Tips & Advice – Part 5¾ – In Bad Ode

Related In Chronically Bad Ode

Today’s Tips & Advice topics for Whippersnappers are drawn from the long list of Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas suffered by Inchcock over the many depressing, failed years. In the hopes that the Whippersnappers will be better prepared for the coming of old age, senility, loneliness and thus: Thus at least giving them a chance to get things right. They can welcome death when it arrives and will make their passing a sweeter thing, as they gladly escape the moralless, debauched, cruel world. My pleasure!

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When I learned what Mother said when I was born,
To the midwife, was ‘I don’t want it, throw it in the Trent’!
I showed no bitterness, no scorn…
Although it was a bit of a rent…
I just carried on, not forlorn?
Although young, you must try to find out what she meant!

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The Mysterious Auntie Kerry

When a previously unheard off Auntie Kerry,
She was attentive, a massager and maternalistic,
Came to bath me, she smelt of sherry,
She spoke proper English, seemed aristocratic,
She was gentle with me, bar the occasional battery…
Bath time with her was a pleasure, never dramatic,
But this always left me contented and merry…
I think when she’d leave, I’d turned lovesick?
Aunt Kelly was touchy-touchy and charismatic,
I was heartbroken when she stopped coming, oh, very!

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Never approach a horse from behind,
When it’s wearing blinkers…
Cause you may well find…
You could get a kick in the knackers!

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Please wear a face mask still,
When out and about in buses and shops,
Help stop others from getting ill,
It would be appreciated if you will!

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Or not?

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For the sake of clarity, rhyming will be suspended for this, most important of Advice & Tips, on the aged and disabled old codgers dangers and problems with the Porcelain Throne activities; That the Whippersnappers may not yet be aware of, that are on their way.

Getting To The Throne On Time:

Important: Any early warning signs of evacuations being needed mustn’t be ignored. Never, and I mean Never, delay your journey to the toilet!
Fair enough, I do seem to get wildly varying modes of evacuations – rock-solid half-hour minimum ones and squirty, almost liquid efforts. Be prepared for either!
The days of “I’ll just finish this then get off to the bog” will end on your first Accifauxpas en route! Believe me, this will come!

Consistently distribute your walking sticks – I have one in the hallway near the flat door, the kitchen, front room, and main room. This will be priceless when needed – and they will be! I also have picker-uppers in the kitchen, main room and wet room.

Also, the availability of disinfectants is advised; I have Dettol and Zoflora Lemon in all three rooms, along with fresh air spray. Because you will never know when an escapage of blood, poo-poo or urine will occur. These events will cause self-embarrassment, frustration and cost you so much pain and time to clean up and medicate; each time, you will get little else done that day! So, another essentiality is a good supply of protection pants at all times.

Below is my current stock of PPs in the wet room. The Tena ones are a little bulky and are bound to show through the trousers when I go out without a long jumper on. Embarrassment Scale ‘A’.

However, I have found some PPs named Depend, bought them from Amazon. They are a lot cheaper than the Tena. At first, I was not impressed; they are less bulky, thinner than the expensive ones. I believed that they would not cope with a decent leakage. I thought that Blood from Little Inchies fungal lesion, a urine blast, or heaven forbid, a solid evacuation from the rear, would not be containable. Good news. Well, not that I had the urine and bleeding leak from Little Inchie in itself, but how well the Dependable pants coped with it all. I was well-pleased with ’em!

Just another warning about crap products in the Protection Pants department; Avoid Morrisons Comfort Pants at all costs! Firstly they are not comfortable in the slightest! And are not fit for purpose. I had a minor leakage of blood from the fungal lesion a month ago, when I was wearing a pair of these pants, ended up with blood on my legs and knees, and had to scrap the trousers!

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A Final Tip!

When in hospital after having a stroke (which the NHS assures us will happen to 3.3 out of every 5 people in the UK), and you get a leg ulcer to come up on your ankle – don’t fret!

Mine is already beginning to ease and after only three years.

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Part of the Inchcock Make ‘Em Laugh, – In Ode Series

Inchcock Today – Thursday 23rd January 2020: Idefiniteness, procrastination and capriciousness ruled!

