True Tales of Woe – Page 55

Inchcock Today Sat 14 May 16: Whoopsiedngleplop – Lost the Emergency Wrist Alarm… Humpf!

Saturday 14th May 2016

It’s hard to express the feelings I felt when I woke up this morning (0500hrs): Sullied, soiled, contaminated, begrimed and unchaste all seemed to fit the bill, along with the primary sensations of trepidation and unshakable anxiety. Why?

However, I forced myself to lower the shuddering recliner chair and attend the porcelain after a couple of minutes of deep and pitifully inadequate philosophicalisationing. The hiatus of making use of the throne prompted me to take an EntroLax pill along with the cuppa and medications I took shortly afterwards. Had a bit of a job stopping the blood flowing (Another pair of jammy-bottoms for the wash), from Little Inchy and Haem Aroids. However, Anne Gyna, Rea Flux and the right wrist and arm were being kind to me, so this cheered me up a minuscule I think.

While making the brew, bits, or rather sensations, about the dreams returned to me, they were not nice and I think shame was the overriding feeling?

Overall, I was not in a good condition mentally. Then, the flaming dizzies started, Tsk! Still, they didn’t last for too long. Then, more hassle, clearing the pots I’d left drying on the sink drainer, I dropped a cup, well, mug and now have only one unchipped mug left! Hehe! I’ll have to get another one later when I go to take the clothes and stuff to the Nottingham Hospice Shop. Hey-ho!

On the laptop and finished off the Friday diary and started this one off, did some graphics. Then did mucho Facebooking and it let me post okay this time. Some lovely messages and comments today.

Got the bags ready for the Hospice shop. Had a spit and polish, made sure I’d got the camera, mobile phone (Not that anyone rings me like, but I might have needed it for calling for help?). The hearing aids in, the little notepad of reminders, etc. and then did my ablutions and set off on me mini circular walk to the shops and back.

According to the NCC, Winchester Street has the second highest road gradient in Nottingham, and I certainly believed them when I walked back up to the flats today.

Good job I didn’t have a lot of weight to lug up it. But I do consider, although apparently I can’t run anymore, that little struggle to get up the 1-3 gradient stretch actually does me some good, and try to tackle it at least once a week?

Setting off out of the building and up the gravel footpath and halfway up I stopped, not through fatigue but to photograph a brave little flower forcing its way through to search for the sunshine.

I observed that the insects in and amongst the grass were beginning to move frantically about for some reason?

Up into the Woodthorpe Park and down onto Mansfield Road. Stopped again for a while, to watch the dogs taking their owners for a game of ball. Plenty of canines around and not one barking?

Walked down the hill into Sherwood and called to drop off the items at the Hospice Shop.

Then down further to the Wilko store, where I had a good rummage for some teacups, well, mugs anyway. I got three of different sizes. The offer on the Dettol had finished, but they had one on Blitz towels twin pack at £1.79, so I grabbed one.

Next port of call a visit to the Polish Continental shop. I got a loaf of bread and four thick slices of smoked belly pork with garlic stuffing and peppers. (I can’t help it, it’s delicious!)

Set off for Winchester Street and up the hill of doom… Today the weeds and plants were forcing their way through the fences and railing.

The Dogwood weed, I think it is called was looking so radiant and proud as its white flowers bloomed.

My being a Towny for so many years, now I’m almost settled at Woodthorpe Court in the semi-countryside, I have the pleasure of discovering these plants and weeds.

The way they force their way through obstacles never ceases to amaze me.

Also seeing how the young shoots (If that’s the right word) seem to copy their elders and come through the fence panels alongside them as in the last picture above intrigues me.

I pressed on up and back to the apartments, feeling a bit tired and weary but proud of forcing myself to have a bit of an extra exercise.

Visited the WC. Then put away the purchases.

I couldn’t help but think to myself; “How long before I drop one of the mugs?

Ah well, I can have two visitors at once now and give them both a nice strong cuppa. Hehe!

Got the laptop on and updated this diary.

Then got the medication pots sorted.

This took over an hour and many dropped tablets and pills encouraged naughty words to emanate from my mouth I’m afraid.

To the throne and much bleeding and pain resulted, but at least I was going again, so no complaints.

I got the cold meal prepared and very tasty it was too. All good, bread nice, mushrooms okay, pickled eggs, tomatoes and the belly pork was so appetisingly tangy flavoured.

