The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe

Inchcock Today – Monday 25th December 2017

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Monday 25th December 2017

Galician: Luns 25 de Decembro de 2017

0245hrs: For a change this morning the brain engaged almost immediately I regained consciousness. It was the body that lingered a while before allowing me full access and partial control of it. Hehe!

I noticed the large notebook on the arm of the chair had been utilised during the night. Closer inspection revealed my most lucid writing ever, and a lot of it too. As I perused this monologue, the memory of the parts of the dream actually returned to my mind, when seconds earlier there was nothing in there at all. (That came out wrong?) Tsk! An idea for a graphic of the dream formed, and I added thoughts to the notes to use later.  I did wonder how I wrote these overnight reminders in the dark, mind?

Luckily, my having a degree of ambidexterity, getting the fluid-filled right leg to move without too much pain was achievable. On the plus side, Hippy Hilda was far less troublesome than last night, Duodenal Donald and Reflux Roger were both giving an excellent Christmas present by not bothering me at all! Yeehaa!

It took a little coercivity and encouragement, but eventually, I escaped the £300 second-hand recliner, without any stubbing of toes and Dennis Dizzies too!

Off to visit the Porcelain Throne. The session produced, shall I say, a large hard torpedo, very large. A harrowing evacuation indeed today, but this did allow me to read a chapter of the Leningrad book. Not much bleeding and what little there was I could tell came only via the Haemorrhoid Harold department. I cleaned and medicated things and me, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Oh, dearie me and Globdangerations!

I’d left the hot water faucet running all night! It had run cold. (Of course, Huh!) I seem to recall saying something along the lines of; “Well, fancy that!”.

I also spotted the rubbish bags I sorted yesterday, still awaiting my attention to take them to the waste chute. Guilt mode adopted! I even picked each one up and felt them for any signs of the missing belly pork slices. None found, naturally.

I thought I’d take a photo while hanging out of the window. I found a ‘Miniature’ option on the camera and tried it out. The miniature option one is on the left, auto mode on the right. Same zoom from the same position on both.

The scene got me thinking of all the families down there, kids wanting to open their presents, the excitement. But down there would be street dwellers, single folk who will not see anyone over the holidays. Sight-impaired and blind folk. Hard of hearing and deaf souls. Desperately lonely. Confused… I had to stop myself thinking, and got on with the medicationalisationing and Health Checks.

Got the computer on and did the last weeks averages. The Sys is still a bit higher, but it is coming down again now.

Then, I got on with the Dream post graphic and ode, while things were still amazingly staying in my head, and of course, those notes that I had apparently written in the dark during the night? This and the disappearing belly-pork slices both nagged-on in my mind.

The graphic was beyond my capabilities to get how I wanted it to look, but the general feeling came out in it.

I was hobbling around the Nottingham Beach that arrives in Summer each year and was searching each person and their belongings. To ascertain whether they had a pen or biro with them. I had listed to add their names to if the had both pencil and pen. Only a pen. Just a pencil, or if they had neither of them. Those with pen and pencil were cautioned and put on an offenders list. Those with only a pen were fined and removed from the site – Those with just a pencil were allowed to stay, and I bought them an ice-cream – Those with neither, I handed over to the Victorian uniformed policemen to take to the gallows! I had a miniature stun-gun adapted to the end of my walking stick, but no notes of my using it anywhere. If only memories and records like this were found after every dream. Funny how I cannot recall anything about so many of them most of the time, and then this happens every few weeks? The incomprehensibility of it all confuses me.

There came a whining noise from outside. Like wind blowing through metal fixtures or frames. Then, of course, my astute, quick, calculating, intelligent brain remembered the building is covered with metal fixtures, structures, hoists and scaffolding. How I let myself forget these are there befuddles me this is what I can see sat here through the window now.

Blimey, it’s howling out there now.

Went to the WordPress reader. Replied to the comments, and then onto Facebooking. Spent a good few hours catching up.

Shame that the moron up above me has not gone away for Christmas, his banging has joined in with the howling winds to make my already depressing holiday worse than ever. But, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer. Grrr!

CorelDraw next, to try and get some more of the TFZers ‘Entertainment’ series done. Got two more done and filed for when I get them finished.

Had a go on Facebook.

The ‘Herbert’ above me is knocking and banging away again.

Had my usual Pork Pie with the dinner. I got a Morrison Melton Mowbray one this year… I shall not be investing in one of these again. (Note the confidence of expecting to still be here in twelve months time. Hehe!). The top crust was soft and fatty. Bland tasting meat. The potato balls and tomatoes were passable. The cheese was okay. The part-baked cobs that I buttered and put balsamic sauce on were reet grand! Overall, a rating of 4/10 given.

I had what I hope was a final search for the missing belly pork slices, then another for the mobile phone, finding neither.

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, and settled to watch the much-viewed over the years ‘Dunkirk’ film, on the TV. I nodded off at the first commercial break and woke with the end-credits rolling down the screen. Humph!

I think I dreamt of being chased again, now this is a regular theme to my dreams that I have not, or can’t remember having had for a long time.

Taketh care each!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 24th December 2017

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Forecast for Ten-years time. Hehe!

Sunday 24th December 2017

Uzbek: 24 Dekabr, 2017 yil

0150hrs: I think I must have been having an unwelcome dream or dreams. Because I woke to feel in a right sorry-for-myself state. Couldn’t get specific incidents from my ankle-snapper day from my head, guilt and shame took over. I felt lonely and spiritless and felt awful for feeling like this.

I have to admit, when I made a move to escape the clutches of the £300 second-hand recliner and found that Hippy Hilda was giving me gip, this didn’t seem to affect me. After I got the Porcelain Throne and had to have a good wash and change of clothes, and really struggled with the water filled legs and Hilda, it took me ages to get into the other pair of jammy-bottoms. It was too painful to lift the right leg at all. I had to use the grabber and must have looked a right pillock getting them on. But my spirits rose because I thought the pain was what I deserved anyway. I wish I could remember the nightmare. I think Dad was in there, somewhere?

I got the Health Checks done, and medications were taken.

Then made a start on finalising the Saturday diary.

The concentration was not there. I was retyping so often it got me annoyed with myself. It’s not hard to that, you know. Tsk!

I went to make a brew. Tried to get a wide panoramic shot from the window. Not as width as I took it, but an improvement in my last efforts.

It took me hours to get the blog done, but I did in the end and posted it off.

I did a check on the L9 buses over the holidays.

I forget how many days it is now since I’ve spoken to anyone – ah, the Morrison man, what day did he come. Wednesday I think.

Not going to be going out much over the next three days either. I dare not go out walking with the hip and legs how they are at the moment.

Well, shiver me timbers! I’ve just spoken to someone! The Amazon delivery driver who just delivered the Seagal tape. Well, that’s better, two people spoke to now in only five days. Both delivery men. Humph!

I got the (looking at it now, seemingly sad poem done) and posted off. But it does not depress me at all. It’s just how I felt at the time.

0830hrs: I had what I thought was a good idea come to mind, I’ll get on with the Rhyme dictionary I started a few days ago.

