Inchcock – Tue 26 Feb 19: A muddlesome day of mysteries. Misleading meanderings, machinations and masochistic, mind-bending and muttered merriments.


2019 Feb 24a

Tuesday 26th February 2019

German: Dienstag, 26. Februar 2019

00:10hrs. I woke from the night’s Colin Cramp affected kip, but felt so drained and tired still, I drifted back to sleep. A rarity that is.

01:45hrs. On this awakening, the need for a wee-wee forced me to detach my overly-stomached body from the £300 second-hand, ci 1968 recliner and make use of the Furesomide Inspired Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket. It was of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety.

I tried to work out why I felt so tired-out. Colin’s Cramps was as painful as its ever been last night, so that must be part of the reason? Why this should happen, I don’t know. The fingers warped and hurt, the ankle and toes as well? But no signs of any bother at the moment. The dodgy knee that let me down yesterday felt fine now? A confused old reprobate hobbled carefully to the kitchen to do his Health Checks.


2Tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.  Well, well, what a change this time!

WD 0.31.0 SYS well down, DIA well up, and the pulse belted up to 97! Bad enough, but the old Sony camera is now capturing things that were not there.

Note, the whatever it is to the right of the Start button? Beats me!

2Tue05I made a brew and had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another lightning quick Trotsky Terence affair.

I investigate the pins situation. Both the knee and wound thing were looking much better this morning.

The body looked peaky, sickly, drained, ghostly, anaemic; like death warmed up pale.

Medically, things ain’t too good at the moment. I bet the phone call last night that I missed was from the surgery, clinic, hospital or health centre. Humph!

On the way back to the kitchen, I felt movement from the right knee and was not liking this at all. A smidge of nervousness kicked in.

I took the medications with the mug of tea; it was well cold enough to be safe to take the tablets with. Washed the pots from last night. Had another utilisation of the Furesomide Inspired Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket, and made a start on this blog as far as to here.

Then finished off the Monday post.

0500hrs: Posted some pictures to the albums on Facebook.

Brekkers sorted out – Corn flakes.

Hello, that headache coming back again. Tsk! I took an extra codeine tablet with the early lunchtime medications. 

WD 0.31.0 Went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies. Cleaned and medicated the two lower regions in need. Had a shave, and got under the shower… Dam & Blast it! The two red lights came on again after a few seconds! I turned off the shower at the power. Gave it a minute or so and tried again. Put the power back on, turned on the shower… Same Again! Within a few seconds later, the lights came back on! I left it for a while and pottered about in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I tried again. Just the same! So, I had to have a stand-up wash, yet again, instead.  Humph!

WD 0.31.0 Then, after medicating Little Inchy and spraying on the Brute, I found I was not able to get the socks on! The legs had stiffened, and mainly the right one’s knee was too painful to pull up to get to the feet too high enough for me to get the hosiery on. This is not good! Fingers-crossed that things ease up for tomorrow morning. Just as well I get enough exercise just pushing my luck, in thinking things might improve!  

Moroseness-Mode-Engaged. However, a faint trace of yesterday’s absurdly over-optimistic moment of looking on the bright side through rose-tinted spectacles had lingered. And I was again determined not to get into a depressed, self-pitying, sorry-for-myself situation. The last thing I want is to become is an anhedonia sufferer (Lose my capacity to experience pleasure).

So, I forced myself to get the black bags sorted and off with them to the waste-chute. I noticed we had both lifts working this morning. Are things looking up? (Careful Inchcock, you’ll be believing in flying pink elephants, next. Hehe!)

Not really feeling up to going for a walk at the moment, so I decided to go outside and do a few photographicalistions of the Winwood complex.

I got appropriately dressed, well, all bar having no socks on. So I wore the new pair of slippers to keep my sockless tootsies warm.

WD 0.31.0 I got into the lift and went down to Jenny’s floor to drop off her pressie. But she was not available.

WD 0.31.0 So, when I got to the lift lobby on her level, I realised I had not taken the hearing aids down with me. So, back to the 12th-floor and picked them up. To the elevator and down to the ground floor.

