot!

72

Marriage is like a mousetrap. Those on the outside are trying to get in. Those on the inside are trying to get out!

73

Marriage is low down, but you spend the rest of your life paying for it.

74

Marriage is the process of finding out what kind of man your wife would have preferred!

75

The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret!

76

Marriage means commitment. Of course, so does insanity?

77

Marriage still confers one very special privilege – only a married person can get divorced.

78

Marriage: A ceremony in which rings are put on the finger of the lady and around the hands and feet of the man!

79

Marriage: the only sport in which the trapped animal has to buy the licence!

80

Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth. — John Lyly

81

Marry not a tennis player. For love means nothing to them!

82

May you be too good for the world and not good enough for your wife!

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83

May you grow so rich your widow’s second husband never has to worry about a living, God forbid!

84

May you live happily ever after with a poor, ugly, shrewish wife!

85

I haven’t spoken to my wife in years. I didn’t want to interrupt her.” — Rodney Dangerfield

86

May your wife be a witch who takes after her mother, and may you all live together in a one-room house!

87

Men have a much better time of it than women; for one thing, they marry later; for another thing, they die earlier. —H.L. Mencken

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88

My darling wife was always glum. I drowned her in a cask of rum, And so made sure that she would stay, In better spirits night and day.

89

My opinions are my wife’s, and she says I’m lucky to have them.

90

Why does a woman work ten years to change a man’s habits and then complain that he’s not the man she married?” — Barbra Streisand

91

My wife doesn’t care what I do away from home, as long as I don’t enjoy it!

92

My wife has a split personality, and I hate both of them!

93

My wife ran off with my best friend last week. I do miss him!

94

My wife says if I go fishing one more time she’s going to leave me. Gosh, I’m going to miss her!

95

My wife submits and I obey; she always lets me have her way!

96

Never be unfaithful to a lover, except with your wife. — PJ O’Rourke

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97

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected, at least one woman. — Honore de Balzac

98

Nothing says loving like marrying your cousin! — Al Bundy

99

I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me!

100

Nuns: Women who marry God. If they divorce Him, do they get half the universe?

101

Perfection is what American women expect to find in their husbands, but English women only hope to find in their butlers. — W. Somerset Maugham

102

When a man opens the car door for his wife, it’s either a new car or a new wife! — Prince Philip

103

Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience!

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104

Shotgun wedding: a case of wife or death?

105

Spinster: A bachelor’s wife?

106

Suicide is belated acquiescence in the opinion of one’s wife’s relatives!

107

There’s a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It’s called marriage.” — James Holt McGavran

108

The days just before marriage are like a snappy introduction to a tedious book!

109

To heck with marrying a girl who makes biscuits like her mother, I want to marry one who makes dough like her father!

110

The difference between marriage and death? Dead people are free!

111

I never married because I have three pets at home that answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog that growls every morning, a parrot that swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night.” — Marie Corelli

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The marriage of Marxism and feminism has been like the marriage of husband and wife depicted in English common law: Marxism and feminism are one, and that one is Marxism. — Heidi Hartmann [The Unhappy Marriage of Marxism and Feminism]

113

The most happy marriage I can imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman. — S. T. Coleridge

114

The only one of your children who does not grow up and move away is your husband!

115

The theory used to be you marry an older man because they are more mature. The new theory is that men don’t mature. So you might as well marry a younger one!

116

Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing… she goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays!

117

To keep your marriage brimming – With love in the marriage cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it, Whenever you’re right, shut up! — Nash

118

Note on the side of a van: This delivery driver carries no money. His wife has it all!

119

We in the industry know that behind every successful screenwriter stands a woman. And behind her stands his wife. — Groucho Marx

120

We must respect the other fellow’s religion, but only in the sense and to the extent that we respect his theory that his wife is beautiful and his children smart! — H.L. Mencken

121

What’s new? Most of my wife!

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122

When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. — Guitry

123

When marriage is outlawed, only outlaws will have inlaws.

124

Why bother with marriage? Just find a woman you hate and buy her a house!

125

A Wife: The perfect acquisition for any gentleman feeling himself to have excessive control over his personal affairs!

126

All marriages are happy–it’s the living together afterwards that causes all the problems.

127

Did you hear about the scientist whose wife had twins? He baptized one and kept the other as a control!

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128

Disclaimer: Even my wife doesn’t agree with everything I say, and she loves me dearly. My employers don’t love me nearly as much as she does. Draw your own conclusions!

129

It was very good of God to let Carlyle and Mrs Carlyle marry one another and so make only two people miserable instead of four, besides being very amusing!

130

May you be blessed with a wife so healthy and strong, she can pull the plow when your horse drops dead!

131

May you learn to perform miracles: earn a living and marry off your daughters!

132

My husband and I have never considered divorce… murder sometimes, but never divorce. — Joyce Brothers

133

Sign in a marriage counsellor’s window: “Out to lunch – Think it over.”

134

The gods gave man fire and he invented fire engines. They gave him love and he invented marriage – the fools!

135

There is no realisable power that man cannot, in time, fashion the tools to attain, nor any power so secure that the naked ape will not abuse it. So it is written in the genetic cards – only physics and war hold him in check. And the wife who wants him home by five, of course. — Encyclopaedia Apocryphia

136

Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit!

137

Marriage is like a phone call in the night: first the ring, and then you wake up!

138

My wife suggested a book for me to read to enhance our relationship. It’s titled, “Women are from Venus, Men are Wrong”!

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When a man steals your wife there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.

140

It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married?

141

Love is blind, marriage is the eye-opener.

142

I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury?

143

I don’t worry about terrorism. I was married for two years!

144

A man in love is incomplete until he is married. Then he’s finished!

145

Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you; after marriage, he won’t even lay down his newspaper to talk to you!

146

There’s a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It’s called marriage.

