Inchcock Today – Friday 10th November 2017: A pernickety day. Humph!

Oh, sorry, there are three interloper friends and me in it!

Friday 10th November 2017

Hmong: Hnub Friday 10 Kaum Ib Hlis 2017

0055hrs: Stirred into imitation life. Pandiculated and got complaints from Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna for my efforts.

Pondered on what bits I could recall of the dream I had been having. I was lost in a three-storied pantagruelian abandoned factory… running up decaying stairways, falling through holes without harming myself, searching seemingly without knowing what I was trying to find? And I wore pyjamas and my old fishing wellingtons from 1970!

Slowly, the rumbling innards got through to my brain, as I was disentangling my flabby body-mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, I noticed many signs of Nocturnal Nibblings! Two empty mini-cheese packets, biscuit crumbs and two chocolate peanuts which had welded themselves between the folds in my horrendously wobbly belly. Tsk! And off to the Porcelain Throne session. Messy enough for me to take another ADRC capsule afterwards with the morning medications. Cleaned up, and into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medicines. Seems like a lot of variations this week. Ups and downs, like.

Made a mug of tea and got the computer on.

Got the Thursday post finished and posted off.

Then started on this one, getting up to hear, when I could hear noises – I put in the hearing aids and walked about trying to identify the noise that sounds a bit like something being dropped or falling. Surely, no one would use the refuse chute at 0249hrs in the morning? It seemed to be coming from different sides of the building at the same time, repeatedly for five minutes or so, then stopped? I hoped that the scaffolding had not collapsed somewhere. The sounds seemed to be coming from internally. Still, they have finished now.

Caught up on Facebooking next.

The computer slowed to a crawl again. Turned everything off and rebooted.

Made and sent a TFZer photo-graphic off.

Then I went on to the WordPress reader. A lot of excellent thought provoking stuff today.

Onto CorelDraw. Made some graphics tops for the upcoming diaries. Spent hours on the other TFZer ones.

Got the ablutions done and all dressed up warmly. Made sure I had the Audio Clinic Book with me, umbrella, collapsible walking stick, camera, mobile phone, bus pass, bank card, crossword book, the right glasses on my head, the hearing aids in the lug-holes and empty jars for the recycling bin and set out to the bus stop. Dropped the jats in the brown bin. It looked to me like the workmen were taking down the scaffolding?

Down to the hut and dropped off some nibbles for the Obergefreiteress Wardens, and on to the bus stop. A lady (Annette I think) there, and she was giving everyone who arrived a Christmas Card, bless her. The Bestwood Bus came and went, and only Annette and I got on the City bound one.

Getting onto the bus Dizzy Dennis came on instantly, no usual few seconds warning this time.  The disequilibrium and giddiness only lasted a couple of minutes, but this left me feeling a little perturbed. Especially as strangers already on the bus, and the driver asked if I was alright and told me I went pale and white suddenly.

Annette gave some cards out to people who got onto the bus later!

Off the bus and through the Slab Square to the audio building. Only to find the yhad no Audiologists on site today?

Well, that annoyed me, after all the hassle of getting there. I gave the lady a sweet smile and said: “Ah-well, not to worry, I’ll call again later” Why I said this, I have no idea.

I went to Fletcher Gate and into the Pound World shop to see if I could find any of the screw-top storage tubs or chocolate nougat. I found neither, but came out a considerable amount of money spent!

They had some Tetley’s Extra Strong tea bags at 80 for £2, so I bought the last two boxed on the shelf. Some nibbles and sweets for raffle prizes. Treated me with two packets of misshaped chocolate brazils and chocolate almonds.

Out of the store, with much less money in my pocket, (Hehe!) and back through the Slab Square.

The Nottinghamians did not seem to have cheered up at all from yesterdays visit. A quietude of sorts seemed to hang in the air?

Across the square and up to the bus stop, the feet, well toes, really hurting now. Then this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually clipped my shoulder as he went by me and up Parliament Street. I got the camera out to record this one, the naughty boy! I could have taken dozens of photographs of the cyclists on the pavements today, there were that many of them.

Caught the bus and had a go at the crosswords en route. I only got three answers all the trip, Tsk!

A painful limp to the apartment entrance an found that much of the fencing had been removed.

But some new scaffolding had been erected creating a little maze for us to get through to gain entry.

The balconies seemed untouched as I photographed upwards.

They warned us that it is going to get very noisy and dusty when they start on them.

I was surprised to realise I did not require a wee-wee or the use of the Porcelain Throne when I got inside?

Health Checks and medications were taken. Planned the nosh. I had forgotten to turn on the potatoes in the Crock-Pot when I left, so got two cheesy potatoes in breadcrumbs with cheese ready made cakes and a few potato letters (Both long-term residents from the depths of the freezer) and got them in the oven. Added later, the cod balls in the batter. Put the baked beans in the saucepan. Sliced up two gone-rather-soft tomatoes, opened the tin of Smoked mackerel in BBQ sauce onto the plate.

While I kept an eye on things as it cooked, I got the purchases put away. Made a brew with the new Tetley Extra Strong tea bags. Not bad at all. Not as good as the Yorkshire, Twinings Strong English Breakfast or Thompsons, but still good.

Perused the TV magazine and found a lot of good stuff on for me to watch. London’s Burning, Pie in the Sky, Hetty Wainthrope Investigates, The A-Team, Heartbeat then the England v Germany match! A perfick viewing session. (I thought!)

I phoned Sister Jane, she rang back. She was in the cafeteria with her mates. She’s going to ring me in the morning.

Getting the food of the oven, and guess what? Accifauxpa! Humph!

A dab of antiseptic cream applied, well, two actually. Hehe!

The food was superb! Even the old stuff from the bottom of the freezer was tasty!

However, the lemon yoghourt had gone-off and had to be ditched.

A call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A much better session. I think Diahorrea Donald is weakening.

Washed and changed into the night attire early, to watch all my favourite programmes in a marathon gogglebox sitting.

I got through London’s Burning with no nod-offs at all. Then, halfway through Pie in the Sky… I did nod off.

Waking up four hours later, the other things and the football I wanted to watch, all done and finished! Grumph!

Cunningly, I turned to the ITV +1 channel, but only caught the last minute of the game. 0-0.

Went and did the washing-up. The toes on the left foot were still very painful for some reason. Had I been doing too much hobbling?


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

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

Thursday 26th October 2017

Esperanto: Ĵaŭdo 26 Oktobro 2017

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

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

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

Did some graphic tops for future use.

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

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

No rain or wind, and it was warm really.

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

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

I updated an old TFZer graphic on CorelDraw.

Emails, Facebooking and WordPress Reading followed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the bus stop and a few others joined me.

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

Caught the bus up to Woodborough Road.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wondered what it was?

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

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

I got the fodder away and prepped the meal.

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

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

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

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

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

Did the washing-up and turned the TV on.

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

Inchcock Today – Thursday 3rd August 2017: Wet, Social Hour Day – Ended up with a challenging mental moment! Hehe!


The morning chat with the electrical box? Hehe!