WD 0.31.02Tue06 Where I embarrassingly became aware that I had also left behind the mobile phone. So, back up and collected it. Once again into the lift and down and outside.

As I left the lift, I spotted signs of the usual yearly year Ladybird invasion. I got the camera and took a shot of it. There were many more outside as well.

2019 Feb 26aAs I stuck the old camera lens through the fencing to take this picture, I had a terrible feeling that I might have left the SD card in the computer. But, all was well, it was in my Sony.

Even if I did get red-eye in the resulting picture. Tsk!

The sunshine shone, little wind and all in all a decent day out there.

I crossed over the road away from the complex and attempted a panasonic shot. No, that’s not right, is it? Panorama shot, that’s it!


Left to right, Woodthorpe Court, Winwood Extra-Care Court (As will be), Warden’s Holding Cells and Winchester Court.

*Below is the same picture after I’d worked on it in Coreldraw for a bit of fun. Hahaha!


When I arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, Oberschützeress Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk Model, Angela Gould, Obergruppenführeress Warden/International Gymnast Deana, and Obersturmbannführeress Warden/National Champion Breast-Swimmer Julie were in there with a few tenants.

2Tue09We had a little chinwag, and the Warden/Guards were kind enough to stop working for a moment, to pose for me to take their likeness. Good innit! I told Deana about the shower.

I said my farewells and off I went to take even more photographicalisations of the this peaceful, romantic, pleasurable hive-of-love known as Winwood Heights!

2Tue10I observed that Winchester Court had now had all the fallen-off letters on its nameplate on the end of the building replaced.

I began to form my ideas for the doctoring of the panoramic shot above.

I think I like the new Art Deco colouring of the apartments now.

2Tue10aMost apparent on the new Winwood Court and Wardens and facilities offices block, in between the old two blocks of flats.

I twisted my left ankle as I mounted the temporary footpath (Of sorts), against the forty-foot drop down to the allotments, via the moist soil, grass and trees. (Note that last week, I said it was a thirty-foot drop – but I’m feeling in a more dramatic mood today. Hehehe!)

2Tue11Across Chestnut Walk, I espied several busy workmen hard at it outside the Winwood Court, near to where the bus roundabout will be located. It could be of course, that they are digging for missing residents?

This made me think back to my working days. Which was not a good idea, not with my history of failures and having being made redundant three times!

2Tue11aWhen I got to the part of the fall-off on the verge, I took this photograph downwards. I had a plan on what to use it for later and to doctor it for a funny on CorelDraw.

But blown if I can remember now, what it was I’d formulated for the humorous graphic.

Sad, innit?

2Tue12aI ambled along and walked behind the flats.

WD 0.31.0 Where the mound one would have to walk over to get all the way behind, I found too challenging and painful to climb up.

WD 0.31.0 Another drifting off into deep thought. Mostly feeling a tad sad, at my bodies and minds catabolic decline. This pain in the heel, the knee giving way and my memory lapses are the most bothersome at the moment. Waiting for the kidney checks and the results of the swab test on the leg wound and examination, are equal second on the list. Haha! Mind you, by the time I get to go to have either looked at, they’ll have cleared up, or I will have croaked it. You’ve got to laugh! Well, I have to! I don’t want to obnubilate the situation.

I got in the flat, and Sister Jane rang. From the library where I think she said she and Pete were going for a talk on Suffragette history. She was concerned because I had not sent the usual email with the diary link. I checked on Google, and I had done. Pete might have missed it with me getting up so late (for me), and posting it off so much later than usual. She had to go when she knew I was still alive and kicking. But I managed a couple of minutes nattering, to annoy her. Haha! Pete found the Email. Nice of them to worry about me, really. Bless em!

I did the midday Health Checks.

