Why Inchcock’s Confidence is at an all-time low. An Ode, laugh and a truth”

1Mon06

Thoughts that Inchcock considers as vital information to pass-on to the younger generation, in a bid to help them decide when to top themselves.

Knowing what is coming to them in old age.

Here starteth the THOUGHTS of WOE

My confidence is at an all-time low,
Things I need, disappear, memories don’t flow,
What’s right, wrong or real, where to go,
Sometimes frustrated, I’ve a wee-wee overflow,
I can’t play an instrument, trumpet or piano!

I fall asleep anytime, anywhere, stunts my workflow,
A bag-of-nerves, no confidence, I’m going loco,
Will I ever regain my sanity? I just don’t know,
Losing my mobility capabilities is a severe blow!

Just some of the programmes I miss watching, though,
Red Dwarf, The A-Team, Heartbeat, Boon & Columbo,
All on Freeview now, but I can’t watch them though,
I can’t stay awake long enough to watch a TV show!

I eat foods from Idaho, Sesotho, Mexico, Morocco,
Montenegro, and Puerto Rico, as my stomach, does grow!
I can’t see my feet when stood up, you know!
Lost Faith in Muslim, Christianity, Gnosticism & Shinto!
In Tellurians, politicians, banks, and Boll-Weevils, too!

Getting up in a morning is a pitiful, painful fiasco,
As are bending, stretching and lifting things is also,
But the mental side, the brain burst into a crescendo,
But no ideas, aims, plans, designs or manifesto,
Always, I use the feeble excuse, “I’ll get it done tomorrow!”

In depression, moroseness I will often wallow,
Meekly go along with others, revealing no bravado,
The only solution is a brain transplant to undergo,
Then I can take lessons, in Judo and Aikido,
Become a Champion, a success, make lots of dough!

Go on TV with Richard Attenborough,
Defeat my enemies, crush my foe!
Become admired, a local hero!
Get a job in Santa’s Grotto!
Or should I just get blotto?

Just a few of the daily ailments below that you can expect.

I didn’t put the Kidney stones, blood poisoning or Mental Decay on the list for fear of making it sound a tad too bleak for the ankle-snappers!

1Mon07

Evening Skies, from Inchcock’s Kitchen Window – Part of the The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe series

Evening Skies, from Inchcock’s Kitchen Window

2Tue26

Views that started Inchcock’s brain rambling off, thinking, pondering over and worrying about everything. Frustrated that he can do nothing about anything nor even comprehend, understand or communicate with his own mind!

2Tue07b

The sky tonight: It’s polymorphous really did impress me,

The dying sun, struggling through the darkness, expressly,

Should have inspired a song, probably from Elvis Presley,

Magnificence flowed, from apex to apogee,

The above line is wrong, I couldn’t find another word to rhyme, you see!

2Tue08a

Ah, the joys of living up high up in the clouds, primarily,

Where I can feel abandoned, sometimes get a bit dizzy,

Seek happiness… but that’s another story,

Viewing this landscape installs much inner psychoactivity,

I had to break off a while, I’d had too much curry,

So off to the Porcelain Throne in a hurry.

2Tue09

As to the reason for the natures ostentatiousness, I’m not privy,

Why mankind’s existence? Finding out is no tantivy,

No point in searching, so close to my logging out of life’s activity,

I blame my failure, on my brains under-activity,

Also on my abundant  impecunity,

My lack of faith and the absence of any divinity!

2Tue10

I’m aware my brain has an impaired cognitivity,

My physical condition deteriorated, no longer of its high-quality,

Ailments abound, and the midriff is a superabundant mass, too much quantity,

My life’s actions have had little bioactivity on others, that’s a sad pity,

Relationship-wise, there’s been a paucity!

2Tue10a

Fellow workers seemed to be more successful, with greater superiority,

They had confidence; that bosses mistook for ability!

Too late for me now, as I approach my senility,

Now I’m classed as having a disability,

I mean apart from my natural stupidity!

2Tue11

Porcelain Throne evacuations, now show great fluidity,

This occurs now with a pungent consistency,

The monthly medications increasing, remind one of mortality,

The brain wakes in the morning with even more veracity,

Often with thoughts lacking in reality,

But I do my best to keep my humour and morality!

2Tue12

I try to keep my medical appointments with accuracy,

I do my bestest, to avoid any turpitude and degeneracy,

Keeping my perambulations regular and ambling, not sprightly,

Sometimes I forget to take my medicines nightly,

When I do miss them, I accept the pains, quite quietly,

For it was me who caused them by acting deficiently!

2Tue12a

I wrote these words in a mood, benignantly,

I dream of helping others to have a laugh, but not confidently,

For I fear that humour’s now being received with severity,

Not with a smile, merriment, or joviality,

Still, the photographicalisations came out chromolithographic.

 

I blame folks worrying, over the UK’s Brexitaliticalisationing!

Inchcock Today – Fri Aug 24th Aug 2018: Smug Mode Adopted, Fire Alarm, Ironclad black biting beetles attack persists. Harold’s Haemorrhoid hassle continues, Tsk!

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Friday 24th August 2018

Africaans: Vrydag 24 Augustus 2018

5Fri005a0350hrs: Woke feeling confused and positively cold this Friday morning.

With rare nowadays, indications of movements having taken place, from the lower limited-use area. Which of course had started the Fungal Lesion bleeding. This was accompanied by some pretty nasty stinging aggravations from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

As I lay there waiting for the grey-cells to activate sufficiently enough for the bodily movements to be enabled. The need for the use of the Porcelain Throne forced me to struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and thanks to piles, make a painful visit to the wet room. In a rush, I did not take the camera with me as I usually would have to record the damned Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils. But there were only around five of the little buggers to be seen while I carried out my evacuation. Again, a swift, soft affair. Which meant, no time for the reading of the book this merry morning on the throne.

Daktacort2Had a cleanup and a medicationalistical ointmenting session with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion (Pain-Level 8.5/10, nasty!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Pain-Level 3/10), and got the ensanguined areas treated with the Daktacort Miconazole cream. Anusoling the pesky and irritated at the moment, haemorrhoids.

I limped into the kitchen, with the aim of giving the brain time to come together, by making a mug of lovely strong tea.

WDPBL02a I had the door open, but no hearing aids in yet of course – but still I heard the Fire-Alarm kick-off. I poddled to the door and had a peek through the spy hole, no signs of any smoke out there. Even during this slightly alarming period (Alarming? Did you like that? Hehe!), I wondered how the heck I heard the alarm with no aids in my tab-holes?

5Fri001bWhat I would have done in the past, was go to the kitchen window and take a picture of the fire brigade arriving. But of course, now with the new windows and the sticking out ledge, it is impossible to do this. So I went into the front room and took a photo through the locked balcony door glass. Luckily the outer pod was in the process of being erected and had holes and gaps in it; so I could take a lousy photograph with the engines etc. seen through an opening that will soon be filled in, blocking out view and light altogether of any sight of the ground below for the time being. Until I am able to use the multi-windows that will need cleaning covered balcony when it is completed, by unlocking sliding the door back, opening one of the windows, and leaning out to take a picture – of course by the time I get all that done, the fire brigade will have left. Unless it was an actual fire, of course. I tangled that wording up a bit, didn’t I? Haha!

