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Inchcock Today – Friday 15th September 2017: Hippy Hilda, The Trotsies, Arthur Itis, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and Tooth Damaged – not feeling to good at all. Tsk!

Friday 15th September 2017

Still up at 0000hrs. To the Porcelain Throne post haste and in sudden need – Had Trotsky Terence returned I thought en route to the wet room? But no, not at all, I do not intend to sound rude, but the evacuations were like meatballs? Plop. Plop…. plop plop plop… pop… Hehehe!

Did the Health Checks: Sys 161, Dia 71, Pulse 81, Temp 33.6 & Weight 14.91.

Turned on the computer, so glad the internet had returned and the health alarms were now working.

Finished off updating yesterdays post and sent it off to WordPress. Checked Emails and one had come from Morrisons re the short delivery yesterday morning. Pleased to report that they are processing my refund. This may take up to ten days?

No messages from Virgin about the service loss. Not that I expected one, knowing their customer service record. I think only British Gas are worse than they are at this!

I spent time trying to get a decent shot from the kitchen window. Opened it to avoid any reflections (Not too cold, windy or raining at this time) and took four photos in different settings. But none of them was any good. This is the best of them, done in Auto, but still not good really. Tsk!

0120hrs: Made another brew of tea, had a wee-wee and back on the computer. Started this one off, did the graphics then went on to work on the Funny Ode about Virgin Media poem.

Stopped twice for a visit to the Porcelain Throne. I might have been wrong about Trotsky Terence not coming back to pester me.

0344hrs: Got the Funny Ode about Virgin Media poem finished and posted to Facebook and WordPress.

Made a mug of tea, and the vegetables in the Crock-Pot ready to start later. Tried a new mix today. Fresh podded peas, turnips, mushrooms and potatoes. Hello, back to the Throne again…

I’m back. Oh, dearie me. No doubt about it now Trotsky Terence has returned.

Had to clean up afterwards, a messy session. And I’m down to my last three toilet rolls now, must get some more today.

Made sure the crossword book and a pen were handily positioned nearby.

0405hrs: Took a Loperamide Imodium capsule, I found a full packet of six in the draw in the corner of the wet room and an extra painkiller with the morning medications. The stomach has now started rumbling and churning as well.

Yesterday’s Delightful Dinner

I queried that perhaps this new bout of the runs might be due to the meal last night?

I had planned to do a meal the same next week but think it best if I procrastinate over this decision.

The dinner tasted so good as well, but, better safe than sorry I guess. I must be sedulous about this, and not weaken!

Got the Emails checked again, Facebooking and WordPress reading.

CorelDraw 2017 next, had another go at the TFZer graphics. But got sidetracked when I went to make another brew – the sky was amazing, yet minutes later it kept going dark then lighter again?

Did the ablutions instead. No more calls to the Porcelain yet, mind you, four is enough surely? Ha!

Got things ready and set off down to the bus stop. Welsh Bill got on at a lower floor, and we started to chinwag. As we were going out of the foyer door, I realised why I had been straining to hear what he was saying. So I went back up to the flat to fetch the hearing aids. Whoopsiedangleplop!

By the time got down again and on Chestnut Walk on my way to the bus stop, Annie and Doreen were ahead making their way to it.

Another lorry load of hardcore was arriving. But the driver was having difficulties in locating any workmen on site. I wasn’t surprised no one had seen any all morning. It was going a bit dark again now.

Got to the bus stop, where Roy was already, and we were soon joined by a little-aged gang of pensioners. A few moans and laughs were exchanged, and I began to feel a little light-headed for some reason. The bus arrived, and we clambered on, still nattering away between ourselves.

I dropped off at the bottom, on Winchester Street and made my way left and down to the Polish shop. I make the decision not to call there again, ever. Why? I’ll tell you then. (Hehe) I felt the sliced loaf, and it was not as soft as usual, and I asked her if it was fresh; “Oh yes, today!” So I got a small 400gm one. Then a strip of pork ribs and 3 slices of cooked belly pork slices with the herbs and garlic in it. She charged me £5? Mmm! She won’t do that again!

As I was leaving the store, the baker delivery man arrived to deliver today’s bread! Humph, conned again!

Out, and had a walk up the hill, nice and steady, because Hilda Hips and Arthur Itis were both giving me some grief. So much so, that I got the collapsible walking stick out of the bag and utilised it. Not feeling very good at all now, and the first signs of my needing to make use of the Porcelain Throne again were beginning to show. Heck!

I saw that the new eatery was open and trading. That is now three in a row on Mansfield Road, and another eight scattered nearby, with four having closed down this last September?

Popped into Co-op shop and got some toilet paper and some cans of cherry tomatoes that were less than half price, due to the Co-op selling them off and stopping stocking them. Then on to the Wilko store and bought a tub of fragrance booster for the laundry duties.

Up to the top of the hill and waited for the bus. Roy arrived at the stop and mentioned how I didn’t look very well. I smiled and thanked him. We laughed, and I told him of the Trotskys and Hilda Hip giving me tribulations and my not having got much sleep. Two other tenants were already on the bus, and a few words of laughter were shared during the three bus stop trip back to the flats. Where Roy, bless him muchly, took the bag off of me and carried it on top of his four-wheeled shopping cart. He was patient with me moving so slowly and even brought the bag into the flat for me. This restored my recently lowered faith in people a little bit. Grand chap, much appreciated. Thanked him and off he went.

Onto the Porcelain Throne, messy again, very messy. Huh!

Put the things away, and checked the vegetables in the Crock-Pot. All looked fine to me. Got the nosh all prepared to finish cooking later on. Tired as I felt, when I took this photograph of the prepped fooder, I felt I just had to make this graphic with it, cause I really thought it would be a funny one. I hope it is. Says many words? Haha! Left the pork marinating.

The Plates-of-Meat joined Anne Gyna, and Hippy Hilda is troubling me. However, my dubiety about my condition soon eased after I’d took the midday medications (And got the evening ones ready so as not to forget them) with another Loperamide capsule and two Codeine Phosphates extra with them. These helped I think to ease the discomfort.

Went back into the wet room and finished the cleanup campaign.

1415hrs: Onto CorelDraw again to try and get the prep work done for my next TFZer graphic idea.

1649hrs: Got a for fun one completed.

Hope they like it, I’ll post it off to Facebook now.

Decided to cut up the pork ribs into smaller pieces so they will cook quicker, smart eh?

Luckily I have plenty of Elastoplasts to use. Another Accifauxpa!

Took the evening medications and did the Health Checks.

The effort with the meal seemed all worth while when I got it presented on the tray.

I nestled down in the recliner and started to dine… Accifauxpa come Whoopsiedanglplop time again! A crunching sound accompanied with extreme pain emanated from the lower front tooth! I think it broke at the bottom but still attached, held in place, partly by its close proximity to the teeth either side and the nerve of course. Agony! The meal had to be abandoned, just too painful to chew or bite. The incisor hurts when I swallow?

No chance of taking any extra painkillers to cope with it, because I’d already taken two additional doses to counter the pains from a conglomeration of Hippy Hilda, the Plates and Arthur Itis! Very depressed with myself now. The slightest touch of the tongue on the teggie and the pain twinges in the excess. Humph!

I didn’t feel I could even do the washing up, Trotsky Terence and Duodenal Donald along with Arthur, Hilda and the tooth, I was not in a good state.

Despite all these things, when I did settle for trying to sleep, I drifted off very rapidly. But kept waking for an hour or so frequently when the I assume, the tongue caught the tooth and woke me up?

Perhaps I was talking in my sleep? Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 14th September 2017: Laundry room – photographicalisationing, Terrible Tenants Social Hour and The Virgin Internet and Phones Went Down!

Thursday 14th September 2017

0140hrs: I laid a while doing my best to recall a dereistic dream I was sure that had just finished seconds earlier, it had an old 1961 Co-op shop mixed with the last store I managed years later, car park altercation and that’s all I could recall? Most vexatious.

As I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling quite good actually, apart from the feet and Hilda Hips, things felt okay. Off to the Porcelain Throne, and oh dear, where did Haemorrhoid Harold’s blood come from. Rich dark in colour and covered the toilet paper uniformly. Not like the usual scenario with Harold at all. Then, I remembered the call from the surgery yesterday. Being, about the INR blood level is too high. Which, meant the blood was far too thin. Perhaps this might be part of the cause?

Out of the wet room and noticed some mail had been delivered. I collected the letters up and perused them.

1: One from Nottingham City Homes: Inviting me to a Fun Day at Bulwell Academy for Saturday 16th September. Of course, on Saturdays here at the flats, only three buses running for us to get to town, then catch another bus or tram out to Bulwell for the Fun Day. And, by the time we arrive there, it would be too late to get back to town and catch another bus that leaves us with a long walk to get home (The L9 bus will be finished by then). On offer for us, was trying our hand at DIY skills, archery, live music, dance, a bouncy castle, balloon modelling, face painting and more! What? Hehe!

2: One from British Gas: Informing me of their increase in energy prices.

This should (They say) be approximately a £30 a month increase.

Huh!

They also told me I could move to another supplier?

3: One from the Haematology DVT Anticoagulant Service: Now this was very interesting this one was.

The lady told me that the INR level was 5.8 when she phoned me yesterday?

A bit worrying this, getting the wrong info?

Shame.

4: One from the Chief Constable of Nottingham: Re Pegasus.

I have been taken off the At-Risk Pegasus listing.