Thursday 3rd August 2017

Haitian Creole: Jedi 3yèm Mwa Out 2017

0425hrs: I woke in a right pickle comprehension-wise. I’m sure the head and brain were shaking as I battled to stop the torrent of thoughts, all of a destructive to sanity nature. Slowly they steadied down to an Allegretto pace, and a few could be identified, not that this helped much because second by second they evaporated altogether, and an eerie inner calmness came. I sat pondering on what had happened and decided it would be best to try and forget about it, for fear of losing it entirely in trying to understand what and why this had happened.

0500hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne. Much internal bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold this morning, a lot of cleaning up and medicating needed and done.

Took a photo of the skyline, came out a bit blurred despite Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis both being absent at this time?

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

The weight had gone down a bit, a tiny bit, but this was cheery news for me, and I upgraded my emotionalisation classification to a Defcon 3 status. Hehehe!

Started to do this diary and it dawned on me that it might be an idea to get the vegetables ready for cooking later, for when I tackle making the Beef in Black bean sauce meal.

Got the carrots, fresh peas and rutabaga chopped up and in the saucepan. Sliced the peppers for adding later. Of course, a visit from Craig Cramps came on as I did this, and a few peas are still AWOL, hiding away somewhere in the kitchen, perhaps never to be seen again?

Off I went to make another brew, and the sky looked a bit threatening but beautiful at the same time.

Back on the diary work.

Not for long though, off to the Porcelain Throne again.

Got yesterdays diary finalised and posted.

Email checks.

WordPress reading was done.

A quick blast on Facebook.

Time to get ready for the Tenants Social Hour visitation. I hope they are happier than last week if not, I might consider stopping attending it.

Did the ablutionisationing, dressed and set off to the Temporary Winwood Social Shed for the chinwagging session.

The wind and rain greeted my as hobbles all alone to the Tenants Social Hour at the end of Chesnut Walk.

No one in sight, not even any signs of workmen or their vehicles? This made me wonder if I’d got things wrong again. Like the day? Hehe!

Arrived at the cabin and only a few folk were in attendance (10) at this time. Others soon joined, but the final total of about 20, out of the currently available 548 residents was a bit small. Perhaps just as well, though. There were only about six free chairs left?

Had a few good nattering sessions, all the same. Handed in the raffle prizes and gave out the nibbles. Said my farewells and went to the bus stop.

The cars had been parked handily for the disabled, hard of seeing residents, to get by them, without going onto the slippery wet grass or the roadway. Tsk! Only two at the bus stop when I arrived. But in a couple of minutes, another nine joined us as the bus arrived. I had the chinwag with the lovely Margaret en route down the hill, where I dropped off and got the brolly out, and wobbled down to the Polish Food Shop.

Where much money was spent on unwanted fodder. Humph!

Including a small loaf of sliced Latvian Sweet & Sourdough bread. Never come across this before, just hope I like it?

It feels terribly weighty to me: so I won’t have to eat much of it at a time.

Poddled down the hill to the Co-op store. Got some onion bhajis, a lot dearer and smaller than those from Morrisons were? Fresh pod peas (Well, it’s something lose while podding them innit? Hehe!). Red onions, and some potatoes. The tattooed chap serving me asked if I wanted a receipt? Odd that I thought and told I would please, especially as I remembered to take my Co-op card with me. There was a voucher given me with the payment slip. For £1 off my next purchase of £5 or over. Little monkey was trying it on to get the voucher for himself, methinks!

Up the hill, proudly ignoring the fresh cream cakes on display in the Bird’s shop window, and insouciantly strolling up to the first Charity shop to have a look around, as there was plenty of time before the bus was due. I bought a small tea cup from them. Hopefully, it will pay for itself if I use it when on the computer or attempting to watch TV and falling asleep leaving the old bigger full cup to get cold, I can allow a small cup of tea go cold instead? I think. Haha!

Called into the next charity shop, then the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, but did not purchase anything in these stores.

Then in the Dentists to check on the date for my next appointment. But they were so busy and irritable I decided not to bother them and withdrew to the bus stop outside.

Tenant Roy was there, and we had a laugh or two before the bus arrived and whisked us up the hill to the flats.

Roy took one of my bags to carry on the top of his four-wheeled trolly for me, and I got the brolly over us both in return?

The rain started getting a bit heavier, and the wind grew more violent, as they usually do around our flats.

As I got to the 12th floor and alighted, Roy who was on his way to the 13th level, had to remind me to take the bag he had on his trolley, with me! Tsk!

I got into the apartment, and the Porcelain Throne was facilitated.

Put the things away and made a brew in the new small cup as I got the computer going and updated this diary again.

Went on Facebook to catch up on what I didn’t have time for earlier.

Then got the meal cooking away. Set the timer thingamajig.

WordPress reading again.


Mail arrived, it had been redirected, from the Clinic. Nothing concrete. Apparently, after high or low Red inducing blood tests, they have to wait for three blood tests and balance them before they can make a new date for the op. These are not the exact words used, but I can’t find the letter now it comes to writing this diary. Tsk! Anyway, I’ll have to wait to see what the new date will be. Hey-ho!

Nosh sorted. A bit of a job getting it all sorted, but it tasted lovely. Onion Bhaji’s, black bean sauce (from a jar), diced swede, diced carrots, red peppers, red onions, tomatoes, one little sole lonely potato (Haha!), fresh garden peas and shredded beetroot (from a jar). Followed with an apple and lemon-curd yoghourt.

The Latvian style sourdough bread was delicious.

As darkness descended I pondered, now the rain had stopped, to clean the pots and having a go at the tar marks on the outside of the kitchen window!

Opening it the wind rushed in and blew the kitchen towels and cleaning rags, plastic mixer jugs off of the pole I hang them on. It even blew some of the tea bags off the top of their pots, the brush and pan toppled over… what a picklement!

Closed the window and forgot the idea of scraping the annoying and ever increasing tiny black spots off of the glass and tidied up the kitchen instead.

A wee-wee and attention being given to Haemorrhoid Harold.

Guiltily, after settling to watch the Women’s Football, I did nibble a bit. But think far less than usual?

Fell asleep and woke an hour or so after the match had ended, had to find the result. When I found that England had lost 3-0, I didn’t mind missing the match at all.

The mind went all higgledy-piggledy on me then. Concentrating on one avenue of thought was impossible for me. The talons of my mind reached out and I pondered on, say, immigration. Then clawed another topic into the action box of the brain for my reflection, Terrorism. Next a few thoughts on why my mobile phone company (EE) are a load of crap. The structure and future of the universe were dissected next, and I worked out the end was nigh.  Did the moon landing really take place? Who shot Kennedy? Why has the Doctor taken me off of the morphine, just when I need it? Why am I so unconfident with people I meet? Why did Mother do a bunk? Why did I have to lose Suzanne? What are those damned marks on the kitchen window? Will I meet Albert Einstein when I croak out; Too late then to learn from him, I miss my pipe so much, I must get some more of the Sweet & Sourdough bread, Will they ever get the INR blood level right? What day is it? Why am I half-hanging out of £300 second-hand recliner?