5Fri001WDPBL02a I continued on my mission to get a mug of tea. Finding in the kitchen, a few Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils.

See the Ironclad in the old washing-up bowl in the photo? Near to it was something that looked like a bit of brown/orange fluff. When I went to remove whatever it was, it sort of blew-up when I touched it and a thick liquid poured out?

Lie01a Of course, I planned to show the shadow of my hands holding the camera in it, to make it more interesting!

The brigade vehicles had gone, I then got on with doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.

5Fri003

By gum, the Sys, Dia, Pulse, and Temperature were all down. I would have expected the little bit of excitement with the fire alarm would have sent them the other way, up? Just goes to show you what I actually don’t know, doesn’t it? These results leave me all ferblunjit. Hahaha!

I made a start on this post, before finishing yesterday’s off. So much seemed to have happened in a short time, I thought I might forget something to record.

5Fri002Selecting the photographs from the camera card, I found this one. Another unintended mystery picture was taken! Klutz! Thanks to the ailment, Shaking Shaun.

But it fascinated me. Where, hoe when this morning could I have shot this view?

I deployed my Sherlock Homes investigative cap and spent ages trying to find out what I’d 5Fri006inadvertently snapped. Eventually, by using my superior investigative… no, I’ve used that word already, erm… er… inquisitorial qualities, in no time at all, (well, nearly an hour, Tsk!) I’d worked out what the photograph was of!

Extreme Smug Mode Adopted! Head sways, a superior twisted-lip smile appears on my mush!

5Fri009I recalled (eventually) as I went through what had happened earlier, putting down the camera when I was searching to the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils, on the draining board. I must have caught the shoot button as I did so.

The view is of underneath the row of plate supporters in the draining tray!

Could I use this mystery photo as a template for a Sci-Fi graphic in a Space Station? Haha!

5Fri006aWhile in the kitchen, I  got the potatoes in the crockpot on a low setting. Added some sea salt and malt vinegar to flavour them up.

Made a brew of English Breakfast tea in the small Denby China mug.

Realised I had not actually taken the medications earlier, so I did. Meshugener!

5Fri006bThe sunshine came out.

The kitchen window (right-hand side as you look at this photo), is developing very well into a work of art. Multi-coloured splashes and spillages of various whatever they are. Haha!

WDPBL02a There were many of the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils in the space between the cellophane covering and the glass in the 5Fri009awindows. Whether they were trying to get in or out, I don’t know.

Seeing these repellent beetles/weevils, reminded me to check the bait traps.

I went into the spare room and had a look on the window ledge sheet. There were a lot of caught Ironclads and dozens of little tiny, baby beetles I assumed, all over the painted wood.

5Fri010Off to monitor the wet room battlefield box.

Not so many in that one, but as I put the light on, dozens of the nuisances that were on the floor, scurried down the shower drain?

I felt a bit guilty about seeing the bodies.

Despite the sunshine, it still felt a bit nippy in the apartment. Brrr!

07:25hrs. Then, I started on finalising the Thursday post. Best laid plans, eh?

WDPBL02a Damned Global-Virgin Media internet went down once again!

Liberty Glob

Aug18N4Can’t turn it off, or I’ll lose everything I’ve done recently. Repeated signs were telling me that Saving Failed with WordPress. But it doesn’t bother me!

0755hrs: Back on again. Tried to get the Thursday diary finished.

Started on the templates.

1600hrs: Got hem finished. Phew!

5Fri011I put some extra sharp cheddar on top of the Cumberland Pie nosh. It turned out just grand.

Flavour Rating: 902/10.

The weather was okay, a bit of wind and rain occasionally.

I took some photographicalisation through the balcony windows at the front.

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I fell asleep and rewoke repeatedly to so many programmes tonight: Heartbeat, The Interceptors, then I gave up, turned off the TV. 

I lay planning on how to arrange Brexit, solve the immigration worries with a ‘Compassion injection’, invent a pair of spectacles with the inbuilt camera and hearing aids, and the obliteration of pavement cyclists with kindness. Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 31st July 31st 2018

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Tuesday 31st July 2018

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 31 Julie 2018

0330hrs: I woke with the brain rambling away with thoughts of whatever nature it seemed to want to ponder over. The only connection between the subjects that the grey-cells chose was my fretting and worrying about topics being so rampant. It was like listening to someone else’s thoughts at times.

I spent far too long in mental turmoil. Luckily, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived to distract me from the troubled thoughts and concerns.

So, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the wet room. The plates-of-meat alone of the ailments giving me any hassle. So this was good! This evacuation was more substantial.

Whoopsie2 But, I lost a lot of Crimson red blood via Harold’s Haemorrhoids. At least I hope it was from them. Cleaned up and made my way to the kitchen, where I carried out the Health Checks.

2Tue03

2Tue02abI was pleased to see that the weight had come down, even if it was by the pitifullest amount.

Then, made a potent brew of Assam tea. I’ve taken to this Assam tea in the mornings lately.

Took the medications, leaving out the Dia-Limit capsule today.

The mind seemed to have lost its awakening fixation over my anxieties. The computer on, and I started to create this post.

I had a perusal of the WordPress reader next.

2Tue04Then began to update the Monday diary. Got it done and posted off.

The rain is coming down now.

0430hrs: Had to press on with the page top graphic creations for the Inchcock Today drafts.

0815hrs: Finally got the graphics done. Now to make up the blueprints. I’ll make another mug of 2Tue05tea first.

The weather still a bit wet, but it is getting lighter now, and the skies are less dark and dank looking.

Oh, you can take it, that wee-wees will be painfully performed at regular, frequent visits for the rest of the day. Haha”

0829hrs: Started making the drafts up.

 Finished the mat 1005hrs.

Whoopsie2 Workmen or Herbert upstairs, clanging and tapping away throughout the drafting session, again. Makes it hard to concentrate.

But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off, thrown out of the flat or sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; “He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it.” I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

I’ll make another brew of tea, methinks.

The rain has stopped now, the sun’s trying to come out.

Whoopsie2 I think I might be having some furuncular ailments coming on. An odd itch at the top inside of the leg, and when I went to scratch it, it didn’t half hurt. A boil or carbuncle type pain methinks. Tsk!

1515hrs: I got the drafts updated and ready for use. A long slog this job was.

I went on to Facebook for a while.

Went on WordPress reader section.

Health Checks carried out, medications taken.

Getting tired mentally now. 

Then I had a look at the car-crash videos on YouTube.

2Tue26I had BBQ flavoured mackerel, Surimi sticks, chips, gherkins, peas and tomatoes tonight.

A decent flavoured effort, I gave it an 8.2/10 Taste-Rating. Hehe!

The fatigue overcame me.

I managed to get the washing up done, do the last checks and medication taking, and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner.

