The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe

Inchcock Today – Thursday 2nd November 2017:

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Thursday 2nd November 2017

0310hrs: The grossly wobbly body regenerated into imitation life and waited a few moments for the brain to energise and join it.

I had to absquatulate the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee. The innards still brewing as they had been all night, giving Reflux Roger the opportunity to provide me with much hassle. Although, of more concern was Duodenal Donald this morning, very sharp stabbing pains from him. On the bright side, the teeth were no bother, nor were they bleeding anymore. Hemorrhoid Harold only the tiniest drop or two. Anne Gyna and Hippy Hilda in a generous mood, too.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications.

The emissions of wind from the lower regions persisted, I think that something is fermenting inside there in readiness to attack later. Hehe!

Turned everything off and rebooted, no good. Did it again after resetting the Virgin box, and it returned.

Got on with finishing off yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Checked the Calendar, Morrison Delivery twixt 0630 – 0730hrs, and the Social Hour today.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, apart from the evacuated product being rugby-ball shaped and reluctant, there was no bother.

Emails sorted. Then WordPress reading was done.

Did some Facebooking next. Facebook Froze!

The Morrison man arrived, and what a picklement in finding room for the fodder and stuff I’d ordered.

All this lot arrived and cost me only £41.99. (US$ 55.70).

And, no Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas putting them away today.

I may have got too many spuds in, though. Hehehe!

Still, they looked fresh so they might last a little longer.

I’m concerned that the fridge freezer may fall through the floor and down twelve stories to the lobby?

Got some fresh clementine juice instead of orange this week. Hope I like it.

I’d say I also overdone the cleaning materials I reckon.

Tsk!

After getting all the stuff away, including the 2X6 bags of Marmite Crisps, of which I already had nine packs in stock. What a Plonka I really am! I noticed how the weather had changed.

The mist had thickened and lowered.

When taking this picture hanging out of the window, and noticed the Bin Lorry in the Cul-de-sac in front of the flats, I thought I’d try a close-up of the truck and workers and post it on the TFZer site and ask if the refuge lorries look the same in Australia, Canada and America

It was a fair distance away, and this is as close as I could get and still keep the photo in some form of clarity.

As I closed the window shut, I got a shower of rainwater over me, the camera and clothes. Humph!

Limped into the wet room and dried me off.

Back on the computer to update this, and it was still very slow, stuttery.

Gave up with it and did the ablutions after checking the bag had the nibbles, Raffle Prizes and yoghourt pots in for Obergruppenfurheress Dean and Obergefreiteress Julie. They are so busy with all these upgrading problems, bless them.

Sorted out and took the bin bags to the rubbish chute.

Made sure I’d not left anything on that shouldn’t be and set out to the Windwood Huat and the Social Hour. Walked down with Mavis. Gave Wardens Deana and Julie their nibbles and treats. Into the main room and deposited the raffle Prizes on the tray.

Bill (William on Sundays sat opposite me, the woman from the Building Company (Moaning away) to my left. BJ arrived later and sat next to Bill. I took the nibble box around, and some of the residents (Three) actually spoke to me.

Bought my raffle tickets and gave them away. Did the crossword book. Bill and George helped me.

The Porcelain Throne was needed, so I departed a little earlier than usual back to the flat and the wet room.

Took this photo outside the hut, of the area between the blocks.

A fair bit of activity going on. The workmen had finished putting the climbers onto the walls of our building. You can see them clearly now on Woodthorpe Court sides in the second photograph I took.

Got in and up to the apartment post-haste and into the wet-room for what turned out to be only a winds releasing session and wee-wee. Hehe!

Checked the big spud in the Crock-Pot, t’was okay. Decided to have this potato sliced and put in the oven with s cheese slice on top of each portion. A tin of peas or beans and some smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce, surimi and perhaps a pickled egg?

Got the computer on and updated this rubbish.

Made a start on preparing some graphicalisationing on CorelDraw. One finalised and posted off.

Got the fodder served up.

Not too good on the teggies, (Cheesy boiled spuds) but flavoursome all the same.

The mackerel and surimi sticks tasted excellent!

Oh, and the Morrison 100% Clementine Juice was awesomesauce. Not so sweet as the orange one, bit of a tang to it.

Wee-wee, then I Fell asleep.

Medications taken, Health Checks were done. Temperature down, Weight up. (Tsk!)

Washing up the pots and got the point of the steak knife down a fingernail. I’m getting pretty adept at doing this lately.

Memory is hazy for the next few hours. I think all I did was nod-off and waking up.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 1st November 2017: Early, morning, afternoon and evening Whoopsiedangleplops, Humph!

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Wednesday 1st November 2017

Gujarati: બુધવાર 1 નવેમ્બર 2017

0045hrs: Woke up convinced it was a much later hour than it was. Spent a few moments trying to recall the dreams I knew I had had, without any luck.

A pleasing smell permeated the room as I lay there pondering on whether to attempt to escape the clutched of the £300 second-hand recliner. Then it belatedly dawned on me… I had forgotten about the potatoes cooking yesterday and had I left the Crock-Pot on?

A fumbling painfull few minutes as I disentangled my elephantine frame from the chair, and panic began to attack… A spilt part mug of orange juice and stubbed toe later, I got into the kitchen to check.

Yes, I had left the Crock-Pot on from 0830hrs yesterday until now! That’s about sixteen hours I think. The water had evaporated down to the level of the top spud. Phew! Could have been worse. I put some Germolene on the fingers I’d caught on the lid. Turned off the machine and left it to cool down. I’d put some Maggi seasoning in the pot yesterday around 0800hrs. The mix smelt so morish this morning. I hope I can get rid of the marks on the side of the porcelain pot, they look set-in to me. Tsk!

Had a wee-wee. Started the computer.

Made a mug of tea and got the Health Checks done and medications taken.

No hot water. from the tap? 

Whoopsiedangleplops infractions were starting early today. I’d left the faucet running in the wet-room after having my wee-wee!

Wot a Plonka! After all my recent ingeminating to try not to forget things, as well. I fear for my sanity.

Back to the computer, stubbed toe aching and Duodenal Donald kicking off, and forgot to take the tea with me. Finished off yesterdays post, then went to make another brew.

The sky looked dark and dank, and this was when I realised what time it was.

Still a beautiful view. The outline of the clouds and haziness of the moon.

I thought I heard a noise of something mechanic, grinding outside as I took this photo through the window.

So I opened it and took a look down. I could see nothing untoward. Even the resident’s vehicles looked to be parked up much straighter than usual. For some reason, while taking this photograph, (Possibly because Tim is an Ace photographer?) I remembered a ‘Song’ that Tim Price had written about my ailments and sent to me via the comments section: Here it is…

“Muted Man”
“76 Deep Vein Thrombosis in the morning sun
Followed by 110 capillaries right behind
There were more than a thousand bleeds, spurting out indeed
There were varicoses of ev’ry shape and kind.”

I thought this was so apt and funny. Cheered me up! Hehehe! Thanks, Tim.

Checked the Emails.