147

Your marriage is in trouble if your wife says, ‘You’re only interested in one thing,’ and you can’t remember what it is?

148

Marriage is give and take. You’d better give it to her or she’ll take it anyway!

149

You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to!

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150

The husband who wants a happy marriage should learn to keep his mouth shut and his chequebook open!

151

My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met!

152

I always hold hand my wifes hand – If I let go, she shops!

153

A man’s wife has more power over him than the state has!

154

In my house I’m the boss, my wife is just the decision maker!

155

Marriage–a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters written in prose!

156

A bachelor is a man who never makes the same mistake once!

157

Bachelors know more about women than married men; if they didn’t, they’d be married too!

158

I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic!

159

I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid!

160

Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, and half-shut afterwards.

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I never knew what real happiness was until I got married. And by then it was too late!

162

Marriage has no guarantees. If that’s what you’re looking for, go live with a car battery!

163

Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution?

164

After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can’t face each other, but still they stay together!

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Some people claim that marriage interferes with romance. There’s no doubt about it. Anytime, you have a romance, your wife is bound to interfere. — Groucho Marx

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For two people in a marriage to live together day after day is unquestionably the one miracle the Vatican has overlooked.” — Bill Cosby

167

A married man should forget his mistakes; no use two people remembering the same thing!” — Duane Dewel.

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I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They’ve experienced pain and bought jewellery!” — Rita Rudner

169

Marriage is nature’s way of keeping us from fighting with strangers!” — Alan King

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It’s scary that 50% of all marriages end in divorce… it’s even scarier that the other 50% last forever!

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There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will!

172

You could be married and bored or single and lonely – Ain’t no happiness nowhere! — Chris Rock

173

I married Miss Right – I just didn’t know her first name was Always!

174

Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed. — Albert Einstein

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They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning! — Clint Eastwood

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Whatever you may look like, marry a man your own age – as your beauty fades, so will his eyesight! — Phyllis Diller

177

Marriage changes passion … suddenly you’re in bed with a relative!

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A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married. — H. L. Mencken

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A psychiatrist will ask you a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing! — Joey Adams

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A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person! —  Mignon McLaughlin

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A wedding is just like a funeral except that you get to smell your own flowers! — Grace Hansen

189

Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him. — Marilyn Monroe

190

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? – It means you’re in the wrong house, that’s what it means. — Henny Youngman

191

Getting divorced just because you don’t love a man is almost as silly as getting married just because you do! — Zsa Zsa Gabor

192

I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one’s wife happy. First, let her think she’s having her own way. And second, let her have it. — President Lyndon B. Johnson

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It isn’t tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying; it’s separating himself from all the others. — Helen Rowland

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Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can’t sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can’t sleep with the window open! — George Bernard Shaw

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Never feel remorse for what you have thought about your wife; she has thought much worse things about you. — Jean Rostand

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No man is regular in his attendance at the House of Commons until he is married. — Benjamin Disraeli

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Sometimes, I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then. — Katharine Hepburn

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The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle! —  Heinrich Heine

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When a man brings his wife flowers for no reason, there’s a reason! — Molly McGee

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Marriage is really tough because you have to deal with feelings … and lawyers! — Richard Prior

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In many instances, marriage vows would be more accurate if the phrase were changed to ‘Until debt do us part’! — Sam Ewing

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The Three Ages of Marriage: Twenty is when you watch the TV after sex. Forty is when you watch the TV during sex, and Sixty is when you watch the TV instead of sex! — Griselda Plunkett

203

My husband and I didn’t sign a pre-nuptial agreement. We signed a mutual suicide pact! — Roseanne Barr

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The best way to get husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they are too old to do it! — Shirley MacLaine

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A dress that zips up the back will bring a husband and wife together! — James H. Boren 

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All men make mistakes, but married men find out about them sooner! — Red Skelton

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After seven years of marriage, I am sure of two things. First, never wallpaper together, and second, you’ll need two bathrooms–both for her! — Dennis Miller

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I don’t know if my husband dreams in colour, but he snores in Dolby. — Melanie White

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In my house, I’m the boss. My wife is just the decision maker. — Woody Allen

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The most dangerous food is wedding cake!

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Behind every great man, there is a surprised woman. — Maryon Pearson

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If you talk about yourself, he’ll think you’re boring. If you talk about others, he’ll think you’re a gossip. If you talk about him, he’ll think you’re a brilliant conversationalist.

LyndaLSunshine

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

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

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

*****

Sunday 21st February 2016

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sneezing a lot this morning I am.

Wheeler Gate Comparison

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to the bus stop, just in time too!

The rain joined the high winds in making life unpleasant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah well, I’ll make a cuppa then.

Inchcock Today Fri 19 Feb 16: Another day of beautiful skys

How many Lawyers does it take to tile the roof of a house?

That depends on how thin you slice them!

*****

Friday 19 February 2016

Shot awake at 0225hrs, in need of the porcelain. The left foot was very sore and painful when I stood up, but the right leg seemed easier this morning. I think perhaps I’d laid with the heavier torn muscle right leg on top of the left one’s ankle?

Made a cuppa and got the medication pot ready to take later. Laptop on and finished the diary for yesterday off, and then started this one.

At this point, I’d like to mention that I didn’t drop anything in the kitchen, nor spill the milk, nor leave the tap running. Smug Mode adopted! Hehe!

Forged on with finishing the graphic I started days ago for the TFZers.

I sincerely hope they like it enough.

I added a lot of little extras I anticipate they will find.

Flowers, cacti, at least, three pets of the outstanding members.

It took yonks to get completed. I posted asking for comments and or, a Caption for it. 

Got the laundry ready and popped down to the washing room. 

Old Lilly came down to sit in the foyer while I was getting the laundry into the machine. 

