Trotsky Terence

Inchcock Today – Friday 9th March 2018

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Friday 9th March 2018

Italian: Venerdì 9 Marzo 2018

0230hrs: Stirred into life, mind and body seemed to be in some sort of cohesion for a change. I reckon I managed five-hours sleep; although dream-filled. Not that I can recall anything about them, but I know they made me wake-up feeling nervous about something or other. Tsk! The laundry room duties came to mind, and I decided to get this done first thing.

0240hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, almost with ease. ( Okay, I thought, what’s going on with all the ailments? Reflux Roger, Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Harry Hernia, Shaking Shaun, even Dizzy Dennis were notable for their absence?) Only Inchies Fungal Lesion, Trotsky Terence and Haemorrhoid Harold were giving any bother. Very rare and worrying! Hehe! Had a wee-wee.

Down the lift to the laundry room. Nipped out of the foyer doors to take this photographicalisation of the morning view. It was not cold at all out their. And in the laundry room, it was positively warm, and no machines were running either. Got the washer filled and back to the flat.

The electronic information board informed me that it was 02:58hrs, 5°c with Heavy Rain.

Up to the apartment, had a wee-wee.

Into the kitchen with the intentions of getting the Health Checks done.

But had to nip back for another wee-wee. (Hello, the third leak of the morning. What’s going on here?)

I’m not sure how or why I did this, but I took two readings on the Sphygmomanometer. One after the other? Seem to be losing-it early today.

Time to go down to move the laundry to the drier. I noticed the poster still in the lift, and reminded myself that I was going to look up the word (On the blue logo) Secondelement the other day and forgot to. What odds of me remembering later.

Back up to the apartment. Took a selfie, (Not a pretty sight, I know) Took a photo of the poster in this lift. More to get confused over?

Inside 72 and had a wee-wee. (Oh dearie me!) Went to make a fresh brew. It was incredibly warm in there. Temperature reading at 60°f. IT has not been this warm in there for ages. Well, I fib there, don’t I? When I left the oven on for the whole of the other night, it was slightly warm. Tsk! Getting older with dignity is impossible! Haha!

To the Porcelain Throne. The oddest session indeed. Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding drying and bleeding again. But this seems to be the pattern recently. I hope the appointment with the chap at the GUM clinic arrives soon. The evacuation was worrying, Trotsky Terence was still in attendance, and Harolds Haemorrhoids were very tender, bleeding and messy.

Then got the computer on to start this diary off. Ten minutes later, I was back on the Throne! Repeat performance, but it took me a long while to stop the lesion bleeding. So long that by the time I’d finished and cleaned up again, it was collection time for the laundry. Down once again.

I opened the drawer to choose one of the six or so toothbrushes we keep there for cleaning the filter out, and there was only the one? Enough to do the job I know. But what happened to the others?

Clothes out and folded, filter, drum and casing cleaned.

Then back up and had a wee-wee.

Got the togs stored away and refilled the washing pots ready for the next laundry room visit.

Then, I took a photograph from the kitchen window to the left, just because I liked the view. For once, the colouring came out exactly like it looked.

As I was taking it, I spotted the lights of a plane passing on its way presumably to the East Midlands Airport.

I zoomed in to take it.

It didn’t come out anything like the eye view. But it did remind me of the claims from the UFO 50s and 60s claimants.

Being the amateur artigrapher that I am, I got back to updating this diary and got a far as here, by 0635hrs. Long job! Then went to finalise the Thursday post.

0740hrs: Got the Thursday Diary finished and posted off.

Looked at the Emails to see if I’d had anything about the blood test or next appointment from the Doctors surgery yet. Nothing!

Checked and replied to comments on WordPress. It didn’t take long.

On to the WordPress Reader page, next.

Herbert above is very continuously noisy this morning. The first time I’ve let it bother me. Then again, maybe he has the workers in doing something?

All the heaters bar the one in the kitchen stopped working, and it got a bit colder in the flat. An hour or so later, they came back on. Very puzzling?

The door chimes rang out, and two ambulance ladies let themselves in. Looking for a tenant ladies whose name I didn’t know. We had a little chinwag, and I sent them to the Obergruppenfurheresses Hut to ask there.

I rechecked the Emails and found one from the Sherrington Park Medical Centre.

They had moved me to a Wednesday, which was much appreciated.

I went to book it on the calendar and found it clashed with the Dentist appointment! Humph!

Found the DVT results had been delivered. The reading very high at 4.9 now.

Less possibility of a heart Attack or Blood Clot, but I have to take care, cause any bleeding might be excessive. Fantastic news that, what with the Haemorrhoids and Inchies Fungal Lesion both bleeding all the time. Hey-ho! More protection pants needed! Tsk!

I got the ablutions done, Health Checks and set off to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Temporary Shed, to see if either of them was in, and to ask them if they could call the Dentist for me to move my appointment for me.

When I got outside, I took this photo from below Woodthorpe Court.

I could hear the workers drilling and knocking-away high above.

The sky looked beautiful, and it was not too cold either.

But then, I did have the new extra warm coat on and my hat and gloves. A little further down Chestnut Walk, I took a picture of the progress on the new build flats. The site seemed so busy this morning. Crews were working on all three buildings and looked so busy. A bit of light drizzle coming down on and off.

I arrived at the shed and entered. Kath was busy at a table on her computer. Three tenants were sat around. I offered them all a cheery ‘Good Morning’. Asking Kath, if any of the Wardens were about. She said no, they had just gone out on their morning visiting rounds.

I explained about the clash with the dentist and the INR blood test. She kindly offered to ring them for me, to change the appointment. Bless her cotton-socks! She’d soon got it arranged for me, and wrote it in my paper diary for me. We had a chinwag, and as other residents arrived, the gossiping-circle was widened and enjoyed by me.

Farewells offered, and I left to return to the flats.

Approached the foyer of Woodthorpe Court, I snapped this builders machine as it backed out of the end compound.

I got a right-rum look from the driver.

Up and to the apartment, and took a wee-wee.

I updated the Google calendar with the written diaries new info.

Got the oven on, warming up ready for the ready-made Cumberland pie with its extra cheese, and the potato-cakes with their sliced tomatoes to be put in later.

Made a good mug of Assam tea, Put the comestibles in the oven and set about updating this post.

Crampy Craig kicked-off, and I stopped, turned off the computer and went for a wee-wee.

Got the potato cakes and Cumberland pie from the oven, onto the tray and added a lemon mousse and a sliced apple.

At last, a tasty meal I ate all of and really did enjoy! These Morrisons Cumberland Pies, I can recommend to anyone who likes lamb. I’dd added extra cheese on top, mind.

Gobbled it all up slowly, savouring each forkful. The feeling was slightly spoilt by the noises from the flat above. The drilling and banging from outside had stopped, as the workmen and ladies had packed up for the week now.

Once again, the TV programmes on offer had plenty that I would have liked to watch. Of course, I kept nodding off. The Hustle episodes were on too late for me to stand the slightest chance of my staying awake. Tsk, always moaning me! Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 7th March 2018

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Wednesday 7th March 2018

 

2345hrs: Roused and the brain engaged at the same time, extricated the body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Oh dearie me, I failed to make it there in time. The instant maelstrom of an evacuation left me in a right pickle and a terrible mess to lean and sort out. Had to change PPs, clean me and the bowl and throw away the jammie-bottoms. Embarrassing start to the day, left me feeling uncomfortable, and not very confident.

0005hrs: To the kitchen and got the kettle on. The hemadynamometer worked first try, with the sys going back up again. The weight sneaking up on the rails? Hehe!

Did the medicating and imbibed the tablets and medicines.

 Got on the computer to start creating this post.