Sister Jane Emailed me a photograph of the last two of her Furries, Fooey and Alberto.

Asleep of course, bless them.

She’s having an x-ray on her neck next Tues 7th before the big toe op following Tues 14th.

WordPress reading was done next. By gum, that took hours today, so much good stuff out there.

Onto Facebook. Then a TFZer graphics.

Sandie, in her Halloween costume!

Then I spotted the boo-boo come  I’d made on yesterdays graphics. I’d posted a version of the above graphic, but one of those I saved during the process and not the last one. I’d missed Sandie, who I made transparent to let the flowers show through. I did feel bad. Burke!

Blimey 0800hrs already! Where did the eight hours go from when I got up?

I’d better get the ablutions done, in plenty of time for me to catch the 0930hrs bus to town for the optician’s visit.

The wet-room was flooded! I didn’t notice when I went in earlier, cause only the slippers got wet. What a mess! I stripped off sharpish got the mop and bucket and foolishly the thick kitchen towels and dived back in to try and sort it. The drain was not working and would not until the shower was turned on. I used up both towels in seconds and no signs of benefit. The large bath mat was saturated, so I picked it up and tried to wring it in the sink – this only got more mess and bits floating about. I put it in a bucket and moved it out, beyond salvation that is now. Still, it only cost me £5.99 from Wilko so I can get another one today if I catch the bus on time that is.

The drain under the top was grime ridden and gunky. Got down to clean it and the cap. Had a visit from Dennis Dizzy as I got back up. Things were not good. But I pressed on and eventually got it semi-sorted. Used the shower to move the dirt and bits to one place to get them lifted.

Left everything as it was, checked the electrics, taps, lights heaters etc. were all okay, and had a stand-up wash and shot off to catch the bus.

Only the one lift was working again.

As I left the foyer, some scaffolding (I think) was being delivered.

I could hear the thudding and banging noises again, like yesterday.

The working lads had started to erect some vast metal frames and beams where the new flats are to be constructed between the two current 1962 built ones are.

Clunk, bang thud-thud!

Onward I hobbled, Dennis Dizzy now departed entirely, nice that.

Caught the City Bound bus along with a few others from the flats. It took a long while to get there, and the poor driveress had cope with roadworks on Mapperley Top and heavy traffic to-boot.

Dropped off the bus and made my way into the Wilko Store. After a long search, I found the bath rugs with the towels. No idea why, but I bought a cloth the same colour as well as the carpet thingy. This one was a lot dearer at £7. Some Duracell batteries (used for the BP machine and little clocks), Mould Mildew spray and Muscle Power spray all ended up in the basket with the towel and mat.

Out and over to the Victoria Centre (Mall).

I called into WHSmith to peruse their diaries. But for what they were, the prices put me off. Further along, a saw a retail outlet called Card Factory and went in there.

So glad I did now. I got this one on the right for just £1!

Tickled pink, I plodded on to the Tesco Store. Where I got some baked beans with vegetarian sausages, mackerel in sauce, cheese slices and vine tomatoes. More money is gone, Tsk!

Out and through Trinity Square to the bus stop, as it worked out well I thought, only ten minutes and one would be due.

I spotted this ‘Herbert’ at the ATM, he never got off of this bike, and even I could hear the tinny noise coming from his earpieces.

For a second I thought the sign read ‘Massage Sale’ But it was Massive Sale, so I calmed down. Hahaha!

At the bus stop, there is a bench with room for four, or three if one is my size to sit down on. But, this Nottingham Street Art put me off sitting, and I stood instead.

And Nottingham launches a bid to be named European Capital of Culture 2023. Still, it might just possibly get cleaned-up by then. Hehe!

I took this ‘Moody’ photographicalisation of the Council House Dome, with the Fothergill Watson designed building on the left of the clock (Little John).

The bus was over ten minutes late, but I half-expected that with all the bother on the route.

As it pulled away – I remembered the Optician Appointment! !!!

Plenty of time en route to enjoy my cruciverbalist tendencies. (See pic right) This word was given me to use by Sister Jane, she’s smart yer know!

Of course, she’s never finished a Daily Telegraph crossword, well all but one clue, like wot I dun when I was in ward D19 having the lasering treatment. (Swank, wriggles head. Hehe!) That was a fantastic time for me. I think it must have been the drugs, cause I’ve never got more than three or four answers in one before or since.

Got back to the flats eventually. Took this photograph through the end gate, it shows the metal things being put in place to build the new tenants flats.

I got into the apartment, put the bags down and checked out the wet-room first.

Phew! All looked okay. I put the cleaner and new mat it straight away. Not only was this rug costlier than the first one from Wilko, but it was also half the size of it. Grrr!

Got the kettle on. Did the Health Checks and made a cuppa.

Put the fodder away and got the oven warming up for the potato to go in later.

I got the new dairy out and compared it to the old one in use. I think I got a bargain there.

Got the computer on and updated this diary.

Got the potato in the oven and carried on with this.

Mashed and bashed the flesh of the potato in a bowl, adding cheese and a few drops of Balsamic Sauce to it.

Put it back in the husks and into the oven to brown it off.

Poor old thing, I ended up with the cramps in the fingers, and I stabbed my wrist with the fork. Haha!

Back to computing.

Got the tatties and cheese out of the oven. Left the things to soak in the sink and delved into the feast.

Canned mushy peas with vinegar, Polish Smoked Ham, and two delightfully cheesy potato halves.

Regrettably, although so delicious, the ultra-desirable skin tops cause havoc with the incisors, by the time I’d worked my way through this tastiest meal, blood had flowed down the chin, on my jammies, on my chest, on the plate, on the tray and much pain suffered. This problem, I put down to six things:

  1. The INR Warfarin level being a little high
  2. The broken and bad teeth
  3. The over-tempting and tasty cheesy potatoes
  4. The medical support letting me down with the tests and Dentist
  5. Old age and insanity
  6. And, my own stupidity

In a weird way, despite the hassle and agony, I enjoyed this so much.

I put the TV on, many suitable for me programmes were on the schedule (Old). Many to sleep through.

 Had to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner to go to the Porcelain Throne. The session went bloody and afterwards, it took me a lot of time to stop Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding.

Then the rumbling innards started? On the way back to the chair, I stubbed my toe on the new spinning mop bucket that I had got out and used for hours earlier, to clear the flooded wet room floor. Humph!

When I got back on the recliner, sleep would not come, but the winds from within did. Tsk!

Norra Good Day overall!


Inchcock Today – Tuesday 31st October 2017 – Poorly old thing today

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Tuesday 31st October 2017

Sudanese: Salasa Tanggal 31 Oktober 2017

0145hrs: Woke, pandiculated gently and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner. And off for a wee-wee. The grey-cells were seemingly operational.

Made a brew and did the Health Checks. Then took the medications. W 14.95 St

Cleaned the pots I’d left soaking in the bowl from last night.

The computer on and started to finish Monday’s Diary and posted it off.

Off for another wee-wee. Little Inchy’s Lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were both doing well and no bleeding at all. Duodenal Donald was beginning to show signs of giving me some hassle, though.

