The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe – Page 76

Inchcock Today Mon 11 Jan 16: Muddled and Befuddled, Confused and Insanitary! Hehe!

Monday 11^th January 2016

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I woke up after a decent kip and dreams, and immediately chanted my mantra; “That today things will be better, pleasant, less hassle and problems will get solved!”

Then, I visited the porcelain. Little Inchy, was not bleeding too bad at all. Anne Gina bothersome, though. The ulcer was playing up a bit, but not as bad as yesterday yet. The reflux valve was poorly a bit later on, too.

Made a cuppa and started the laptop.The green notification came on the screen telling me it needed to restart to install updates. Selected the restart now button.

The green notification came on the screen telling me it needed to restart to install updates. Selected the restart now button.

I read the newspaper from yesterday all the way through.

Two hours later the full green screen telling me it was restarting remained there.

So, I nipped into the kitchen and washed the pots from last evening.

The full green screen was telling me the laptop was restarting remained there.

Three hours later I was well moronic ridden and peed off with this. Frustration grew. Not sure what to do, I force closed the laptop. (With my fingers crossed)

It was taking ages to load.applied for the position of a British Railway Goods Van Guard,

Made another cup of tea and took me medications. Applied for the post of a British Railway Goods Van Guard,

The sign on screen appeared and thus I signed in.

I put the TV on while waiting.

An eon or so later it loaded. With my recent luck, I didn’t get excited about this.

A message came up telling me the Firewall was not active? So I chose one of the options, that was to start the MacAfee Firewall.

It loaded Windows.

Not bad eh? 4.5 hours to get the laptop going; but of course, more problems followed… Google Chrome, the screen appeared, but it would not load my home page. Tried opening WordPress and the same failure.

If I lose the internet, along with all my other hassle, I might nip out and over the balcony.

I had another look at the demands from FraserBrown, the nasty solicitors, had sent me. Decided I do need help with this one, and actually, I prayed Steve would reply to me email pleading for some. And he would be free to come and help me out, again.

The Google Chrome started up and working at last. Phew!

Started this diary off.

Not a good start to the day was it? Humph!

Did some FaceBooking.

Received an email from Steve Age UK. He’s to call to see me at 1600hrs. So by the time he deciphers the messages and demands from the solicitor, it will be too late to call them (FraserBrown) to confirm or question anything.

I watched some episodes of ‘Due South’, to cheer myself up.

Got the nosh ready, Oven chips and Szynka Gotowana on Baltana sour bread sandwiches.

Made too much, but enjoyed what I managed to eat.

Rated this one at 9.3/10.

The Morrisons delivery arrived. I stored the fodder away.

Fell asleep doing the crossword.

I woke to Steve’s ringing of the internal phone to let me know he’d arrived.

He set to straight away absorbing the letter and questionnaire from FraserBrown.

Afte much searching of my file, I think we found all that was required for the buyers solicitors eight questions to be replied to sufficiently.

Steve then wrote in the responses on the question form.

He even put the full sheets in an envelope and posted it to me on his way out.

I felt a lot better after we’d spent over an hour studying and responding to the animals… I mean solicitors demands.

Crossed fingers again that we have done it right this time, enough to satisfy them all.

Steve is going to arrange for an Age UK Trusted Plumber to mend the boiler and drain the system of water. This has to be done, to validate the Empty Property insurance ASAP. More Hassle! He would need a key, to give to the plumber to use, and I didn’t have one anymore. So I rang Sister Jane’s Pete and asked if I could fetch the key he kept safe for me tomorrow. No: Tuesday is their shopping day so they will be busy, and they are going out to a concert in the evening.

So I’ll have to go and pick it up on Wednesday morning.

Steve had brought the paperwork from the Budget Insurance I’d just taken out on the old house. All, wait for it… 44 pages!

Seems we need to provide proof of this and forward it to both the solicitor and the insurance company when done. About arranging the boiler repair, water off, etc. The hassle grows!

To the WC, and found myself singing? Good that!

Must remember the Wilko delivery today, no, tomorrow.

Did some crosswords drank much tea then I fell asleep.

Inchcock Today: Sun 10 Jan15: Down a bit

Not a good day, humph!

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Sunday 10^th January 2016

Dreams like never before, none of them made the least sense or seemed to have any connection with life as it is, or was? I was in a coffin with an old Atari ST computer at one time, winding up a generator for light and heat? Then I was picking maggots out my rotting leg and eating them?

Woke as fully depressed as I have for years now – self-pity and fear seemed to have taken over my psyche this morning.

Add to that the bleeding from the rear and Little Inchy had started again.

Anne Gina was giving me far too much jip. So much, I took my last under-tongue lozenge.

The ulcer joined in attacking me with venom. Only Arthur Itis was going easy on me this morning.

Stiffness and aching in the elbow and hand joints were bothersome, something new this.

I feel so different to yesterday morning when I woke with hope and faith things were going better for me… Foolish me!

I made a cuppa and took my medications.

Unable it seems to free myself from the worry and fretting over the turn of events with the FraserBrown demands, and how to get things sorted and help.

I finished the last diary and started this one.