1530hrs: Mentally drained, I got it finished at last! Sweaty, unshaven and unshowered with no guilt at all.

I got the oven warming up to cook the mini-sausages in streaky bacon later. I was going to have the belly pork slices, but they seem to have done a bunk? Just knew it was going to be a sad day when I woke up! Hehe!

Then I got around to starting this post up to here.

Got the nosh sorted.

When I poured the balsamic sauce on the mushroom pate, it resembled something I recall finding funny, and I intended to mention this when I updated this diary. But of course I forgot about it and looking at the picture now, I see nothing humorous in it at all? Sad innit?

I ate and enjoyed the meal with relish. Then a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was seated on that Throne for ages and ages. Half in- half out and agony! Hehe! In the end, I gave up, and uncomfortably got a wash and clean up, and back into the kitchen. Did the Health Checks and took the medications.

Put the plate and cutlery in the bowl to soak and back to the front room to settle and watch a DVD. I felt tired but could not drop-off as I usually do. The brain was active and pondering over all sorts of inconsequential, unimportant matters.

Hippy Hilda seemed to be less bothersome than earlier. The water retention in the legs was getting farcical, though. Making movement difficult, notably lifting the right leg, that for some reason had far more fluid in it than the left one? I had gone hard too.

Got an appointment with the nurse for a blood test next Tuesday. I must remember to email them for a Doctors appointment about Hippy Hilda and the legs. Of course, as with the Terence Trotsky’s last month, by the time I get to see Dr Vindla, things will have settled, perhaps? Must mention the itching around the chest to her too.

I had another look around for the belly pork slices that had absonded of their own accord. No luck of course. There isn’t anywhere left that I have not looked. There might be a funny post in this situation yet? Hehehe!

Inchcocks Christmas Day morning Dream

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Inchcocks Christmas Day morning Dream

How this brewed in my brain is beyond me, I say,

I was cruel and ungiving, as I chose who should go, and who should stay,

I was the Party Pooper,

How low I had stooped,

Ruining the little ones fun,

I even had with me, a stun gun,

Hidden on the end of my walking stick,

Now the brain plays on me this terrible trick!

I used to cope with the many ailments I had,

I’m going bonkers now, that I find sad,

Will the NHS help with this going Mad?

I’m getting accustomed to it, in later years,

It no longer holds over me such worries and fears,

For I forget things so often, and of that, I’m glad!

Composed and published in Support of others going senile, who used to be able to control their bodies and minds, and like me, accept things as they are, despite the noisy git living in the flat above them!

 

Inchcock Today – Saturday 23rd December 2017

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Saturday 23rd December 2017

Irish: Dé Sathairn 23 Nollaig 2017

0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner. All night, every time I moved, Hippy Hilda gave me pain and woke me up. On this occasion, I decided to get up and do the laundry duties. I recalled dreaming about my giving away cars to people?

Lifting the right Hippy Hilda leg had never been more laborious or more painful. Why do these things always kick-off when the GP surgery is closed, and the A & E are short staffed? This reminded me of last Christmas when I had the ‘Blank Spell’ and Olive called the ambulance. A right rollicking five-hour wait to be seen, a two-hour delay to see the Cardiac Specialist, told I will have to be admitted because there is no way they can release me with the Warfarin INR level being so low. An hour wait on a trolley in a corridor for a bed, then told I was being released at midnight! No buses, I had no money for a taxi, not that any were available at that time on Christmas Eve morning, followed by a three-hour walk home!

A wee-wee and rinse, then got the clothing ready for the laundry room, took the mobile phone, empty glass jars and bottle for the recycling bin and camera down with me as well.

The lift was a bit wet, a sweet smell lingered and permeated the air in there.

Got the washing in the machine.

Went out as to the recycling bin with the jars.

No rain and not too cold out there at the moment.

Up and to the wet room for another wee-wee. On the way up, the irritational-itching started around the rib cage, just under the armpits, back and front. I think I had this during the night as well, but Hippy Hilda held all my attention as she was more painful.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The Sys had come down at last at least.

Down to the laundry room to move the things to the dryer.

The filter had been cleaned by the previous user, that was nice. I did drop some items in the transferring process, and boy did Hippy Hilda let me know her displeasure at my having to bend down to retrieve them. Hehe!

I limped back to the flat, had a wee-wee, scratched my back on the corner of the door, it hurt, but I had no other choice but to do this. The front of the torso was far more comfortable to scratch at.

I made a start on this diary, completely forgetting to finish off yesterday’s first. Tsk!

I was trying to do some more satisfying clawing and scraping of the rib cage and knocked the notepad off of the desk. Actually, the 1964 E-Plan cabinet. Noticed the scrawl I’d done about the bat that had been found and had stopped the work on the building. At this, I looked up the Soprano Pipistrelle Bat and got a photo of one from the web.

Native Rare: The Soprano Pipistrelle is a priority species in the UK Biodiversity Action Plan. I assume they are like toads, a protected species.

I wish they would declare me a protected species. Haha!

Getting up out of the chair to go down to collect the laundry was horrendous. I was going to take the walking stick down with me but realised I’d most likely get myself all tangled up with it getting the stuff out and sorted. And there would be a strong chance of my forgetting to bring it back with me.

Hobbled down and retrieved the clothes from the dryer. Cleaned the filter and casings. Then folded the togs and got them in the bag. I managed to drop a pair of socks, and what a farce trying to get down to pick them up. Humph!

Back to the apartment and got the things in the airing cupboard.

To the Porcelain Throne. A longish session, that resulted in a proper clean-up after struggling to get up off of the WC! At least Haemorrhoid Harold was not bleeding.

Back to doing this post up to here. Realised I’d not completed the Friday post yet, so I did so.

Facebooked and then went to the WordPress Reader.

Mug of tea and started the ablutions. Lifting the right leg to get into the jammies without too much pain from the Hippy Hilda area was a significant problem. I now find that swelling of the already bloated tummy on my right side had grown and firmed up.  Haemorrhoid Harold started bleeding again. Then Dizzy Dennis began with short visits. I tried to get a look at my back where the irresistible itching around the torso is located, to take a photo of it. But could not get into a decent enough position to get a clear photo for me to analyse the problem.

I hoped that a repeat of last year with the problems with the ‘Blank-Spots’ and hospitalisation that ruined the holiday, doesn’t start again.

I realised that I had not seen or spoken to anyone for over36 hours – thank heavens for the internet. Depression appeared from nowhere, and for an hour or so, I was living with a different person. Dark thoughts that slowly dissipated into the ether from which they came. To be replaced with guilt and shame, embarrassment and even more pain from Hilda’s location as I attempted to clean my lower regions and extremities. I had to use the extended scrubbing brush for them.

A conundrum as to why, but I perked-up as I got the nosh prepared, and I liked this alto-ego. (Is that the right word? I’ll have to look it up later).

I reheated three of the ‘Rustic Cobs’ in the oven for ten minutes. Buttered them well with just a touch of garlic salt and parsley. Sliced some tomatoes and dribbled them with Balsamic sauce, Stilton Cheese sliced an apple, potato chips, the tasty Mushroom pate and the Aldi BBQ chicken wings.

