Inchcock Today – Tuesday 27th March 2018

Tuesday 27th March 2018

România: Joi, 27 Martie 2018

0259hrs: I woke to remember a dream I think I was having at the time. I was on a bus, got up to get off, and started getting up again to get off… Every time I got to the door, I found a different driver sat there. Not the foggiest idea about anything else in the dream, just this never-ending until I woke up; getting up going to the door, seeing a different driver and I’d find myself back in the seat getting up again? I seemed to feel happy about this in the dream.

I lay for a long time, pondering, fretting, the mind in vacillation-mode. When I regained a degree of control over my thoughts and tempered them, I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner.

Crikey did I find a right mess on top of the Medication Ottoman or what?

It looked to me like I had painted the imitation leather lid with something sticky during the night. I remember putting some BBQ sauce on the meal and not having or using any of it. Perhaps when I put the tray down it slipped off, and the thin sauce ran over the edge… What am I waffling on about? I have no idea where the gunk came from.

I fetched a bowl of hot water and cloth, then proceeded to try and clean it off. Not with a great deal of success, either.

Then while on my knees unsuccessfully wiping up the mucus-like goo, I found two teaspoons on the floor between the Ottomans. A closer inspection revealed a pencil and nail-cutters, which I cut the back of my hand on when retrieving them. I spent a while attempting to get the lid looking presentable again. All of this pales into insignificance, compared to my laughable (Even to me!) farcical almost slapstick efforts to get myself back up off of my knees and onto my feet. The pain from Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna amalgamated to form a formidable fighting force with frustratingly fiendish plans formulated for me. Jointly they ensured I’ve had just about as much trauma as it is possible to, in just standing back upright again. And a visit from Dizzy Dennis rounded-off the activities.

Then, feeling rather pleased with myself, I returned the bowl of dirtied water and the spoons to the kitchen – that was when I trod on the nail-clippers!

Cleaned things up, and got on with the Health Checks.

I made a delightfully strong-flavoured mug of Olde English Breakfast Tea and imbibed the medications.

But, the tea had to wait, and an instant gurgling came from the innards. Thus, I made my way as quickly as could to the wet room, to utilise the Porcelain Throne.

The massive evacuation; that brought to mind the Graf Zeppelin dirigible came with just a few spots of blood. But the airship-like content was multi-coloured! Multiple shades of the usual colours, with streaks of white and red in it. Naturally, I shan’t show it here, but I took a photograph of it, to show the doctor on Wednesday. Shook me a bit seeing this.

Little Inchies lesion was in a right mess: I just cleansed it, I’ll do the medicating later when I do my ablutions. I had enough pains from other areas to cope with at the moment. (I’m repeating myself now. Tsk!

I washed up and changed the PPs and applied some Germoloid cream to the rear-end. I must get some more soon; the tube is getting low on content now. I took an extra pain-killer. Worra start t’ day!

I felt as if I’d been up for hours and hours, and so tired for some reason.

Got the computer on, and started to update yesterday’s diary. Got it done and posted off.

Then made a start on this one.

Made up this with some photographs from the balcony and spare room windows. When I opened the window in the old bedroom, now a junk room, the locking mechanism sprang off. So I could get out easier to take the one of the builder’s compound.

Scaffolding hides the Tree Copse

From the spare room

I checked the weather forecast on Google to see if it might be okay for me to get out and buy some more Germoloid cream without getting too wet. Precipitation: 59%, and rain forecasted for every day this week! Humph! I’ll stay in I think. I know I have to go out tomorrow for the blood test, so I’ll get wet going there, and might as well stay damp and carry on into town afterwards to get the Germoloid tube then?

I tried to get on the TFZer site to post some photographs. Slow but it’s letting me post some onto the albums. I even did a bit of posting and commenting on the TFZ site. Hurrah! But, it froze again later.

BBJ upstairs is banging about again!

Hamana-hamana-hamana! Drilling coming from upstairs and outside now! The builders I expect.

I actually got some TFZer Facebooking done before it started to jump and freeze. I think I managed to close or block Messenger as well, I hope I did, this computer does not like it, and often problems arise with using it, although I don’t since I stopped using it, of course.

Did the Health Checks and made a cuppa. Then got some bikkies and watch a YouTube documentary. For ages long.

When the workers had packed up, Big Bad John’s noises could be heard. I wonder if he is making a submarine, H-Bomb or metal Teddy Bear?

Got the TV paper and saw that the England v Italy match was on the TV. But I didn’t expect to stay awake long enough to see it all, I did the last Health Checks and got the ablutionisationalistical duties tended to. If this job is done now, so in the morning, I could get away without a shower and have a quick stand-up wash. I presumed, (rightly as it turned out for once) that I would not be getting up at my usual 0000hrs to 0300hrs if I am going to try and stay up to watch the match. I even thought I could watch the Scotland game which was on later on tonight.

I got the meal prepared and eaten earlier than usual.

I got the ready to cook potato slices and dropped some grated Leicester cheese on the tip of each one. Into the oven with them.

Sat in the £300 second-hand recliner while they cooked, and I fell asleep. Marvellous, the one time I want to stay awake, too!

Then, I woke up wondering where I was and what I was doing and saw the red light on the telephone flashing. Tsk! Some food delivery service again!

Settled again, just drifting off, and it rang again. Brother-in-law Pete. Coming with Jane to see me on Sunday now, not Friday.

I was in a sleepy, confused state, the above cannot be vouched for. Pete’s call might have on another day, like Monday. Oh dear!

Managed an hour or so of kip and woke in time for the match. How I stayed awake to watch this lamentable match, I don’t know.

I thought it was a terrible performance all round from England. But with it being a friendly and the new players in the team tempered my frustration. Perhaps if they will listen to my offer to become the England manager now? Things might have been better. To start with about nine of the players would not have been in the team. As someone commented wittily of the BBC site, ‘They should have gone to SpecSavers.

Horrible nights sleep, when I eventually got off, I slept for around seven hours. A record for me. So, at least I can thank Gareth Southgate, the VAR and Italy for being nearly as bad as England were on the night, for my marathon Kip!

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Monday 26th March 2018: Fresh Cream French Horns – Guilty!

Monday 26th March 2018

Latin: Martii Lunae 26 MMXVIII

(0057hrs) But updated to BST 0157hrs: Woke up coughing and sneezing, in a right state. Shaking and shivering for a few minutes. But as the brain engaged with the body thongs returned to normal and there were no signs of sniffles, coughs or sneezes? Had I dreamt this?

With surprising agility, I was out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into the wet room. Had a wee-wee. Inchies small lesion was tended to, cleaned up, and the PPs were changed. I changed the big clock on the fireplace. Then the one in the kitchen and the one near the computer.

Back to the kitchen, via the wet room for another wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done and medications were taken. Made up the listings for the Haematology Anticoagulation & Deep Vein Thrombosis unit.

Updated the Sunday post and got it posted off. A few comments read, appreciated and replied to. Then I went on to the Reader page.

The coughing and sneezing seem to be coming in short little bursts. After a minute or two, I seem to be back to normal, then sometime later, another round starts again? Very odd.

I put on a 1.5hr YouTube Chernoble documentary and watch it all the way through. Why? I’ve no idea.

Ablutions were tackled, medicationalisationing taking the most time. Thank heavens, for the efficient but expensive Germoloid Cream! Hehe!

I opened the window as far as I was permitted with the locks still being on, to take a photo of down below to my left. Had to get the camera-strap on the right wrist and thread both hands, one in each break, through the narrow gaps and stick my hands out as far as they would go, then look through the glass at the screen on the back of the Panasonic Lumix. I clouted the left wrist and the right knuckles threading the limbs back in between the plastic covered security-wires!

This served me right! My own silly fault. Especially after saying I would not take any more low photographs from the kitchen window again, because it is too complicated and risky to get out safely with the camera, and hitting my head twice yesterday morning, doing it then! I am a nincompoop!

