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Inchcock Today Mon 1 Feb 16: A hyper-active day today!

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Monday 1st February 2016

I awoke in desperate need of a Wee-wee.

A dirty great Meat fly landed on my hand as I stirred to attend the bathroom. In which some bits of memories of the dream I’d had came back to me. I wrote them down on some toilet paper to use here.

I’d snuffed it, and was talking to a football crowd as I stood in front of them with my feet in a bucket of mud? I was, in heart-rendering fashion, pleading for them to allow me to become a ‘Greeter’ at St Peter’s gate? They all turned to skeletons as I spoke. Then I found myself sat at a desk with my old Atari ST computer in front of me at the gates… seems I’d gotten my way after all?

I was typing out names and giving them to some elves, and they would go off to the line of heaven applicants to find them, and bring them to me? I’ll not mention the names of them, but three Facebookers and bloggers I know came and booked in with me at the desk. For some reason, I sneaked them each a jelly baby? Can’t recall much more, but what I could remember seemed clear to me.

Made a cuppa, to have me medications with, and another meat fly was lurking in the kitchen. Got him!

A bit concerning where they are coming from, mind.

A few more wee-wees later, I got the diaries updated and started this one off.

The stomach rumbling is still there, but far easier now (He says with crossed fingers).

Checked the emails, of which the little icon informs me there was 150 received?

The wind is still howling outside, not looking forward to my hike to the surgery in it. Humph!

Then did some Facebooking.

Got the bath running and beautified myself, well I had a shave, did me teggies and got in the tub like. Then readied the things for me for me little outing trip.

Started to walk, battling against the wind, down Winchester Street into Sherwood.

I considered catching a bus to get out of the weather, but as you can see, they are not very frequent around here.

So I plodded on.

At the end of a one-way street that came out on Mansfield Road, I came across two cars that were parking up on a dangerous corner and both on double yellow lines. Both were women drivers. Which was rare I thought.

These ladies, the stronger sex, are not usually found flouting the law are they?

I’m not sure why this photograph came out in monochrome?

So, on into Carrington and the GP surgery.

Did some cross-wording while I waited for the nurse. Told her about the Constipation as she took me blood. Handed her some nibbles and shot off to catch the bus to Mansfield.

The wind was still strong. I caught the round-about 3b bus and enjoyed the scenery along the way.

At the bus station, a fight was taking place between some youths and girls, the police were there when I arrived and made my way out ASAP.

Down to the precinct, the sad, decrepit rows of shops and closed down premises went well with the aggressive unhappy people milling about.

I called in the B&M shop to try to get some Bonners Beef Goulash and or curried beans and some individual pots of their porridge.

They had none of any in stock.

Then I popped in the Price-Cut shop to have a look around.

I ended up getting some tiddly tins of Bonner’s Garden peas at 15p each, they were good value and will do me nicely. I bought up all they had left at this price. Some chocolate treats.

I also made a Whoopsiedangleplop in taking the wrong medications for my diarrhoea – I got the opposite somehow, Senna thingies to make me go! Plonker!

Back to the Bus station and caught the direct bus back to Nottingham. I managed to fall asleep and miss the bus-stop again! Still a plonker! Had to walk back into Sherwood and up the Winchester Hill back to the flats with me bags.

The wind was awful again.

Folks were struggling to hang onto their bags, hats, scarfs, etc.

One bloke getting out of his car lost his scarf as it blew off and on the road to who knows where.

It was a farcical scene. I wished I had a video camera to have recorded it.

On my way up the hill, I came across something that is so rare nowadays.

White dog poo! Just thought I’d mention it for Lynton Cox and Martin Shuttlecock, fellow bloggers who are experts on the subject.

Got in the flat and put the bits away, during which I observed I had no Potatoe Cakes or Farls in the fridge. (I’d forgotten I had some in the freezer like, Tsk!) Thus, after perusing the last of the buses time table, I made the decision to go to Sainsbury’s to get some.

Hurried about (Loosely speaking), and out into the wind, almost a gale now, to catch the bus to Arnold and the store.

I got some potato cakes and slims. And a bag of Anya potatoes (Sort date reduced). I found a tiny pack of cut beef shin in the fridge, short dated and reduced.

I’d like to point out to Marissa Bergen, that despite being temporarily tempted by the fresh cream French horn cakes – I didn’t buy any. Therefore, keeping my self-imposed punishment for my Grammatical error cock-up in her photograph posting. (I used a naughty word by mistake)

Feel quite proud about this.

Paid the snotty lady on the check-out and went out to the bus-stop. The winds were worse now than earlier!

Got back to the flat and struggled to get from the bus-stop to the flats doors. The graphic I did yesterday seemed to be so much more appurtenant than ever.

Thankfully a lady in a mock fur coat and tattoos on her neck and hands in the seat behind me was yelling angrily down her mobile phone for the entire journey.

This ensured I didn’t fall asleep and miss the bus-stop again. I nearly thanked her when I got off but decided against doing so.

When I got in the flat kitchen, the view from the window demanded that it be photographicalised.

What a sky!

The winds continued to howl.

So, I got me few bits of beef shin and the potatoes boiling away.

Added the garden peas and seasoned it with some Bovril and Bovril beef cubes.

Had it with some soda bread, dipped in the gravy.

Mmm!

Delicious it was. Rated this one as 9.56/10.