For failing to inform them of the personal changes. But I can reapply at a later date.

I did the Emails and some WordPress reading and thought I’d get the laundry room duties attended to now, while there was plenty of time before the Morrison delivery arrives. There was only three days worth of clobber to clean, but I decided best to get it done while I’m feeling okay and save a bigger load next time.

0330hrs: Down and got the washing going. Coming back up in the flickering light lift, I noticed that the alien-like blob that appeared dropped on the floor five or six days ago was still there.

Did it seem to have started a Mind Meld with the metal floor? Hehehe! It’s lost all of its colour now, too.

Updating work on the diaries, then back down to move the laundry from washer to the dryer. Cleaned the machine. The plastic powder and softener intake drawers were in a terrible gunky mess.

I popped outside to try and get a ‘Moody Photo’ of the flats.

Back up the elevator and carried on doing the updating of the diaries.

Made a mug of tea, had a wee-wee and made room in the airing cupboard for the cleaned clothes when I do get them retrieved later.

I took a photo out of the kitchen window, and realised something was missing in it?

Can you spot what it is? Yes, the workmen’s Portakabin thingamajig on the left of today’s picture. I wondered why.

0500hrs: Down with the cleaning stuff, to the laundry room.

On the way through, I spotted that someone had left two books and a DVD for anyone to take and use if they fancied such a thing. I bet they will be gone by the time I come back down to go to the Social Hour.

 

To the machines and removed and folded the things, and got them into the bag.

Cleaned the drum and the filters.

Then the sink and draining board and swept the floor.

I felt somewhat happy that the ailments were allowing me to do this, without any hassle. Well, apart from, as I said earlier, Hippy Hilda and the plates-of-meat.

As I left the room into the lobby, I saw something I had not recognised there before.

On the coffee table like thing. It looked like a whip used in certain establishments to me.

Haha!

Got the clothes put away and pressed on with this diary updating, while for the Morrison delivery I was waiting. The Morrison man called on the landline when he arrived, seems he was trying to ring the internal thingamajig, but as I had failed to put my hearing aids in, I could not hear him. The kerfuffle caused him to miss a bag of food when he dropped the others off. The frozen food bag, chips, lollies and Lemon Curd ice-cream missing. I sent Morrison’s an email informing them. And advising them that the error might have been caused due to my not having the hearing aid in. The auto Email message afterwards told me they would be in touch shortly. How, I don’t know, Email or phone?

I shelled some garden peas and got them in the Crock-Pot.

Got the ablutions tended to. Checked the nibbles, raffle prizes were in the bag.

Set off on a walk to the Windwood Tenants Social Hour at the hut. Very few folk attended today. When I arrived, only fifteen including myself were there. A most muted session, with an air of misapprehension lingering. Handed in the raffle prizes, gave out the nibbles. So desperate for company, I got the crossword book out. Tsk! But at least Bill (William on Sundays) gave me a hand with some. I could not bear the lack of communications and discouraging silence, and left early, to get back and do WordPress and the idea I had for a funny poem.

Said my farewells and walked back to the block.

Got indoors, had a wee-wee, put the kettle on the boil and got the computer going. But, to no avail… The Virgin Internet and phone were down again! Most irritating and irksome indeed!

I got writing the notes and ideas for the poem, on Word so I could copy them later. The telephone still had no dialling tone, so I knew the internet would not be back on.

Then I thought I’d nip out and ask anyone I could find if they were on Virgin and were having the same problems as I was. Got as far as the lobby. Three tenants there, one said her neighbour had the problem yesterday.

I walked to the Tenant’s Hut and Wardens Deana and Julie were in their little office, busy! Deana, (Julie indicated to me in sign language) was on the phone to Virgin at the time. Then I overheard what she was saying. Around twenty tenants and Virgin users (That sounds naughty, Haha!) had complained to her about their having no telephone line or internet. Thus we had no Alarm Contact box, button or Wrist Alarm either, this system is linked to the phone lines. I hope nobody needs help until it is back on again!

Deana was obviously struggling to get through to someone to talk too, other the auto options. I waited ten minutes or so as she eventually got a human being to converse with. When she got off of the phone, I gave her and Julie a nibble bar.

Deana and I walked back to the flats, as she was going to see if a lady on the eleventh floor had got her line back on yet.

Some impressive Nottingham Street Art in the car park come verge?

I got in number 72 and my phone thus internet was still not working.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

So I got the meal readied and cooking.

Tried the phone line, still nothing.

The clouds through the window, looked a bit like I felt. Flat and dark in patches, but with signs of blue!

Hehe!

Got the ready made meal out of the oven, maybe a twinge overcooked?

Added tomatoes and the fresh garden peas, with a drop of balsamic vinegar, poured over the tiny tomatoes.

A slice of flatbread and Lemon Curd yoghourt to follow, and it all went down very well indeed. Had to rate this one at a 9.5/10 score. The Rosti on top of the lamb underneath it was so crispy and tasty!

Had a read of the book. (There is no internet! Humph!)

Health Checks and medications were taken.

Tried to watch some TV, but struggled to stay awake, I soon gave up trying, turned off TV and got the head down.

I almost sprang awake, with bits of a dream floating about in my head, I wrote down some that I could recall. Got up and got the computer on (The Internet now working) and recorded and updated this diary.

It appears I was in what seemed to be, house made up of parts of all those and the flats and caravans I have resided at over the years. For most of the dream, Lynton Cox and Duncan Robertson and three other blokes were with me, but I cannot recall or even know if I recognised them during the dream.

I kept going out to meet a girl on the bridge, we were groping and snogging, every time this happened one or more of the men would appear and drag me back to the house, and lock me in a different room each time? This happened repeatedly. I think on one of my escapes, I ended up in Amsterdam, then on a coach and me and the same girl travelled to the Weiss Beer Festival, in a massive beer tent we started snogging and this time all of the men arrived to drag me back to the house? That, in conjunction with the notes made, is all I can recall for definite.

This when I realised it was only 2230hrs! I had only been asleep for twenty-minutes before I shot awake! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 13th September 2017: The 13th… what a day to have a dentist appointment. Howling winds and rain last night. Humph!

Wednesday 13th September 2017

0315hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner. The stomach giving me no bother and I felt almost in a state of ataraxia for a few minutes… Until I tried to get up, the recliner shuddered almost violently as it lowered, and as soon as I moved to stand up. First, Hippy Hilda was most unhappy at the movement and then, standing on my painful, poor plates-of-meat stung and almost burned as I got onto them. That would be no doubt due to the enforced route march – Whoopsiedangleplop number three of the five from yesterday?

However, the other ailment were all much easier this morning. Off to the Porcelain Throne, no bother at all there. Arthur Itis, Roger Reflux, Hernia Harry even Anne Gyna were most acceptable pain levels. Duodenal Donald, Hippy Hilda and the plates were the only ones giving any grief.

Made a brew of tea in the new second-hand dainty mug, got a pot of porridge ready to have and did the Health Checks. Sys 159, Dia 79, Temp 32.4, Weight 14.96.

At this point, the innards came to life and bubbled up like, instantly. The rumbling and grumbling and a feeling of, I don’t know the word I need. Queasiness perhaps overcame me (Or should that be squeamishness?). I got the grabber and put the pot of porridge back up on top of the cupboard.

I was earlier, well pleased with the innards situation, especially after waking up to feel the ailments so much better. And now, the relief I felt earlier had turned to a discombobulated feeling of disappointment. Tsk!

Put the hearing aids in, after a search to find the reading glasses that took several minutes (I’d left them in the wet room hanging over the mouthwash bottle?). I went to make another brew, and by golly was the wind a-blowing or what! The beautiful wet-you-through rain persisted down and along in the wind. The howling gusting winds, that seemed to be getting stronger. I hope I can get to the Dentist safely later?

The note I’d left for myself helped me to remember this. Hehe!.

On the computer and started off this diary up to here.

Then finished yesterday’s and got it posted. Checked the Emails.

I popped into the kitchen to make a mug of tea, and saw all the street lights and thought this might make a decent photograph. Back to the computer to collect the camera, returned to the kitchen, and nearly all the lights had gone out. Huh!

Tok this one anyway. The wind had eased a little, but the rain continued to fall.

I thought I was gonna get soaked on my visit to the Dentists, but the rain and the wind dropped quickly?

Got the ablutions tended to and getting ready for the hobble into Sherwood, through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the dental surgery, the lights in the living room flashed and flickered for ages. Mmm?

I sorted and took the waste bags to the chute. Thre was no end of bits of detritus that had been blown in through the gigantic holes in the wall at both ends of each of the corridors.

The chances are the wind would have knocked down the building last night, without them being there? Such was the ferocity of them.

I set out, taking two jars to put in the recycling bin, the recycling bin that has been full for over five days now, incidentally. I’m not blaming our indifferent, elusive, unavailable, unobtainable, unreachable phubbing expert of a caretaker at all. I’m sure he has so many phone calls to make, it must be annoying him these alien blobs on the lift floor, the bins overflowing and debris on every floor of the flats near the lifts, all awaiting his expert attention. Oh, no, not blaming him at all.  Only joking.

I crossed over Chestnut Walk and up the steep gravel path hill. This picture came out very well, considering. I was just about to take a photograph, when the leaves and branches on the ring were blown straight into my face, then back again out of view again. They didn’t hurt at all, just made me jump a bit. Hehe!