And, also, as-well-as and besides; Can you see the dirty-great window shelves sticking out? The one on my windows is filthy with red dust, bird poo and large deep, dirt filled scratches on it already! But, the worst thing is it blocks the views. Very disappointing, another annoyance, aggravation, bedevilment, bug, vexation, exasperation, frustration, irritation and nuisance. Kindly implemented from the well-intentioned caring Nottingham City Homes and the well paid Willmott-Brown conglomerates, tour de force.

To irritate me more, there is knocking coming now from BBJ (Big Bad John) above. Frown!

I shouldn’t moan really at all. However, the niggles, appointment changes, workmen not arriving when they say they will, changes they make at short notice, the dirt and mess, the noise, the missed… Oh, sorry. I’m bleating, blathering and babbling on again!

Got dressed and made sure the black bags were sorted and placed near the door so I didn’t forget to take them to the chute with me on the way down when I went out.

All ready to go out, and a final double check on the taps, lights, computer, TV, windows, heaters, cooker and crock-pot to make sure I’d not left anything on. And off I went, dropped the bags down the chute, and into the lift. Stood there with my demented mind running off to its own thoughts, fears and frustrations.

It was a couple of minutes before I realised I’d not pressed the button for the ground floor. Tut-tut!

Out onto Chestnut Walk on my way to the OBergrippenfhureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shed; I stopped to take this picture of Woodthorpe Court.

I didn’t see any tenants all the way to the hut. This seemed almost strange to me. Plenty of workmen milling about, though.

Got inside the hut and offered a cheery Good Morning to the wardens in the little room. Only three tenants in there. Plenty more outside at the bus stop, smokers I assume.

I was a little worried about Welsh Bill, mind. He looked fine and chatted well. But there was not a single insult, put-down or sarcastic comment thrown in my direction from him. I hope he is alright.

Out to the bus stop, with now at least 24 residents in the queue. The young gal from the residential home at the end of Chestnut Walk was in the line, and she made her way to me for a gossip, bless her cotton socks. She has lost some weight, and that is not good. I handed her a Tunnock chocolate caramel bar to nibble later. The poor gal suffers from Anorexia Nervosa and is Autistic. Many others do not understand at all and tend to treat her as if she is backward. This is why I always try to talk to her, but more importantly, to listen to her.

As it happens, we were both going to Arnold. So we sat next to each other on the L9 bus. I listened to whatever she wanted to tell me, and with genuine interest too, that is essential I think. Learnt about her Mother and her problems and her Sister also. I tried to encourage her gently, to nibble more.

We offered each other our farewells as she got off a few stops before I did. I hobbled into the Asda (Walmart) store and began a major-food-buying mission. Haha! No rush, but I kept looking at the time though, so as not miss the L9 bus back home, at 1115hrs.

The feet were stinging after half-an-hour of selecting fodder, but I carried on all the same. Got to the checkout and joined the queue. I filled up one bag and had to use another.

When the young lady told me how much it was to pay, I realised I had gone over-the-top on spending today.

£30.07! Blimus!

I had to use my card to pay them with. What a Plonka!

I thanked the lady and made my way out of the shop.

Before I even go outside, I had to stop and put the bags down, for a breather.

So heavy were the things I’d bought

At least I’d packed the heavy stuff at the bottom of the bags, so nothing got crushed or broken.

I felt a touch of guiltiness at having purchased the Fresh Cream French Horns. (Amongst other items, Ahem!)

I struggled to get to the bus stop, due to the weight of my bags-full of not-needed foodstuffs. Tsk!

But, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me. Only Anne Gyna and the plates-of-meat were any real hassles. So, no complaints from me.

The automatic Asda petrol station that was over the road didn’t have a single customer all the ten minutes, or so, I waited for the arrival of the L9 bus. And, there was only one bloke apart from me, at the shelter?

The driveress of the bus was a friendly one. I gave the lady a nibble bar and said a few pleasant words to her when I got on.

I’d hoped that the girl from Residential Home might get on the bus en route, but she didn’t. Not many passengers were on the vehicle, but the driveress was chatting to some all the way back. With voices all going at the same time, I couldn’t hear what was being said nor join in the chinwagging. Shame.

No tenants got on in Sherwood either.

Back at the flats, and things got brighter, and the sky became a lovely shade of blue. So I took a couple of photos of my beloved if dirty, noisy and mayhem-ridden Woodthorpe flats.

Not many residents waiting for the bus either.

I think the workers were on there lunch-break because I could only see a few of them about.

I limped along to the apartments, having to stop a couple of times to put the bags down en route. A poor old thing, me. Hehehe!

In the lift foyer, and I spotted an addition to the sign about an upcoming meeting. So, we have a meeting about the new CCTV-System, the new Tannoy-System and the new Intercom-System! Jenny’s updating to guide us. More dust and mess on the way! Hey-Ho!

I’d love to go the meeting, but will I be able to hear anything being said, this time?

Up to the flat, and had a wee-wee, and got the Health Checks done. Sys back up high again?

I realised belatedly that I’d left the bags of shopping in the hall. So got them into the kitchen and somehow managed to get everything into the cupboards, fridge and freezer. I was a bit chuffed about this.

I checked the till receipt to make sure everything was there, and I had not been swindled.

Mind you, I needn’t have, not like when I go to Lidl, then it is advisable to check things.

Well, I’ll be a monkey’s Uncle: Had I bought a lot or what!

Total spend: £30.07. Huh!

I noticed I’d got the numbers wrong on the list above. Plainly, further reassurance of my lack of concentration?

Made a brew and started to update this blog, got up to here.

The noises from the workmen and BBJ were getting to me. Humph!

I decided to have sandwiches tonight for the meal. Porkpie and buttered Cob bread with tomatoes sounded appealing to me. I put some mushrooms to simmer in the saucepan with some light soy sauce seasoning and sugar in the water. Try saying that when you’ve had a few! Haha!

Did the last Health Checks, tool the medications, had a wee-wee and had a dizzy-spell while I was sat down. Cleare up quickly, though.

Went to get the nosh ready and served up.

Interesting new clanging noises from BBJ upstairs. You can’t beat variety. Haha!

This meal was followed with the digesting of the Fresh Cream French Horns. For once, I have to say I did not enjoy them much? But, I still gobbled them all up.

Went into the kitchen to wash the pots. The sky looked threatening, yet beautiful at the same time.

Had a bit of a dizzy while I was doing the pots. Tried to watch a DVD, and cannot recall much of what occurred after that.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 25th March 2018

Sunday 25th March 2018

Maori: Rātapu 25 o Maehe 2018

0150hrs: After several waking-up, passing wind and nodding off sessions, I managed to force my reluctant body-mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner. The brain joined us a short while later, and off to the Porcelain Throne.

Harold’s Haemorrhoids had bled only the tiniest bit. But, Little Inchies lesion had been flowing and congealing then flowing again repeatedly, judging by the mess in the PPs. A most problematic and embarrassing cleaning up session ensued. The Daktacort cream had done me no good last night, then. Washed up and to the kitchen.

Went to get the slippers on in the hallway, and blow-me-down, more gumph had been delivered.

A guide for residents. A letter with the leaflet from Luke Johnson, the Nottingham City Homes’ Dedicated Project Manager for the scheme. He will be working at Winchester and Woodthorpe for the duration of the scheme. (Although the ‘scheme’ has been pestering, annoying, ignoring, making residents poorly, deafening, dirtying the flats, making them so cold, installing heaters that cost twice as much to run as the old ones, cocking up medical appointments, leaving holes in walls and floors in single flats [Mine anyway], blowing our minds with masses of advice and details of the works progress and future activities. Held meetings where anyone with hearing aids find it impossible to hear over the multitude of voices. And, successfully making tenants into nervous wrecks; for months now.) Hehe!

More details about the additional safety works will follow.

At the bottom of the letter, it said: We also have information on our website. This site includes some short ‘myth-busting’ films about the sprinkler systems that we’ll be installing. I thought this is nice and thoughtful of them. Later, I looked at the page indicated. Which was http://www.nottinghamcityhomes.org.uk/fire-safety. But found no myth busting films on it. I searched the page for; sprinkler system and got No Results. I went back to Google and did a search on there, and found the site with the film on it at:

http://www.nottinghamcityhomes.org.uk/your-neighbourhood/around-your-home/safety/fire-safety-enhancement-works/

Interesting mini-films, mind.