2020 Jan 23

2020 ttJan 23

Thursday 23rd January 2020

Croatian: Četvrtak, 23. Siječnja 2020 Godine


00:00hrs: Not a good night. I may have been a little excited about getting out, and meeting all the residents in Sherwood, being insulted by Frank, nearly spoken to by Welsh William, told off by Jenny (but she does it so perfectly. Bless her!), and the bank visit farce. But getting and staying asleep, was again tricky. I spent the night waking every few minutes, at least it felt like that. I think I woke up more tired than I went to bed! When I say bed, I mean the chair. The £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. As he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. Hehe!

It soon came to mind, that I needed to get yesterdays diary updated and a lot of photographs to be sorted first. Then, the Porcelain Throne Alarm arrived from the innards. I got out of the recliner with relative ease, apart from Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra and Anne Gyna, all being calm for me.

WD 200.0.0AWD 200.0.0 3Wed15aOff to the wet room. A messy affair in the extreme, a struggle to get started, a lot of product, pain and some bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. But I’ve had worse, so coped well. The cleaning up afterwards was a bind, I caught my knee against the Sock-Glide, which I’d left in a different place yesterday, so serves me right! The legs were looking a tad odd, with the different sizes of them, and some red marks on the shins? No toe-stubbing though, and that’s a sort of victory for me. Hehehe!

WDP 1LcWD 200.0.0 Off to the kitchen to take the medications, and make a brew. Which had to be abandoned. For as I was about to add the milk, a surprisingly-urgent call for a wee-wee came out of nowhere, and I hastened back to the wet room to satisfy the need. Well, I think I was in there so long, my hair had started growing again! What an odd wee-wee session, even for me. The lasered bladder wanted and did its best to start things going, but it took ages. Then the accompanying pain was unpleasant as it eventually began, and throughout. At best, a trickle or dribble, not even a stream. And talk about spraying out all over the place! With such lack of power behind the movement, how it managed to spread the spindrift-like splashes over such a wide area, and myself, I can’t work out. More cleaning and disinfecting had to be done.

4Thu03 - CopyWD 200.0.0 Another mash of tea to replace the long-gone cold one. Took the medications, and had to get out the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket). After using it for another excruciating ELWPP (Extremely-Long-Weak-Powerless-Painful) wee-wee, I placed it near the computer area for quick access. No doubts about it, today was going to be painful, tiring one, of repeated marathon wee-weeing! Humph! I shan’t keep mentioning them, too tiresome for you, other than they were persistent and prolonged!

I got the computer going, it was already 02:00hrs, and I’ve a lot of computerisationing to do today. A day indoors again! I got this blog started, and had to make-up the graphics first, hence the long-slog, I must get some done in advance (Graphics). Ah, the blogger’s life, it ain’t easy, and even worse when the blogger is a senile, pain suffering, uneducated ailment-ridden, old dimwit!

Life can be adiaphorous, worrying, testing and pointless all at the same time. Still, I’ve got plenty of painkillers and Gleghettie tea bags in stock.

I began to update the Wednesday post. And it wasn’t finished until gone 08:00hrs. Honestly!

I put some photographs and made a mug of tea. Dizzy Dennis kicked of again.

It’s 10:30 hrs already! I did a template ready. Then went of the TFZer Facebook. Then onto the WordPress reader.

The accompaniment of the Drilling and knocking from the Fire-Sprinkler installations chappies kept me entertained. I had a look outside at the weather. Not good!


I made a start on this diary at long last. The attentions of Dizzy Dennis were not helping me to concentrate.

Around 13:00hrs, the wearies came on, but oddly the dizzies sort of took my mind off of feeling to worn-out. I got caught up to here around 13:50hrs and decided I just have to try at least, to get some graphics done. So, back on to CorelDrawing!