Limped slowly up the path and into the park, then left down towards Mansfield Road. The damage from the winds had left branches, berries and leaves all strewn about.

As I neared the gate, a sad sight to behold. Some huge branches had been broken off the wonderful majestic, as was, Conker  Tree near the walkway, by the winds.

I pressed on, feet stinging of course, but Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald were both easier now.

Left out of the gates up and over the crest of the hill, and there, was a wind damaged new advertising hoarding sign.

Onward I limped, down to the dentist, with a feeling of foreboding at having to be seen to by the new younger dentist. The lady one who used to deal with me has gone back to Poland, and I had this chap tend to me on my last visit. Very curt, short and uncommunicative he was. Yesterday I spoke with Bill (William on Sundays), and another chap from the eleventh floor and they both said they used had the lady do them, and remarked on their feeling towards the new man and his not very friendly at all, nature.

I plodded down to the Co-op store. Bought a wholemeal loaf and some smoked bacon, to have with some tinned tomatoes with basil tonight.

Departed and walked back up the hill.

Where I noticed that another Sherwood outlet had closed down.

It’s getting bad now.

I arrived outside the Dentist and took this picture of the new signs and poster on the front of the premises.

Classy innit? Hahaha!

Tentatively, I went in and meekly reported myself to the Sturmbahnfureresses on the reception. I filled in the statement form, two pages now, not one. I was commanded to sit down, so I did.

I did very well with the crosswords. I didn’t finish one of course, but I came very close. Haha!

A nurse came down and had a bit of a job with me concentrating on the crosswords, to make her orders for me to follow her, heard. This did not please her in the least. I accompanied her up the steep stairs, and she disappeared from view, returning a few moment late back at the top of the steps, asking if I was coming – then she must have spotted my right foot sticking out and my battle to get up the rungs, and her nature softened a bit.

The biggest shock of the visit (Apart from the cost to come), was the young dentist being kind to me! “Hello, Mr Chambers and how are we today?”; with a fixed imitation half-smile showing through his chin stubble. It was all put on, amateurishly as well. Plainly, others had complained about his previous bullish approach and told someone about it, and he had been warned. He was even mock-patient with me when I struggled to get down in the chair.

Within seconds he was hovering over me, saying something to the nurse about the teeth. He leant back to me, sharing his curry scented breath with me too, and prodded the back teeth with a tool of some sort. Gave them a right few belts he did. Then declared I needed a filling, but I don’t need any anaesthetic because it was only a small one. Could he do it now? – I nodded, I would have spoken to him, but the pain from where he’d stuck the prodder in the tooth was still hurting. Huh!

He got on with the task, it did hurt of course, but he was no doubt trying to save the cost of the painkillers.

He gave me the paperwork to take down to the receptionist, he even offered to carry my bag down the stairs for me.

The Obergefeiteress received the paperwork and charged me £56.30, bless her. Gave me a time and date for the next appointment. Wednesday 14th March at 0840hrs. I wrote this down on the crossword book, and hobbled out, thinking I would catch the first L9 back up the hill to the flats. This I did. But, it turned out to be a Whoopsiedangleplop AGAIN! It was too early to use the free bus-pass… AGAIN! So, I had to pay the man. It was only after two bus stops and a lady got on at the next one, and got on for free! This, after she told him, she was a pensioner and could not walk up the hill and waffled on at him. Tsk!

I alighted and walked limpingly along towards the flats, and took a photograph of this rather beautiful bit of the walkway.

The mobile phone burst into tune. It was the Doctors surgery telling me that the INR Warfarin Blood level had risen to 5.8 now. This is opposite to the blood-clot and heart attack area. Rather the ‘Cut your yourself and bleed to death’, and the ‘You’re going to feel cold mate’ mode. I added the details she gave me to the Crossword book with the Dentist details already in there. She gave me the new dosages and the next blood test was arranged for Tuesday 19th September at 1100hrs.

As I did, a voice from behind called my name… it was Warden Deana, and I was go glad to see her. Always cheers me up seeing this lass. We walked into the flats together.

I got in and had a wee-wee.

Put the bread in the bin, bacon in the fridge and got the computer on to update the appointment calender. Then added things to the written diary as well.

Seems I am going to be medically busy next week. Hehe!

Between cups of tea (A bit of thirst developed here?).

Got the tomatoes seasoned and into the saucepan with some tomato juice added and heated the oven ready for the bacon later.

Although raining again, the view was very nice as the sun popped out for me to take this photograph.

Did a bit more TFZer graphic prep work. I may have to abandon this series I’m working on, because CorelDraw has started freezing on me when I try to edit in CorelPaint. Most irritating!

Got the meal in the dish, just the seasoned tomatoes and smoked back bacon, with the fresh bread, followed with the last pot of the Lemon Mousse and a lemon-curd yoghourt. So easy to prepare, but a devil to clean up after cooking. Does anyone clean ovens in their spare time please? How much do you charge? Hehe!

Such a simple meal, but I gave it a 9.2/10 rating.

Settled and got the DVD on and watched some of the ‘Hustle’ episodes. I was surprised I was still awake after being up for over 16 hours, and still conscious and enjoying the stories.

Had to dismount the recliner for a wee-wee, which turned into a Porcelain Trone session, a good one, no mess, no blood.

While up, I decided to clean the pots and to look threateningly at the dirty oven. Hehe!

Back in the recliner and nodded off, but woke up at 0140hrs, wide awake again. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 12th September 2017: Blood Test and Whoopsiedangleplops Galore Day

Not that I expect to still be here in 2042, of course. Hehe!

Tuesday 12th September 2017

0035hrs: Awoken and in need of the Porcelain Throne. I had to remove the signs of my nocturnal nibbling from my ample stomach as I alighted the very-shaky rattling £300 second-hand recliner. As I sat there on the Throne, two things became apparent to me. One that I was itching so much on the head that I thought I might have nits or some cooties, despite my being bald? Two, Trotsky Terence had left me in peace now, in fact, the session was slightly intimating to me that Constipation Conrad is getting ready for an attack? Humph!

Made a brew of tea and did the Health Checks. Sys 139, Dia 69, Pulse 84, Temp 33.9 and Weight 14.94.

I put the nibbles in the bag for surgery staff and hopefully Nurse Nichole, and not Obergfreiteress Nurse Ann. (She scares the living daylights out of me), who takes my blood this morning.

Tomorrow, it’s the dentist for 0900hrs. Next week, the Audio Clinic and to have Hilda Hips looked at again.

Onto the computer and finished off yesterdays post. Tons of Emails to sort next.

Hours spent on Facebooking. I’ll try to get another TFZer graphic done if time before I get the ablutions and readied for the blood test. Done it, Marie, with her new recipe. Hehe!

Got the ablutions done and tidied me in the clean clobber, and off down in the lift, with plenty of time to spare to get to the surgery at the specified time.

On the elevator floor, there was still the ‘Blob’ whatever it is, from last Wednesday. It had lost its grungy green colour, but still appeared to be breathing to me? Hehehe!

The Obergefreiter Caretaker and expert ‘Phubber’, Bob, will no doubt get around to cleaning it eventually, I don’t want anyone rushing him.  Just because they now charge us more for the Communal Area Cleaning and CCTV that doesn’t work, (Well it might if you want to view the stars and clouds) it doesn’t naturally follow, that it will get done, you know. (Bill (William on Sundays), told me that!

Not a soul in sight as I walked along Chestnut Walk and down Winchester Street.

No workmen, tenants, caretakers or OBergrupenfurheresses.

At the corner of the first bend, the bus shelter was having some work done on it, no idea what, but it was taking a lorry, a van, and eight men.

I limped through the children’s playground on the corner of  Mansfield Street.

Not a beautiful sight – the No Smoking Sign had been ripped down, and nub-ends and a smelling pile of sick, and empty crushed lager cans, scattered on the floor near the bench!

I got further down and onto Mansfield Road, took a left up the gradient.

At the traffic Lights with Haydn Road, I heard the siren of this police car as it neared the junction and turned right. It went through against the lights and nearly hit the Calverton black bus.

Just over the brow of the hill, there was a traffic queue of over half a mile!

Radio Nottingham warned of delays here due to gas works ongoing.

I plodded down the hill and got to the Sherrington Park Surgery with time to spare for the blood test.

Logged in and got the crosswords book out, and was doing well with them until  I was called in by, not Nurse Nichole, not Obergefreiter Nurse Anne, but a new unknown nurse? Who was pleasant enough and had a sense of humour that suited me.

She soon had me done and dusted, and I handed the nibbles to the receptionists and set off to catch a bus into Arnold to get some bread and have a nosey around. However, this trip, unfortunately, was the start of the:

Whoopsiedangleplop No.1: Tried to swipe my Pensioners Free Bus Pass on getting on the bus, and got a well-practised smirk and grin from the driver, who tapped his wristwatch – it then dawned on me it was too early to use the pass! So, I apologised and paid the man £2 fare money, and sat red-faced, getting the crossword book out.

Whoopsiedangleplop No.2: I’d got on the wrong bus without realising it until I looked up from the crossword book, and wondered where the heck I was?

Whoopsiedangleplop No.3: I got off on one of the housing estates, and had to decide which way to walk, to hopefully find my way into Arnold.

I felt a little more confident that I was going the right way, after walking half a mile along the road I chose and saw that it dropped off downhill.

I had an idea that I might end up near the old Ministry of Transport driving school.