Feeling morose and not being able to shake it off.

To be honest, I’m a bag of nerves. Twitching, fretting and nervous about and at, anything today.

I’ll try to have a bath later. Sort out blood matted Little Inchy and the haemorrhoids. Try to shake me out of this mean spirit level draining lethargy.

I did some Facebooking on the Troll Free Zone. May nice comments received from the members. I’m afraid I felt a little less enthusiastic than normal. Due to the solicitors demands, questionnaires and jobs I have to sort and get done on the old house – no idea what or how to do any of them, can’t hear folk on the phone, or understand some of the questions from the buyers solicitor. Only Steve Age UK can help, and he won’t get my email requesting support until Monday, if then. I’m depressed.

Had a good soak in the bath and readied the washing for the laundry room.

Took the rubbish bags and threw them down the chute on the way.

Did my crossword book while I was waiting in the lobby.

Went in to swap the clothes into the dryer.

A bloke kept hauling some stuff outside from one of the flats.

The frail lady told me later; they were going to live in Scotland.

When the dryer got going, I departed and had a walk up through Woodthorpe Park and down into Sherwood, to get some bits of fodder.

Not that I needed any, but when I feel down, I tend to shop a lot!

The trees on the way up the path looked picturesque despite their lack of colour.

Once at the top of the hill and part way down the footpath, I took a photo of the landscape to the North, across the field.

The shadows produced a rather naughty looking shape on the grass. Hehe!

There were not many doggies being walked today.

Mind you, it was very cold despite the sunshine.

Called in the Co-op store and bought a paper, Meat and potato pie and some milk.

Made my way back up and over the hill and down to the gates into the Woodthorpe Grange Park and up the footpath.

A lot more people in the park on y way back.

There was a pavement cyclist; well, footpath cyclist zooming down the incline as I walked up it.

Swine!

Plenty more dogs with their tails wagging for me to enjoy watching.

To the top and right down the gravel footpath and back to the apartments.

The frail lady from the 11th floor was having a sit in the foyer.

I gave her some nibbles and asked her to smile for her photo bless her.

The dryer finished shortly, and I got me clothes folded in the bag.

As I started up the lift to the flat, the current frustrations came back into my mind, and gloom descended on me.

Got some nosh ready. Didn’t feel much like eating though, so only had a little meal.

Put the togs away, and washed the pots.

I felt like a cloud was following me around.

Ordered some drawers from Wilko to be delivered Tuesday, and some stuff from Morrison’s for tomorrow.

Fell asleep woke up took my medications and flaked out again.

Glad to give my mind a rest from the fretting while I slept.

Feeling drained and haggard each of the many times I sprang awake.

Inchcock Today: Sat 9 Jan 2016: It started so well – ended with me disconsolate downhearted and depressed… badly depressed.

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Saturday 9^th January 2016

Despite all the jumping awake I did, I must have gotten a good six hours kip in last night!

That is not the only pleasant surprise this morning either:

To the bathroom to find, although stinging a bit, Little Inchy had not bled at all!
The haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all!
Found some notes I’d written on my pad about a dream, and I could read some of my writing!
I stubbed my toes on the pedestal and unbelievably felt no pain? This one confused me a lot.

Made a cuppa and took my medications.

It was good to remember and have notes of a dream to record.

The Dream: I got a job in a massive sprawling factory and had to find the manager on my first day. The place was a mishmash of machines all type of tools. Some of them that I worked on years ago when I worked at Carters pop factory. I could smell the place I’m sure.

I walked through the different machine rooms asking everyone if they could point me to where he (The boss) was. Each bloke pointed to a different place or area or building.

I think I had to see him at 0600hrs to start work, and it was now dinnertime and the men broke off for lunch.

I wandered around the now-empty factory in search of the boss.

Climbed ladders, down stairways, in through doors and machinery without any luck for hours it seemed. I recalled thinking how long their dinner break was?

I came across a bloke under a machine working away whistling and asked him where the boss was. He climbed out from under the Doboy machine, looked around and swore, cursing his mates not telling him lunchtime had started? He pointed to a trap door in the floor, and told me to jump into it; that takes me to the bosses office?

So I thanked him and opened the trapdoor. Down I dived.

Suddenly I was in the countryside, the beautiful countryside too. Rolling hills, fantastic greenery and trees.

I spotted a large group of men walking on the dangerous narrow footpath on the outside of a hill come mountain. I don’t know how, but I was suddenly at their side on the path high up in the sky. The man looked like Michael Elphick from the Boon TV series. He was sending one of the blokes to fetch his spanner to him from the factory. When I introduced myself he gruffly said; “Okay you can fetch it mush. It’s in the top office, and don’t dawdle about!”.

Instantly I was back in the factory complex. Can’t recall all that happened but I did find the office after much hassle and annoyances. It was at the top of a winding wooden staircase they told me. But on and on I went up the stairs without finding it?

The note I’d written had the following written on them that I cannot decipher. “Woman, surprise – happy”? Damned memory won’t let me recall what this was about. Tsk!

Damned memory won’t let me recall what this was about. Tsk!

I wish I knew a dream-reader.