A mistake in getting them. I expected nothing like the tongue-burning blast of burning-hot flavour that threatened what few teeth I have left, and tonsils, with my first, and only bite of them! Straight in the bin!

The rest of the meal contents were much enjoyed. Even with the noises starting from ‘Herbert’ in the flat above. My sense of humour returned as I thought; “I hope he’s constructing a spaceship so he can get home to his planet ‘Noisygit’? Hehe!

Stubbed my toe on the way into the kitchen to put the meal things in the sink to soak.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Then Made up next weeks dosage pots.

The evening sky was multi-coloured.

Settled to watch a DVD, but failed to get through it due to falling asleep so often, waking up and rewinding, then nodding off again… Gave up and tried to sleep and couldn’t nod-off!

Tsk!

 

Inchcock Today – Friday 22nd December 2017

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Friday 22nd December 2017

Nepali: शुक्रबार 22 डिसेम्बर 2017

0145hrs: Stirred from the dreams, and found no signs of any nocturnal nibbling. For a few moments the brain was in an apanthropinisational mood, but it kicked into gear and informed me that I required the use of the Porcelain Throne, and to check out the damp sensation coming from the lower regions and Little Inchy. So I made moves to do just that; Unfortunately for me, Hippy Hilda was not too keen on my getting up and shuffling about. So I diverted to the kitchen and took a pain-killer, that I’m pleased to announce seemed to work later, and she became more tractable with me. I got further diverted from the Porcelain when I took the usual dosages of the morning medications and then did the Health Checks. Unwise really, my holding things in.

Eventually, I got to the wet room and had a mini-marathon session that proved messy and uncomfortable. Also needed a lot of cleansing and medicating afterwards. I resisted taking a Senna tablets yet, though.

Little Inchy then had to be treated. I’m hoping the bleeding stops soon, as I am very low on the Daktacort Miconazole nitrate/hydrocortisone cream now. Still, it has stopped for now.

Got a decent headache coming on, but I’ll put up with it gladly now that Hippy Hilda has eased off for me. My EQ gave me the impression that Duodenal Donald is brewing up to have a go at me later, though. Tsk! Worra flipping life! Hehe!

I got the computer on and started to finalise yesterday’s diary. Then made a start on creating some daily headers of a humorous and political nature, and made up the templates for the next few days with them. This took a phenomenal amount of time because I got carried away and made few of them complicated and needed a lot of patience to get them something like right. I reckon I lost four hours just doing these. But as I had planned to not go out anywhere anyway today, I enjoyed doing them.

It was gone 0730hrs by the time I got back to inaugurating today’s diary going.

I poddled into the kitchen to make a brew, another brew! And, as I have often wanted to take a decent photograph of the local birds, and I noticed a wood pigeon (I think it was anyway), land on some bushes down below. Although it was well-misty out there, I adopted perseverance and endurance to try and get one. I could not get close up without losing clarity. So, as I hung out of the window, camera-strap around the wrist, I waited and waited for the bird to fly off so I might get a shot of it in flight.

As I waited, I heard the ‘Herbert from upstairs doing his clanging and banging about again. Most annoying to think he might be bothering some other tenants who might actually want to sleep in. The Swine!

Of course, the moment I instinctively moved my head away and up towards the animals flat above – off went the bird, and all I got was bare empty bushes in the picture. Tsk!

Christ, he’s started drilling along with the banging now! I know they told me the building workers had finished yesterday, so it must be the ‘Herbert’ making the noise, right above where I am sat at the desk – and getting more and more annoyed and doing myself no good at all, cause Duodenal Donald has kicked in now! Season of Goodwill you know… Grrr!

I had a perusal of the comments and answered them, there were masses of them, and I replied to both of them. Haha! Then on to WordPress Reader.

Did some Facebooking.

Now on CorelDraw creating a new series of TFZer graphicalisations.

Nosh sorted out. Seasoned baked beans (Light Soy sauce, Balsamic Vinegar and Distilled vinegar), the German franks, last of the tasteless, bland, dull Tesco bread (Threw the rest away). Lemon curd yoghourt, Lemon Mousse and an apple to complete the meal. Nice one apart from the Tesco bread, still gave it a rating of 8.2/10.

Hippy Hilda started to play me up again, so I took a limp up and down the hallway to see if that would ease her temper.

Took the medications, with an extra Codeine Phosphate 30g and did the Health Checks, then hobbled up and down the hall again.

Something was shoved through the letterbox, one of the famous ‘Notes’ we get here, you know. Hehehe! I opened the door seconds later to find nobody there? He or she was quick!

I saw that the illegal and not allowed unless you are someone unique, doormat was still there.

So, we have Bats in the Belfrey? Some rare ones apparently too. I wondered if, by the ‘Removing Render’, they mean the cladding outside or the air vent slots to the kitchen?

I settled in the £300 second-hand recliner. Got a Boon DVD on and the landline tone chirped up. There was no way Hilda would let me get out of the chair in time to answer it, but I tried – and then Dizzy Dennis attacked.

I actually considered whether or not to press my Wrist Alarm Button for a while. Glad I didn’t, because the dizzies eased off after half an hour. But I don’t think I had much kipping. It seemed every time I lifted more than moved the right leg, Hippy Hilda didn’t give me some jip! Fingers crossed on this. I would have risked another painkiller, but the agony of getting out of the chair to the kitchen dissuaded me. Hehe!

Oddly, even with the pains, I stayed awake and watched three episodes of the Boon DVD, and really enjoyed them. So as not to get up again and bother Hilda, when the disc ended, I put on the TV as I still could not get to sleep. I managed the odd minute or two but would wake up again, watch TV, nod-off, wake up… Humph! Gave up at 0005hrs and boy, the pain getting out of the recliners, yet half an hour later it had eased?

Taketh care all, and try to have a fantastic holiday period if you can manage it!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 21st December 2017: Mixed sort of day – the Winwood Tenants Social Hour went well

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Thursday 21st December 2017

Macedonian: Четврток 21 декември 2017

0215hrs: Woke feeling so tired after little sleep. Yet I got out of the £300 second-hand recliner without much bother, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis had both calmed down after last night’s farce with the Whoopsiedangleplops, and I was off hobbling to the Porcelain Throne.

Another longish session and I had to clean up Little Inchy again, a contumelious affair.

I got the computer going, and then did the Health Checks and took the medications. All seemed okay.

Had to go back to the Porcelain Throne again. The book came in handy, half a chapter read.

Made a brew of tea and took a photographicalisation from the kitchen window. As I hung out of the frame into the morning mist, it did not seem too cold.

I had a period of annoying ingeminating. No idea why, but I kept getting up from the computer to see if I’d left the tap on in the wet room, then later I checked to make sure of the faucets in the kitchen. And, to see if I had left on the stove. Unnerving few minutes that, I just felt I had to make sure?

Back to sorting the Wednesday diary and got it finished, then began this one.