*I got on with sorting the photographs I’d taken, ready to go on this diary. Then started to do the updating. (Spent hours on the computer)

Then, the door chime burst into life. It was Hauptsturmführeress Warden Deana, she left me a letter, did the alarm checks with control and had a look at and tried the shower for me. The red lights came on, and the shower stopped! We tried again, the same result. She called the maintenance and advised them for me. They are going to try and get someone out before 1800hrs to look at it if they can.

I did some more updating of this blog. I stayed awake much longer than usual, cause the maintenance electrician might possibly, perhaps, maybe, be calling sometime up to 18:00hrs, or not, whatever. Not easy for me to stay away so late. I’ve been up for about 16 hours now, and tiredness is dawning.

I’ve left the door unlocked in case I do not hear the chap… if he comes. I’ll get some sarnies done-up I think. I can watch a DVD with subtitles, then I will not need the headphones and should hear him… if he arrives.

2Tue24Did the Health Checks and medication taking, and got the bread in the oven, to make the nosh.

Part-baked baguettes, one large sourdough, two small white. Buttered and filled with sliced tomatoes. Two pieces of pathetically plastic tasting chicken breasts.

Taste ratings: Chicken 2/10, tomato baguettes 8.5/10.

The electrician didn’t make it. Quite understandable, taking into account the late in the day request. In a way, I hope the shower does not work in the morning, cause it may make me look a fool if it does when (if) the plumber arrives to look at it. Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit!

So, at 1810hrs, I got the headphones on and watched Heartbeat on the TV. Well, that’s not true. I started to watch Heartbeat, fell asleep within a couple of minutes, woke up to watch the start of Police Interceptors and nodded off again.

At least the cramps were far less severe.



Inchcock – Monday 4th February 2019: Fears, worries and a frantic-feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of thoughts arrived. Humph!


2019 Feb 04

Written in Support of the Sanity Seeking Subspecies Swarm Ltd, Nottingham

Monday 4th February 2019

Dutch: Maandag 4 Februari 2019

WD 0.0.255c 23:45hrs: I was not in good fettle physically when I woke this morning. Duodenal Donald and a new ailment (pains in the left side of the lower back of the chest), were all giving me grief. Maybe I had been laying in an awkward position? I remained motionless as I awaited the brain to join me in activating. The moment I moved to reposition myself to release some bodily-gas, Back-Pain-Brenda had a go at me too! This was peeving, considering how yesterday, I woke up almost ailment free of pains, Humph!

The maneuvring of my body with its substantial, onerous attached belly from the £300 1968 rickety recliner, was the complete opposite of yesterday, as well. My arising into a semi-perpendicular position can be best described as being done painfully and wearily.

Once up and moving, the right leg gave me some aches, more than pains, around the ankle, heel, and knee. I’ve noticed this in the past few days on and off.

Off to the kitchen to get the Health Checks and medication taking sorted.


1Mon01WD 0.0.255c The BP seemed a little high again, although it had been a lot higher at times last week. Every time I mention this to the doctor or nurse, she does a check, and it is always within an acceptable range when she does! Ah, well!

I got on the computer, using Excel, to update the graph above.

Off to the wet room to visit the Porcelain Throne. A not too messy, but prodigiously sanguinary affair, crimson red blood from the rear end, that shook and surprised me a bit. No signs of any EIBWBBBs Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, dead or alive. I had a little cogitabund with myself over this situation. Had I beaten them at last? Have they retreated? Do they hibernate? Whichever, I was pleased to see the back of them. Mind you, the tricky things have fooled me before by not appearing for days, then they come back again!

1Mon01aWD 0.0.255c Then I checked out the pins (legs). Now, it is the right leg that is fluid filled more than the left one, as was the situation yesterday morning?

Am I going mad? This surely can’t happen, can it? Have I got it wrong somewhere and misunderstood on Sunday’s checks?

A new scratch mark or long thin papsule above the left knee, was not there last time I looked? Confused is not a strong enough word to describe how I feel now. Hehehe!

I remembered I must get to the dentist today, to pay them the money I owe them, too.

Back on the computer, and updated the Sunday blog. Got it all done by 01:56hrs and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the WP Reader section. Then made a start on the Thought for Today, then tackled creating this post.