‘Ecky-thump! Back to the Porcelain Throne with great haste and forebodings! Very little content moved, a few awkward splatterings, splodges and enough wind escaped in one-go to almost encouraged me to get the book on the side and have a read while I waited for it to stop. Hehe! Another cleaning up session, and back to the WordPressing.

The tea had gone cold, so I nipped into the kitchen to made another brew. Taking a Diarrhorea capsule and an additional pain-killer Codeine 30g. I nearly took an olive oil capsule but stopped myself.

I don’t think that would have helped with the Trotsky Terence attack!

Trapped my finger in the drawer. Fool!

The view outside looked nice this morning. No snow, no fog and no rain!

Seeing the tenants vehicles down below, for some reason made me look up favourite colours of cars. As usual, I got sidetracked and ended up with some interesting facts about red light cameras in Nottingham.

The figures for the Red Light Jumper offenders fined seems to be ever increasing. Possibly, this being due to the parachronistic tendencies of my fellow Nottinghamians. Their fear of stopping and getting hit up the backside by one of the drug dealers, uninsured none-licence holding, none-English speaking Ukranian, Lithuanian or Polish lorry drivers delivering their foodstuffs or stealing metal cables from the motorway, or their need to get to their supplier quickly for more cocaine, I don’t know. Haha!

Not until 0400hrs did I get this done up to here and started on finishing off the Tuesday post. All done.

I added some Cumberland Pies to the  Morrison order, I did yesterday. On offer at 3 for £6.

I then did a wrist alarm battery check with the Nottingham City Homes Monitoring Station.

Then started to fret about yesterdays visit that has many blanks in the memory, due to it taking place while I was having a Funny-Attack and confused.

0800hrs: Ablutions all sorted and waste bags dropped off down the rubbish chute on the way out. I enjoyed the shower muchly, and avoided any hallux stubbing!

Met Welsh Bill who got in the lift on my way down. Had a laugh and joke, receiving William’s put-downs and insults. With a good spirit. No choice, really. He’s a taller, fitter and younger bloke than what I am. Hehe!  A good few residents in the hut, all seemingly in better moods than of late. Nice to see and hear. Presumably due to the much better weather?

Got on the Arnold bound L9 bus.

Going through the Daybrook housing estate en route, and I spotted two grey squirrels bounding along the house garden hedges. But, by the time I got the camera out, they were long gone. I kept the camera in my hand after this, just in case.

As the bus turned left onto Mansfield Road, I took a snap of the rather fantastic-looking clouds to the right.

What a sudden change in the weather today. I reckon a lot of people were cheered by this nice weathers appearance. I indeed seemed to be.

I dropped off at the Sainsbury supermarket and hobbled swiftly in and rushed (Okay, limped). I purchased the hastily grabbed, vine tomatoes, two small baguettes, sugar snap peas, Sheldon’s Irish potato cakes, wholemeal flatbread and bag of cheese curls. All for £6.10, too.

Out and over the road to the bus stop, again. Just like yesterday, well timed. The bus arrived a couple of minutes later. I was the only passenger on it, this felt very odd.

It soon picked up plenty more as it pressed on with its route. It was the cheerful lady driver, so I slipped some nibbles.

The sky was still looking clear and bright.

At this moment, I decided to have a go on the crossword book. I dropped the pen and positioned myself in a certain way that I thought would be easier for me to bend down and retrieve it.

Unfortunately, I hit my forehead on the top of the seat in front on the way down. I was much cheered when I saw the bloke sat opposite started laughing, and he said: “I saw that coming old chap!” I joined in with his infectious laughter, as two female passengers did too! Then the driver had a giggle! I love it when things like this happen, that tickle others funny bone.

Got off the bus on Chestnut Walk. There were many other residents to get on as I did so. Proof that the pleasant weather is appreciated by us all, methinks.

All three cranes were working, and the hoist platforms on the outside of both blocks of flats were going up and down too.

There seemed a lot of workers about. Maybe they are making an effort to get catch-up with the work they have lost due to the fog, snow and ice?

I popped into the wet room for a wee-wee when I got indoors. The flipping fungal lesion had been bleeding again and had dried. Of course, I didn’t think and just whipped down the pants, and the squirting of haemoglobin commenced. Another cleaning up and medicationalisationing session required. Humph! I did feel a dim half-witted-cretin!

Went to make a brew and put the bits purchased away.

I decided to take a couple of photos from the kitchen window, while the sun was still out. The first one out and up to the right, depicting the balconies and scaffolding with a backdrop of the sky.

The second was going to be a shot of the car park, but I zoomed in on an SUV parked below. Why? Because I could not make out what the luminous yellow item was near the back of the vehicle!

It was still there hours later. Ah well, not to worry.

Got the victuals put away and pondered on what to have for nosh later.

I decided on pork knuckle filled baguettes, sugar snap peas, tomatoes and perhaps some chips.

I’ll see later how I feel later on.

I eventually got the health checks done, the medications were taken.

A fresh larger mug of Olde English Breakfast brand of tea was made. Using the Twinings best and one of the weaker cheap Lidl tea bags together. It made a half decent tasting brew.

I wondered what the weather was going to do. The forecast this morning said there would be a probability of rain and possible snow flurries on high ground this afternoon and tonight.

Also, it noted that temperatures may get down to below freezing overnight. So I did a lookup on the web for Nottingham for the coming week. Not too bad?

Got on with updating this post.

Went on Facebooking. Hoping it would let me this time, fingers crossed. Kept freezing after a while. Humph! Gave up.

Did some commenting on WordPress, but the concentration not right.

Went on the WP reader.

Fodder tended to. The meal was sepulchral tonight. The Italian mini tomatoes were not very tasty, bitter in fact. The sliced Dutch ones I used on the baguette were fine. The French Fries passable, the Panamanian sugar-snap peas were foul and the rolls bland. Still, I ate about a third of the fodder. Then fell asleep.

Kept waking up, and felt certain a voice had stirred me into life? Three times this happened. And, a few times I think I woke up talking. After every occasion I drifted off into dreaming about just about every topic my distorted brain could think of, only to wake and repeat the process. Grumph!

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 21st February 2018

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Wednesday 21st February 2018

Haitian Creole: Mèkredi 21 Fevriye 2018

0145hrs: I woke up irritated with myself, for not being able to recall any details of the dream-filled night. Just feelings of them all being of frustrations and humiliations?

As lay there on the £300 second-hand recliner, pondering on whether I should get up or not, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards encouraged me to exit the chair immediately and make my way to the Porcelain Throne post haste.

Getting out of the recliner, I trod on a cheese curl, from the nocturnal nibbling, making a jolly right mess to clean up.

In a rush to get to the wet room, I stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.

I got in, panicky, thinking I might not make it in time, I whipped off the Protection Pants, and the blood sprayed all over the place from my breaking the dried blood from Inchies Lesion. The floor, my jammies and feet, the sink, the bowl, the toilet rolls and medications, the wall, all got sprayed. Oh, I was in a right pickle!

Which got even worse, when I didn’t make it in time! Feeling frustrated, irritated and embarrassed. The evacuation was Trotsky affected too.

By the time I had cleaned everything up, it was 0240hrs! Antisepticated, all areas, mopped up, cleaned the wall, floor, me and new PPs adorned. In a way, I was glad that these Whoopsies had occurred close to each other and early in the day, and foolishly thought things would undoubtedly improve. What a plonka!

To the main room, and cleared up the crushed cheesy curl mess.

Well pleased with myself, with my getting things sorted and cleaned up. I took this photo of me in the front room waving to you all in the reflection of the window, with the outside view, scaffolding, lights etcetera as a backdrop; before going to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

The sphygmomanometer again refused to work several times before it did so.