Went on WordPress Reader.

Did some Facebooking and then closed down the computer and got on with the ablutions. Good shower shave and sugar! Is that the time? I must rush. Hehe! Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy, not bleeding. Hippy Hilda and Arthur still giving me unpleasant grief.

Got the nibbles and raffle prizes in the bag and set off. I had a limp around the back of the block. Passing the end garages and up the side path to Woodthorpe Grange Park. Well, I say up it, I got so far in the mud and realised I could not get back safely after a few yards.

I turned and involuntarily slid most of the way back down again.

So I took a photographicalisation of the building from the bottom of the incline being as I could not get back up again.

Arthur and Hilda were most displeased with my actions, me too!

The workmen were up on their amazingly constructed hoist grafting away again.

I think they break for the holidays tomorrow, Mary told me last week, and surprisingly I remembered. Of course, I might be wrong. Haha!

I took another picture from the front end corner. My window is the one underneath the platform.

I poddled along painfully in the mud covered road of Chestnut Walk towards the hut known as the Obergruppenfureresses Offices and Winwood Tenants Social Shed.

Passing the picturesque, warped, bird-phoo covered stained Old Peoples bench. I took a shot of it, and as I did I thought I saw something moving on the seat planks, so I zoomed in and took a close-up. What is that between the planks sticking up? I added it, to show-off and for a bit of fun. Naughty Inchcock! Hehehe!

The tenants seemed to me in a good mood today, most of them. May (Who had lost her husband.) was bearing up well, bless her. Bill (William on Sundays) reminded me of myself, confused. Haha! Jenny was hard at work, as usual, keeping the tenants updated on things, making tea and supplying nibbles supplied by May, and a sausage roll and mince pie for each of us. She looked particularly attractive this morning. BJ arrived later, and was in a talkative mood, and seemed fitter today. I enjoyed seeing that.

I handed out the nibbles and put the raffle prizes on the trolley. One or two residents even helped me with the crossword. BJ and Jenny both helped me finish the one I was doing. Good people!

I decided to go to town and Tesco, to get another Pork Hock, Part-baked cobs, fresh bread and milk.

Said my farewells and out to the bus stop. Where a few others were already there. Nora, the amiable and sociable lady, got on the bus with me, and we chatted about the old times en route. I felt so happy at that moment.

I got off and crossed the road then walked up to the Tesco Store. I spent a good while plodding around and just perusing what was on offer. Then I pulled myself together and sought the products I had gone there to buy. Ended up getting; Flatbread, four part-baked packets of various types of cobs, another Pork Knuckle, two lemon curd yoghourts and a baking potato. I forgot the milk, Tsk!

Paid the young lady who served me with the minimum of verbal contact and an expression that said two things. One, “I don’t want to be here!” and two, “Why did you come to my checkout, you old fart!” – Not the quality of insults, objectionable sneers and twisted lips like the Lidl staff, though. But maybe she is new and will learn later. She indeed was not a complete nescient, like those that Lidl obviously train-up, encourage and employ.

She gave me my change, loosely in the vicinity of my hand. I thanked her and wished her all the best for the holidays, getting a look up and down from her, but no words in reply.

With the weight of the bags, the pains from the ailments got pretty bad as I left and made my way towards the home bus stop for home.

I walked down King Street and took these pictures of the happy, contented, kind, caring, contented Nottinghamians.

I struggled up Queen Street to the L9 terminus and waited. The accompaniment of two youths having a raging argument outside the post office doors hardly stopped the ankle-snappers screaming demanding something or other, using false tears for  Christmas from their Mother. As she dropped fag ash on them while on her mobile phone and ignoring both kids.

Each party soon moved on and away. Thankfully. All this to the feint dulcet tones of; ♫ O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, Come and behold Him, Born the King of Angels, O come, let us adore Him… ♫, lingering in the background.

I was imbroglio minded, after seeing and hearing this performance. There seemed to be a lot of prostaks about today?

The bus arrived and departed early, me being the only passenger.

Near the Milton Street junction lights, a private hire taxi nearly hit the bus!

At the next stop a lady tenant, another nice-natured one, I think her name is Brenda, from the 11th floor got on the bus.

We had a good long natter en route home.

I struggled with the bags on the way to the apartment. Brenda got off on the eleventh floor and bade me farewell and an enjoyable holiday. I returned my best wishes to her.

Got in the flat and had a wee-wee. Checked on Little Inchy, some blood had leaked, but not a lot, as that magician used to say.

Put the fodder away and got on the computer to update this twollop.

Three hours later, with Hippy Hilda having calmed down now, I went to the Morrisons site to do an order. Got it in for next Thursday. Remembered milk, Scottish Plain bread and mini-rolls.

Feeling so tired now.

Health Checks and medications were taken.

Sorted the Nosh; Pork Knuckle, tiny tomatoes potato chips, tomato sandwiches and BBQ sauce, fresh orange juice and lemon mousse to follow. If it were not for the incredibly-tasteless Tesco in-store baked bread, it would have been 100%. Shame!

Dizzy Dennis visited me severely, but Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda both eased off.

I put the TV on to watch some Law & Order, but I dropped off into a dream filled sleep at the first set of commercials.

I wish I could recall the content of these nightmares, but only an imprecise, vague impression of my being powerless lingered in the grey-cells.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 20th December 2017: Whoopsiedangleplop Wednesday – Never had so many before! Tsk!

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Wednesday 20th December 2017

 Yiddish: 2017 מיטוואך 20 דעצעמבער

 0205hrs: The hemerine task of stirring into life, took on a new meaning this morning. For a few moments, I was not sure if I was still asleep or dreaming, as a sense of being found its way through the mind and homarine-like body… I saw myself running my hands over the bulbous stomach and fluid filled legs on the £300 second-hand recliner. Collecting, or gathering the brick-a-brack and debris that was scattered around my mass on the chair. The torch, a pen and a pencil, the screwed up notepad, the spectacles, hearing aids, a spoon, an empty cheese nibbles bag, and perhaps most surprisingly the Leningrad book I’ve been keeping in the wet-room and reading during difficult Porcelain Throne evacuations?

This concerned me. As I could not recall any dreaming or going to the WC at all. So I disentangled myself from the recliner and had a look on the wetroom. Nothing seemed out of place or different, apart from the book not being in its usual place. I wandered back to the front room and got the computer going. Hilda Hips was kinder to me this morning, and Duodenal Donald nae bothers at all to me at this moment.

Visited the kitchen to make a brew and found the medicine drawers open, and the washing bowls stacked differently?

Also, the Robin cardboard mat that Sister Jane left was on the tray on the counter?

Perplexed just a tad. Had I been sleep-walking?

Got the Health Checks done and took the morning medications.

Checking the fridge and cupboards revealed nothing untoward or malapropos there. It did remind me of the Morrison delivery due today. I checked on the computer, it is expected twixt 1200 > 1300hrs. I might have a walk to the chemists early to get the prescriptions if they are ready. It’ll be a good exercise for Arthur Itis and Hippy Hilda anyway.