Two aching, burning feet and knees, Hippy Hilda complaining and Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald giving me agony, that’s the only word to describe how things were by then. After covering, I don’t know how many miles, I recognised the Ministry of Transport building in the distance at the bottom of the road – the topography and geography all fell into place then.

This building is now an Insurance Agent office.

I hobbled around the back of the building and along to the Front Street in Arnold.

At last, I arrived. Boy oh boy, the feet were stinging terrible, and Hilda Hips horribly painful by now. I am an old fool!

I limped into Boyes Store, seen here on the left, and purchased some foot spray, air freshener and Zoflora citrus disinfectant. I use the Zoflora diluted as a spray on the washing machines, WC and bins.

Paid the kind lady who served me, and checked the time to see if I had sufficient minutes to call in Asda to get the bread before the L9 bus arrived. I thought had, so I struggled to Asda and had a look around. I ended up getting Marmite crisps, some nibbles for the Social Hour gang, fresh peppers, tomatoes, and some small turnips. I wanted to get just a yellow pepper but had to get a pack of red, yellow and orange. I must ask someone later which is the mildest. I asked Tim on the web a while ago, but I’m blown if I can remember which one it is I want. Not surprising with how today’s luck has gone up to now!

The knees froze a bit when I was going through the checkout, and this displeased the lady serving and the customer behind. Oh, dear!

At the bus stop, the Police Station that opened last year was being demolished.

As I waited not daring to sit down, in case Hilda Hips or Arthur Itis kicked off and I could not get back up again, I realised I had not bought the thing I went out for, Bread! Still, I think I have some in the freezer to use.

Minutes later a lorry arrived with some hardcore to be delivered at the old station. So maybe they are going to alter it to another use?

I must have looked a bit rough, cause people kept asking me if I wanted to have their seat in the shelter. Hehe! I thanked them and declined their kind offers.

The bus arrived, and I settled into one of the higher seats and got the crossword book out.

Whoopsiedangleplop No.4: I fell asleep, and when I woke up, the crossword book was on the floor, and for a moment I wondered where I was. Still, it made for some amusement for a few of the other passengers.

When the bus crossed the traffic island on the ring road, I got the camera out and took a shot from the same place, more or less, of where the pigeon was yesterday, just in case he was still there.

He wasn’t, of course.

No one I knew got on in Sherwood, but a gang of them got on when I got off at the flats. A few ‘Hellos’, ‘Are you all rights’ and ‘How yer goings’ were exchanged.

I really was in difficulties with the feet and knees now and took my time getting back to the flats. (I had no option really but to do this, Haha!) I heard some horn-papping persistently and eventually, I turned around to have a look in the direction of the noise… and then, Whoopsiedangleplop No.5: I’d left my flat-hat on the bus, or floor of the bus, and one of the lady tenants very kindly chased after me and handed it to me. Bless her cotton socks. She shall have extra nibbles! Oh, Yes! I thanked her profusely and copiously.

When I made it up to the flat in the lift to the twelfth floor and got out, and I met the delightful Obergruppenfurheress Deana. I was glad I did, cause it gave me the opportunity to ask her if she was interested in having two lamb cook-in-the-bag joints that I had left after trying them and finding them too sweet for my tastes. Also, I had some nibbles for her. She was calling on Josie next door, another lovely lady. Said she would call to see me later.

I got in the apartment and had a wee-wee, then took the medications, with three extra painkillers. So bad was the feet and Hippy Hilda after my enforced route march. Tsk!
But they were only Paracetamol, and one of the smaller 30g Codeine Phosphates, so they should not cause me any bother.

Got the potatoes, mushrooms and turnips in the Crock-Pot. I plan to have them with a tin of Mackerel fillets in BBQ sauce, an apple and some garden peas and bread and butter?

Then started to update this diary, and get the photographicalisations I’d took during the Whoopsiedangleplop filled day, ready to use.

Several wee-wees and cups of strong-tasty tea later, Deana returned. Had a chinwag ensued and she kindly took the lamb and nibbles, very luckily she was just off to have a salad, so the seaweed came in handy. Caring gals, Deana and Josie.

Checked the Crock-Pot, and moved the peas and mushrooms into a saucepan to warm off later. Turned the slow-cooker to the high setting.

Updated the diary here, then checked the Morrison order for Thursday. Took two items off of it, and added about ten, nibbles, chestnut mushrooms and a Lamb Rosti Shepherds Pie, that was expensive, but looked lovely.

Had a check on the Emails and responded answers and WordPress reading.

Facebooking.

Checked the fodder, then onto CorelDraw, TFZ. Made a start.

Got the fodder served up. A salad of sorts I suppose I could call it. Surimi, mackerel in sauce, spuds, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar, peas, turnip, sliced apple and chestnuts with seaweed. Rated this one at 9.2/10, and enjoyed it.

Went to get a mug of orange juice and the sky looked a tad threatening.

Selected what to watch on TV. (I don’t know why I bother doing this? Hehe!).

The feet finally stopped stinging after I’d got the legs up for an hour or so, but when I had to go to the wet room, Hilda Hips did not like me moving.

Back to the recliner and nodded off, woke-up repeatedly. Huh!

Inchcock Today: Monday 11th September 2017

Monday, September 11th, 2017

0025hrs: Jumped awake and the first thing I noticed was the lack of rumbling innards. A call to the Porcelain Throne developed, and I made my way to the wet room. Where the session was the best one for days and days… Very good, so much betterer that I did not need to do any extra cleaning up afterwards.

To the kitchen and made a brew, took the medications and did the Health Checks (A little early, but at this time I did not realise how early I had risen until I saw the clock, Tsk!). Sys158, Dia 63 Pulse 88, Temp 35.8 and the weight 14.94 the same as yesterday.

Started the computer and began this diary.

0130hrs: Being as I had risen prematurely, I decided to get the laundry room duties done, so gathered the accoutrements and clothes and down and got the machine going, and back to the flat to carry on with this post for a while.

0205hrs: Down to move the washing from washer to dryer, did a bit of cleaning, then up again to carry on computerisationing.

Back in the flat, it dawned on me how kind the ailments were to me today. Apart from Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald, I could hardly complain at all. Made me a tiny bit nervous, in fashion, if you know what I mean?

0215hrs: Updated this post to here, then got on with updating yesterdays and posted it off.

0300hrs: Down to collect the laundry and clean the machines.

The ‘Sterile’ corridor on the ground floor looked terribly bare and Russian-like for some reason.

I was still feeling uncomfortably free of ailments, and this continued to worry me? Even the ingravescent nature of Hippy Hilda seems to be taking a holiday this morning?

Collected the agglomeration of clothes, sorted and folded them, got them in the bag, then cleaned the filters and the inside of the machine drum.

0329hrs: Back up in the flat and put away the things in the airing cupboard, the trousers I put in the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop bag with the saucepans and radio, to take to them when I go to the dentists later in the week.

The wind is cold and stiff this morning, and entering through the multitude of cracks in the window framing and doors. Brr!

I made a Morrison order, sent it off.

Started to do the Silly Poem post. Got it completed and posted off.

Then checked the Emails. Then caught up on Facebook.

0830hrs: Off to get the ablutions done now. Back in a bit.

0908hrs: All done now. Another Porcelain Throne visit, but it went well again, no cleaning up to do afterwards either. Rushed about in time to get to the bus stop in time.

The rain was pelting down, as I left the apartment.

By the time I got down in the lift, it had almost stopped, but still coming. Walked down along with some other tenants from the foyer, I held my brolly over Anne as we were joined by several others later. Chinwagging, moaning, complaining, laughing and socialising carried out until the vehicle arrived.

Had a go on the crosswords en route, dropped off the bus at Sainsbury’s store in Daybrook. Got some cooked shelled Chestnuts, baby beetroots on offer, a leek, three small turnips and Surimi Royal fish sticks. Also some Mini-Cheddars Stilton flavour, these were for me, not handing out as nibbles. I tried some last week, and I love them!

At the checkout, there were only three working, and the self-serve ones all had red lights on. The chap on the checkout that I had a long wait to get served on was a right friendly type. So short on customer care and snotty with it, I thought that maybe he is related to Lord Sainsbury himself? I paid the nice highfaluting, smart-alecky man.

Give him credit, though he was intelligent enough not to say anything wrong, it was just the way he said it unsmilingly and without acknowledging me. As a professional, I rated him at 8.8/10.I bet he could get a job as a receptionist at the Audio Clinic, easily.

I bet he could get a job as a receptionist at the Audio Clinic, easily.

As I made my way to the bus-stop, I almost caught a sidewalk accident as this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly collided with a young lady on the corner outside the store.

The drizzle lessened into a stop while I was waiting for the L9 to arrive.

Onto the bus and had a rather more successful bash at the crossword book than usual. Despite the best efforts of the young lady in a seat on the other side of the bus. Almost shouting down her phone or whatever it was, with headphones on. The girl was pleasant enough, just very loud, bless her. I only mentioned this because she was pretty, so I took her picture. Hehe!

As we crossed over the traffic island on the Ring Road, I was lucky enough to want to photographicalise the wet road and traffic.

Lucky, because I caught this pigeon sat on top of a beacon. He was dead still, soaked through and I think he had some racing tabs on his legs. (Not certain) If he did, I wondered if he got lost in the rain.

I was joined on the bus by six other residents of the flats when they got on in Sherwood. Two ladies sat in front of me, and I handed them some nibbles.

I got off the bus first and started to walk back to the apartments, but I was soon overtaken.