But again, sleep took its time in coming, despite my feeling drained. That dang brain was fretting away! Tsk!

Inchcock Today: Sunday 29th July 2018

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Sunday 29th July 2018

Amharic: እሑድ 29 ሐምሌ 2018

0522hrs: I sprung into life… well stirred a little, and was feeling a lot better in myself than yesterday. Although residue from Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun’s attacks yesterday lingered.

7Sun01The innards were rumbling. But no activity yet.

A morale-knocking view this morning.

It had been raining in the night. Not that there had sufficient quantity enough to clear any of the debris, bird-poo, and crap on the new balcony windows or the broken and cracked base, that is awaiting the balcony pod to be attached.

Plenty of wee-wees needed over the first hour.

I got the Health Checks tended to, and the medications were taken. I was pleased to see that I had not missed taking any tablets during my previous 12-hours of memory blanks.

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7Sun4The weight had gone up, not surprisingly, with my lack of physical activity.

The monitoring thingamabob showed that the Humidity had dropped a lot. I must look up what this means – I’ll do it now!

Ah, I’ve found out the machine is called a hygrometer. It informed me:

What Should My Relative Humidity Be?: Every homeowner should own a hygrometer that measures temperature and relative humidity (RH). The ideal relative humidity for health and comfort is about 40–50%. In the winter months, it may have to be lower than 40% RH 7Sun03to avoid condensation on the windows. Many readers also report high internal humidity levels following the installation of cavity wall insulation, which appears to trap moisture in the cavity – despite the fact that industry claims that this can’t happen.

Also, the temperature in the kitchen was at its lowest level for months now, at 79°f – 25°c.

7Sun02As I hobbled around making a mug of tasty-strong tea, the Dizzies eased off a lot. But the plates-of-meat, expressly the right foot, was giving me some gip.

The club toe looked to be a little less misshaped this morning, though.

Despite the innards rumbling, there were no signs of the Porcelain Throne being needed yet.

I decided I would have a walk up to the Aldi store later this morning and get some tomatoes, oven-bottom-muffins and spring water. If they have any in stock.

I got the Saturday post finished and posted off. Not that it was a very long one, the memory blanks made sure of that. Huh!

Then made a start on this one. Got some Incock Today page headers made up.

Ablutions tended to. Jolly-good shave and shower, teggies were done, then the medicationalisationings completed.

Made up three black bags for the rubbish chute. Got dressed and took the sacks out with me and dropped the black ones down the chute, and got in the lift with the recycling bag. Well, I say I got into the elevator, I did eventually.

WCplasterA The number one elevator was out of service. And it’s been 7Sun07working ever since it last broke down on Wednesday, too. Sarcasm Mode Adopted here, Hehe!

The other working lift was on floor 4 when I pressed the call button: It went up to the 14th floor, then down to the ground lobby. Then up to the 14th floor, then down to my 12th level at last!

7Sun07aOut through metal-maze to the caretaker’s door and left the recycling bag with the others there.

The wind had got up a lot, and the much-needed rain was a falling.

I got the brolly out of my bag ready for use.

I was glad there were none of the Willmott-Dixon or their subcontractors working today.

7Sun08For there was no space to get onto the footpath without the usual using the roadway. And that was covered in puddles of muddy rainwater from the trenches and holes the lads were in the middle of preparing for the water and power cables to go in to supply the new tenant’s flats in the Extra-Care-Block they were working on. Still, it creates a bit of interest.

I felt a bit sorry for the lads coming back on Monday to work in those trenches, many of them had already started to fill up with the 7Sun09rain.

I was feeling a lot better in myself now. Dizzy Dennis, Duodenal Donald, and Shaking Steven were all giving me a breather now, as I set off of the Hobble-up-the-Hill to Mapperley Tops and the Lidl Store.

The beautiful smell emanating from the petrichor that comes with the fresh rain falling 7Sun10on dry bark and grass is one of the best aroma’s I’ve ever had the pleasure to smell. Bootiful! Except, perhaps cheesy baked potatoes? Hehe!

I walked deliberately slower than I usually do until I got beyond the trees at the end of Chestnut Walk so that I could enjoy the weathers scent.

By the time I got started on the hill, I had begun limping even slower, as Anne Gyna began to give me grief. But this is only to be expected on the 8/1 steep top Mapperley Rise stretch, up to the Plains Road.

As soon as I got on the level bit of pavement, Anne Gyna eased off for me. So kind of her!

Now, I was in good form and got along to the store with much more speed and singing away to myself. The Young Ones, In thoughts of you and humming the Shadows Stars Fell on Stockton and Wonderful Land are some I recall warbling. Haha!

I even resisted the impatient and nasty Nottinghamian Sunday shoppers antics from getting to me. One bloke literally shoved me out of the way while I was looking at the tomatoes on offer. At the checkout, the bloke behind me in the queue, trod on my right foot, because I was too slow in getting the bags packed and out of his way. Mind you, he did mutter a “Sorry youth!” to me.

I came out £12.70 less well off and with, Smoked streaky bacon, Spring Water, orange juice, fresh pod peas, spreadable butter and some more Glowwhite ultra. To use n the laundry when washing the white towels. Two Fruit fools and a lemon yoghourt, muffins, tomatoes, apples and small potatoes.

7Sun12I was still in good spirits as I left the store.

WCplasterA Even when I was being greeted by some more torrential rain to walk home in, this didn’t destroy my improved state of mind, and I poddled along the top and right down onto Mapperley Rise.

The scene was sufficiently impressive for me to stop under some bushes and take this photo.

WCplasterA I’m glad I did now because the umbrella blew way as I was taking the picture. If I had been walking, it might have blown away in the strong winds and never be seen again. Hehehe! As it was, it hit the fence nearby and bounced back hitting me on the shoulder and made it easy for me to retrieve it.

7Sun13AS I turned down Chestnut Walk, I stopped again to take a photograph of all of the three blocks. But the trees hid the new build extra-care building in between the two taller Courts.

The walk back to Woodthorpe Court was relatively less risky today, with there being no building plant or lorries working today.

7Sun14I limped along with the feet, especially the trodden on the right one, hurting something horrible!

I walked by the Footpath Closed sign on the footpath and considered making another one, to add to it. Something like: “Please do not damage vehicles, tractors, escaping tenants in their cars or Willmott-Dixon lorries when then they knock you over while you are forced to walk in the roadway or fall down the open trenches. Haha!

Got in without seeing any residents or tenants whatsoever, just like when I left earlier.

7Sun15Straight for a wee-wee and did the Health Checks.

Then got the fodder purchased put away and started the meal preparation.

Got some bargains again today.

I got the belly pork slices and cut them into smaller pieces.

Then put some peri-peri BBQ sauce on them individually.

I had some Hickory Smoked Maple cooking sauce to use after. It takes ten-minutes it says for the sauce to cook. So, I’ll have to guess when the pork has ten-minute left to roast, and add it then.

I got on with updating this blog. Then went on TFZer Facebooking to add today’s piccies.

7Sun38Nosh prepared and served up – by gum it took me some time, sorting and cleaning up afterwards.

