Inchock’s 4th Escape from the lockdown – to town! Pictorially presented!

Inchock’s 4th Escape from the lockdown – to town!

This woz rote by Inchy’s alter ego – Hehehe!

The following, pictorials and odes, were created in support of the Depressed Nottinghamian At-Risk High-Rise Flat-Dwelling Prisoners Support Group. Donations gladly accepted.

Having made his escape bid plans again. He clandestinely crept to the lifts, falling over his three-wheeked walker-Guide, waited for the regulation Winwood Heights twenty minutes for a lift, and got down in time to miss the bus.

He waited patiently, for the next bus, but this proved something of a benefit for the old git. Not many folks about, but he still managed to corner one poor chap, and hastened to bore him to death verbally! The man wisely moved away.

And Inchcock, being instantly bored himself now, went into one his Sherlock Holmesian modes. Someone had been blowing their nose in the bus shelter, and stuffing the tissue under the seating?

He caught the bus and got out his crossword puzzles, but the driver, obviously a stock-car racing fan, nearly had Inchy out if his seat a few times en route to Nottingham City centre. Trying to hold onto his three wheeler, took some effort.

The old chap went itn the Pondland shop on Lower Parliament Street, and despite his painful and feet, enjoyed his hobble around the store, coming out with many items he didn’t need or want, Tsk!

He got to the checkout, and got himself in a right pickle and state of embarrassment at the self-serve checkout! The lady monitoring the tills, was greatly unimpressed with his continual dropping of things and farting about trying to retrieve them.

But did not offer to help, although she shared some sneerings, of hate, derision, scornfulness and causticness with him. He came out redfaced and £20 lighter. And took these three shots of the Milton Street junction.

Where he went into the Bargain Shop. A terrible experience! No one talking, empty shelves etc. But, he still spent over £21, mostly on Christmas treats for his family of friend in Woodthorpe Court.

He was struggling now, the three-wheeler trolley-bag full, and three carrier bags hanging on the handles, would make progress awkward for him. At least he remembered to but sone of the dar clothing cleaner. He set off on a limp towards the Slab Square.

On his hobble along Milton Street to Upper Parliament Street, he noticed the Nottionghamian pedestrians crossing the road against the lights again, but this is a usual, regular occurrence. He adjusted thos spectacles.

Which was a mistake, as he turned onto Upper Parliament Street, the old fart of a fool unthinkingly took the spectacles off to clean them.

They got caught in the facemask!

He crossed over the road, and down King Street. Near the bus stops, a chap dressed like the Beatles used to, with plaited hair hanging below his shoulders, stopped him and asked for ‘a couple of quid for a coffee’. As he eyed up the bags!

Inchy just said, ‘No!’ and carried in hobbling down the hill, turning to keep an aye on the youth as he did, to make sure he wasn’t following. Getting to the Slab Square, Inchy gor out his camera for a snapping away session.

He saw the little crowd and paparazzi outside the Council House steps, he went back into Sherlock Holmesian mode, and took a close up[ phot of whoever was on the steps. This person came by. Inchy got a decent shot of his/her head.

Inch repositioned himelf a bit closer, and waited for the right moment to get a view of what was going on. Nice zoomed-in photo for once. Asssumed to be the Sheriffess or Mayoress of Nottingham? Again, not single Policeman in sight today.

The tatterdemalion, dour, malagrugrous, weary, tellurian, dangerous populace of Nottingham, were showing a bit of itnerest, at least. Not many of them had face-masks on, but it isn’t law yet to wear them outsdoors yet, methinks.

The lad poddled his way wit hdifficulty up Queen Street to get to his bus stop, and caught a number 40 back home, to his never-restfull, beloved, always something to worry about, four years being upgraded and not finished yet, Winwood Heights.

He was the only passenger when the bus moved off from the terminus. Pondering on should he get out the crossword or not; one look at the mass of bags on the trolley, and the book being at the bottom, he decided against it!

The first passenger to get on the bus, was Face-Maskless.

The second one, had his mask under his chin.

A lady got on, and she had no mask on!

As the chin-mask wearing man got up tp get off, he gave Inchy a cautionary scowl, that was a bit threatening. As the bus progressed along St Anns Well Road, it passed the Health Centre where Inchy has to go for his bladder-scan.

This is St. Anns Valley Centre, 2 Livingstone Road, Nottingham NG3 3GG.

Events over his last two visits there, do not proffer the least bit of encouragement or confidence in Inchy.

The record, as Inchy explains:

  • February: Went to get the feet done, and they said come back later, we’ll have to lool at your health record.
  • March: They refused to do my feet, cause the Warfarin level was too high..
  • July: They refused to tend to my feet, because I’d just had the stroke.
  • August: Refused again, cause of my having been diagnosed with diabetes.
  • September: The did cut my nails, but said they will not be able to so in future. I have to go private in future.

Poor old sod!

He arrived back at his Woodthorpe Court, along with the mysterious wonders of, the Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations and Kehuas. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus out of, and the pants off of the old energumenist, Inchcock’.

Thank you.

Inchcock – Thurs 17 Sept 2020: Got out and about, dizzies, confused, and the memory mouldered!

TFZer Angels? ♥

Thursday 17th September 2020

Icelandic: Fimmtudaginn 17 September 2020

A Straight Six-Hours Kip! Yee-ha!

04:10hrs: As I woke, the regular kerfuffle of scrambling out of the c1968 recliner, and getting as swiftly as I could to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in time, was activated. But the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble) beat me to it this time. The passing was of the precipitously, unexpectedly strong HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Sprinkly-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style! No after-dripping though!

PIP, (Proximal Interphalangeal Pain) in the right hand’s little finger joints, has never been more tender and painful, I hand to use the left hand to carry the bucket to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Where I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne the instant that I’d cleaned the bucket. Just as well that I was so close to the Throne. The bowel-controlled movement was again, rapid, painful, and this time a little messy! a stomach ache began after the evacuation had finished. An oddly most happening, that was?

The new growth on top of the right foot was looking a little darker, I think it might have spread out a bit more overnight. I changed the PP’s and wrapped the used ones in the bag to go in the Sharps & Contaminated bin.

The stick thermometer indicated that once again, the body-temperature was above 35°c, I can’t tell what the last figure is, a three or a five, I assume. Either of them is a good enough result for me.

I was amazed to hear the damned annoying ‘Hum’ grow in volume as I was getting the medication things out of the drawers. The sphygmomanometer SYS reading was again far too high!

All the same, it was down from 176 yesterday to 175 today. Hahahaha!

I took a snap of the view towards Nottingham and I had to nip back to the wetroom, for a wee-wee. This time it was back to the old regular, CLD  (Cloudy-Long-Dribbling) style. It took a good while to finish, and a smidge of  Diabetes insipidus, after-dribbling.

I made a brew, and got on the computer, and spent a few hours doing the updating of yesterday’s diary. Weirdly, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working like they did before the stroke? Perfectly! They started off later on, of course!

Having got the job done, I posted the blog off, doing some sneezing as well, I lost the plot there, sorry. Made a template up, and went to get the Ablutions done. If the maintenance man calls early enough, I want to be ready to catch the bus to town and take some photographs.

The ablutions were rushed a little, apart from the showering. Which meant a few shaving cuts, and many dropsies.

: The worst thing was when I stubbed my toe against the shower chair.

Naturally, it didn’t bother me in the least. Ahem!

I got dressed and had an odd breakfast, of an apple and some potatoes leftovers from the fridge.

Did some more graphicationalisationing, well, one anyway.

Got ready to go out, on my Escape from Lockdown, to Nottingham City Centre.

When I got back, I made a post about the trip, told the tale with photographs galore of Nottingham. While it was fresh in my memory box. Posted it:

Link: Inchcock’s Escape from Lockdown! Picture Style

Down to the ground floor. Noticing the patchwork on the new lift-lobby, newly screeded floor. Hope it holds when they have the new flooring fitted, I don’t fancy falling through 12 storeys. Hahaha! Only joking of course.

I called in the ILC’s office on the way to the bus stop, but no one was in.

I popped around the corner to the not in use currently, thanks to Coronavavirus passageway from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court, and took this snap with the Canon. The new flooring for Woodthorpe Court just might look similar, according to the vote for which one fancies, of course.

As I left to get the bus, it was just pulling in, and I was a fair distance away yet. Luckily a lady getting off the bus, saw me struggling to get there in time, and she told the driver about. Now that cheered me up, Bless Her! ♥

Getting back home after the Great Escape, I hobbled back to the flats and had a chinwag with Ralph, or Mark, oh dear, the memory’s gone again.

As I mentioned earlier, when I got in I set to making up a template and creating a photo-filled and written past about the journey. Got it sent off, and then caught up with this blog. Then went on Facebooking, as I didn’t have time earlier in the day.

Tired and weary now, I’ll get some fodder made up, methinks.

This rather salubrious, alimentary delight, left me satisfied with my complicated cooking efforts, and positively overjoyed with the taste, giving it a rating of 9/10! Chef Gordon Ramsay could not have done any betterer! Smug-Mode, Class A, Grade-One, Adopted! Of course, had Gordon even considered to lower himself to my standards, the meal would have fitted in an egg cup. Hehehe!

Baby potatoes; have perhaps never had so much time taken in preparing them. I slow cooked them, adding the Squid fish sauce to the water, and put them in the crock-pot, on a low setting, for seven or eight hours, drained them, and put them in the oven with the M&S Potatoe Rosti’s. A pickled egg, from the jar I got from Sainsbury’s, which worked out as costing me… erm… £2.65 divided by 5, I’ll use the calculator for this. 53p! But it was well pickled and savoury.

The Jenny-Supplied yellow tomatoes were a delight to savour! The red ones were okay. The pickled small onions, from Sainsbury’s, are the best I’ve ever tried. The M&S Surami-sticks is the only thing on the plate that was not outstanding, much too sweet. If I croak out tonight, it will be with a well-satisfied stomach. Hehehe!

I bought the M&S Lemon and Mascarpone Cheesecake slice, I only got it cause was short-dated and reduced in price. I had to look up Mascarpone on Google. (Mascarpone is categorized as cream cheese, but it is different than what we know as “cream cheese” in America. Mascarpone is made similarly to American cream cheese, but it uses a base of whole cream rather than milk. Like cream cheese, it is a fresh cheese that is not aged before it is eaten). It looked good, and I squirted some spray cream on it before eating, but could not eat anywhere near all of it – pure sugar, sickly, far too sweet! Still, you can’t win them all. Tsk!

I waffled on a bit there, sorry about that.

I took the medications, and noticed as I stripped for kip – the right leg, (the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke affect right-side of the body), had gone pale and bright, compared to the left leg?

What next? Hahaha!

 

 

The tale in bad rhyme, of Inchies Escape from isolation, to Nottingham City Centre!

Monday, 7th September 2020, Inchcock escapes from captivity and cunningly flees his Woodthorpe Court. To investigate the Coronavirus affects in the City Centre, buy stuff he doesn’t need, cripple his poor feet, and a failed search for a chinwag!

Plans were laid,

For his escapade,

The Escape bid was made,

He was feeling fraught and afraid!

Arriving on Upper Parliament Street,

Alighted the bus, hobbles to Poundland,

Already pains from Relux Roger and his feet,

He spent on superfluous stuff, like crabmeat,

Then to the Bargain shop, wishing he could find a seat!