Then did some Facebooking for a good while.

The winds had dropped, and the rain stopped.

Did some graphic work, and began to sing to myself?

Cleaned the kitchen floor.

Cleaned the kitchen floor. Still humming away, merrily to myself. Worrying this, it is usually a portent of hassle and bother me being content.

A letter came through the box after I’d finished.

Guess what? It was from the solicitors. Every letter I’ve had from them, and there have been many; all arrived on Saturday same as this one did; Just when I cannot contact anyone for help and assistance. Huh!

Eight questions to answer in reply to the buyers concerns? A questionnaire on Light Fittings, eleven responses needed.

A questionnaire on Light Fittings, eleven answers needed.

A questionnaire on fitted units with twelve bits to fill in about them.

A questionnaire about outdoor areas with twelve muti-answer questions.

I’m not singing anymore.

I Emailed Steve Age UK begging for help on this problem.

Why all these queries now? Are FraserBrown drawing things out on purpose to get more cash? I’m genuinely worried now that the deal may not go through!

Ruined the weekend now. Crapola!

Every time I get feeling in better spirits something comes to knock me down into worry and frustration again.

I was going to tell you about the wonderful last words of Gregory Камеры, a convicted Russian serial murderer.

But I’ve lost interest now this hassle has appeared.

I also emailed Sister Jane and told her. Which I shouldn’t have done really.

Depression took over; self-pity lurked, and I sat doing nothing but wanting to stop my mind battling with itself over the new problems.

Steve will not get the email until Monday, and how long it will take him to reply and find time to get to see me is anyone’s guess.

Moross and morbid now, I do so hate feeling like this.

Inchcock Today Fri 8 Jan 16: Got out a bit anyway – nodding off is becoming a habit again. Tsk!

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Friday 8^th January 2016

I had a decent nights kip. Reckon I got a good 6 hours in last night.

I stirred around 0445 hrs and lay thinking of yesterday’s hassle and what needed doing today.

The tenancy interview seemed to go well yesterday. I got the living room sorted a bit more, although the Whoopsiedangleplop I could have done without happening! Hehe!

Getting there slowly.

Hobbled to the bathroom porcelain to be pleasantly surprised with several things: The haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all, the blotches on the legs seemed to be fading a bit and not so sore. The angina was nowhere near as bad as of late. And; Little Inchy had bled only the tiniest bit!

Looking good this morning. Mind you, the bruise on my hip where I fell off me walking stick yesterday was a bit tender!

Got the kettle on and made a cuppa, took my morning medications, and even remembered to put my midday pot of them in the bag ready for when I would be out and about. I hope!

The rain had stopped but the wind was still high. You watch it; I bet when I go out later to catch the bus, the rain starts?.

Started the laptop and finalised the Thursday diary and posted it.

Started this one, and then checked the emails and went on Facebook.

Got a shave and did me teggies, had a good bath then doctored Little Inchy, the knees, lesions and back passage.

Rubbish bags to the chute.

Called in the Community Shed and gave the girls a loaf of dough bread. .

Back to the foyer and met some other residents, who for some reason were not their usual cheery selves.

Caught the bus into town. Did some crosswords when en route.

Dropped off and walked over roadway through the walk-over and tooketh a photo of below.

It might look nice and sunny, but it was damned cold this morning.

I wandered through Victoria Centre Mall and called in Jessops, no, it’s John Lewis’s now. Had a search to see if they had any recliners on at Sale price.

I spotted a few large ones, too big to get into the flat probably. But the cheapest one was £4000 plus!

This smaller one in the photo in an exquisite brown was on offer at £699.

I took to it straight away and had a sit in it.

Comfort wise it was almost perfect.

Unfortunately, it was a little too low for me I’m afraid.

I nearly had to get some help to get out of it. Hehe!

I walked into the City Centre and got a TV paper from a shop, then over the Slab Square.

They were finishing clearing the Winter Wonderland.

The Christmas tree was about the last thing waiting to be removed.

I went into a bookshop and bought a cheapo book. ‘Famous Last Words and Astonishing Epitaphs’. Might be interesting, I could use some on my leader for the diaries perhaps?

Up to the bus stop and caught the L9 bus.

As the bus passed the Ice Stadium place, there wee hundreds of ankle snappers queuing for something or other.

So many approaching it stopped the traffic for a while.

Just managed to avoid nodding off this time, and got off at the right stop at the flats.

There was no call for the WC when I got in the apartment? Then I put the kettle on.

Put the kettle on and cleaned some bits I’d brought in on my shoes from the carpet.

Made a cuppa and took my midday medications a bit late mind.

Got some potato cubes cooking in the oven, and started this update.

Sausages and potato cakes ready to add later, hopefully, they will all be available at the same time.

It’s cold in here today. Got an Iceland order coming between 1500 and 1700hrs, so can’t put me jammies and dressing gown on yet to keep warm.

The nosh, all done in the same oven dish (Apart from the beans done in the saucepan), I timed right for once, and it was deliciousWatched a DVD while I ate me nosh.

One of me best meals ever I think, maybe I was in the right mood?

Rated it 9.65/10.