Truthfully, I’m not sure if I dreamed these thoughts or thought them in reality. I’m convinced there were many more trains of deliberations I ruminated upon.

I was mentally wearied, and when unexpectedly, anthropinisation came over me, I managed to get to sleep, at last.

TTFN, all.

Inchcock Today Monday 31st July 2017 – Lousy night – better morning.

Monday 31st July 2017

Cebuano: Lunes 31st Hulyo 2017

What a horrible nights so called sleep. I actually think I got in four hours of sleep. But over a period of 12 hours! Dreams were rampant, short and frequent leaving me with memories of only the last one, and that one was of long-gone physical pleasure. And I assumed this was what had started ‘things’ bleeding, which I noticed as soon as I woke properly around 0625hrs. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, where Inchy was cleaned up and medicated after a disturbingly loose Porcelain Throne Session.

I got back and tried to get back to sleep again, feeling strangely tired still. There was no chance of that as the brain started to fret, worry and analyse things, logicality and understanding absquatulated from my mind.

Within ten minutes of settling, another demand for a Porcelain Throne session forced me out of the recliner and back to the wet room. The complete opposite this time, rock hard? Wee-wee demands were frequent and numerous throughout the morning.

Gave up trying to catch up on any sleep again, and went into the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

Took the top and this picture of the parked cars. The top one was the first time I’ve ever managed to take a vista shot on my camera, I tried several times, only this one worked.

Got the computer on and checked the calendar. Finished off the Sunday diary and started this one off. The wee-weeing continued for ages?

Checked the Emails and did some WordPress reading. Wee-wee.

Went to make a brew and:

Dang me, more tar spots on the window! Nice looking morning, though.

Had a bash at cleaning them off. Trapped my fingers in the flipping gap against the frame again. Failed to get any spots off, but I think I scared them a bit cause they are a lot lighter in colour now?

0900hrs: Tended to the medicationalisationing of Little Inchy, Haemorrhoid Harold and the blood blister marks on the knuckles.

Readied things just in time to catch the bus.

Hope to go into Arnold, visit the Arnot Hill Park and feed the ducks, then walk into Arnold proper and call at a few shops in the hope of obtaining some cheap nail polish remover and a Razor scraper. So I can tackle the kitchen window tar spots again later.

A new work van on site as I poddled along Chestnut Walk.

I crossed the road onto where the car parking is now, and further down I found a bit of Nottingham Street Art at the side of a van.

It happened to be a Nottingham City Homes trailer, not that I assumed the empty consumed alcoholic bottles were left there by any of their dedicated workforces, of course.

At the bus stop, the bench was filled up with tenants, female tenants. And good chin wag and laugh ensued while we waited for the bus. ‘All Aboard’, and in Sherwood, everyone, bar me got off. I was abandoned!


The bus took a little longer to get to Daybrook, due to the long ‘Diversion’ for road works.

Dropped off and hobbled towards the park and pond.

At the mini-island where I took the right road to Arnot Hill, the security fencing had been taken out and mangled by some vehicle or other and been thrown over the wooden fencing to the McDonald 24-hour Eat-in or Take-away place.

As I went into the park further down, Anne Gyna gave me a few nasty pangs and a funny turn. I decided just to take some photographs, and then return to the apartment. Didn’t feel up to walking into Arnold and shopping, poor old thing!

Took these in order as presented in the park.

I left through the top gate and gingerly hobbled to the bus stop, just as the sky began to threatened rain or a storm.

But neither arrived.

Got on the bus and sat next to a tenant on the 15th floor of my block. The lady in the white coat in the photo below, bless her. We had a good natter away during the journey. In Sherwood, we picked up some more residents and were soon back at the flats.

Again, I was the slowest of us all in hobbling back along Chestnut Walk to the apartments from the bus stop.


The lady hung back and walked with me to and up the lift. Very kind of her! Said our Cheery byes and back to the flat, I call home.

Took the afternoon medications with extra painkillers, did the health checks, had a wee-wee, cleaned and medicated Little Inchy and made a brew. Then on the computer, checked the Emails and then on CorelDraw to work on some graphicalisationing preparations.

Eventually got the TFZer graphic finished. I used one of the photographs taken at the Park as a background. Hope they like it.

Got the fodder prepared and digested while watching some Boon DVD episodes.

Had extra cheese on top of the vegetarian Cottage pie, potatoes garden peas and an apple added. Followed by a plain yoghourt with some gorgeous Maple Syrup stirred into it.

To the Porcelain Throne and washed the dining pots.

Then, boy did it rain!

Now Little Inchy was bleeding once again, but no as bad as recently.

Got the last of the day Health checks sorted and took the medications.

Fell sleep, woke up and watched some Law & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep, woke up and watched some LAw & Order on the gogglebox, fell asleep…


Inchcock Today – Sunday 30th July 2017

Sunday 30th July 2017

Tajik: Якшанбе 30-юми июли соли 2017

Having not got off to sleep until well after midnight, I did not wake up until 0630hrs today. Still feeling tired and a wet warm sensation coming from Little Inchies lesion area. Tsk! Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room for Porcelain Throne duties and checking out Inchies bleeding damage and mess. Luckily I’d got the disposable knickers on (Haha!). So a change into new ones after cleaning things up and wash and brush up, and into the kitchen.

7Sun02aThe view through the window had that bluish tone again, but it soon brightened up.

The Tree Copse and the lower field, looked so beautiful, once again.

The darned black spots on the window seemed to have grown in number?

And, the view outside below included some dogs who were taking their owners for a walk who had stopped at the bottom of the Lower Field for a chinwag.


The lady in the sleeveless jacket reminded me of Theresa May? The dogs were giving their barking voices a good work-out, and the active hyperactivity tails of all four were working overtime! (Tails of the dogs, that is. Hehe!) I get pleasure out of watching them, with a tinge of lugubriousness at my knowing I cannot do the same thing. (Poor sad old might, I am! Hehe!)

Did the Health Checks and took the medications, creamed and lotioned particular areas in need, and put the kettle on the boil.

At this stage, the ailments were mostly in a good mood with me, I must say. Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Reflux Roger, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis even Duodenal Donald. Craig Cramps, Harry Hernia and Haemorrhoid Harold were the only ones annoyed with me.

I shelled some garden peas and got them in a saucepan of water for later, and got some small seasoned potatoes in the Crock-Pot on the low setting.

Daktacort2I started to complete the Saturday Diary and had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Little Inchy had to be cleaned of blood, and Daktacort creamed again. Tsk!

Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding far less now.

I gave Sister Jane a call, and had a little natter-away! Mostly me talking, well, moaning, she listening, bless her.

7Sun04aBack to the computer, and heard some noises similar to gurgling sounds? Went to the kitchen, where I thought they were emanating from and had a look around and out of the window. Checked the Crock-pot, sink, cooker and fridge. The noises did not return and the mini-tar-like marks on the window that had increased in number since yesterday started to annoy me again! So I set-to giving them a good soak and scrub with the scouring pad for ten minutes or so.