He bought three things, none of them needed,

His enthusiasm for his escape, now, receeded,

Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, succeeded,

His finances, he had further bleeded!

He hobbled along Milton Street then,

Down Clumber Street, he was saddened, when,

He saw the closed shop, there were over ten,

Including his camera shop, he nearly cried then!

Sadly, he made his way to the end,

Feeling lonely and down a bit,

What Coronavirus has created, can we mend?

Oh, dear, a penny he needed to spend!

The urge he had to suspend!

To the corner of Long Row, he did wend!

A photo of Pelham Street he did take,

Then one a shot backwards up Clinton he did make,

Long Row, too, where he took some more,

Off towards his bus stop in the Slab Square,

Paramedics, Security Guards, were there,

The people looked so full of despair!

The rain came down, he took shelter from it,

Under the shop eaves, but it didn’t last long,

He took this photo, he quite liked the resulting effect,

His bladder was full, to the bus stop direct!

En route, Slab Square was photographed,

He tripped on the wheeled trolley walker,

He even managed a little laughter,

When he passed wind and hiccoughed! 

He caught the bus back, a painful drive home,

Got off on Chestnut Walk, glad he finished his roam,

Damn it, he’d forgot to get his shaving foam!

He sheltered from the sudden rain,

Under the cover, and gloom was falling again,

He belched, it smelt like aminomethane,

He hobbled toward home; it was a strain!

He got in his flat,

He untangled his hearing aids from his mask,

It was a fiddley, difficult task!

Made himself a meal that,

Was too big, but not too much fat,

He fell asleep, and that was that!

Not a very good ode this time, uncertainty and confusion were visiting me. Sorry.

Inchcock’s Great Escape! Photographing pavement cyclists, chinwags, and nit-picking, to his heart’s content!

2Tue13a

Fanmarveloustic! Chinwags, From a Socially acceptable distance, of course! And great weather!

Well, Jenny, bless her, delivered the lemon bleach and yoghourts she’s ordered for me good and early. Left them near the doorstep. Thus, I had time to rush about, (this may be a slightly excessive description) and get ready for my much longed for, my first trip out on the bus into town, for months! Excitement flooded the brain!

I made a complete hash of getting ready. It’d been so long since I went out, many things confused my poor old stale, addled brain:

  • I had to leave the socks off, cause they were too painful to wear!
  • Thus, I had agony with the feet and toes. But no matter, I was in my seventh heaven, about to escape into the outside world again!
  • Where were the unused for nine weeks flat keys? Found them quickly
  • Where was the bus-pass card, unused for nine weeks? This took yonks to find!
  • Where was the cash card? This took an aeon to find!
  • Time was getting on, so I put on the coat I last went out in. The heavy one!
  • Going to be interesting fun this, no hearing aid batteries!

I got the three-wheeled walker-guide, made sure some spare shopping bags were in it. And a few pressies in case I encounter any of the regular kind shop staff. And off I set!

Picture based record of the best day out for months. Well, it the first one!

Down in the elevator.

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Checked on the electronic notice board, no rush after all. 12-minutes before the bus was due! A hobble down Chestnut Walk

2Tue14a

Met several tenants, and had a chinwag or two, en route to the bus stop.

At the stop, people were mostly being sensible and keeping to the social distancing rules. I had a natter with Margaret, Christine and Steve. The bus arrived, and Christine seemed to be aware of my nervousness getting on the bus.  On the short trip down the hill, she made me feel comfortable as we chinwagged.

I followed others who had got off the bus, down to the bus stop for a ride to town. Oh, dear, I was a tad confused getting on, but someone put me right. Each second side-saddle seat had been taped off and not in use. But there were not any available. Now there I was with my trolley, and in a pickle as to what to do. But a gentleman saw me in a ponder, and got up from a side-saddle, and moved to another seat, freeing it for me. Bless him!

We all got off at Victoria Centre, Christine had to remind I needed this stop. Haha! I chatted with her for a while, and she told me of the L9 bus being on a two hour Saturday timetable, and that I needed to get the bus back at 11:05hrs.

I felt so cared about, it was lovely.

2Tue14b

I hobbled, (and the feet were giving my terrible gip) along Milton Street, and called into the old Poundstretcher shop. They, like the other shops, had set a new layout, and the in-door had been blocked off. I had a hunt around the grocery shelves, in search of some Pakistani potato cakes. But could not find any. But I still got to the checkout with; A can of Bonners BBQ sauce, Italian lemon cookies (Froletti Al Limone), Largeish bottle of Light Soy Sauce at £1.49. You’ll like this, a small packet of… ready for it; Asolo Dolce, Alla Marmellata di Arance! Which was Strudel with orange jam! Haha! And, All’Arancia Limone cookies. Finally, a face-mask, for a quid! I didn’t find out until I got home and could use the magnifying glass, it was made in Turkey.

2Tue14c

I still found it hard to believe how few people were about. Milton Street, apparently the busiest in Nottingham City Centre, had six Nottinghamians, and so many closed stores!

2Tue14d

As I crossed over Lower Parliament Street to get to the Poundland store, four cyclists came along the pavement, more or less at the same time. I struggled to get the camera out, by then there were only the two in the above picture left in view.

Into the shop, and they too had changed things around. I got a bit puddled trying to find the disinfectants, and I asked a lady assistant where they were; I followed her non-verbal finger that pointed towards the shop door, thanked her, and went to find them. The maze of aisles was challenging to manoeuvre around, with so many being blocked by the shelf fillers. Not that I blame them, they’ve got a job to do. With hopes high, I approached the fresh food fridge, almost tasting Pork Farms pie as got there. But, no, they didn’t have any. Which is a good thing really, I shouldn’t eat them anyway. But I did spot the tasty Frankfurters were in stock. I can’t work out why, but this brand, despite having less meat in than others are so filling and flavoursome. That’s tonight’s nosh sorted! Potatoes, peas, mushrooms, tomatoes and franks!

I did overspend, though!

WDPBaWD 150.0.0 02 I got to the checkout. As I was struggling anyway to put the basket on the counter, guess what? Without any warning or twitches, Peripheral Pete’s right-legs did a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine, and to make things more embarrassing, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley had a bash at me! The basket tipped off the counter, and I made things worse by grabbing at it and spilling everything out onto the floor! Grobognangles! A lady arrived to help me, I moved out of her way, and she calmly gathered the goods and put them back in the basket and onto the counter for me. I mumbled my apologies, and the Tut-tutting from those behind me grew louder! To make those waiting angrier and even more likely to belt me one in the kisser, I’d bought a bottle of disinfectant, that was two for the same price as one, a quid. The kind lady pointed this out to me and called for someone to get another bottle for me. This was not making me very popular at all!

Yet the understanding of the serving lady was so much appreciated. The leg was still twitching a bit, and I feared it might ‘Dance-off’ again. So I paid the lady, thanked her, and hobbled to the door. I swear a heard a ginormous ‘Sigh’ from behind me!

2Tue14e

Getting out back on the pavement, I took a shot of Parliament Street traffic; or lack of it. It was a sad sight. Made worse by so many obstreperous, leary, ignorant, dangerous, uncaring pavement cyclists. Notably, the scruffy-haired, tattooed neck and ear tab young delinquent who almost ran into me while I was taking the photo above, from behind! While I had the camera out, I turned to my left and took a shot of the end of Milton Street, then got in one of the closed-down shops’ doorways and sorted the weight distribution of the things in the trolley-basket and two carrier bags.

2Tue14f

I’d bought a bottle of Aquafresh mouthwash, the two disinfectants for a pound, Frankfurters, Cheeslets, cashew nuts, a concentrated Lemon & mint, and Lemon disinfectants, and a (Not joking) Lemon & Sherbert freshener!

2Tue14g

As I was passing the end of Milton Street, I was nearly assaulted by two pavement cyclists, from either direction! I caught a snap of the younger of the two illegal, contemptible, parasitic, moronic,  spit-worthy urchins in this picture above.

2Tue14h

Now here’s a rare sight, Milton Street with no moving traffic on it!

2Tue14i

I got along to, and down King Street. The whole thing seemed so, almost hallucinatory. All I could see down the hill were two people! Weird!

2Tue14j

As I got towards the bottom of the road on my way to the Slab Square, it got crowded, (Hahaha!) The spunk-bubbling, repugnant, detestable, unlikeable, arrogant pavement cyclist put on a display here. Unfortunately, I only caught this one parasite coming up the hill with my trusty Canon lens.

2Tue14k

A little further down, and sod me, another sycophantic, tellurian organism of a pavement cyclist appeared. But I contained my hatred, fear and desire to knock the froward, mordant, noxiously pestiferously whippersnapper-bugger off of his bike… mainly cause he’d only belt the hell out if afterwards. Hahaha!

2Tue14L

A handful of Nottinghamians in the Slab-Square, the quietness was eerie, and Nottingham’s Fothergill Watson designed building opposite, showing a sharp contrast the newer erections in the background, and was a touch saddening.

2Tue14m

I turned to make my way to the bus stop, and a smidge of concern suddenly came over me. “What happens if the Coronvirus makes a comeback? And how come, it hasn’t seen off many pavement cyclists? Makes you think, dunnit?

2Tue14N

Ah, another PC (Pavement Cyclist) made an appearance, as I turned up Queen Street towards the L9 bus stop.

The mind wandered as I limped slowly up the hill, Brian Clough’s statue on my right, The old Prudential Buildings, more pavement cyclists, not a sign of a policeman all day, how come I’ve gone for nearly two days without needing the porcelain throne?

2Tue15

The sheer magnificence of Fothergill Watson’s architectural designs. How come, I’ve gone so long without wanting a wee-wee? I was really into the mind-straying and changing routine, as I got to the top of the hill. But it came to a sudden end.

WD 150.0.0 02 When I caught my foot on the wheel of the trolley as I secured it, in the middle of the pelican crossing refuge, to take this photo of Parliament Street, in all its bleakness. The burning, throbbing pains from the toes and souls of the feet were excruciating, and that’s no exaggeration. It ended my day out, in a despicably nauseating style. But it wasn’t quite finished yet.

2Tue14O

I waited for and caught the L9 bus. Having to sit with the trolley in front of me was a bit awkward and difficult. The brakes on the three-wheeler would not apply? Which meant I had to sit leant forward, holding onto the trolley, to stop it rolling away for the whole journey. This stopped my blood flow, and Shuddering Shirley and Colin Cramps accompanied me. However, once Christine got on the bus, I concentrated on her amusing and witty tales. We had a laugh or a few en route home. She kindly didn’t run off, but walked at my steady pace and chatted as we walked the length of Chestnut Walk back to our beloved Woodthorpe Court. We waited for the lift, and Chrissie went up as we said our farewells to each other. It felt like I’d been out for hours and hours, and the fatigue was dawning. But, when I took a snap of the electronic notice board, as I did when I departed, showed me that I’d only been out from 09:20 to 11:41hrs.

2Tue14p

I got the lift, and with there still being no call for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne, I put the purchasers away and made a super-duper mug of Thompsons Punjana.

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3.7 hours out in the fresh air,

I have to say the weather was fair,

Pavements Cyclist apart,

And the toe-stubbing on the cart,

It made the day for this worrywart,

I’m so glad to be back in my lair!