The Iceland delivery came, no paperwork to check the provisions against.

That’s me well stocked up with food again then! Took the evening medications.

Cleaned the pots and into the chair, started to watch another DVD of ‘Goodnight Sweetheart’; I was off into the land of nod within minutes.

I sprang wide-awake around midnight. Made a cuppa, but didn’t get to drink it as I nodded off again.

Once more I awoke with a start. Memories fresh from a dream I’d been having, so I got up and scribbled some details on my pad. I hope I could read them in the morning when I try to transcribe them.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today Thu 7 Jan 2016: Hassle, hassle, hassle! Did I tell you I’m getting hassle?

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Thursday 7^th January 2016

I woke up at 0225 hrs and struggled to get to the porcelain. And nothing moved, just wind.

To rumbling innards prevented me getting back to sleep, so I gave up and put the kettle then laptop on.

Checked my supplies of luxury foods in the draws in the kitchen, getting low now. Hehe!

The emissions of the wind from my rear end were so bad this morning and foul smelling, they started my haemorrhoids off!

I finished off Wednesdays diary and started on this one.

Too early to take the morning medications yet.

Deana is coming today to talk to me and do a questionnaire thing about the tenancy? 0830 hrs she said.

I did some Facebooking.

Then I finished off this graphic for the TFZ site and got it posted.

Rushed to the WC in response to me innards letting me know it was urgent.

Made it only just in time, very close to having another Whoopsiedangle!

I had some almost instant, relief in the rumbling innards department. So much easier now.

Made graphic of one old photo I had of Pete from years ago when he broke his neck.

Turned out a bit like I wanted, quite pleased with it in the end. Emailed it to Jane and Pete

Got an email from Steve Age UK:

I have called the Nottingham Building Society, and they inform me your house is still about eight weeks away from completion they say due to the solicitors waiting for your ID etc.

Which is hogwash I might add, two weeks after taking in the required ID, I got a letter and phone call from them asking me for it! Gits!

He continued:

They have given me names of companies who will insure empty properties. They will charge heavily of course for an empty house. You may have to drain the water from the heating system.

Let me know what you want to do and I can help you with it.

I answered asking him to go ahead and get it sorted ASAP, please.

Huh!

I took the rubbish bags to the chute, got a telephone call when I got back to the flat.

IT was Deana; she would be late for our appointment, her car window will not close, and she is taking it to get sorted out.

Updated this boring crap while I waited.

Going to miss the bus to the clinic now – humph!

After Facebooking a bit more, Deana arrived. Upset she was late, I told her not to worry.

The questionnaire was finally finished in an hour or so. We found time for a natter and laugh in between.

The 1039 bus had just gone, so I got on the laptop to update this.

Got an email from Steve – he’s calling after 1400hrs today. To make arrangements for the insurance cover.

So I scrapped my Clinic visit and settle in for the day, Again!

Will I ever get out and about again?

I hope to get to the shops and clinic tomorrow, then.

Boy, has the wind got up? Yes, it flipping well has!

Rain and high winds seemed to have settled in now. The gaps in the kitchen window and frame are letting in the perishing wind – I nearly got blown back out of the door just now. Hehehe.

Steve arrived, and we got the insurance for the old place sorted, but only after much kerfuffle.

Took him over an hour to get it sorted, but I’m more at ease now it’s done.

Got a bit of cleaning and sorting done after he’d gone.

When I’d done cleaning and sorting I felt tired, exhausted and every part of my anatomy hurt!

Whoopsiedangleplop again when I cleaned underneath my 1967 G-Plan cupboard sideboard thingy, I tried to get up using my walking stick – and fell off of it! Hehehe! A bit of bad luck when I was raising myself supported by the stick, the left hand froze and the right knee gave way at the same time! Hey-ho!

Dinner in the oven, a fish meal tonight. Fish fingers and fish cakes, garden peas, beetroot and bread thins.

The rain almost stopped, the wind still vicious, it went dark quickly and the clouds massed.

I’m not too bothered about things now the insurance is settled.

Looking forward to getting out tomorrow. Must get back for the Iceland delivery though at 1500 hrs, so need to make an early start to ensure I can catch the L9 back to the flats. The last one from town is at 1505 hrs. May go to Arnold instead and get some of those Anya potatoes from J Sainsbury tomorrow?

I took my evening medications, missed the midday ones being so busy like. Tsk!

Watched some episodes of Goodnight Sweetheart series five on DVD.

I cannot agree or condone the polyamorous content of the show – but I couldn’t help finding it amusing.

I suspect the thought of time travel appeals to most folk?

The rain had stopped, but the winds continued.

Stayed awake for two full half-hour episodes before drifting off into oblivion for the night.

Slept well for once too.

Inchcock Today Wed 6 Jan 16: Busy day getting nothing sorted

Changing lawyers is like changing deck chairs on the Titanic!

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Wednesday 6^th January 2016

I woke up at 0325 hrs. To the porcelain yet again. Little Inchy had been bleeding, but far less than of late. I hope the Daktacort cream is sufficient.

Made a cup of strong tea and took the morning medications.