Then did some WordPressing and Facebooking.

I had planned to read some my book and watch a film on the telly.

Fell asleep!

Inchcock Today Sun 31 Jan 16: Graphicalisationing nearly all day

Sunday 31st January 2016

Woke around 0500hrs, having had no calls to the porcelain throughout the night! This was rectified immediately; I only just made it to the throne in time. Close call that one was!

A noise I thought was from the mobile phone text or email message sounded; it was definitely in the living room, but where?

After a good hunt around, I was getting annoyed with myself now, I realised after it sounded again, that it was in the location of my comfortable chair. After another ten minute searching through the covers, cushions, etc. I found it on the floor beneath the chair.

Made a cuppa and took my medications, along with the next to last diarrhoea tablet.

Finished and posted Saturday’s diary off. Started this one, and in the process, I had to wee-wee twice in ten minutes? Bad enough with the rumbling innards without this worry as well. Back to the disposable undies methinks?

Ah well, ageing problems eh? At least, I’m still here ageing! Hehe! Back to the disposable undies methinks?

Carried out some WodPressing then started doing some Facebooking.

Did the last of the TFZers “Sing along please…♫ How many kinds, of Sweet flowers grow, in an English Country Garden… ♫ Heres one of many…” graphicalisations for the gals and guys on the Facebook site. Julie, Shirley and Suzieanne.

Took me a while to do, but seeing as it is raining and a bit windy outside, I thought I’d take the opportunity toget them finished off..

Oh, I do like doing these.

Julie with her woof-woofs in her picture.

Shirl the Girl with me waiting on her and s couple of cuddly intruders in her garden.

Then Suzieanne with me and her in the same colours. Suzie with beautiful off the shoulder designer dress.

Each of then naturally, in their English Country Gardens.

I hope they like them. Got to do some for the lads on TFZ now.

I’ll have another cuppa and a think about what style to use.

Enjoyed doing these as well.

A few of them came out okay.

Got them posted off to the Troll Free Zone.

Put the fodder on to cook.

The rumbling innards seemed to be easing a bit now.

Made quite a feast of a nosh today, so crossed fingers he stomach copes with it.

Shepherds pie using sweet potatoes, garden peas, carrots, onions, beetroot, seasoned French fries, potato cakes, wholemeal bread thins and added some extra gravy.

Did some more graphic creation ideas while waiting and nipping in the kitchen to check it hadn’t burnt.

Getting the stuff out of the oven and I burnt me knuckle, nearly dropped the oven tray, caught it, burnt myelf again catching it.p

But, I saved the nosh from clumping down on the floor!

I got down quickly to wipe up the tiny spillage that ensued – and struggled to get back up of course.

Muttered a few words of a self-recriminating nature.

Boy, did I enjoy this one!

After consuming this with relish, there were no tummy rumbles, no rush to the porcelain, no hassle from the ulcer, in fact, it seemed to settle the innards down a bit?

Well pleased with this, I hobbled into the kitchen to wash up the pots and make a cuppa so as to take me medications. I should think this took about half an hour or so.

Then I settled down to watch some TV. Nodded off for a few minutes – and then awoke with an ultra urgent message from the innards, “Get to the WC throne!” Where I spent a painful and rather confusing half hour on the porcelain?

Felt a lot better after the evacuation. Then the rumbling started minutes later again! Oh dear! I must put this on my list for the visit to the nurse at the surgery in the morning for me INR Warfarin blood test.

At least, I managed some little nod-offs as I tried to watch the Columbo film. And, although I missed some bits from the middle of the movie, for once I caught the end.

Drifted off into the land of nod at last.

Inchcock Today Fri 29 Jan 2016: Housebound Again. Huh!

How does an insomnia affected solicitor get to sleep?

He does nothing different; he lies on one side, and then lies on the other. While covering himself of course!

Friday 29th January 2016

Managed to get some kip in, a good straight five hours, at last!

The howling winds made sure I didn’t nod off again. They were so loud, even without my hearing aids in.

Made a cuppa, took the medications and got the laptop booted. Waited while the Windows updates were installed. Read a bit of my book, whistled, had a search for the still missing lottery ticket, went to the porcelain; No bleeding at all this morning. Not surprising really, this event reminded me of the Warfarin Blood Level results being so low. Made another cuppa, and the Windows updates had finished at last.

So I checked the email, to see if they had sent me instructions for the Enoxaparin injections. Nothing in yet.

Did a post on WordPress with a gallery of the TFZers English Country Garden graphics on it.

Blimey this wind up here is getting noisier and noisier. I feel sorry for the tenants with decent hearing. It’s blowing into the kitchen from the holes in the wall behind the cabinets something awful! The drawers and doors are opening on their own; the wind is that strong!

I hope it calms down soon, I don’t fancy having to go out in this howling gale at all. I’ll have to take a bagful of tinned food with me to stop me getting blown away. I thought of a funny at this stage. So I got Coreldraw opened and created this little bit of fun about the howling winds outside the block of flats.

Took me an hour or four to get it something like. I think I’m addicted. Hehe!

I checked the emails to see if the surgery had sent me an appointment for my enoxaparin injections. Apparently I’m at risk of DVT prophylaxis, whatever that is, I’ll have to look it up.

letJust before I logged off to have me shave with a razor and bath, I checked the emails again – good job too. The Surgery had sent me an email telling me, my appointment for the INR test was due yesterday! Which of course I had done.