GC June 14e
Cheers, folks!

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham wiv his camera! Comments in bad rhyme!

2Tue28

Inchcock’s Trip to Nottingham

1Mon05

I started out on my trip to town today,

I got through to the lifts, to my dismay,

The elevators all 12-floors below,

I waited patiently before I could go,

I had the scenic view to peruse, though!

1Mon05a

Walking through the link-passage again,

Welcomed by the pouring rain,

Trapped my fingers in the swipe-door, the pain!

I chatted with Angela and Elaine,

Out to get wet, but didn’t complain,

T’was nice to get out of the flats again!

1Mon05b

Off the bus, greeted with a jogging student’s glare,

I just tossed him back, a similar stare,

The rain worked its way, through my jacket,

I wouldn’t mind, but it cost me a packet!

Nottingham City Centre, I wondered why I ever went there!

1Mon06

I remembered though, it was to buy food, starting at Aldi first,

 I hobbled my way down a rainy Glasshouse Street,

At the shop, I bought a lot of fodder, even some Bratwurst,

Then paid, wandered off, for my spending was incomplete,

To Bargain Buys, they’d no potato cakes, that made me curse!

1Mon07

Mansfield Road, rain and Pavement Cyclists abound!

Next a bloke on a Lambretta, I cursed, and moved on,

Nottinghamian’s serenity, smiles, were not to be found,

As to Trinity Square, I was soggily bound!

En route, this bit of Street Art below, I found,

1Mon06a

It lay there, wet, upon the ground,

On Old Street, it was found,

Broken bottles nearby, a battleground.

I moved away, like a limping greyhound!

1Mon08

I got through Trinity Square, left via Kings Walk.

Not many folks about at all?

No one to say hello to, or talk,

Then we had a little rain squall!

1Mon09

Parliament Street had a few more folks around, I have to say,

Unemployed, Students, shoplifters, muggers, no policemen though.

The rain started pouring heavier, not a nice day,

So many eateries in one place, how do they all make any dough? (Hahaha!)

1Mon09b

Down Market Street, I did wobble along,

The rain temporarily having stopped,

I think I sang a joyful song,

The tram gave out a melodic ‘Klong-Klong’,

I might use this photo later, as a ‘Thoughts’ backdrop!

1Mon10

A damp Slab Square, where did the people go?

Is it the rain, are Social Services Inspectors lurking?

Which department are they from, if so?

After illegal immigrants, or claimants working?

A mystery to me, I don’t know.

1Mon13

Nottingham’s cheerless Wheeler Gate, depression flowed,

My target, in Turquoise, the Poundland shop!

Competing coffee shops each side of the road,

Staff sneering at each other, as a goad!

I came out of Poundland, with a massive load,

Two bags on the trolley handles, it went all over the road,

I spent so much, I wondered how much I owed!

1Mon14

To the bus stop home, along South Parade,

Though the tatty, unkempt Slab Square,

A slight Accifauxpas, I’m afraid I made,

The rain started again there,

Got my brolly out, the one for which £10 I paid,

It fell to bits, and to be right and fair,

  I couldn’t bend down, so I left it there!

1Mon14a

Over the Slab Square, to the King Street/Long row junction,

Where the brain struggled to function,

I had a Dizzy Dennis cumulation,

1Mon14b

When the head cleared, and the brain regeared,

With admiration for architect Watson Fothergill grew,

Just looking at his work, my heart cheered.

1Mon14

On the way up Queen Street, the trolley-walker veered,

Very nearly tipping over, that’s something I feard,

It became so unruly, it understeered,

By gum, I thought, this is weird!

Ah, a big-clump of chewing gum from the wheel was cleared,

I must say, I was greatly cheered!

2Tue30

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Inchcock Today – Mon 10 Feb 2020: Delightful chinwagging, dysbulia, dyschromia then a Snow Storm!

2020 Feb 10

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Monday 10th February 2020

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 10 Veljače 2020. Godine

00 Feb 10

01:45hrs: I came back to consciousness, still tired. I tried to mentally to sort out the needs of the day. I gave and got up. Out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, caught my balance quickly enough, Arthur Itis in a good mood, no Dennis Dizzies, but the neurotransmitters were a bit naughty, I dropped the walking stick. But the Jenny-supplied picker-upperer was utilised, no problems there. Off to the kitchen, wondering why I had not needed the Porcelain Throne or a wee-wee, on the way.

WD 150.0.0 ChemistTook the medications, getting desperately low on them now. Due to the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA failing to deliver any prescriptions. Again!

1Mon01I got the kettle on and took a photo of the outside view. The wind and rain blew in as I opened the unwanted, disliked, thick-framed, access preventing, light & view-blocking new windows. But not as bad as yesterday, Storm Ciara is still lingering, perhaps with an after-thought to come?

The Hum could be heard, but it was totally different in sound? There was a lightness to it, with I’m sure, what was a whistling noise? For some reason, I remembered that Janet had told me yesterday, that Brother Pete and his family were about two miles away from an enclusion area in Hong Kong and were in good health. Something so reassuring as that, I find incomprehensible that I had forgotten about?

I got the tea and pressed on with the blog, a mammoth task with all the photographs I’d taken yesterday. It was about 05:00hrs before I’d got the post finalised and sent off.

Then went on Pinterest, and TFZ Facebooking. Again the sheer quantity of pictures to go on cost me a lot of time. I was well behind with everything.

A tended to the ablutions next (Still no wee-wees or Porcelain Throne requirements – puzzling me this is!) The dropsies were minimal, only four or so. No shaving cuts! All went very fair! The imperfect old pins (legs) looked a little different today.

1Mon02

1Mon01WD 150.0.0 As expected, the knees were warped, but Arthur Itis is not bothered, Haha! The varicose and saphenous veins seem to be shy and hiding away? Some new, never seen before blood papules on the lower left leg. And the ankle ulcer on the right pin, looked like it was trying to come back to life, too?

How lucky I am to have ever-evolving legs. I understand that some people don’t have them? It must be terribly dull for them, to have common-no-bother pins? Har-har!

All refreshed now, I got the handwashing sorted out. The jammie bottoms will need a day or two to hang drying, but I can use the airer to hang them on when they get less wetterer. Hehe!

Then there was a need for a little haste. Time was flying, and I wanted to give the ILCs (Warden-Guards) their Monday treats, and get to the bus stop with time to spare, in case there’s a chance of a chinwag for me.

WD 150.0.0 The checking and double-checking of the flat before leaving, was even more perennial and repetitious than usual, even for me. The number of times I checked on the wet room was ridiculous! Eventually, I part-satisfied myself that all was well, and I might, possibly, have got everything I will need with me and set-off.

Took some black bags to the chute on the way. I plodded from the lift to the ILCs Holding Cell and Interrogation office, and dropped off their nibble bag, then to the Winchester Court lobby, and found a few willing conversationalists, Angela, Roy and Christine and son, and the nattering flowed. Which suited me down to the ground. The drizzle started as we went out for the L9 bus. As Christine said: “If yo’ ‘adn’t come, it woont be raining!” A Nottingham born gal for sure! Hahaha! She knows how lucky I am, alright!

A gang of Winwoodonians got on the City-bound bus, then an even bigger gang of us piled into the Bestwood one. All bar Malcolm and I got off in Sherwood, we went on to Arnold. As we approached the dropping off point, I made sure I had my shopping list with me. Not that I ever keep to it!

1Mon18aWD 150.0.0 I called into Chambers Food Hall for a nosey to see what they had been baking and bought some cooked meat. (Not on my shopping list!)

Then, a little further along on Front Street, I went into the Boyes Store. The Germoloid and Germolene creams had gone up in price, Tsk! But the Dettol was reduced, Good! These were on the shopping list!

1Mon04WD 150.0.0 I paid up, and then I plodded to the Iceland Store, in the hope that they will have some tins of new potatoes with the ring pull openers back in stock. But No! I did get some sliced wholemeal rolls, pork & pickle pork pies, and a boil-in-the-bag Braised steak in onion gravy! All on the list!

I joined the massive queue and paid-up my dues.  I already had the trolley-guide bag full, and had used a carrier and carried it on the handlebars, carefully! As I mosied along steadily to the Fulton Food store, for the sterilised milk, I sensed an atmosphere from everyone and mt surroundings. Hard to say what it was… a sort of dejection and, erm, well, something was in the air, and it wasn’t right!

WD 150.0.0 My EQ told me to get a move on. No reason, just be quick and get home? I just felt uncomfortable for some reason?

I got inside the shop and got the sterilised milk. Then another tin of flavoured tuna for Josie. Some red Leicester cheese to make her potatoes with on Sunday, and two for a pound bags of vinegar flavoured nibble-biscuits. Paid the unhappy lady on the till, and got outside, top sort out the three bags, for optimum hassle-free carrying.

WD 150.0.0 I then realised I would be too late to catch the bus home, so had another hour before the next one. I decided to call in the Mobility shop, to see if they had got any long picker-uppers back in stock yet. Nope!

1Mon05aWD 150.0.0 I then, most foolishly, went into the Shoe Zone shop. I came out with a pair of shoes and slippers! Definitely not on my shopping list! What the hell I was doing getting these, when the bags were nearly full already, I don’t know! Klutz!

WD 150.0.0 I then went further into unreality and crossed over the road and went. into Asda (Walmart), telling myself as I hobbled in through the doors, “Don’t get too much, just a Milk Roll loaf and some mushrooms!” I think I knew this would not happen, but was I bothered? Oddly, no!

WD 150.0.0 I got a right battering from other shoppers. I was walked into, had my toes trod on. Trolley charged more than once! It was a battleground! One large lady actually shoulder-charged me out of the way, to get to grab her chosen last pot of yoghourt on the fridge! Another lady moved my wheeler-guide out of her way to get to the bread, and left me without any support for walking! A bit of faith in mankind returned when a chap brought it back for me! I bought some cereal milk, then went mad on the cake & bakery shelves. Lemon Bakewells, lemon curd and Strawberry tarts, Rasberry mini-rolls… I was losing it here! Tomatoes, tinned potatoes, three cans of well over-priced petit pois, more gravy granules, and fresh mushrooms were bought! I still felt no guilt at the time?

I paid at the self-serve tills. There were three members of staff in attendance. I had to admire their obviously well-trained-for excellent ‘How to ignore a customer’ skills. Basically, they just chatted away together, anything could have been happening at the tills, stealing under-charging… and probably was! They were oblivious to all but whatever it was, as they were giggling and chatting about. The broken biscuits, the crushed after-shave box, fag-ends and sweets on the floor, stirred no response from them, it meant nothing to them.

1Mon05I paid up and somehow got the two big bags, onto handlebars, of the basket and bag filled three-wheeler, and outside so I could do some rearranging to make it easier for me to hobble with the now very heavy and unruly three-wheeler guide. Still, I’ve avoided having a food delivery this week! Never again! Morrisons food delivering again next week!

I was feeling a tad knocked-about and low in spirits as I got to the bus stop. But things soon altered, I came across one of the ladies at the bus stop who loved a laugh and natter! And did, all the way back to the flats. As others got on and off en route, who were also Chinwaggableisationists, the merriment grew. I was almost sorry to get off of the bus when it arrived back at the flats!