The view from the kitchen window was of an eerie foggy morning.

A Whoopsiedangleplop took place after I took this photograph.

I was putting the milk back in the fridge as my fingers suddenly stiffened (As they often do you know) and dropped the carton. Making things even worse, it fell into my bag I’d left on the floor and soaked everything in it! Crossword book, umbrella, nibbles, gloves, bird seed, etc. As I bent down to lift it into the sink sharpishly; I cracked my head on the corner of the four-tier server!

Cleared out and cleaned the bag, contents and floor. Muttering some well-chosen words of self-recrimination away to myself as I did so. I included a new one that I’d automatically invented in with the usual crude ones. “Bluglethunder”, I like it!

Then I went to empty the by now cold cuppa – and managed to drop it in the sink luckily. I now have a pretty artistic chip on the bottom of my pink mug, and a creative lump on me head. You’ve got to laugh!

Laptop on and emailed Steve Age UK about the health visitor (Not that I anticipate that this will be of the slightest interest to him). Sent another one to Brother-in-Law Pete to cheer him up, he’s had some teggies out and a filling.

I received an email from Grammarly with my weekly writing update figure.

I’m making plenty of mistakes.

Nothing new here then! Hehehe!

Did a bit of Facebooking then.

A pot of porridge and another cuppa.

Laptop closed and put away and did some cleaning and sorting in the flat.

Not a lot mind!

Not before time either!

The Morrison’s order arrived, and I loaded up the freezer, fridge and cupboards.

Some letters were then delivered.

There were amongst them, one for Margaret the previous tenant. And two for yours truly.

One a bank statement from the Co-op, at last!.

The other was also from the Co-op informing me that the Insurance for the old house was due to run out on the 9th January. This one had been forwarded from the old address in Carrington.

I tried ringing the number on the letter to pay the insurance but could not understand what the machine was telling me.

Got a bath and shave, took the three rubbish bags to the chute, then and called at the Community Shed to find Julie there. I told her of my problem, and she kindly rang the bank.

After much kerfuffle, they told her that being as the Carrington house was not my primary residence, they could not insure it again. What?

She then told me to get the insurance details for the new flat, that I had taken out with the Age UK via Steve, who we could not contact again? And bring them to her and she’d call them and ask if they could cover it.

I went back to the flat and got the details and on the way back to the shed I came across Deana, the other coordinator. Told her of my problems and gave her a nibble and returned to Julie. Gave her a nibble as well and she called Age UK for me.

After more kerfuffle, they too said they would not insure the old house for me?

In desperation I rang Steve and got an answer (Amazing!), Julie explained the situation and Steve said he’d get in touch with the buyers of the house and see if anything could be sorted, and ring me back later. Why do I not feel confident about this?

Deana said she had to interview me? She’d be over in the morning about 0830 hrs.

Back to the apartment and put the kettle on, and the Occupational Officer from Nottingham City Homes arrived. Joel Patterson, a young chap from the Enablement Team in Bulwell. arrived.

He fired some medical type questions at me, then checked the facilities in the bathroom. After an hour or so he left, saying he’d get back to me at a later date.

Nice chap, pleasant enough.

Another cuppa brewed and got the laptop on again to update this earth shattering story of life in the aged lane.

Got me nosh ready. Frikadellen and tomatoes, with the stoneground bread.

I was just too tired to bother making anything else.

Enjoyed this all the same, and rated it a decent 9/10.

Nodded off, but again kept waking so often it was annoying.

Inchcock Today 5 Jan 16: Memories evoked by a DVD today

Changing lawyers is like changing deck chairs on the Titanic!

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Tuesday 5^th January 2016

Woke up needing the porcelain again at 0355 hrs. Passed a lot of water again like last night. The legs seemed to be a little less blown than of late?

The back, knees and neck were still bothersome, though.

Made a cuppa and had my breakfast.

Then got the Laptop on and set to work on the Ode.

Movement being less painful than yesterday – looking good this now – he said with crossed fingers. Hehe!

Little Inchy will need careful attention when I get my bath later. Typical innit? Yesterday I told the Dr that he is no worse than he has been, and here he is the next morning, tingling and matted again! Huh!

As I made my second cup of tea – the duodenal ulcer started up. I was hoping last night’s bit of bother from him was going to be a one-off.

I really must take care of what I have for nosh now. Back to the eating the soups methinks? Although, eating fish should be okay?

I keep having to lift the lid on the WC regularly this morning, far too frequently. But I think perhaps it might be a good thing for the blown-up legs?

Not sure if I will risk a trip out or not yet today because of this.

Tried again to get on with the Ode creation, but a lack of concentration and attention prevented my getting it anything like I wanted. Tsk!

Rang Sister Jane. Her social calendar if still full. Fooey the nicest cat in the world is still doing well. Crossed fingers on that!

Got a shave, did me teggies, and then ran the bath. Using the new bath-foam thingy today in it, the expensive one. Had a quick one today.

Little Inchy doctored, medicated, creamed and dried well afterwards. (Oh, the pain. Hehe!) Daktacort cream used today.

Must remember the Nottingham City Homes Occupational Therapy chap is calling tomorrow.