Sprinkler Systems This site also informs us that: It will take two days to fit a sprinkler system in your flat, and your décor will not be damaged. I doubt that very much, judging from past work done of which my apartment still carries the scars!

Tannoys Make it possible for us or the Emergency Services to broadcast announcements, instructions or messages in communal areas. This, adds an additional level of security and safety.

Intercoms Are linked to front door access to provide a standard front door intercom, but they’re also connected to our control centre so that we can contact you in your home to let you know about disruption to services, lifts issues, or what to do in the event of an emergency. They will also be programmed for direct access to the repairs helpline and your local housing office. The system also allows us to contact you, by text message to your intercom, and to broadcast to you in emergencies or at times when services are being disrupted. We will need access to your home for around two hours to install your new intercom.

All slippered-up, I went to the kitchen. The Health Checks, sphygmomanometering, and medications were tended too.

I made a brew. The tummy started to swell and gurgle a bit.

The computer switched on, and I got on with completing the Friday post. It took a while.

Then I took a picture out of the new kitchen window of the scene below.

I shan’t be doing this very often in future, though. The main reasons being the bruised knuckle, the strained back and my head in hitting the handle on the window as got up on my already painful toes to reach forward to place the camera in the optimum position for the photograph to be taken.

I started this blog off.

The innards got worse, and I had to abandon the computer work and get to the Porcelain Throne with as much expedition as I could muster. It was close-call, but I got there just in time! A little ululation was released as the once again, Trotsky Terence affected evacuation progressed – slowly once the movement began, I might add. Cleaned up yet again, back to the computer. Leaving behind a strong stench that could strangle anyone who enters again in the next hour or two. Cor blimey!

Brother-in-law Pete sent me a photograph he’s taken in Nottingham City Slab Square the other night. Pete thought it was rather good.

I think it was brilliant!

He’s got the latest mobile G5 phone. He used that to take this picture.

Off I went to make another brew. As I left the room, I spotted yet another of the thousands of bits of concrete and plaster still awaiting clearing up on the floor. Bent down to gather it up, and boing! Hit the head in the same spot as I had earlier on the window handle, this time on the corner of the writing bureau. A nice little blue bruise coming up now. It may turn out to be a pretty pattern methinks. Haha!

Came across some photographs of the latest upgrade work now finished at Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem Inn. The oldest pub in England and still trading, too! Thought some of my Australian, American and Canadian TFZer friends might like to see them. Especially as I can’t do a lot on their Facebook page. But a bloke is coming to look at things on the computer for me sometime next week.

On to CorelDraw to do some page top graphics.

Big Bad John is banging about again.

Had a break to get the potatoes in the slow-cooker. A few seconds then ‘Bang!” (Not as loud as them from Big Bad Jonn earlier, but loud enough to hear it without the aids in the lug-holes). No idea why or what had happened, but I unplugged it straight away. Got the new spare crock-pot out of the Junk-Room, and washed it, then used that to do the potatoes. Tsk!

Made a brew of Assam tea and got back to doing the header graphics! I’ve only done the one in over two-hours. I got carried away with it, cause I thought it might be a decent one. Not so sure now I’ve finished it.

The head is still stinging a bit.

The next one I did, I don’t want to reveal the graphic until it is used, was a mock book cover entitled; “The thorniest, perplexing, unexcogitable, inexplicable, and dishonest lying nepotistic groups of esurient, ingordigious expense-fiddling, slime-balls in the UK”.

Got one more done. The potatoes were nearly ready in the crock-pot. Got the onions and beef in the oven after a while.

So I got the drafts done and saved.

BBJ (Big Bad John) upstairs is at it again, banging about. Tsk!

Going to get the nosh served up now. Back in a bit folks.

Frikadellens, potatoes, mushrooms and battered onion rings onto the plate with a lemon mouse.

Ate and enjoyed the nosh.

Got the washing-up done and settled to watch some ‘Goodnight Sweetheart’ DVD episodes. A two-part pleasure this was. The viewing was appreciated and having the headphones on, meant I could not hear BBJs (Big Bad John’s) noises for a while.

I watched through two episodes of the DVD before drifting off into the land of Nod.

Sprang awake an hour or so later, and had to tend to the fungal lesions bleeding. Washed, dried, Daktacort applied and changed PPs.

As I got back into the recliner, I scribbled on the notepad to remind me to change the clocks in the morning. Another hour lost. Hehe!

The phone light flashed as I lay there in blissful sleep, amazingly I heard the ringer. It was Brother-in-Law Pete. I was deeply confused and half-awake. I think we spoke a lot but can’t recall what I said. The whole thing was dreamlike.

Reckon they are calling to see the new windows and balcony, on Friday next possibly. I’ll check with them tomorrow to confirm it was not a dream.

Head down again, and off in seconds.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 24th March 2018: An Anodyne day of the Shpilkes!

Saturday 24th March 2018

Yiddish: שבת 24 מאַרץ 2018

0245hrs: Oh, dear. I’ll not mention the ailments giving me bother, it would take too long. Far easier to tell you which are not giving me discomfort. Hippy Hilda, Hernia Harry and Roger Reflux. Hehe!

No time to gather my thoughts this morning. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner with some difficulty, thanks to Arthur Itis, and off to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. The toe I stubbed twice last night was still painful. It looks like Trotsky Terence is making a comeback. Messy. But Harold’s Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all. Seems that the Germoloid cream is working. Mind you, as Corin pointed out, with the low INR reading, the bleeding should be less. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking, though. Washed up and changed the PPs.

Tended to the Health Checks and medicine and tablet taking.

The pulse seems to be dropping over the last few days. I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing?

Back to the wet room for a wee-wee. The lesion was bleeding again. Huh!

I returned to the kitchen and took the medications.

I had another brew to replace the one that went cold and looked out at the row of street lights depicting the location of Winchester Street hill.

The mind went off on its own course, feelings ranging from loneliness, jealousy, self-hating, fear for mankind’s future and surprise at my standing thinking like this?

Anne Gyna started to kick off. Another astonishment. This happening, while I was stood quietly with my little mug of tea in my hand looking out of the kitchen window, and in a relatively meditative, calm state of mind. Anne rarely if ever gives me any pain or hassle unless I am moving, walking (Especially uphill), bending, lifting or pushing something. When Duodenal Donald joined in, I was in trouble. So, off to the medical drawer and had another big swig of the medicine, an extra Codeine, Ramipril and an Omeprazole capsule. I don’t like having to take additional medications. But I was in real pain this time. Why this should suddenly happen, I don’t know. I felt right uncomfortable.

I went to get the mobile phone, I’d left it, as I often do, in the jacket pocket hanging up in the hall. A double-sided information leaflet from Nottingham City Homes and Willmott-Brown had been put through the door. (When I have no idea) The dreaded anticipation of the mess and hassle of the new Sprinkler system was mentioned. This is going to be another two-day job. With pre-visits to discuss areas needing to be cleared to enable the works to be carried out. Like with the heaters, windows and balcony work. These were enough to get me and many others all wound-up: with the changes made to appointments, days changes, late arrivals, the mess left behind. Having to rearrange medical appointments and people promising to come at a specific time, after I explained things to them and still being late! Which in turn has so far, made me late for the blood tests, dentist and the clinic. In fact, I missed an appointment at the GUM clinic at the City Hospital. Making me very unpopular within the NHS!

So now, I have the physical pains joined by anguish and dread for the upcoming mayhem. I do not intend to do any cleaning at all, now! Sod-it! It’s only going to get messed up again with the sprinkler, communications system and new alarm fitting. And the plastering of the holes in the windows and doors has to be done yet. More mayhem and hodgepodge to look forward to! If I’m still alive when this all gets done, then I’ve got to get new curtains, pay someone to fill in the holes left in the floor and wall when the heaters were installed too close that I could not open my drawers so had to be moved! And the panels cracked along the bottom of the walls will need replacing.