Through the morning the left knee had got much worse, but Hippy Hilda had got a lot less bothersome?

We all had a laugh in the lift, well four of us, did.

Into the flat, and after a wee-wee, I put the purchases away.

Made a cuppa, did the Health Checks and took the midday medications.

Back on the computer and updated this diary.

I honestly took these three pictures within 4 minutes of the same view:

The wind was so strong it carried the clouds and rain right passed in that time? Amazing! It was so changeable for hours like this. Thankfully, nothing like the poor devils are suffering in America, though.

Did some TFZer graphicalisationing and got it posted off.

Health Checks and medications imbibed.

Nosh cooked and served up.

Best rating I could give this one is 7/10, I’m afraid.

The Asda minced beef pie was terrible. The mince and gravy were fatty in the extreme and the pastry tasteless! The turnips not very nice. The Sainsburys beetroot was as hard as ball bearings. Not at all enjoyable, other than the potato balls and the lemon desserts.

I nibbled, nodded off and woke several times, nay, many times while I was supposedly watching the TV. Hehe!

Inchcock Today: Saturday/Sunday 9th/10th September 2017: I hate weekends, especially those like this one!

Saturday 9th September 2017

0330hrs: Woke up with a start – Fumbled about struggling to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room for a wee-wee. The stomach bloated and rumbling again, but no call to the Porcelain Throne yet. Had a rather painful wee-wee, no idea why, but it flowed stingingly and reluctantly? As I awaited the flow, my mind went a little short independently psittaceous journey, with its rambling thoughts about myself and life, about this, that and many ponderings of unknown origin. So much so, I welcomed the pain when it came, for it returned my brain to its usual confused, befuddled state, and stopped the sudden rambling off into trying to be clever and understand things.

Did the Health Checks: Sys 160, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 33.3 and Weight (Not good at all this) 14.98, Oh dear!

Ah, time for the Trotsky Terence inspired visitation to the Throne. Messy still, perhaps a bit worse than last night. Took another Morrison’s Acute Diarrhorea Capsule. I added one to the evening medication pot as well. The stomach was still distended and rumbling a bit.

The rain started again, and the high winds continued, as soon as I had taken this photographicalisation on the left here. This was an attempt at getting a panoramic shot with the Lumix camera. For some reason, I keep failing to record all that I scanned over every time I try to do this. Shaking Shaun was making it hard not to tremble when taking photographs. So I decided to get the old Sony camera on charge and try later with that one, which had an easier grip on it.

I got the leads in and thought I recalled there being a light come on when this is in charge mode. But there was no light showing anywhere?

Eventually, my brain realised that the Nikon charging leads were attached to the power, and not the Sony one. I did feel a fool! And hoped I had not damaged anything by making this Whoopsiedangleplop. Crossed fingered I found the right charger and connected it, and the red light appeared. Phew! Left it charging up.

Made a start on updating yesterdays diary. With having taken so many pictures, this took me many hours to get sorted and done. Until 1000hrs!

Back to the Throne for another messy session.

Made another mug of tea and took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.

Then, I got the vegetables cooking to have with the beef pie later. Added balsamic vinegar and Polish seasoning.

Please note, there is no blood on the chopping board today. Hehe!

As I took a photograph of the vegetables, I spotted one of the quartered mushrooms and thought how much it looked like a face. But by the time I got the photo on here, I couldn’t see what I did before? Odd that!

Back on the computer and started the Emails and WordPress reading. This took me until 1230hrs.

Began this diary page, and once more, had to visit the Porcelain Throne. The WC needed a lot of cleaning again, after the session. Humph!

Turned to Facebooking.

1445hrs: Got the pie, chestnuts and tomatoes in the oven.

Health Checks etc. Porcelain Throne visit – feeling a bit weak now. Hehe!

Meal sorted and served up.

Beef pie, boiled spud, carrots, parsnips, red onions, orange peppers and mushrooms cooked with some balsamic vinegar, beef gravy, tomatoes and sliced apple.

I had a pot of lemon mousse to follow.

Struggling a bit with Craig Cramps and Shaking Steven paying me a visit. Had to be careful doing the pots.

Got the TV on and finished off the Lemon Curd ice-cream. The only thing that was not perfect in eating this was the cramps made eating it a little embarrassing.

Nodded off, I’m sure I had many dreams, but cannot recall any details, just a feeling one of them was a battlefield in deep freezing snow.

Had to get up for a Trotsy Terence inspired a visit to the Porcelain Throne. (Getting fed-up of these sessions now, Hehe!).

The camera had charged up, and as I made a mug of tea to take a Diarrhorea Donald calming capsule, the skyline was very colourful and beautiful, and I took a shot of it.

It came out nothing like the view my eyes saw. A bit disappointed with it actually. Mind you, I did struggle to keep the hands and fingers steady.

Back in the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to get to sleep – if I’d wanted to watch TV or a DVD, I’d have fallen asleep, but because I wanted and needed sleep, of course, I had to turn on the TV in the hopes of achieving my mission to at least snooze. Humph!

Sunday 10th September 2017

0340hrs: I woke and found myself in the right grumpy and pessimistic mood, without any reason particularly. Fair enough: I hate weekends when I cannot get out on the bus. I despise not being able to do the cleaning, the stomach well swollen and painful. Trotsky Terence is still with me, Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald all giving me bother at the same time... but this is not unusual, or out of the ordinary, exceptional, remarkable, extraordinary, unexpected nor, surprising. So, why have I woken with instant gloom? And with an unpleasant olfactory sense in my nose. I seemed to have B.O., smells from Trotsky Terence and the feet all around me? Very confusing.

Afer laying there for a few minutes trying to work out what has caused this recession in confidence and contentment, I had to dismount the £300 second-hand recliner to have a wee-wee. Even that was painful, maybe a touch of a urinary tract infection. Maybe this is connected to the swollen stomach I have had for a few days?

Somehow this did not bother or worry me, just annoyed me?

Got the kettle on and made a cuppa, took the Health Checks and medications, remembering to take a Diarrhorea Capsule.

Reflux Roger joined in with the other ailments. Tsk! Sys152, Dia 69, Pulse 76, Temp 35.9 and weight the highest ever in my life at 15.00. This did not help my melancholia.

I took the now almost daily photograph out of the kitchen window of the scene below, with the old camera. I struggled to keep the camera steady again, and the colours were nothing like those I saw with my eyes.

Back into the recliner room and signs of nocturnal nibbling were discovered.

I glanced around at the mess the room was in.

All the paperwork is waiting to be sorted, the windows needed cleaning, wood polishing, DVDs left scattered around, floor Hoov… I had to stop myself thinking about things I cannot do at the moment, and got the computer on to update this diary and get the photographicalisations downloaded and resized.

I could sense the building up and brewings, of Trotsky Terence’s doings, but still no movement?

I was genuinely a bit worried about how things were this morning, and my emotions and lack of confidence in my abilities to cope came to the fore. Surprisingly while stewing over this dilemma, all my failures, mistakes and wrong decisions flooding into the already I believe delicate, brain. I do not know why I am recording this, sorry. I will try not to mention the negatives in future unless there are any humorous sides to go with them.

Checked the Emails.

WordPress reading was done.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. The messy and long session left me with a feeling of lassitude.

Back onto the computer and had a Facebooking sitting.

Onto CorelDraw to try and make progress with the latest TFZ series graphics. Finally got them all finished and posted off to the TFZer site and onto Facebook. Here are some of them.

Pleased with myself for finally getting them finished, I celebrated by doing the ablutions and having a walk out through the Tree Copse and park.

Inside the Copse, it was getting a little threadbare foilage-wise compared to last weeks visit, but it was still beautiful in there to me.

As I got to the top and looked back at the flats, I was amazed to see the living room window two floors above mine, was wide open?

I zoomed in and took this picture.

Why anyone would leave their window open in the gale that was blowing, I don’t know?

I hobble through the trees and to the top and right by the varmints playground, through the trees and down to the back of the flats.

Back in, and feeling rather much better than I did earlier, I set about getting the fodder prepared. Beef slice, tinned garden peas, beetroot, chestnuts and some ‘Special’ Inchcock Potatoes.

These were boiled slowly until over cooked a tad, then mashed up, skin and all with some strong cheddar cheese and a drop of vinegar, then into the oven to brown and crisp them off, with halved tomatoes on the top. Too much perhaps, but very nice indeed, rating this effort as a 9.2/10.

Did the washing up and settled down to watch some ‘Hustle’ DVD.

Soon nodded off.

Inchcock Today – Friday 8th September 2017: Accifauxpa, Whoopsiedangleplop, Depression and Trotsky Trouble. Still, it keeps me busy. Huh!

Moral? Get Elected to Parliament and Fiddle Expenses?

Friday 8th September 2017

0235hrs: Rain and both types of wind greeted me when I sprang wide awake. Wind outside and from the rear quarters; Which prompted me to disentangle myself from the £300 second-hand recliner, and stub my toe as I hastily made my way to the Porcelain Throne.

Trotsky Terence made the session another messy one. Cleaned things up and into the kitchen. Took the medications with an extra ADR capsule.

Health Checks: Sys 160, Dia 71, Pulse 84, Temp 33.3 and, oh dear, Weight 14.9 Sob!

Back to the Throne, Humph!

Got the vegetables for the lamb meal prepared in the Crock-Pot with water and lamb gravy to season them a bit. Parsnips, mushrooms, orange peppers, carrots, red onions and leeks.