Much to amazement, a few of the larger ones came off, not many, but some. The rest just would not give up their grip at all!

7Sun4bThe window control box, cleverly positioned on the right with about ¾” of space to get your fingers into to pull out the blunt lever so you can close or open the window to turn it around for cleaning; Trapping my knuckles against the frame as I struggled to turn in into position.

I had to turn it with the power of the fingers only to avoid catching the blood blisters on my knuckles after that.

Lie01But, I did not swear, curse, accuse Nottingham City Homes of being Silly Billy’s in locating the switch where they did or use any bad language at all. Oh, no. Hehe!

Times getting on now, the match will soon be on the TV, Germany v Denmark Women’s semi-final! I’m going to carry on working on the computer, and put the TV on with the headphones used, to listen to and watch the game. Any odds on my forgetting I’ve got the headphones on and get up to go to the Porcelain Throne and drag the TV off of its stand?

7Sun4dMade a flask of tea went to put this the medications with it near to the computer.

3 minute 25 seconds later. Germany had gone one-nil up in the match!

Got the headphones on the head and tried to ignore all the noise from things being thrown down the rubbish chute.

7Sun4cAll settled now.

Finding it hard to use the computer at the same time as trying to listen/watch the football match.

Checked the Emails first. While watching the footy game with the headphones on.

Not concentrating properly on the Emails and it took me an hour to get them done! Hehehe!

*** Denmark have just gone in front against Germany 2-1 Now!***

Did some WordPress reading, hoping I didn’t make any errors with this game getting so exciting.

On to Facebooking, a lot to catch up on here.

*** Denmark Win against Germany 2-1! ***

Back to Facebooking.

7Sun06bGot the dinner ready.

Very nice too!

Dizzy Dennis and Anne Gyna both went on the attack at this point and things got a little wrought in the feeling poorly stakes, very quickly.

My concentration went AWOL and depression dawned.

7Sun06aIn between watching but not fully absorbing the England v France football Match, many wee-wees had to be tended to, very many!

The evening view was nice.

Then Shaking Shaun joined in the ailments.

Porcelain Throne visits began regularly too.

Felt the match win for England was very lucky.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks, and extra Ramipril capsule.

Took hours to get to sleep, and when I did I must have kipped for four hours, but over a much longer time.

Oh, dearie me. Hehe!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 29th July 2017 – Graphic preperationing for over eight hours in total today

Saturday 29th July 2017

Frisian: Zaterdag 29 Juli 2017

0400hrs: Sprang awake in desperate need of the Porcelain Throne, tummy rumbling. Dizzy Dennis pestering me again. Little Inchy sore but no more bleeding after the session in the night.

Stuck my head out of the kitchen window while making a mug of tea.

Noticed the tenant’s vehicles were all parked nicely and with no naughties having to park on the yellow lines.

Being a Saturday, I assume no workmen will be on site this morning?

Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Weight still 14.88, Tsk!

I noticed the little black splatter marks on the window and decided to have another bash at getting them off.

They were on the outside of the window. Turned it around and used the usual vinegar spray on them and the rest of the window-pane. No luck whatsoever didn’t touch them! Got the scrubber on them and tried again. Nothing moved! I even thought they must be on the inside then – so turned it back and it wasn’t, so turned it around again and got the Fairy Extra Strong spray and scrubbed in into the marks, again, utter failure!

6Sat07But, after my disastrous attempts at freeing the stuff from the window, the view was still breathtakingly beautiful. I, however, knowing that the marks are there, see them instead of the scenery. Grogglecocks!

This was frustrating and baffling me now. I tried some toilet cleaner and bleach on the spots – again, an entirely incompetent result!

A thicker new scouring pad and wire brush both proved negative in my efforts to get these damned spots off of the glass!

What they were I have no idea, would super glue splashes appear twelve floors up for no reason? Is it birds poo residue? Whatever they are, I had to give up. Peed-off about my nequient attempts! Grumph!

0445hrs: Back to the Porcelain Throne again. Messy session. Bleeding again, Huh!

Frustrated, I got the computer going and started to finalise the Friday diary. This took a good while due to Shaking Shaun taking over from Dizzy Dennis who had, (I’m glad to say) parted company with me.

Started this one going to this point.

0930hrs: Spent hours and hours arranging the next INR log in Excel, and the Virgin Internet connection went done and lost the lot. Had to start again! Tsk! Got it up to date and the n went on CorelDraw to get some graphics done ready to use later on the TFZer graphics. Also, some graphics to use as headers for the diary pages.

Got carried away with this a bit, and it was 1430hrs when I had to finish, due to laziness and tiredness.

Had a wee-wee, then checked the Emails, in the hope of finding one from the Clinic amongst the others. None there. Responded to the others. Then did some WordPress reading. Did a Food order online.

The day is going so quickly, 1625hrs now.

Got the food ready, with the intention of settling and watching the Women’s European Championship Quarter Final match, Netherlands v Sweden, and then switching channels to enjoy the Denmark v Germany games with the prospect of the France v England match to come on Sunday.

The match was a fantastic demonstration of Women’s Football at its best. I think that the Netherlands deserved to win, yet if chances were taken by the Swedish, it could have been a different result, Great match.

I turned over channels to be greatly disappointed that the torrential rains have cancelled the Germany v Denmark game.

I did enjoy listening to the commentators, who at this time did not know if the match would go ahead or not, as they had the teams out Twice, to warm up in the floods! The look on the faces of them as they did their best to think of something to say. said it all. Hehe!

The high-tech method of using queegy sponge mops to move the rain from one area to another was fascinating to watch. Hehe!

The rematch is for 1100hrs tomorrow to be followed by the England France game!

No chance of getting any kip until gone midnight. Why I do not know, but the mind seemed over-active, pondering over all sorts of things past and present?


Inchcock Today – Friday 28th July 2017: Heck of a long day for old duffer!


Friday 28th July 2017

Javanese: Ana 28 Juli 2017

0108hrs: Woke and forced me out of the £300 second-hand recliner.

Picturesque view from the kitchen window.

I got the washing things together and down to laundry room. Got the machine going and back up to the Porcelain Throne.

Stings, itches, blood and pains emanating from Little Inchy, most uncomfortable.

Cleaned things up and washed some pots I missed doing last night.

Down to move the gear from the washer to dryer.

Eerie in the dark. Hehe!

Up and got the Health Checks done. This looks okay to me.

I still don’t like the new non-slip tray colouring, the plastic it is made from or the hard work it takes to wash it.,

I could sense that Little Inchy would need further attention soon. Humph!

Made a brew and took the medications.

A wee-wee and Porcelain Throne session followed. Messy!

The remote control was being used to access the CCTV screen of the Foyer so I could keep an eye out for any gangs of yobboes trying to get into the building to create more havoc and vandalisation.

Apart from two tenants coming home in what looked like a happily intoxicated state and struggling to get through the door while laughing and swaying about, there were no signs of any intruders.