1Mon03The wind was terrible again when I alighted the L9. Brrr! Blowing up something, rain most likely, although snow has been forecast?

As I entered the Winchester Court lobby to go through the link passage, I saw on the floor, a hanky and umbrella! No doubt, or possibly, dropped by someone going to Woodthorpe 1Mon06aCourt?

I put them on the trolley cage lid and took them with me to drop off in Woodthorpe Court’s lobby, so whoever lost them might see them. I hope they do. I bet they lost the items when manipulating the door into the link passage.

1Mon06As I plodded through the Winwood Social Area, there were no tellurians in sight anywhere. So I took a snap of one if the Winwood Court Dulux Dogs. Hehehe! I wonder if any have gone missing? I think they area great idea, they cheer up the place a little bit for me.

Still no signs of life in the place. Again, I’ve done well for chinwags and laughs today. I got through to Woodthorpe Court and out the umbrella and hankie on the table and returned to the lift lobby.

WD 150.0.0 As the doors opened, the mess in the cage was worse than it usually is. The workmen doing the fire-sprinklers installation must have been busy Gentlemen today.

1Mon08

With the two shopping bags on the handlebars of the trolley-guide, along with my short, fat, bulbous, overly-stomached wobbly body in there, not a lot of free room was available. Hahaha!

WD 150.0.0 I could see as I struggled out of the lift, the powder had been spread over the 12th-floor blobby, and I made it worse. I tried to clean things up before going into the apartment, but still took debitage in with me on the shoes!

I got the kettle on. Hoovered the hallway, I’d just dirtied, then took the medications while I thought of it. Alarmingly short of medicines now! 

WD 150.0.0 On my Wednesday, visit the Doctor, I will have to collect them from the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, who are late delivering them again! I’ll mention this to Dr Vindla. Not that I think she will be bothered much.

1Mon10a

January Prescriptions blister-pack label? The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Potential murderers!

WD 150.0.0 The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, has gone from excellent to potential patient killers in the last two months! And, they are still putting the wrong dates on the blister packs, not to mention weeks late delivery and my going without painkillers and beta-blockers amongst other medications for five-days! Are they bothered either? Maybe they are doing it on purpose, in the hope that I’ll snuff-it, and they will not need to do delivery prescriptions then? Or trying to get me to change chemists, to avoid delivering… Oh, I’m fed-up!

The purchases of the day were put away!

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1Mon09bThe nosh was sorted out, and a grand tasty treat it was! Braised beef in (A lot of ambrosial) onion gravy, with potatoes, mushrooms, garden peas, beef stock, and leeks. With a Flavour-Rating of a worthy 9.20/10!

WD 150.0.0 Even if the washing up took me an aeon to get done. And I managed in my rush to get to the fodder, to spill the washing-up bowl water, with bleach and Fairy liquid in it, over my shirt, trousers and the floor! Grumble-Soddit-Blast!

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I suppose the bleach will ruin the trousers and shirt now. Grumph! And the time it took me to clean the mess up, meant the meal was not as hot as it should have been! (But I still enjoyed it).

WD 150.0.0 There were some programs on TV. I wanted to try and stay awake to watch. But, the TV was not picking up any signals at all! Blank screens on every channel!

  • Is the weather affecting reception?
  • Have the Fire Sprinkler men cut another cable?
  • Is the TV set (Like me) on its last legs?
  • Have the Ghost and Goblins and Aliens from the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, and Whoopsiedangeplop-proffering qualities, having another go at me?

It seems my odd moments of good luck, have definitely died off. At least I don’t have to worry about them anymore!

So, I tried the DVD and started to watch a Steve Coogan film, The Patrol Officer. I managed to stay awake for around twenty-minute, before drifting off. Innit marvellous? I can’t get ant sleep for days on end, then when I want to keep awake, I nod-off! Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating!

I woke up hours later and boy was it snowing and blowing out there!

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There was also ice and snow inside the balcony. The floor planks soaked again. (They can’t last much longer, they are warping already!

WDP 03LWD 150.0.0 WD 150.0.0a When I opened the kitchen window to take the shots from there, the blasted window was caught by the powerful winds… onto the back of my head! Inchyangulations! Now, my mood, so fluctuational during this Monday, changed once again. The good old Pissed-offedness returned! To make it worse, I could not get back to sleep!

I’d best put myself ‘Up-For-Adoption!’

Inchcock Today: Wed 29 Jan 2020 -Worra busy day. I nearly enjoyed it though! Hahaha!

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Wednesday 29th January 2020

Frisian: Woansdei 29 Jannewaris 2020

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23:52hrs: I transformed into semi-life status, and responded to the need for a wee-wee hastily, for it was an urgent need! Raising my wobbly, over-stomached body-mass from the second-hand, £300 recliner and taking the stick and few paces to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with ease. I had an SFDBFF (Started-Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style evacuation. No demands for a Porcelain Throne came?

I got to the kitchen, cleaned and sanitised the bucket. Took the medications, and made a brew of Glengettie tea, to ease my brain hopefully, into some sort of mental action. It seemed to work! For after a good gulp of the deep-amber fluid, I remembered that the food delivery was coming early, twixt 07:00 > 08:00hrs. I decided to make sure I got the ablutions done sooner than usual as well! Then, as I hobbled carefully back to the computer dump room, I recalled that today was the Bank Manager’s visit appointment!

As I settled and got the computer on to update the blog, I noted how well things were going this morning, up to now anyway. The attentions of Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, and even Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were all minimal! Only Saccades-Sandra and a few tremors and shakes from the peripheral neuralgia arm and shoulder were of any real worry-worthiness. Even the toothache seemed less painful? That’s something else; when I go to see the bank manageress, I must call at the dentists to make an appointment.

VirFail01I felt almost semi-contented as booted up the computer. It didn’t last for much longer! First, I realised that the right-hand fingers Neurotransmitter nerves were bad, and knew this would mean difficulties in typing. But before I got a chance to find out properly, the famously pathetic and unreliable Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, let me down again!

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I got some potatoes and mushroom in the slow-cooker for later. Just seasoned with salt this time. Ah, the internet was back on!

WD 60.25.0 VirFail01aI struggled on with the blogging update. Which was one of the easiest for months, as I was stuck-indoors again yesterday, so only a few photographs to sort out, plus, I’d stayed up later than usual, so it was virtually finished when I started it – Does that make sense? Anyway, it kept going off so often, and I had to just press on until it returned on its own. What a palava! But I did get it finished and posted off, hours after starting it, though!

 I needed to make a template for this post. The CorelDrawing bit was fine, but getting the template made up on WordPress was a grind-and-a-half with the internet failing so often, for periods of a minute, three minutes back on, and off again… Arghh!

VirFail01cI went on the TFZer Facebooking, that was a bind too. Thanks to Mr ‘I don’t-know-what-I’m-doing, but still, I get paid a fortune’ So I’m not bothered, Fries! Swine! Mafia minded bully and incompetent, mob-backed merchant! Probably not true, but how else does such an arrogant, unskilled pillock like that, keep his job?

VirFail01dI made a start on this blog but gave up. Too much like hard-work, thanks, Mr Fries! The farcical Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet came last month to do some upgrading, that made things worse than before. They are coming again on Feb 6th to try again. Phwert!

I put the handwashing in soak and went to get 3Wed04the stand-up ablutionalisationing done. Apart from around five shaving cuts, and about four dropsies, all went well. Even the Sock-Glide battle (I think I’m mastering the thing now!) Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Got smelly with sprays, dressed and went to get the handwashing. All done, rung and hung. That Amazon long sleeve t-shirt that was chocolate brown when I bought it, turned to green on the first wash, and is now a sort of olive-dark blue colour, Tsk!, has still got that stain on the front.  I must have spilt some bleach on it. Humph!

So, no toe stubbings, no Dizzy Dennis’, Shaking Shaun was still about, but not so interested in me as he was earlier.

Still, there are no Porcelain Throne attentions called for? Mmm?

I went to the kitchen and decided to take a couple of photographicalisations from the unwanted, disliked, anti-photographer, and deaf people designed with wide ledges to stop me seeing what is below and taking a snap. Or, see if any emergency vehicles are on-site, due to me not hearing the Fire Alarm.

The sun kept trying to come out but went in and hid when it came to my picturing the view. Coming out the moment I’d put the camera away! Huh!

3Wed07

I sorted the black bags and took them to the waste chute. Then returnedReadies, black bags down to chute. Back to the flat, and dithered about, convinced that something had not been done yet. A general feeling of anaemia reigned.

It took me a long while trying to sort out what it was that was niggling at me. And then I didn’t find it! I had the Bank paperwork, card, bus-pass, hearing aids in the lug-holes, the right glasses on the head, alert bracelets on the wrists, Warfarin card in pocket, money, sourdough bread for the ILCs, medications taken, Calendar checked for appointment time at the bank (In fact they sent me text reminding me of the 10:00hr attendance and punctuality needed – Read later, a farce!), crossword book in the trolley… Oh, what the heck is it?

But I had to accept defeat. Wrapped up warmly, and then the farcical double-checking started. To reassure myself and verifying that all in the apartment was left safely.

Out to ask Deana if the kitchen volunteers wanted the new extra-large crock-pot or not. No message has been sent back from anyone who had been received when I offered yesterday morning. I also had a treat for them, of the Polish sliced sourdough bread. They love it, and I love being able to treat them when I order anything from Ocado, who, as far as I know, is the only place that sells it. A little thank you.

I departed, still feeling uneasy, thinking about whatever it was I thought had not been done or taken with me. Humph!

3Wed08WD 60.25.0 When I got in the lift, I found a damp t-shit on the deck in the cage. Obviously, some poor soul had dropped it when returning from the laundry room. So, I pucked it up and shook off the bits from the floor attached to it, and hung it on the handrail. I hope they find it later. Just my sort of antics to get up to!

4Thu06When I got to the Winwood Heights Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens and Lap-Top Dancers Interrogation Office, but no one answers my knock.

So I went to the big social lounge and had a go at my crossword book for a bit. I got involved in the puzzle and nearly forgot the time, I had to rush a little to get to Winchester Courts lobby. Where some tenants were waiting in the warmth for the bus. I handed out some nibbles, and we nattered and laughed a little, as I accepted the put-downs and touches of sarcasm in good spirit.

A big crowd at the shelter this morning. Angela & Roy, Penny, Shirley, Mary, Margaret, Doris, Louie, Welsh William, the snotty bloke from Woodthorpe Court, and others. Note how I remembered so many names there? Smug Mode adopted.

WD 60.25.0 I good chinwag with Margaret on the few bus-stops down Winchester Street, where I dropped off the bus with Angela and Roy. We all went into the bank. Angie and Roy got served first, and I waited my turn. The appointment time passed by. No signs of anyone interested in me. Angie and Roy may have had a query of some sort because they were escorted into the office where my meeting was supposed to have been.

WD 60.25.0 I kept poddling about the place with the trolley-walker, to keep the knees from stiffening, for fifteen minutes or so. When the pair came out of the office and passed me on the way out, Angela said she was sorry for messing up my appointment and keeping me waiting, bless her. I replied, “Thank you, it just shows how lucky my life is!” She did laugh!