I’d left the mug of tea to get cold, so brewed another one. Making this failed attempt at making a panoramic photo of the appealing skyline.

This gave me an idea for a quick rhyme about my sudden morning thoughts prompted by this picture. I stopped and made it and posted it off to WordPress and Facebook. It might gerra laugh or two.

0444hrs: Got up to here with the creating of this page. Then went on WordPress Reader.

Watched some traffic videos on YouTube, before tackling the ablutions.

Stripping off to have a shave and do the teggies, and discovered the jammy-bottoms were covered with splattered blood. Little Inchies Melanoma infection was leaking again. Tsk! After so long without any problems too!

I’d still got some of the Daktacort cream that was in-date, and cleaned and medicated the area.

Got the warm clothing on and set off, after checking I had not forgotten anything.

Getting out of the lift, and oh-dearie me, what a mess the carpeting was in! The caretakers, poor things will have a dickie-fit each when they see this!

Found out I had not taken the camera with me when I was walking down the road, Huh! Had a natter with a few tenants as they were waiting for the bus. Then pressed on, feeling quite good as I ambled down the Winchester Street hill.

Very had an Accifauxpa at the end of Chestnut Walk. The vehicles had apparently been parking on the grass verge, which is no longer recognisable as a lawn. More a sort of quagmire. For some reason, the Sir Conan Doyle’s Beast of Grimpen mire came to mind.

I managed to get a half-decent photograph of the allotments on the corner of Chestnut Walk and Winchester Stree hilltop.

I thought I might catch a glimpse of my lovely next-door neighbour Josie on her plot. Not that I know which one it is mind. I failed to spot her.

About a third of the way down, both Arthur Itis (Right knee) and Hippy (Right joint) Hilda, joined forces to give me more anguish than they have ever done before.

I think my body is disintegrating. Hehe!

Through the side streets and onto Mansfield Road, I had to manoeuvre my way through the dustbins and pavement parked cars. I know I’d be nequient in coming up with a solution. Other than maybe banning all but emergency and vehicular service movement, and shooting any pavement cyclists! No, no, perhaps not! Haha!

Not that the drivers have much of an option, there are no garages built into the housing and the road is very narrow indeed. Perhaps Mrs May could sort it out after she finished her cover-up of the Grenfell fire and the Brexit negotiations? That’ll be too late for me of course, I’ll be long gone by that time. Hehehe!

With the ailments on-form, it took me about twice as long as it usually would have to get to the chemist.

The weather was unexpectedly warm, almost pleasant to walk, if it wasn’t for Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis, of course. Bit of hassle as I approached the shops.

A youthful Nottingham Pavement Cyclist belted passed me very close and then proceeded to weave at speed through some other pedestrians. Naughty Boy!

Eventually, I got to the pharmacy and joined the queue. Found out the prescriptions had not arrived yet and told to return next Friday. I mumbled in agreement, tutted at me for getting the date wrong again, and left.

Down and into the Lidl Store. Hippy Hilda was even worse now.

I got a chocolate bar for myself. Luxury Lemon Yoghourt for myself, and a packet of mini sausages in bacon… for myself! Grand!

Paid at the self-serve tills and made an error! I put one of the yoghourts through the code-reader twice. A very helpful chap was summoned to assist. His twist of his lips and sneer told me he was an experienced Lidl operative. One doesn’t display a professional contumelious nature like that, without the expert ‘Sod-the-older-customers-they-don’t-buy-much’ Lidl training! I felt about a foot less in height and thoroughly valueless by the time he’s sorted me out. I’m thinking of voting for him as Lidl Operative of the Year. A true nasty Nottingham Lidl nihilist. Try saying that when you’ve had a few, Hehe!

Out to catch the bus back into Sherwood. Dropped off the bus and wondered what the time was as I’d forgot the mobile to use. Crossed over the pelican lights and into the Nottingham Hospice Shop and gave the lady some nibbles for the staff for Christmas. I got a look of total amazement back, and she said: “For us?” Yes, I replied. “Oh!”

And that was it, off out to the bus stop. Where tenants Frank was having a fag in a nook, and Welsh Bill joined us later.

Hilda Hippy seemed to be no better but not any worse.

When w got off the bus, everyone dispersed. I got into the flat, had a wee-wee and put the purchases in the fridge. Then got the computer on to update this diary.

The Morrison came an hour or so later, he seemed in a good mood, bless him. He took the shopping through to the kitchen for me, telling me I did not look very well. I gave him a box of Terry’s Chocolates, wished him all the best and thanked him.

I got the nosh prepared. Did no cooking at all tonight.

Sadly, due to my cock-up in not ordering the Scottish Plain Bread from Morrisons, (I could kick myself for that!). And also forgetting to take the bread I’ve got in the freezer out, I managed with some wholemeal flatbread with sliced tomatoes, stilton cheese, chestnuts, horrible tasting BBQ chicken legs and some seaweed soya nibbles. A lemon mousse and a large mug of clementine juice completed the tray of fodder.

It turned out in my favour that I had an unheated meal; No sooner had I sat down to eat it, the innards summoned me to the Porcelain Throne. A long chapter and a half of the book reading session. Then the cleansing routine during which I saw that Little Inchy was again bleeding, so had a medicationalisationing period. Got some fresh nightwear on, and back to the £300 second-hand recliner to try again with the consumption of the salad.

Then it dawned on me that I’d left the Wrist Alarm in the wet room. I struggled out of the chair again and retrieved it from the WC top and back to the recliner.

After just two mouthfuls of the meal, the landline phone tone rang out. I got the food tray onto the next chair, lowered the recliner and with much bother from Hippy Hilda, I managed to get up and over to the phone – which stopped ringing as I got to within inches of it!

In pain now from Hilda, I started again on the fodder. The  Strobe Fire alarm and Pillow-Shaker then activated! I just had to check of course, despite the six previous false alarms I’d had with this system in the last three weeks Humph! So, I dismounted the chair and checked the outside for emergency vehicles, the door handle for any heat, there was none, so went into the sub-hall and listened for any activations, there wasn’t any. Annoyed and in pain now, I returned to the chair.

This seemingly Aeonian series of the Whoopsiedangleplops continued. Another ten minutes or so into the meal, and I felt the warm wet glow from the lower regions and had to return to the wet-room and clean-up and apply some more Daktacort cream.

Cleaned up and returned to the chair and managed to finish the meal. But afterwards, I could not settle, I seemed to be waiting for the next faux pas.

It was ridiculously late by the time I managed to nod-off. Grittlesperks and Huh!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 19th December 2017: Long day, Whoopsiedangleplops and an Imbroglio. Tsk!

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Tuesday 19th December 2017

Zulu: NgoLwesibili 19 Disemba 2017

2350hrs: I woke with a start and lay there a few moments pondering on why none of the ailments seemed to be giving me any hassle. Then I appreciated and was grateful for this situation.

I remembered that Brother-in-Law Pete had sent some photographs via Email, and dislodged my fearsomely growing ever fatter torso from the £300 second-hand recliner. Turned on the computer ready to download the photographicalisations later, then into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

En route, Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald both belatedly started kicking off. Tsk!