0250hrs: Down to check on and collect the washing.

Many of these signs had been stuck-up by the building contractors? Why would they think that anyone would want to steal ceiling materials? Thinking about it, that was a silly question. Bearing in mind the things that have been clandestinely taken, recently. Hehe!

I’d taken the camera with me again and took this photo. I thought I could use it as an ‘Identify This’ competition on the TFZ?

The camera was facing upwards, and I had a Dizzy Dennis spell while taking this one. (All clues)

0325hrs: Down to collect the laundry and titivate the room and machines up a bit. A good idea I thought at first, but this proved to be an Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop exciting activity. Huh!

First, my kippah had shrunken even more. Sorting the clothes into the bag, I dropped a sock that fell between the machines into the dark undergrowth of rust, dust and fluff right at the back as far away from me as it was possible to land! I got the brush to use at first, to retrieve the sock but stopped myself when I saw what must have been months worth of accrued dirty the fluff.

Not wanting to ruin the sock (I wish I had now!), down on the knees and a struggle to retrieve the sock – knocking my head against the bottom of the machine.

The next struggle was to get me back upright again. Painful job, but I did it. Although, I felt a little insensate afterwards mind.

Next task, to get the fluff and bits of rust flakes out from underneath the machines and into the rubbish bin.

The Nottingham City Council had kindly supplied us with a Pound Shop brush and vintage circa 1965 rusty dustpan, so we could clean the Laundry Room and save the Caretakers time so they can use their mobile phones more often and avoid them being required to do any cleaning whatsoever, in the laundry room.

Thinking of it, I’ve not seen the caretaker for weeks now? Perhaps the poor man has had to have an operation to remove his mobile phone from his earhole? Hehe! (Hope he doesn’t read this, he’s not known for his sociability or keen, intelligent, indulging  sense of humour at all).

Finished the floor eventually and then got around to cleaning the machines and then the sink. Where evidence of someone’s crafty fag smoking was found in the dirty sink. Ash!

Cleaned it away as I scrubbed the sink. Had I not removed this evidence, I am sure that some tenants would have made a fuss and complained to the Obergruppenfureresses, demanding the removal of the culprit’s Good Tenant Status and their left hand! Haha!

Good job I keep a bottle of cleaning fluid, paper towels and freshener in the laundry bag at all times. Well, it wouldn’t feel right to have to disturb our friendly conscientious caretaker, just for him to some caretaking, now and then, would it?

0440hrs by the time I got things sorted and back up to the flat.

Had a wee-wee, made a brew and onto the computer to update these diaries.

I checked the Emails first. ‘Blimus’, there were dozens to answer and sort. But none from the Clinic yet.

Did some WordPress reading, next.

Then onto Facebook.

All caught up now (0730hrs).

On to making a start at finishing off a graphicationalisation on CorelDraw for the TFZer site on Facebook. Took far too long to do this one did. But and however, I was determined to get it something like right, in the hopes that the humour in it comes through.


Tired now, I’ve been up nine hours, and want to get a hobble in. So I’ll close down and get the ablutionalisationalistic duties performed. A bit of a hassle sorting Little Inchy, but I got there in the end.

Down in the lobby, more posters had been put up on the Nottingham City Homes Notice Board. One informing us of their adoption of a sterile corridor policy and what we must do and not do to conform. Their intention to remove any mobility scooters, pictures doormats bicycles, etc. and charge for this removal and disposal of the same, and the punishments. (Loss of Good Tenant Status and £100 a year allowance, and reporting to Nottingham City Council Board Members for further action if necessary.) Bravely I thought, the next poster was of the Board Members with photographs!

5Fri12d (2)

5Fri12eA little light drizzle and high winds as I departed the flats and had a walk around to the back of them.

Getting through the fencing was a bit awkward as I had to go into the bushes to get through to the back field.

I bet this is popular with the local dog walkers. Hehe!

5Fri12fAs I took this photograph, the rain came down with a bit more gusto.

I got out the umbrella before struggling up the wet grass to the top of the hill and Woodthorpe Grange Park’s children’s play area and footpath.

By the time I’d got there, the rain had stopped.

5Fri12gMy heart went out to one little Buttercup (I think) flower in the thicket at the top.

Bashed about by thousands of human feet, the wind, rain and dog pee, here was this tiny bloom struggling for life. Heck of a job trying to get a decent photograph of it as the winds tossed it about.

Nature at its simplest yet most endearing to me.

5Fri12jThrough the trees and near the top of the access to the gravel path down that goes alongside the Copse down to the flat, I took this unintended picture of my foot. Tsk!

I turned into the path to take a photograph of the Copse, and another zoomed in of the ‘Rich Peoples Paradise Homes on the hill in the distance.


5Fri12kThe Tree Copse has never looked better. The rain had given it a distinctive glow of sorts to the greenery.

A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came close to hitting me as he glided down the hill, with his oversized handle bars, headphones on, and in a world of his own, bless him.

I made my way back to the footpath and down 5Fri12Lto Mansfield Road, turned left over the hill and down into Sherwood.

Dizzy Dennis visited me on the way down to the Co-op store. Where I purchased a packet of fresh garden peas.

Out and back up the hill, I called in all four of the Charity Shops, seeking a tankard shaped mug, without any success of course.

Dizzy Dennis paid me another visit, and this decided me not to walk back to the flats but catch a bus up Winchester Street Hill.

5Fri12mDropped off at the Chestnut Walk bus stop and hobbled to the apartments.

Took this photograph through the gate of the centre works. The old Winwood Community shed, and the garages were all demolished now, never to be seen again. (Other than in the memory). To make way for the 40 new flats with a rooftop lounge and new Attention Centre to be built.

5Fri12nPod peas in the fridge, wee-wee, and got the dinner on the cook.

Battered fish balls and finger (Sound odd that, don’t it? Hehe!) Tomatoes, mushrooms, beetroot, apple and cheese & mushroom portions.

I forgot about the potatoes in the crock-pot! But had a nibble of some later. Naughty!

5Fri12oWent to do the washing up, and the rain was belting down something awful. Good job I didn’t go out later than I did.

Nibbled the rest of the small potatoes!

I noticed on the window that there were many little splashes of something black. They looked like bits of sprayed tar? I had a go at removing them, but no luck at all!

I intend to have another bash at them in the morning. Too tired-out now.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner! Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, to visit the Porcelain Throne. Medicated the things in need.

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner

Realised I had not taken the medications or done the Health Checks! Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, took the tablets and medicines and applied the lotions and potions. Then did the Health Checks.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner once again. Felt that horrible wet warm sensation from Little Inchies zone.

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, so glad I had the Protection Pants on for once, cause this saved a lot of hassle in cleaning up. Medicated things and took an extra pain killer, cause things were tender, to say the least.

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, with no confidence that I would be remaining there for long. Got the TV on and watched nearly a full episode of Law & Order before nodding-off.

Woke with a start, convinced some noise had woken me. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner to investigate. Looked around but could see nothing untoward.

Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, getting fed-up to the teeth with myself now! Up and down up and down. Humph!