They added another message, good job I scrolled down.

It is for Monday the 1st February.

Hey-ho!

Not going out in these winds today thank you very much.

When I’ve had me bath and ablutions, I’ll get the medication pots done up. Did you see that? Did you? I made a decision! Hehe!

No, no, changed my mind again. Tsk! I’m to do the tablets first.

Note the number of empty boxes and foil from the distributed medications?

And, how good I was not to make a mess either eh?

Awards and prizes for me being a good boy will be gratefully accepted. I fang you. Hehe!

Then I had an enjoyable bath and scrub-up.

Got me fodder ready. Curried baked beans, frankfurters and a bit of pork pie. Followed by a pot of ice-cream too! (Alright, two mini pots)

Thought I felt the stomach rumbling again… Yes, there she goes.

Three messy visits over the next few hours.visits

Then I had a dizzy spell, the first time in 5-6 days. Humph!

Ah well, at least, the constipations finished.

I thought I’d been doing okay lately too.

TSK!

Inchcock Today Thu 28 Jan 16: Warfarin INR level problems again… too low this time. Humph!

Q: When attorneys die, (I thought you might like to be cheered up) why do relatives try to have them buried 600 feet underground?

A: Because deep down, they are nice guys.

Thursday 28 January 2016

Horrible night, little sleep again, coughing, bleeding and cleaning it up regularly from all three orifices and the Reflux Valve playing up.

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer?

I’ll mention it to the nurse, at today’s INR blood test.

The haemorrhoids had stopped bleeding when I visited the porcelain, the nose leaking just a tad, but soon stopped and Little Inchy needed de-matting. Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took the morning medications. I made sure the Haematology result log was in my pocket along with my bus-pass ready for later.

According to what happens at the blood test, and if they don’t send me to anywhere else to be checked over, I hope to go to Derby afterwards. The sole reason for the mission is to try and get some of the warm jammy bottoms that have a wee-wee hole in them. I can feed the ducks while I’m there too.

Had me frist shave with the electric shaver, I don’t like em, but needs must. I couldn’t work out how to get the thing to pieces to clean the blades? Laptop on posted Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.

Realised I had more time than I thought this morning, as the appointment for the Warfarin level test isn’t until 1145hrs. So that will give me time for a glorious soak in the bath. Of course, it is just the soak that will be glorious, the getting into and out of it, I anticipate being a touch painful as usual. The poor old devil!

Laptop on then posted Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.

**Did a lot of these type of graphics, of the TFZ’ers** **in an English Country** **Garden**

Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw7.

I spent over five hours doing some graphics I had an idea for the TFZ gals and guys.

Just got them done (Unless I’ve got em wrong or missed one off – crossed fingers.

Had to rush about to get the stuff and myself ready for the walk to the surgery.

I set off on my walk into Carrington to the GP surgery.

The sun came out as I arrived half an hour later – there was not much more of this about later today.

Got in a shot of St John’s Church.

At the surgery, I realised I’d forgotten my crossword book. So I read the many notices on the wall while waiting to be called in for my INR Warfarin blood level test.

Anne, the nurse was very busy, so I didn’t keep her chin-wagging. I told her quickly of my taking the Senna. After she’d done me I gave her a bag of nibbles and shot off.

Straight to the bus stop and caught a bus into town.

I caught the round-about route bus to Derby, the Y5. Nice scenery en route.

Took about an hour get there. The rain held off, but it came over all dark.

I hobbled to the Primark store. Got a pack of the ‘Loose fitting underpants’ at only £4.50 for three pairs. I’d already bought some a week or two ago, but with the bleeding being bad, thought I might run out of clean pants your see.

I also bought some of the jammy-bottoms with a wee-wee hole in them, the last two pairs in the shop, the Nottingham branch had already sold out of them.

Made my way across and into the Eagle Centre and had a wander through the market. Didn’t buy anything.

I came out, it had been raining a bit while I was in the mall.

Walked to the riverside to feed the Ducks and pigeons. To my amazement there were few pigeons about – but plenty of Canada geese. How they manage to eat the little seeds with their big bills was a wonder.

As I tried to take more photographs further down the path, the camera seemed to have stopped functioning? I could not deduce what the reason for this failure was. Baulked and defeated, I decided to call at the Jessops shop where I bought the camera from and beg for help.

I caught the Derby Express bus back to Nottingham. It only took about half an hour. Mind you, I fell asleep about five times during the ephemeral journey.

I dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked to the camera shop on Clinton Street. I had about thirty minutes before the last L9 bus left. They were not busy and a chap soon sorted the problem for me. Not that I understood what he said, but at least, I knew what to do if it occurred again.

There is a button on the back of the Lumix camera marked Fn2 – LVF? That is what I must have caught. If it happens again, scroll through until the screen shows again. I thanked him magnanimously and made my way back to the bus stop. As I did so, brother-in-law Pete rang me to say he’s just read in the evening paper that the Pensioners Free Bus pass will no longer apply to the Derby buses! Humph, blow and bother!

I took a couple of photo’s to try out the camera outside the shop. Getting dark now, and folks eagerly making their way home.

The much-loved Lumix camera was again in fine working form.

I caught the last L9 bus and had several battles against falling asleep on the way back to the flats. Again, mysteriously managing to wake up as the bus arrived at them. Thankfully!