Apart from the much under-cooked beetroot, the rest of the meal was just so tasty! A Flavour Rating of 9.2/10 was given.

So, I can recommend using the Peri-peri BBQ and Hickory sauce together on belly pork done in the oven.

The usual fatigue and Sod-it Mode arrived.

To the accompaniment of Herbert John above’s clatter, tap banging, I had a wee-wee, got the pots washed and got the headphones on to start to watch some, what I thought would be interesting programmes on the telly. 

I watched two episodes of an Australian series called Bondi Beach Vet. I got all emotional.  13th December 2015: An eleven-month-old family puppy had been stabbed in his eyes by burglars. The unfortunate thing was not in a good state at all but remained calm and whimpering throughout the treatment.

Juice, an 11-month-old Staffordshire bull terrier, suffered awful injuries in the savage attack at a house in Bella Vista, Sydney, Australia. The vet discovered that the scum burglars who did this atrosity had pushed the screwdriver right through the eyeball of ‘Juice’. This friendly dog had to have his eyeball removed and eyelid stiched closed. Tears flowed (From me). His human family were obviously shattered.

After the operation which they filmed, they put Juice in a cage overnight. I didn’t think I could feel so much anger, pity and shame all at the same time.

They showed Juice in the morning being visited by his family, now they had to wait to find out if any brain damage had been caused by the B”*^$£*’s who did this, when they shoved the weapon in so hard, it went through into the animals brain outer casing.

The tears turned to ones of joy later, when they showed Juice playing with his owners’ at home, after recovering and getting back to his old self and coping so well, with his one eye. Soft bugger, me!

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Later they showed a three-month-old kitten coming into the surgery. The none-responsive little kitty had got herself entangled in a dining room chair for hours, damaging herself in a panic trying to free herself. The vet thought brain damage might have caused the little mite who failed to respond to anything. I had to turn to another channel.

I did pop back to the channel later though and found the kitten was back at home recovering, and the said beginning to act more like the mischievous pet she was before.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 28th July 2018: Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Missing Memory Periods. Oh, dearie me! Poor Old Thing

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Saturday 28th July 2018

Armenian: Շաբաթ 28 Հուլիս 2018 թ

0530hrs: What an expergefaction this morning! Confusing and it went on for ages:

  • I woke and lay there trying my best to recall the dreams I’d had. I think they involved my past employment, but nothing concrete remembered.
  • When I came to extract myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, the oh-so guilty signs of Nocturnal nibbling and drinking were evident.
  • The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived swiftly and what a mess that was! Gooey! Needed an awful lot of cleaning up and medicationalisationing after the evacuation.

6Sat05I washed and cleaned up and returned to the recliner room.

I took this photograph through the filthy unopenable bird-poo covered new window.

Looking down, it seemed we had had some rain last night, but not a lot.

The sky did look a tad threatening of more to come.

WDPBL02a: Flipping heck, had I been nocturnal nibbling and drinking or what! On the other chair was the tray from last nights meal, containing the empty plate and cutlery, and added after eating, a pork pie wrapper with half of it consumed, empty 6Sat06cheese curl wrappers, and get this, folks, no less than four empty spring water bottles and an orange juice can!

I cleared them all up, washed the things and got the recyclable can and bottles into a white bag.

It then dawned on me how cold it felt this Saturday morning.

6Sat03I looked at the monitoring thingamajig, and it indicated that the temperature was the same as yesterday morning. But blimey, it feels nippy!

I nipped for a wee-wee (For the sake of saving space, let’s assume that I did this every half hour or so, please), then took the medications, once again adding a Dia-Limit Capsule to the morning doses.

6Sat08I tried to take a shot of the rain now falling.

There was a strong wind out there blowing against the air-stifling, view-blocking, filthy plastic covers on the outside of the already dirty windows in the kitchen.

Then, I went into the balcony bird-poo covered window. To try and take a picture of the bottom field to show that the grass on it was already starting to go green again in spots. Nature really is marvellous!

I noticed when I put the picture on here that I had caught the reflection of my hairy legs and rotund torso in the photo. Hehehe! Good job I had just replaced my PP’s with clean ones. Haha! Almost ghostly do you think? If I’d tried to get this image, I wouldn’t have known where to start.

I updated the Friday diary and got it finished and sent off. Then I got the Health Checks done.

6Sat04

6Sat09The rain stopped.

On the bashed about balcony base, it had soon started to dry out.

I wondered how much the screws, bolts, and hinges left on the base might be worth. Hehe!

It was not feeling any warmer yet though, the wind kept falling and getting up again, the sun came out around 0845hrs. The distant clouds did look a bit grey.

6Sat10I made a large mug of tea using one Twinings best Strong Breakfast Tea bag, and an Asda (Walmart) weak flavoured cheapo one, with just a splash of milk. It tasted grand!

I got on the computer again to start this diary off.

I suppose I should nip to Sherwood this morning to get some of the liquid soap flakes I forgot to get yesterday.

Went on the WordPress Reader Section. Did some comment reading, well the one I received anyway.

Must get the ablutions and medicalisationing done now. Then get out to fetch the Liquid soap-flakes.

Back in a bit.

Health Checks were done.

6Sat11Got an early nosh prepared and eaten. I enjoyed this meal and gave it a Flavour Rating of 9.55/10, the highest for a long while.

I thought I’d go to the wet room to do the ablutions.

WDPBL02a I didn’t get as far as the wet room. En route, I was suddenly overcome with lethargy, lassitude, and languor. Not poorly as such.

Then Dizzy Dennie and Shaking Shaun started to kick-off, and that little combination did for any life in me, for the rest of the day. The blank-spots were more numerous that things I can remember from here on.

I think Sister Jane or someone rang.

I found in the morning that I had taken the last medications and done another Health Check – by seeing the scribbled updated Health Check Rota on the notepad and the Saturday pots of tablets were empty.

Not a very enjoyable or active rest of the day for the Nottingham Lad.

Again, no sleep came. I seemed to recover somewhat after midnight, but along with this, the grey-cells became overactive. Everything that came into line for consideration caused anxious, dithery, jittery, nervous and perturbed mind activities. Oddly enough, no wee-wee’s were taken. (Until after I’d got in a few hours kip and woke up!) Hehe!

This contradictory, unfathomable day, seemed to go like a week!

Inchcock Today – Friday 27th July 2018: Early morning Whoopsiedangleplops, decent day, then evening agony. Tsk!

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Friday 27th July 2018

Azerbaijani: Cümə 27 Iyul 2018

0430hrs: Woke up and waited for the brain to join my activated torso and limbs. It took a while longer to engage this morning, but some clarity showed its face when things gelled. Well, I say transparency, perhaps a more appertain phrase would have been an opaque translucency, which confused the grey cells at first.

I got up out of the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way for a wee-wee, which turned out to be almost a life-saver.

WH02: As I was getting to the wet room door, things started to evacuate of their own accord from the rear end – Again, how I got on the Porcelain Throne in time, I don’t know, but I managed it.