Took the medications.

While eating it, I realised I’d not got the Alert Wrist Alarm on and I went to the bathroom to fetch it… Oh dear! Spent hours looking for it without any success.This really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday.

The recliner stuck and I thought “Hello, that’s the end of this then!” But it started going again, this was repeated a few more times over the night.

Losing the alarm really got me going and so annoyed with myself. It had to be a Saturday when I lose it as well, no one to report it to until Monday. And then, only if the were not ‘doing’ another complex.

I tried to watch a Jonathan Creek DVD, but kept getting thoughts of where the Alert Alarm might be and kept getting up to search: During these numerous independent searches I went through the laundry bag again, bathroom nooks, all the clothes pockets hanging in the hallway, kitchen drawers and bins, looked under all the furniture, shelves and drawers in the front room, checked all the shopping bags, all without luck or resolution.

Washed the pots up, (and even checked in all the saucepans for the alarm) and another call to the Throne came, even worse this one, Little Inchy joined in with Haem Aroids bleeding this time!

Getting myself a bit het up by now, and felt a bit down.Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.

Kept waking up throughout the night, and on some occasions, I went searching for the Wrist Alarm – why I don’t know, cause I only looked in places I’d already search, some more than twice. The recliner was shuddering a bit each time I lowered it to get up, this added to my frustrations and embarrassment.

I think I was awake more often than asleep, fretting away. Tsk!

Inchcock Today Fri 13 May 2016:

Friday 13 May 2016

Had an early morning dream, I knew I was about to wake up, which presumably means I knew I was dreaming, so I should have known what I was dreaming was not real. But I did think it were true at the time? During the dream, I even wondered if the recliner chair would jump and slide or not when I woke up?

I was being pounded on by several unknown assailants wearing bus conductor uniforms and using their ticket machines to clout me around my head with, and this was taking place in a waterless swimming pool? I was trying to smoke my pipe, and them hitting me all the time prevented this and not being able to light my pipe annoyed me more than their violence toward me? (I think it must have been around 1972 or earlier, when I had to stop smoking the pipe.) There were dead fish, lying on the bottom of the pool.

0420hrs: When I woke up with a bit of a start, I was in desperate need of the WC as if it had been me who had drunken all the water from the pool in the dream. Weird even for me this one!

The need to relieve myself stayed around for hours. I did manage to relieve myself on the throne, which was welcome after waiting for relief for so long. The wee-weeing seemed like it would never end?

Risked making a cup of tea and took the medications, then got on this laptop to record the dream before I lost all of the memory of it.

Pondered on whether Steve Age UK would call to help sort out the banking things for me.

With great assiduousness, I carried out the health checks, the BP was different to normal Sys 162 Dia 81, pulse down to 70? Temperature 36.0 Maybe the bizarre dream?

Huh! Then Anne Gyna kicked off, and the trips to the WC kept coming. Feeling a bit disorientated, I started work with CorelDraw to do a graphicalisation for later.

Got a bath and shave, wanted to take a photo of the skin cancer blotches and noticed I’d managed to nick the top off of one of them with the razor.

I am a fool!

All fresh and clean I returned to the laptop and got very engrossed in trying (But failing) to produce a graphic I wanted, took me hours and hours to fail in my ineffectual attempt to get it right. Humph!

Did a funny post about bloggers forming a World Government instead.

Decided I fancied some soup for supper. More choices to be made. I checked the tin cupboard to see what options were in stock: Mulligatawny, Creamed Parsnip, Potatoe and Parsnip or Steak and Potato? After much confuplicating and pondering, I opted for a tin of Mulligatawny and added a tin of red beans.

Did the part-baked cobs in the oven and had them warm with the soup and beans concoction.

Very nice too. Followed them with two highly suitable kids yoghurts.

Got the TV on and watched more of the Rumpole of the Bailey DVD episodes, then tried to look at a film, but kept nodding off every time the adverts came on, so gave up.

As I lay waiting for sleep to overcome me, I realised that Steve, my Age UK Councillor had not been to see me again today! Somehow, I wasn’t too surprised at this. Just so disappointed.

Inchcock Today Thu 12 May 2016: Weekly Windwood Shed Social Hour today

Thursday 12th May 2016

Woke around 0540hrs and the knees and legs felt pretty good. The recliner shuddered a bit when I lowered it.

Vague memories of dreaming about falling off of roof ledges or something like that?