I just made it to the porcelain in time. And am glad to proclaim that the haemorrhoids, Little Inchy and the teeth had all now stopped their bleeding. Deliriously happy about that I was!

I called Pete and we had a natter. He wants me to go and clear the clutter on his laptop. I said I would soon as I get time.Tonight 3.5 Friday 2.5 Sat 2.5 Sun 2.5 as today’s result was INR 1.5

Made a cuppa and got my laptop going to update the days scintillating dairy.

Got a call from the Haematology clinic about today’s INR test results. It is now too low! I have to go in tomorrow for an injection for blood-clot prevention. I can’t win, the INR level was almost spot on at 3.4 – a week late it was 5.1 far too high – they changed (Cut-down the Warfarin doses) and three days later (Today) it’s down to 1.4!

They gave me a few days doses to keep to: Tonight 3.5 tablets (I’d just taken two and a half as earlier told to, so took an extra one then), Friday 2.5 Sat 2.5 Sun 2.5 as today’s result was INR 1.4.

I’m all confused now. Hehe! That’s easily done nowadays mind you.

Blimey, the light in the living room is flickering and dipping now… Humph!

For some reason, I didn’t feel hungry? Not me at all that.

I’d decided to have a bath late, int the hopes it might get me some sleep in tonight, after the two bad nights I’ve had. A good idea I thought; I slipped getting into the bath and cracked my knee on the side of it.

Phewrt! Fed-up now!

Inchcock Today: Sun 24 Jan 2016: Apartment bound today – Sniffles and sneezing

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Sunday 24 January 2016

A terrible night of waking, weeing and wheezing.

I think that sister Jane’s flu has been transferred down the telephone line to me? Hehe!

I didn’t get up until gone eight o’clock this morning. Drained, tired and a bit sorry for myself I was.

I walked into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get my medications. And straight into t-towel hanging on my home made indoor washing line!

I did laugh! (No I didn’t)

Still, the towel and the microfibre duster thingamajig were both almost dry. I managed to avoid tipping the bowl over on the floor that I’d positioned to catch the dripping water.

No wash, no shave, no teggies cleaned either. Straight on the laptop and started doing some graphicationalisationing!

For the next few hours, in between sneezing coughing and trips to the porcelain, I worked on a creation and finally got it finished.

Despite the frustrations of having to do so many amendments and tweaks, I got it something like I wanted.

The final touch, making the tattoo on Danny Soz’s arm took as long as all the rest did to get looking okay.

I posted it under ‘Picture needing explanation – Bloggers in the Park?

Carried out another search for me hearing aids.

Then made even more tea, and then did some Facebooking.Then set about my second graphicalisationing session.

Then set about my second graphicalisationing session. Titled this one ‘WordPressers in the play park – Clarification required, please.

Feeling a bit peckish now.

I’ll have a look at what grub is in stock methinks.

I think, Frankfurters, chips, potato farls and beetroot, I turned the oven on to warm it up.

Did some Facebooking while it got to temperature.

Cuppa and took the medications.

Got the meal sorted and enjoyed it.

Rated this one 9.2/10.

Watched some TV and nodded off.

Woke with a start around 2330hrs, mind full of a dream I’d been having, had to write it down straight away to record here later.

I was back courting Sue, and we were living where I lived years before we met, in the digs. We went out on a walk in te fog at night. Fell into a dyke and I managed to get us out of the soft mud at the edge where we landed. Then there was a bit about where we visited her home with her parents there. We returned to the digs, and loads of people I knew or know came in to stay, there was a physical control barrier in the hallway… Sue and I were happy together again, and I was so proud for some reason… that’s all I could remember by the time I wrote it down.

It was such a real dream to me. I could not get back to sleep, so got up properly, made a cuppa and got on the laptop.

I felt hot and sweaty, no sneezing now.ed,

Off to the WC and got a shock. ‘Little Inchy’ had been pouring blood. And there was I, thinking the lesion was healing so well too. Tsk!

Jammy bottoms in a bowl of water to soak.ed,

Suddenly I felt so sad that the dream was only a dream and guilty for some reason?

Funny old life isn’t it?

Going to be well tired and shattered for the INR Warfarin blood level test, and the visit to try and sort me rent arrears in the morning! Tsk!

Inchcock Today Sat 23 January 2016: Another messy day, Tsk!

Saturday 23 January 2016

I didn’t get off properly until gone midnight. A couple of trips to the porcelain, then I was up at 0500hrs wide awake and in the bathroom again. Tsk!

The throne session was a painful one again, but not so bad as yesterday.

Made a cuppa and got the laptop to finish the diary for Thursday. An odd day Thursday was, full of highs and lows.

Got it done and posted around 0700hrs, then titivated the kitchen, made a cuppa, took the medications and started this diary off.

Checked the emails, and then did some Facebooking.

Onto CorelDraw7 and doctored a graphic of Sandra Lentz to post.

Oh, those eyes, those controlling pulsating, alluring, pulchritude ridden, desirable, knowing eyes.

Cough, cough, a tablet now, taken and onward.

Prepared myself for a trip out to town. I’m hoping to go to the ‘Contemporary Art Gallery’ to take a photo of one of the galleries to use as a background for a graphic I am planning to do for Patti in America.