Bit of an Accifauxpa with the knife, Fool!

Made a mug of tea and got the computer on and updated yesterday’s post and did some graphicalisationing to use later.

0500hrs: Did the Email checks and WordPress reading. Then Facebooked for a while.

The stomach started to bloat even more, and the noises from within were gurgling away. Hehe!

Spent an hour doing more work on the next TFZer series.

0825hrs: Ablutions tended to.

0916hrs: Readied things and set off out to the bus stop.

A few other tenants met in the foyer, and an exodus of those residents took place, with me bringing up the rear. Hehe!

The rain had stopped altogether now, and we made our way to the end of the road and the bus stop.

We were joined by many others, from the Winchester Court Flats. I should think, there were 16 of us loitering, laughing and chattering away. The lady from Briarwood Home was passing and came over to tell me she had gained nearly two pounds in weight. I told her how proud I was of her because I was.

Had a go at the crosswords en route, and dropped off at the terminus on Queen Street.

I had a hobble around all sides of the Council House. On South Parade I noticed the new (Yet another) Burger King eatery had a sign telling us that they had 140 seats upstairs. I couldn’t count those on the ground floor, but there seemed to be the same amount there, so 280 seats. Oddly, I only 5 of them being used by customers as I passed by the place.

I limped down Exchange Walk, to find the new (I think during the day in town I must have walked by eight McDonalds), and this one claimed to have 240 seats available.

They had 12 customers in view.

There are more eateries and Charity Shops than retailers in some areas of the City nowadays.

I called into the M & S food hall in their basement and had a wander around. Didn’t buy anything, just had a nosey. Despite there being a lot of tempting tasty foods on offer, I resisted. (Smug mode adopted)

I exited the store and wandered around ST Peter’s Church area. The old cafe on Hounds Gate that closed two years ago, still lay empty. But I saw that the Estate Agents had put up a new To Let board, in a vain hope of tempting some sucker to try their luck and fail in retailing?

The Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came into view as a bonus. Haha!

I nipped up to the Audiology Clinic to check the date for the hearing test (The reason I was in town) and managed the hill without too much hassle.

The same two ‘Don’t-disturb-our-conversation’ Obergefreiteress receptionists were on duty as on my last visit. And still gossiping away with each other again as they pretended to deal with the patients. I got to the counter of the other lady this time to be given the disdain, derision and scorn that emitted from her expression and vocal-comments, in a far more hostile and practised manner than from those that the other girl offered last week. Obviously, she was the more experienced ‘Put-Downer’ of the two. She had vitiated my day within seconds of her first comment. A true professional disparager, with a smooth, natural tristifical approach to the elderly patients, that the NHS needs to keep the old varmints away and save money! Might I vote for her as ‘The Most Valuable Asset within the NHS’ poll in the newspaper?

Down the hill and called at the Sainsbury Shop and got some flatbread and a bottle of Spring Water.

Round the corner and into the Slab Square. Where the removal of the Nottingham Beach and the entertainment rides and stalls was still going on.

A rare sight at the corner of the Council House, two PCSO’s (Police Community Support Officers). They have had their number cut by 40% as part of the Government cost cutting.

The real star of this shot was the little girl hanging onto her Mother’s hand. As soon as she saw me with the camera up to my eye, the biggest most appealing smile came over her face. Lovely, An entertainer in the making.

As I made my way to the bus stop, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist on Long Row, weaved his way speedily and dangerously I thought, through the pedestrians, coming far too close to them for comfort. He had a box on his back with UBER written on it. I assumed he was a food delivery chap?

I was well early at the bus stop, so I walked up around the corner and had a wander down the narrow Norfolk Place.

This alleyway always reminds me of America, due to the AC units outside of the windows.

I investigated this building closer and found that in the photograph, is nine student flats.

When I got home, I looked on the web out of interest and found: They cost from £135 (Flat nine single room) to £160 to £200 a week: The higher being for the same room but double occupancy.

Modern kitchen, Shower & WC, High-Speed Internet, Study desk & chair, Shelves, Double bed, Television flat screen HD, Full insulation, Large sofa, Electric cookers, Fridge/freezer, Microwave oven, Shared Laundry Room, Includes Freeview, Water, the Internet, Contents insurance, CCTV.
Electricity: £12. I wonder if the owners take over 70’s in, who are studying survival? Hehe!

Back to the bus stop and caught one home.

Off the bus at the apartments and into the flat ASAP and enjoyed a Porcelain Throne visit for 15 minutes! That was three minutes activities and 12 minutes cleaning up afterwards. Humph!

Got the lamb cooking, other stuff was already in the Crock-Pot.

The wind outside was getting up rather violently, so that gave me an excuse not to clean the dirty kitchen windows again. Tsk!

Fatigue fell on me, as is usual lately in the afternoons.

A rinse and into the jammies, Health Checks and medications were taken – then back to the Porcelain Throne, but it turned out to be a false alarm, just wind from the bloated innards.

Got the nosh sorted and presented on the tray.

This was not a good result at all. In fact, a bad one all round, one of my worst for yonks and yonks. Humph!

The lamb while looking well shriven, was smelling very nice, was not very hot at all, the sauce seemed curdled? I tried adding some Bisto lamb gravy stock to it but realised too late I had used Bisto Pork gravy stock. The vegetables were alright, mind. I ate it all the same but felt that I shouldn’t have after, as the bloated stomach got more and more distended and painful.

Trotsky Terence demanded a return to the Throne and got one. Messy once again and took a lot of sorting and cleaning when over with.

However, I did feel much easier after the session and treated myself to some of the Morrison’s Lemon curd Ice-Cream.

Within seconds of enjoying this, it was back to the Porcelain Throne! I was aware of how lucky I had been that Trotsky didn’t attack while I was out and about!

Took another of the capsules and an extra painkiller.

Slowly the innards seemed to settle, and I got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, and watched three Hustle DVD episodes, without falling asleep, too!

Got up for a wee-wee, and realised I’d left the hot water tap running.

Despondency came over me. Genuine real few ennui minutes. So much so, that when I got settled again and turned off the TV and DVD, sleep would not come, for the brain was racing. Trundling along of its own accord, self-recriminations, loathing… the failures, inabilities even loneliness… I was a mental wreck for a while.

Now I know I am a lucky person because I was not coping with these emotions well at all – when the innards winds blasted out, and another rush to the wet room was needed, it helped.

Even I had to laugh (between curses, Hehe!) when I stubbed my toe again en route, on the same flipping bucket, the bucket that everytime I stub the tootsie on, I swear to move, and don’t! I’ve now moved it! The session was mostly wind, but still needed a bit of cleaning up afterwards again. All this seemed to help me forget the blues and depression, and I limped back to the chair and got down, the world was a different place.

Wierd or what?

Thursday 7th September 2017 – Social Hour Day-Medication Whoopsiedangleplop, to the delight of Trotsky Terence. Humph!

Hehehe!

Thursday 7th September 2017

0335hrs: Woke in the £300 second-hand recliner with the stomach rumbling away. Sure that I dreamt earlier something about my being inside a body, and trying to wash off graffiti from the Sigmoid Colon innards. (Where did I get this name from, is it real or did I make it up in the dream?) I was wearing a butchers apron as I used too many years ago when working at the Nottingham Cooperative Society as Greenfruit and Wetfish shop manager? This was the first time in weeks I think that I recalled actual parts of a nightmare.

My innards put an end to by pondering over my hey-days as the rumblings turned violent and I hastily struggled out of the chair and to the wet room and much-needed Porcelain Throne. Where the almost burning pains were alleviated as I painfully and messily evacuated the contents and had a good clean-up. I fear my thinking is becoming dereistic?

Into the kitchen and did the Health Checks, made a brew in the new second-hand mug and shuddered at the weight I had gained overnight, and this just after a heavy Porcelain Throne exodus, too! Tsk!
I took a Loperamide Hydrochloride capsule, to try and counterbalance the return of the dreaded Trotsky Terence!

Sys 158, Dia 63, Pulse 76, Temp 35.8 and the tonnage (Hehe!) at 14.97!

Buying the silly mug yesterday, I am sure, is a sign of my becoming an oniomania sufferer, (CBD) and think I may have to mention it to someone in the know?

Back to get the computer going, and signs of overnight nibbles were found. Guilt and self-reproach had to be repelled!

Started this post going up to here, and then begun to finish off yesterdays when a second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived.

And what an unpleasant affair this one was again. Luckily I had the pen and crossword book stored in the wet room for such occasions. Any tips? Hehehe!

Back to the diary updating. With a couple of visits to the Porcelain Throne interrupting the proceedings.Then… recognition of a Calamitus Whoopsiedangleplop made earlier!

Then… recognition of a Calamitus Whoopsiedangleplop made earlier!

Muggings here had taken a Senna tablet in error for a Diah-Limit one! This could be interesting. Oh, dearie me!

I got the pod peas and orange peppers into the Crock-Pot with some brown sugar to the marinade, them to use later.

Realised I’d forgotten the mushrooms and sliced a few and added them afterwards.

Finally got the Wednesday diary done and posted off. Then checked the Emails and responded to them and WordPress.

A little time left before I had to get the things ready for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour, so I had a go on Facebook.

Onto the ablutionisationing session. Far fewer cuts shaving today, Trotsky Terence intervened once, teggies, medicationalisationing of certain quarters, got the new trousers on and took the rubbish bags to the chute.