The Local Banker, Washeeda Hashmi, came to collect me. My EQ saw pound-signs on legs! Which proved to be right! As we walked to the office, she apologised for keeping me waiting. With a broad grin, I answered; Yes, I suppose they have bigger assets and investments than me?” She smiled, cocked her head to one side and said, “Well, yes” and her grin broadened. Ah, a sense of humour, I liked that!

WD 60.25.0 First, the lady was advised by me of my medical situation, and I started by asking her about the second account, asking why the interest had been cut by 50%. I received what sounded like gobbledegook and ended up more confused than before I’d asked the question. But, she changed something or other, and the interest was, all 1.5%, was restored, but in a new different account? High finance, not my easiest of topics for me to get a grip on!

WD 60.25.0 Then the sales pitch came. Did I want to increase my cover in the event of losing my money? How much do I pay for my current house-contents insurance? I was given her card to call or pop in to see her when the coverage is due to be renewed. Name, tel number, she works Mopn Tue Weds only, I must ring her, she might be able to offer a better deal. Is your funeral arranged yet? ‘Yes!’

WD 60.25.0 Then I inquired about the new cashcard and what is needed to be done. She patiently explained things and even went out with me to the cash-point to ‘Enable’ or was it ‘Actuate’, the card for me. I asked if I could draw some cash, to be sure the card was now operational. “No problem,” she said. But the machine would not accept the card! She looked embarrassed, and I felt baffled! We went back inside, and the card was used at the counter, and it worked! Phew! 

3Wed10aI thanked her and made my way out onto Mansfield Road, nonplussed, foggier-headed, and somewhat more perplexed than I did when I entered the bank.

Up the hill to the bus stop. Things worked out well timing-wise, two-minutes later, the L9 to Arnold arrived.

3Wed11I had another bash at the crosswording en route. I got off on Front Street, right near the Asda store, and went in to have a look at their slow cookers on offer. I managed to avoid the dangerously driven mobility scooters and got into the shop. They had a range of small crock-pots on sale.

4Thu05From which of course, making my mind up which one to buy, took a lengthy spell of ditherisationing. I ended up selecting the smallest on offer. Only £14, 1.5L size. They had several 1.8L ones that were even cheaper to buy. But this smaller one will suit my needs, I hope, anyway.

Now, I was struggling a bit in getting around the store with the box and the three-wheel-walker-guide. I limped around and ended up at the check-out with; The crock-pot, pack on mini-Swiss rolls, some potatoes, and chopped leeks. Paid the helpful gal on the till, who also helped me load the bag, and even put it on the trolley handle for me. Thank you, petal!

3Wed012aNow, with the two bags on the walker-guide, one with the cooker in it, I poddled unsteadily out onto Front Street. The alarm went off as I left the store through the tag recognisers, from the cooker most likely. But no one came to check on me. It seemed eerily free of cyclists, pedestrians, beggars, and mobility scooters out there!

I pondered over my next move. There were about twenty-five minutes before the bus was due. So, I went down and over the road, to have a look in the Fultons Foods shop, to get some garden peas with the ring-pull openers if they had any in. I ambled stumblingly (the balancing of the bags was not easy, with the one with the cooker in it sticking out and catching things. Tsk!) to the crossing, and over the road to the shop. I came out with three for-a-pound tins of peas, Hills Shorties biscuits, and two pots of lemon cheesecakes.

3Wed12 (2)I made my way to the bus stop, and Mary was sat sitting there in the shelter. There was still ten-minutes or so until the bus was due. We had a good nattering session, during which Mary showed an interest in having the gigantic slow-cooker. Well, being as no one had let me know it the Winwood Court kitchen could use it, I said she could have it.

No crosswording on the route back to the flats. There was no room with the two bags and trolley bag full, it took all my concentration to stop the useless brakes-applied guide from shooting off each the bus went around a corner or braked sharply. But Mary and I managed a tete-e-tete, though.

We got back to Winwood Heights, and I dropped the sourdough bread off in the warden’s office. No mention of the giant-crock-pot being needed, so I dropped off the loaf and told Mary she could have it straight away. We ambled to Woodthorpe Court and up in the lift, Maty getting off on the first floor, and saying she would be up for the cooker soon. No problem, I say’s, and I carried on up to the twelfth floor and got inside.

I had a bit of bother getting the bags in, but did it okay. Emptied out the trolley and carriers, and was setting up the new cooker, as Mary arrived. She took the cooker, asked how much, I said ‘Nowt’, she thanked me and shot off with it.

3Wed13I put the fodder away. Then got the new pot set-up next to the other semi-new biggerer one.

Which, of course, meant I now have to find room to put all the stuff I had to move away off of the counter-top, to avoid them being near the heat of the crock-pots when in use!

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I’ll have to keep an eye on the control settings being used. They are different from each other. Fingers crossed I don’t cock it up!

3Wed12I got the pots and mushrooms out of the larger crock-pot and made up the evenings meal. Pork pie meat, a Natoora black Iberico tomato, beetroot, garden peas, chestnut mushrooms, new potatoes and a sliced Cox’s apple. A lemon curd yoghourt and drink of fresh orange juice with it. Rated at 8.2/10 for flavour. Even the tomatoes, which were meaty tasting, although they were Spanish. I enjoyed that!

The washing up was done. Cleaning the large slow-cooker took longer than everything else put together! Glad I’ve got the new smaller one for tomorrow, at last.

I put the computer on to add to the calendar, and the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was working okay?

Put the TV on, and after an hour or so of nodding-offs and wakenings, I gave up and turned the telly set off.

Then, the brain-storming began! Fears, worries, past-faults, heebie-jeebies, psychasthenia, and insecurity all flowed and churned inwardly.

It was ages before I hibernated for the evening. Hey-ho!

Inchcock Today – Fri 17 Jan 2020: Got out for a hobble at last. Shame I got soaked and had a few Dizzy Dennis visits. Ah, well!

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Friday 17th January 2020

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 17mh Faoilleach 2020

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WDP 003lWD 60.25.0 00:05hrs: I stirred into mock-life, looked around and saw much evidence of nocturnal-nibbling having been committed, and pondered on my hopes and dreams, fears and worries. Then thought Sod-it. Guilty-Mode Engaged!

WDP 10R01WD 60.25.0WD 60.25.0a Then, I realised I was half-on the recliner, with the better leg hanging partly-off, and I was sitting on my left hand? After freeing the arm and hand, I found this had given me apaesthesia in the thumb and fingers. So, as I used my appendages to help raise myself out of the £300 second-hand seat, I found that I dropped back into it with a thud – and clouted my right elbow against the arm of the recliner! (Fancy that, I said?)

Personal Thoughts at the time: (were, something along the lines of), “Oh hell, is it going to be yet another day of frustrations with —-/-all going right?” I didn’t want to get up; and had to have a discussion with myself about the situation (Haha!). My EQ butted into the conversation, reminding me that there is nothing I can do to avoid further harassments and mental-turmoil, so I might as well get up and face it, I should be used to it all by now!”

So, I rose, more carefully this time from the chair gained my balance, grabbed the stick, and wandered wobblingly to the kitchen. Wondering what I was doing, who I was, where I was, and in a semi-confused state of mind. (T’was not that bad really, but my imagination took over there, sorry)

5Fri001It was eight hours too early for me to use the hoover to clean up, I thought, not that I was bothered about it. I got the kettle on, made whar will probably be the highlight of the day, a mug of Glengettie Gold tea! With the chemist leaving without tablets and medications for five days, I nearly forgot to take them. Phwert!

5Fri01No sooner had I poured out the brew, the demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room I limped, with the stick and picking up the camera on the way, to have a view of the state of the legs this morning. They had regained some colour which was a good thing, but they were yellow!

WDPh 01RThe evacuation went okay. Sticky-messy, but little pain and no bleeding. So, fate had slipped me a teaser in there? Something to get me feeling optimistic, before the storm, perhaps? Or am I being too pessimistic? Mmm! Ah, well, I did the cleaning up, returned to fetch the now almost cold mug of tea, and got the computer on to update the Thursday blog. Which was far too long and took me five hours to complete. But, it was yet another of those Thursdays. A stomach-in-knots, tenterhook-lingering, in-a-tizzy, frustrating, delirium producing days, that went on and on with its let-downs and failures, until I lost the will to carry on! Hence my attitude when I woke up this morning, I suppose.

It’s the onslaught of the ailments, ticker-change to mechanical, ulcers, arthritis, getting shot, the stroke, old age. Senility and suffering days like the last few etc. that has turned me into the poltroon, nervous confident-less-wreck, misanthrope, worrier and prophet of doom I am today. Hey-Ho! Just thought I’d mention it. I left out losing my memory and mind. Back to the diary, I wandered off there again. Fool!

WD 60.25.0 Despite the best efforts of Mr (overpaid for the skills he hasn’t got) Fries best efforts…

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I got the updating finished and posted off to WordPress.Went on TFZer Facebooking. Viewed the WP Reader, and had a wee-wee of record length. No, it was! It began unwillingly and hurtfully dribbled for a couple of seconds, then gained momentum and flowed forcefully for… I don’t know how long, but it felt like five-minutes or more! Ah,-well, it made for a change!

5Fri03I made brew watched U-Tube while I drank it, with a few orange chocolate digestive bikkies.

WDPH01LThe ablutions next. And a jolly decent effort it was too! The dropsies were only about six in total. (The neurotransmitter transmissions to the brain of my synapse nerve contacting, were really the best they have been for days – of course, it didn’t last long, but was much appreciated while it lasted! [Yee-Haa!]) The sock-glide battle was injury-free! The medicating was painless, and the bleeding was to a minimum. It seemed to be going well, all foreign to me, I was a bit worried!

I got the black bags, recycling materials and glass jars sorted for taking down with me. I checked and rechecked, then checked again, to make sure I had left everything safe, and had taken all the things needed for my bus ride to the shopping (And boy, did I do some!) trip to Arnold. I hate this dithering and procrastinating undecidedness, but that’s how it is nowadays! 

5Fri007cI opted to get the handwashing done, to avoid the need when I got back from the shopping. My EQ told me (and it was right) that I would be too done-in and shattered to do it then! So, it was done, wrung and hung to dry. A bit like I felt, Hehehe!

Jacket on, keys, bus-pass, cash card, money, crossword book, pen, etc. checked, bags balanced on the trolley-walker and I set off. Putting the bags down the waste-chute, a feeling, a nagging doubt that I had disremembered something, but could not bring it to mind. Very agrannoying!

Down in the lift, plenty of the sprinkler fitters about, I hope the elevators don’t go down again. Out to take the glass jars, to put them with the hundreds of empty alcoholic bottles in the green bin (Touch of jealousy here, Hehe!), and the recycling bag in the big container. The rain started to fall as I went back into the foyer.

WD 60.25.0 Innit marvellous?3Wed11 I’ve been forced to stay indoors for six days, waiting, stewing, impatiently, forever feeling iller as time went by. For the Top Three Pharmacies in Nottingham, The Carrington Pharmacy,  343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA, 5 days for their overdue delivery of my prescriptions, without my beta-blockers and painkilling Codeine 30g medications, and the first time I can get out – it rains for the first time in six days!

Lucky bugger, I am!