WD 200.0.0 I heard, what sounded like very close banging, and had to have a look. It was a bloke not using the either of the two bells I have, but banging on the door. As I opened it, I saw immediately that he was vexed at not getting an instant answer to his thumping of the door – this changed as soon as he saw me; “God, your looking ghost white, are you okay, Sir?” I was just starting to get a visit from Shaking Shaun, and Dizzy Dennis was still with me, so maybe I did look a bit poorly, but I wasn’t at all, just tired. He asked if I wanted him to call for an ambulance. Now I was concerned a tad! I replied that all was well, thanks. He put the box through the door, said, “You take care, old chap!” and off he went. I left the bix where it was, and went to have a look at my face, in the mirror. Hehe! Fair enough, it did look a bit unhealthily white. But I felt as I said, just suddenly so tired. Mmm?

4Thu01 - CopyI got back to the kitchen and checked the spuds and mushrooms, and put them on the keep warm setting.

Cleaned the glasses, and had another of the trickling super-elongated wee-wees.

Then to the computer, and the landline phone flashed. It was the Doctor’s surgery, to change the dosages again for the Warfarin. I thanked the lady for advising me and sat there looking at the computer, musing. ‘Well, I might be dead according to the delivery man… I can’t for the life of me remember how many Warfarins I took last night! Dizzy and Shaun were still playing with me. My fatigue was increasing. The drilling and banging was a comfort, though, I knew I was still alive every time they made me jump! I was not capable of doing the planned graphics, though. I turned off CorelDraw and got the oven on to bake the fish in.

Then felt all guilty for some reason, thinking at least I could do a couple of Thoughts or Detox Month ones. Then got CorelDraw back on. Being the hesitater, vacillator, waverer and great procrastinate I am, makes this understandable! I suppose?

I couldn’t concentrate though, gave up again.

4Thu18Got the nosh sorted. Another changed decision. I had the chicken thighs I’d nearly forgotten about. Not a bad meal, but I was too tired to appreciate it fully. Flavour-rating; 6/10.

WD 200.0.0 I turned on the TV and got a message that there was no digital input/signal found? Oh! So, I tried resetting the programs. It kept blanking out after finding a few channels? I tried again and chose West Midlands as the priority area, and a few channels were found, not all of them mind. Then hen I put the headphones on, a deafening crackling noise and pixelated pictures!

I had a checked on the internet and found this4Thu16. Well, no TV tonight then. I tried the radio channels, but they were cracking mumblings or broken singing/music. Ah-well!

I sat musing, which turned to worrying, then tried the TV again. Aha! The background noise had gone off, and eventually, the pixellating got far less.

I then wondered what I was doing anyway! I wasn’t going to be able to stay awake even if it all came good again. O chose a channel with sub-titles and fell asleep…

A dream, no, a nightmare storm ensued.

Inchcockski – Sunday 19th December: Busy, messy day, got some photos taken, Back-Pain-Brenda not happy at all!

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Sunday 19th December 2020

Latvian: Svētdiena, 2020 Gada 19 Decembris


WD 128.0.128 23:20hrs: I bestirred, to find an awful lot of signs of nocturnal-nibbling around me. Then until 00:30hrs, all is recorded in yesterdays diary.

00:30: I got on the computer to update the Saturday blog, which was a sad day, no chinwags or signs of any other tellurians. But then again, with the memory-loss, finishing off the post did not take as long as usual. I soon had it sorted and sent off. With only one wee-wee needed the whole time, mind you, it nearly filled the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

7Sun02WD 128.0.128 Then, I went to take the morning medications, and found I had not taken the evening ones! Tsk! The monitor supplied by Nottingham City was off the green on both sections. But being as I don’t know what humidity means, I didn’t worry.

WD 128.0.128 Made a brew, and when I went to press down the contents of the waste bin, I spotted part of the meal I thought I’d eaten last night!

I put some bits on Pinterest, then went on the WordPress Reader. Lots of good stuff on this morning. Then TFZer Facebooking.

StarbucksI got going on a funny ode that came to mind from nowhere. The incident dates back a few months. I was in town on South Parade, the rain took a nasty turn for the worse, and the heavens opened. I joined some others under the cover of the Starbucks coffee shop doorway. I was asked to move as my trolley was blocking peoples access, so, no problem, I hobbled away into the rain. I got the task done, with doing the graphics, it took me over three hours to get it something like right.