Not such good readings this morning I thought, compared to yesterday morning Sys and Dia were creeping up a tad. But, I’ve had worse I guess. And other than Donald and Hilda, things seemed fine, so no complaints.

While in the kitchen, I noticed I’d left the dish and cutlery in the washing up bowl soaking, so thought I’d get them appropriately washed. Worra Day! I dropped the deep dish while drying it; What a mess, bits of crockery all over the place and a bruised toe to-boot! I believe I might have said something like “Oh, what a shame!”, Hehehe! Cleaned it up, put away the medical equipment, made another mug of tea, and got on the computer.

I downloaded the photo’s from Pete that he took at the flat yesterday. This one I kept to use as a page header on WordPress messages and might try it on Facebook.

I took a second picture of outside.

The fog had got a mite worse. But I still felt I ought to go out today, to get some exercise in for Hippy Hilda, who was again playing me up. MAybe I could go to the Nottingham Arboretum and feed the ducks. I could go to town and back on the bus, and get a decent hobble about the pastures, pond, trees and the Chinese gun we still haven’t given them back. In the Crimean War of 1854-6, some cannon guns were taken at Sebastopol, and two of them were sent to Nottingham and mounted, and a heap of balls added. Yes, I think I’ll try to get some photographs of them too. That’ll be a good workout for Hilda, climbing up the hill to get to the site. See, I can occasionally make decisions. Proof that I am not always equivocal, uncertain, unsure, doubtful, indecisive, inconclusive, irresolute, vacillating, fickle or in two minds. I say with a hesitant voice, Haha!

Summoned to the Porcelain Throne, I got through a good bit of the Leningrad book. A particularly harrowing chapter of how the population were struggling for food and dying where they fell over through fatigue. I pray nothing like this happens ever again.

I think that Trotsky Terence may be returning again.

Eventually, I got the post for yesterday finished, then started on this one.

Went to the WordPress reader.

Did some Facebooking.

Then onto CorelDraw to make a few more day headers.

Did a TFZer Humour Graphic.

TFZers, Wanda, Gladys & Andy, with one TFZer falling down to visit them in the background?

I hope the funny side is seen in this one.

Closed everything down and got the ablutions tended to.

The view outside of the sky was particularly appealing.

The various shades of blue and greys I thought were different to what they would typically be.

Got adorned in warm clothing. Took the bin bags to the rubbish chute.

Got the charity food bag ready, blooming heavy it was too.

The tins and bottles at the bottom proved to be a burden I could have done without. Hehe!

I departed and got down the lift and out along to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut.

Mary, Welsh Bill, Doreen and two other tenants were in there, and the gossip was not good! Three of the five, who each had already had their heaters fitted, found their electricity bills had… wait for it… DOUBLED!  Fretting and worrying Mode was adopted! Roy and his better-half have turned theirs off, just too expensive to run them. They have gone back to using oil filled radiators?

Scaringly, I heard a lady say she used candles near her leaky window to take the edge off of the draught!!!

Out and awaited the buses arrival. When the City bound arrived first, only three of us got on it. And more bad news from the driver. Because the route had changed from last year, they were struggling to get anywhere near the correct times allocated, on every trip bar the first one. Oh, dear!

Got the crossword book out en route.

Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and went straight to the Mission Cafe, and gave the girls their bag of fodder for Christmas.

Then next door to the Wilko Store. Yesterday, Jane told me I needed to keep the tea bags in an airtight container, so I bought some as I was buying a replacement for the pot bowl I dropped and smashed. Tsk, worra day today! The feet and Hippy Hilda were both in a foul mood with me, too.

Over the road and the Tesco Store. Determined to buy only some Pork Knuckle if it had a decent shelf-life on it, Tomato Cooking Sauce and some Part-baked rolls. I left with pork knuckles, fresh air spray and seaweed, forgetting all about the part-baked rolls until I got home. Humph! Still, I might have ordered some from Morrisons, I think the Christmas order I did should arrive tomorrow, I’ll have to check it later. (He says to himself knowing fully that he’ll not remember)

The state of my feet decided me not to even think about walking up to the arboretum to see the mallards today.

I left the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) with a distinct feeling I was being watched?

I went along Milton Street and over the road into Clumber Street.

The welcoming sight of the boarded up bankrupt retail outlets greeted me as I got over the road and ventured bravely down the pedestrian street.

An event took place here that is worthy of a little Anecdotum, I think.

The sun came out, and I thought I’d tuck myself in a disused doorway to take a shot at getting a ‘Moody’ one taken.

I was using the viewfinder, and I got a knock from behind, and called an Old fart for stopping like that! I resisted mentioning his eye, nose and earrings.

I repositioned myself and took the one above, and the gentleman hit me with his shopping trolley as he passed by! As I said earlier, Worra Day! Hehe!

Undaunted, I made my way to the Slab Square to take some pictures.

In the centre of the attractions, I stood and tool one from the left, one in front and one to the right. Not many folks about yet?

The two youngsters on the Swinging Chairs were not impressed with it much. Poor things looked bored stiff, bless them.

I walked to the far end and out of the melee, planning to go to the Pound World shop to see if they had any Payne’s Misshaped Chocolate Brazils in stock, that was the idea anyway.

I noticed the time on the Little John clock above the Council House. I could catch a bus, assuming it was on time, back to the flats, due in nine minutes. It would take me about that long to get to the bus stop, so I made my way there. Limping along nicely.

Nearly at the stop up Queen Street, and the bus arrived early, I got on, and he left four minutes or so too soon. Naturally, due to this, he did not pick many passengers up en route. When he got to Mapperley Rise, a man and woman got on, and boy did she give the driver some verbals! Shouting at him for being early and giving him looks that should really have killed the poor sod.

I was glad when we arrived at Chestnut Walk a few minutes later, I can tell yer. Hehe! Worra Day!

As I hobbled along, I heard horns pipping and raised voices behind me. So I turned to have a look.

A small queue of traffic had accumulated. Tenants vehicles waiting to get out, a delivery van and collection ambulance wanting to get in, and the bus I arrived on stuck in the middle!

By the time he gets to turn around the garages and out, he will not be early anymore. Worra Day!

The workmen were busy making a start on someone’s balcony – hello, they are on the 12th floor doing Malcolm’s flat. Malcolm (I think that’s his name, grand bloke), who already has had his heaters put in, and has replaced his doormat outside his door when others get threats of eviction if they do it… What going on here? Just who is this Malcolm? Has he got connections? Hehehe! Nice chap really, I like him.

Onwards, I painfully limped inside and up to the apartment.

Oddly, there was no demand for the Porcelain Throne usage or a wee-wee?

I got the fodder put away. Got the kettle on and put some potatoes in the slow-cooker.

The noise was horrendous again from Malcolm’s flat where the builders were busy doing his balcony. No point in complaining, it has to be done.