WH02: Unfortunately stubbing my toe and banging the left kneecap on the porcelain bowl in my panic, and then cut the back of the same knee on the sharp corner that the plastic corner-protector I’d knocked off on my hurridly getting myself down on the seat, had been located. Nebekh!

Cleaned up and went off to put a Dia-Limit capsule to take with the morning medications. Only two left now, I must get out and purchase some later on.

Got the Health Checks done.

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5Fri001All the reading had gone up a tad.

Perhaps the kerfuffle with the Porcelain Throne evacuation and knocks and bangs just encountered were the reasons for these increases. Possibly a good sign?

WH02: Oh, heck! I went to take the medications and discovered I had missed taking yesterdays morning doses. They were still in the Thursday section of the weekly dosage tray. Schlemiel! At least with offered up a possible reason for the (At the time, confusing) dizzies and shakes I suffered last night? Tsk!

5Fri002I’d let the tea get cold, so made another brew.

Then, I got the pod peas podded into the crock-pot basin, covered with water and added some demerara sugar to them.

Back for another wee-wee. (Beginning to wear at me all this urinalisationing you know. Haha!)

The forecast I looked up on the web, is for some thunder and lightning. Found this site giving advice on What to Expect, for the proletariat scum, shoplifters, muggers, druggies and the more senile, older ones of us.

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Well, such expert advice is much appreciated. Humph!

Better get with this blogging updating before the Virgin Internet goes down and the lights start flashing, like last time we had a storm here. (Long time ago now!)

Must get to the opticians with the frames, buy some liquid-soap flakes and Dia-limit capsules too. Before the storm forecasted starting time. I suppose living up here in the sky closer to the lightning might mean more chance of being hit, or should that be less?

Bet the lads won’t be up on the hoists working outside today. Well, it the storm is as bad as predicted, I hope they will not be working high-up.

WH02 0510hrs: Turned on the computer, to find that Liberty-Virgin internet was down again! Fancy That, what chance of it working when the storm arrives… come to think of it, if it is as bad as they think it will be, I’ll turn off and unplug everything methinks?

After the failed rigmarole, folderol and ado of getting the Virgin Internet service (Hahaha! ‘Service’ I said – Hehehe…) back on, I think it just returned of its own accord, I got on with updating this post.

Then to finish off the Thursday blog.

Made this TFZer graphic for the folks on site. Please let ’em like it!

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I can hear and see that the workers are out on their platforms. 

Getting late now, I’ll go and get the ablutions tended to, then go out to get… I’ve forgotten what I was going out for now… A good job I wrote it down earlier to look at, innit. Tsk! Liquid soap flakes and Dia-limit capsules. I’ll write that down on my notepad and put it in my pocket now, while I remember to.

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Back in a while.

WH02 Bertie, the Ironclad Mini-biting Beetle, kept me company while I did the ablutions, bless him. By Gawd, he’s quick!

Sorted and took the rubbish bags to the waste chute as I left for the bus down to Sherwood to get to the dentists and get Dia-Limit capsules, Spring Water and get the spectacles repaired.

No signs of any rain or storms as I got out of the lobby on to Chestnut Walk.

I espied the caretaker, leaning on a barrier. I bade him good morning (when will I learn not to bother). His being in his standard position on his mobile phone was the most likely 5Fri006breason I got no response.

The lads were making the best of the sunshine while imbibing their cans of extra-strong lager and roll-up cigarettes were there again on the bench. Jealous? Me? Well, maybe a little bit. Hehe!

5Fri007

I took a photograph of the upgrading work taking place on the new Extra-Care unit being built, to block out the view and light from the old flats either side of the new unit being erected.

Sunny and warm again, I made my way towards the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights,  Obersturmbannführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast, and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery get to be stolen from, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, hut.

I had a chinwag with some of my fellow and fellowess tenant while waiting for the bus. I enjoyed them.

5Fri008

On the ride down into Sherwood, we had a few laughs between us.

Still no signs of any coming thunderstorm yet.

I went to the Wilko store, where I forgot to get some liquid-soapflakes! Humph, Nebekh! But I did get the Dia-Limit capsules, extra strong Bacofoil, and some spring water. Paid the lady and departed £15 lighter.

I popped up the hill to the Opticians and asked the lady if I could leave my broken spectacles with her for repair. The gal said she would take a look at them straight away. Bless her cotton socks.

She returned ten minutes later, with the spectacles all mended and cleaned up again. She checked on the new glasses ordered and being waited for, telling me they should have been here by now, and she’ll check with them later. I thanked her.

I strolled further up the hill, and the moment I arrived near the bus stop, a number 40 pulled up. What good fortune. Now I don’t have to walk all the way back up the hill, and I got on to ride the few stops to the top of Winchester Street.

Caroline, the lady from the Private Care Home on Chestnut Walk, we got off at the same time. We had an amble up together chinwagging away merrily. Bade her farewell as she went to her own home, and made my way along to the flats. My having to use the road to hobble on, of course, the pavement was still blocked off.

5Fri009Got inside and to the lift.

The electronic sign on the wall was still not indicating any weather information.

When the lift arrived, and the doors opened, the squealing noises caught me out and made me jump a bit.

Got up to the flat and had a wee-wee, also took a Dia-Limit capsule.

5Fri011Put the bits away that I’d bought. Some bargains amongst that lot I thought.

And, as well as and besides, I got the glasses mended for free!

Did the Health Checks and a bottle of spring water from the fridge, to drink while on the computer updating this blog.

5Fri0191445hrs: Got the nosh prepared.

Part boiled the potato cubes, added some bacon bits and garlic, olive oil, rosemary and black pepper. Put some potato waffle letters in the tray with the potatoes, placing TFZ on top. Hehe! Added some Peri-Peri BBQ marinade sauce. And got it in the oven. The peas are simmering now.

Made a Morrison order for next Thursday.

Took a picture when I looked out at the weather, no sign of any storm or rain yet? I could not help but to go on CorelDraw and make a ghostly Dalek and added it.

Hahaha! Any suggested titles for it, please?

5Fri012

5Fri35Got the meal served up on the tin-plate. The TFZ in the potato letters might tickle the funny bone of members of the Troll Free Zone, I hope.

It took a lot of hassle to get this one done, and amazingly it came out alright.

A Flavour-Score of 9.55 was given it after I gobbled it all up. Must have been good, for this is the first meal I’ve fully eaten for about a week now. The Peri-Peri BBQ marinade was costly and only a small amount in the bottle, but I might try this again later if the ticker keeps going. Hehe!

6Sat02Put the used tray on the other armchair, and got up to do the pots, but I took a picture through the air blocking and view limiting bird-poo covered new unwanted balcony inner window.

Not that I don’t appreciate the cost, thought and work that is going into upgrading the flats and building the new extra-care block that removes the views and light from so many apartment windows.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

No storm or rain has arrived, perhaps it will come later in the night or morning.

WH02 The nerves and fretting started suddenly out of the blue, for no reason that I could see or find.

This meant sleep was out of the question, as the mind went off worrying and failing to create any of the wanted answers to so many of my problems, it even started Duodenal Donald off.