A slight rise in febrility and the Sys was still just a little low. But none of the readings perplexed me.

All the time lost with the cleaning up from the Whoopsiedangleplops bothered me though. This meant less time to get these diaries, WordPress Reading and Facebooking done before I had to get to the surgery for the Harold Haemorrhoids examination and Warfarin blood test done. Then I realised the appointments started at 1020hrs, not the usual 0800hrs, so panic over.

I made a grand tasting drink of Extra Strong English Breakfast tea, in the new second-hand mug.

I love this mug, cause it is cumbersome but heavy, so less chance of knocking it over when I get the shakes, the handle is easy to use, and I think it keeps the brew hotter for longer.

Took it with me to the computer, and started to update the Tuesday post and get it finished and posted on on WordPress.

Checked the emails and comments via Gmail. Then made a start on this diary.

Went to the WordPress Reader. Of course, this meant closing Firefox and opening Chrome, cause Firefox will not let me access the reader on WordPress for some reason, and then back to Firefox, because Chrome will not let me save any work on WordPress! I blame Bill Gates! Hehe!

Went on to Facebooking next.

Had to get the ablutions and medicationalisationing done them. Got them done with time to spare. So I sorted the three bags of waste out and took them to the refuse chute on the way out.

Got in the lift and was greeted with dried mud on the floor. I hadn’t noticed that yesterday.

I poddled to the Obergruppenfurhresses Cabin. Meeting Mary from the 6th floor en route and we had a little natter as we plodded along.

I popped into the hut to inform either Warden Julie and or Deana that I had put their Thursday nibbles (Sourdough bread and bottle of water) in the fridge for them yesterday, earlier than usual. But neither was present or available. There were some blokes from the heater makers getting ready to lie to anyone who attended and tell them how reliable and cheap to run they were. Tsk! Welsh William, Roy and two unknown to me tenants as well.

I departed and set off on my hobble into Sherwood, then Carrington to the surgery for my blood test and Harold Haemorrhoid examination.

Only a little walk for me today. The red line is where I caught the bus back into Sherwood. The blue lines indicate the walk from the flats to Sherwood, then to Carrington for the medicationalisationing. Hehehe!

Another gloomy day looked to be in the offing as I got part way down the Winchester Street Hill.

I appreciated how it seemed so quiet. When a dirty-great lorry passed, and the driver jammed his vehicles anchors on, and I didn’t hear him.

I’d forgot to put the Hearing Aids in again! Sad really!

A little further down the hill, I saw the gates that I think come out at the end of the secret pathway from opposite the apartments. I wish I could find out for sure somehow.

I have inquired of the other tenants who had lived there longer than me, but they didn’t know the path existed at all.

Got onto Mansfield Road and turned left up to the incline.

Had a nosey come window shopping at a few stores en route.

Up to the crest and over the hill. The plates of meat were stinging.

Where amazingly, I remembered to look for the flowers in a garden that I promised Orbb, a friend on the internet, I’d take a photo of them if they were out.

But they were not in bloom. Although, buds were forming on the bush already.

The ailments were all being kind to me.

Onwards and down to the surgery. Where I made an unfortunate discovery. Nurse Nicole will no longer be working anymore at this surgery! My mood changed to one of instant depression!

I booked myself in and sat down, got the crossword book out, but could not concentrate properly. The appointment time came and went. Then the nurse consulted the reception staff, who had to call me several times before I heard them. The new nurse was not in a happy mood at all, her running behind and me forgetting the hearing aids was terrible enough. When she heard I’d also forgotten the Anticoagulation Clinic form that I should fill in each week as well… I was given the “You old prat’ sneer and treatment and was told off several times. She reminded me not to forget things next week, in no uncertain terms. Oh, dearie me! I felt like I’d been given a threnody. Tsk!

I departed and joined the waiting area for Harold’s problems to be sorted. Then found out it was not this week. I did feel a right fool again!

Feeling elegiac, and dejectedly melancholy, I left the nibbles on the desk for the receptionists and departed.

I was feeling so low that it didn’t bother me; this car being parked on the pavement. I crossed the road and caught a bus back into Sherwood. Dolorous, and annoyed with my self.

Off the bus and morosely over the crossing and limped up over the hill and down to the Woodthorpe Grange Park gates.

Up the footpath. Hardly any dogs or people about today. I hobbled, still depressed with how things had gone, and to the top and turned right where the Tree Copse was.

The Copse cheered me a little, as I noticed some greenery coming through.

I pressed on and down the muddy gravel pathway, to the entrance to the flats.

I didn’t see a soul anywhere. No workers, no wardens, no residents.

Got in the apartment and took a wee-wee. Did the Health Checks, took the medicines and pain gelled the tender areas.

I cheered a bit more when I remembered I had the beef ready meal and some chips to have for the nosh later.

Got the computer going and updated this rubbish to here.

Then did the Morrison order for next Thursday, St David’s Day.

Health Checks and medical needs tended to.

Not the best of days for me.

But I did enjoy the Asda ready made Minced Beef Hotpot. Despite the meal being so unhealthy, according to the intake listing showing three in red! The annoying thing about it was they were on offer at 3 for £6.

Which means I have to eat all three before they go out of date!

But, the taste was delicious. I’ll have to eat more healthy noshes in between having these I suppose? Tsk!

I had a rinse and removed the plaster that the frightening surgery nurse had applied after taking the blood from the arm. I’ve never had such a bruise after a blood test before!

Still, no pain with it at all.

I washed the pots and got settled to watch some more ‘New Tricks’ DVD episodes. Stayed awake for both of them, then turned to the TV to watch ‘Law & Order’. First set of commercials and I was off into the land of nod!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 11th February 2018:

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Sunday 11th February 2018

Bengali: রবিবার 11 ই ফেব্রুয়ারি 2018

0155hrs: After an extended period of uhtceare, ending with feelings of disquietude and nervosity firmly established in my psyche, I recognised the winds were howling fiercely. A knocking or clanging noises were coming from somewhere. Looking out of the window, I could see that ‘Noisy Herbert’s’ front room light was on, and ungraciously assumed that the noise was emanating from his apartment. I realised this was an unfair assumption and chastised myself inwardly for concluding things without knowing for sure.  After all, I thought, the builders have been doing work on the cladding all week. It may well be something swaying in the wind that is the reason for the clattering and not Herbert at all. Sorry, Herbert.

The grey-cells seemed to have lost their quotidian tendency for poriomania and felt quite concentrated this morning. This soon ended, as soon as I tried to move physically; I knew I needed to check out the lower region, the fungal lesion when I felt that dreadfully disconcerting warm, wet sensation. By the time I had got myself out of the £300 second-hand recliner and into an upright position, I’d recognised various ailment were in bad moods. Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Reflux Valve Roger, all seemed to kick-off at the same time. Tsk! Off to the Porcelain Throne.

Oh dearie me; Rather a lot of bleeding had soaked the PPs front and back. And to make the discomfort worse, Trotsky Terence was back, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit after the movement was achieved. After so many days virtually free of so many of these ailments, I think I knew they had to return. I just wasn’t prepared for so many simultaneously. Humph! I had a stand-up wash and changed into a new pair of PPs. During which I managed to avoid any toe-stubbing or to topple over. So, all hope for the day was not lost. Hehehe!

Into the kitchen and got the Health Checks completed. Nothing to fret over in the results methinks.

Got the medication pots done up for next week.

The winds seemed to die down outside, and a spot or two of rain descended.

I realised I’d not taken the morning medications yet, and had half a mug of cold tea handy to imbibe them with.

Looked at the scribble-pad before starting to do any of the diaries. The third item on this list was unreadable I’m afraid.