Sharpishly moved to the porcelain room and pain again in passing, but no bleeding?

Took the medications with a cuppa and I got onto the laptop to conclude yesterday’s diary and start this one off.

The Morrison delivery arrived and I struggled to put everything away due to lack of storage space and my foolishness in ordering too much stuff. Huh!

I had to rearrange the can cupboard to get the tins to fit in – now watch them fall off the wall!

Ablutions tended to and I took the rubbish sacks to the chute and then wobbled along to the Winwood Community Shed, meeting some of the girls going there on the way. Found put one of them had her birthday today. Luckily I had one of the new unopened umbrellas with me. So I gave it to her as pressie like. Not many folks in attendance today.Jenny and Frank, who were going to the dentist, showed interest in borrowing the Nottingham Pictures book gone to the dentist, Eddy not attended.

Jenny and Frank, who were going to the dentist, so would not be participating in the Social Hour, showed interest in borrowing the Nottingham Pictures book I was taking to show the tenants.

I handed out the nibbles, and what few of us were there, seemed to have fun initially.

Toni arrived late, with her arm in a sling and marks on her forehead. I’m sorry no one informed me earlier, I could have gone to visit her and try to offer comfort. She told

She said she was getting on a bus when the driver pulled off just as she was getting down to sit on a seat and she feel banging her elbow and head. Poor thing! This upset me and I forgot to take any photographs as I wanted to let her get it out of her system as she told me all about it.

Deana, the coordinator, visited and I handed her the letters I’d received for Margaret the previous tenant and the Polish Country loaf I’d got from Morrison’s like as a treat for her.

The meeting broke up early, and we had a chinwag with her for a while. Then I made my way back to the flat.

Got in made a cuppa and got on with sorting out the glasses and marking them to avoid future confusion.

It might look a bit naff and crude, but now I shouldn’t struggle so much and get myself into a pickle when choosing whichever pair I’ll be needing?

I marked them as:

Read (Reading)

BF (Thinking of Bifocals, but they are actually Varifocal I think).

Long (Distance)

Sunlong (being a pair of Prescription Sunglasses I bought a while ago before the Internet started.) Hehe!

Then I nipped down to take the Photograph Book to Jenny and Franks flat, no one in so I put the book and folder through their large letter box.

Back up to the flat and updated this diary.

The weather has been beautiful today, but the others told me it will change later and tomorrow. So I decided to have a walk out through Woodthorpe Grange Park with the camera. Then remembered I’ve to fetch the prescriptions so decided to have a hobble into Carrington to do so.

As I was about to turn off the laptop, Windows Downloads started coming in. Took ages so left the laptop turned on.

Back soon. (I hope)

Called at the Community Shed to see Deana, lovely lady, as I hobbled on my way to the Chemists. A little two-way laugh, and I was off again.

The next stop en route was to take a photo of the Dogweed, or was it Chickweed? I’ll have to ask Lynton again, and my memory, or lack of, is worrying me lately.

Walked down Winchester Street and up Mansfield Road and down into Carrington. It was a little hard going, the sun was getting hotter.

Called in the Chemist and collected the prescriptions, almost filled my bag with em. Hehe!

To Lidl, got razors, bag for laundry (cause my current one is getting a little wether-worn now), some English tomatoes, a Nottingham post (to see if my letter about Pavement Cyclist had been printed, it hadn’t), and some pots of Lyle’s syrup flavoured porridge.

Had a short dizzy spell while perusing the shelves.

Out to the bus stop and to Sherwood. Where, being so late in the day, I found there were no link buses to catch back up to the flats. Hey-ho!

So I walked to and up through Woodthorpe Grange Park and down to the flats.

I stopped and took in the wonder of nature for a while. And, there were no pavement Cyclists, very few dogs walking their owners, the wind was gentle.

The flora fighting through, the grass was getting thicker and I had a ‘Wonder Moment or two’.

Life and my living were starting to be appreciated for the first time in ages?

Then I wondered if Steve Age UK will ever get back to me to sort out the bank payments and debit thingies, and I lost the warm feeling and sense of thinking things might be improving.

Got in the flat and found the laptop had still not finished updating the Windows updates?

To the throne in the WC, no joy again. Oh, ‘eck!

Still, not complaining, though, Little inchy and Haem Aroids were not bleeding, Arthur Itis was being very kind indeed, Anne Gyna no too bad at all, the right wrist and arm only giving a little bother, Rea Flux also being kind to me, but a couple of dizzy spells while walking back to the flat worried me a bit.