I had a few swigs of the weak ineffective and impotent antacid medicine. I need not have bothered. I took an extra painkiller. All, to no effect pain-wise.

WH02 As for the grey-cells, they were in turmoil. I have no idea what rubbish I had on the TV, but for some reason, I kept it on until well gone midnight. I kept fetching bottles of spring water and cans of pop from the fridge.

Not one of my best nights. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th July 2018: A good start for the day – horrible ending. Int, life confusing? Hehe!

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Thursday 26th July 2018

Basque: 2018 ko Uztailaren 26an, Osteguna

0430hrs: Stirred into semi-life, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease and got to the Throne, again just in time. I did see signs of the nocturnal nibbling as I got up, Tsk!

Took the medications and did the Health Checks.

4Thu001a

Started to finalise the Wednesday Diary and got it posted off.

4Thu02The intercom chirped into life, the Morrison delivery had arrived. The driver was Kevin again, pleasant chap.

I think I may have overdone the ordering again.

I’d ordered two different types of milk and three loaves of bread?

4Thu01

I managed to get the fridge and freezer cram-packed once more. Klutz!

I then made a brew and went on Facebooking for a while. A second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, dramatically suddenly! Not sure how I got there in time, well, I didn’t really. What a mess to sort out!

4Thu001I decided to do the ablutions after cleaning up, while I was in the wet room.

Noticed that the bruises were clearing up well on the left thigh, where I walked into the corner of an open cupboard on the ramshackle 1964 G-Plan cabinet.

Shaved, teeth cleaned, scrubbed-up and deodorised, I observed some of the mini-ironclad biting beetles were on the floor near to the back cabinet? They were far too quick for me to catch any.

3Wed30Went to the kitchen to make another mug of tea.

Some more of the tiny iron-clad beetles had occupied the window ledge. One of them apparently on guard duty on the top of the kitchen towel.

I went to pick up the kitchen roll he was on, he came straight at my finger, bit me; and shot off, not to be seen again! I wondered if this indicated a possible nest somewhere?

Forgot all about making a brew, and got the nibble-box filled, raffle prizes and put the Sourdough loaf I had over-ordered, to see if anyone would like it, into the bag.

WDPBL02a: Went on the WordPress Reader section. Virgin Internet went down again. I turned everything off and left it.

Soon time to get ready for the Social Hour meeting.

I took these photographs on my wander around the site and on the way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, for the Social Hour.

 

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See the X on one of the photos? They have now blocked off the footpath altogether. So, the only option is to use the road on Chestnut Walk. No pavement access left at all now. Dangerous or what? Tsuris, is undoubtedly imminent here? Tsk!

Many residents attended the meeting this morning. The usual girls were in fine singing form. I wanted to make a suggestion that they form a singing group. Raffle Prizes put on the tray. Saturday cakes were handed to Jenny. Raffle tickets bought and handed out. Sat with John, BJ, and Bill (Willaim on Sundays) and we had a good laugh and bash at doing the crosswords.

July 26 2018 - 01hTook the nibble box around and got some little chinwags in on the way.

I nipped out to take this photograph of Complex from near the bus stop.

The workers were like bees around a honey-pot.

As I returned to the shed and the social, I got the sensation that Little Inchies Lesion was now bleeding, I could feel it. So I bade my cheerios to all.

July 26 2018 - 01iStill found time to take this last shot, of the busy workers at the next gated compound along towards Woodthorpe Court.

Then I hot-footed it (Well, limped a bit faster) into the foyer and up to the apartment. Into the wet room.

WDPBL02a: Spent a long time sorting things out with the bleeding lesion.

Had a wee-wee and did the midday Health Checks and medication.

Then started to update this blog.

Then went on CorelDraw to try and get some more TFZer graphicalisationing done. Got two finished and posted to the TFZ site.

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A new invention? Hehe!

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Took me ages to get done, I hope they like it.

Got the nosh on, chips in the oven, spread the bread to have with the Pork Pie that Jenny so kindly gave me.

4Thu21Got the meal served up.

And, very tasty it was!

Apart from the tomatoes which brought down the flavour rating to 7.5/10, a lovely-jubbly nosh!

I didn’t manage to eat it all but did most of it.

Did the Health Checks and got the TV on. Accompanied by the odd bang, crunch, and tap-tapping from Herbert upstairs, I watched two episodes of Police programmes.

I fell asleep and was having a wonderfully satisfying and believable dream of my living in a large house with a pet dog and having such fun and fussing with him or her, Alsatian it was, reminded me of ‘Ross’, a dog I handled when I was in security work, but not  as big, and it wasn’t him. My old cat Cyril was playing with us. Why I can recall this detail is unknown to me. But I was having an absolutely grand time… then I woke up. Talk about feeling disappointed!

I did notice some empty cheesy curl packets on the Ottoman. (Guilt Mode Adopted!)

As I tried to get into the land of Nod, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun both had a go at me, a persistent one at that!

Hours of discomfort and concern followed. I’ve never had so much attacks for so long in one go before.

They must have eased off eventually, cause I did drop off.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th July 2018: Hospital Blood Test, and Two Visitors!

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Wednesday 25th July 2018

Belarusian: Серада 25 ліпеня 2018

0330hrs: I woke with a self-gallimatia filled brain, waffling, challenging, fearful of, confused, scared and apprehensive about everything that wandered within range of my paranoia. Ashamed at my own failings. Did I say that?

But, this did not last for long. As the grey-cells formed into an excuse for a semi-logicality-mode, I remembered (Well, I saw the sign I’d left to remind myself about it hanging over the TV screen) that I have to go to the City Hospital for by INR DVT Warfarin blood test today – as the doctors had again failed to make me an appointment with their Nurse. So I can expect another ‘telling-off’ for going to the hospital for the tests – Tsk!

I forced my body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner with a surprising amount of ease and minimal hassle from any of the ailments. The multiple bruises on the left leg made it a bit delicate and stiff, but as of now, this is the only trouble. Fantastic start to the day.

Got to the kitchen without any toe stubbing or knocking anything over. No Shaking Shaun or Dizzy Dennis hassle, aught, other than the bruises on the left thigh.

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The results were about the same as they have been for five checks on the trot now. Sys a smidge low, but nowt to fret over methinks.

3Wed03I took the morning medications.

The machine supplied by Nottingham City Homes that shows the humidity and temperature of the flat were showing perfect for the first one, and too hot for the heat. Nothing new there then. Hehe! No point in mentioning it again, all we get told is “It’s the same for everyone!”

I got on with updating the Tuesday Post.

I got sidetracked when I discovered I needed to suddenly and urgently use the Porcelain Throne. I needed all of my new found legerity to get to the wet room in time, and it was only just in time, that I got in position on the throne. Just avoiding another accifauxpa, by the narrowest of margins. Phew! Messy again, lots of cleaning up needed for the porcelain and me. Tsk!

Back to the computer and finalised and posted the Tuesday diary.