I got me togs ready for the launderette room activities.

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to the foyer.

When the washing machine was going, I walked to the Winwood Community Shed and dropped off more mail for Margaret, the previous tenant. No one was in, but they’d left the door unlocked.

Back to the foyer of the flats and the frail lady was sat there. Gave her some nibbles and tried to have a natter with her. It wasn’t easy as we are both a bit deaf, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Had to nip up to the flat to visit the porcelain yet again. Returned and got the washing out and into the spin-dryer.

Spent ages on the crossword book without finishing any. Funny that; some days I can get a good few in, others none?

The frail lady said her farewells and went up to get her dinner.

Eventually, it was done and I packed the togs and went back up to the apartment – just in time I got to the porcelain. Getting peed off with all this peeing. Hehe!

Still, it might help the leg swelling to go down a bit?

Put the clothes away in the airing cupboard and hung some up on hangers on me clothes racks. The trousers I washed will need ironing, I’ve got an iron, but will have to purchase an ironing board soon.

**Decided not to risk the sausages after all. Very lean bacon. Rated this 9.2/10**

Decided the last thing to have bacon cobs and sausages for tonight’s nosh.

Did some Facebooking and then got it ready.

I chose not to eat the savoury BBQ flavour sausages, though, very tasty as they are.

I thought perhaps they might be a little too strong on the tummy and start the ulcer going again. The last thing I need is another pain starting up if I can avoid it.

The legs were feeling far less painful, but the back and neck/shoulders started giving me grief again. (You can’t win em all. Hehe!)

Settled to watch some episodes of Heartbeat series three on the TV’s DVD thingamabob.

Stayed awake, well maybe the odd nod-off or two, and three trips to the porcelain, through all three episodes and enjoyed them. This took me back to where and who I was living at the time when the programme was first aired. The memories were good and clear, but I got a touch morbid about the people who are no longer with me, especially Suzie naturally.

I used to get home from work on my motorbike, quick as I could to watch this series on a Friday night as I recall?

With this prompting many other recollections, I mused over my past failings, missed opportunities, alcoholism and people I’ve lost. But not in a destructive way.

Drifted off, sat in my right sized lovely 1967 leather chair, all snug, warm and passing wind.

Kept waking up again and again, but I soon nodded off again each time.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today Mon 4 Jan 16: Doctors, drizzle and the dreadful Duodenal Ulcer kicks off. Tsk!

What’s the difference between a dead dog in laying in the middle of the road and a dead lawyer laying in the middle of the road?
There are tyre skid marks in front of the dog.

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Monday 4^th January 2016

I’d been kept awake during the night each time I caught the whatever they are patches on my legs; it woke me up.

A new one on the right leg seemed like part of me leg was sinking into the rest of the leg?

But the sores were far less tender and red than yesterday.

I laid a while and pondered on today’s appointments. 1000 hrs, Practice Nurse for INR Warfarin blood tests, 1015 hrs See Dr. Vindla about the report the GUM clinic had sent her about Little Inchy and have him check him out. I’ll mention me new sores to her afterward.

Walk to the Chemist for me prescriptions. Bus to town and call at the Audio clinic for some batteries for me hearing aids.

I’d got a feeling there was something else today, but could not find anything else on Google Diary?

As my mate and internet wit Duncan Robertson said to me in an email earlier: “It’s so frustrating when you know something is in the flat but just can’t find it!”.

I took a photo (Top) of the state of me legs and the new depression on the right leg to show the Dr in case it disappears by the time I get to see her.

Stirred myself and visited the porcelain – stubbing my toe as I went in. “Oh fancy that I said out loud!”

Made a cuppa and found the milk had gone off – so I made another using a new carton of milk. Took the morning medications.

Laptop on started this diary off and posted Sunday’s.

Did a bit of Facebooking, and then got the things ready for me trip out. Waterproof coat and hat for my walk in the rain to the GP and so on. Bus-pass to get back, cash in pocket, INR Haematology Anticoagulant Record Card, Audio Clinic Record Booklet, Angina spray and the like in my bag or pocket.

Got a wash and brush-up and set off on my hike to the surgery.

Dropped into the Community Shed and Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were present. Handed over the mail for Margaret the flats previous tenant. We all had a little natter.

Walked down the hill into Sherwood, and I struggled a bit with the heavy water-logged legs and the sores making it painful going.

The rain held off as I ascended the hill up out of Sherwood and down into Carrington.

Got into the surgery and took a seat and read my book while I waited for my name being called. Into the nurses room for my INR Warfarin level blood test.

The lovely nurse soon tended to me, and I returned to the waiting room to await Dr Vindla being free.

Once in the surgery, she informed me they had found the missing notes about my last treatments to Little Inchy. I wasn’t aware they had lost them.

Dr Vindla informed me that I had to make an appointment with the G.U.M. clinic for another check-up before the appointment that had already been made earlier with them on my last visit, this one was for the 18th January.

She then took a look at my legs and seemed unconcerned. Then gave me a prescription for a different cream for Little Inchy, and some for the sores on my swollen legs. She explained she did not want to hand me any Furosemide tablets, with my being on so many others at the moment.