The Ode tells of what happened next. It is here: Whoopsiedangleploppery

Then it arrived, the belated call to the Porcelain Throne. A slow, uncomfortable evacuation, but not too painful this time. Minimal bleeding. And, not messy either. Quite copable with.

At last, time for a break and mug of tea. While the kettle was boiling, I opened the unwanted, unliked, impossible to get at to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-framed, window. The wind-letting-in new windows, with the sticking-out too far ledges that prevent me from viewing down onto Chestnut Walk to see if any emergency vehicles coming on-site, due to my not being able to hear the fire alarm.


I took one shot (left) in Aperture Priority status, the second in Night-Landscape mode

I did a Morrison order and told them of the short-dated mushrooms (one day) and damaged can of Daniels coke. I don’t know why I bothered.

WD 128.0.128 I had a jolly-decent ablutionalisationing session. The dropsies in total were, wait for this…it’s true; only four! The least ever since the stroke! Razor, carbolic soap, body spray and, unfortunately, the Sock-Glide, which ensured it hit the toes as it landed! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Yee-Ha! Oh, hardly any bleeding from Harold or Inchies fungal lesion, either!

No sooner had I left the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne summoning returned, back into the wet-room I poddled. But nothing happened! No movement at all, it didn’t feel blocked, no gurgling, no innards-pains, just not interested. The Smug-Mode was cancelled!


But, it gave me a chance to have decker at the pins (legs). Aha, a change in colour, and a new blemish! I’m so lucky to have this interesting ‘leg-status’ changes every day. Just think, there are people out there, with dull, staying-the-same pins. Missing all this excitement of searching and medicating the blood-papules, Clopidogrel lumps, deep vein arterial thrombosis, spider and varicose veins! The weal’s, scars, bumps, bulges, spots, bruises, welts, contusions, blemishes, and boils. And, even now still, getting amazed at the daily transformations. I am blessed. Hehehe!

I planned Josie’s meal-making. Got the haddock & cheese ball and smoked haddock fillet in the oven, peas in the pan, tomato ready in the slicer, the crispy onions warming, sliced the beetroots and got the gin & tonic and limoncello dessert on the tray. Looking good now.

7Sun04WD 128.0.128 WD 128.0.128aI started the Back-Pain-Brenda annoying task of emptying out the shelves under the sink, in readiness for tomorrows visit from the Nottingham City Homes plumber. But didn’t get very far, for two reasons, the agony from Brenda, and the clump on the chin I’d given myself bending down to get to the cleaning stuff! Hahaha, what a clot!

7Sun05Josie’s nosh was served up, and the dishes put in the sink to soak. Making the red Leicester cheesy-mashed-potatoes don’t-half make a mess of the mixing bowl, fork and spoon used! Onto the wheeled server, and out of the door, two paces and I was ringing her bells. (Hehehe!) We had a little natter, and she handed me a tray of leaf-salad, as a thank you.

I returned to the untidy, messy flat, and got the washing up done. It took some time and effort, as usual, to get the spoon, bowl and fork freed of food and cleaned.

I got the Nikon camera in the three-wheel-walker, donned my heavy coat, and off I went to take some rooftop photographs from Winwood Court.

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Despite the bright dazzling sunshine, it was bitter cold on the roof. I didn’t stay up there for too long, took a few photographicalisations and got back in sharpish! Down in lift and out through Windwood Courts entrance, to take some pictures as I hobbled down Chestnut Walk back to my beloved colder than Winwood,  but warmer than outside, Woodthorpe Court. I took a shot showing Winwood and Winchester Court, then Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts.


As I ambled limpingly along toward Woodthorpe, I had an aphoristic moment of meditational reflection. I would never have thought I’d end up like I have done. Alone amongst so many others, possibly many of them thinking the same.

7Sun17The plastic and metal new ticker fitted. Duodenal Donald. Cancer of the bladder and prostate. Reflux Roger. Kidney Kevin. Arthur Itis. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Saccades Sandra, then the stroke; Mind you, I was pretty surprised I was even here, considering the last few years problems.