I pooped, no, popped, out to the Winwood Community Shed to ask if anyone could ring the surgery for me to book an appointment fro my INR test on Monday. No one was in.

Came back to the foyer and had a chinwag with Lilly.

After the washing was done and I transferred the clothes to the dryer, I went to the Shed again, still no one there, so I dropped their nibbles in the fridge.

Many folks were coming and going today, and I had many a good gossip. Felt right at home I did.

Made an effort at the crosswords with the help of a couple of tenants waiting to go out on the bus.

Got the drying out, and again visited the hut. I got in and realised I’d left my other bag in the laundry room, so nipped back for it, then once more to the hut.

Where Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were busy working away. I asked Deana and she called the GP for me and got an appointment for Monday at 1035hrs, bless her.

Back to the flat and made a cuppa, sorted the clobber and set-up a new laundry bag.

Spend a good while looking out of the kitchen window and watching the people with their dogs, tails a wagging (The dogs not their owners) way down 12 stories below.

Updated this tosh on the laptop, and then got me meal cooking.

Tried to do some cleaning now the leg was so much easier, but the damned Angina put at end to that plan.

When one thing eases off, usually another comes to replace it. Tsk!

Had to give up, hoping Anne Gina will give me a break in the morning.

Medications were then taken, and a passage of wind was released, that brought tears to my eyes, and drifted off to kip.

I sprang awake 0245hrs, wide awake?

Inchcock Today 18 Feb 16: Windwood Community Hut meeting today

First lawyer: “You’re an unmitigated liar.”
Second lawyer: “You’re a lowdown cheat.”
Judge: “Now that the lawyers have identified themselves, let us proceed.”

*****

Up at around 0400hrs, bit of the dream I’d had still milling about in my head, by the time I got onto the laptop to record them, many had disseminated into the ether. Tsk!

I was trying to collect the fairs from passengers on a trolley bus of old. Folk kept running away from me. After much of this frustration I swapped position with the driver and he had a go at collecting the fairs in. He gave up after two stops and came around to the cab wanting to change back again. I refused, he disappeared and returned with the passengers, and they started to cram themselves into the cab with me? Somehow I escaped, as I jumped out of the cab, found myself in a giant inkwell, with a dangerous pen nib being dipped into it, that I had to keep avoiding. I recall being glad that I had learned to swim in this dream; Yes, I knew I was dreaming. I think I tried to wake up without any luck. I then ended up somehow in the gutter of the road, comforting a dying sparrow?

The right leg felt far less painful, and I arose to make a cup of tea and take my medications. A bit nippy again this morning.

To the porcelain, and found no blood leaking anywhere! Well done I said to myself. Had a good wash and did my ablutions, and then had a shave and accrued a cut on the chin. Huh!

I got on with doing some graphics for the “This week’s helpful advice accrued for fellow Senior Dodderers” post.

It was soon time for my mate BJ to arrive, and go with me to the Thursday Morning Meet at theWinwood Centre Shed. He was a little late; I did tell him the meeting was from 1000 to 1100hrs… or did I?

When BJ arrived, he called me just before he did so that I could meet him downstairs.

I got me bits and to the lift, and realised I’d left my hearing aids, so had to go back and get them. Down again, and met him in the car park.

We poddled to the Community Shed, and it was full of folk enjoying themselves, but 1040 by then. This was when BJ said he’s misunderstood my telling him the meeting was from 10 to 11hrs hours and thought I meant for him to get here for 10 to 11hrs? Nice to know someone else can get it wrong. Hehe!

We had a great time nattering away and listening to the other tenants. but we had only a short tie before they were packing up. BJ said he’d come again next week.

He gave me a lift to Sainsburys on his way home, bless him.

The shop had some of the almonds I fancied, I got them and quickly got out, just in time to catch the L9 bus back to the flats.

The sky was again unusual, in such as the clouds looked like they had been painted onto it again.

These photographs I took from the bus as we were travelling through Daybrook and Sherwood in the second one.

Wonderful dramatic clouds in the sky again!

When I got back to the flats, I was again pleased with the improvement in the right leg.

I got into the front room, took my coat off and knocked two photographs off the corner cabinet. Huh! I replaced them.

To the WC,  then onto the laptop to do this diary.

Heeding the call from within for fodder, I got the nosh ready in between nipping back to the laptop.

Got the beef in the oven first, potatoes and mushrooms in the pans and added the parsnips to the meat later. Hoping that it all comes out correctly.

Patti Beckert would be proud of me today, I hope.

One giant mushroom with some small chestnut mushrooms, boiled potatoes, beetroots with orange bits, roast beef and garden peas. The gravy didn’t come out right mind. I used the juice from the mushrooms to make it as well. Tsk!

Took the medications. Managed to drop the tray on the way into the kitchen.

Tired out again now, I did the washing up and interned myself in the armchair.

For a change, I drifted off quickly, the TV still on when I awoke at 0215hrs.

This weeks helpful advice accrued for fellow Senior Dodderers

Without any questionisationing, the last few days happenings at Inchcock’s Mansion in the Sky, have proven to be of infinitesimal benefit for him, in his quest to be of use as the WordPress Senior Bloggers Doddery Advisory Editor for Whippersnappers, and what they can anticipate and expect to be having to cope with in their later years.

No nonsensical airy-fairy Namby-Pamby these may or may not be applicable to all of the young shoplifters and drugged muggers in future years.

Each actual incident is described, and real advice offered. So that those nearing the Coffin-Waiting time of life can face it with the certain knowledge that they are about to tackle their final challenges, and can do so, knowing how Inchcock managed. (Fair enough he failed, but there you are!)

Incident One

The support-gloved removal of fodder from the oven:

You will find it easy to do this and singe your gloves and fingers. The pain will not bother you too much, however, because you’ll be suffering from the Angina, and this will probably what caused you to forget to use the oven glove in the first place.