The wee-wees were often, but of such little content and painful, I considered if I should take a Furosemide or not, but decided against it, with me going out for a bit of a hobble to get some bread and pay the dentist.

I had to stop and trot (well, hobble) off to the Porcelain Throne again. The evacuation was a complete opposite to the earlier one. Phooey, messy, sticky and no blood this time at all? (Sorry about my choice of words, but they describe the difference so perfectly) Washed the dandies and onto the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

1Mon05aBack to the man room, and I nipped out onto the balcony to take a picture of Chestnut Walk below.

WD 0.0.255c As I opened the unwanted new window in the unsort-after new balcony (Keeping up 100% record of acquiring finger injury every time I used the metals spring clip) the rain caught me out as it showered over me, it was so fine, and with it being dark I did not see it from inside. Hehe! Fool! 

Had some cornflakes for brekkers.

WD 0.0.255c I went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies and had a shave. Then, I had the nous not to get lathered up (Like I did yesterday) before I tested the water was working on the shower. Turned on the power in the hallway, back in the wet room and pressed the button. Within a few seconds, the lights flashed indicating no water and a reset was needed! So, being an old timer who as a nipperoony was brought up with only a tin bath on the wall in the back yard, that hung on the brickwork of the railway supporting wall, no hot water in the house (but we did get electricity supplied later), I know about Stand-Up washes! Bit of an expert, actually. Hehe! 

1Mon06WD 0.0.255c After drying off, it became evident that I was going to suffer from the fluid-filled legs today. I had a tough time trying to get the socks on. Both pins had now filled to what must be near maximum. I had to use my free hand to help get each of the very-heavy legs up high enough so I could get the hosiery on the feet. After many tries, each one getting the sock a little further on plates, I completed the task, and was almost exhausted!

I departed, dropping two bags down the waste chute on the way out. I met Sturmscharführeress Warden Deans in the lobby and mentioned the shower water problem to her. I was not a popular lad with her. Well, it’s Monday; so she will be up to the neck in it I imagine! She asked when I wou1Mon07ld be back, and said she would have a look at it while I’m out. Bless her cotton socks!

Out into the drizzle, but it wasn’t cold with it at all.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and ventured up the gravel footpath to the wonderful in summer tree copse.

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1Mon11I turned back to take as hot of the Winwood Heights in all its glory. The grass outside the copse had turned to green again with the rain, I imagine.

I plodded on through the park to Mansfield Road, up the hill and down to the dentist. I apologised for not paying them on my last visit. I know I was not feeling too good that day, with Duodenal Donald if I recall correctly.

WD 0.0.255c As I sorted through the letters in my pocket to find the payment demand from the tooth-fairies, I came across the clinic letter. I did feel a fool; it’s for Wednesday not today. I nearly went as well. Tsk!

I had a meditative moment as I hobbled over the road and down to the Post Office Supermarket. I was not feeling in the best of spirits and feared that things were not going very well. There was a vacuousness, a kind of desertedness, barrenness like sensation that was bugging me, toying around in my mind. Why? I didn’t know. But it was exasperating, testing my sanity almost. My mind was the most uncomfortable, weary it has been for ages?

1Mon07dI bought a sliced loaf of Polish bread, paid for it and out onto Mansfield Road, where the rain was falling again. I opened the umbrella.

The scene with the rain, wet road and vehicle lights was almost beautiful. I walked down to the traffic lights and crossed over and up the Winchester Street hill.

WD 0.0.255c The perception, no, more than that; a real feeling of something about to take place that was going to present a downer or oppression of some sort lingered on, and it annoyed me not knowing anything for sure. I kept telling myself “Fret not, cause there is nowt you can do about it, youth!” But, as anyone who knows me will recognise: I am never happy being happy, cause I assuredly knowing, it ain’t gonna last! Ah, depression? Again, why?