I got up to make a mug of tea, and the bruised areas on the left thigh were stinging. I considered whether I should go later and catch the bus to the hospital to avoid the pain of walking all that way. But I decided against it, hobbling there would let me get some exercise in and this should help to keep the weight from increasing any more, I thought.

Popped onto Facebook.

Ironclad biting beetles found in the kitchen and wet room!

3Wed04aI got the ablutions tended to, black bags, empty sauce bottle washed and recycling bag all collated.

Took the bags to the waste chute and got in the lift and down to the ground floor.

Took a snap of the electronic notice board, and went through the foyer outside.

3Wed05Left the recycling bag at the door and put the bottle in the green bin.

A lovely breeze was blowing, a warm, muggy type of one, but it helped all the same with the heat.

Carried on up the gravel footpath and into the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

3Wed06Spotted some Nottingham Street Artwork that had been created in and on the littler bin near the cut-through passage.

The whiff from it indicated the possibility of uneaten Indian take away, was to be found underneath the rest of the crap in the box.

For a moment the dogs and owners, most pedestrians, the cyclists and playing ankle-snappers, all seemed to disappear as 3Wed07I plodded on down to Mansfield Road.

I stopped under the clumb of trees I usually have a rest at and searched, camera in hand, looking for any birds or wildlife I might see, to take a photographicalisation.

But the branches were free of life, s far as I could tell.

3Wed08Then as I went to move on, I noticed the lady with her rescue greyhound, making her way towards me.

That was so kind of her. She allowed me to fuss the adorable dog for a bit, well, a lot. Hehe!

There is something about this animal that forces me to love the little thing. The woman even got him to pose for his photo.

3Wed09Bless both their cotton socks!

I was cheered further now, after that bit of fuss giving. I pressed on with a renewed vigour, despite the plates-of-meat stinging something awful. Down Magnus Road and as I passed near the traffic island, I noticed the Nottingham Prison towards the end of the road (White building).

3Wed10This brought thoughts of the murder and three stabbings in those walls last week.

Down Edwards Lane and left onto the ring-road.

The lawn tennis courts looked rather sad. (Later a chap told in the blood taking queue, that we are at risk of floods with the coming storms on Friday? Oh, dear, I must look this up 3Wed11when I get home.

I came across a lump of broken off tree-branch on the footpath.

It had a giant beetle on it that shone almost luminescently.

Another alien? Hehe!

3Wed11aWhoosie3W001a I got a hell of a shock as I started to move on after taking the photo I can tell you.

I almost jumped off the ground!

This Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by me at the fair rate of knots, and so close to hitting me!

Still, she probably didn’t even know she’d done 3Wed12it.

Whoosie3W001a I leant over the bridge above the rubbish filled, almost to the Nottingham Street Artist standard, river Leen.

As far as I could tell, there was nothing new in the water, no, there was a McDonald’s box that I had not noticed last week. But the display seemed to have been rearranged?

A few yards further on, there were several dead bumble-bees. Last week after seeing some of these unfortunate things dead on the street, I meant to check what time of year they die 3Wed12aoff; if indeed, they do. I’ll try to remember when I get home to check this time.

I found this later: Bumblebee nests grow throughout the season and produce new males and queens in autumn. Throughout the life of the nest, a large number of smaller worker bees help the nest to grow by collecting nectar and pollen – these are the bees that you see out and about in summer. These workers only live for a few weeks, and then sadly die. It’s therefore entirely reasonable to see a small number of dead bees in the garden. So long as you still see live bees in the area, then it’s unlikely to be something new that we should be worrying about.

3Wed12aaI got in the hospital and took a ticket and sat down, got the crossword book out and awaited my turn.

I was pleased to assist a chap who was struggling with the ticket machine.

I got one crossword finished with having to check on one answer. Then another without having to peep at all! Smug Mode adopted!

A long wait today, can’t be helped. When my number came on the board, I trotted into the room, gave the lady my paperwork, confirmed name and address, and she set about taking the blood.

Whoosie3W001a As she was doing this, the fire alarm activated. But the blood would not stop bleeding after the test was done! Various people came into the room to remonstrate about why we had left the building. Tsk! The nurse but on to big balls of cotton wool plaster to the arm and told me not to carry the bag with the right arm, and keep an eye on things, and ring three-nines if it starts bleeding and I can’t stop it. I gave her the bag of nibbles and departed.

3Wed12aaWhoosie3W001a Seconds after taking this picture as I left the building, the few people in view turned into a mob of dozens as they all started to flood back into the building.

I assumed the fire brigade had attended and given the all clear.

I had to stand to one side while the crowd of patients, porters and doctors returned inside.

3Wed12bEmpty outside now, apart from a security officer in the car park.

Cars were still driving in, as a fire tender arrived.

By the time I had moved out of the way onto the narrow footpath, two more fire-tenders and a ladder had arrived!

Fortunately, as soon as I arrived at the bus stop, a number 40 came, excellent timing.

3Wed14Only a short journey back to the flats.

When we arrived in Sherwood, everything seemed jammed up traffic wise.

Isn’t it annoying when this happens, and you don’t know why? Hehe!

It took us as long as it did to get there from the hospital, to move down the hill to the traffic lights.

3Wed15Walked up to the apartments from the bus stop, the feet now worse than ever, but I am not complaining at all; No dizzies, shakes, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald or Reflux Roger bother at all.

I think the workers were on their dinner break, for they were few and far between.

Just thinking how lucky I have been today. Now 3Wed16there’s something that doesn’t often happen!

I know, give it time. Haha!

It reminded one a little of a battlefield as I made my way along Chestnut Walk back to Woodthorpe Court, with ideas of making a brew.

I gave the caretaker a smile and hello. He was in his usual 3Wed17fashion leaning on something and using his mobile phone. Just as well I didn’t expect to get any reaction to my greetings, cause I didn’t get any.

Having successfully manoeuvered my way to the foyer and up the lift, without seeing a soul, I made the mug of tea and checked on the arm. Taking off the sticky-plaster and cotton wool balls, I found not a trace of any blood?

I stripped down to the Protection Pants.

Got the Health Checks done and medications taken.

Started on sorting today’s photographs taken and the updating of this post.

Whoosie3W001a The door chimes rang out, and Warden Deana walked in. I’m glad I didn’t strip down all the way now! Hehehe! She did laugh, bless her! Then did the alarm tests, the fire alarm in the flat and the wrist Health Alarm checks. Both Okay.

Back to updating this blog up to here. Then updated the TFZer page on Facebook.

On to the WordPress Reader section next.

Got the dinner prepped and did the last Health Checks.

3Wed29aGot the meal served up.

Hash Brown Fries, tomatoes, gherkins and the last of the Cumberland mini-sausages.

Settled to watch TV while eating it.

I fell asleep (Blissfull) with the headphones on. Woke up and went to the wet room.

Whoosie3W001a In walked Frank. With the headphones on, I had heard the door chimes. Hehe! So, a second person gets the shock of seeing me in just the PP’s. The chap had bought me some Pork Farm Pork Pies from Jenny. That was so kind of them. I thanked Frank, and he departed, perhaps a little shocked at seeing my stomach dominated mass with scarred dangly legs. Must have been a shock to the lad. Sorry, Frank. Hahaha!