Back to the computer, and had to revisit the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Things in this department were a little reluctant. I got carried away reading the Lenigrad State of Seige book as I waited for the evacuation to start. A fascinating chapter or two held my attention.

Back to the computerisationing and did the top graphic for this diary. Took a while, but I enjoyed doing it. Got it done at 0440hrs. Started this record of the day, up to here, then got yesterday’s onto Emails then WordPress Reading.

Facebooking next.

Time for the ablutions soon. Off I trotted (well, limped) to the wet room.

Teggies cleaned painfully. Had a delicate shower. Dried off and the medicalisationing started. Little Inchy’s Lesion Cortisoid cream carefully applied. Harold’s Haemorrhoids ‘H’ creamed, Olive oil in the ear-holes. The boil antisepticised. Arthur Itis affected areas and wrists pain gelled. The battle to get the socks on, accompanied with many Ohhs, Arghs and Eeurks, was eventually won. Checked I’d turned off the wall heater, not left any taps running, I’d turned off the water heater power and the light. Hard work all this keeping clean when you’re getting on a bit. Hehe!

Got the things ready for the trip to Arnold. Turned on the Crock-Pot potatoes. Checked taps, lights, plugs, had I got my hearing aids in, had I got the right spectacles on, bus pass and the card with me? All seemed good. So I sort out to the bus stop.

Only the one lift was working again. Daisy and hubby, then Welsh William got in on the way down. Lots of pointless banter flew back and forth, with the odd sarcastic laughs.

To the bus stop, and I wondered if the place had been evacuated and no one had told me, there were so many residents waiting.

Arrived in Arnold and the plan was; Into Asda to get the Stilton biscuits, milk and nibbles for the staff and residents, then back to the bus stop in time to catch the L9 bus back home. I had around 30 minutes to get this done. Of course, muggings here got sidetracked when I could not find the Stilton Biscuits and soon realised I’d ran out of time as I wandered around looking for substitutes. I ended up getting, Lemon disinfectant, bread thins, various nibbles, TV magazine for next week, crisps and biscuits. The bag was not heavy, but full.

So, I missed the bus, I had an hour to kill. I decided to take a stroll around the Front Street shops. Fatal for the bank balance and back-pain this was. Hehe!)

I nipped along and over the road and called into the Fulton Foods Store. I came out with a giant box of 240 Yorkshire tea bags, a substantial bottle of Sterilised milk at 69p, Chocolate Peanuts x2 £2, and Digestive Creams 3 for £1. Took the spare-bag out and split the things bought between them to balance the weight.

Wobbling a bit now with the bags, I limped along to the Iceland Store and had a perusal for some sliced Sourdough bread they used to sell. I didn’t find any but still came out with marshmallows, jelly babies and a bag of four large potatoes. Tsk!

Suddenly thought to check the time, and I had about 8 minutes to get to the bus stop, which was by now a reasonable distance away. Not wanting to miss another bus, I pressed myself painfully as fast as I could with the heavy bags to get to the bus stop. Within a minute or even less, the ailments let me know their displeasure at this sudden rushing about. Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald all kicked off. I arrived at the bus stop but wasn’t in good condition physically. Two minutes to spare before the bus came.

Daisy and hubby were there, and they said I didn’t look very well. We got onto the bus and when it arrived in Sherwood, Glenda, Welsh Bill, Roy and Matilda got on. Many laughs and comments of mirth were shared. Welsh Bill sat next to me and told me I looked very pale. That cheered me up. Haha! We had a laugh,

All off at the Winwood Flats, and they left me lagging behind again and made their way to the block. By the time I caught up, I was sure they would all have been long gone up the lift to their homes. But Daisy and her hubby were in the lift lobby. Only one lift was working still, and they could not get in the first one they said. We piled in when the lift eventually arrived. On the 3rd floor, it stopped, and two workmen with a trolley full of equipment wanted to get on, but obviously, there was no room for them. Then on the 5th floor, three workmen this time wanting access, but we denied them, with their whatever it was generator-like looking machine.  The elevator stopped on the 6th floor, but nobody was there?

It transpires that the workmen are doing flats heating system, not by floor, but randomly and will naturally be using the elevators, or should I say elevator all day long.

Daisy and hubby got off at the 8th storey, and I got into my home on the 12th, feeling weary, drained and pained.

I was beyond doing anything productive then. Put the purchases way, checked on Little Inchy, Harold Haemorrhoids and had a wee-wee. Took the medications and did the Health-Checks.

I’d forgotten all about the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and made some oven chips to have with the nosh.

As tired and unwell as I felt, this meal went down well. I’m learning how to cook the chips, so they come out softer for the teeth nowadays.

Washed the pots and got settled in the chair to watch some TV… drifted off nd woke up at gone midnight. Knowing I had been dreaming, but not the foggiest idea what about.

Inchcock Today – Monday 30th October 0217: Accifauxpa, Blood Test with Nurse Nichole ♥, Shopping, Tree Copse Walk ♥, Memory Blanks, Elevator down, Bleeding… A Mixed Day!

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Monday 30th October 0217

Woke and up and out of the £300 second-hand recliner at 0130hrs.

Health Checks, medications were taken and off to the Porcelain Throne. Settled and got the book to read, but no time this morning. The evacuation was a lightning fast sanguinary discharge. The blood splatter was widespread and needed a lot of cleaning up. During which, a little Accifauxpa, as I bent down to clean the floor, the head came into contact with the corner of the cabinet, and the porcelain. Above the nose and on top of the dome. Haemorrhoid Harold was in full-flow, bless him.

I think I said “Oh, fancy that!” or something close. Hehe! 

Good job this happened before I got myself dressed.

The head aching a bit, and the innards now growling and rumbling, I felt a little poorly and off-colour, suddenly. Then Roger Reflux started sticking and causing me some bother too. Oh dear, something coming I’m not going to like, I can tell!

I got the computer on and got the average readings for the Health Checks calculated on Excel for last week. Apart from the weight, I think it looks alright.

I checked that I had altered all of the clocks belatedly last night, to make sure I’d done them correctly and missed any. Travel clocks in Wet Room, Kitchen and next to the computer (Keep it there to use as an alarm), and the big Pound Shop one on top of the electric fire that I cannot afford to use. Hehehe!

Checked that the Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) International Normalized Ratio (INR) Warfarin (Coumadin) Blood Test, (A mouthful innit, when you use the complete name), the appointment was for 100hrs today. Got the nibbles ready in the bag and made sure I had the Record Card in the coat pocket to take with me.

Agoraphobia overcomes me at times. (Not a fear of heights but, the abnormal fear of expecting or experiencing an awkward or embarrassing situation from which I cannot find an escape). The mess I’m in. With trying to get the INR level in range, get proof and take it to the dentist. Who will not do anything with the teeth, unless they have this evidence of the reading? And this has to be provided within 48hrs of the said INR test being taken. Then I have to get to the dentist and beg them to fit me in! Total failure on this for eight weeks nearly now and the toothache is not getting any better. The Doctor is not letting me know the results in time… Oh I’m fed-up!