The confidence in their work has taken a bashing with all the complaints about the heaters already installed not working, costing double to run, or both. Will the balconies be safe? Will the new windows fall out? Why did we not get the same type of radiators that the SNeinton Flats got? You just turn on or off. The cost of running them is far less than the old ones, and don’t have to programme them? The heat is instantaneous when they turn them on? Does, back-handers come into the equation? Haha!

Not my words, I heard all of the above statements this morning in the shed and at the bus stop!

Got the new bowl come dish washed ready for use later. It cost 100% more than the last one!

Got the computer on to do the updating of this rubbish.

And guess what happened. Don’t bother, I’ll tell you.

Between British Gas overcharging. Losing faith with the heaters farce. Breaking Pottery. Hippy Hilda. The Plates-of-meat and the memory going, I’m getting down again. Hehehe!

Took a photo of outside from a different angle while I was checking on the crock-pot potatoes.

Had a wee-wee.

Tried the internet and it was back on. Amazing!

A bit late, but I remembered to take the medications and do the Health Checks tonight.

Went on CorelDraw to do what I think is one of my best efforts at a TFZer Funny Graphic. With the comment: “We’ve come up with a way to stop you missing your
morning medications, Mr Chambers. We’ve combined them all in one capsule!”

Took another photo of the evening sky and then got the bread in the oven.

TV turned on and a perusal of the magazine programmes available tonight for me to fall asleep to while trying to watch them.

MAny showing that I fancied looking at, Law & Order, History documentary and The Persuaders.

T’was an absolutely alimental, Ambrosia-like meal. Cobs out of the warm oven, sliced tomatoes and bacon baguette and two small cobs, small boiled in balsamic vinegar water potatoes, Cox’s apple, lemon curd yoghourt and a large mug of clementine juice.

Bootifull!

Got up for a wee-wee and took yet another picture from the kitchen window

An amazing strip of almost luminescant orange and reds ran along the skyline.

I was admiring this scene for a few moments after taking the picture, started to question whether there was a God after all: And dropped the Lumix camera. The aperture opening sticks now, and I have to encourage the thin metal lens surrounds to open fully. That’ll teach me to have deep thoughts! Tsk!

I got through an entire episode, including the commercial breaks, of Law & Order. Then I was off into the land of Nod!

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Monday 18th December 2017: Sister Jane and Hubby Pete came to inspect the flat. Hehe!

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Monday 18th December 2017

Corsican: Lunedì 18 Dicembre 2017

0105hrs: This mornings expergefaction brought with it, confusion. Why was I half hanging out of the £300 second-hand recliner, that had mysteriously moved a few inches away from the old armchair next to it? The stomach was growling, Hippy Hilda horrendously painful, chest pangs and twinges. Feeling a little Dizzy Dennis visitation, one sock on – the other later found in the waste bin. Limbs aching. Lower back, shoulders and legs and Duodenal Donald dementedly angry with me. Yet, no Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis or Hernia Henry hassle?

I rearranged my semi-mangled limbs into a semblance of where they should be. I could remember no dreams whatever? Then a new pain started the moment I tried to move out of the chair, right chest, half-way down the ribs. I put this down to the contorted physical position I’d gotten myself into overnight.

I left the disarranged mess in the front room and limped off to the kitchen, in a bit of a haze. Did the Health Checks and took the medications – found I’d missed the last night ones, so just took a Magnesium, Warfarin and Simvastatin from them, with the morning ones, to avoid repetition.

On the computer to update the Health log with last weeks results. Which came out only a little different tot he previous weeks, although the Sys and Dia a few points up.

Then did this morning’s checks.

Responded to the rumbling innards and called at the Porcelain Throne. I think that Trotsky Terence is trying to fight back at Constipation Conrad again now. Resulting in a half-half session. Tsk! During which I had flash-back of a tiny bit of a dream I’d had, I was in London (I assumed) walking around the streets of Belvedere houses, chambers and bowls of natural body waste being thrown out of the upper windows, aimed at me. But the vision in my mind ceased within seconds?

On the computer to finish yesterdays blog off.

Made a mug of Breakfast Tea, then started this template going. The stomach still rumbling.

Went to the WordPress Reader.

0322hrs: Remembered I had the laundry to do. Assembled it and down and got it started.

Back up the lift and set the timer, and back on Facebooking.

The Notice Board had been prettified for the season of good-will.

Back to Facebooking again.

Half an hour later, returned to the laundry room to move the clothing from washer to dryer.

Some naughty pensioner had not cleaned out the filter on the drying machine.

 

Once more, back up in the elevator to the mini-apartment. CorelDraw used to start another TFZer graphic.

Down to collect the dried-laundry.

A lot of fluff came out of the filter afterwards.

Folded and collated the things and got them in the big bag.

Wiped around and sprayed the covers and doors.

Then I popped outside to take a photograph, and found that it was warmer out there than it was in the flat upstairs?

Despite there being a bit of frost on some of the car windscreens.

Gathered the bag and went back up to dwellings.

Stored the togs away and checked the bag of goodies for Jane and Pete. Another load in the fridge I must not forget about when they arrive

WordPress was still not doing anything but let me write on it. Would not save? Had to turn everything off and start again. Luckily this did the trick, and it is working once more.

I got some nibbles, made another brew and watched some YouTube crash videos.

Took a photo of the turning-colourful sky, and check to see if there were any Parking Spaces, to let Pete know when I ring him later.

Got the ablutions tended to. Nice deep slow shower, not cuts while shaving, no bleeding from anywhere like rear-end or teggies’

Sorted the rubbish bags out and took them to the chute, and went down with some jars for the recycling bin. I noticed in the lift on the way down, it looked like some graffiti had been cleaned off the wall?

I also spotted that they had put down some sand-salt outside. Bless the workers, very kindly indeed.

0900hrs: It actually appeared so much colder now, compared to what it felt at 0300hrs? Odd that. I’d thought I might have time to nop up to Aldi and get back in time for Jane and Pete, but if the hill is going to be icy, I decided to catch the bus up and walk home.

So I got ready and hobbled to the bus stop.

Arrived at the bus stop and had a chinwag and laugh with some other tenants. Dished out some chocolate coins. Two of them told me that the heaters do not work unless you have them all going?

I only rode for five bus stops up to the top of the hill. Said my farewells to the others and alighted the vehicle, and walked along Woodborough Road to the Aldi store.

The pavements were a bit dodgy with the ice en route, but I got there alright.

Got some cooked chicken legs, oven potatoes, part-baked baguettes and rolls to last over the break, vine tomatoes, a Melton Mowbray Pork Pie and a lemon curd yoghourt. I forgot to get the tinned tomatoes, though. Tsk!

Paid and left, walking along the top and down Winchester Street Hill towards the flats.

Very dicey manoeuvring over the ice as I descended the incline.

Hippy Hilda was the only hassle, but she was not in a good mood at all with me. By the time I approached the bock of flats, I was thinking about taking an extra pain-killer when I got indoors. Which I did.

The standing water was still frozen near to the builders compound top gate.

Got in the apartment and put the food away.

Made a brew and onto the computer and updated this twallop.

The tea went cold, so I went to make another mug.