Nodded-off. Woke in need of a wee-wee. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner, now convinced that this undesired up and downing must stop soon, surely? Took a jug with me back to the £300 second-hand recliner. (Too late I know, but this is me all over – too late! Grumph, I hate myself!)

Settled back in the £300 second-hand recliner. Will I ever regain any eunoia? Tsk!

Nodded-off and had a dream that I’d woken up and gone to the Porcelain Throne and fell into the bowl and as I clung to the toilet seat to stop myself from sinking, it came off and around my head. I used the protection pants as a float? That’s all I can reclaim of the dream. Oh, no I tell a fib, it was in the old bathroom before I had the shower room done? I think I could use a dream interpreters services? Haha!

After laying there to ages, with the mind wandering, musing and trying to make sense of everything without the use of logic, I convinced myself that the end was nigh and I was ready, I drifted off into the blissful land of nod, at last.

Sanity had abandoned me. Haha!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 27th July 2017: Tenants Social Hour today

Thursday 27th July 2017

Catalan: Dijous 27 de Juliol de 2017

0400hrs: Woke in need of the Porcelain Throne. Scribbled down notes of some dreams that I could remember, and shot off to the Throne in time, just. A messy session with Little Inchy in a state that needed sorting. Haemorrhoid Harold stinging, but no bleeding from that area.

Washed up and back to the £300 second-hand recliner. By then I’d forgotten all about any dreams until I saw the scribbled note on the pad.But, they meant little to me

But, they were so poorly written, that they meant little to me. Just odd words with no mental connection.

Back to the wet room for a wee-wee.

Kettle on and did the Health Checks: S159 – D78 – P90 – T33.8f – W14.81. The temperature in the kitchen was only 61f?

A colourful burst of reds seemed to glow from the sky and down onto the scene below.

Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit as I was taking the medications.

Onto WordPress and started this page going, then finished off yesterday’s diary.

Checked the Emails.

Amongst them this one from the Surgery about the INR blood level results.

Shot up to 5.8, well too high, with the new dosages for the week, and I sent off a request for a test on the day they said, the 2nd August.

Onto Facebook to catch-up again. Did some WordPress reading.

Got the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag for the Winwood Tenants Social Hour.

To the wet room for medicationalisationing, antisepticalisationing, shaving, teeth cleaning and a safe showering.

All medicated and cleaned up, I set off to the new Community Shed.

Much activities from the workmen, and moans from some tenants on the way there, of their parking difficulties and altercations.

I walked over the road and on the verge to avoid the traffic. But it was not easy, with all the parked cars on the grass-verge.

Looking down the hill through the trees and bushes I spotted a squirrel.

But, by the time I’d got the camera out it was long gone.

Further along the road, more parked cars made progress more difficult to manoeuvre along my chosen route.

Yikes, I nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop or Accifauxpa as I saw a beautiful wood pigeon down the hill near the pathway that had been developed for use by the local ankle-snappers and trainee vandals.

I tried to get a picture of it, but off it flew at just the wrong moment. Tsk!

I seem to be failing in my photographicalistic attempts this morning.

As I went into the New Temporary Winwood Social Hut, I was hit by the silence. The “I’m too upset to even talk. I need some time to cool down and gather myself” – silence! together. Many faces had that look that said; “Well I was right” or ” So what!” showing. I wish I knew what I’d just missed. Hehe! By the time I’d put the raffle prizes on the trolley and got some raffle tickets to hand out, the murmurings between the residents had started again, so I gave the nibbles and raffle tickets out.

BJ was very late arriving but got a round of applause when he did get here.

Generally a muted session I’d say.

They had put an artists impression of what the flats will look like when they are finished. Great-idea I thought, cause with it taking up to 36 months to complete, many of us ‘Oldies’ will not see the end result. Haha!

Said the farewells and out onto Chestnut Walk. In need of checking out the lower regions, as a warm wet feeling was growing. Tsk!

Took these photographs of some of the works on the Walk.

A new poster was on the board near the elevators this morning. Seems that many others were not enamoured to the way the letter about moving the door-mats was written. Nottingham City Homes Obergruppenfurheress Angela Gould signed the original demand and threateningly worded letter, too!

No mention of her name on the apology? And those items of personal property outside the doors in the communal areas have been there since the flats were built in 1964, at every door!

I wonder how much the pretentious snot-bag gets paid? Phwert!

Yes, she made a few enemies with that superior sounding letter!

Chinwag in the lift on the way up with some tenants.

As the other residents dropped off on their floor, I thought how dark it looked.

The same on the twelfth one too. Also in the communal area where we used to have door mats before being threatened to move them. This seemed to be in half power lighting too.

Someone might like to mention this to Furheress Gould… but not me, I don’t want to lose my Good Tenant status or be thrown out of the flat… and I’m a coward as well. Hahaha!

Into the wet room and sorted out the bleeding and re-medicated things.

Got the tinned tomatoes seasoned and marinating for later. Made a brew and started to update this diary.

Went onto CorelDraw 2017 to created the graphic below, to show how the flats looked before the work started and how they think it will appear after the upgrading work is all done and finished.

Stopped, to take the midday medications and do the Health Checks, between wee-wees. Sys 159 – Dia 72, Pulse 91, Temp’ 35.8 looks fair to me.

Email from the surgery arrived.

Your next INR appointment will be 2.8.2017 at 10.30. Kind Regards

Emailed them back thanking them.

Another one from the Clinic, booking me in for an appointment 2.8.2017 at 10.30!!! What a pickle! Sent Email back explaining about the INR appointment, asking for an earlier one if possible please, or an earlier on a different day. Awaiting reply, and feeling disappointed with my rotten luck again.

Updated Facebook.

Checked the Email in case the Clinic had contacted me. Nope, not yet.

Got the bacon bits in the oven.

Finished the TFZer graphic I started yesterday.

Hopefully, it will get some funny, witty comments.

Had a look at the bacon, not ready yet.

Ah, it is now!

Got it served up, and guiltily enjoyed.

Did the Health Checks afterwards.

D. 164 – S. 78 – P 94 – Temp 35.9 W- 14.8 Worried about the weight increases so much, mind. Took the evening medications and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some of the Boon episodes on the DVD. Got through these without any nodding off! Changed to the TV and that was the trigger – the advertisements! In and out of kip for ages.

Had to get up to sort out the Little Inchy leakage, out on some protection pants (How I hate wearing these nappies for adults!) to be on the safe side

Sleep did not come again at all.

I was up around 0100hrs and decided to get the laundry room duties tended to.


Inchcock Today – Wednesday 26th July 2017

Wednesday 26th July 2017

Bengali: বুধবার ২6 জুলাই ২017

0430hrs: As soon as I moved, the lower regions front and rear (the dreaded warm wet sensation presented itself), and off to the wet room to investigate.

Terribly painful and frustrating medicationalisationalistic sessions took place, and my spirits dipped a bit. However not-a-lot, as that magician fella used to say. Cause Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchies lesions were both stopped from bleeding, and Arthur Itis returned to take my attention as he had a go at the right knee again. Well, he had a go at both of them but was more intense with the right one. Huh!