Off for a wee-wee, and spotted some blood I’d missed that had splattered onto the shower curtain. How the haemoglobin travelled that far I’ve not got the slightest idea? Cleaned it up and antisepticised it. Checked the rear end for any further leakages, only the tiniest few spots were found. Good that! Cleansed everything and applied some fresh ‘H’ Cream.

My lack of confidence was becoming lacker! Hehehe!

Finished off yesterday’s sad diary and got it posted.

Did some WordPress reading and comment replies.

Went for a wee-wee. Made another mug of tea and checked up on Haemorrhoid Harold’s condition; All fine, no bleeding at all now, sore mind.

Went on CorelDraw. Did a political funny about MPs and Hell’s Gates, to use on a later diary and posted it to my Pinterest Political Funnies Gallery.

Went onto Facebook.

Ablutions tended to. A jolly good session had. Shaved meticulously with only two cuts. Back-brush and loofa utilised. Freshened up with Brute and citrus deodorant. (I fully anticipate being lunged after by the ladies desperate for my body when I get out [Surprisingly this did not happen? Hehe!])

Sorted-out and took the refuse sacks to the chute.

I got everything needed. Well, I thought I had. Out and down the lift, met a new tenant lady and thought how quietly spoken she was. Then realised I had gone out without putting in the hearing aids. Tsk! So back up in the lift and collected them, and down again. As I got out of the elevator, Deana was talking to the new lady. I told her I had some nibbles for her and Obergefreiteress Julie and would lave them in the fridge in the hut for them.

Hobbled out and down to the hut with Daisy. Who didn’t look too good to me? Made a few funnies to try and cheer her up. Into the shed and left the fish and nibbles for the Wardens.

A quick chat with Doreen and Thundergob as I went out of the end door.

Welsh Bill, Daisy and a few others were at the bus stop as I passed them. Quick laugh, and onwards I trudged.

Down Winchester Street Hill and through the sideroads to Mansfield Road.

Some Nottingham Street Art on the pavement. Looked almost new some of the gear?

Left up Mansfield Road towards Carrington and the surgery. Over the crest and down. Do you know, I didn’t see a single Nottingham Pavement Cyclist? Never been known before! Hehe!

Got to the surgery car park, and had to wait a while for a motorist going in and a car going out had to manoeuvre a bit. Still, no rush, the appointment was for 1000hrs I thought. When I got in and reported to the Oberleutnant Receptionist, and sat down, getting the crossword book out.

I got really disconcerted when the lady came to me and told me my appointment was for 1050hrs. (How I made that cock-up, I didn’t know). She informed me the clocks should have gone back at the weekend by an hour. Anyway, she was very nice about it, and I told her I’d wait. She said the nurse might see me earlier if she gets the time. I thanked her and got on with a mammoth session on the crosswords, and even did rather well at them for once.

Half-an-hour or so later, a beautiful thing happened, a wondrous thing! A voice from the nurse, close my left ear-hole spoke to call me in – It was Nurse Nichole. I could have cried with joy. At last, I got to see her.

There was something, quoted by Photographer and Wordsmith Tim Price that I intended to tell her, but the brain and excitement of seeing her blocked it out, and I could not remember. Huh and Tsk!

She soon had the blood taken and was patient with me telling her about the ‘Blanks’ I’d been having. Told whatever I do if this happens again, I must see the Doctor. I also told her of my not being given the INR results in time for me to get to the dentist to beg for an appointment. I gave the nibbles for her and the others and departed.

Leaving the car park, I had to wait for an old couple to get into their taxi, and held the door for the lady, closing it when she was safely in and buckled her up.

Hobbled down to the Insult Store… sorry, Lidl Store and had a walk around.

Got one of the two things I’d gone in for (I forgot the milk, Humph!), and twelve items I didn’t need. Found some Balsamic Sauce. Some Texan and Hickory Maple Syrup Cooking Sauce and other not needed fodder.

Caught a bus into Sherwood. As I got off, I saw the L9 bus across the road pulling away. I thought at the time, and guilty so; If I hadn’t stopped to help the old couple in the car park at the surgery, I could’ve caught that bus up to the flats instead of having to walk up! Naughty Inchcock!

I crossed over the road and up over and down the hill to the Woodthorpe Grange Park entrance. I’m so glad I did now.

Not many dogs were walking their owners this afternoon. But the lady with the two astonishingly friendly old whippets turned up as I was photographing the poor trees near the Pitch & Putt course. They seemed to recognise from the last time and appeared glad to see me as I was them. A bit of fuss for a minute or so, that made me feel good and happy. Funny innit?

Cheered me so much, I decided to have a walk down the gravel hill and through m beloved Tree Copse while there was still some greenery on the sparsely leaved trees.

The Pictorial Record of the Hobble Down Through the Copse.

I had to take care not to slip on the leaves or trip on the branches coming up through the ground, but did okay, coming out at the Meadow at the bottom, near the flats, and in amazingly high spirits too.

I’d seen and conversed with Nurse Nichole, actually been of use in helping others, hobbled without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas, met the glorious whippets and had a fuss with them, and taken a slow, careful stumble through perhaps, to me anyway, the most beautiful Copse in Nottingham. Life seemed good suddenly. But it was not to last, I’m afraid.

Up out of the Meadow I went, and back down to the apartments.

I dawned on me that I had not seen any birds of any type since entering the thicket. This I was a sure sign… no idea what sign.

Haha!

As I neared the building, I could sense (The EQ you know) that something was going to knock me back into depression again.

No workmen in the protective tent at the moment.

Got to the lifts (Elevators for my American friends), Number One was again out of action. The other one was on the twelfth floor as I pressed the call button. (Where it stayed for what seemed a lifetime to me) The need for a wee-wee growing ever more urgent as I waited for the cage.

And waited, and waited. Not sure how long it was before it started to come down, but I was on the verge of having to walk up the stairs, and the holding of the water was doing me and my innards no favours.

When it did arrive, Jenny and Frank were struggling out with a dirty great fridge freezer. They were taking it to the other block of flats. Bless the Jenny and Frank, always helping others. In my condition, I could not help them and felt incompetent at this. But the warm wet feeling was already showing itself from the lower regions, and the embarrassment was total!

I got to the wet room in the flat as soon as I physically could, feeling confident I had involuntarily passed some wee. I soo found out that I hadn’t, but had moved some blood. Yes, the damned fungal-lesion had opened again! Got things cleaned and the Betamethasone Corticosteroid Cream applied.

I’d spotted some American medication for people on Warfarin on the net earlier. Sounds just the ticket for me.

I must remember to ask Nurse Nichole or Doctor Vindla if anything similar is available on the NHS for me try out.

Things appeared okay after half an hour or so, but I shall be ever watchful.

The noise from the workmen, drilling and knocking was driving me mad, hours and hours it went on. Of course, it can’t be helped, the jobs have to be done.

Got the nosh cooking, then updated this diary.