So, down to the bus stop and caught the L9 into town.Dropped off

The sun kept coming through, but it was a bit cool.Dropped off

As I fell off the bus on Hockley, I walked up close to where the gallery was situated around the corner.

I passed a new, one of so many, new restaurants with an outside eating area.

Just couldn’t help bu smile as I saw the name and thought to myself; “I bet they’ll tell you lies to sell you something!” Hehe!

The building of the gallery looked like it might make a ‘Moody’ photograph, so gave it a go.

You can see the Pinnochio Patisserie on the left, near the overflowing rubbish bin.

The old road it is built on has much history in it. Lacemaking premises, (None left now), the Gallows in the old Courts and police station.

The entrance to the gallery is hidden away to the right of the advertising board next to where an eighteen-year-old was murdered last July.

They had all five galleries open today, so I thought that finding one that fitted in with what I was looking for to photograph for my graphic project would be a piece of cake.

Humph!

It turned out that each one had a security guard in it this morning. When I got my camera out, I thought he was going to throw a dicky fit! All the galleries had an Eastern Europe theme. Not what I would consider calling art, in the least. Mostly photographs of Communist vs. Capitalist, a male streaker or two, and artwork that looked like ankle-snappers had doodled them.

I disappointedly left them to it.

As I made my way to the bus stop, I passed the end of Clinton Street. them.

In this one picture on a busy street are tell-tale signs of life in Nottingham. The street musicians. The mobile phone using disinterested eighteen-year-old spotty-faced youth falling asleep holding an advertisement board up for a Tattoo studio. The family dining as they have a break between their shoplifting. The florist bloke, who cannot speak English. (Fair enough, I can’t speak Latvian). The kids, teaching their parents how to swear in modern terms. The modern day beggars with their mobile phone and dogs in the doorways of the bankrupt shops. The mobile sellers all claiming to be the cheapest and best. And somehow a few seconds after taking this photo a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist emerged winding around the mob with great alacrity and speed out of that crowd!

Then two females started the fisticuffs off. I moved on, keeping my camera well hidden, as the police arrived and the crowds started cheering the ladies on to greater efforts to pull each others hair out.

I moved down the hill and crossed over the Market Square.

Not so busy here, most Nottinghomian’s had moved to the altercation up the road.

You can see the crane (Blue) in the distance on Queen Street, where all the bus stops had been moved while they do whatever it is they are doing. There were signs fro all the other bus routes informing passengers where to get their bus temporarily – but nothing for the L9! Double Humph!

I wandered around hoping to find someone to ask from the bus company. No luck. I had a walk around the streets in the hope of seeing a sign somewhere on one of the stops. No!

I called in the Spar shop, and they had two hot bacon butties left at £1 each, and also and besides as well as that, I got a free Sun newspaper?

So I moved down to the Victoria Mall bus stop, where I could catch a number 40 that would drop me off on Winchester Street.

Didn’t have to wait long and one came along.

At least, the pigeons were glad when I slipped them some seed covertly.

I got knocked about a bit on the bus when getting on with other passengers, uncouth mob!

Hehe!

Walked to the flat and WC’s with urgency, made a cuppa, took medications and ate the two bacon butties.V

Got the laptop going and updated this masterpiece. Took my medications.

Then onto starting some more graphicationalisationing.

Took me hours and hours to get it anything like I wanted.

In the end, I settled for this one.

Entitled it ‘Cobblers’ with just some of the bloggers whose work I admire the most.

It was a case of a fish supper more than a dinner by the time got around to it.V

Battered cod fish cakes, beetroot, garden peas and cod pieces in crispy batter. With Irish sour bread.

Followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly. Rated this one at 9.6/10. So another good one.

Fatigue overcame me, and I put on an old DVD, of the dry comedy TV series ‘Operation The Good Guys’. I’d forgotten how funny it was. It would never be made nowadays because of the politically incorrect nature of the script.

I repeatedly fell asleep for a few minutes, and each time for some reason, I’d rewind and start viewing it again, it was like a marathon rewind session. I eventually gave up trying to watch it, well after midnight had passed by.

A final trip to the porcelain – that took about 15 minutes of effort, hemorrhoid bleeding and pain.It’s odd isn’t it?

It’s odd isn’t it? When I get the rumbling innards and diarrhea, I think it is far worse the having constipation – then, constipation then replaces diarrhea, and suddenly the constipation is worse than having diarrhea? Hey-ho!

Took a Senna tablet, had a drink of lemon tonic water and drifted off into oblivion; but kept waking up repeatedly for some reason sweating?

Inchcock Today Fri 22 Jan 16: A Long Day

Friday 22 January 2016

I sprang awake at 0200hrs.

So I stumbled to the bathroom, to find sadly that Little Inchy had been bleeding again, the haemorrhoids flowing as well; and then remembered Jane and Pete were calling later. So I made a cuppa and got on with finishing my diary off and starting this one, so I would have time to get myself ready for their inspection… I mean visit… or do I? Hehe!

I know I will not be able to make the place or myself acceptable to their standards, but I feel should make the effort. Pete said yesterday he’d try to get the radio programmed and the binoculars set up for me, so that will divert their criticalisationing instincts and attentions I hope.

Laptop on and made a start.

After an hour or two, I made a start cleaning and titivating the flat; as quietly as I could so as not to disturb the neighbours.