There was no feeling sorry for myself or anything like that. Just a sort of ‘How the heck did this happen’ feeling. Hehehe!

As I hobbled by the Electric-Vehicle Recharging Points, I saw a funny in the situation. Why has no one come-up with electric 3-wheeler-trolley-guides? Then I realised, with my absentmindedness, abstraction, amnesia, falling-asleep at a whim, and memory-blanks; I’d only do the same thing as I used to do with the laundry washing, I’d forget all about it being on! Sad, I know, but laughable at the same time. Hahaha!

7Sun18As I got in the foyer, I spotted that someone had been ornamentalisationing! A bit of decoration for us! I made sure that I did not go near the edge of the ledge, cut of but not painted shelf and pottery. If I had a Shaking Shaun, Wobbly William, Dizzy Dennis, or right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance when close to them, they wouldn’t stand a chance of not being knocked 7Sun06over and broken! Tsk! Very pretty and easy on the eye, I thought.

I meandered up to the flat, in a sort of neutral frame of mind, more relaxed than of late.

A mega-wee-wee, wash, then I decided to get on with the handwashing. Heavy work this time, the thick jammie-bottoms, the thin (How as it lasted so long) dressing gown, a  pair of socks, and a long-sleeve t-shirt.

WD 128.0.128a Feeling unexplainably energetic, I had a go at sorting the cupboard under the sink again. But I pulled the back again, Back-Pain-Brenda kicked off, and I gave up once more. The energy drained away. Humph! 

7Sun19I took the medications, with an extra Codeine 30g, to counter Brenda’s bother. And reviewed the fodder situation. I was beginning to fade fast, and opted for a simple meal of rice and garden peas, with BBQ seasoning added. Which was not scintillating, but sufficient, considering the amount of food I’ve thrown away due to making the meals too large, was more than enough. Taste-rating; 7/10.

WD 128.0.128 At least the washing up was going to be easier this time…I thought! There may have only been a bowl and two spoons that needed doing, but I had not envisaged by knocking the hanging to dry dressing gown off of the bar it had hung on above the sink! What an absolute Schmendrick!


I made up this photo from memory, in the morning to go on here. Haha!

Down the wet coat came, landing on me, in the washing up bowl and getting water on the kitchen floor. I was scunnered!

Then, of course, had to sort things out. Dry my self off, then the floor and cabinets, change the washing up water and do the pots again.

And most aggravatingly, wash the dressing gown again! During all this bending, Back-Pain Brenda, got very nasty with me, de novo!

I was now flaked-out. I got in the £300 second-hand, c1968 sickeningly beige coloured, tatty recliner. There were three Ramsay kitchen thingies showing in succession that I planned to watch. Hahahahaha! No chance!

Inchcock Today – Sat 1 June 2019: An effutiation and Whoopsiedangleplop dominated day, today!

2019 1 June

2019 June 1

Saturday 1st June 2019

Swedish: Lördag 1 Juni 2019

Wd BLACK 04:40hrs. I woke after laying praying futilely for sleep for hours and hours. And an hour-and-a-half after eventually dropping off. Phwert!

Within seconds, I was in need of the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). Again, I was caught by surprise with how full it was. I must have been using it without realising a few times during my microscopical sleep?

Wd BLACK 6Sat07A most delusive sound rang out from somewhere. A kind of vague, wailing noise with coughing sounds in the background? This happened twice in the space of thirty seconds. It was rather loud. I heard it easily enough, without any hearing aids in? But couldn’t locate the source of the worrying noise. Tsk! The plumbing, perhaps?

I took the nearly full bucket to clean and be disinfected in the wet room. Job done, I ventured to try and find the source of this mystery lamentational noise. To the kitchen first. Nothing found. Got the step ladder, which is now needed since the installation of the new light & view-blocking. thick-framed new windows, to see below, outside. No untoward signs. Then I had a look and listened with the door held open. Nothing heard or seen. Another Mystery 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. Apparently, illusion, delusion, & hallucination ridden! Mmm!