I remembered the appointment with the nurse for the INR blood test and the Enoxaparin injection at 0930hrs.

Took a look down and out of the window. The tenants had parked as best they could, poor things.

Got ready for the Health Checks, and to take the medications and thought I heard noises coming in through the open window.

Had a look down and saw these two characters near one of the contractor’s cabins.

It was about 0530hrs.

I assumed they were waiting for someone to arrive with the keys.

They had the steel toe capped boots on. Perhaps they were starting work on site early?

Carried out the Health Checks and took the medications.

Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot and podded some peas and put them in sugared water.

Started to update yesterdays Diary.

It took me ages, and I had to stop to get the ablutions done to be on time to get to the surgery punctually.

I cleverly stubbed my toe on the Ottoman en route to the wet room. Tsk!

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down and out of the building.

A bit dangerous I thought, all us old folk have to walk along the only road available, and that having parked cars, and plant machinery everywhere? But it could not be helped.

Already hobbling before I got to the end of Chestnut Walk; with the hassle from the right knee thanks to Arthur Itis. Tsk!

As I turned right, the flora coming through the fences was attracting some insects. Being as I was in plenty of time, I stopped to try and take a decent photograph of one.

I had many failed efforts. I managed to get this decent one in the end.

Down onto Mansfield Road. The rain started then.

I ambled on up the hill, noticing another shop had closed down on the right, near the Computer store and close to where mate BJ lives.

Up over the crest of the hill, and down into Carrington.

The rain lightened a little into a sort of drizzle that soaks you through. Hehe! It did too!

The bag got soaked inside and the crossword book with it. Huh!

Passing a garden on my left, and I saw this bush with some unusual looking blooms on it.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen flowers such beautiful blooms like this before. Especially now the rain is coming again.

Onward to the surgery, got in and logged me on so to speak. Took a seat and my rear-end squelched as I did so. The socks were soaked, and the crossword book was wet!

No kind Nurse Nichol today. Obergefreiteress Nurse Ann tended to me. She was almost sweet to me to start with. Very worrying. Haha!

Commanded me to take a seat and said she would be back in a moment and disappeared to talk to some one outside. These new hearing aids are useful, I’d never have heard her with the old ones in.

I sneaked in this potographicalisation of where I sat with the medical thingamajigs all ready to use. No idea why I took it, though?

The Obergefreiteress Ann, soon returned to her usual militaristic ways when she returned, and I felt more at ease then. I’m getting to like her, yer know. Scared to death of her… but still.

Told her of Little Inchies problems returning with a new lesion. She said nothing but got onto her computer, I could hear her each button as she bashed them. She told me I’d get an appointment in the mail shortly with the GUM Clinic. She would make an appointment for me about the knee as well, and let me know. Efficient that!

I thanked her and gave her some nibbles and departed, out into the rain again. As I took this photograph to use in the ‘Under-the-Brolly’ pictures on my Facebook albums, the lady driver got out of the car and demanded to know why I was shooting her vehicle!

I did not get involved and told her the truth, that I was taking a photo of Carrington in the rain. I think a little guilt may have been there, with her parking on the pavement? Two other cars were as well, I noticed afterwards.

I proceeded to get soaking wet again as I hobbled into Carrington and to the Lidl store. Where I got fresh orange juice, seasoning, lemon yoghourts, apples and crisps.

Paid at the self-serve counter, under the watchful eye of an assistant, and out into the rain once more.

I noticed on the pub next doors outside table there was some stuff on the top of it? The mind pondered. Hehe!

The bus arrived, and I was soon off back into Sherwood, in the heavier than ever rain.

Over the crossing and up to the bus stop and under the shelter.

Where I was joined by several fellow tenants.

The L9 bus was on time, and this drew several comments from the other residents. Some sarcastic, some happy. Haha!

As we all alighted, Bill carried one of the bags for me, bless him. We hastened to the flats, it was raining far too fiercely now for any pictures to be taken.

All the residents had a natter on the way up in the lift.

Back in the apartment, bag down and nipped into the wet room to check out the ailments. Very glad to report that there were no adscititious bleeding, none from Little Inchy and only the tiniest bit from Haemorrhoid Harold.

Had a session on the Porcelain Throne.

Changed into dry clothing and into the kitchen to make a brew and put away the fodder purchased.

The rain looked set-in now.

Set about finalising yesterday’s diary and got it posted at last.

Then started on doing this one, up to here.

Onto Facebooking. Then Email and WordPress.

The doorbell chimed, it was a delivery form Cooper’s with the things I’d ordered to use as Christmas pressies.

Took the slip-proof tray to the kitche nto use now. Shoved the rest of them in the spare room to sort out later. Stubbing my toe on the old vacuum as I did so.

Back to the wet room and changed into a pair of the protection pants, better to be on the safe side in case of any leakages again during the night. Hopefully it will prevent like last time, a lot of clothes to be cleaned. Hehe!

Cleaned up, turned off the computer and got the meal going.

The vegetarian Cottage pie I covered with strong shredded cheddar cheese, topped it with some sliced tomatoes and got it in the oven. The pod peas in the saucepan and medications in the little tray all ready to take while I ate.

Did the Health Checks while it cooked. D158, S72, P89, Temp34.1 – Looks good?

Managed to get the cottage pie out of the oven without any burns, onto the new tray. Added the apple, Chinese mushrooms, beetroot and garden peas. A banana, two lemon yoghourts, one bitter one lemon curd flavour, added to the feast on the new tray.

This meal was almost fodder perfection! 9.46/10 rating, and tasted marvellous! Shame about the new tray though. It’s a devil of a job to get it cleaned properly with all the rubber bits attached to it, that seem to want to hold onto any crumbs for dear life. Hey-ho, not to fret.

I actually stayed awake long enough to watch two episodes of ‘Boon’, before the nodding off sessions mingled in with the viewing.

Evening all! TTFN.


Inchcock Today – Tuesday 25th July 2017: Ailment abound! Tsk!

Fantastic shots this morning – As I took a photo of the area where the sun was coming through what must have been a gap in the clouds, from behind the flats – then in seconds it disappeared. The Chosen Land, no more! Hehe! Interesting?  I was lucky to catch this, phenomenon. (Well, not really, but I like the word!)

Tuesday 25th July 2017

Irish: Dé Máirt 25 Iúil, 2017

0419hrs: Woke full of the returned medical woes.

The ailments that seemed to give me such a break from hassle yesterday were all back with a vengeance. Shaking Shaun and Arthur Itis the exceptions, they were kind to me this morning. But, Little Inchy and his new lesion were painful, itchy and worrying? Anne Gyna was stabbing in all different spots on the chest. Roger Reflux swelled open but no pains, sharp intakes or shortages of breath. Hernia Harry, Dizzy Dennis, Haemorrhoid Harold all bothersome again.

Up and to the Porcelain Throne for a heavy duty sitting and medicationalisationing session, having to treat Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy’s bleeding lesion. An adscititiously uncomfortable-start to the day. Tsk!