Incident Two

Removing the new milk jug from the refrigerator:

Reaching in and getting some milk for your strong cup of tea, no doubt used to be an easy task?

Inchcock advises you do not use a paper coaster in an effort to keep the glass shelf clean in the fridge, like what he did.

You will find as you remove the jug, the coaster will fall off. You will naturally make a failed grab in an effort to try and catch the paper disc before it lands on the floor, where you will be in great pain from your arthritis and pulled leg muscle in retrieving it from.

Unfortunately, you will miss the coaster and drop the milk jug at the same time. Also, you’ll bang your head on the fridge door in your efforts.

Cleaning up the mess up, will prompt your backache and swollen knees to start giving you some stick, pain-wise.

You may well invent a new curse word like Inchy did, ‘Schramblackgustit!’

A new jug will cost you £3 from Asda.

Incident three

The bathroom Heater Costs:

Taking your bath and ablutions will be painful enough just getting into, and especially so, out of the tub.

Not forgetting to turn off the heater, then going back in two hours later to find you didn’t turn it off, can and will damage your finances.

On the plus side, it’ll be nice and warm in there next time you use the throne but beware of falling asleep on it like what Inchy did. Falling off of it can cause medical problems, and getting back up will be no picnic either! Remember to keep your Health Alert panic button wristlet on, but not when you are in the bath – this has also proved costly to the Editor in the passed. Tsk!

Incident Four

The battery operated dab radio in the bathroom:

What a good idea thought Inchcock, he could listen to his beloved Radio Nottingham whilst taking a bath or using the porcelain now he’s bought a battery operated unit.

He found the reception crap, and the volume available not high enough for him to hear it. The batteries don’t last long either. He also has adopted a regular habit of not turning it off after using the bathroom. He recommends if you take this route, keep a good stock of AA batteries in… and try to remember where you stored them too, important this bit!

Incident Five

Housework One:

Failure to remember where the sharp corners are on the furniture, particularly the electric fireplace that always attracts dust even though he has never used it.It makes such a mess

It also makes such a mess when he tries to help himself back up after cleaning the thing, it’s amazing how many times the truncheon, photo frame, and clock, have along with Inchcock tumble to the floor while carrying out this simple cleaning task. He’s alright now thanks, the bleeding on his ear-hole tab has stopped.

Incident Six

Mobile Phone charging calamity:

When charging the mobile phone, it is best not to forget you’ve put it on charge for two days.

Lack of incoming calls (Though understandable), could be avoided, thus, you will be reminded that the phone is still on charge when you eventually find it as it rings. If as with Inchy, you do not get any incoming calls much, you might try setting the alarm on the mobile to remind you of when it is fully charged? Of course being deaf, you may not hear it anyway. Still, it keeps the EE phone shop happy selling me the replacement batteries regularly.

Incident Seven

Cooking and Traditional Wood Dye:

A good bit of advice here for those few whippersnappers that may still be capable of cooking their own fodder in the later years.

When using  your wood dye on your walking stick scratches, always, I say always! Put the can and micro-duster away out of view. Why? Well, you might copy Inchcock, and while you are setting out your food on the plate then realise you’ve left the open can of dye out on the work surface. Decide to screw back the cap on it and put it away securely. It is best not to let the thing slip from your arthritic hands as you screw the cap back on and as you make determined but futile lunge for the falling can, the contents spill right onto your lamb stew on your plate you’ve just served up for yourself! Humph!

Incident Eight

So, you want to read some of your book, called Leningrad:

A great idea comes to you, you’ve got an hour and a bit to wait for the bus, not long enough to do anything on the laptop, so decide to have a read of your book?

You peruse the bookshelf and can’t see it there? You will try to recall when you last had a read of it, was it in the bathroom, a search in there will prove worthless. You spent the two hours searching, getting annoyed with yourself. You’ll check your shopping bag, bedroom, kitchen and cupboards. You give up and set off on the bus to your doctors appointment. You get back four hours later, make a cuppa and look at the bookshelf again – and there it is, Leningrad, top right of the shelf? Annoying this will be!

Incident Nine

Another bathroom Cock-up to avoid:

You find out that Bicarbonate of Soda granules will work perfectly as a bath tub cleaner.

Just make sure you keep the packet away from your bath salts!

Mind you, if you too get them mixed up, you will get a good clean, but tingling sensation after your bath! Hehe!

Inchcock Today Tue 16 Feb 16: Pavement Cyclist attack. Well, almost!

Sue reports for jury duty as ordered, and promptly asks to be excused because she believes she’s prejudice. “I took one look at those shifty eyes and that cheap polyester suit and I immediately knew that he was guilty as sin!” she tells the judge.

“Sit down,” says the judge.

“That’s the defence lawyer!”

******

Tuesday 16 February 2016

Up at 0315hrs. To the bathroom.

A bit of bleeding from Inchy, but the back passage piles were okay.

I got on with doing the diary, then took me medications with a cuppa.

I did this graphic above for my ‘Symmetry of Life’ post. Just another load of my waffling on about life in general. Then finished off the rhyme and posted that off.

Got a wash and change, all ready for the Asda delivery to arrive.

I split the Country loaf into two halves, put mine in the freezer and the other half in a bag for the gals (Coordinators) at the Winwood Community Shed.

When the delivery comes, I’ll take it down to them.

Made another cuppa, and started this diary going.

I rang BJ to see how he was; he was at the laundry. I told him about my intention to attend the Coffee Morning at the Winwood Community Hut and informed him I’d ask if he could come along to have a natter as well.

Asda delivered the bits, and I set off to the Community shed. Took the recycle box down with me and left it outside the caretakers rooms outside.

Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were both in the shed, busy as usual bless them.