I made a fresh brew of tea and onto the computer, to start doing this post and got as far as here.

Went on WordPress Reader. But it would not let me get into it again, just a blank screen. So I tried on Chrome (I was using Firefox). This allowed me to use the reader. I tried updating this post in Chrome. But it would not go through on saving. Back to Firefox.

Made another brew, and took this picture zoomed-in from the main room.

It didn’t come out well at all. Tsk!

Tried to make the comments on WordPress. Firefox permitted me this time. It all gets me confused, you know!

0258hrs: Went on to start and finish yesterdays blog.

0530hrs: Got it all done an posted off. Had a look at the local weather forecast for today and tomorrow. Heck! Not very good that!

Still, the computer is playing up now and then. The left foot big toe is stinging from the stubbings I gave it last night. (Fool!) Anne Gyna persists with her tight twinges. Duodenal Donald was so vicious; so I took an extra omeprazole capsule to counter it.

Did Facebooking, WoprdPressing and a bit of Facebooking.

Several hours on YouTube. I got carried away with watching so many clips and videos of traffic incidents and accidents. Then got into the conspiracy ones over the disappearance of poor little Madeleine McCann. I still feel something is wrong with the parent’s actions and am suspicious of their implications.

I read about the child killer Jon Venables. I do think it is disgusting that James Bulger. One site declared that this monster has had over £5m pounds spent on keeping him since was jailed in1993. I feel sick in the stomach.

Watching these programmes for hours on end did me no good at all.

I got the nosh done early. Lovely sausages, horrible potatoes, great tomatoes, apple slices and raw onions, terrible, bland bread and wonderful lemon curd yoghourt. The Australian BBQ sauce was excellent.

After consuming the vittles, I placed the tray on the other chair arm. Turned the TV on, and fell asleep for ten hours!

I suppose I must have needed it?

When I woke up, I thought it was time to get up. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner… and knocked the tray over, Tsk! Cleaned things up and realised what time it was.

I thought, well, there’s no way I can get to sleep again now after all that kipping. Washed the pots. Had a wee-wee. Got a mug of clementine juice and sat down.

Put the TV on, and I was off, into the land of nod again!

Woke up to this on the TV screen.

I’d missed most of the day. Mind you, being a Sunday it didn’t matter.

A 1949 film with Jack Warner in it was on, and I went off… to sleep yet again.

Should I be worried? Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 18th January 2018

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Thursday 18th January 2018

Amharic: ሐሙስ 18 ጃንዋሪ 2018

0150hrs: I gave up on getting any sleep, Again! The moaning noisy howling winds being the cause of this last night, they are still blasting away at the apartments now.

How the poor tenants with decent hearing are managing to cope with this awful scary wet weather, I don’t know. I bet I hear some tales at the Social Hour later. This along with the hassle of the radiator installation horrors and the mess cannot be doing us old fogies any good health or temperament-wise. I bet Jenny will have some words of wisdom for us at the Social. She can often use a couple of words that make such commonsense it stuns me, and makes me realise what a plonka really I am.

Now its started to rain with the gales. Tsk!

Off into the kitchen to put the kettle on and take the photo above. Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Oh, dear! Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy both bleeding somewhat profusely. At first, I was concerned at how long it took Little Inchy’s lesion to stop bleeding, but when I remembered the INR Warfarin level being so high, all concerns evanesced. I started to read the last chapter of the Lenigrad book. I wish every warmonger and their families would peruse this, horrifying true tale of human endeavour.

Cleaned up and back to the kitchen. I made a brew in the last remaining China mug I have left. (After breaking the best one last night, Humph!) Took the medications and did the Health Checks. The readings seemed okay to me.

To the computer with my tasty drink of Extra-strong English Breakfast tea and studied the scribbled reminder notes I’d recorded during last nights farcical Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops. And updated Wednesday’s diary.

This took me about two hours or so.

The winds not yielding at all. I’m getting fed-up of their noise after suffering them for over ten-hours now.

I closed the kitchen door. To keep the winds that are blowing in through the cracks in the wall, the air vents and the cracked window frame, from making the rest of the flat so cold. Still, we have all been instructed to keep that door closed as part of the fire regulation instructions. I kept it blocked open though, naughty me. I feared I would not be able to hear or smell anything burning on the stove from the other room with the door closed. That is my only claim in my defence, your Honour. Hehe! Shutting it did lessen the noise slightly, though.

Got the post finished and posted off. Started on this one up to here… and realised that the wind was no longer howling? Just blowing strongly.

I checked the WordPress comments and replied.

I nipped (Well, hobbled) into the kitchen to make another brew, and the room was like a walk-in ice-box! The winds I’d thought had decreased had not. It’s just that they were not getting through while the door was closed too. As I was making the tea, the winds whipping in from outside swung the kitchen door shut with an almighty bang!

0455hrs: Boy, am I going to be popular with the neighbours now!

Created the High Winds header for this post.

Then went on WordPress Reader. Next, I checked the Emails. None from the Prime Minister or Jeremy Corbyn, but Asda and Iceland sent me one. Hehe!

Went to make another brew, and the wind had definitely dropped now – but it was freezing in there. I turned up the radiator and put the oven on.

0635hrs: Back to the computer and perused the local news. Here are some of the headlines. Not very encouraging. Tsk!

I spent the next two-and-a-half hours getting graphics suitable to use in creating page-top headers. Worth the effort, but now I have to find time to get them done.

Took a photographicalisation from the main room window of the picturesque skyline.

Ablutions tended to, much less bleeding now.

Rubbish bags were taken to the chute, and off to the Winwood Tenants Social Hour Meeting.

Not so many made it today. I presume the poor things like most of us, got no sleep again with the howling winds.

Jenny was the Oberleutnantess for the meeting, very busy gal. The shed soon filled-up with more residents. It was another highly vocal session. Much laughter, singing and, as Jenny put in so well, much loud raucous noise. That the two new chap tenants were surprised at, I think. Hehe! I love to hear them laughing, shouting, insulting each other and singing. So full of life!

BJ was in much better health this week and chirpier. Helped me with the crosswords. Clever chap BJ is. I asked Jenny if she would keep my nibble-box there ready for next week and she kindly obliged. Then out to the bus stop and a chinwag with some smoker tenants out waiting for the bus.

The winds had dropped altogether by the time I arrived in Arnold and exited the bus into Sainsbury’s. Where I took a leisurely limp around, ending up buying: Apache Potatoes, Jersey milk, Marmite Cheese portions, Surimi sticks, Marmite Crisps, Melton pork pie, Anchor butter, flatbread and nibbles.

Out of the tore and had a hobble to the Asda store on Front Street, and got some potato chips and Curly Cheese nibbles.

I got the shakes at the check-out, which was a bit embarrassing. But I managed with the one steady hand. By now, I had two bags full of fodder to carry, but this helped keep the left-hand still. By the time I’d got to the bus stop, all was well again with the shakes.

Had a friendly natter with a chap while waiting. Who lives on the 6th floor, never met the bloke before, but he’s been living in Woodthorpe Court for six years he said. His brother lives on the 14th floor. I knew him, he was the man who was a sniper in Korea.

When we dropped off on Chestnut Walk, a crowd of other tenants go on the bus. and this time, I got a response or two, to my cheery “Hello, hello, are you all alright today!” Like from Roy: “What’s it got to do with you?”, and Lillie: “Gerrout of the way!” Hehehe!

Having gone two nights of sleeplessness, I felt well drained when I got back in the flat. I had some of the Apache potatoes, curly fries, potato chips, Marmite and Stilton cheese, pork pie, beetroot, tomatoes and sliced apple, followed by a lemon mousse.