Collected the bag of raffle prizes and nibbles and set out for the Winwood shed.

No folks or workmen in sight as I took a slow amble down to the shed. Taking two photographicalisations of flowers on the grass verge that were near the bus stop.

Nature is marvellous, it is just a shame it took me all these years to get around to appreciate it more.

Just one berry left on this giant bush, looking so lonely with the others dying around him. This yellow flower was the only one of the hundreds around that did not have a centre pattern?

Into the hut, there were a few more residents here this week compared to last. They demolished the nibbles in short order, many taking two, one for their partner who can’t get to the meeting. I can see what will happen now, those without a partner will be wanting two next week! Hehe!

No BJ this week, but I remembered he is on holiday in Cornwall, and next month two weeks in Ireland. Jealous? Me?

Folks seemed in a decent mood.

When I left early to catch the bus to Arnold, a lorry arrived delivering hardcore.

I meant to get the man in the pictures little dog in the frame but missed him. The tiny spirited thing didn’t half have a go at the lorry when it passed them, making the two of them jump a little.

A lot of tenants arrived to catch a bus, and the lady from the end home came, and we had an excellent nattering session. This girl lives in the Home at the end of Chestnut Drive. Briarwood Court ran by Metropolitan, it provides accommodation for people with learning disabilities. Accommodation consists of a four-bedroom house and seven self-contained single flats. They provide white goods, and there is a communal washing machine and tumble drier. A key-worker provides fifteen hours per week of one-to-one support in the customer’s home. Support is provided for as long as each client needs it, with the intention that they develop the skills and confidence to eventually live independently. (Found the above details on the web) The poor thing was in a bit of a confused state and very worried about them hassling her about her loss of weight. She had lost three stone in a year, and I think they were trying to help her to gain weight. They have a holiday she can go on for free, to the Mediterranean, but say she must get her weight up to 8 stone, or she will not be allowed to go on it. She told me of the things happening to her and people getting upset with her. Perhaps they are trying to get her to understand things health wise for her benefit? I don’t know anything other than what she tells me but felt a little honoured that she chose to say it to me.

During the chinwagging, on the bus, she asked if it would be possible for her to attend the Winwood Social Hour. Bill (William on Sundays) and Roy both said I should ask one of our Obergruppenfurheresses. Maybe I could invite her as a friend? She is a gentle lady, and I believe she needs extra help than she is getting. I wish I could assist in some way. When Warden Deana returns from her holiday, I will inquire.

I did offer her a nibble, and she thanked me and took one, a Penguin bar but will she eat it? Bless her.

Dropped off the bus in Arnold and went straight to Asda. Where I had a long slow hobble around and ended up spending far too much on unneeded fodder again. Humph! I bought Nibbles for the meetings, a parsnip, carrot, red onion, leek, bread thins and two beef slices in pastry.

Went to get the bus and missed it. Tsk! Decided to have a look around the shops before catching the bus going the other way, and staying on it to come back again on the way to town. Does that make sense?

Hobbled to the Iceland store, bought nothing.

Then out and along to the Fulton Foods shop, where they had some very cheap offers on nibbles, and I purchased a box of – Lamb steaks in rosemary and mint sauce cook-in-the-bag style. Might have one of these tomorrow with some Crock-Pot veg cooked in seasoned with lamb gravy water? The last ones of these I had, were mostly bone, but the gravy was excellent. And, very cheap at £2.99 a pack.

To the bus stop, long way out to Bestwood and then back to Arnold and then Daybrook, Sherwood and the flats.

The leek that I had bought was smelling so strong, the scent came out from the bottom of the bag on my knees and made my eyes water Hahaha! I bet this one will be tasty?

The Briarwood lady and Roy and Bill (William on Sundays) and Welsh Bill got on in Sherwood, and we chatted.

Hobbled to the flats with Welsh Bill and a lady. She had a moan on the way about lack of movement with the apartments, and said how she had requested that the bus move the stop to nearer put flats. I mentioned that it might cause more difficulties as there would not be room for it to turn around at the end. But she would not have it, all she was interested in was not having to walk so far. Hehe!

Imagine if the bus was at the end turning like she wanted, and a lorry arrived like this one from earlier today?

Got in, Throne. Got the dinner on the go. Beef pie with trimmings.

Back at the apartment: A Porcelain Throne Visit – messy again, Trotsky Terence lingering still. Turned the computer on updated this diary a bit. Then, got the nosh sorted.

Got the nosh sorted.

Mushrooms, yellow peppers, last of the fresh garden peas, hash browns, lousy tasting bitter tomatoes, apple, Marmite crisps and a beef pie.

Not the best of meals, but a worthy 7.9/10.

Did the health Checks, took the medications and had a glass of spring water.

Fatigued again, I washed up and settled to watch ‘Hussle’ on the DVD.

I got through a whole three episodes without a single nod-off!

Had to visit the Porcelain Throne, a messy session again. Trotsky Terence and a rumbling tummy. Tsk!

Cleaned me and things up and took an Acute Diarrhorea capsule. This got me through the night alright, Throne visiting-wise. Hehe! Bearing in mind the earlier Whoopsiedangle plop with the Trotsky medications, it might have been worse.

The nodding off started minutes after I’d got back into the £300 second-hand recliner. I’m sure many dreams were had, but remember nothing of them, other than a sense, a feeling, that the school days were in them somewhere.

Woke early with a jump at 0235hrs?

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 6th September 2017: Laundry Room Duties – Trotsky Terence Returns, Whoopsiedangleplop. Humph!

Wednesday 6th September 2017

Maltese: L-Erbgħa 6 ta ‘Settembru 2017

0325hrs: Woke up doing my best to recall anything about the dreams I just know I had been having, absolutely nothing came back to me. Tsk!

The sudden need of a Porcelain Throne visitation arrived. The £300 second-hand recliner was as wobbly as my belly as it shook and shuddered to allow me to struggle out of it to get to the wet room. The plates were tender, and both Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis showed their displeasure with me. Still, Duodenal Donald was very calm this morning. The Throne session was not friendly, and cleaning/freshening up was required afterwards.

Got the washing sorted and down to the Laundry Room one lift number one. Had to get some cleaning done before I could use the washer. It was of poor condition, soap powder clinging to various parts and what looked like some sort of bodily pustule gunk on the inside and rim of the drum?

The hands and fingers were doing well, mind. No Arthur Itis or Cramp Craig attentions.

Back up to the apartment. Kettle on and took this photographicalisation out of the kitchen window.

Back to the Porcelain Throne, oh dear, twice already? However, things were far less messy on this occasion.

Started the computer and to work on finishing yesterdays post. Time to go down and move the clobber from washer to dryer. Down in lift number one. Moved the things and up in lift number two.

I spotted this whatever it is on the floor under the button panel? Any ideas, please?

Once back up, I set the timer to remind me when the dryer should be finished and pressed on with the Health Checks. Sys149 Dia 74 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looking fair enough, but the weight was 14.88 again. Huh! A brew in the new cute mug and took the medications.

Down to collect the washing in lift number one this time.

My two Kippahs had dried well with the other stuff, but I did realise that I’d forgotten to take the towels down again! Humph. Clot!

Wiped around and cleaned the filters and back to the lift. I paused to take a look at the book shelves despite the lack of lighting and spotted something that shouldn’t have been there.

Can you spot it? Alcofrolics!

Back up again on lift number two, and the blob of whatever on the floor, seemed to be glowing now? Tricky to tell mind, cause the lights in the elevator had started flickering and flashing again. Hehe!

Put the gear away in the airing cupboard.

Had a wee-wee and into the kitchen and got some fresh garden peas podded and placed in the crockpot with a large potato and seasoned with the Polish All Purpose seasoning ready to start cooking later.

Got the yesterday dairy finished and posted off.

Emails checked, then WordPress Reading done.

Onto Facebook next.

Then got the ablutions tended to… the razor cuts bleeding took a bit of stopping. Little Inchy needed gentle treatment after cleansing, with the Dakacort and antisepticalisationing. Poor little thing. Huh!

Finally all sorted out, I took the bag and box of recycling stuff down with me on the hobble to Sherwood. Dropped the box near the caretaker (The Phubbing Champion) door, and noted as I started to walk along the road, there were no signs of any workmen again around the site of the two high-Rise flats?

As I turned down onto Winchester Street hill, I saw that the Council was doing some work on the bus stop near the Laundry. I had to cross over the road, because they had blocked off the pavement, right at the most dangerous part of a double bend. Humph!

Got over to the pavement and took this photograph of the flats I’d just left.

Down the surprising traffic free hill and into Sherwood and called at the bank to get some spending money. I like going there, getting belittled and looked down on can be very therapeutic, I’ve heard.

Over the road and down to the Polish Delicatessen and bought a sliced loaf and some cooked belly pork with herbs and garlic.

I noticed that the closed-down takeaway on the corner near the traffic lights had lost another letter from those that precariously remain above the shop. Haha!

Walking along, I saw that a new eatery was being got ready for opening on Mansfield Road.

This seemed to me, to be a failed business before it even got built.

Bearing in mind the amount of abandoned retail units there already are within yards of this new one? Why anyone would open a takeaway or restaurant business with so many bankrupted and closed-down ones already evident, plus there being at least eleven still operating within a third-of-a-mile on the same road, I don’t know?

The only one of these above still open is the Polish Ania restaurant.