Gave them their Country bread and an Easter egg. Had a little gossip and returned to the flats. Asked what time the Coffee Mornings were on Thursdays, and if BJ could come along with me. He’d be welcome, so that’s good.

Back to number 72, and rang BJ to tell him he would be esteemed to come along to the meeting on Thursday. He said he’d try to get here for 1015hrs.

Continued this diary after making another good strong cup of tea. An hour and a bit to go now, until I must set-off on me walk to the surgery for me Warfarin INR blood test, and have me torn muscle looked at.

So instead of getting involved in doing my graphicalisationing, I played on Spider Solitaire for a while.

Set off for the limp to the Doctors. Damned cold outside, although it looks sunny enough.

I called in the health food store in Sherwood en route, to get some Lemon Scones and Coconut crusties for the surgery staff because I’d forgotten to take their nibbles with me.

Got to the doctors with a lot less pain and hassle than of late from the leg.

The nurse soon got my blood taken, managing a little natter while she was doing it.

Out into the sunshine and cold, (odd day) and caught a bus into town.

To the slab square and caught a tram to Hucknall.

I stood first in line at the last of the mounting points to get on the tram when it arrived.

When it did come, the more nimble and aggressive Nottinghomians shot by me, and I was about the last person to get on! Swines!

The “Have You Paid” inspectors got on at the Theatre Royal, and three passengers were ejected from the tram for none-payment. Which pleased me greatly, because all three had been part of those who forced their way passed and ahead of me getting on. (Smugness overcame me!)

Whistling to myself now.

We got into Hucknall, and I made the rather long walk from the trams platform, across the Park & Ride car park, up the road and across another into Tesco’s car park, through that and into the store.ow

I got some Irish Potatoe Thins, small potatoes and vegemite. ow

On the way back going through the car park, taking the pedestrian red route as painted on the ground, a teenage scallywag came from behind and swerved very closely around me at speed on his bicycle. It shook me a bit and I shouted out “Git!” at him. He pulled up and looked back at me. Gave me the finger, and shot off at speed again. Tsk!

Onto the tram and returned to Nottingham. At the Forest Recreation Ground Park & Ride, I saw the tent for the Russin State Circus.

It looked in the photo as if it was in the middle of the car park. Hehe!

I dropped off at the Theatre Royal. I checked the time, and I had half an hour to kill before the last L9 bus from Queen Street departed.

So I had a walk around Trinity Square and took some photographs.

As I walked through the posh eatery section, all the tables and chairs outside together, and I estimated there were around 150 chairs all-together between them all. There was less than a dozen folk using them all told.

I took some photographicalisations of some ‘Bling’ for the gals on the TFZ Facebook page.

 Made my way to the bus-stop and awaited the arrival of the L9 electric bus.

A rarity today, it came and went on time.

I struggled a bit, not to nod-off en route.

The leg was stinging a bit now, I made my way up to the flat and visited the porcelain without delay.

The usual feeling of fatigue came over me.

I made me nosh. And it was very nice.

Low-fat Cumberland sausages, BBQ chicken bits, beetroot, small potatoes, chestnut mushrooms and potato cakes.

Having had to use two saucepans and the oven to get this ready, the washing up took a while. Haha!

A blackcurrant jelly to follow.

After that, the typical struggle to stay awake ensued. Then I gave up the idea of reading and got my head down.

Well, I say I got my head down, agreed I did get my head down, but could I get off to sleep? No! Kept waking up every ten minutes it seemed to me.

I gave up again around one o’clock and got up.

TSK!

Inchcock Today Sun 14 Feb: Valentine Day?

Saint Peter was having a slow day at the Pearly Gates, so he took a little stroll. He noticed that the fence between heaven and hell was in need of some repair. So he hollers over the fence to Lucifer.
Saint Peter: “This fence needs some repair. I’ll see to it that it gets fixed if you will help pay for it.”

Lucifer: “If you want it fixed, you pay for it.”

Saint Peter: “The fence is partly your responsibility, and you will help pay for it, or I will sue you for that amount.”

Lucifer: “Ha! And where do you think you are going to get a lawyer?!”

*****

Sunday 14 February 2016

Valentines Day – I expect to be busy! 

Gave up trying to sleep. I arose around 0250hrs, got up, I passed wind, visited the porcelain, then made a cup of tea.

I found myself in a sombre mood for some reason or other. Perhaps the dreams had been of a particular melancholic nature? 

Another visit to the bathroom, this time, to use the throne. This revealed the agony and blood from the rear end Hemorrhoids to be of a tenderness and inflammability not known before!

Laptop on to start this diary, and when I sat down, I almost took off again with the surprise at the shock at the pain the little devils were giving me!

Oh, dearie me!

Settling down after a few minutes trying to arrange things between my rear-end and the cushion that was mutually agreeable to both, and not too painful: Another sudden involuntary escapage of wind developed, that felt a little risky. So I had to get up and go to visit the bathroom again to check things out. Then go through all the palaver again of re-settling in the least painful position possible. Tut!

Inchcock was not very happy at all at this stage of the day. Humph!

No chance of doing any of the plans of cleaning up yet.

I had hoped to get the kitchen done today, but the piles were preventing me from doing so; Well, the pain and bleeding from them every time I moved, sat down or passed any wind, were.

Horrible isn’t it? One thing after another. Hey-ho, never mind, looking back at some of the stupid stuff I did as a youngster, makes me think I deserve to suffer like this. Gloom and self-reproach dawned.

0400hrs: took the medications – the dosage pots will need doing later. This task I can manage I reckon, no bending involved. Of course, all I have to do now is remember the job need doing, and stay awake long enough to get it done. Hehe!

Pretty scary eh?

I visited the bathroom again, to clean my teeth because the inside of my mouth felt, dry, furry somehow. More bother here.

On looking in the mirror (Something I like to keep to a minimum), I espied blotches all over me face, cracked lips and bleeding from inside and around the gums?