Rate this plateful as a 9.1/10.

I felt beyond doing anything but try to get some sleep. To ensure this, I put the TV on, this usually does the trick, and it did. When the first set of commercials that came on, off I went. But not for long. Anne Gyna started giving me some uncomfortableness and the stabbing pains that woke me up. After this, it took me a long time to get off again, as the brain started its wanderings and diagnosing everything, questioning things, analysing, jumping from one topic to another.

Then the mobile phone rang on the Ottoman. As usual, by the time I’d gained enough nouse and found it, the ringing stopped. As I was fumbling to see who had called, the landline chirped up. I battled the £300 second-hand recliner and escaped its clutches and got to the landline in time. T’was Sister Jane. She did not sound very well, a nasty cold at least. I must send her an Email in the morning, as I was not entirely compos-mentis at the time. I did scribble down on the pad, ‘Pat, Cyril Road, Pam flat 80. Know each other.’

Back in the recliner, I managed to nod-off and woke up minutes later with a warm wet sensation from the lower regions. Off to the throne room, Little Inchy had and was, bleeding again. Luckily I had on the protection pants; this saved an awful lot of time cleaning up afterwards and avoided my having to throw away another pair of my knickers. Hahaha! Cleaned-up the room and me, packed the pants sealed them in a plastic bag, and used a separate disposal bag for them. Stopped the bleeding eventually. I will be so glad when I get the new cream from the clinic. This Daktacort is not so useful at all when the lesion bleeds heavily. Messy job.

Now there was no chance of any sleep. Laying there fretting, and feeling sorry for myself was no good. So I got up.

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 3rd January 2018: Computer problems – Got dates mixed-up – Noise – Mobile Problems… Tsk!

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Wednesday 3rd January 2018

0129hrs: I think yesterdays turmoil and computer hassle must have affected me more than I thought, cause I woke up in a right state. Surrounded with signs of nocturnal nibbling, an empty pop bottle in the middle of the room, the notepad wholly filled with unreadable scribble, the room light on, a waste bin on the chair next to the £300 second-hand recliner that I laid askew on, and feeling terribly confused.

However, by the time I had detached myself from the recliner, I realised that many of the ailments were to keep me company this day. Hippy Hilda, Duodenal Donald, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Dizzy Dennis, and Haemorrhoid Harold, all seemed to be having a go at the same time. Then, as I was absorbing this, Trotsky Terrence started, and a rush to the Porcelain Throne was required.

A messy session. Little Inchy was bleeding too. Cleaned things up and in the kitchen to take the medications and do the Health Checks.

I wasn’t surprised at the change in readings. My whole person and body is struggling to cope and seems disoriented, with chaotic thoughts rumble in the head, while the stomach rumbled inside.

So disappointed that I will not be able to visit Sister Jane for her Birthday, but I dare not risk going anywhere today in this state. Still, it’s something to look forward to later, even if belated. I can make the photo collage and sent it to her with a message. Oh dear, back to the Porcelain Throne…

Tsk, bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy now. Noticed as I returned to the computer, the howling winds outside had now been joined by the rain. I opened the window to take a photo and closed it post haste as the wind blew in.

I feel as if it should be the end of the day, weary and a feeling of self-loathing grew. None of the ailments is particularly bad, they seem to be sharing the responsibility of depressing me between them now – good teamwork! Hehehe!

I got yesterdays post finished off. Made another brew, and got on with making Jane’s graphic. Got them done and emailed it off to her.

Not feeling up to much yet. Went on Facebook. Not much in the comments, hangover attacks to blame methinks? Haha!

Went on WordPress Reader. Whoops, back to the Porcelain Throne. Not so messy this time.

Got a message telling me that my Norton supply needed paying and with new details. Got me in a right pickle trying to work through the downloading and setting up. Lost more hours of the day. I was on Google Chrome. Opened Firefox and the option to install Norton came up, but Firefox prevented this? Peed off again now! Computer playing up, nothing working right on the screen. Toolbars going up and down that should stay at the top. Must get some help from someone in the know, fear everything is going to go to pot!

Moved into Depression Mode! Restarted the computer again. Almost scared to touch anything now!

Got back to updating this post. Hoping the toolbars don’t start moving again.

WordPress not saving on Chrome now! Moved back to Firefox, then tried out CorelDraw to see whatever it is has affected it.

Had to open an auto-saved file and save it in the name of the old one and kept the earlier work?

Tried out some functions on it. Seems okay.

The hassle of yesterday and today, I blame for my feeling too tired and irritable. I’m going to sit down and hope to get some sleep.

Back in a bit.

0825hrs: Herbert is drilling and knocking away again upstairs. I heard him this time without the hearing aids in.

Had a look out through the window, then opened it and took a shot of below.

3Wed001

Off to do the ablutions, then it should be late enough for me to phone Sister Jane.

Got the ablution tended to. Noises very similar to the ones made by the workmen installing the heaters, drilling and banging etc. was coming from somewhere nearby? Then, the radio gave out Amber Warnings for winds 60 > 100 mph. Oh, dear! Far less bleeding this time from Little Inchy.

Tried ringing Sister Jane four times, each time I got ‘unavailable’. Tsk!

Got things ready and off, down in the lift and out into the wind.

I called at the Obergruppenfureress Warden’s Hut. Not many about, Deana who had to go out on her duties, Tenant John fast asleep and me. Tenant Glenda (I think) came in as I was going out to the bus stop. Where I found five residents and was soon joined by five others.

Little chinwags started, and Welsh Bill’s tales were about the problems he’s had with his installed heaters. First, they were too cold for the programmed heat. His electricity bill doubled. He complained to Nottingham City Homes, the Building company and the Manufacturers of the heaters. Eventually, they replaced his heaters last week with new ones. This was programmed at 21°. Yesterday he used it for the first time and woke up with it at 31°. Not bad, considering the instructions tell him the highest it can get up to is 29°s? He is off to complain again to the head office.

I told Mary I’d take the DVD sets for on tomorrow and checked she’d be in.

One the bus, I rang Jane’s hubby Pete, and he answered. Seems that Jane’s mobile is playing up. I can’t get to see them tomorrow for Jane’s birthday, so I asked if they would be in on Friday and if so, could I have permission to visit them in the gales and rain. They kindly granted me a verbal-visa to do so. Hehehe!

3Wed01Dropped off in the drizzly windy City and made my way into Victoria Centre and went into Boots and up to opticians. I planned to ask them if they had any spectacles with large lenses and to make an appointment to get some. I perused those on display, but could not find any substantial enough. So, I joined the queue at the service desk.

My mind mused over while I patiently stood there with no movement in the line of hopeful spectacle wearers. By the time I’d worked out how to solve Brexit, sang the National Anthem all the way through and finished a crossword puzzle, I realised I was not going to get seen at the Boots Opticians today. So I left and went to the Next shop, where my luck was a little better.

Apart from the look of amazement at seeing an old man in the store wanting to buy Gift Voucher, she did serve me with one, and off I poddled to the Tesco Store.

3Wed02I only got two pork knuckles and went to the young lady on the checkout, who didn’t speak much, as she undercharged me by 10p.

As I exited the mall, the rain had ceased, and I think the wind had dropped a bit too. But most of the populace looked rather glum as they went about their duties.

Even some Taximen were having an argument with each other.

3Wed04I crossed the road and up into Trinity Square, where I took a photographicalisation of some expensive Bibelots in a jewellery shop window.

I intend to use on the TFZer site at a much later date.

Down Kings Walk over the road and down King Street into the City Centre. Where the money grabbing holiday season stall were packing up.

3Wed11Some fascinating Nottingham Street Art was spotted near the Market Place.