I’m shuddering at the thought of all the work and expense I’ll have when it is all eventually finished. And the chances are I’ll be a few years older by then. Hehe!

Another thing, why do they put metal screws into the white panelling without white plastic caps on them?

I wonder if I can buy some to click-on myself from somewhere?

Then, there are the new balconies to be fitted. I reckon these will mean my having at least eight more windows to clean every week.

I’m waffling and moaning again, aren’t I. Sorry. I blame Duodenal Donald and the mess I find all around me. The coping with it mission is impossible to deal with and as for the cleaning up after… Still, as Jenny said: Just turn-off and go with the flow! Jenny knows best!

Duodenal Donald was getting a bit more intense, worst he’s been for a long time. Tsk!
Ruined the day for me that has. Big Bad John will no doubt start his banging about shortly, as it is the weekend after all.

Got the computer on and began finalising yesterday’s post. I was doing well, and working between two sites, when the Internet went down, only for a short time, but enough for me to lose some graphics work I was making. Humph!

Eventually, I got the post finished. On to WordPress Reader, then comments. Made a start on this one.

Had a glass of milk, hoping it would appease Duodenal Donald, and tried to go on Facebook. It was okay for a few minutes. When I went to the TFZer site and slow, slower… Humph!

Ablutions carried out.

1000hrs: Dressed and I set off to call at the Social Shed on the way to catch at the first bus up to Mapperley.

Noticed the electronic sign as I got out of the elevator. Light rain and a decently high 5°c indicated on display.

A man and woman and Jenny in there when I arrived. Had a gossiping session. Jenny told me she had given the Moussaka meals to a lady resident who is not very well, and she appreciated the muchly as she could not get out to shop. Jenny doing this made my day, it is lovely to be able to help others, especially those in need. Thanks, Jenny!

The couple were also going to Aldi to do some shopping. I went up on the bus to the top of Mapperley with them. By gum, they moved quickly. Soon as they were off the bus, I was in their wake as like Olympians (compared to me anyway, hehe) they shot off to the Aldi store for some nibbles. Lovely couple.

I ambled around and got £17.60 worth of fodder. No sign of the couple from the flats, I had a look from the checkouts, but couldn’t see them. We were going to catch the bus back together.

Had a little Dizzy-Dennis session, so I waited a while before leaving. Cleared up in a couple of minutes.

Yellow lines= Hobbling, red lines= on the bus.

Coming out of the store, I picked my way through the compost from the split bags that were on display in front of the shop.

I set off on a mini-hobble along Mapperley top and right down Winchester Street.

I saw the Belle Vue Lodge Home as I turned the corner.

I read on the web, on the NHS site: “Belle Vue Lodge is a modern nursing home, equipped and staffed for specialist nursing needs, including dementia care for which all care staff are expertly trained. All of the home’s 59 bedrooms are single en-suite and have walk-in shower facilities to suit those with mobility issues, having been purpose-built to welcome a wide range of complex care needs. Relaxing lounges with thoughtful decor and views are a feature. Modern care technology, resident internet connection, TV in each room, including nurse call systems, function alongside homely comforts to make for a relaxing day-to-day lifestyle. I loved that bit: homely comforts to make for a relaxing day-to-day lifestyle. Relaxing, blimey would many of my fellow Woodthorpe Court tenants and I love and long for relaxing!

The downer is; that the charges for old and disabled folk in this place, start at only £689 a week. If you have special needs, you’ll pay more of course. I couldn’t find the top-end charges. Hehe!

As I carefully made my way down Winchester Street hill and the apartment building in which I dwell came into view, I took this picture of the flats. Not a soul in sight.

As I noticed the hoist supports and cranes around the battered flats, I put down the heavy bag of shopping to ease Arthur Itis for a few moments. As I stood there, feeling sorry for myself, my thoughts wandered. The mess from the windows, the mess from the balcony, the holes left in the wall and floor from the heaters being fitted. New curtains will be needed. A new floor in the kitchen required. A dread of the new sprinkler system being fitted and the further upheaval this will bring. Same with the upcoming new alarm fitting and communication system will precipitate failed appointments from the workers, dust, grit, gravel… Force me to change medical appointments again. Am I doomed to live what life I have left in a lugubriousness mode? The new balconies to be fitted, with their eight or nine more windows that will need cleaning. Will Little Inchies bleeding lesion ever get healed? Will Hippy Hilda slip out again? Damned Duodenal Donald needs some different medication that is effective. Can they ever get the Warfarin INR level right? Will the computer play-up once more today? How many wrong number calls will I get this weekend? Will Big Bad John be making noises again? No forget that one, it’s the only unfaltering bit of things in life that is, he will be making loud sounds again! Did I leave the tap running in the sink?

The shpilkes suddenly concentrated on that last thought. Picked up the bag and hobbled at the best speed I could manage, back to the flat to see if I had left the tap running.

The distress of not knowing was appeased when I got in the apartment to find the taps had not been left running. Sad innit?

Got the purchases out and put away. Well, not the cottage pie. I got the oven warming up while I added a ton or two of grated cheese and sliced tomatoes on top of the meal in readiness for when the oven heated up sufficiently.

Got the hemadynamometer and did the Health Checks and medicationalisationing.

The noise began from Big Bad John up above.

Putting the tray and pie in the oven, I singed a couple of finger ends. Smelt a little bit like burnt sausages? Tsk!
Applied a little Germolen cream.

Got the nosh prepared on the blue tin plate.

I added two slices of the great tasting Scottish Plain bread and dribbled some soy and balsamic vinegar mixture on top of them.

It looked jolly appetising. But, it was like a promise from a politician, disappointing!

The pie was only average, the red onions had gone off, and the chips were unexpectedly tasteless, flavourless and insipid. The bread was good, mind.

Nodded off soon after eating this meal. Woke and got the last Health Checks done. Tended to the medicalisationing needed, and got down to watch a DVD of Steve Coogan.

Couldn’t stay awake and nodded off again, but not for long, thanks to Big Bad John. Hell of a bang from his flat woke me, then another one arrived, this is how I worked out it must have been him in the first place waking me up.

Then, I had trouble getting bad into the land of Nod. So I turned on the TV.

That did the trick! Off I nodded.

Inchcock Today – Friday 23rd March 2018

Friday 23rd March 2018

Maltese: Il-Ġimgħa 23 ta ‘Marzu 2018

0155hrs: Woke-up, stomach feeling bloated. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner without any problems, and off for a wee-wee. The lesion was bleeding badly. No doubt the low INR warfarin reading having something to do with it. Decided to get caught up with the laundry duties. I’ll get a quick wash going, and put the things in the dryer when done. Then and start another quick wash and when that one is completed, add that to the others in the dryer. I can get caught up that way. With all the recent Nottingham City Homes jobs done and the extra medical appointments, I have enough dirty clobber to fill the machine twice. Messy, but must be done. Out with the first bag and into the lift.

Down and getting out of the lift by 0208hrs!

No messy-about this morning, I seemed to have been gifted vitality, vigour and verve? Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis no bother at all. Duodenal Donald and the innards were the only things giving me any hassle, and this was slight. Yet again, a different pensioner waked up than the one yesterday!

Got the machine going and nipped outside to take a photo of Chestnut Way.

Back up to the flat and got the weekly tablet dosage pots sorted out.

In a flash, I was going back down with the second bag of washing. Got the just cleaned stuff into the drier, and restarted another quick cycle with the clothes I’d taken down this time.

And boy did that washing machine shake, rattle and nearly roll off of its plinth.

The noise must have been heard on the floor above. When I put my hand on the top of it, it dimmed the sound a bit, and I stayed holding it until the spin cycle had stopped.

I kept on shaking for a while though. Hehe!

Back up again to the apartment.

Made a brew of Olde English Tea in the little cup, and when I got the milk out of the fridge, saw the two remaining Morrison’s vegetable Moussaka meals. The one I tried last night, tasted okay. But there was far too much courgettes and aubergines in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love these veggies, but they are on my barred list of foods from the Haematology and Anticoagulation Clinic. Had there been just a little of them, it would have been fine. But there was an awful lot. So, I dare not risk eating anymore. I shall seek a vegetarian living in the flats, or see if Jenny would like to have them.