I made my way through the link-passageway into the warmth of Windwood Court, very welcoming having a heated communal place, lovely! Called at the Obergruppenführeresses Wardens interrogation and strip-search room. Haha! We had a natter, and the nibbles and treats were handed out.

WDP 2019B01WD 60.25.0 As I was leaving, the ‘Something missing or not done’ problem was solved! I realised I had not got my mobile phone or camera with me. Crabs and Grobblecraps! So, back through to Woodthorpe Court. Up the elevator and in the flat, to collect the items forgotten by the senile elderly resident.

5Fri08Back down the same route in reverse, with a few words of self-condemnation, and thought Winwood into Winchester Court. I noticed through the window that the rain was now a lot worse.

(Well, it would be, of course, I was about to leave to catch the bus! Humph!)

A group of reprobates, no, I mean residents had gathered in the Winchester foyer, keeping dry while waiting for the bus to arrive. I had a great laugh and natter and immediately found myself cheered up. I handed out some nibbles, as the bus arrived. A sort of, a slow-motion stampede of residents, walker-guides and sticks cluttered our way out to the bus shelter. Getting well soaked through before we reached the cover under the plastic shelter, then jostled for a dry spot to stand, Hahaha! The City bus came first, and I got on the Bestwood bound one, with about six fellow-Winwoodonians.

They all got off in Sherwood, and I was the last one left on the bus. Which soon picked up more passengers en route. I got involved in the crosswording en route, with a small degree of success as well. Smug-Mode-Engaged! Along with several others, I got off on High Street and endured the shoulder charging battle to get to the pelican crossing lights first, to get out of the rain quickerer. I got there last, of course.

5Fri11I hobbled along Front Street in the rain, slowly getting the clothes soaked a little more, and somehow the precipitation had found its way into my left shoe as limped along? Surely this shoe can’t be leaking? It’s only about the third time I’ve worn them from new. Knowing my luck, I wondered why I thought that!

I had the shopping all planned. Savers, check on cleaning things prices, then Boyes next door for over the counter medications if a good price, Germolene etc.. Iceland for the tinned potatoes. Boots for the Co-Codamol, Fulton Foods for a bargain hunt, then Asda for some Lemon Curd yoghourts. That’s the plan anyway!

WD 60.25.0 Saver Store: I got to the Savers store. They had Germolen at £1, A Floella orange and lime disinfectant 99p, Deo fab at 99p and a lemon Loo-Phoo at 89p. At the checkout, I had a Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun attack. The lady serving me was patient bless her.

WD 60.25.0 Boyes: A roll of small waste bags £1, Neutrodol spray at £1, Lavender Dettol £2, Foot spray £1, Yardley lemon-scented soap bar £1.25 and a Zoflora lemon disinfectant. I even had a funny turn at there checkout? But far less embarrassing.

I came out and the rain had, lessened to a drizzle. I got in a doorway and spread the load out to even the balance, using a carrier bag, the basket on the trolley, and the bag.

WD 60.25.0 On the way to Iceland, Saccades Sandra forced me to stop for a while until she cleared, so I could see correctly. A bit unnerving. Into the shop, got two tins of the new potatoes, a bag of wholemeal sliced cobs, pork & pickle mini pies and a pack of cooked meat off-cuts.

Now I was struggling to get everything in the available bags etc., so thought I hope that Fulton’s do not have any bargains really, cause I’ll not be able to resist them and be in a right state carrying them, but knowing me. Haha!

Into Boots to the counter and asked for some Co-Codamol. I explained why I needed them, as a safeguard in case the chemist lets me down again. After a five-minute lecture on not taking them for any more than three days and various advice, she let me have a box. £3.79.

5Fri12Fulton Foods: Oh dear, they had some pull-top opening garden peas. I just had to get some. Tsk! I got some Galaxy darker-milk chocolate, and a 1litre bottle of white vinegar for cleaning.

There were no funnies at the checkout.

5Fri10I had to do a bit of quick thinking then. The L9 bus was due in twenty-minutes. Asda, across the road, me wanting some Lemon Curd yoghourt, but would I get them in time to catch the bus? I hastened to the store, as the rain got a little more substantial.

Asda: Got inside and straight to the dairy 5Fri23shelves, but could not see any lemon yoghourt whatsoever? No staff around to ask. I decided to leave it. But spotted they had some rather temptingly delicious-looking blood orange dark chocolate bars, so I grabbed one and made my way to the self serve tills. I paid up and shot out as fast as my little, plump, hairy legs would let me! Up the hill to the bus stop. Where, a shoulder charging, a tut-tutting gang of people were shouldering for a position under the shelter to keep out of the rain. I didn’t take part, too risky!

WDP 03L5Fri017WD 60.25.0 A couple of busses arrived, and this cleared a gap for me under the shelter. And this is where an overgrown old man, nearly cried! Sob! I realised that in my rush not to miss the bus, I’d not collected my change for the orange bar, from the Asda till! Humph! So, I opened the bar and ate some of it! Well, I say some of it… erm… most of it. It was delicious, but me not picking up my change, took the edge off of the flavour a smidge!

WD 60.25.0 When the L9 arrived, late, getting me, the trolley-guide, two bags of shopping and the full-of-foods basket on top, was a work of art, although not quickly done. The highlight of the incident was the laughter it brought from the other passengers! Hahaha! It appears I had accidentally taken some pictures throughout the trip, these are they, that I cannot recall taking: One, possibly in Asda although I can’t remember taking the camera out in there? The other obviously on the bus, maybe in Sherwood when I took the intended one of the rain on the way back?

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This one I meant to take. Just before we arrived in Sherwood, just past the hospital on Edwards Lane, it was.

In Sherwood, I expected the bus to pick-up some of the Winwoodonians, but nobody from the flats got on. They must have got home early to avoid the weather? I don’t blame em!

WD 60.25.0a  I got off the bus at the flats. My struggle to get the trolley down off of the step of the bus and the lid fell off from my little basket, instigated much hilarity from the other tenants waiting to get on the bus.

Anything to amuse. That’s me. Hehe!

5Fri16I made straight back to the flat. And, oddly enough, as I struggled to get the trolley through the door, the little grey lid shot off again. I think it might have to go? I detached the wire basket, emptied the trolley bag and got all the things into the kitchen. Got them all stored away, found the receipts and put them near the computer for taking details from in the morning. For I sure was too tired to be up to doing do any computerisationing now.

5Fri22I put the tablets away, after having a peek at the two-sided advice leaflet: Note please, I said a peek at, they were far too small to read. Harumph! Then I set about making a meal of monumental proportions. I don’t know why I do this? There never a cat-in-hells chance that I could eat it all! Wot a plonka!

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I went fro a wash and polish-up. The little hobble had done the legs some good, I think.

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I got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV. Over the next hour, the landline flashed twice. But both times it had stopped before I could get to it. Humph!

But the Arthur Itis knees and Back-Pain-Brenda gave me hardly any bother at all. Some other good benefit, come from the hobble?

I soon nodded of after the second call, and had a long kip!

I fank You!

 

Inmchcock – Thursday 9th Jan 2020: The pain, the Whoopsiedamgleplops, the Accifauxpas and getting bashed around, made this a Special Day!

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Thursday 9th January 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 9 Siječnja 2020. Godine

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23:25hrs: I woke up, with only one thing on my mind… I must get to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) as soon as possible! I became aware of some otalgia, as I gently rose and limped to the bucket. And as I was using it, the damned ‘Hum’ became a lot more noticeable. I had plenty of time to listen to it, mind. For the wee-wee was of the ELDWIEE (Extra-Long-Dribbling-Will-It-Ever-End) variety. It took so long, I nearly fell asleep again, stood-up weeing! Sheesh!

I then made sure the voucher and things that I could manage to get in the three-wheeler guide, were all present. Ready for my almost feard trip out, vicambulation around town, and second bus trip on to Sister Jane’s, HRH’s Mansion-Hall in West Bridgford.

4Thu01Then off to the kitchen, where the ‘Hum’ was distinctly louder. I took the medications and made a brew. Then snapped this shot from the light & view-blocking, finger trapping new window. No moon was showing this morning, and worryingly it was drizzling and windy out there today. Mmm!

I then pressed on with updating the Wednesday diary. Eventually getting it finished and going for a new brew, and yet another wee-wee They’ve been persistent this morning) Which makes me even less confident of getting myself to Jane’s without something going wrong, or it is too much for me. The EQ was trying to tell me something.

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I got the kettle on and made up a nibble tub for later in the weekend, and then made a mug of Glenghettie tea in one of the two larger China mugs.

WD 60.25.0 As I moved the mug top the tray, there was tea coming out of the mug? Also, I spotted some near where I’d poured the boiling water in? I remembered dropping this mug yesterday and feeling a little smug about it not breaking. Moments later, I could see the tea coming out of the spider-crack on the side! Ah, well! I got the other mug and transferred the tea.

Back to the computer and put a few photographs on Pinterest, then onto the TFZer Facebooking. Finally, on WordPress, then to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 60.25.0 Painful, think of large meatballs. Lots of bleeding. Say no more!

Turned everything off, and went to get the Unfortunately, a Stand-Up – too early to use the shower) ablutions tended to.

4Thu05WD 60.25.0  The session was one of more interesting (I could have used a more accurate word, but wanted to avoid using bad language. Tsk) nature. Mainly due to the dropsies, during the toe-stubbing, shaving cuts and potentially lethal Sock-Glide battle.

The dropsies included: The sink plug (now with the chain broken). The toothpaste and brush (3), mouthwash bottle, shaving foam can, razors (4), the body spray and flannel and towel (5). Followed by the Daktacort and Corticosteroid cream tubes and the PP’s.

4Thu06The sock-glide altercation was the most disturbing. I knocked it off of the seat, and it landed on the freshly stubbed on the metal support bar toe! Which left me in pain for the rest of the day.

Looking on the bright-side, after getting the socks on, the legs seemed staggeringly reasonable! Despite Arthur Itis’s bad mood with me. After getting dressed and smelling all pongy with the ‘Millionaire’, Au de Toilette spray applied, I rushed and got the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

Checked the trolley bag and it was well filled with pressies and nibbles for the Royal Family (Jane and Pete) for delivery. I checked the flat, boy did I! I had a moment of… what’s the word, I know there is one, erm… Ah, gorrit. OCD, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and must have double even treble-checked some things like taps, along with the windows, lights, cooker, etc. along with others for safety, and not being left or off wrongly. So-much-so that I really had to rush about afterwards, to get to the bus stop in time. Arthur Itis was getting worse as the day went on, and the feet joined in, both with rhadamanthine severity.

I met Cyndy in the lift, she was going down early to do some laundering (Of clothes, not money, Hehe!) and we had a lovely little natter.

WDPT05LWD 60.25.0 As I got out from the Woodthorpe Court foyer onto an unwelcome looking, dark, dank, wet, windy Chestnut Walk, I thought I’d take a couple of shots of the view towards Winchester Court flats in the murk.

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As I had a look at the photographs on the viewer, I saw that it a low-battery-sign showing! Somehow, I had put the wrong battery on charge last night! I felt a right clot! Then I realised the time! And had to almost rush to get to the bus shelter!

I was sliding all over with the trolley-walker as I went down the hill to the stop, and Arthur Itis was most displeased with me rushing, and Shaking Shaun was not too pleased either. I’m such a shmegegge, schlub and Shlimazel! But it was a good job I had got a move on because the 40 bus arrived in about a minute (07:25hrs) of me getting there. Phew!