The updates finished loading and the machine reset itself.

Got the nosh prepared. Easy one tonight. Boiled then minted potatoes, Bread thin ham sandwiches, tomatoes and beetroot.

Followed by a lemon yoghourt, and took the medications.

I had hoped to have some of the red peppers with it, but once again I tried and failed, to get the lid off, huh!

I reckon it will be out of date by the time I embarrassingly remember to ask someone to help with getting the top off of the jar for me! Hehe!

The recliner chair was jumping a bit again when I moved in it?

Watched some Rumpole of the Bailey episodes from the DVD and was soon ready to get my head down.

Slept well, despite the dreams.

Inchcock Today Tue 10 May 2016: Flat bound again!

Tuesday 10th May 2016

Slept better last night and woke up feeling the knees were so much better stiffness wise.

I assumed this would have been through using the new second-hand recliner I purchased yesterday from the bloke in flat 48 at Winchester Court? The pressure on the back of the knees was without doubt far less, and this cheered me up no end.

I nimbly (For me like) got up and to the bathroom.

Oh dear, the knees felt so much easier, but Arthur Itis had decided that today would be an imitation of Charlie Chaplin day for me. Hehe!

Haem Aroids was bleeding away and sore and Little Inchy was joining in too! And, the passing on the throne was really painful. But I was still elated at the knees feeling so… well, good, that I didn’t mind at all!

I prepared the vegetables and seasoned them in the Crock-pot slow cooker. Just turnip, onions and carrots this time.

Got them slow-slow cooking.

Next, I made a cuppa and took the medications as I started the laptop to finish off the Monday post.

Made a start on this one, doing the photographic touch-ups needed.

I remembered that Steve Age UK said he would call today to try and finish off the cancelling of Standing Orders for the old house.

I wondered why I’d written, ‘Stay-in’ on my paper diary for today.

We’ll see.

Facebook let me post again today. So I got caught up with the TFZer site, checked the emails and sent a photo of the new chair to Sister Jane and Pete.

I’ll have to stay in today, for when Steve Age UK arrives, but the wet drizzle outside is not encouraging to venture far anyway.

I rang Sister Jane to see how she was going. She seemed in good spirits. Some mail was delivered: One for previous tenant Magaret, three of bumph and one from the Cancer Treatment Centre. I’m going to have weekly checks before the cutting out session they have arranged for Tuesday, August 16th at 1515 > 1645hrs. They are to inform me of the day and times in a few days.

The rain is persisting still, not heavy mind, sometimes just spotting.

I did a graphic of my friend Lynton Cox and posted it on Facebook as a caption competition.

No sign or message from Steve Age UK yet.

I am surprised.

Had to turn off the Crock-Pot or the stew come casserole would have been too well done. Didn’t want to start to eat it and Steve Arrive and for it be wasted.

Steve did not arrive. Obviously, I’d got the day wrong – but with him not giving me his new phone number or email, I could not get in touch with him to find out the correct ay and time of his visit.

A tad dejected I got the vegetable stew served up and ate it with some Irish Batch bread.

Tried to watch some TV, but kept nodding off so got my head down with relative ease tonight.

Inchcock Today Wed 11 May 2016: Malapropism ridden day

Wednesday 11th May 2016

Kept waking during the night, unwilling to get up and that’s not me usually. Eventually around 0515 hrs, I lowered the chair (Thought I’d mention my new second-hand recliner again) and visited the porcelain throne. Performing the required motions was so painful again this morning, yet no bleeding from Haem Aroids or Little Inchy?

Made a brew and took an Entrolax pill with the usual medications, got the laptop on and finished the Tuesday diary. Somehow, I could not find the photograph of last night’s fodder, the vegetable stew in the camera? Mmm!

Did the graphics for today’s headers.

Started this page off and had a quick blast on Facebook to see if it would let me like! It did, hurrah!

Got the ablutions seen to and ready for a trip into town.

A decent conglomeration of tenants at the bus stop this morning. But I was the only one who got on the City bound L9 bus… either that or my lavender soap isn’t making it.

Hehe!

The rain started again on the way, and when I arrived it the city I nipped onto the pound shop to get an umbrella, cause I forgot to put mine in the bag, Tsk! But they had sold out with the downpours of recent days.