Baked beans, Vegetarian and battered Chip-Shop Sausages and the horrid Anya Potatoes for din-dins. Lemon Dessert to follow. I left most of it. Not that it was any worse than my meals of late, it’s just that the appetite seemed to disappear as I ate?

The loose and painful incisor teeth suffered.

Put the pots in to soak in the bowl and had a wee-wee, then checked out Little Inchies lesion, no bleeding. Added a blob more of the cream.

A headache began, but I was confident it had been the earlier droning, drilling and knocking noises from the builder lads that had caused it. So I wasn’t worried. Dare not take any extra pain-killers with whatever drugs are in the various creams I’m using.

Talk about beautiful, after the fantastic walk in the Copse, now the evening sky cheered me up a bit as well.

I took a few more similar photographs of this scene and saved them to use later in the TFZer graphicalisations.

Today had definitely been one of the ups and downs, extremes. Highlights and lowlights.

Got the TV on and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner. Fell asleep and dreamt of being in a vast artist studio with ubiquitous clay models easels, paintings spread all around. I was not the artist, I sensed that much. Spike Milligan’s head was on the wall, he was whistling while I was being told off in no uncertain terms by two ladies wearing Victorian-like clothing? That’s all I found on my scribbled note about this dream.

Stayed awake to watch a bit of TV in between nod-offs, for a good while. Pointless of course.

The last thing I recall was Reflux Roger giving me some gip, and I took a swig of the medicine on the side Ottoman and spilt some down my dressing gown.

Been a funny day.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 29th October 2017: Laundry done, Whoopsiedangleplop and Depressed. Messy day.

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Sunday 29th October 2017

Filipino: Linggo 29 Oktubre 2017

0215hrs: Woke in a surprisingly good state of spirit and with only Duodenal Donald giving me any real bother. All the other ailments were apparently taking a hiatus?

I even got out of the now working correctly again £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, didn’t stub any toes, couldn’t see any signs of nocturnal-nibbling either. I had no appetency for fodder or even a mug of tea. Very odd that?

Gathered the washing bag and accoutrements and set off down to the laundry room.

As I left the lift, a new poster from Jenny was on the board.

Took this photographicalisation of it.

Went to foyer doors and then took this photograph of the workmen’s area.

No idea what they are doing in there.

When I got into the launderette room, I was mildly surprised to see someone had beaten me to the better washing machine. (You can’t win them all. Haha!)

Then I very nearly had an Accifauxpa as I slipped on the gungy liquid on the floor under the washing machine in use. No problem, I didn’t go over or bang myself, it was lucky the casing was there to grab onto. No injuries incurred at all. I set about mopping up the liquid with the paper towels I take down with me to clean up along with the spilt soap powder afterwards. Bit of a job to get back upright.

Got the gear into the first machine, which I had not used for a year or more and worked out how to start it. Sad innit? Hehe!

Back up to the flat and started to sort out the week’s medication pots. What a pickle I got myself into. Whoopsiedangleplop Time! Halfway through I discovered I had put the wrong medications in the wrong containers (Day – Midday – Evening) and started resorting them, but ran out of time and had to go back down to move the washing into the dryer.

0245hrs: Finished the tablet pots at last. Visited the Porcelain Throne, another good session, no bleeding at all. With all this feeling good lark I began to wonder if I had actually woke up or was I still dreaming a dream?

Took the morning medications with an extra painkiller to counter Duodenal Donald and a good few extra gulps of the antacid medicine, but it is not very good, better than nothing though. I remember when the Doctor, many years ago, prescribed me Aludrox SA medicine for the ulcer. Boy it was good, really efficient and pain relieving – then it went off the NHS list of Drugs available. I asked the Chemist if it was possible for me to buy the medicine myself. He informed me that it is now available only in Germany, but he would find out for me. A week or so later I called in to collect my monthly prescriptions, and he told me he could order some, but it would be £119 a bottle! And that was donkeys-years ago. So, you see why I make do with the lesser advantageous stuff now. Tsk!

0350hrs: Down and collected the cleaned and dried clobber. Cleaned the filters, wiped around and back to the flat.

Put the clothes away, made a mug of tea, passed some wind and got the computer on.

Started this diary off up to here, and then did some WordPress Reading.

Got on with finishing yesterday’s diary.

WordPressing and the onto Facebooking.

Two hours later, I made another brew, had a wee-wee and took this picture.

I just can’t seem to master these out of the window night shots. Tsk!

I spent several hours doing some graphics prep work for use late. Then another hour or so getting diary posts done in advance.

I’d love to know what the bloke upstairs is doing with all the noise emanating from his flat.

I rang Sister Jane, and she rang me back later. Had a nattering session.

Got the nosh prepared and settled to eat it.

I think I’ll just have a tin of beans and vegetable sausage next time.

This was a disaster of a nosh. The usually nice mackerel sweet-cured strips were rock hard and caused a great deal of tooth pain, the tomatoes bitter, and the battered fish came out very runny inside. The apple, potatoes and baked sheet of cheese were okay, although, I had to soak the cheese to avoid that giving the teggies bother. All-in-all, one of the worst meals for a time. I wondered if it was just me? My EQ tells me something not nice is coming medically, so maybe the taste buds were in turmoil for some reason?

I found later I’d missed the evening HC and medications. So I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and tended to them.

Started to watch a war film (Channel 31), fell asleep, woke and a Horror film with Peter Cushion was on, nodded-off again with an American Ghost film on when I woke (Horror Channel). I can’t recall changing channels.

I looked at the schedule and realised I had not put the clocks back for winter. Huh! So I did.

Sleep came again and for once a good long one, over three hours uninterrupted.

Evening all!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 28th October 2017

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With Virgin Media, You are guaranteed interrupted weekend Connections. Can any other supplier make this Promise? So disappointed was I in BT, I moved to Virgin… What a clot!

Saturday 28th October 2017

Hindi: शनिवार 28 अक्टूबर 2017

0300hrs: Awoke and the brain slowly grasped my desire for it to reboot itself and joined the rest of my body. The ailments all seemed kind to me, no signs of any nocturnal nibbling. Although the fact that I had on my head, two pairs of spectacles confused me a little.

Spotted a scribbled note on the pad about a dream I had early last night. So I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner, had a wee-wee then got the computer on and updated the diary for Friday with the details that were for once clearly written and finished the Chronicle and posted it off.

Did the Health Checks, took the medications and made a mug of tea. Off to the Porcelain Throne session, another good one today, nae bother at all.

Went to make another brew, and pondered on the fodder situation and that £10.40 piece of smoked cod I bought yesterday.

I put some seasoned Anya potatoes in the crock-pot but didn’t start it. Decided to have the remainder of the belly pork today, but season it differently. A tin of garden peas and that should do me later on.

I squashed the smoked cod into the freezer to have later in the year.

It would be nice to get this meal right for once, instead of vicennially. Hehe!

Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.

Took this photo from the kitchen window and went back to updating this diary up to here.

Did the WordPress reading first. Had some helpful comments to answer to today.

Had a wee-wee and onto Facebooking. Took a few hours. What with having to catch up on yesterday and Facebook sticking and freezing. Tsk!