The fingers started to at electrocuted again, when the tips touch anything. The updating of the Friday blog was a nightmare, well, daymare! It took me so long, I’d almost grown a head of hair by the time it was completed and posted off to WordPress.

I took the medications and did the health checks. Sia 166, Dia 85, Pulse 76 and the temperature at 35.6°c, then took some photographs with the new, freshly charged Canon camera.

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6Sat16Wd BLACK I managed to take another unknown mystery photograph I found later on the SD card?

Ah well, it’s in keeping with all the earlier cameras – or is it me? Haha!

Started this blog off. But it was still hard work!

Wee-wees seemed to be dying down, they were getting less frequent for sure?

 Time to get the ablutions done. And what an annoying session this was. The dang right-hand fingers were electrifying-dancing more than ever, just when I was shaving. Somehow or other, I managed without cutting myself.

Wd BLACK Per contra, 2019 May 23athe dancing-fingers kept on and continued to give me bother. I dropped the toothbrush (that was a good one, I still haven’t found where it went, and I had to use another one?). The eye-drop bottle was also dropped, well it shot out of my pestering fingers hand really, and via the sink, WC, wall, cabinet and the floor, rolled around the back of toilet into the hardest place there could be for me to retrieve it! The disposable razor shot out of my hand twice! The carbolic soap slipped and hit the wall on its way to plop into the toilet bowl!
Last but not least, of the Axonotmesis causing  Whoopsiedangleplops by any means… I dropped the bottle of Brute after-shave, and it landed on my corned toes with the elongated nails that are still awaiting being cut! Oh, the agony! I failed to appreciate the humorous side of things on this occasion.

In pain, weed-off and somewhat battered, I tackled the problem of getting dressed. A simple-enough operation for the majority of the population, but I am in with the 6% of older and frail folks who struggle, and boy did I have to moil all the way!

7Sun16Wd BLACK I banged my ankle when using the Sock-Glide. Hit my elbow on the edge of the door edge. Clouted the back of my head when getting the jumper on. A bit of a mystery even to me, how I managed to do this. Getting the Ankle-Support straps on, was one hell of a struggle, but I felt so proud of myself once it was fitted, I went into Smug-Mode!

The pins had lost a bit of fluid retention. The 6Sat18knees were not so gnarled either. But some new papsules in number were appearing again now. And one leg was a little larger than the other.

Wd BLACK I got the shoes on, but when I stood up, the feet were in just too much pain with the strapping wearing on the toes. Taking off the ankle-Support was not precisely pain-free, either. The short-lived Smug-Mode was cancelled! To be replaced with the Dismally, Depressed – Discouraged – Doleful – Depths-Mode was adopted! Damned close to feeling sorry for myself, now! That won’t do!

Then I got the hand washing done. Got one t-shirt not dried from yesterday on the airer. Then washed and started to dry a pair of socks, a thick jumper, and a woolly-bob-hat. I’m enjoying doing this each day, it keeps me active to a degree when I’m not feeling too bright.

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I was slightly cheered, when I remembered the Saturday morning out-of-date cheap food sale was on in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Emergency Toilet, 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. So, I took some chocolate nougat and a mandarin dessert for them in the trolley, and a recycling bag down with me on the way to the hut. I dropped the bag next to the caretaker’s door.

6Sat19 I limped along, with the pains and injuries from the ablution session still sore. Hehehe! Arrived at the shed, and turned to take this picture of Windwood Heights, without any lorries, vans or worked; it being a Saturday.

Also, the distinguished, well-mannered, residents folks of Winwood Heights, now have an accessible footpath to use, at least this weekend we have anyway.

Only five people in the cabin when I arrived. I had the shakes and a bit of a dizzy-spell as I went inside. I put this down as the reason for my purchasing some Egyptian broccoli that was all seeds, and the 3-day out-of-date rock hard pack of potato cakes. I gave someone the chocolates and mandarins. I seem to remember doing a lot of talking?