Then she advised my they were waiting for an appointment at the Cardiology Out-patients unit and would inform me when it arrives.

I trotted off limpingly to the chemists in Carrington and got the prescription for the two creams filled.

Then to Lidl where I got some Frikadellens, smoked bacon and some stonebaked cobs.

£7.31 lighter in my pocket, I trotted hobblingly to the bus stop.

Caught one into Sherwood. Crossed the road and waited at the bus stop there for the L8 that takes me to the flats to arrive.

Three fellow tenants came and a good natter and laugh ensued.

Had a struggle getting off the bus, due to the legs and back not being overly interested in moving.

Back at the flat and put me bits I’d bought away.

Got the brush and dustpan out, but they didn’t work. So I got the hoover out and did the hallway and front room. My back and legs were aching afterwards. Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took the medications.

Got the Laptop going and updated this tosh.

Started some graphicationalisationing with Coreldraw and CorelPaint.

Fell asleep and when I woke the dreams I’d had were clear in my mind, of course by the time I’d written some notes down most of the had dissolved into the ether; I was inside a glove box of a car and looking through a spy hole at the occupants of the car. The three people (Strangers to me) were all dressed in red and blue almost Minstrel-like clothing and sang to each other instead of talking. Inside the glove box, I had a picnic basket with a bottle of Aludrox SA?

I made a cuppa and watched some TV in mini-sessions as I kept dropping off again.

I woke to need the porcelain rather sprightly and passed more than I have done in ages.

Got back to the chair and drifted off. Woke up a few times as the duodenal ulcer started giving me some hassle!

Inchcock Today Sun 3 Jan 16: With the state of my legs today, I may never dance again! Hehe!

It was so cold out this morning.

I saw a solicitor with his hands in his own pockets!

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Sunday 3^rd January 2016

Woke I eventually, at gone 0700 hrs! I must have been well shattered to sleep for so long?

Bits of my dreams floated away as I tried to recall them. Made a cuppa and took my morning medications rather later than planned.

Left with a feeling or sense, that they were not pleasant dreams I’d had?

Made a cuppa and took my morning medications with a nice strong cup of tea, rather later than planned mind. Hehe!

Tended to Little Inchy, the neck and shoulders still giving me some bother. Huh!

Got the laptop going and completed the last diary then started this one off.

I did some more Facebooking. Then posted some ‘Bling’ photos for the TFZ gals.

I did a graphic for Sister Jane for her birthday and posted it to her.

No reply yet, no doubt she’ll be giving the plonk most of her attention.

But she rarely has more than three bottles at any one session.

Hehehe!

I checked me Google Calendar to make sure of my first appointment at the GP surgery in the morning. 1000 hrs the nurse and 1015 hrs the doctor.

The rain was coming down in torrents now.

I got the bath water running, had a shave, did my teggies and prepared myself to struggle into the tub – suddenly I espied more work for the Doctor in the morning!

Blotches of blood under the skin on both ankles and part way up the leg?

I didn’t notice them earlier?

Also, some veins on the top of my legs had turned red?

I bet Dr Vindla will be pleased to see me in the morning, poor woman.

She’ll have Little Inchy to examine, the cut inside my lip to check, the wayward Warfarin blood level to sort out and now these two a well. I will be popular! Hehe!

I had a quick bath and cleaned it up, applied the cream to Little Inchy and pain gelling the knees.

Got dressed, made up the bags of rubbish and put my empty jars in a carrier bag, and took the bags to the rubbish chute. Then went down with the jars to walk to the end of the road and put them in the recycling bin. Getting well wet in the process.

Back to the flat and made a cuppa and took my evening medications while I thought of it like.

The rain had stopped, and gloom came over the view from the kitchen window.For a while, it seemed like everything had gone mono?

For a while, it seemed like everything had gone mono?

Then a mist came down in the distance.

The colour returned after a few minutes; then it started to get dark quickly. For some reason, I thought the Conspiracy Theorists would have a marvellous time with this.

The rain started again. I took my afternoon medications.

I went on Facebook again, then WordPressed for a while.

For nosh tonight: Pork sausages, chestnuts, potato cakes, beetroots and flavoured baked beans.

I used Patti Beckert’s BBQ recipe for marinating the beans. Thanks, Patti!

To follow was mandarins in orange jelly – there was an orange yoghourt as well, but when I opened it, I found it had gone off! Eurgh!

Took me evening medications.

I sat reading my Leningrad book and woke up hours later, still on the chapter I’d started reading.

Thought about getting up to make a cuppa and Zzzz!.

Regrettably I kept catching the patches on one or the other leg/ankle sores and spent more time awake than sleeping – that was until about 0300 hrs when I woke and took another painkiller, then drifted off until 0415 hrs.

Tsk!

Inchcock Today Sat 2 Jan 2016: Lost camera. Really pee’d off with myself now!

Solicitors are like rhinoceroses,

Thick Skinned, Short Sighted, and always ready to charge!

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Saturday 2^nd January 2016

Woke at 0400 hrs, I forced myself up and to the bathroom.