As I made my way up the hill, this Herbert of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist gave me a rum look when he saw me with the camera, and eventually got himself back onto the road. Not until he nearly ran into a woman with a pram!

Popped into the Bird’s cake shop and got a fresh cream iced bun. (It had to happen, my weakening after so long, Huh!)

Then, I called at the Co-op store and got some tomatoes, mushrooms and TV paper. Then into some Charity Shops, Mind, Sue Ryder and Hope, where I got an odd looking mug that took my fancy.

The last thing that I need, as I have bought about four this last August? Going Bonkers?

Up to the bus stop and three of our residents were there in the shelter. Little Annie, from Gordieland, a right, real character she is. About 4’10”, thin as a rake and brave as anyone I know. I like her, and we had a great laugh on the way back up the hill. Even the driver of the bus joined in the ribaldry! Hehe!

Back at the apartment, just in time too, cause Trotsky Terence started off again. Cleaned up afterwards and into the kitchen to get the fodder away and meal started off.

About two miles away there was more of the mystery white smoke billowing up.

Not the slightest idea what had or was causing it? Annoying that!

Soon had the meal sorted and served up on Lizzie’s plate.

This effort was, tomatoes with Balsamic vinegarette dressing (The ones bought today at the Cop-op, Horrible tasting, bitter, they were!), Potato cubes, fresh garden peas, orange peppers, sliced boiled potatoes with a dab of Soy sauce, pork loin, mushrooms and apple. I also made one small… smallish, er… giant sandwich of belly pork with herbs and spices to go with it, occasionally dipped in BBQ sauce.

After eating it, I fell asleep with the tray and remnant of the fodder, still on my knee. Of course, when I woke up after dreaming something about my becoming a Councillor for the Samaritans? – The food was spread over my bulging stomach the chair and the carpet, the tray had managed to lodge itself down the narrow gap between the seats. A right performance it was retrieving it and clearing up then trying to get back up again on my feet! Thought I was doing well with the Whoopsiedangleplops as well. Grumph!

Took the medications and did the Health Checks, had a rinse and got settled to watch some DVD episodes of the ‘Hussle Series one’. Did very well staying awake for two whole episodes.

Drifted into and out of sleep for an hour or two, before needing the Porcelain Throne again.

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 5th September 2017: INR Blood Test – Under the Brolly Photos and The Botox Meal?

Illegal parkers corale the end left-end legally parked car? Hehehe!

Tuesday 5th September 2017

Swedish: Tisdagen den 5 September 2017

0400hrs: Stirred in a loose form of life (Not much sleep at all), and immediately I’d dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and got the light on, signs of nocturnal nibbling were found. Got the had hoover and removed the crumbs from the chair and carpet. (Naughty Inchcock!)

To the Porcelain Throne, a much easier and more successful session this morning cheered me up a bit this did.

Health Checks results: Sys 153 Dia 74 Pulse 76 Temp 34.0 Weight 14.88

Took the medications with a mug of nice healthy strong Thompson’s tea.

Consulted the Google Diary and made sure it matched with the written diary for this week up to now.

Today, the Morrisons Delivery is due twixt 0600 > 0700hrs, and the INR Blood Test at the surgery for 1000hrs.

Started to update and finish yesterday’s diary. While doing this, I heard a dog barking, although I didn’t recognise what it was at first, until I looked down outside and took a photograph of a man walking his dog. Early risers, then.

Early risers, then. The man was under the trees, but the dog could be seen behind the parked cars as they passed by, the owned was hidden in under the tree branches. Loud bark this dog had if I heard him on the twelfth floor?

I felt a bit sorry for the end legally parked car on the left, getting almost corralled in by the two illegally parked ones.

I got medication pots done and back in the drawer. Made a note remember to ask the nurse for a prescription for some extra Codeine 60g and Omeprazole.

I also hoped that Nurse Nichole would be on duty this time.

As the rain started coming down, I made up a nibble bag and pressie for Nichole.

The Morrison chappie arrived with the fodder.

I sorted it out, and the fridge and in particular the freezer, are now brimming full again.

Got on with the ablutionalisational activities, then got everything needed in the bag, nibbles for Nurse Nichole, nibbles for the others, hat, umbrella, crossword book and bus pass. Decided I had to wear a coat today to repel the weather, so swapped everything from the shirt pockets to the deep coat pockets. Got the coat on (mistake this) and checked the lights, taps etc. in the flat, and took the bin bags with me to drop in the chute and a box of recyclable stuff to take down and leave at the caretaker’s door. Which I did, as I left the premises.

The rain was persistent, as was evident by the deep puddles.

There were very few workmen on site this morning, again.

I can’t blame them, with this weather.

Walking on towards the end of the road I came across a few traffic cones had been mangled since yesterday?.

No people about this location.

As I passed the Winchest Courts, a van drew up so something might be done today, like work of the flats? Hehe!

I turned back to take this photo on the right of the chaps braving the rain.

Down Winchester Street Hill, struggling with the bag and umbrella a bit most of the way, and had to keep changing hands, as Arthur Itis and Craig Camps were starting to dislike the weather perhaps?

Onto Mansfield Road and left up to the hill.

Taking my time, as  I had 30 minutes before the appointment for the INR blood test over the crest in Carrington.

And the plates had started giving me grief now as well. Tsk!

On the brow of the hill, a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came a touch close to my shoulders as he sped by me.

He did not enamour himself to the chap at the bus stop either. I think a few well-chosen words were exchanged.

Got into the surgery and a new receptionist was on duty. A nice pleasant looking plump young thing. But she did not speak very loudly but was very nice. (Give them time to work on her though, and she might end up an excellent Cutting remark and Look down a nose at patients graded, just like the others).

I forgot all about asking them for a prescription and to book a flu-jab date. Tsk!

I took my seat and got the crossword book out, Then the good arrived. It was Nurse Nichole who came out to collect me. I was tickled pink. She soon had me done, a quick chinwag and I was off and gone.

Over the road and passed by the Chemists forgetting this time to check on the date to collect the prescriptions. Fool!

I wandered down to see if the Lidl Store had been reopened yet. No, they were still working on it. No shelving erected yet, so it looks like being a good while yet.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. When I dropped off, the rain seemed to be easing off.

I had to look at my mobile phone to get the time from it, but the battery had died! A message flashed up momentarily telling me the battery was critically low, then the thing closed down on its own. For some reason, I suddenly remembered it is the yahrzeit of Annie from the flats, and I felt a little down, but good memories came to me of her. Bless her.

I stood and waited for the time to come round on the nearest bus timetable display. There were forty minutes before a bus would arrive to get me back up the hill to the flats. So I did a tour of the second-hand Charity shops, to see if they had any narrow at the top cups or mugs and a lightweight coat with plenty of pockets for sale. I went into the Sue Ryer shop first. As I was looking at clothing and tried on a jacket, to find it was far too small, I checked out the pockets and found a 50p coin inside. Plodded around to view the kitchen wear section and found a nice sized cup and bought it, giving the lady the fifty pence piece I’d discovered and told her where I found it.

Then over the road and into the Mind Charity shop, but they had nowt of interest to me. Then up to the Oxfam, noting there and then the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Here I spotted a World of Clarkson – For Crying Out Load motoring book. I do not like this millionaire man in the least, but give him his due, his cutting wit I do find worthy, and bought the book.

As I moved up the hill to the bus stop, another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist crossed over Hall Street, coming too close for comfort to a lady. The Git! He had a full face helmet on though?

Peggy from the flats with her neighbour bloke was at the stop when I arrived. We had a jolly good nattering, and laughter session before the bus arrived and continued on the bus after it came.

Peggy got a move on her way to the flats but had to stop for breath a couple of times. I caught her up and stayed with her each time.

We arrived at the foyer together and up in the lift had a laugh about things in general. Mostly the fact that we were both in need of our wet room Porcelain Thrones, Hehe! As she got off on the floor below mine, she suggested I do not wee-wee myself, and departed chuckling away to herself.

I got in and utilised the Porcelain first thing.

Washed and used the new cup/mug for a brew of tea.

Got the Crock-Pot going with a potato and garden peas in it, ready for later.

Cleaned the kitchen floor.

Then, I got the computer on to update this diary. During which, I got a message from the Grammarly Editor:

I had to look up Parallelism: The use of successive verbal constructions in poetry or prose which correspond in grammatical structure. Erm…? My lack of primary education coming to the fore here! Can anyone explain in simple terms, please, what I did wrong?

The rain stopped, and the smell and view outside were fantastic.

Got the oven warming up. Did some Facebooking, better late than never. Then some WordPress reading.

Got the potatoes letters in the oven.

Computer off. Perused the TV magazine, rather pointless really; cause I’m only going to have nod-offing-periods.

Got nosh prepared. Did a lot of messy work on this one. Sliced a boiled potato and added Soy sauce on them, fresh garden peas, the last bit of pork ribs, tomatoes with balsamic vinegar dressing, sliced apple, pork loin and oven cooked potato letters. Added a seaweed stick and had lemon curd yoghourt and a lemon mousse. I forgot the yellow peppers but can have them tomorrow all being well.

Washed the pots and cleared up – a nice change from falling alseep and having to do this in the morning. Had a visit to the Porcelain Throne and took the medications and Health Checks done. Sys 161 Dia 72 Pulse 80 Temp 34.1, all looks good to me.

I settled to watch some TV and nodded off of course, and seemed to have dreams every time I did? But could I remember them? No! Tsk!

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