Back down to the laundry room again and got the second load from the washer and added it to the others in the dryer.

Popped out of the foyer and took this semi-moody photograph of the rain covered Chestnut Way.

Up once again in the lift to the flat.

Had a wee-wee, and as I was taking this photograph. It dawned on that I had received no interest from the innards regarding a Porcelain Throne requirement?

I refilled the laundry bag with air spray, topped up the crystals and soap capsules tub ready for the next laundry session. I took it into the spare room and spotted this pigeon on the hoist supports, with its head down, bless. How his eyes opened so quickly when I took the picture, to enable me to catch them open surprised me. The camera did flash, though.

Where will they sleep when the scaffolding comes down? Plenty of droppings piling up on the bars. Hehe!

I made another brew, had a wee-wee, washed the pots from last night and started the computer and did some prep work.

It was soon time for me to go down to the laundry room again, to collect the clothing and clean the machines and filter.

There were two new information signs up on the notice board in the lift foyer area. They sort of shouted out the messages. I got a headache reading them! Hahaha!

A tenant arrived in the laundry room as I was emptying the dryer of clothes and things.

She is one who has a washing machine in their flats and just needs to facilitate the dryers in our laundry room.

We chatted (Me mostly) and had a laugh or two. When the lady checked the filter on the other dryer next to the one I was using. You should have seen the fluff in it! I’ve never seen it so full. We said our farewells, and off she went back up to her flat. I noticed after she had gone, a sign on the dryer she was using read: ‘Fault, please close the filter door’. Good job I was there because otherwise, she would have come down again in an hour to find her washing still wet. I was so glad to able to do something to help someone at last and be there at the time. I pressed the door too until it clicked, and the machine started working again on its own.

I got the things folded, then into my laundry bag.

Guess what… Another odd sock! Damnations!

I cleaned the drums, sink and surfaces, and set off to the elevator.

0419hrs, and 6°c – 42.8°f indicated on the electronic information board. I thought I’d done well to get it all finished by now.

But, of course, there were still many jobs I would have done by now, had I not done the laundry, that still needed doing, so my chirpiness wained a little. Hehe!

Got in the apartment, and stored the washing away. Had a wee-wee.

Got the Health Checks done. Sys, Dia and pulse all down a bit, after being high for a few days.

Took the medications with a cup of milk. As I grabbed the carton of liquid, it gave way, and the milk shot put all over the fridge, floor and me. Got it cleaned up with just one difficulty involved. Getting back up after I’d wiped the stuff off of the floor tiles.

Gumph!

Back to the computer. Updated this post.

I feared the worst when the Porcelain Throne was at last needed. For there have been no rumbling or grumblings from the stomach at all. Just a feeling that things were distended. I need not have worried. Solid and heavy, yes, but no bleeding or straining whatsoever. Out of the ordinary maybe, but a welcome change in the evacuationalistical department. Phew!

Started the ablutions early again today. Cause the bloke says, he is calling at 0900hrs to do the panelling under the balcony doors. We’ll see.

No idea when the holes and plastering repairs will be done.

Got the ablutions tended to. The medicationalisationing went well too.

Got the Moussaka meals and poddled to the Temporary Oberbruppenfureress Wardens Offices and Social Shed. Where, much to my delights, Jenny was setting up the things for the sale later today. She looked grand but was having trouble with her back again. We had a nattering session, and she took the Moussaka meals off my hands for me.

The rain had stopped, but more was forecast on the radio when I was shaving, and tonight they said to expect down to -4°c (24.8°f). Brr! And all those holes in the wall and windows as well! Grumph!

The Willmott-Brown lads were up on the hoist again, dangerous work.

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee and continued to update this post.

0925hrs: Big John upstairs was clattering about noisily again. And, the work chap who promised he’d be here for 0900hrs, still had not arrived!

I visited the WordPress comments and replied to them. Then on to the WordPress Reader.

Tried to go on Facebooking. It let me post some photos to the albums, but so slowly. I tried TFZing, but the thing just crawled almost to a stop. I’ve asked a bloke to have a look. He might see me on Wednesday PM.

The work bloke arrived around 1015hrs and set to work. Obergruppenfhureress Warden Julie paid a visit just before he said he had to finish, and had to shoot off quickly and was sorry for the mess he had to leave. He did rehang the curtains for me, though.

4 / 6

I got the mushroom in the saucepan simmering with balsamic vinegar and a pinch of onion salt. Then got the chips int the oven cooking.

Carried on with updating this post.

Then when the fodder was ready, I got it served up.

Mixed results came from this meal. The potato croquettes were bland and tasteless 2/10, The skinless sausages bitter 0/10 (Not eaten), the tomatoes fair at 6/10, apple slices 6/10, the mushrooms good at 8.8/10. The canned pork knuckle gets a 9.25/10, excellent!

Did the Health Checks etc..

The regular fatigue hit me, I put the plate down, turned on the TV and fell asleep.

I woke to the accompaniment of what appeared to be klaxons sounding. I just caught hearing the end of them. I was confused somewhat, never having listened to this sound before. I had no idea of course, what it was or where it came from. I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and took the food tray with me into the kitchen and dropped them in the washing-up bowl and took a look out of the window to see if any emergency vehicles were on site that may have been the reason for this klaxon sounding. But the new layout of the window meant I could not see the ground below at all. I went to check the front door, no sounds were emanating from out there. I began to think I might have heard the alarm in a dream. I nipped into the wet room for a wee-wee. Back to the recliner and had a super-painful toe-stub against the cracked plaster on the frame. I never discovered if the noise was real or dreamt.

Head down again, sleep dawned and off into blissful rest.

Not for long. Woke again and the warm-wet sensation from the lower regions indicated that I needed to change the PPs. Reluctantly I escaped from the recliner… and trod on a small lump of concrete or cement whatever from the window workings! This made me jump and sod-me – I stubbed the same flipping toe against the Ottoman!

It’s not been a particularly good day. Hehe!

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 22nd March 2018

Thursday 22nd March 2018

Cebuano: Huwebes Marso 22, 2018

0300hrs: I instantly stirred into imitation life of sorts. The brain caught up, and I mused over the day required actions. Get up and crack on with finishing the two-part Wednesday blog. Morrison delivery is due twixt 0630>0730hrs. Dentist appointment at 0930hrs. This was enough to fully engage the available grey-cells for the moment. Looking around at the mess from the upgrade work, prevented me from welcoming the day.

An ethereality lingered and tormented me. A feeling of certainty of the absence of any afflatus’ or creative impulses or ideas, ensured my characteristics and attitude would start off as one of diffidence and floccinaucinihilipilification. (I knew one day this word would fit the bill to use one of my blogs, Hehe!).

I unwillingly coerced and disencumbered my aged-body from the £300 second-hand recliner, and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications. Quite how the dust from the window upgrading had gotten into the tablet compartments with closed lids and placed in a drawer, will have to remain a conundrum for now.

Huh! Now I have to dust the tablets, capsules and pills before I can take them!

I managed to get the camera out of the crack in the window to take a shot down below. But the new ledge outside is far too broad and long for me to be able to get a clear shot.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A little less bleeding this morning from the front end, but the usual for the last two days. Then the flood from the rear end from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

Got the computer on. It’s Lynda Lores Birthday today, I must make time to do a Happy Birthday graphic and hope the Facebook lets me work, for the lass.

Made a start on the first part of the Wednesday double post. Got it finished and then did the second part. Posted them both off.

Did the second Health Checks

The Morrison delivery arrived. No substitutions. Showed the driver the state of the flat. Got some sympathy from him, bless his cotton socks.

0810hrs: All readied, and I set off for the Dentists.

Over the road, and up the gravel hill, passing the tree copse on the way.

A lot of dogs taking their owners for a walk. One of them allowed me to fuss their terrier when it came to me. I have to say I enjoyed doing this and seeing her little tail wagging.