Was I rotting away? Haha!

Dispirited even more now, I spoke with myself and told me, “You can only expect these things at your age mate! With all your problems you’re lucky to be here, you should have croaked ages ago!” This did cheer me up a little.

I Considered changing the instructions for my gravestone wording to: “He Came, He Failed, He Went – It was cruel that he was allowed to come in the first place!” Hehehe!

I settled (gingerly and carefully) back into the chair at the laptop and finished yesterday’s diary off and posted it.

Started an Ode post, hoping it would sound amusing to anyone reading it like.

Got it finished and posted.

The morning had shot by; it was gone 0700hrs already.

I think I might, after my bath, have a walk up into Woodthorpe Grange Park and see if I can find something decent to photographicalise?

The main event – the Bathing!

Fun was getting out of the bath today. Oh yes! The right leg was easier, but this didn’t stop it giving way on me as I tackled the job of standing up after my scrub and soak. Oh No! Then the task of actually getting me leg over (Not good at this) left me sprawled half-in-half-out of the tub, spreadeagled so as to speak. Eventually, I did manage to free myself only to bang the leg on the side of the bath as I did so. some surprising language burst forth, but I couldn’t resist seeing the funny side of it all.

Took the last of my Angina under-tongue lozenge. The GP is stopping them. 

Then I got Little Inchy well dried and the Betamethasone corticosteroid cream on his lesion. Phorpain gelled the knees ankles and hands. Cetraben creamed the marks on my face neck and arms. Applied the pile’s cream on me rear end.

I’ll be glad when they get around to doing the Haemorrhoidectomy, I think.

Sorted out the medication into their time-related colour coded little dosage pots

All proof that here: that growing old can have just a few drawbacks. Hehe!

Then I got myself wrapped up well, and set off on my walk up to the park.

The weather was surprisingly good this morning. No rain, the winds had dropped at last, and the sun was out! The sky and clouds were bright!

I went via the back route over the field. The climb was a bit dodgy underfoot, as the rain had not drained away. But the sight of the Bluebells forcing their way through the muddy soil cheered me up a bit.

I hobbled up to the path, turned and took a photographicalisation of the Woodthorpe Court flats I’d departed from earlier. Then I walked along the road, and onto the grass (Bit dodgy again underfoot here) and down to the end of the park, to take a photograph of the full-size model of a train-engine front, cleverly added to the old entrance to a tunnel.

I was sad to see that the yobboes had added some more graffiti around it.

Getting out from there was another task that needed care on my behalf. The soil and what bit of grass thereabouts were very wet and slippery.

Hey-ho, I managed to get back up to the footpath without any undo hiatus.

Farther up the walkway, I took a photograph to the North of Nottingham, towards Mansfield and Sutton.

I don’t know if the detail will show in the distance on this shot, but it is virtually nearly all housing estates.

I stood and watched some of the locals with their dogs, all having a good time.

Although there were not that many out and about today, perhaps it was a little early?

Then made my way down the gravel path to the flats.

The clouds in the sky looked amazing to me.

Got to the bottom of the hill and, Whoopsidangleplop; I hit me leg on one of the giant stones as I passed it.

I’ve flipping been in agony with it since.M

I had to catch it right on the torn muscle part didn’t I?

Humph and curse!

I limped up to the flat.

Took the medications. Laptop on, and updated this effort.

Got some fodder ready, took me a while and I got it wrong in places.

Lamb and veg stew, I added some gravy, but it had gotten a bit cold somehow? And when laying it out, I put the potato scones back in the oven to warm a bit longer and forgot about them.

Oh dear!

I was so tired and weary again. I did nothing of any value other than watching some A-Team videos in between nodding off and rewinding!

I’d forgotten how bad, yet funny they were.

Inchcock Today Thur 12 Feb 16: Not good

Inchcock Today Friday 12 February 2016

Well well, fancy that now, I woke up in agony, but not with the right legs torn muscle that was not too bad at all, then again I hadn’t started walking about yet had I? But with the bad reflux valve! I think I’ve said this before, but if anyone opens a book on what I’ll snuff it from, put yer dosh on the Reflux Valve.

Recalled a bit of a dream I’d had from what kipping I got in. Lynton Cox, a good friend and cyber buddy, was leant over me, and he was taking bits out from my open stomach as I lay on what looked like a dentist’s chair. Each time he removed a piece of flesh, tubing or other meat, he would ‘Tut’ and explain to me why I had been put together wrongly? Then he threw it at the dart board on the wall? He was very accurate too, they all landed on the piece of innards extracted before over the Bull!  I vaguely recall something about being crammed into a giant test tube? That’s all I remember.

0300hrs I got up and to the porcelain, no big hiatus this morning. Little Inchy bleeding just a bit, the piles the same. However the putrid emissions of wind were lengthy, and even a slight little ‘plop’ escaping caused concern at the stink it created. Phoo! I imagined the headline: “286 pensioners found dead in their apartment building, the 287th survived…” Hehe!

Made a cuppa had a banana and took the medications.

Started the laptop and loaded CorelDraw… well, I tried to!

Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day!

Of course, it loaded then – but with the changes I had I’d made trying to get it to load, I had to spend hours doing the initial set-up again, because it loaded as if it was the first time it had been installed! All my options and customisation’s had to be reset! What a picklement!

Hey-ho; I’m just so glad it came back on. Although thoroughly bamboozled as to why it didn’t load in the first place, and why the McAffee thingy didn’t let me know there was a problem?

Made another cuppa and got on with doing the graphicalisation on the top left of this page.

Then I finished the Lynton graphic off.

I thought I might use it as a Caption Competition?

Then did some Facebooking.

It seemed like the computer foul-up had cost me nearly the whole day.

Although I had done nowt physical at all, I felt suddenly drained!

Set to work creating my dinner.