Turned on the Crock-Pot. Had a wee-wee. Replaced the second mug of tea to go cold and back on WordPress to do an ode of sorts. Eventually got it finished and posted off. I titled it, “I talk to myself, You Know!”

Got the nosh served up, took a photograph of it, with the Anya potatoes. Belly pork and garden peas looking nice, tasty and good… But, could I find the picture on the camera card later to put on here? No! Tsk!

Anyway, it was terrible! The Wine Vinegar with the belly pork is a no-go for the future. The potatoes were horrible. A decent amount of them left to get through yet as well. The garden peas were okay, mind.

Did the washing up of the pots.

Went to the Porcelain Throne and had a Blank-Patch, no Dizzy Dennis visit as far as I could tell? I clearly remember going in, settling and getting the Lenigrad book from the cabinet top. Two hours or so further on, I found myself sprawled half-on, half-off of the toilet seat, the tome on the floor and a pong from the evacuation that had seemingly taken place without my being aware of it, lingering. Had I just fell asleep, perhaps? It didn’t feel like I had. Cleaned things up.

This did my confidence no good at all.

I turned the computer off and put the TV on. No idea what was on, the bloke above was banging and knocking again, but somehow this did not bother me in the least.

I knew I’d nodded off this time because the dreaming started and I was back, like in a dream from a week or so ago, and committing urbicide. This time a panel held a layout similar to a model railway layout of City Streets, buttons on each building house or whatever when pressed blew-up the real building? Hope that makes sense. There were two other people (No idea who two were, but the other looked remarkably like Vincent Price?), and we were arguing over which buttons to press. I can’t remember anything else about it.

When I woke and went for a wee-wee, the Herbert upstairs was still knocking away.

Took the medications for the night and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner. I did watch a part of a documentary about the war, fell asleep for an hour and woke up again with a start. No idea why.

Might be an idea to change my name to Dontknowwhy Chambers? Hehehe!

Inchcock Today – Friday 27th October 2017:

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Friday 27th October 2017

Javanese: Ana 27 Oktober 2017

0205hrs: Woke and started to pandiculate in a slow, calm manner. But Anne Gyna started off despite the care I thought I’d taken. Only Hernia Harry joined her in giving me grief, though. So things were looking good enough for me. I actually felt quite salubrious, but this was before I tackled the evacuation of the £300 second-hand recliner chair. Somehow or other I managed to let my supporting limb slip off of the arm of the chair and onto the phone charger on the Ottoman, thus cutting my hand on the edge of the plug thingy, in the purlicue, Tsk! And I thought seconds earlier how good things were looking. It didn’t bleed much though. Into the kitchen and wiped it up.

Carried out the health checks, afraid the weight has gone up again.

Also, I felt a right Schmuck for ringing the NHS Helpline on Wednesday about the increased Sys and Dia readings, there are now back to normal. Just as well they did not ring me back anyway. Huh!

Makes me feel Floccinaucinihilipilification (Looked that one up, Hehe!) for myself. Considering my insecurity and diffidence more lately. The futility of my efforts to get some help or guidance lowers my esteem as well.

Still, along came a demand for the Porcelain Throne and I forgot all about it. Had an excellent session once again. So then I perked up a bit – mad innit?

Back to the kitchen and took this photograph out of the window. IT came out horrible, and I can’t understand why in the viewer it looked so much more clear and distinct.

Felt a bit down again then.

I thought I would pan and start prepping the meal for later. Cut up and seasoned the belly pork I got from Aldi yesterday, into the crock-pot. Used some Light Soy sauce in the water and added some onions to it. Put the baked beans in a saucepan and small potatoes in one too. A splash of balsamic vinegar in both pans. LAter I chopped up some tomatoes and added them to the beans.

The chap from above started his knocking about again.

I got on the computer and finished off yesterdays Inchcock Today. I had a lot of Emails, so I went through them.

Then onto WordPress Reading.

Out of time to do any Facebooking or graphics. Had to rush and get the ablutions done in time (I hope) to catch the bus.

All went well, and I was on my way to the bus stop in plenty of time.

As I poddled down Chestnut Walk, this lorry was backing out of the building compound. This was one of the smaller trucks and shows the difficulties they have in getting into and out of the delivery area. They have to drive to the far end, behind where I was, to get to the only space big enough to turn around in and back up the Way to escape the place. How those dirty-great Ready-Mix Cement lorries get in and out bellies believe.

Resident May, was at the stop when I got there. Gave her a nibble-bar and we were soon joined by a few more folks. A chinwag was interrupted when the bus arrived. I caught the L9 outbound along with eleven other tenants, all of the others dropped off in Sherwood, and I carried on to Daybrook to alight and go into the Sainsbury Store.

Where an embarrassing incident took place. I was trying to get done quickly and only needed Smoked Fish, Surimi, Dessert and potatoes. I thought I might catch the next bus back to the flats if I was quick enough.

Luckily the store was not very busy.

Straight to the fish counter and they only had two pieces of smoked Cod Loin, and I asked for the larger of the two. I distracted myself by asking the lady how long I should cook the slightly thick tasty looking lump of fish. Then to the prepared fish counter and got two packets of Royal Surimi, then the veg section and got some small potatoes, one of them being expensive only available at Sainsbury’s, Anya variety. On to the fridges and got some Lemon Meringue Mousse desserts. All done in no time it seemed and off to the checkout.

When the bloke asked me for £17.54, it shook me a bit, but I had not the time to investigate then, as I had to rush off to the bus stop.

Got the bus in time and settled to have a look at the receipt. That piece of fish had cost me £10.14! Tsk!

When the bus got into Sherwood, many other tenants got on, and we had a bit of a laugh going up the hill to the apartments. George, May and I started to walk to the block after a few words were exchanged with some tenants getting on the bus.

I lagged behind again, and they were off ahead. But waiting for the lift had delayed them, and I caught up as they both were getting into one.

Got in and put the food away. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, had a wee-wee and got the kettle on as I got the fodder cooking.

The belly pork looked right, well all of it did as I got it served up in the bowl. But it didn’t taste like I had hoped it would, although I#ve had many worse efforts. The pork was the worst tasting thing on the plate. Cooked soft as I had expected, but tasteless.

I got the pots washed up and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD on to watch.

Around 2000hrs, I fell asleep and had a dream, a long time since I recall having a nightmare. I was back on the water, the steaming water in the fog, dirty water. Not a wooden one this time, but a coracle; that leaked continuously but did not sink. Mist all around. Faces, people would appear through the haze now and then, glide over to the boat and stick a hypodermic needle into it, no aggression was shown, they smiled as they stabbed… Oddly, I felt I knew each one of visiting spirits despite my not recognising the faces. I think I dived out of the boat for some logical-at-the-time reason? Despite my fear of deep water and inability to swim. Hey-ho!

I’m so glad I had scribbled the notes of the dream in much better than regular hand-writing because I can remember nothing of it now. Well, apart from the water and fog.

Woke 0000hrs and must have made the notes, because they are here on the pad?

Drifted off again without any hassle.