I popped into the bookshop as there was some time before the L9 bus was due.

Nothing of interest was found.

So I had a hobble around the slab Square.

3Wed12No smiling face, laughter or enjoyment burst forth from any of the well-wrapped-up Nottinghamian’s I passed by.

I made my back up Queen Street, where a couple of regular Christian’s were singing forth with “The Lord, is in my soul”. The bloke had got a guitar today, and the woman a tambourine.

One lady and myself waiting for the bus, which arrived on time, with the driver who always looks depressed yet talks nicely to us.

3Wed14As the vehicle passed Sneinton, I took a picture of the Nottingham City Homes flats that had been modernised last year.

 I mentioned them some time ago, you might remember. These flats are the ones that were taken off of Night Storage heating and had some magical new ones that you just turn off and on when you want to! Not like ours being done now, which are still using night storage!

Their ones that turned out 30% cheaper to run as opposed my ones that are costing twice as much to run for many of our tenants who have already been converted! Humph! Hehe!

I got sidetracked there, sorry.

Got back to the flat, entered and was greeted with the noise of whoever it is flat having their radiators installed. I’ve no problem with this activity. Well, not the sound, it has to be done. Just the stories I’ve heard about some of the radiators costing twice as much to run, some not working, some working wrongly… Oh, shut up Gerry!

3Wed15I put the meat in the fridge, the card for Jane on the bookcase.

I’m giving one of the pork knuckles to Jane and Pete (If I can get to see them that is on Friday) and one for the Obergrupperfureresses.

Took the midday medications and did the Health Checks.

Went for a wee-wee.

3Wed17Then added the reminders to the Google and written calendars. Bit of an embarrassment found. I’d just told Jane and Pete I’d be up to see them Friday, and now doing the calendar transfer I find that the Willmott-Brown people are calling to shut off the heaters on that day!

Globdangerations! I’ll try to find out tomorrow if I need to be here or can go out. Tsk!

3Wed16

Updated this twaddle then. Still having problems with the computer.

Did the night Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the curried beans in the pan to have with a pork knuckle.

The noise, as is to be expected, horrendous from the fitting of the radiators. When they get around to doing mine, I’ll hibernate in the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens hut I think.

Had a look if owt worth watching is on the box, and there is.

3Wed22Then got the fooder served up. A reet treat. A whole mini-pork-knuckle and curried baked beans, Scottish Plain Bread Not so good cause I took it out of the freezer, plain yoghourt with Golden Syrup and a large mug of Clementine Juice.

Very fair. 7.9/10 rating.

Settled in time to fall asleep watching Law & Order.

 

Inchcock Today – Wednesday 25th October 2017:

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No-bother for me!

Wednesday 25th October 2017

Hungarian: 2017. Október 25., zerda

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

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

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

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

I updated the Excel record page.

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

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

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

I made sure the readings and dates were all correct.

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

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

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress Reading.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got the oven on to heat it up.

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

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

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

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

Made a brew and updated this diary.

O. I did feel a right fool!

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

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

But, no chance.

Inchcock Today – Monday 2nd October 2017

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Monday 2nd October 2017

0210hrs: Woke, once again knowing I had been dreaming away, but no memories remained of them. Stomach rumbling and gurgling, a message, a warning of the battle between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Conrad of what is to come perhaps? A rectally located storm brewing!

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner, had a short Dizzy Dennis moment, into the kitchen, HC’s, brewed a mug of tea and took a photograph of the moon on the skyline.

Computer turned on, and this diary started. Porcelain Throne session demands answered. I think Trotsky Terence might be winning the battle today – messy! Back to the kitchen, medications taken along with a Senna capsule.

0300hrs: The by now gone cold, the mug of tea, was replaced with a fresh one, and I went on Excel and finalised last weeks Health Check for the nurse, tomorrow.

Back to yesterday’s post and updated then posted it off.

Checked the Emails, responded, WordPress reading and continued to pass the wind with the skills of an expert. Haha!

Got this in an Email from the Nottingham City Homes people?

Boy, how I’d love to take part – but, the old body will not let me consider it. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Haemorrhoid Harold, Hippy Hilda, Heel-Spurs Sandra, Hernia Harry, Craig Cramps, Hiatal Hernia Horis, Trotsky Terence, Reflux Roger, Bunion Boris, Overweight Oscar, High BP, Henrietta, Osteoarthritis Oscar, Tendonitis Tim. The Ticker and the Toothache, between them, would not like it if I did try to dance! Hehehe! Not complaining like, because Colin’s Calcium Pyrophosphate Dihydrate Crystal Deposition problem (Right knee only) has eased the last few weeks nicely. Hahaha!

Sister Jane supplied me with a photograph of her toe before her operation, that is due shortly.

It’s all that chasing after hubby Pete to clean up after him, you know! Hehe!

Hope it all goes well for her. I’d cross me fingers for her, but she’s already crossed her toes! Hehehe!

Went onto Facebooking then did the Emails and WordPress reading.

After another uncomfortable session on the porcelain throne, I tended to the ablutionalisational duties. I think the IRN level may be low, cause the multitude of tiny razor cuts did not bleed much, and congealed quickly.

Got the things ready and took the waste bags to the chute on the way out. Both lifts were working this morning, and I got the Number One, the Alien Blob host from a fortnight ago.

It was still there on the floor, and the lift was shaking more than ever too. Hence a bad picture of the Alien life-form. Hehe! My deduction being;

  1. The caretaker is related to the Aliens and does not want to harm their lifeform.
  2. The caretaker has not noticed the invasion and planting of the blob containing their species.
  3.  The caretaker has died, and no one has noticed?

Down and along to the bus stop on Chestnut Walk. A queue waiting for the bus, and much nattering and moaning took place.

Welsh Bill told me that the big thing in the centre of the buildings was used to press the pantagruelian hollow tubes into the ground, and the ready-made concrete lorries that arrive each weekday regularly, has the mix poured down these tubes.

As the bus neared the terminus, I took these shots through the window of a street beggar on Upper Parliament Street.

I think they get around the law by sitting with their dogs and begging bowls in the doorways of empty properties, because begging is barred, in the City Centre according to the Council. Anyway, this bloke got some cash and a twinkling-smile from this blonde Jaguar? Haha!

Down and through the Slab Square, and I caught a tram to the Asda (Walmart) store in Radford Road.

As we passed the Forest, the Goose Fair was being got ready for Thursday’s opening and the overcharging to start again this year.

I dropped off of the tram behind the Asda (Walmart) store.

Not many folks about at all as the tram pulled away.

I limped down the long steep steps into the shop.

Spend a long time wandering around, and ended up with one packet of sage & onion stuffing, four tins of curried beans (on offer). Three tins of Mackerel in BBQ sauce (7p a tin cheaper than Morrisons). Lemon Mousse, seafood sticks, Polish Frankfurters (Very nice!). Bread thins and some fresh smoked Basa fish. I’ve not seen this fish before and looked it up later “The basa fish (Pangasius bocourti) is a species of catfish in the family Pangasiidae. Basa is native to the Mekong and Chao Phraya basins in Indochina.” I hope it is nice, I bought it ’cause it looked like smoked Haddock, but was half the price?

The hassle began at the check-out. Not many tills working and it was busy, so I tried to use the ‘Self-Serve’ ones. Each time I scanned a tin off Mackerel and placed it in the bag on the right, a voice that I could not decypher rang out, with a message on the screen “We did not recognise the last item, please remove from bagging area and rescan the product.” This happened twice on the mackerel, and the stuffing. I asked a lady for help, and she tutted rather blatantly and whipped through pressing buttons on the machine and wandered off – I had to ask her three times and the gal was getting very annoyed with me. On the last occasion she actually spoke to me, well, more shouted at me, “You are putting the things in yer bag to quickly!” Made me look and feel a right fool!