1Mon08WD 0.0.255c As I sauntered up the Winchester hill, I observed as I approached the Muggers Delight Footpath entrance, that the Nottinghamian Street Art with the white shoes from Saturday, had been adorned with some roof slates, a rubber car part and an empty fag packet. The white shoes had been resited, and some woof-woof mess inside one of them had been added.


WD 0.0.255c A little further up the hill, and I noticed that the pavement had disintegrated near the wooden panelling, I could see through the gaps ten foot or more down into someone’s garden! The tarmac was cracking, too.

WD 0.0.255c Some Nottingham dog owner had failed to remove his or her canine’s dropping as well! Tsk!

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer. Hehehe! I shan’t be walking along this stretch again!

1Mon09aI got back to the complex and called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, but Deana was not in, so I poddled on along Chestnut Walk back to the flat to check-out the shower.

1Mon10The new Extra Care Block, to be named Winwood Court, was having some outside plastering done by the workmen.

We get enough misdelivered mail as it is, soon we will have another 44 flats, adding another block to confuse the mailman even more! Humph!

I got inside the apartment and checked out the shower, and it was working.

Got on with updating this morning’s miserable functions on this diary.

I was concerned about the ever-swelling pins and decided to take one Furosemide, hoping it would free-up the wee-wees and lessen the pain in the legs.

I opened a tin of BBQ baked beans, added the cooked mushrooms from the crock-pot, and got the oven warming up for the bacon later.

No more than ten minutes later; Boy, did the Furosemide take effect! The almost constant wee-wees were back to being of the LHBLWWs (Long Hosepipe-Blasting-like-Wee-wee) style. I got out the Emergency Grey Bucket, and it had a lot of use!

Got the bacon in the oven and checked if anything was on the goggle-box to watch, in between taking wee-wees, of course. Oy Vey! 

I nipped out to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ,  Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents shed. Lynne was in with some other ladies, and Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and Catwalk Model Deana came in. A busy gal, she was about to go and help out at another NCH complex.

WD 0.0.255c When she told me she found nothing wrong with my shower when investigated this morning, as I did earlier when I got home, she adopted her famous “What a Pillock look” with an added lip-twist that said “The fools going potty!” sipped into the momentarily  verbalisationless conversation, and threw them at me. Of course, she may well be right on both points. There is no doubt I need help of some sort. I asked her if she knew of any cheap ‘Phycromonologists’ I might use. The best part of the whole day that was, as she smiled in response to my silliness and use of the English language. Lovely to be able to bring a smile to anyone under pressure, uptight or worried. It gladdened my metal and plastic heart, it did! Lynne was in good form, eyes twinkling and we managed a little natter. My whole outlook improved.

1Mon16WD 0.0.255c Got back to the flat, and got the nosh served up. I even had to take three wee-wees while eating! Making sure I went and washed my hands, as the meal got colder and colder. Grr!

The blood test is due at 10:00hrs in the morning. I made a note and left it on the computer screen as a reminder for myself.

Put the things in the washing up bowl to soak, and took a normal and zoomed-in shot of the beautiful skyline. By the time I took the second shot, I had needed another LHBLWW.


WD 0.0.255c When I settle down on the rickety 1968 recliner, the minds machinations began manoeuvring around the various intrigues, ploys, stratagems and doojiggers that had suddenly decided to permeate into the grey-cells. The fears, worries and a frantic feast of fundamentally flummoxing clap-trap of cerebrations that had no relative value or interest to me? Most of the thoughts were again, repudious. Gawd knows how long they tormented me. Luckily, I had to remove my stomach bearing torso and double-their-weight fluid containing legs from the £300 second-hand recliner and make a dash for the Emergency Grey Bucket for an LHBLWW. This freed my head of the persistent ponderations. But started me musing over why the sole of the left foot is such agony to walk on, every time I have been sat down for more than a couple minutes, but the pain eases after a short while, then if I’m taking on a long hobble, it returns again.

If I don’t wake up (If I ever get to sleep that is of course) later, at least there will be a hope of some peace for my harrassed and partly uncontrollable cell-cells. Hehe!