TTFN each.

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th October 2017: Tenants Social Hour

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A Sign of Mankind’s abject failure, squander-mania, greed, ingordigious, intolerance, esurient cravings, avarice, jealousness and self-destructiveness!

Thursday 26th October 2017

Esperanto: Ĵaŭdo 26 Oktobro 2017

2230hrs (Yesterday): I’d woken up thinking it was morning and discovered what time it actually was.

I’d taken the Health Checks but did notice the time before swallowing the medications and applying the various creams and lotions Tsk!

I got the Wednesday Post finished and started on this one. A little confused to say the least!

Did some graphic tops for future use.

Turned everything off and Nipped into the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. All was good in this department this morning.

0110hrs: Made a fresh brew of tea and had a peek out of the window.

No rain or wind, and it was warm really.

Got CorelDraw back on, and the Virgin Media Internet returned.

Although depressed with things, the toothache and NHS Helpline had not rung back etc. The brain did not have its Boeotian spell like it has for the last three mornings. I wish it had, then I might not feel so low if the grey-cells had played up and gave me something else to worry about. Hehehe!

I updated an old TFZer graphic on CorelDraw.

Emails, Facebooking and WordPress Reading followed.

I got a good long hard ablutionalisational session done. Scouring pad, back brush and elbow grease used in the shower. Hehehe!

Applied the medications and lotions and sat on the Porcelain Throne… where I stayed for hours! I’d got to a fascinating chapter in the Lenigrad book, and seemed unable to put it down. Several pages later, as the body mass and extremities started to feel the cold, I put the book down and adorned my well-upholstered flobby body in some clothes. A challenge this is you know!

Assembled the raffle prizes and nibbles box in the bag, and did the second of the day’s Health Checks. The reading seemed to have come down and steadied a bit now. I wondered if I might get a call today from the NHS Helpline?

Soon it was time for me to set off to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour. Where I was so pleased to see that Jenny and Frank had returned from their short holiday. Jenny looked in fine fettle and spirits. She actually sang to the three gals and me as we entered. Welcome to my World, I think it was, of course, I might well be wrong on that. I probably am. Bless her.

Jenny supplied me with a small cup of tea. I put the raffle prizes on the trolly. Bill (William on Sundays) was at the same table, along with the big superior chap who helps me with the crosswords sometimes, and the lady who is assigned to the flats for the duration of the building works. A few more in attendance this week, and seemed cheerier. I took the nibbles around in the hopes of getting a chinwag or two in with the other residents, but it didn’t work out like that again.

I was thinking of leaving to catch the L9 bus up to Mapperley Tops to get some fodder when BJ arrived. Managed a quick natter with him, he was looking in good health today.

Bid my fond farewells to one and all, but they were nattering away, and no one responded. Which was not a bad thing, cause they were communicating, laughing and I was glad to see them having such a good time.

To the bus stop and a few others joined me.

I took this photo from the stop, of my Woodthorpe Court Flats. The builders were putting something up at the back of the block, to the right. Looked like a climbing frame of some sort to me.

Caught the bus up to Woodborough Road.

Walked along to the Aldi Store. Where I spent a fair bit of my ever-dwindling cash. Tsk!

They did not look busy as I approached through the car park. But when I got inside, it was pandemonium.

On my hobble around, getting many things I did not need or were painful for the poorly teeth to eat (Humph!). Some tiny potatoes, long-life skimmed milk, fresh whole milk, cooked Free-range Chicken Thighs, tomatoes, tinned garden peas, a packet of two Ciabatta rolls, belly-pork slices and a bargain bottle of Maple Syrup for £2.99, that is £2 less than Morrison charge for theirs.

Of course, I withhold judgement until I actually get around to tasting it.

Paid the young man and got to the door to leave, and I had to stop and distribute the weight between the two bags.

As I got out onto the road to walk along to turn right and down Winchester Street Hill, I was struggling with the bags and did not see tenants Margaret and her hubby. (I think her name is Margret). She laughed as she nudged me. They were on their way to the Aldi store I reckon. Lovely couple, I always like to have a talk with them.

A short distance down the road, I noticed this Speed-Warning sign. Most likely that is had been there for years, but for some reason, I had not seen it before. This brought on a moment of self-pity and feeling sorry for myself. Huh! No longer having a licence or car and there I was with Anne Gyna giving me grief and carrying a bag that was making it worse.

But I soon came out of it, when I came across this piece of Nottingham Street Art.

I wondered what it was?

Walked on with a little visit from Dizzy Dennis that only lasted a few moments, thankfully. Anne Gyna not happy, but I was because Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis were both giving me a rest.

I got back and into the flat, not feeling bad at all, just so tired.

I got the fodder away and prepped the meal.

So exhausted now, I got a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD on and watched a couple of episodes while the meal cooked. Glad to say, I did not nod-off and let anything burn.

The meal itself looked grand and tasty, as indeed it should have been. But, my option of the chicken thighs was a bad one. For the teeth would not let me masticate at all, as the flesh was so tough. Usually, when the teeth are okay, I like it like this.

As I did my best with it, I noticed blood had dripped down from the loose tooth onto me and the plate. Ah-well, that’s life nowadays!

This took the edge off of the meal. The potatoes, tomatoes, onions, peas and apple were grand.

The bullet-like beetroot from the Sainsbury’s British Baby (Note that these were quartered and are still as big as the potatoes) Beetroot in Sweet Vinegar jar will have to be given or thrown away now. Never in the field of Gastronomic Disasters have I come across such rock-hard undercooked tasteless beetroot in my life! Argh!

Did the washing-up and turned the TV on.

Soon off into the land of nod, at the time the first set of commercials started.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th October 2017:

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No-bother for me!

Wednesday 25th October 2017

Hungarian: 2017. Október 25., zerda

0135hrs: Once again I woke as if I was another person, not actually here, but watching myself from above or through a camera lens? And, like the last few mornings, things fell into place slowly as the grey-cells reformed themselves into a semi-coherent workforce again. Memories of a dream filtered through. I was committing urbicide, stood at a model town layout with buttons that when pressed, blew-up that area of it? No idea which town it was. Someone was with me, damned if I know who, a bloke, tall, spoke proper coherent eloquent English and had a tweed jacket on with brown leather elbow pads. He would not let me detonate the explosives at the latrine building? I was amazed that I could recall so much, and in minute detail, and yet felt far more took place that remains a mystery to me?

I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner without any Whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas and made my way, without stubbing the hallux, or any other toe actually. The Porcelain Throne Session was a good one, but signs of things slackening were present, I think Trotsky Terence might be lurking charging his loosening batteries ready to attack later. Tsk! I’ll take an Anti-Diahorrea capsule with the medications I think. Or should I? I seem to procrastinate, hesitate and waver without any effort, you know. Sad innit?

I carried out the required, ‘but no one is bothered really’ Health Checks then.

Blimus! Sys and Dia are still a bit high. Not sure if I should see someone about this. I could ring the 111 number and ask them? There you go, see? I’m vacillating again!

I updated the Excel record page.