For a bit of fun, I took a picture of the parking outside below, and sent a copy to Janet, telling her there were two free spaces available. I thought it might amuse her and Pete, then again, just maybe not.

Hehehe!

Opened Corel Draw, to start making some more funny page headers while I awaited their arrival.

Looked out and saw Jane & Pete arriving on site. I recorded this cause I might use it for blackmail at a later date:

When they got into the flat, I soon learnt, I should eat pasta, not bacon with the tomatoes in the pan, the kitchen was too full, the colour in the hall was the wrong one,  my spectacles that Pete used were not the right ones for him. My nose was running again, and the jumper I had on was the wrong colour for me. I’m only joking! Hehe!

Jane gave me a short coat that a friend who had passed away left. Nice and warm when I tried it on, right for summer or wearing in the flat on a cold night.

We exchanged stuff. Both had been to see another relative Mary earlier in the day (I think) and this bought guilt back to me a little. Mary’s husband had the same heart operation as I did, a week before me. And he passed away a week or so later. I took a lot of getting over that I should survive, and a family man with a beautiful wife, who I adored and kids that were more like friends had to die.

Chinwagged a lot, a few laughs along the way. Hippy Hilda was giving me a lot of pain, I think I hid it well, I didn’t want to bring down the rare light-heartedness that was prevalent, and I was enjoying.

Pete tried to download the photos he’d clandestinely taken to the computer. I got myself in a pickle trying to get the Wi-fi to pick them up, panicked and gave up. (Sad innit?)

They departed. I felt a little low. And as I was about to get the camera to take shots of their leaving from the kitchen window – an urgent call to the Porcelain Throne had to be responded to. Tsk!

Health Checks – medications taken.

Pasta Tomato sauce with mushrooms and bacon nosh. Enjoyed this. Put the dishes in the bowl to soak.

The energy soon drained from my grey-cells and body, and I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch a Boon DVD episode.

Turned over to the TV after and drifted off into much-needed sleep. The phone rang, I managed to escape the recliner and get to the phone in time. Pete had found a way to send me the photographs he took on his new SmartPhone and had sent me them via Email.

I’ll get them sorted in the morning.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 17th December 2017

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Sunday 17th December 2017

Scottish Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 17 Dùbhlachd 2017

0035hrs: Woken up by the ‘Herbert’ living above me as he banged and clattered bout. It didn’t last for long, but the damage had been done, and I was wide-awake. Always the same on the weekends. Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana had spoken with him about this after several other complaints, but he continues making the noise, especially on the weekends, every Saturday and Sunday! I know I’m not the only one being pestered by this. But, what can we do? Maybe a visit up to his flat and a polite discussion – that would be beyond me and risky.

The only effects as far as I could tell, from the mini-marathon hobble yesterday, after hauling my overweight body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner, was oddly enough cramp in the fingers and hands? And Hilda Hippy feeling a little stiff. I know, it does not make sense, somewhat enigmatical.

My mental legerity seemed in top-form this morning, but I was still annoyed at not being able to recall the dreams I knew I’d had.

Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks and got the kettle on.

The Sys and Dia had gone back up again, Pulse as well, at least I knew the metal heart valve was still ticking over. Hehe!

Took the medications and made up another week set of pot doses.

Then the time arrived for another attempt at making use of the Porcelain Throne. I settled and automatically reached for the Leningrad book, but the fingers got an Arthur Itis and Cramp Craig visit and turning over the pages and holding the book became beyond my capabilities. Not that it mattered, because I did not have time to do any reading, as things moved and evacuated painfully, but with much swiftness.

I had the camera in my dressing gown pocket, and although a struggle with only one useable hand, I managed to photograph the warped hand and digits. Seconds later, the limbs returned to normal. Another perplexity to ponder over.

The tea had gone cold so, I went to make another one.

It was not very warm this morning again. But I opened the window and leant out to take this shot of the ‘Noisy One’s flat’ above me. When I saw how bright his lights were compared to mine below, I couldn’t help my imagination-urge off on its own at this stage.

Was he a reincarnation of Frankenstein? Was he creating another somewhat grotesque, but sapient creature in an unorthodox scientific experiment?

Getting this unexpected inspiration, I just had to get the computer on and modify the original picture.

I wondered why my lights kept dipping? Hehehe!

Back to make the brew again, and the distant view caught my eye.

All those people out there, getting sozzled, housebreaking, stealing cars, doing drug deals, shoplifting, worrying, starving, sleeping, scared, lonely, injecting drugs, on there mobile phones and internet, waiting for operations, hiding from the customs and police, dreading going to work on Monday, homeless, desperate, greedy, wealthy, proletariat, jealous, aggressive, tall, short, fat, thin, poorly, noisy, hoping, sarcastic, uncaring, … Oh dear, I got carried away there. Sorry.

It must have been freezing out there, for the people’s vehicles below were well covered in frost.

For some reason, I remembered the Woodthorpe Grange Park flower shop had an open day today. As long as it warms up a little, I’d like to take the camera and have a hobble up there later and have a look in the Tropical Plant house,

I feel in an odd mood this morning.

Went to the WordPress Reader.

I returned to the kitchen to look outside to see if it was getting any warmer outside, trod on the brush and pan and the brush shot off and hit me in the privates! By gum, it made me jump!

Made another mug of tea to replace what must have been the third cup that I’d let go cold.

On to Facebook.

Checked the Emails.

While doing this, about 0500hrs, I pandiculated and caught a view through the window, and was amazed that I could see no lights on the outside? Inevitably a power cut would have cut us off in the flats as well?

I went off again to the kitchen window to investigate. A right pea-souper had fallen on us. This made me rethink about going out up through the park to the Tropical Gardens after-all.

Compare this one with the earlier one above that I took three hours or so ago.

Made yet another mug of tea, a small one, though. Used the English Breakfast tea-bag, let it brew for ages, very nice and tasty.

Then decided to make up some templates to use on later dairies, to keep ahead of the game. Not too happy with them, might have to tweak the graphics later.

CorelDraw, working on a TFZer graphic.

I made this basic graphics and was unsure which of the delightful TFZer gals to use in it. So, I went on the TFZer file and clicked blindly on the page, and as luck would have it, I got Jillie from Australia to use. And she had mentioned chocolate in a comment this very morning. Perfick!

I had the time, so I made another graphicalisation for the site. I’m on a roll lately with these.

Four hours later, I got it finished.

Got it sent off to the TFZ site.

Got the nosh sorted out.

Sat down to eat it and had a ‘Funny Turn’. I hate these, when everything seems to be a dream, things get muddled in the head and appear to know this but can do nothing about it but wait for the fog to clear.

Brother-in-Law Pete rang, he and Jane are passing nearby in the car tomorrow and will call in to see me, 1130ish I think. I did not make any notes, but I am sure of this. His voice kept fading as he spoke.

I found myself washing the pots as I came out of, the Stupour is a suitable word I think, indeed, a better description than ‘Funny Turn’.

I put the TV on, well, a DVD. I’d nodded off in seconds I reckon. But kept waking up so often it was unreal, but always kept floating away again.