Down the park path onto Mansfield Road, up over the crest and down to the dentists.

A confusion, come maze of plastic fencing greeted me. Some roadworks were in operation.

Luckily they had left just enough room for me to follow the fencing to the dentist front door.

I only got up the steps and two paces further, and I found myself at the end of the queue of patients in line, waiting to record their presence with the receptionists. As this column slowly got shorter, a nurse came down the stair and called out a ladies name, to go up with her to one of the surgeries. A woman behind me answered: “I’m here, still waiting to sign in!” Hehe! It doesn’t seem to matter where I go, mayhem is there!

After a while, I got to the desk and discovered that these receptionist are nearly in the same class as the Lidl and Audio Centre staff. Not as down-putting as the Lidl ones are, and they do not have similar quality sneers as the Audio ones, pretty snotty and they have a decent “Don’t bother me ‘unspoken’ stare” that is pretty intimidating. Also, their Smirks and Sideways Glances were excellent. After she told me I was too early and gave me some forms to fill-in, feeling penitential and ashamed of myself, I sat down and got on with doing a crossword.

A threatening looking dentist assistant with tattoos on both arms approached me and instructed me to follow her. When she saw I was struggling a bit with my efforts to stand and walk, she offered to carry my bag upstairs for me.

In the surgery, the male dentist Dr Vitesh Patel greeted me with all the false-enthusiasm of Jeremy Clarkson when not being fed! He quickly got me on the chair and leaning backwards and checked the teggies. As last time six months earlier, he carried out his fetish on the same tooth with the same words, as he did his best to break through with one of his metal probes. On about his fifth stab at it: “There is a tiny hole in this tooth, it might need a filling” I replied: “I’m not surprised, if you don’t stop sticking that thing into it, it’ll be a big hole!” He was not impressed and lost interest. Just like the last visit, he took some X-rays of the same teeth as on that visit. He looked at the gap in the missing tooth at the front and said. Does this bother you? No, I replied. “Okay I’ll leave it then” he responded. Telling me things are okay and assisted me out of the chair.

After ten minutes, if that, I was back downstairs paying the Oberleutnantess receptionist £20.60 for the pleasure. I asked if they could make the appointment for 12 months instead of six. “Not without the Dentists instructions and permission I can’t” Backed-up with a look of incredulousness mingled with a hint of scepticalness. I lied outright and said he did say so! Eventually, after much pondering, she made it for nine months.

I said my farewells and made my way limpingly out into the daylight. Yesterday’s marathon was beginning to make the plates-of-meat really tender and painful now. I dawdled slowly along back the way I came. To the park, and up the footpath. Another dog approached me for some fuss. A long-haired black terrier of some sort. He got plenty from me, and the lady owner said thank you to me as I moved on? Truly amazing, that’s three unknown to me dogs in a few days that have sought me out for some fuss?

Up to the top of the hill, and near the tree copse, I stopped on the bottom of the gravel path to take this photograph of the hoist and workers on my floor of the apartments.

The feet were even worse now, really stinging.

But it’s my own fault for walking so far yesterday, innit? Hehe!

I got to the flat, and picked up the raffle prizes and box of nibbles, and back out to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. Jenny was looking particularly pretty this morning. Cindy was in good form. Cath was too. Everyone there, apart from Big John, seemed in better spirits than of late. I had a chinwag with each of them in turn. (Well, not Big John!). Handed the raffle prize in, and took the nibble-box around, having a laugh here and there as I did so. Got some raffle tickets and handed them out to others. Stayed beyond the hour this time. Enjoyed it.

Back to the flat, had a wee-wee, did the Health Checks.

Got the food in the oven tray ready to cook later, turned the oven on to warm up. A ready-made vegetarian moussaka. I added tons of extra grated cheese and some sliced tomatoes on top of it. Some battered onions ready to add later. Got a few red onion slices on the plate.

Started to do this blog. After a few hours the door chime rang-out. It was young bloke from Willmot-Brown. Came to measure the gap left at the bottom of the balcony door.

I let him in and started telling him about the curtain not being replaced and how I could not manage it on the steps. This made no impression, other than he asked which team did the window. I didn’t know, did I.

He finished measuring and said he would be back tomorrow to fill in the holes in the floor and apply the plastic board on top.

I updated the calendar and diary with the dates for the next dentist visit, Wednesdays INR blood test and the Morrison delivery.

Did the Health Checks etc.

Back to updating this diary.

Went to the WordPress reader page. Then did some commenting.

Facebook no letting me import to photo albums. Going too slow and sticking. Grr! Poor Lynda Lore! Well, I can wish her love and happiness for her Special Day, with a cyber cuddle and gentle non-intrusive massage too! XXX ♥♥♥

Got the oven on.

Nosh – Nice but far too many courgettes and aubergines, especially with the INR Warfarin level being so low.

I picked a lot of them out of the meal, to be on the safe side.

I bought these, cause they were on offer at 3 for £6. I’ll have to give the other two away if we have any vegetarians in the block.

Utterly shattered and tired out, I fell asleep after eating the meal. Woke and got up around 0200hrs!

Inchcock Today – Part 2 of 2: Wednesday 21st March 2018: Back to the flat – maelstrom of dust and dirt encountered!

Wednesday 21st March 2018 – Part Two

Bengali: বুধবার 21 শে মার্চ 2018 – পার্ট দুই

I enjoyed being looked after and mollycoddled by the Nottingham City Homes staff in the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Temporary HQ and Social Shack, on my return from my marathon hobble to the surgery, opticians and audio centre, to the Winwood Flats. A lady told me they had found a tenant on Monday, well her dead body in her flat. Cheery news and events today.

I went up to see if how the workings of my flat were going. Dustily and noisily was the answer.

Holes, gaps, dust everywhere possible.

The Clipboard man arrived and showed me how the kitchen windows would work for opening and closing when the locks preventing opening were taken off. Which would be when all the hoist work was finished another a week or two.

A chap came to tidy up and moved the chairs for me.

Shame I forgot to ask him to put the curtains back up. I tried using the steps but could not keep my balance.

The mess was incredible. Dentists to go to in the morning. Social Hour if I get done there quick enough and can get back.

Time and energy must somehow be attained if I am ever going to get the place sorted out.

Stressed is how I feel. The upcoming sprinkler system installation will be something for fear and need even more cleaning up after. Then the new intercom-Tannoy fitting. Then the… I can’t cope.

Pork knuckle wholemeal cobs tomatoes and potato fritters for the nosh.

Fell into a deep sleep before I had eaten it all.

Luckily, no mess added to themes all around me.

Woke with the Fire Alarm going off. Went to the front door, no heat on the handle, I could hear the klaxon going, and it stopped a few seconds later. Went to the front to see if any fore engines in attendance. But the new layout of the windows meant I could not take a photograph. Tsk!

Washed the plate and things and back in the recliner.

Fire Alarm went off again. This happened twice again in the next half-hour. But I was so tired-out, I ignored the later ones.

And boy, were the feet stinging!

See’s ya later folks.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 14th January 2018: Bonkesness came forth

Sunday 14th January 2018

Igbo: Sunday 14 Jenụwarị 2018

0230hrs: Not sleep much at all last night. The brain kept me awake with its noegenesis activities. But none of its ramblings and conclusions made much sense. It kept wandering, escaping from my already limited control; Off on its autonomous, intermittent spontaneous random creating of judgments on and solutions to just about anything and everything. All bunkum, drivel, fiddle-faddle, impracticable hogwash, poppycock, and nonsensical claptrap. I think I failed to regain any modicum of authority, over the grey-cells. I reckon because I was so tired and in need of sleep that these thoughts and aimless wanderings won, and I gave up. And just went along with it all, diffidently.

Sleep did not come. But, the digressional meandering mind stopped and returned to semi-logicality abruptly when it had to deal with a demand for my utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne, suddenly and urgently! It would take several paragraphs to explain adequately the activities and incidents that followed on the trip to and in the Wet Room. (Farcical seems to cover it!) I tripped getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner. The remote control for the DVD fell off my lap, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman and knocked over an empty (Luckily) bottle of spring water.