I did the kitchen floor with some expensive straight-to-the-floor cleaner, using a large micro fiber cloth. Much better results than using the mop. But getting up and down to and from the ground level was a bit of a bother of course.

Having said that, the Arthritis is kind to me at the moment.

Nipped into the bathroom for what must have been my fourth visit up to now. Tsk!

Then as I was sweeping the hall, I noticed many letters had been posted. Bearing in mind, this was about 0555hrs? I suppose they must have been delivered yesterday, and I didn’t notice them?

**This gives me some time to fret over the weekend until Monday when I** can get to see them about it at their offices – again! *Humph!*

After getting notification of me being in rent arrears last month; I went down to see them. They changed the payment and assured me not to worry, all would be okay. Humph!

Must get to see them again. Might have time on Monday after my INR Warfarin blood-level test? Won’t have time today because of Jane and Pete’s apartment inspection taking place.

When I was doctoring this photo I took, of the mail, I came across a picture of yesterday’s satisfying meal, that I couldn’t find when I first looked for it yesterday? Damned poltergeist!

It was the best I’d enjoyed since being in the flat. Baked potatoes, potato farls, beetroot, and traditional Polish Frankfurters. Thinking about it, I’ll give Taste rating of 9.69/10.

Enjoyed a good scrub-up, and then did some graphicalisationing. Created a decent graphic to go along with my Ode about life, entitled ‘I get so excited!’.

Then got to work sorting the paperwork out and into the two file boxes.

Jane rang, she will not be coming to inspect the apartment now. She’s got a sore throat and sounded unwell the poor thing. Spoke to Pete, he will be coming up on his own.

Finished the sorting out and made a cuppa, realised I’d actually taken me medications. Humph! So, I just took the beta-bock, blood release, angina and reflux tablets.

It’s been raining since I got up at 0400hrs. I sorted and took down the bags of rubbish and recycle one to outside the caretakers door, as they were too big to get into the shoot. Met a couple of tenants and had a little chin-wag.

Pete arrived, and we had a good natter, and he programmed the battery radio for me. Then he set up the binoculars, so I had got them at the optimum settings.Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.

I walked him down to his car, thanked him and wished Jane all the best with her horrible severe sufferings.

Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.

Returned to the lobby and did my crosswords while I was waiting for the washer to finish.

Has a couple of little gossips to some tenants as they passed in or out of the building.

Got the washing transferred to the drying machine, and nipped up to the flat and updated this diary.

Down and collected the washing laundry room.

Back up to the flat and put the togs away.

The last N9 bus to Arnold was due at 1437hrs. I decided to catch it and go to Sainsburys and get some bread, potatoes and er… what was the other thing? I know there were three things… I suppose I’ll remember it when I get there and have a look around? Tsk!

Had a quick bath and I readied things then set off to catch the bus. I was the sole person waiting for it.

Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and had a wander round for ages.

Then strolled (Limped), into Arnold and popped into the Iceland store to get some Weight Watchers mini pots of ice cream and beef slices in puff pastry.

I ended up getting more than initially planned of course. Tsk!

Timed it to get to the bus stop after consulting the timetable I had with me. The last bus back was due according to the leaflet, at eleven minutes past the hour. I arrived lugging me bags at Ten to the hour.

The need for the usage of porcelain was growing in urgency.

The rain had stopped at last, but I fear the L9 buses had too!

I waited as all the other buses passing by picked up other passengers, and soon it was 20 minutes past the hour, no L9 bus.

So I caught another one and dropped off in Sherwood.

It was getting a bit dark quickly now as I walked up the hill towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park.

As I entered the broken iron gates into the park, the sky was so beautiful.

The moon appearing in haste, and the multi-coloured streaks of reds, purples, blues, etc. along with the darkening overall looked incredible.

I tried to capture it in this photo, but it didn’t come out very well.

I suppose my haste to get to the porcelain might have cocked-up my focussing?

Somehow, I painfully managed to get to the flat’s bathroom and the pain that awaited me. Hehe!

Got some fodder, took the medications and sat musing on things for a good while;

The rent arrears and how to get them sorted
My making Pete a cuppa and forgetting to give it to him
My buying unneeded nosh and overspending again
The constipation
The damned solicitors delaying the house sale
My weight and belly increasing in volume and girth
The lost lottery ticket?
And why did I just pass wind that will probably affect tenants three floors up and down?

I got the TV paper and took a look at what was on offer. Some good stuff from eight until eleven.

I watched them in hundreds of episodes between my periods of nodding off, then needing the porcelain again around 1200hrs.

Felt a bit odd as I drifted off to the land of nod.

Inchcock Today Thu 21 Jan 16: Jejune filled day…

Thursday 21 January 2016

When I awoke at 0400hrs, it was with the pleasurable sensation of far less pain from Arthur Itis and Anne Gina. But bother from the reflux valve. A good start I thought.

To the porcelain throne – for a long time too! The constipation was worse than yesterday, and it caused much bleeding of the haemorrhoids too!

I made a cuppa and took the morning medications, then pondered a while; It’s odd how my ailments come and go.