WDP09LWD 60.25.0 I got on the bus, paid my £2.30 fare, and settled in a side-saddle seat, that was not designed for anyone to stay seated on! But that was not the worst thing about his journey. For I knew from experience, I was going to suffer getting bashed about and trod-on by the passengers as the bus filled to over-capacity.

And this is what happened! I had the trolley squashed right in between my legs, trod on, knocked about, elbowed, glared at, shoved and kicked, by the incoming army of grumpy passengers. The usual selection of them, even the ones who were standing and jostling with other mad tempered turds, had their mobiles in use. A bloke who sat in a seat next to me and was leaning against me with his excessive midriff, I could see was playing Bingo on his phone? I was so pleased when we arrived at Upper Parliament Street at last. I got off last, as is usual for me, to avoid being trampled on in the mad rush of cheerless Nottinghamians to get off!

I called in my beloved Poundland shop and ended up buying: For Jane & Pete treats to go with what was already in the trolley for them, Glue clamps, Toffiffees, Cutting blades, Mediterranian salad, Pork Farms pie, and nuts. Along with for myself, More Dettol, Germolene, toothpaste (Well, its something for the dropsies to enjoy), shaving cream, and a Toffiffee.

4Thu10I got to the self-serve tills, and the lady put the things through for me, bless her. I was soon out and back on Upper Parliament Street. I tried the camera, and it took this picture first press of the button! It looks like what it was, dark, damp and depressing. Haha!

4Thu10aI made my way to and down Clumber Street and arrived at the EE shop. But it was not open yet. So I hobbled, balancing the bag on the trolley with aplomb and style, I walked back up to the Victoria Centre (Mall), deciding to go to Tesco, to get some more treats for the Royal Family. And perhaps see if I can get a cheap camera that runs off of standard batteries. I made my way through the centre to Tesco and bought them some seaweed, puff pastry fingers and got myself some liquid soapflakes. Paid the lady, resorted the bags on the trolley, and walked back toward the top entrance.

3Wed15WD 60.25.0 Seeing an EE shop that was just opening up. So I went in to be treated like an idiot, sneered at and made most unwelcome. Four young members of staff were stood chatting and laughing with each other as I hobbled in. Obviously, I must have had an air of “You’ll not get any money from me” written all over my aged face? Because three of them all walked to the other end of the shop on my entering? The older one, presumably the manager, waited until I got to him, and finished whatever he was doing on his computer, then turned his head in my direction, and with an upward nod, said “Yea? Can I do owt for yer?” I explained about my problem with my sim-only contract phone battery dying, as to be expected after so many years, and needing a new easier to use, simpler phone to use. I was told they do not make phones any simpler than the one I had.

5Fri02WD 60.25.0 I edified him, about my physical problems and the buttons on the old phone  I’d transferred the sim card into my 20-year old phone, were very small, hard to see and use. With an audible even to me, ‘Huh’! He went to fetch some phones that he said they noo longer stock for me to look at. While showing me them, he tried to interest me in going on the EE Internet. He explained that the one handset was no better than the one I was using and had the same size buttons, the other was a lot more expensive. I declined them both, saying I’ll manage with this one, thank you.

WD 60.25.0 He was going into Defcon-three-mode. I bravely ask him if he could tell me what my current contract charges for actual calls. He got the details up on the computer. Mentioning to me as he did so, with great indifference, well he muttered it really: “I can change it to a no-limit calls contract, for the same cost… if you want me to?” “Great!” I said, showing my approval of his suggestion, as he went into Defcon-Two-Status. He did the job, and as he was computerisationing, I tried the phone, I wanted to ring Jane, but there were no numbers no the Contacts? They had not been transferred with the card. So, even after all the hassle, I could not ring her. His expert opinion when I mentioned this, of “Yer!” went unnoticed at the time, I was more worried about him falling to sleep! During the to-and-froing, I ask a whippersnapper assistant, is there any contracts that do not charge for the internet, that my mobile does not have? “Nae, it the thing nowadays, progress innit, ah fings are going!

I was not sorry at leaving the store and took a headache and modicum of frustration with me. By the time I reached the Jessop store, I’d received, well the phone had, eleven emails from EE. I’ll still not got around to reading them yet. I went into the department store, and was a little nervous, shoving the trolley-guide between all the expensive displays as I made my way to the lifts, and up to the third floor, to see if they had any of the old phones or cameras with ordinary batteries on sale.

No luck, but the gentleman assistant or manager was polite to me, explaining they are no longer made. But recommended I try the London Exchange Store in Hockley. I thanked him and departed back down and out into the central mall.

Next port of call was Thornton’s shop, in search of the chocolate wine bottles, to get one for HRH Sister Jane. But, they only had a few to choose from this year. I opted for a Chocolate two-seater sports car, thinking it might bring back memories of Pete’s TR7 he had. The girl wrote the names and Happy Birthday on it, in white icing. I also bought them a name tag, but I can’t for the life of me, remember why now? Paid the lady, and went back out onto Parliament Street.

WDPH01L1WD 60.25.0 I walked painfully now, to the bus stop for the West Bridgford 5 or 7 route. The number seven was due in two minutes; Good bit of luck here, I thought. The bus pulled up behind one at the station, the first one pulled off, and as a lady and I approached the doors of the 5 bus, the driver deliberately looked away, closed the doors and pulled off! I got so angry, and swore at the top of my voice as it drove off into the distance! A naughty ‘B’ word; and that is so out of character for me. No problem getting the next bus, but this did not go anywhere near HRH Jane’s road, and meant my poor old feet and knees would have a long trudge when I got off of the bus to reach it! Fuming I was! The crush on the 40 bus, and now this! Humph! Crabs and Grobblenerds!

The walk from Central Avenue, where I’d alighted from the bus, was taken nice and gently. Not that Arthur Itis or Foot-ache Francis appreciated it. Part-way there, and Saccades Sandra joined in the hassling. And, I was still peeved about the treatment from the buses, and EE shop. Tsk! Yet, the rain had stopped, and the wind died down a lot. By the time I arrived at the Mansion, I had lost my tempestuousness.

The HRH’s gave me a warm welcome. Which at the time, I ungraciously did not acknowledge, but I was by then in great pain with the knees and feet in particular. As I got the carrier out with their pressies in, I asked Pete not to allow me to go home without my carrier of food. Slight lack of confidence there!)

But they soon cheered me up. They had graciously put a rag over a wooden chair for me to sit on. But, with travelling back on two more buses to come yet, Arthur Itis and Haemorrhoid Harold would not appreciate me sitting down to stiffen up the knees, and compress Harold’s piles, then getting up again and going through the same on each bus!

4Thu11The Highnesses seemed happy enough to allow my standing up during the visit. Well, it saved any germs or dirt getting on the chair from my trousers!

They had just finished a gigantic jigsaw puzzle! A right whopper it was! I took this picture of it, but the camera battery died again.

Pete took the other photographs below, on his Galaxy mobile. I believe it is a Galaxy S10+Fold which has increased storage to 1TB. That operates as a normal smartphone until you open it, at which point it becomes a small tablet. A snip at £1514.50, they both have one. But, you can’t blame them, what with them having the lottery win, pools win, and being left a fortune by Pete’s unknown relative, they might as well live it up. No wonder Pete retired at 49. No jealousy from me, though. Oh, no! Hehe!

Jane gave me a pain killer. Pete’s Galaxy takes brilliant photos. Which he kindly sent to me through Email so I could use them. He said he’ll let me know the cost later.

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As you can see by the photos of the chocolate car, the lettering didn’t last long. Pete mentioned later, “Women Drivers, huh!” From the evidence and Petes email, I’ve analysed a few possible reasons for this:

  • Her or His Highness, couldn’t resist the vanilla flavoured writing?
  • Her or His Highness, were discussing money and one threw the car at the other?
  • Her or His Highness rubbed out the others name, as they were discussing Brexit, Fox hunting or Overseas Investment Opportunities?
  • Her or His Highness thought it was shaving foam?
  • Her or His Highness had lost a piece of the jigsaw?

Hehehehe! I’m losing it here!

I was soon offered a cup of tea, which I had to decline, (Which seemed to cheer them up?) with the wee-wee situation being as delicate as it is. Much chinwagging was enjoyed, and I got all excited, and contentment nearly came over me! Sadly, I had to leave earlier than I would have liked (Which also seemed to bring a smile to their faces?).

In all earnestness, I felt sad at having to go. They told me of the bus times and which one to catch to town and walked me to the door.

WD 60.25.0 I walked along the road, wobbling a bit with the trolley-walker now it was so much lighter now, crossed over the road and it dawned… I had left my bag of fooder behind after all! On my travel back to the palace, the mobile rang, it was Jane telling me I’d not taken the bag! Hehehe! They brought out the well-rooted-through carrier to me as I approached the main driveway. Smiling broadly, as I said; Pete, I’m sorry I bothered asking you to remind me about taking the bag. A laugh all round, and that parting giggling left me feeling in better spirits, even with the daunting task of using two buses was ahead of me. No wonder the walker-guide was lighter! Haha!

WDP 003hWD 60.25.0 As I was about twenty yards from getting to the bus stop, the number 5 shot by! Yet another bus-related faux pas! I still had to travel on two more yet! My EQ warned me it was not over, however. Accepting the validity of EQ’s, made me calmer in a way, for so it will, and I knew there was nothing I could to change things. So it was just a matter of acquiescently pressing on. A MAinline bus arrived, which I knew would get me Friar Lane, but would it be in time now I’d missed the number five bus, for me to catch the L9 in town? Whatever, I was in a decent mood, because there was nothing I could to change fate, and realised it.

The side-saddle seat on this bus, unfortunately, had as big-a-danger of my falling out of, as the 40 bus earlier did! By the time I’d battles gravity and the Stirling Moss driver to keep seated, Arthur Itis was really annoyed. Getting up and off the bus was a real agonising struggle, which annoyed the passengers waiting to get on. Oh, dearie me!

Then I had the task of getting to Queen Street in time, left me about eight minutes before the L9 was due to leave. Six months ago, this would have been, easy-peasy, but not today. Every step was hurtful, as I tried to get up enough speed to get there. Every uneven paving stone seemed to trap or tip the front wheel of the walker-guide. I was struggling for breath and in discomfort, as I limped up Queen Street as fast as I could to the bus stop at the top. It was three minutes past the hour as I drew level with the door of the bus, due out at five-past – and believe it or not, this driver closed the door and pulled away! I could have cried. There I was, breathing in gasps, feet hurting, Arthur Itis in top giving Inchcock pain-issuing form, yet with a twinge of contentment lingering within? I’m probably going bonkers here!

4Thu15Now, the 40 bus was 25 minutes to wait for. I hobbled down Queen Street to the slab square. I took a snap of the Council House, showing the clock above Little John’s bell. Amazed that the battery let me make the picture, and it came out decent? I’m confused about this, I hope the camera is not going wrong.

I got back up and caught the 40 bus. These side-saddle seats had a bar to hang onto, and it was much needed and used too! Not too many people on the bus this time, and it was easier for me to cling to the seat, even with Nigel Mansell driving and heavy on the 4Thu16brakes. I got off on Winchester Street, a kind chap monitored me getting off, in case any help was needed.