I think the half-hour kip earlier must have been what stopped me getting to sleep again afterwards. Well gone midnight before I managed to get off into the land of Nod!

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 24th July 2018

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Tuesday 24th July 2018

Zulu: NgoLwesibili 24 Julayi 2018

0320hrs: Woke up in an abstracted, vague and troubled state. Which all changed within a minute or two. Logicality… no, that’s too strong a word. Semi-awareness dawned in the grey-cells; I remembered I have to fetch the Haemorrhoid Harold cream that was missing in yesterdays prescriptions from the so-called chemist. That the Iceland delivery is expected to arrive twixt 0800hrs > 1000hrs, and that Little Inchies Lesion was bleeding.

2Tue03As I was separating my body-bulk from the £300 second-hand recliner, I noticed the new bruises from where I walked into the open door of the 1964 G-plan cabinet yesterday had changed colour. All the blue-red colouring that was there before had now altered to a dark grey shade with green-brown highlights and black spots? Hehe! Come to think of it. I’ve not seen many of the Iron-Clad biting beetles recently, I wonder if they have laid the eggs under my skin? Hahaha!

Taking the few hobbling paces needed to get to the wet room, the need for the Porcelain Throne usage made itself known. Good timing! The evacuation was once again a messy semi-liquid affair. When the job was done, I cleaned things and myself up and medicated the lesion.

To the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks. Then I took a Dia-Limit capsule with the regular tablets.

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2Tue06I got on with finishing the Monday Diary. Eventually, I did so and posted it off.

Made a start on this blog page.

I made a good looking mug of tea, using a PG Assam and an Asda (Walmart) Breakfast tea bag.

2Tue05WDPBL02a: It was horrible tasting! Ah-well. But it looked good. Hehe!

Went on to doing the WordPress Reader perusalisationing.

I  decided to make another brew of tea, again, and get it right if possible this time. Hehe!

2Tue04I took this photographicalisation so you could view the stifling atmosphere I’m living in. The lack of air. The lack of light.

The lack of scenic views, and why life depicts such a depressing existence. Hehe!

Time to get the ablutions tended to.

Naturally, no showering, as it is still too early to make the noise of the equipment. Had a jolly decent stand-up wash and shave. And re-medicated those areas in need of the same. (Blush!)

The Willmott-Dixon subcontractors were busy outside, completing the rendering of the outside walls.

The Iceland delivery arrived. I got the thing stored away, but did not have room in the freezers for the raspberry ice-cream cones. This actually helped me in a way, because I collected the minted flavour ones, which I don’t like, and took them up to Jenny and Franks flat with the Ciabatta loaf I was treating them with, by way of thanking them for their help. Frank was in Jenny out at a meeting, but Frank took them. Bless them.

I made up a bag of recyclable waste, the last two mint cones, and set out with the camera in pocket, down to the caretaker’s door an deposited the bag next to it.

2Tue08Out into Chestnut Walk, where the sunshine was intense and hot. The sky beautiful, with some folks either coming back from or going on holiday I assumed, in the plane above. Not a hint of jealousy, of course. Haha!

I found the location rather busy, and I took some photographs of the mayhem. First, I started by snapping a shot of the front of Woodthorpe Court, and another one zoomed in on the small cradle where the lads were working on prepping the balcony supports for the fitting of the new unwanted, multi-windows to be cleaned, view and light-blocking new pod balconies to be put in.

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Then along Chestnut Walk to record the traffic v pedestrian chaos, on my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ. Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from. And, somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, shed, in the photographs.

 

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2Tue12Dropped off some cones, and made my way back to the flats.

Had a chat with Wardens Deana and Julie.

Ah, I nearly forgot! I am barred by the Nottingham City Homes Management, from mentioning anything taking place between Nottingham City Homes agents, representatives or employees and myself on this blog. So I’d better not. I don’t want to get myself thrown-out.

2Tue12aThe footpaths were blocked by parked cars, building plant cranes and holes dug in the ground ready for the pipework to be laid. The only option for we old nuisances was to dice with death in the traffic to get back home, fall down one of the trenches or kip-down in the bushes until the traffic cleared. Hehehe!

It looked like the rendering had been completed at the opposite end of where my flat 2Tue15is located. My not being a handyman or knowledgeable about anything that needs building, erecting, planning, water, electricity, putting together, mending, glueing or anything like that.

I may be wrong, of course. It has occasionally been known, well sometimes… er, often or regularly actually. Even more often than not! Okay then, most of the time! Sad innit?

2Tue14Frank came out of a lift as I was wondering why the temperature had disappeared from the electronic sign and asked me what I was doing. I told him taking photos of interest to my foreign TFZer and WordPress contacts.

Frank pointed out this sign on the right, as Jenny had played a big part in helping Willmott Dixon organise the event. So I did.

2Tue16Back in the flat, I pondered on what to have for my meal later. I decided on a meat pie, boiled small potatoes (In the crock-pot) with distilled vinegar and onion salt, freshly podded peas with demerara sugar and sea salt, and maybe tomatoes, pickled gherkins and a few of the mini-Cumberland sausages, maybe, perhaps, possibly.

Did the Health Checks and medications.

Then I went on CorelDraw to try and get some more TFZer graphics done.

Managed to do three, ran out of time.

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Sandie and her new car!

A July02

Massed gang of TFZers – What are they up to?

A July01Lizzi and Lillie at the Castle Market? Hehe!

I hope they like them.

Got the meal on, well pie in the oven and turned up the potatoes cause they won’t be ready in sync if not.

2Tue26The meal turned out 50/50 in the success stakes this time.

I made far too much again and ended up leaving about 50% of it. Although, I did enjoy that that I did eat.

The weariness and fatigue seem to be coming on earlier each day.

Health Checks done, last medications taken.

Settled to watch an old (1960) film on Talking TV channel 81 on Freeview. ‘Dentist in the chair’.  Bob Monkhouse, Kenneth Conner, Peggy Cummins and Ronnie Stevens. I remember watching this at the Grove Cinema many years ago and enjoying it. I’d forgotten how much drivel and over-acting was in it. It prompted my memory to go back to the old Meadows area of Nottingham, the gals, the people, the criminals and the mistakes I’ve made. The pointlessness of what I’d done in my life. I ended up making myself feel dispirited.

2020hrs: Herbert was clattering about again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises. As the Obergruppenfurheress Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making, and I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home.

Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

Pondered on what needed doing in the morning. Must get up in plenty of time to get the updating and posting of this blog done. Get the ablutions done early to enable my getting out on the hobble to the Nottingham City Hospital for the INR Warfarin DVT blood test done. The Doctors surgery failed to make me an appointment again – no wonder my feelings of being ignored are so rampant!) Hello, a touch of the old ‘Feeling sorry for missen’, crept in there, sorry.

For once, a rarity; I fell asleep watching the TV and stayed asleep! Yehaa!.