Wd BLACK No doubt, the dizzy and shakes combined, had put-me-off balance a smidge. Once outside and gently walking back to Woodthorpe Court along Chestnut Walk, I realised I had bought some broccoli and the hard potato cakes. But cannot recall doing so, although I remember seeing them on sale. Angela and Roy were walking in the opposite direction, I think I asked them if they wanted the food, but they wisely declined. Hehe!

6Sat18aI tried to get a decent shot of some magpies in the shrubbery as I walked along the rubbish-strewn footpath.

Wd BLACK This first shot made me suddenly aware that I had bought, or been sold, the Canon camera X40, that did not have a view-finder fitted. Bad that, with me missing the fact. I felt a right Charlie actually!

6Sat18bThen another bird came down to join its mate on the floor. I patiently waited so long to get a good picture.

Later, when I got the picture on the computer, this on the right is what I’d taken?

Either the magpies were like lightning, or I was not adequately recovered from the earlier funny turn properly? Haha!

6Sat21I just got the lens through the wire fencing to take this photo of the linking passageway between Woodthorpe Court and Winwood Courts. Not operational yet of course, but it looks good and airy, and will keep us old uns indoors in the rain?

I managed to get another photograph messed up as I was about to grab the three-wheeled-guide to carry on back to the flats6Sat19.

Sat beyond the trolley, was the most-appealing long-haired grey cat. Just sat apparently calmy looking at me. I’d have sworn blind I had taken a shot of the old grey cat in the picture, too!

I was feeling a smidge disorientated, I think. I got in the flat foyer and dropped the potato cakes and broccoli on the table for someone to try if they liked.

Back up to the flat. The wee-wees had changed to the SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-Wee-Wee style.

I got the lethal new kitchen windows open and tried out the zoom on the new view-finderless camera. I was pretty pleased with it. I’d have felt even better if I wasn’t feeling so rough at the moment. The Canon save images in IMG format, the Nikon as P, and the Lumix as DSGN. It all gets me confused even further than I am already!


Got the computer on, to the sounds of taps, knock and the odd bag from above. I heard them with the hearing-aids out.

Wd BLACK I’d got some really tiny new-potatoes in the slow-cooker earlier, about five hours ago, and they were still hard, so I turned the machine to a high setting. I think this crock-pot not cooking very fast is the reason I got the other new one, that fell to pieces the other day. I can’t win, can I? Huh!

I spent about three hours on this update. The jumping fingers stayed that way all the time, so progress was not good.

I went to put the oven for the sweet and sour ready-made wheel, wheel? I meant a meal. (I’m losing it now! Proof of my excellent phlyarologist capabilities, Haha!) And added some orange peppers, I’ll add the potatoes if ever they cook, later. The noise from above had stopped, then I heard a commotion that seemed to be coming from the door. Went to investigate, and found a letter had been posted.

6Sat24 It was from the NHS concerning Bowel Cancer Screening.

The screening kit is to arrive in two weeks. I think I’ve had them before.

Feeling very tired now. So I’ll get the nosh cooking I reckon.

Got the sweet & sour with extra sauce, and the potatoes added, in a tray in the oven. Set timer for 35 minutes, then I can add the sourdough baguettes to it, and they should both be ready at the same time. Fingers crossed.

Feeling a bit perkier now; no more dizzies or shakes for over an hour now. Things are looking up.

6Sat25I got the nosh prepared and served up.

Wd BLACK I shall not be trying this Sweet & Sour chicken ready-meal again. I added the mini-potatoes and baked (heated-up) a sourdough baguette to soak up the juices, which were fine. The pineapple pieces, which I am not supposed to eat, were rock-hard. So I avoided eating them after one bite, this was not a bad thing. There was no sour taste involved, it was all sweet! Flavour-rating 2.5/10. But the baguette was tasty!

But for anyone that likes dry, stringy chicken pieces and sickly sweet sauce, with granite-like pineapple pieces, these Sharwoods meals can be bought from Morrisons. They’ll be ideal for you.

Washed and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, and put the TV on. It took ages, but eventually I nodded-off – must have needed it, cause I slept straight through for five-hours.