Got to the wet room and seated, once again, only just in time; Spurt, trickle yellow, done! Almost totally liquid. It seems that Trotsky Terence has a grip on me now. Cleaned everything up and knocked my head on the sink doing so.

Returned to the front room. Where a search for the remote control proved fruitless? I got down on the floor with the torch to look underneath the chairs, but no luck. Getting back up into a perpendicular position was a painful and lengthy exercise.

My recent thirstiness has not assuaged, and I made my way into the kitchen and made a mug of tea in the new one.

Then I did the Health Checks and took the morning medications. I dropped the dosage pot and had to replace some tablets that fell out onto the floor.

This further bending down started Reflux Roger and Hippy Hilda off. Humph!

Washed up and got the vegetables prepared and in the crock-pot ready to cook later.

Today’s selection is the last of mushrooms quartered, the sugar-snap peas, sliced red onion, and tomatoes.

I added some vegetable stock to the water. After which I noticed that it had (Oh dear) a sell-by date of January 2017 written on the box. So I dished it in the waste bin bag. Hoping that the vegetables be okay to eat?

In actual fact, bearing in mind the lack of rest and the Whoopsiedangleplops, I was feeling in fair condition. Which confused me a tad.

0325hrs: I got the computer on and finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted. Then made a start on this one.

0600hrs: I went in the kitchen to make about the eighth mug of tea. Flipping thirst!

It didn’t feel too cold or wet or windy when I opened the window and hung out to take these photographicalisations.

The one thing that struck me more than anything was that I had my hearing aids in and could have the pleasure of listening to the birds and chics giving it some wallop with their whistling, chirping and singing.

As I leaned on the ledge, enjoying the morning chorus, something flew passed quickly between me and the ground. I wondered if it might have been a bat? It would have been on the floor below level and was a black blur. But it might have been too large for a Pipistrellus? Do crows fly at night? The mass of Nottinghamian’s resting or working, burgling, mugging below, made me… Hello, the grey-cells are wondering again. Why can’t I just see a photograph without investigative delving into and getting insights and sub-messages from the brain, lately?

I reached here in the updating and went on the WordPress Reader. Some good stuff on there today.

Did the WordPress comment responses next.

Then on Facebooking.

0820hrs: Made yet another brew of tea and went on CorelDraw.

I’m a busy-bee this morning. Made up an Ode to the Night’s Thoughts regarding the top paragraph on here, using CorelDraw: Ode to the Nights Thoughts Got it sent off.

Checked the crock-pot vegetables. Coming on nicely.

Hello, Herberts knocking away again. Tsk! Still, not to bad at the moment, just the odd bang.

Sod-it! The funny turns have started. going to get down and put a DVD on and hopefully fall asleep, blimey I need it. Poor thing, Hehe!

I don’t know what went wrong with this unfinished post, but for some reason I forgot to post it? Probably when Virgin internet went down?

For what it’s worth. Here it is. Sorry folks.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 18th March 2018

Sunday 18th March 2018

Icelandic: Sunnudagur 18 Mars 2018

0300hrs: No need for me to waken and wait for the brain to join the body this morning. I didn’t have any sleep last night at all. Depressingly, my night’s activities were: Watching the platitudinous, banal TV, listening to Herbert in the flat above banging about and getting up now and then to take a photograph of the snow. Sad, or what?

Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. This is because this old fart left the window open when he took his last picture hours ago! Humph!

I took these two photographs of the conditions outside. It looked a bit bleak. Another day of hibernating and vegetating indoors methinks. There are no buses anyway on a Sunday. Mind you, if there were, I don’t think they would get up or down the Winchester Street Hill anyway. My mind seemed to be concentrating on the negative side of things and life this cold morning.

I made a brew in the small mug, and I had some extra milk in it than usual, because Duodenal Donald was giving me some terrible stick.

The fears and worries in my confused brain were natatorial, flashing and annoying me. Because I was not in a frame of mind, to concentrate very well. I expect this was due to the total lack of sleep.

I started on finishing off yesterday’s diary. Got it completed and posted off, then the sudden grumbling and rumbling in the innards forced me to the Porcelain Throne; and what a session it was. So much blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little inchies Lesion, it startled even me for a while. Deep red and lots of it. Medication and cleansed thing up. Duodenal Donald continued with such enthusiasm, I began to feel a bit atrabilious, and the stomach started to feel… what’s the word for it? Delicate, with a new to me, aching just below the belly button. It felt tight, yet wobbly. No that isn’t the words. Tsk!

I wonder if Noisy Herbert above will start with his banging and knocking about again today? Silly question, of course, he will, it’s the weekend!

Off to the kitchen to make a brew. Knocking things like the tray, bottles of vinegar and sauce and the crock-pot off of the counter as went in. Purely luck, that they fell into the rubbish bins, thus saving any noise to upset my neighbours. No question about my worrying about Herbert above, sometimes I wish I could make return noises that just affect him. But not this morning, I have no energy left to waste on hatred or revenge.

No question about it, I’m feeling snarky, ratty, and crotchety with myself. I’m a grumpy lad indeed.

Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.

I got this post started off.

Returned to the kitchen, with a feeling of dread that I might have left the tap (faucet) running in the sink. Thankfully all was okay and no calamities.

I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.

It looked like no one had been walking on the snow in this road. Ramsdale Crescent I think it is named. If anyone has to go out from there, they may have troubles. Mind you, it might thaw out quickly yet?

I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.

I went to Facebooking next. Praying that it will not freeze on me again.

Virgin Media Internet Down Again! As Tim Price, cleverly put it in an email to me: “Virgin should just give you an Internet voodoo kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an eye of newt and bat guano to use for incantations, hocus pocus and giving your router a magical stink eye. It’s more fun than simply unplugging, waiting five minutes and all that stuff.”

Turned everything off and rebooted to see if that would help me get back on the internet supplied and increased in charge five times by Virgin Media!

Tried resetting without any luck, still two blue lights not lit on the box.

Unplugged the unreliable, unconcerned cause they still take the money each month Virgin box. Left it a few minutes and replugged it and turned on again. Nothing. Well, fancy that. Hehehe, I like it!

A wee-wee and I stewed wondering how I could get my own back at the Cable Cowboys Liberty Global who lassoed Virgin Media with a huge £15bn deal. They also have bought Formula 1 racing business, All3Media (50% ownership with Discovery Communications) ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding). Deep breath: Lionsgate (12% ownership with Discovery Communications), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), Viceland Belgium (a joint venture with Vice Media), UPC Broadband, UPC Austria, UPC Czech Republic, UPC Magyarország (Hungary). UPC Polska (Poland), UPC Romania, UPC Slovakia, UPC Switzerland, e-fon (49% ownership), UPC DTH, UPC Direct (Hungary), Freesat (the Czech Republic and Slovakia), Focus Sat (Romania), Unitymedia (Germany). Virgin Mobile UK (United Kingdom), Virgin Media Ireland (Republic of Ireland), TV3 Group, Virgin Mobile (Ireland), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership). Vodafone Netherlands, Viceland Netherlands (a joint venture with Vice Media), Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport, Totaal Markets. Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay TV, Internet, and telephone services, CWC’s operations in Seychelles, named Cable and Wireless Seychelles. All3Media (50% ownership with Discovery Communications). ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding), Lionsgate (12% ownership with Discovery Communications), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), Viceland Belgium (a joint venture with Vice Media). UPC Broadband, UPC Austria, UPC Czech Republic, UPC Magyarország (Hungary), UPC Polska (Poland), UPC Romania, UPC Slovakia. UPC Switzerland, e-fon (49% ownership), UPC DTH, UPC Direct (Hungary). Freesat (the Czech Republic and Slovakia), Focus Sat (Romania), Unitymedia (Germany). Virgin Mobile UK (United Kingdom). Virgin Media Ireland (Republic of Ireland), TV3 Group, Virgin Mobile (Ireland), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Viceland Netherlands (a joint venture with Vice Media). Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport, Totaal Markets, Liberty Puerto Rico, a provider of pay TV, Internet, and telephone services and CWC’s operations in the Seychelles named Cable and Wireless Seychelles.