Yesterday I couldn’t bend down without too much pain – Today I can get up and down without excess pain?
Anne Gina was almost too much yesterday, this morning she’s being kind to me?
I’ve had two or three days with the duodenal ulcer giving me agony – today, I feel no bother at all?
The Hernia has been so kind to me for weeks, today he starts off again?
The water retention in my legs and feet has suddenly started to go down a bit at last, but why? The problem with this is, of course, now the urine evacuations are larger, more frequent and a bit painful. Oh, and they are a good bit more urgent as well!
The Reflux Valve is changing all the time, several times a day – sometimes I can hardly breathe others I forget the problem is there? I think this ailment will be the one that gets me in the end. I’d have a bet on it being so, but don’t see the point. Hehe!
The ticker replacement is doing well mind, no apparent problems at all there.
Little Inchy and his lesion are at last (I hope) beginning to disappear! No blood last night, and none today so far. The clinic did me proud with their treatment procedure and I thank them from the bottom of my heart.
After having the rumbling innards and diarrhea for weeks, the none day of normality, suddenly I get it replaced with painful Constipation instead? Tsk!

I thought I’d try to get out and about today, try to get some decent photographing done. I might call at the Arboretum to see if I can catch any wildlife or floral stuff?

I started the laptop and finished Wednesdays diary off and got it posted.

Then I put the kettle on to make another cuppa and noticed some emergency vehicle lights flashing in the distance through the kitchen window.

Started this diary off to here, and then did some Facebooking and WordPressing.

I was working away on me graphicationalisationing, and thought I’d give Jane and Pete a ring, seconds later Pete rang me!

They’re coming on their first view of the flat tomorrow around 1100hrs.

Why do I get the memory of the words “By your Beds!” come back to mind?

Finished off a graphic and posted it to WordPress.

Then I got myself spruced up and bathed.

Inchcock Today Wed 20 Jan 16: Another day indoors – Constipation returns. Huh!

**“Do you promise to pay the bill, the whole bill, and nothing but the bill?”**

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Wednesday 20th January 2016

I woke around 0400hrs, the tummy giving me grief. I blame the cream cakes and am giving them up, again.

Tried to recall some details from the dream I’d had, but only bits of it came back to me. It did involve falling again as I recall. Not Duncan Robertson throwing me out of the apartment balcony this time. I was climbing into a manhole and found myself in the sky falling through the clouds. I was passing people in air balloons, who were each trying to hand me a letter or form as I flew down passed them? There was a lot more to this dream, but I can only recall vague bits. I was later in an office, an old one, and I was being hit around my head with something?

Eventually, I stirred my loins to get up and was very pleased with my arthritis in the knees and hands not being too bad at all this morning.

The need to use the throne was evident.

So I put the kettle on and got me medications ready, then paid a rather long and painful few minutes trying to evacuate my innards. The blood poured from the haemorrhoids, and once again like yesterday morning, I thought something was going to tear or rip. The pain was dreadful. So I added a senna tablet to my morning medications, in the hope this would ease things for later.

I still felt rather sanguine with my life in general for some reason.

I started the laptop and took me morning medications.

The screen came up telling me they had updated and added some tweaks to Windows.

Many messages came up as it installed these.

The screen message kept changing, each one telling me not to turn off the laptop.

I went into the kitchen, to make another cuppa and cleaned the top of the cooker.

When I returned, the laptop was still installing the updates.

I returned to the kitchen and sorted out one of the drawers with the none prescription medications.

Back to the laptop.

It was still plodding on with doing the installing.

After an hour or so, the updated Windows started.

I signed in and from what I could see the only difference was the icon for Windows had changed to the outline of a plane?

I did not know how to find out what else had been changed and tweaked in Windows 10.

Can anyone help me with this, please?

I’ve got a Morrisons food order being delivered this morning, twixt 1000 – 1100hrs.

I’ll get a bath in time before it is due. I enjoy a good bath, but not the getting in and out painful procedure! I suppose I’ll miss my bathing when the shower is installed. But they say it will be 4-6 months before that happens.

No doubt, providing I live long enough, I’ll get used to the showering. Joel, the Occupational Therapist, said I’ll need a chair supplying. They will sort that, and charge me for it along with my having to pay for any damage caused cosmetically or accidentally during the installation.

To the porcelain for a liquid exodus, Little Inchy was examined and found to be free of bleeding, and only a few specks from earlier leakages. So things looking good there at last. I’ll keep on with the Dakacort creaming, though, I’ll do him when I have me bath later.

Tessa Smeigh and Duncan Robertson both offered me tips on getting into the old editor on WordPress. I tried their advice; sometimes it works sometimes not.

Surprising how many folk do not like the new editor on WordPress. I might look for another platform if I cannot access it. The old one is so intuitive to use.

Did a bit of Facebooking next.

I had a shave, did my teggies and got in the bath for a jolly good body scrub with my new brush and a fair old soak.

Getting me things on afterwards I noticed the winter wrap around hat I’d bought some time ago, I popped it onto my head and fastened it to see how warm it was. It was nice and cosy with it on, but I couldn’t work out how to undo the plastic locking thingamajig on it! I also put om trousers that I bought from Sainsburys for only £10! They were supposed to be short in length, but they crumpled at the ankles.

I was going to take some nibbles to the Community Shed for the girls, so decided to embarrass myself again and ask them how it unlocks. Tut!

Got my camera and mobile and as I had the time before the Morrison’s delivery was due, I threw the rubbish bag down the chute, then had a walk to the Community Shed, where Deana and Julie were both ensconced.

Gave them some nibbles and informed them of the progress with the shower for the flat, and the lack of progress with the house sale.