Cleaned things up from the treatments and into the kitchen and got the kettle on the boil.

A nosey out of the window prompted me to lean out and take this photograph. The resident’s cars parked as best they could.

The lighting inside the fenced off work areas produced a decent effect, I thought?

Health Check results: Dia 159, Sys 82, Pulse 90, Temperature 31.6, Weight 14.86, then took the medications.

Into the kitchen again to make another mug of tea. I noticed (Photographs at the top of this page) an area of land was lit up. Highlighted by the sun coming through from behind the flats, rushed to get the camera and took a shot of it – seconds later as I was turning off the camera, the sun disappeared, and I took another shot. Not sure why I thought there interesting, but I did.

The computer on and started this diary up to here, then updated yesterday’s and got it finished and posted.

Emails sorted.

Did a review of the towel pills for both of the type I ordered.

I used this photograph in it for the Lifesaver towels, with a rating of 4/5.

The RIAS towels that are not individually wrapped I rated at the same score. Because they are thicker and more sturdy than the Lifesaver ones – but one has to be careful not to get them wet before using them. This, will probably mean having to faffle about putting them in tin foil or some small bag and sealing them, before putting them in your pocket or handbag?

Rated the coat, like 2/5.

The two piece main zip is atrocious to use.

Especially for someone with cramp and arthritis.

Sent this photograph, with the review.

Wonder if they will print them all?

Did the ablutions and readied things for the bus trip.

The Mailman calleth.

Every one of the eight pieces of mail was Junk-Mail, unsolicited, spam or circulars.

Updated this diary and checked on the Farmfood website for details of their new range of Veggie Meals/Foods.

Mind you; the Farmfoods one did advertise some new Vegi Kitchen meals on offer. So when Obergruppenfurheress Dean arrives to pick up the locker key, I can shoot off (Speaking figuratively) to Bulwell and the Farmfoods store to investigate… Oh, no, after the Iceland Food Delivery as well, then I can.

Hello, the door bell is ringing, and I can hear it easily without the hearing aids in, now I’ve got two set up. Obergruppenfureress Deana was in and in a hurry to pick-up the key. A hectic period for her now, with all the changes taking place. Still, she managed to fit in the time to tell me off about having two door bells that might disturb the neighbours, not having the key ready for her to pick up, having the kitchen door wedged open, and leaving my tablets in a pot on the kitchen top. Hehe! She good she is!

The Iceland delivery arriveth now. A little surprised at how much I’d ordered.

Got it stowed away eventually.

Relocated and threw some older stuff away from the freezer, making a tiny bit of room, just in case I get any  Farmfood meals today.

Readied me and poddled out and along Chestnut Walk to the new bus stop at the end.

The bottle bank I had hoped to deposit the jars into, had done a midnight flit. Hehe! I mentioned this to Obergruppenfurheress Deana in the hut. They had, as I suspected, taken it away to make some room for extra car parking. I inquired as to where, which refuse sacks I was to put the jars into, the black or the recycling one. The answer was in a harried tone bless her, “Oh any!” A few Nottingham City Homes people were in the hut milling around, and they all seemed under pressure. And it is not going to get any easier for them as the works progress and the building starts.

The newly installed old bench near the bus stop that had most likely been kidnapped from Woodthorpe Park was in position. I hope Mr C. G. Hartley’s spirit doesn’t mind.

The L9 to town arrived, and most of the folks waiting got on it. This had left me and the chap in the photograph waiting. We had a chinwag, and he did some complaining about things and seemed quite practised and happy to do so. A witty man with a cutting sense of humour I appreciated.

Onto the bus, and I got the crossword book out, but didn’t do very well with going through those I’d got as far as I could earlier and attempting to find inspiration and some more answers.

Took this photo through the bus window as we turned up Goose Gate.

I alighted the bus on Upper Parliament Street and was nearly hit by another of the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists.There was so many of these around today; even I couldn’t believe it.

Dizzy Dennis visited me, and I had to sit down on a bus shelter seat for a while. When it came to getting up when I felt a bit better, Arthur Itis was not happy and started on the knees. I decided not to go to Bulwell today, just have a little hobble around town and get back to the flat.

Moved across the road toward Tesco in the Victoria Shopping Centre, and blow me another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over. Tsk!

Dizzy Dennis, I felt lurking ready to attack again at any moment. Not sure how I knew this, but it proved correct. Into the Tesco store. I got a TV paper for next week. A Quorn vegetarian imitation Beef Stew & Dumplings meal on offer. (Review further down this page – I’m afraid an honest one!) Fresh garden peas and some tomatoes. Out of the mall and over the road along to the Waitrose shop and to kill some time until the home bus arrived, I popped in to have a ponder around and bought some lemon yoghourt.

Avoiding the Nottingham pavement Cyclists, I made my way to the bus stop on Queen Street. The bus soon arrived, and I got on and the crossword book out and started a new one off.

I was so pleased with getting one finished on the journey, in one go, I photographed my rare achievement.

Back at the flats and off the bus, I was a little perturbed at being the slowest of the tenants on the walk to the end of the road to Woodthorpe Court.

By gum, there’s some fit old uns living in my apartments.

Jealousy, I suppose. Hehe!

I took this shot through the fence gate of the old garages being pulled down. The old Social Hut in the background, now the workmen’s tea hut. Hehe!

All the other tenants had gone up by the time I got into the foyer and to the lifts, up and back home. In the elevator, I felt that dreaded wet and warm itchy sensations were coming from Little Inchies zone. This, being the first thing to attend to when I got in, dropped the bag in the hallway and into the wet room.

Fatigue overcame me as I cleaned up and medicated various parts of my ageing going to pot body that was in need of the same.

Put the things away, got the garden peas simmering, put the kettle on and did the Health Checks. 

Chose some programmes to fall asleep watching.

Got the Quorn vegetarian imitation Beef Stew & Dumplings in the oven, it looked okay and smelt nice to me at the time.

Back to the wet room to check out Little Inchy, bleeding badly now from the new lesion. Glad I’m going to see the nurse in the morning. Bothering me a tad this is.

No energy left now and considering all things, I was doing so well I thought.

Got the meal served up with the added fresh garden peas it looked appetising.

The fact is, it was terrible!

The first one of these vegetarian meals I’ve ever actually found to be so foul tasting! The dumplings were okayish, the gravy and real veg passable, but the imitation meat chunks were like softened cardboard in texture and taste. My advice; Don’t bother with this meal, not one of their best at all!

Quorn Lasagne and Cottage Pie meals, I found to be excellent, though.

TV on, first programme, fell asleep.

Woke to recall something of a dream for a change. In a cave with two other men, me on a slab. One bloke telling me what the other bloke is going to do, and apologising for their having to use wire from their time machine to stitch me up with afterwards?

Got up to take the medications that I thought I’d missed earlier. But, now I’m not sure if I did miss them or not?

Tried again to watch some TV, but the nodding off sessions won the battle for entertainment again.

Ah well!