Or rather, billion-billionaire top Chairman, Michael T Fries, who earns $111.9million a year. And that is only from one of his companies. Naturally, he must get expenses as well and besides.

I wonder if he is even aware of the pathetic performance and demoralised staff and customers since his take-over? Potato cakes with cheese and tomatoes baked, sliced apple, beetroot, BBQ nibbles, red onion, pork pie with crust removed (The weight you know? Haha!), roast courgettes, parsnip and peppers. Lemon Mousse to finish off with. Mmm! Wish I could have made one for my TFZers to dine with me. Humph!

https://www.trustpilot.com/review/www.virginmedia.com I’ve read on Trust Pilot about people trying to cancel contracts with this esurient gentleman’s company.

Anyway, after deciding I can’t get my revenge on him, and typing this little monologue above about his crap service, I felt a tad better. Not as good as if could have found him and eliminated him, mind, but a little cheerier, just at the thought. Then, it came back on! Hurrah! Back to semi-sanity.

Back to finish off on Facebook. Problems in importing photos now! Had to give up on it. Tsk!

Hello! Noisy Herbert in the flat above is at it again. Scraping noises, banging too.

To WordPress Reader next. Then the comments.

Had another go on Facebooking. Stuttery and slow, but got a lot done, it just took me hours to get done. Humph!

Duodenal Donald was terribly bothersome again. Settled to watch some TV. Watched the Wigan v Southampton Cup match. Well, when I had not nodded off that is. Great game.

Did the Health Checks.

Did the ablutions and medicalisationing without too much bother.

Got the nosh prepared.

Fresh pork knuckle, chips, tomatoes, red onion, sugar snap peas, apple slices and a Lemon Mousse. (It may appear that I’m consuming lemon desserts a lot lately? That’s cause it is still on offer price). The orange juice was not touched for some reason.

Ah, I remember now, I fell asleep! Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 17th March 2018

Saturday 17th March 2018

0155hrs: I’d been having horrible dreams, all night long it felt. But could I find any scribbled notes on the pad, or recall any details? No! Most annoying making when this happens! I had an idea that I was watching the dream through a clithridiate window or screen? I laid a while trying to remember anything about them, but could only perceive there was nothing redolent about them.

When the sudden need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived. A bit of a slapstick-burlesque followed in my extracting myself from the £300 second-hand recliner. Lowered the chair, tripped on one of the slippers, kept my balance and avoided going over by putting my hand on top of the Ottoman – the lid slid, and I did: ending up on my side with the arm over the Ottoman. I got up rather quickly, due to the need for the Throne, and limped to the wet-room.

Oh, boy, I could write a few paragraphs on this session. But suffice to say in short; Massive, the shape of the Hindenburg, solid-heavy-mass, struggle and hassle, slow movement, kerplunk, water splashing, blood bleeding and blessed relief! It seems that Trotsky Terence has withdrawn from the scene. Hehehe!

Cleaned-up and off to the kitchen to make a brew.

Looking outside I thought it was wet, so opened the window to take this photographicalisation. You can see the giant raindrops falling from the bottom of the frame in the top of the picture. So I made one downwards of the car park on Chestnut Walk.

This when it became apparent that it was snowing such thin flakes, snow-showers I think they call this type of weather. It seemed to be melting as soon as it landed on the ground.

The only part of the picture where any snow can be seen in close to the street light.

When I got back in and closed the window, the camera and my dressing gown sleeves were slightly wet.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The weight was still the highest ever for me. Despite my having less to eat for my meal last night. At least it hadn’t gone up again, so that was something I suppose. (Says him clutching-at-straws!)

I felt some brewing and churning from the innards. I envisaged another Porcelain Throne session preparing itself in readiness for evacuation procedures to be implemented again shortly.

Got the computer on and started this post off up to here. Then started to finalise yesterday’s diary. This task took me hours and hours to get done. Posted off.

Checked the Emails, and found some terribly lousy news from Sister Jane. She told me: “Heard from our Sis-in-law Frances, that our lovely nephew David Bratton got stabbed in the lungs today while confronting some yobs who were slashing his car tyres – luckily he seems to be improving, but still in Intensive Care.
It was on BBC local news to18 year-old student Mariam Moustafa, dying aft being assaulted by several teenage girls in Nottingham, outside the Victoria Centre on February 20th around 2000hrs.night on TV. Got three youths in custody thank goodness.”

This above, and a few others reported this week:

A teenage boy told a jury that he was twice stabbed in the back when three youths came up behind him in a Basford park. He immediately recognised the boy with the knife and identified the other two after being released from the Queen’s Medical Centre, Nottingham Crown Court heard.
Mum-of-six kicked a female police officer after a row over son’s drug use.
18-year-old student Mariam Moustafa died after being assaulted by several teenage girls in Nottingham, around 2000hrs, outside the Victoria Centre on February 20th,
Police officer and dog injured with a knife following Top Valley aggravated burglary.
Stabbing in Nottingham becomes a murder investigation after 17-year-old dies. Police have now launched a murder investigation and are issuing a renewed appeal for information. Detective Chief Inspector Hayley Williams, of East Midlands Special Operations Unit (EMSOU) Major Crime, who is leading the investigation said:“We believe he left home sometime around six pm and at some point, he was chased and attacked before being left very seriously injured in Stock Well. We are appealing for more people to come forward to help us piece together the exact circumstances of the incident”.
A new top cop is to be appointed to look after policing the city, the Police and Crime Commissioner has confirmed. Paddy Tipping said the new superintendent would be in place from April 1 and their role will be to run the police force in the city on a day to day basis.

Inchcock’s Comment:

Bearing in mind that Nottingham has lost more than 380 police officers in the last five years, this appointment of a new top cop seems an empty and futile decision. If the Top Cop has not got the sufficient number of officers, which he or she will probably not have, thanks to the Conservative Governments enforced cut-backs, what’s the point? The only option I see, is by moving some of the preciously few Officers to the City, thus allowing the druggies, car criminals, muggers, knife, machete and gun-wielding gangs and burglars etc., free rein to use the estates for their illegal practices?

While I was reading about the appointment of the Top Cop, I found it interesting that on the same page, were these links.

0720hrs, already. I got carried away.

A little snow shower had left the pretty picture opportunity for me.

So, took this picture, no snow at the moment falling.

Made another brew and then I visited the WordPress Reader. Again, some great stuff on there.

I took this zoomed-in photograph of the car park below. The snow was so subtle and delicate and blowing upwards again now. With very little of it was settling.

But with freezing and below temperatures forecast, I think it might get worse later on out there.

I decided to get the vegetable tray made up ready to go into the oven late. Much later. Why I did this so early in the day, is still a puzzle to my befuddled brain.

I covered it and went to get it put back into the fridge.

What a shame. In my concerted efforts to get the tray back in the refrigerator, I decided I’d have to move some of the other fodder around to make room for it. I managed to knock the milk over, squash a carton of lemon mousse and somehow or other, I spilt some grated cheese over the two lower shelves, the floor and me! What a Plonka!

I sorted the comments and decided to have a rinse and change the PPs again. No further Porcelain Throne demands yet. But the rumbling innards continue, getting noisier as time goes on?

Onto Facebooking, hoping it would not play me up again. Started to go slow, but I got a lot done first.

I went back on CorelDraw to do some prep work on graphics for later use.

Herbert banging about a bit again, you can tell it’s the weekend!

Health Checks and medications were seen to.

I was feeling all out-of-sorts for some reason, but I at most of it.

Fell asleep for ten minutes, and woke with Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald both giving me some grief.

Herbert from the flat above was so much noisier than he has ever been. No chance of nodding off again.

I put the DVD on, didn’t nod-off. Tried the TV, that should surely send me to sleep. But no. Not a chance. I spend hours watching the banal rubbish on the TV, and occasionally getting up to take a photograph of the weather. I collated the photos taken timewise:

A lousy Day!

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