4Thu17The walk up to the flats had never been more uncomfortable. Just the feet and Arthur Itis’s knees were bothering me but on a grand scale! Hehe! The mysteries of the camera! The dead battery, according to the message on the screen, it still let me take two more photographs on Chestnut Walk? The colouring was nothing like what it was to the naked eye, though.

I got in and walked through to the Woodthorpe Courts flats, and up to the apartment, without seeing a soul.

First thing, I got the camera on charging. Then back to the door to pick up the Anticoagulation, Haemostasis Deep-Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic’s INR and dosage letter. The INR level is nearly spot on this time, the dosages the same, two-every day, so that should easy to remember. My next blood-letting session will be on Tuesday 21st, giving me a week longer. I even felt the pain from the feet and knees when I was stood still reading the details. So, I took the medications next with an extra Codeine 30g. Then got the Truffle fries in the oven cooking.

I suddenly felt a little out of sync. The walking and getting battered about by bus passengers and let down by bus drivers I should think. But concentration was hard to come by.

I got the very-old camera out and fitted two new batteries. It took the shot of the meal when I’d got it done, but only after changing the batteries after each failed attempt, and there many of them. I got Change the batteries, or This card is incorrect’ messages each time I tried to use it, so gave up.

4Thu18The meal was enjoyable, despite my feeling so weary and confused. The ready-made BLT sarnies, some sliced tomato ones I made up, and the Truffle chips. A yoghourt for afters.

WD 60.25.0 I painfully rose and put the pots in the washing up bowl, and sat down in the recliner.

WD 60.25.0 Just as the doorbells chimed out. Another damned uncomfortable getting and trip to the door. It was the set of brown T-shirts being delivered. I dropped them as the chap handed them over to me. He picked them up, I thanked him, and then dropped the walking stick! Again, he rescued me. I proffered my thanks again, and off he went quickly. Haha!

I opened the pack and had a quick check of them. They seemed okay to me, and felt as warm if not thicker than the expensive one I bought that cost twice as much to buy!

I left them where they were on the airer, and got down in the recliner again, to help ease Arthur Itis and Footache Francis and get some rest.

4Thu19But wasn’t to be. The brain registered that if I do not get up again, and make notes now about what happened on my day out, I’ll never remember in the morning. So, wearily I got up and made some notes to use in doing this diary update. I even used red and black ink for each happening to mention.

Sleep? Not much chance of that I thought, as Dizzy Dennis came on.

So, I put the TV on, and that did the trick in no time! Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd November 2019: A confuzzling day. Bad Dizzy Dennis bout. Spirits low. Hey-Ho!

1 Nov 22

Or, should that be The House of Commons?

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Friday 22nd November 2019

Maori: Paraire 22nd Whiringa 2019

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WD 150.0.100 01:05hrs: As I stirred into a pretend life, the mind was starting to go off on one of its fear-storms; Luckily the need for a Porcelain Throne visit saved the day, and the brain was diverted to the urgent need of getting out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner! This morning, my freeing of the gargantuanly-flobby body and onto the feet, was probably on a par with sorting out Brexit! I’ll not go into the embarrassing reasons, but it took me the best part of half-an-hour to get to the wet room – by which time I was too late!

The session was messy, the wee-weeing took an age to stop, Little Ichies fungal lesion needed attention, and the sanitising and medicationalisationing afterwards, has never taken more time to get done! I managed, although my spirits were low now, with the discomfiture, self-consciousness and mortification of what had just happened! Guilt and shame were in there somewhere too! 

I took the medications, made a brew, and got on with updating the Thursday blog. At least the myasthenia gravis was a lot easier than yesterday, so even with so many photographs to sort and get in it, it took me far less time today. I seemed to resist my iracundulous thoughts and actions today, and this was a good thing. (I hope I’ve used the right word?)

5Fri01I went to make another brew and took three photos out of the new, mostly unwanted, unliked, thick-famed, light & View blocking kitchen window. I took each one in different settings: Night Landscape, Aperture Priority and Landscape.

I then got on with Pinterest posting, and on to TFZer Facebooking. After which, I went on the WordPress Reader section.

Ablution time, so off to the wet room – which was another bit of unexpected good-luck for me. Within seconds of stripping off, the Porcelain Throne needed attending! Talk about miraculous timing! This concerned me, with my plans to get out shopping in Arnold for some bread, milk and another thing on the list, which I can’t recall at the moment. I hope nothing untoward happens in the rear-end-exiting stakes while I’m out!

I made up and took five small bags to the waste chute, then returned to the flat, and went through the double-checking routines. Seeking substantiation, validation, verification and confirmation that I had not left something on or off, that shouldn’t be. Lights, taps (faucets), doors etc., and not entirely convinced that I had, (and in a dilemma, positivity and confidence never having been my forte for many years now) I garbed up warmly and departed. I met Malcolm on the way down.

WD 150.0.100 I visited Mary’s flat on the way, I’d not seen her for a while. Just to see if she’s alright. But she was not in, so she might well be at the bus stop?

Met the lady, whose name escapes me, I can never remember. Tsk! As I got out of the lift. A natter and the nibbles came out.

I called at the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s) holding and interrogation office, where I handed a worried-harrassed-looking stern-faced Catwalk Model and Scharfhureress Warden Julie and handed her a nibble. The EQ told me to get out of her way, (I’m no hero!) into the big Winwood Social Room.

WD 150.0.100 I sat in a high chair for a while, musing, stewing about life. Which did me no good at all, everything, (and a lot did fleet-through the mind), that went through the brain-box was of a negative nature I’m afraid. Perspicacious, logical, commonsensical, reasoned, coherent or even insightful ponderations, they were not.

5Fri02I pulled myself away from the gloomy thoughts and poddled out to the bus stop. Aha! There was Mary, with Penny, Dot and Malcolm. I joined with a “Good morning, each!”, and handed out the nibbles. I enjoyed listening to Malcolm’s entertaining well-presented story of his visit to a theme park with the Grandkids, and the general moaning, laughing and 5Fri003grumps. Hehehe! Penny looked twinkling eyed. Mary was in good form and well.

The L9 arrived for Bestwood, and by then Cindy, Chrissie, Welsh William, Dot, Bill (William on Sundays), and others had joined us. I got on and in the corner Side-saddle seat, and snuggled in the drop board – for I had recognised the driver, and anticipated my having a battle not to be dislodged from the saddle at every corner the bus took. And so it was to be. Hehe! I did try doing the crosswords, but it was too dangerous, with having to cling on the bus furniture and hold the trolley from rolling away, despite the brakes being applied.

WDPright03WD 150.0.100 I dropped off of the bus in Arnold Front Street and had one of the worst Dizzy Dennis attacks ever. I was genuinely concerned and leant against some pedestrian crossing railings for a while. Everything around me felt like a dream, and not connected with me? As people walked by me, they almost looked like ghosts! This amazingly didn’t last long, and within ten minutes or so, I felt confident enough, to gingerly venture over the crossing to the other side of the road, towards the Fulton Food store. By the time I reached the store, everything was back to reality, and no signs of the dizzies? I can’t deny being concerned so, that I thought for a moment “Hello, this is it!”, but not so.

I was soon in my element, shopping, and finding things that I did not need or want. Dropping items, not being able to reach some. And having to struggle to get the three-wheeler around the place. I ended up getting some bargains, though. Roast turkey slices for £1, Pork Farms Pork Pies, and Beef trimmings each at £1, and two bottles of Sterilised milk.

WDP11LWD 150.0.100 Paid the lady, and made my way to the High Road bus stop. The timing worked well, I had ten minutes before the bus was due and only had to walk up the Asda (Walmart) alleyway to the top to the bus shelter. As I was reaching the top near the car park, the L9 bus belted passed! It was five-minutes early! That’s if my charity-shop bought £2 wristwatch with its £10 replacement strap, was right of course! Grumph & Grobbleclogs! Grr!

WDP 08L025Fri004So, I went back down the alleyway and went into the Asda (Walmart) store. To have a meander around while waiting for the next bus, from Front Street, that will take me back to the Mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum, illusion, delusion, & hallucination!

5Fri005It was a struggle to get around with so many customers, it is a Friday, so I suppose I should have expected it. I ended up at the self-serve-tills with, beetroot, fresh vine tomatoes, Milk Roll loaf, Sliced Wholemeal cobs, Potato cakes, and some mini swiss rolls. I paid-up, bagged the goods, and out to the bus stop on Front Street.

Passing near where I had the Dizzy Dennis spell earlier, made the goose-bumps come up. But I didn’t have any more of them.

When the bus got to Sherwood, it picked up some of my Windwood Heights fellow-tenants. My being st in the side-saddle seat, I greeted each one as they got on the bus. One even acknowledged me. By the time I got off the bus, last as is usual, and assisted down to the pavement by a Winchesteronian waiting to get on (Thank you, Sir!), all the others from the bus had disappeared inside Winchester Court. (Gawd, they’re quick! Hehehe!) 

I went in and through the link passage to the big social room, and passed the Winwood Lobby, through the next link-passage into a cold, gloomy Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Up in the elevator and into the flat, no wee-wee or Porcelain Throne visits needed, now that is a rarity!

5Fri006I got the kettle on, then unloaded the Asda (Walmart) and Fulton Foods. Realising I had forgotten to get the toilet cistern cleaner blocks. Well, fancy that, me, forgetting something! Haha!

I decided , after considerable ponderisationing, on having frankfurters, gammon steaks, tomatoes, beetroot, apple and mini swiss rolls for my nosh.

WDPrightWD 150.0.100 But decided to get the handwashing done first. And worra mess I made doing it! During the rinsing-out stage, as I was emptying the bowl, the bloody Sensory nerves went on the blink, and I ended up dropping the bowl, with water over the sink and draining board, me and the floor! As luck would have it, I’d stripped off beforehand, ready to get the sleeping-gear on. So drying me was no problem at least. The floor was more of a struggle. No ululations, mind. I was almost pleased that my run of unnatural good luck had ended, and I was back in the real world.

I got the jammie-bottoms and the dressing gown that is too small for me, on. Finished the washing, freshening, wringing and hanging up to dry the shirt and socks.

5Fri007WDP11LThen got the meal served up, settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and began the unfortunately very unpleasant task of eating the plate of evening fodder. Although it did look good, a few ingredients let me down tastewise and by my bad cooking! The gammon steaks were not my cup of tea at all, far too sweet! The worst of my errors was cooking the potato cakes with the gammon, the sweet fat soaked into the cakes, and they were uneatably sweet, too! Eurgh! The tomatoes were so tasteless! The frank’s, apple, beetroot and mini rolls were all fine. I had a couple of the wholemeal cobs as well. Flavour-Rating: 3/10.

5Fri08I put another old DVD on to watch. Liam Neeson in ‘Taken’. I thought that a goodie-winning film might cheer me up a bit. I tried several times to take a picture of the box, but the nerve-ends were still playing up, and this was the best of the five efforts I tried, and not a good one. Huh!

I started to watch the film, drifted off to sleep, woke, rewound it and watched again… repeatedly! So I gave up after about an hour, and having only watched approximately ten-minutes worth of it! Ah, well!