0515hrs: Then bravely rang the 111 NHS Helpline. After confirming my Telephone Number, Date of Birth, Address, ailments, NHS number and that it was not an emergency, the lady asked me what I was calling about. Took me a second or two to remember. Hehe! I explained that I did not want to go to the effort of going to see the Doctor and bothering her if the readings from the BP machine were okay for me and in range of acceptability.

0525hrs: After few more questions she told me to reconfirm my telephone number and not to use the phone until I get a call back from a qualified advisor.

I guess I partly don’t want to bother the doctor, but just want assurance?

I made sure the readings and dates were all correct.

Went to make another mug of tea and took this photographicalisation from the kitchen window.

I’m still uncertain why the pictures are coming out as if the light is different to reality. I think.

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress Reading.

Tried Facebook, knowing that it is going to go down to a crawl speed-wise or freeze on me.

Did some TFZer Graphics. Using photographs as a background for each one, from those I took at the Papplewick Pumping Station 1040’s do last Saturday.

In the last one, I think I got in 14 TFZers and a few pets.

0715hrs: No call from the helpline yet. I was hoping to get out today, but dare not until they do call with the advice for me. I can’t do the ablutions either, too early with making the noise from the shower, and I can’t hear the phone in there either. Tsk!

Back on Facebooking, got the graphics posted on the TFZ site.

Had a stand-up wash and shave with the door open. (Yes, it was a bit nippy in there, Hehe!) So I could hear if the NHS Helpline rang back.

Getting on now, 1105hrs, so too late to get out shopping now. Well, if they ring soon I might get out, but there will be no buses back then.

Got another TFZer graphic done. Sandie in her hippy gear and Nash. An Austin made a compact car, the Austin Metropolitan.

1355hrs now, still awaiting the call-back from the NHS Helpline from 0515hrs call I made to them.

Another day stuck indoors lost. And the weariness is coming on strong.

Got the oven on to heat it up.

1410hrs, got the meal cooking, that it needed much preparation.

The chestnuts were too much for the teeth to bear masticating, but the rest chewed and went down pretty easily.

I felt so weary now. I washed the pots and got the TV on without sound or headphones on, just in case the NHS Helpline rang back. Which, of course, either they did not, or somehow I missed the call?

I woke and thought it was morning. I found out this was at 2200hrs! Foolishly did the Health Checks, but did stop myself in time from taking the morning medications.

Made a brew and updated this diary.

O. I did feel a right fool!

To make myself feel worse about my calling the NHS Helpline, the Sys and Dia had gone down a bit now. The pulse had gone up some though.

Did a graphic to use later as a diary top and tried to get to sleep again.

But, no chance.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 24th October 2017

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Tuesday 24th October 2017

Moari: Rātū 24 Oketopa 2017

0201hrs: I woke feeling so much betterer than last night. A different person. Proof sure, that the getting a decent few hours uninterrupted sleep in can do help.

I got the washing sorted and was soon going down in the lift to do the cleaning session.

0220hrs: Back to the flat. Lift One had gone down again.

0248hrs: Down to move the things from washer to dryer.

0258hrs: Up and made a brew, did the morning Health Checks.

Took the medications.

Started the computer and got carried away with updating yesterday’s Inchcock Today. Graphics and photographs sorted and I was doing well. Then I realised the time, as I started to scan over the Emails.

0540hrs: Whoopsiedangleplop there! Shot down, lift number one now working? Extracted the clothes and folded them into the bag. Cleaned the filter and casings. While I was doing this, I had a mini-Accifauxpa as the cloth slipped and I caught the knuckles on a sharp edge of the machine. Hey-ho!

Back in the flat, the lighting seemed to have gone all greenish? Earlier when I photographed the HC machine, it was kind of yellowish?

Beats me.

Got the clobber put away. As I went to make another cuppa, I spilt the milk on the floor.

So I had a good sweep and mopped up session. Took this photograph and the hue in the room came out a different one this time?

I wonder if it is the camera or something I’m doing wrong with it? The colouring on the few pictures I’ve taken this morning are all different? I can’t work out what’s happening.

Got back on the computer, and a reminder of the Morrison Delivery being due shortly came up. I thought I’d ordered it for delivery on Wednesday as usual, but no.

Got the diary posted off at last.

0725hrs: Then onto WordPress Reader.

The Morrison order arrived.

Stored the stuff away. I had ordered 2 x 8 (240g) Birds Eye Fish Fingers on offer from £1.39 down to £1.

They substituted them with Two  Birds Eye Fish Bites (350g) @ £4-04. And I had to take them out of the boxes to get them to fit into the freezer and stuff them into an open packet of chips (fries) and jiggle them about to get the drawer to go back in. Grumph!

Comestibles and nutrients were plentiful to keep me going, anyway.

Began on this dairy again.

Then onto Facebooking.

Made a fresh mug of tea.

The outlook from the window was bleak?

Back to Facebook. Had to save then restart everything because the computer had gone very slow.

Still not up to speed.

The doctor’s surgery sent me the INR reading, at last, it’s on 4 – which, had it arrived with the first Email, would have given me time to get to the dentist and try to get the teeth done.

But too late now. Grumph!

Got on with the TFZer graphicalisationing.

I’m putting some of the TFZers in scenes come photos I have taken of Nottingham.

These ones are from the Papplewick Pumping Station I went to, thanks to BJ, last Saturday.

Took me a few hours to get them done mind, but I did enjoy doing them. No Dizzy Dennis visits either.

The boiler room picture I added two of the TFZer lads.

The original picture ! was quite pleased with, this on with the added personalities I took to and thought one of my better efforts of recent times.

The old Austin Ambulance shot I took near the coal supply depot, and blacksmiths forge place.

Three TFZer gals were added. One in the driver’s seat, and two others in front of the vehicle in nurses uniforms.

I really hope they like them.

Started to try and sort out why the MS account would not let me access the Word or Excel upgrade without having to go through a selection process that always ends up with them offering me to pay again to get into the extra things, that I still have no idea, are?

As I stumbled around, trying to avoid clicking and paying again. Eventually, I got Access, at least I think I have. I’ll find out I suppose next time I open Word?e

The doorbell burst into chime, and the young man, Ryan from the Nottingham City Homes arrived.

He set up the Slarm strobe and Pillow Alert (Shaker) in short time.

More electrical cables to worry about now, and less free sockets, but no complaints, he did a good quick job.

Tested they were all working.

He cleverly got the Pillow Alert under part of the £300 second-hand recliner backdrop cushion. Tested it so he knew I could feel it when it shook. I hope it doesn’t affect the metal ticker, though, should it go off?

Got the nosh ready.

Luckily toothache-wise, the Cox’s apples were soft fleshed.

I struggled to chew the cheesy potatoes a bit.

Overall a rating of 9/10.

Drained once more, I got the pots washed and down into the recliner and watched an episode of Rumpole of the Bailey on DVD, then I feasted watching TV favourites, London is Burning, Pie in the Sky and part of Hetty Wainthrope investigates, before drifting off into some much-needed sleep.

Ah, Nice!