When I finally got finished and paid, I checked the receipt and found it had overcharged me for a packet of stuffing and a tin of mackerel. Oh, dear! Bravely I approached the Obergruppenfureress assistant and mentioned this to her. The blunt reply I got was; “I can’t-do anything about that, you’ve to go to the customer service desk!” Gave me a superior sneer, curled her lips and off she poddled.

Then I joined the queue at the Customer Service desk. One gal all on her own and four in the line. Eventually, it got to my turn, and I explained everything to the lady. She checked the things in the bag against the receipt. Handed me a form to sign saying the refund was carried out to my satisfaction and gave me 85p. It was all a bit confusing for me. The trip to spend the £12 odd had taken me two hours plus in the shop. And the bag was heavy to carry. Hehe!

Out onto Radford Road and awaited the arrival of the tram.

The thing was cram packed with people, but I managed to get a seat.

Dropped off and walked down to the City Centre for a wander around, to kill time until the next L9 bus departure was due.

This Nottingham PAvement Cyclist (There were dozens of them mind) weaved speedily through the at-risk pedestrians. Git! He wasn’t even looking where he was going!

This gal sat eating was a change to look at, for many reasons.

Her green wig (Or is it died?) She was eating a packed lunch.

And, she was not on a mobile phone – How refreshing!

I caught the bus back to the apartments. Had a go at the crosswords en route.

Took this photo through the bus window of Clumber Street, not so busy today.

A lady tenant got on, and when we arrived and hobbled along to the flats had a chinwag.

Once inside, the Porcelain Throne was utilised. Messy again.

I felt totally drained suddenly.

Got the fodder sorted early. Baked beans with balsamic vinegar added, some of the Polish sausages and mashed potatoes with dried savoy cabbage salt and black pepper, and a lemon dessert.

After washing the pots and cleaning up, I was exhausted and could only settle in the recliner and spent hours and hours nodding off and waking up again!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 1st October 2017: Early Accifauxpa

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Sunday 1st October 2017

0500hrs: The need for the Porcelain Throne utilisation forced my unwilling brain and body to raise themselves from the £300 second-hand recliner to make my way to the wet-room. Sounds easy to do, doesn’t it? Remember who we are talking about here! Hehe!

A good blooming start to the day! Hehe!

As I alighted the chair, Hippy Hilda and Arthur Itis in the knee both gave way at the same time. The pain was unexpectedly vicious, and as I went forwards, putting out my hands to attenuate the landing of my overweight flobby-body-mass, and this did soften the fall considerably – unfortunately, I caught just my nose on the corner of the Ottoman on the way down.

Not much of the kitchen towels left by the time I sorted things out, nosebleed, Haemorrhoid Harold and cleaned myself up! Hehe!

I may have muttered something like, “Oh dearie me!” afterwards. No time to muse over this too long, as the Porcelain Throne session was urgent. And another messy effort again. Trotsky Terence ensured that it was a splattering, spitting, spraying operation that needed the cleaning up of the porcelain and medicating of me. I know keep a stock of the Imodium capsules in the drawer next to the WC, and took one immediately, in the hope that things will calm down. Stopped the nosebleed, well, it stopped on its own actually within ten minutes or so. It started again later of course. Humph!

All tarted up and clean again, back to the kitchen.

It was raining and dark outside, and I took some photographicalisations of the morning scene.

Foolishly I opened the window to take one shot, and got soaked as the frame turned and all the rainwater poured in and over me and the floor I stood on!

I cleaned up the kitchen and myself once again!

Reopening the window with just enough room for me to get the camera out of it, I recorded the car parking situation below.

One tenant with the red or orange car on the left had conveniently blocked in the silver car who had parked of the concrete and on the grass verge. Hehehe!

Moments later, the rain stopped falling. Mmm?

Did the Health Checks, took the other morning medications and rubbed some Phorpain on the knees and Hippy Hilda. Did a good job of this, used a lot of the gel and rubbed and rubbed it into the hip and all around. Doing this, I realised that Haemorrhoid Harold had started bleeding again, so I cleaned up the rear department and applied the Corticosteroid cream. This reminded me that I am on the list awaiting a Haemorrhoidectomy, and have been for a long time now. I must mention this to the nurse on Tuesday. Also, might mention Hippy Hilda, but no chance of any help there yet. There are much more suffering others also waiting who cannot walk at all, so no complaints from me on that score. I read on the label of the cream; “Making simple dietary changes and not straining on the toilet are often recommended…” Huh, with Trotsky Terence and Diahorea Duncan always battling among themselves for supremacy all this year, fat chance of that!

I’d been up and about for around an hour and a half now, and had spent most of that time in the flipping wet-room cleaning up or medicationalising something or other!

Searched failingly to find my reading glasses? Had to use the old pair. The mystery to me is where I put them?

I got on with updating yesterdays diary and posted it off. Three wee-wees during this time?

To the kitchen again to make another mug of tea.

I spotted that the bananas I bought yesterday from the Cooperative store in Sherwood, were going black at the stalk ends. Oh, dear?

I’d left the window ajar and could hear a dog barking, and opened the window to see if it was the white dog that takes its owneress for a walk every Sunday morning, and it was.

The rain had started again.

Started off this chronicle and updated the photo album.

The nose started bleeding again. Took a while for it to stop this time, but it did. Also, I now have a new pain in the neck. Caused, I assume by the tumble earlier. It might have at least have hit the incisors and knocked the loose tooth out for me! Haha!

Went onto Email checking and responding to WordPress reading.

Then onto Facebooking.

The kind gentleman upstairs has started knocking and banging again! I could swear!

Sister Jane rang me and had a natter.

I found this photo on the Nottingham Post site. Queen Street, where I catch the L9 bus from town. Man climbs up scaffolding – Antisocial incident?

Did some graphics.

This one is for Lynton and his better-half. A good, wise bloke is he. Don’t let him know I said this, though. Hehe!

Health Checks done, medications taken and my mind turned to the fodder.

Nosh sorted out, and a mess made doing it, that you would not believe it possible to make just doing seasoned baked beans, potatoes and bacon bits cut up into tiny pieces!

I’d been stirring the bean in the saucepan all the time the bacon was cooking in the oven. Got the potatoes out of the crock-pot and mashed them up and added some herbs, got it in the serving dish. Went to add the bacon to the beans… and realised I’d been stirring the beans with balsamic vinegar but had not turned on the heat to the hob! Set it on high and continued to spoon… By the time it was warm enough, the potatoes had gone cold! Popped the dish in the still warm oven, and washed the things while it rewarmed… Managed to cut me down a fingernail on the steak knife, dropped the washing-up liquid bottle that burst open as it hit the floor… Cleaned that up, by which time the oven had cooled, and the meal was not looking too bright, fresh or appealing. Then had to go to the Porcelain Throne, use it, clean it and myself, medicate things and eventually got around to the meal again. Tsk!

Still, I ate it all the same, added some BBQ sauce to it – which was the hottest part of the whole meal. The word Failure comes to mind!

Washed the pots up, passed some more wind then got the gogglebox on and soon the nodding-off then waking routine set in.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 30th September 2017: Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop!

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Saturday 30th September 2017

Bad night for dreams. Did not wake up until around 0530hrs. Then, I glanced around the room and the same feeling that overcame me last night returned. Well, many feelings but all with the same pattern of guilt at the state of the place. Contrition, disgrace, pangs of conscience and self-reproach being the worst of them.