I told them I’d ordered a loaf of Country Sour Bread for them om my Morrison’s delivery, and would drop it in later and put it in the cupboard for them.

Deana undid the hat/cap for me and showed me how it works. I did feel a fool!

She then took a photo of me in me new hat and trousers so I could post it on here. Shame she missed off my pants – Hehe!

She then explained to me how the flaps join up on top of the head. Bless her.

On the way back to the flats, some tenants were waiting at the bus stop, and I had a little chin-wag with them. I do like living here.

Kettle and laptop on, updated this while waiting for the food delivery.

The Morrisons man came, and I put away the food in their allotted places; i.e. anywhere I could cram them into, Hehe!

I took the bread to the Community Shed.

No one in, so I put the loaf near the cooker and the chicken in the fridge for them.

On the way back to the flats I took a picture of the apartment block at the bottom of the road (Winchester Court) with the Community Hut in front of it.

Although the sun was getting through strongly, it was still cold with it.

Back in the flat, I made another cuppa, took the midday medications and got on with some graphicalisationing.

I did some graphicationalising using CorelDraw and CorelPaint.

It took me hours and hours to get the something like I wanted.

I posted them on WordPress.I got some smoked bacon in the oven – did some Facebooking then I added the potato slims to it. I made bread thin sandwiches with BBQ sauce. The bacon juices had soaked into the potato farls – It was naughty but so nice!

Hopefully, folk will find them funny and get a laugh, that’s all I want, to make a laugh for someone.

I got some smoked bacon in the oven – did some Facebooking then I added the potato slims to it. I made bread thin sandwiches with BBQ sauce. The bacon juices had soaked into the potato farls – It was naughty but so nice!

Got my washing up done and settled with a book and a cuppa.

Inchcock Today Tue 12 Jan 16: Messy day

What’s the difference between a good and a bad Solicitor?

A good Solicitor can drag out a case for years and years

A bad solicitor can make them last longer!

Tuesday 12^th January 2016

I woke up at 0255 hrs, wide awake.

Pondered on and hoped that yesterday’s sorting of the solicitor and old house problems will soon be eased.

Got the laptop going and made a cuppa took me medications.

The duodenal ulcer is still playing up. The angina is rather nasty. But Arthur Itis nowhere near so bad… yet. Hehe!

Created some graphics for the Troll Free Zone site and got the posted.

The Wilko order is arriving, well, due to arrive today. I checked with the order tracker, it has not been scanned yet. So I expect it o be delivered late on in the day. So, stuck in the house again!

Did some Facebooking.

Got myself all pruned, washed and brushed up and called at the Community Shed. Passed some residents who were at the bus-stop as I passed by, gave them some nibbles to eat on the bus.

Dropped some empty sauce and beetroot jars in the recycle thingymabob on the way back. By the time I’d got back to the flat, the rain stopped.

By the time I’d got back to the flat, the rain had stopped.

Put the radio on, Radio Nottingham, and the weather forecast was on at the time – not good!.

Winds going to rise later, more rain, and a frost tonight, and the wind persisting into Wednesday!

Shame, I’ve got to go out to see Sister Jane tomorrow, to collect the spare house key from Pete. Also, I’ve got to go to the clinic and collect my load of prescription medications from the Chemist on the way back. Blobblecocks, I’m going to get wet and cold methinks! And, get back in time to ring Steve UK to let him know I’ve got the key for him to collect so the plumber can get in to do the work insisted on my the buyer and solicitor – getting het-up again now. Humph!

Sorted out and made-up some more medications pots.

Put the laptop on and updated this diary.

Then, made a graphic about Solicitors and posted it.

A bit of fun inspired by my ever growing hatred of solicitors, and in particular, mine, FraserBrown.

The Wilko delivered arrived. The gentleman kindly left all five boxes outside my door for me. four of the cartons were large one small, but none of them were particularly heavy.

I managed to drag them into the hallway – I just hope there isn’t a fire alarm activation.

Struggled a bit, but accomplish what should have been an easy task, and got the into the bedroom out of the way for now.

I opened the smaller one and got out the bits and pieces.

The imitation flower thing I’d took too and bought was not as nice as I expected that it would be, though. Still, it makes a bit of colour and decoration in the room. I’m still determined to keep it minimal, not overdo owt fancy, and easy to clean.

Thought I’d get rid of the box and the fillings by taking it down to put it outside the caretaker’s room.

BJ rang me from Asda where he was shopping, to inform me they had some of the Spare Rib noodles on offer there at 50p and would I like him to get some for me? I asked him to get 6 pots, at that price, they are £1.09 each at the Co-op store!

He said he’d pop down this afternoon to bring them to me and have a natter, and get the kettle and strong cuppa ready for him. Bless him!.

He remembered how much I like a pot of this flavour for supper sometimes. Down to my last pot in the cupboard well.

Then, I was going to go to the chemist to pick up my prescription to save time tomorrow, but Hey-ho, I can’t have everything.

Back on the laptop.

Read some of the Brian Clough comments book. Then BJ rang to say he can’t get up to see me, he’ll try later in the week. Can’t be helped, just sad that I missed the chance of getting my medications from the chemist to save time tomorrow.

Had a bath and got into me night clobber.

Started to watch a Heartbeat DVD and that was the end of the day for me – drifted off into the land of nod!