Beef pasty, green beans, boiled potatoes, beetroot, bread cake, and sweet potatoes and made some thick tasty gravy. n

Followed by a banana and lemon cheesecake.n

Rated this one 9.6/10. By gum I enjoy it!

Watched a Frost DVD, fell asleep. Woke up, put the TV on, fell asleep.n

Woke up with an open tub of sweets at my side?

Little Inchy bleeding again. Cleaned him up, de-matted him and ointmentationalised him.

Made a cuppa, fell asleep…

Inchcock Today Tue 9 Feb 16: Busy, confused and in pain again – Tsk!

 Tuesday 9th February 2016

I woke up around 0145hrs and tended to the porcelain duties.

I stayed up, the pain from the right leg wouldn’t allow me to settle and get back to kip and the land of nod.

Seemed to recall bits of a dream but that’s all it was, bits and pieces all mixed up? I think I shot someone with a crossbow and then climbed into a cave that was full of people displaying amarulence toward me? 

Covered the leg with pain gel, not that I think this is giving me any relief.  

Got Steve Age UK coming this morning to discuss the demands from the house buyers and the solicitors. Then the rearranged INR tests at the surgery in Carrington at 1220hrs. Not looking forward to the solicitor thing at all!

Made a cuppa, and then started this update.

Still feeling a tad sorry for myself I think. Patti from America keeps telling me to keep positive, so I’ll try me best.

I Graphicalised for over 4 hours for the TFZ site.

Pleased with the way they came out.

Had to force myself off the laptop and get a bath and my ablutions ready for when Steve Age UK arrives.

Having abluted (Hehe), I got ready for Steve, who came promptly at 0930hrs.

He read put the letter out to me from my solicitors from the buyers solicitor.

They are demanding that I put back on the water supply that I had to take off to get insurance for the place, and get a new boiler installed.

Also, they say they have found some damp? After five months of having it surveyed, they find a moist spot!?!? They want £2k+ to pay for it to be repaired?

And they have offered £2.5k less than we initially agreed?

After talking things through, I decided to tell them I’d fix the boiler, and told them to take it or leave it!

So this might mean, having to start marketing the house all over again, though, and might prove costly. I was in such pain with the leg. The Angina was playing up too. I have to admit, my decision taking might have been affected?

Steve rang the solicitors to let them know my resolution.

So as of now, I have to wait to hear from Steve about whether or not they still want to proceed with the purchase. If they do okay, if they don’t it’ll be starting all over again! I want to swear at the moment with the hassle and pain I’m having. But I won’t!

Steve shot off, and I updated this diary.

Did a bit work on a graphic to start it off, then had to get on my walk (Well limp or hobble) to the surgery in Carrington for the INR Warfarin blood level analysis?

Boy, was it painful going or what? I even struggled going down the hills, not good this. I took over an hour and a half to get there, usually, I can do it in 45 minutes.

Got in and I must have looked a bit drained or something, cause the desk staff seemed concerned about me. I asked if there was any chance of seeing the doctor. One of the girls rang the GP in her surgery, then told me to sit down and she will call me in.

The nurse came first, and she was a bit worried about my possible condition too. We had a chin-wag while she was taking the blood. I told her about the leg and the buyer problems with the house sale.

When she’d finished (Lovely woman she is), she told me to go and knock on the surgery door.

Then another gem there, Dr. Vindla called me in and asked what the problem was.

She had a feel of the legs, measured them both, had a good grope and asked many questions and sent me to have an x-ray upstairs. I returned, and she was in fine form today, I just love her sense of humour.

The nurse came into the room, and they sorted out informing the anticoagulation department of the situation.

She gave me a prescription for some more painkillers, which surprised me. Then told me not to stop walking, “Just grit your teeth and try not to swear” Hehe! It may be a while until they repair themselves. As I left, she said, “I wish all my patients were as big a laugh as you are!”

I limped slowly and with great effort and will-power down the road, and into the chemist shop to fill the prescription. As the pelican lights started beeping, I set off, as I crossed the road, but they had stopped before I got half way! The tooting horns didn’t help my spirits. Hehe!

I called in the launderette and had a natter with Mandy, then to Lidl to get some bread and Pork Pie.

Caught the bus into Sherwood. Waited a while for a bus up the hill. Hobbled the last bit up and along Chestnut Walk to the flat – drained and in pain I was.

Got some nosh cooking, Lamb stew, and Sweet potatoes.

Changed into my casual gear. Laptop on to update this.

The weather was not so bad today. The wind had died down, and the rain kept off.

The forecast is a red warning for wind, and a yellow warning for rain for the days to come, though.

The leg was joined by the feet aching now. I reckon it’s all the walking on odd parts of the foot to try and ease the leg. If you see what I mean, like?

Settled down to eat me nosh, and Steve Age UK called on the mobile phone.

He’d told the solicitors, and they had rang him back. The buyer had agreed that our arrangement was satisfactory to them. 

Steve is coming to the flat in the morning at 0930hrs, and we’ll catch the bus into town, go to the solicitors and sign some paperwork. He is certain this will not be the contract, some procedural data to confirm. Whatever that means?

The meal would have been one of the best yet, but I’d cocked it up by not heating the lamb stew quite enough. Humph!

I watched an episode of ‘Frost’, on a DVD.

Stayed awake all the way through it too!

I ate a few (Too many) nibbles while doing this. (Naughty!)

It took me far too long to get to sleep for some reason. Admittedly the leg was aching like, but I was feeling so tired I thought I’d drop off quickly.

I went to visit the porcelain, and ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding merrily away. Took me yonks to get it to stop.

When I returned to my beautiful armchair, I drifted off immediately it seemed.

Regrettably, waking up so many times throughout the night, it felt like I spent more time waking up with the pain of the leg than sleeping. Humph, Huh, and Tsk!