I recalled the promise to myself last night that I made: “I’ll get the cleaning up done first thing in the morning, use the hoover later so as not to bother the neighbours with the noise.” The idea of leaving it all and doing something else, anything at all – fleetingly came to mind, but the guilt was too strong.

The ailments seemed kind as I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. A rock-hard start, followed up with a messy slush of sorts?

Then into the kitchen to make a mug of tea. Did the Health Checks and took the medications, well, I was about to: I had to rush back to the Throne, and it was not a good session, it was a long hard battle for a few minutes again, and then Trotsky Terence had a bash at me! Splashing, spraying,  More cleaning up to do before I could start on the housework – or should that be apartment-work or flat-work? Haha!

Back in the kitchen again, I found I had left the hot tap running and now, had no hot water! Briefly, I allowed naughty thoughts to come into the brain, like, “Should I bother doing the cleaning, no hot water will make it difficult to clean-up…” But, my conscience would not permit me the luxury of being slothful again! I decided to start on the front room.

The view outside was beautiful as I went out onto the balcony.

The lights were about to go out, cause I think they do so around 0600hrs this time of year.

Took a look at the windows to see if I might get away without cleaning them on the outside. The mess inside was more noticeable with the lights on inside and dark out! What an idiot I am! They were in a terrible state, and it was evident that they needed doing urgently.

Tsk!

I took two photographicalisations down from the balcony, to the left and the other, straight down. To say that I did them in a rush, they came out alright, I thought. And, it was not cold at all out there, and the few spots of rain earlier had stopped altogether.

I tried to energise myself and apply a gritty ‘Sticktoitiveness’ into my psychological state. To dedicate me to get the cleaning up done, whatever happens! So I did. Although as you will read, the stickability idea came unstuck, thanks to Trotsky Terence, old age, Anne Gyna and bleeding a lot rather when I had my shave. Humph! Hehe!

The photographs following, are of the area before of the left, and after on the right, of each zone tackled so heroically by Inchcock, I thank you. (Hehe!)

I decided to work anti-clockwise around the room and to end up doing the hoovering because it would be well past 0800hrs and some by then. Started with the corner display with the photos on it. I seemed to cope with the bending to dust and polish, even the screw on ends, without too much hassle. Did the frames and spent a few minutes when I saw Dad’s and Suzie’s pictures. Replaced the other stuff. Felt quite good at this stage, mind you, of course, I’d only just started the job.

 Then onto the DVD shelves and the fire surrounds. This took me three hours to get done, and other Porcelain Throne visits in between.

I made up a bag of stuff to take to the Nottingham Hospice Shop later. Lots of DVD’s and the new fancy landline phone I didn’t get on with at all. I tried to sort out the DVD’s, thinking the 20 or so I was giving to the Hospice Shop would make more room, there seemed to be less by the time I’d done the polishing and started tp out the whole lot back on the shelves? I replaced Maries’ kindly donated to me from Australia, Koala Katie in pride of place on top of the DVDs and had a chat with her. Well, I love Koala Katie!
Dusted and polished the fire surrounds, truncheons, plaque, clock, dusted Margaret Thatcher, she still ‘Squeaks’ when squashed you know, even all these years later!

Tackled the bookshelves and moved the hearing aids and accoutrements into their own tray. Then started on the 1963 second-hand G-Plan that holds the landline and computer and printer stuff on top and all sorts of rubbish inside. A Major Calamity Grade Whoopsiedangleplop here! I’m afraid. The wooden door runners spilt open when I tried to close them after polishing them. The right-hand ones do not open anymore, Sob! I’ve left the left ones ajar so you can see how they should open. I had to use WD40, brute force and a prayer to get the broken door to close. My heart in the cleaning up task faded at this point!

Heck of a job getting the computer and TV screens cleaned without leaving any streaks. The alarm panel was involved too, I was scared of setting it off. After doing the best I could, I stopped for a break and mug of tea.The dreaded one next!

The dreaded one, the paperwork! But I took my time and got things sorted in the end. I remembered to keep the audio record book and card out on the writing desk and the INR card too, cause I’ll need them this week. (Smug Mode Adopted here, Hehe)

The office looked a lot better than it has done for some time, the two folder holders are beginning to burst at the seams, though. Might have to invest in another one soon.

The one area I thought I would not have any hassle with was the chairs. I was wrong! The cover on the recliner just did not want the hoover to remove all the little crumbs from my nocturnal nibbling session. Then I sprayed the wrong polish on the leather chair with the broken leg and cracked at the back. I used the window spray in mistake for the leather spray. What a Pallava it was getting it sorted!

Finally (photo taken at 1825hrs) actual time approx 1200hrs), the hoovering was done, a wee-wee and fatigued in the extreme now.

I wanted to get the Nottingham Hospice things delivered with the other stuff.

I pondered a while on if I would be okay walking around the block. Thought I would be, apart from Trotsky Terence and Anne Gyna giving hassle, all seemed well.

I boiled some saucepans of water and the kettle to get a stand-up wash and shave. .. then I thought, would the shower heater work now the boiler is cold? I was in luck, it was hot water coming from the shower head. Hippy! So, I carefully did the teggies, and shave, into the shower for a scrub-up and got the togs on, and bag ready to take to the Hospice Shop.

I got as far as over the road and onto the gravel hill path up to the park and realised I had not got the hearing aids in or the Lumix with me. So I legged it back to the foyer, and two girl tenants were just getting out of a taxi, so I waited for them holding the door open and helped one with her bag into the lift. To the flat, picked up the aids and camera and off again.

The feet were not too bad, but Anne Gyna was giving me bother.

Up the gravel hill again. Hehe!

Through the park to the gates and had a look at the Food Stalls on offer. Nothing of interest to me, there were seven food stalls, eleven personages available for serving clients, and two potential customers.

Very sad for the retailers.

Into Sherwood and dropped off the things at the Hospice Shop.

Sherwood seemed awfully quiet for a Saturday?

I walked down to the Co-op and got some soft bread and bananas.

By-passed the cake and hot food shops and made my now, very slow limp up Winchester Street Hill, back the complex.

On the way up, I spotted this slug. It seemed to be trying to drink water in a little crevice on the cracked pavement. Or not?

I was getting more wearier as I plodded on.

I got in and onto the Porcelain Throne, yet again. Splashes, splatters, WC and myself to clean up again. Getting fed-up again.

Did the checks and medications and took an anti-diarrhoea capsule. Then spotted the morning drugs that I was about to take much earlier when I got the Trots… still in their pot untaken! Tsk!

The recycling bags were posted through the door, they seem to come every two weeks nowadays. All five of them.

Then got on with finishing off yesterdays diary. Better late than never. Emails and WordPress reading. Then started this journal off. Many hours later. Even more, sacred hours passed my usual head-down time, I got it finished as the evening darkness grew darker.

Thought about the meal and what to have and got the urge to have some baked beans, seasoned with Balsamic vinegar, cheesy potatoes and BBQ smoked mackerel sounded nice. Realised I had only one tin of beans left, I added some to my Morrison order for Wednesday, or whenever it is for.

Then got the nosh cooking, well, no cooking at all really. I had instant mash with the last of the cheese mixed in, BBQ mackerel and baked beans with balsamic vinegar.

The light and free yoghourt had gone off badly – Pwher, nearly I passed out when I whipped off the lid! Eurgh! Haha!
Hope the others in the fridge are still okay.

I think I was too tired to get to sleep tonight. The nodding offs did not start until very late on. And, one dream, well, bits of one of them I could recall and made this graphic in the morning to show what it was about. I was at the British Railways house in Brookfield Place, as I was living there in my early years. I was on my own and searching for a ten-bob note in the outside loo, and the pigeons would not let me get out again? That’s all I recall.