Made a cuppa and took my morning medications.

Laptop on to finish the Friday diary – but could I find my camera with the photo’s on it from yesterday?

No!

I didn’t go out of the flat yesterday, the last time I used it was in the kitchen to photographicalise me nosh.

I felt a fool as I searched for over two hours, looking in he same places so often – thought I was going demented!

Might it be in the same place as my missing hearing-aid batteries, Lottery ticket or Dixon of Dock Green DVD? Not that it would help of it was, because I don’t know where that place is!.

Has the flat got a black-hole in it?.

Frustrated, defeated and depressed, I began to hate my carelessness and frail memory.

Suppose I’ll have another search later after having my bath and I get ready to go out. I feel lost without a good camera. If I don’t find it, more expense to get another one?

There was a fella called Inchcock,

Who acquired an ageing memory block,

The Lumix was the best camera he’d ever had,

He’s lost it, can’t find it, and that is so sad,

To buy a new one, he’ll have to go into hock,

Old Age can be such a terrible shock!

Did a bit of Facebooking, but my idiocy in losing my excellent camera kept coming into my mind.

Had me soak in the bath, put Radox in it. I had a good shave with only one little cut made. I sprayed myself with Brute. (And still none of the ladies ravaged me. Tsk!)

Treated ‘Little Inchy’, hardly any bleeding now. Put my rear-end cream on, pain-gelled my knees and hands. Cleaned my hearing aids and long-distance spectacles, and got dressed and the things together and ready for taking with me on me outing into town.

Took the rubbish to the chute, and then returned for a final check of the flat. Lights, power sockets, taps, etc.

Lastly, I closed the laptop lid… Wait for it!!!

There behind it was my precious missing camera!

Nothing new there then.

I swore prolifically at myself, and got the bag and walked down to catch the 0930 hrs L9 bus.

No one else waiting in the lobby – odd I thought?

Walked to the Community Shed and it was locked up – just as well because I’d forgotten what I had called there for in the first place had left my mind.

Back to the lobby and a few tenants were there. I had a great gossip and laughed with them. We walked out to the bus-stop, and they all caught the L8. I gave them a cheery wave-off.

It was then that I realised it was a Saturday, and the L9 doesn’t start until 1030 hrs! Huh!

So, I had a walk up through and down the park into Sherwood. Some lovely dogs en route being walked, or rather walking their owners. Hehe!

I dropped off on Mansfield Road in town, the rain barely noticeable, but it kept suddenly going dark and threatening.

Not many folks around for a Saturday.

I walked to the Jessops store to see if they had anything in the Sale that might interest me. Negative.

As I left, I noticed the crowds gathering on Clinton Street where the stabbing took place yesterday outside the McDonald’s imitation food outlet. After I had taken the first photograph, the light returned within seconds, it was so surreal! So I took another.

Decided to go to catch a bus to Bulwell to see if the B&M store had any of the cheapo Curried beans in stock. Went to the bus stop and caught a number 17 into Bulwell.

The pigeons appreciated the seeds I gave them. Then I moved to the shallow and usually slow moving river Leen to see the mallard ducks.

The river was in flood, and the water so brown instead of the usual clear transparent water.

The ducks were keeping out of the main flow in a line. Bet the poor things are well tired current and weather.

I went into the B&M store, but they had no beans in stock.

Caught a bus back into Nottingham and just missed the bus back to the flats. Not another for two hours now, and that will be the last one for the day.

A number 40 was due in an hour, so I had a paddle around in the rain for a while.

As I wandered around, I decided to call in Tesco. Where I got some potato cakes and weakened terribly and bought some fresh cream horns.

Strolled down Trinity Walk and noticed this first-floor cafe was open, with signs all over the place and thought of Lynton Cox, my mate, so thought I’d post it for him.

I’ve never actually seen anyone going into or out of this building ever?

Went to the bus stop for the 40 bus that was now due in four minutes.

I could smell the food from the many restaurants locally, but a bad smell of something decaying was mingled in with these aromas.

I soon located the source in Nottingham, The Cleanest City in Britain. It was near the bus stop against the wall of one of the restaurants – not their fault! Passengers waiting for the bus had I assumed just thrown their rubbish in the recess while waiting for the bus and sorting their shoplifted goods out?

Caught the bus and had a read of me war book on the way, and dropped off on Winchester Street.

Risked life and limb, but got across the road okay, and walked to the flats.

The rain began heavily as I got inside the foyer.

Got in and put my bits away.

WC’d and made a cuppa, took the midday medications.

Laptop on, and I started to update this diary.

Did some Facebooking, and then got me nosh prepared.

Made far too much, though. New potatoes, potato cakes, bacon, BBQ sausage, roast parsnips, carrots and caramelised sausage rolls; Cor what a load!

I think I managed to eat about 50% of it if that! Yet I made room for the fresh cream French horns! Naughty! Tsk!

I found two films on the gogglebox I wanted to watch. The first one ‘Killer Bees’ sent me off to the land of nod in no time. I awoke after it had finished and tried to watch ‘Inferno’; didn’t get passed the first ten minutes before I’d gone again! Tsk!