TTFN folks.

Inchcock Today Mon 8 Feb 16: Plans go askew… again! Hehehe!

Monday 8th February 2016

Kept waking up throughout the night, most disturbing!

Got up around 0400hrs. I remembered the Morrison delivery coming twixt 0830>0930 hrs. This won’t leave me much time to get to the surgery for me INR blood test at 1000 hrs. I just hope it arrives early, and then I might make it to the  GP in time. The dodgy leg will make my walk there slower, still, I’ll take me stick with me.

Got to get back for 1600 hrs, for the Asda delivery. Now, you may ask; Why the heck did I order food from two places on the same day? I know I ask myself ‘Why the heck did I order food from two places on the same day!’ Huh!

When I stirred and moved to go to the WC, the cramp-like pains were activated immediately when I stood up? On the bright side, there was only a modicum of blood from ‘Little Inchy’, and the piles were bloodless!

I hobbled into the kitchen, made a cuppa and took my medications.

Then, made sure the Haematology Record card was in my coat pocket, and added the camera, just in case owt interesting occurred on my walk.

Haven’t heard anything back from Steve Age UK about us going to see the solicitor to sign some papers yet?

Had an early bath and did me ablutions so I was all ready to shoot off after the Morrisons delivery.

The wind was howling outside again, and the rain started to fall.

Well, that cheered me up no end that did. Humph!

If the Morrisons van comes late, even at 0930hrs, I should make it in time to get to the GP INR blood test in time; Put the stuff away hurriedly and catch 0939 hr bus down the hill into Sherwood, and walk into Carrington.

Then I phoned the GP and got my appointment cancelled and made for tomorrow at 12 20 hrs.Oh dear, change of plans, 0940hrs the driver called he is behind and will be half an hour or so late.

Oh, dear, more change of plans, 0940hrs, the driver called, he is behind and will be half an hour or so late.

Oh dear, change of plans, 0940hrs the driver called he is behind and will be half an hour or so late. I told him I’d cancelled my appointment at the GP, so it didn’t matter now, and to take care on the roads. (As it is still a howling wind and the rain was beating down something awful!)

While waiting for MR Morrison to arrive, I checked the emails and found one from Steve Age UK. The buyers want a reduction due to the dump and boiler? Steve will be calling in the morning to see me.

Morrison’s arrived 1012 hrs. Poor chap in a pickle, an accident on the motorway delayed him.

Put the nosh away quickly and got ready to go out to catch the bus to town, and then get the tram out to Hucknall.

Change of plans again, I got into town and walked no further than a few yards when became apparent that walking a long way would was not a good idea for the right leg. Too painful.

I went in the Victoria Centre, to Tesco and got some bread thins and potato cakes.

Then limped to the bus stop on Upper Parliament Street.

Not too many folk about in the rain and wind. I can’t blame them either.

It was getting dark a little early this afternoon.

All the people on the bus sounded a little depressed, and chuntering on about the gloomy, windy weather.

As the bus travelled through the estate, I could not see anyone out and about at all?

The rain came on even heavier now.

Storm Imogen, to blame I expect?

Much worse and the buses will not be able to get through. Tsk!

I noticed that today, I was walking with the right foot sticking out to the right, to keep the pain down? Puzzling?

I got off the bus at the flats, struggled to get up to the apartment, with the leg no easier. Once in the flat, I had the brainwave of doing the laundry, as I had two and a bit hours before the Asda delivery might come.

I checked my legs and put some more Phorpain gel on them both, although it was the slightly more swollen and hard, very more sore bottom of the right leg that needed it applying.

Got the laundry ready and popped down in the lift with my crossword book and pen. And Lilly

I got the washing in the machine and toyed with the crosswords – mostly cheating to get the answers as my brain was not it gear at all.

The lobby was barren of tenants as I did this.Lilly

A few did walk through and out; I gave each one a cheery ‘Hello’, ‘How are you keeping’ or ‘Horrible weather again.’ comment.

None of them replied, responded or acknowledged me.

After a while, old Lilly came and sat in her favourite chair, in seek of companionship bless her cotton socks.

So I gave her some nibbles and had a good chinwag with her.

When I was taking the finished washing from the machine to the dryer, Elsie from the 7th floor came down to remove her washing from the other dryer. I took it out for her and put it in her laundry trolley.Then cleaned out the filter.

Then cleaned out the filter.

We had a natter.

Got the dryer going and Lilly’s Granddaughter arrived – Lilly looked so happy, it made my day. I thanked the girl for coming to see her. 

These names, by the way, Lilly and Ethel; I think they are the names of the actual people, or they may be those I’ve given to them? Hehe!

More failed cross-wording attempted.

Back up to the flat. Started feeling a bit sorry for myself with the leg, the solicitor and buyer getting awkward too. And all my plans being upset. Hey-ho!

Decided tonight to have lettuce, tomatoes (Although they are horrible bad Spanish ones that claimed on the pack to be “Baby plum tomatoes” but tasted more like misshaped bitter red acid drops), Cooked Pork and loin sarnies, garden peas, beetroot and toasted jam soda bread sarnies for afters. Well, that’s the plan as of now like.  

I made a strong cup of tea, took the medications then got the laptop on and updated this diary.

 

Tired out now, and niggly at myself with the ever-nagging pain in the right leg.

The meal ended up consisting of;

Beetroot, Potato scones, garden peas, lettuce, pork sarnies, and buttered toasted Irish soda bread. Followed by a delicious strawberry cheesecake.

The chronically bitter-sour Spanish tomatoes were discarded to the waste bin.

Washed the pots, pain gelled the leg again and put on a Frost DVD, Keys to the car. 

The DVD was still on when I woke up around 0135hrs to use the porcelain, and stayed up, as the pain from the leg was preventing me getting back to sleep.

Humph! 

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