I had planned to take some photographs of certain areas of Nottingham to compare with the same shots years ago. But being as I’d left the notes of the areas in y dressing gown pocket and could not remember, apart from one, which areas I was going to photographicalise, I didn’t like. Humph again! I’ll post this one above on the Nottingham Now & Then site on Facebook later. (He say’s confident that he’ll remember to… Mmm) I cut down the new photo to try and match the ratio with the old one from… I don’t know when?

The Nottingham Pavement Cyclist were out in number again today. Bought the Nottingham Post.

Couldn’t risk taking too many photographs due to the heavy rain like, if yer know worra mean?

And me without a brolly too!

I had a waddle around and called in the pound Shop, where I bought some bits, well, a lot of bits.

Nibbles for the tenant hour tomorrow, notepads, pens and treated me to a 20×2 biscuits pack of the caramelised biscuits, very nice they are too, especially at £1 a pack!

Great with a nice strong cup of jolly old tea yer know.

Made my way to the L9 bus stop, slipping some seeds to the pigeons en route.

The rain came a bit heavier then.

The folk who got on the bus all seemed a little miffed and unhappy, the weather I supposed.

I wish I’d taken the photographicalisation I did through the bus window a few seconds later. Then I might have caught a shot of the poor lad rushing over the crossing as her umbrella blew inside out.

As I passed the end of Clumber Street the rain had reduced the usual numbers of folks gadding about.

Mind you, they still need their coffee don’t they?

The journey back to the Woodthorpe Court flats was strangely bereft of gossip and laughter?

As the bus pulled up at the flats, I realised I’d forgotten to go and pick up the prescriptions. Well, fancy that me, forgetting something! I can call tomorrow if I go early enough because I think maybe Steve Age UK councillor might be calling about sorting the bank stuff out. Then again? Oh, no: The Morrisons delivery is coming then the Social Hour… oh dear!

Got the bits away, WC’d and got the laptop on graphicalisationing, Facebooked a bit, then got this updated and did the Newspaper funny post.

Nice meal apart from the Asda (Walmart) BBQ sausages, they were a bit of a let down tastewise.

Terrible!

Still, rated it at 8.2/10 for the rest of it like.

The potato cakes were grand.

The new second-hand Recliner began slipping just a bit as I was sat in it? Jerking perhaps a better word? Humph!

Inchcock Today Mon 9 May 16:New second-hand Reclining Chair purchased and used today!

Monday 9th May 2016

Kept waking up all through what was left of the night after I did eventually manage to nod off. Rose, well after 0600 hrs, and realised I’d had time for at least one odd dream, and odd it was too. I kept climbing out of tram onto the roof and ascending up a ladder that was next to my Crock-Pot, my giant Crock-Pot. Every time I got near the top of the ladder (No idea why I was climbing it in the first place), I’d fall off landing back in the tram and starting again?

Later I made and added this graphic as the memory was firmly in my mind.

I had a tiny emission of wind from the rear-end. Phew! In response to this very welcome indication of the urgency of my attending the Porcelain Throne, at last, I hobbled to the bathroom. A hiatus from the painful exertion, but no bleeding at all, so that was a good start to the day.

Brewed a cup of char and took the medications, then got the laptop going. Checked the emails, Google Calendar and did the graphicalisation above. Then I started this and finished the Sunday Inchcock Today.

Nipped in the bathroom and did my ablutions, and now smelling fresh, I got the rubbish bins into the refuse-shute.

Got in the lift and down and out of the building and walked to Bottle Bank in the car park area. Met Deana the coordinator for the flats en route and she told me about someone selling a recliner chair for £300 and said she would ask about it for me. Gave her a nibble and continued to the Community Shed and Julie had a nibble.

A lovely natter at the bus stop ad got the bus to Arnold. Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and got some potato cakes, some Anya potatoes and fresh cream cakes. (Ahem! Guilt mode adopted)

Hobbled to the Wilko store and got some Dettol lavender disinfectant (On offer at £2 from £3) Then on to Asda (Walmart) and got some Irish Batch bread, pots of mandarins in orange jelly, a parsnip, and carrots.

Passing the marketplace with its one stall open.

Very sad!

To the bus stop to get the L9 back to the flats and had a chinwag with some of the ladies that were also waiting.

The bench-seat was still looking a little the worse for wear.

Back at the flat and noticed coming in that a washing machine was available, so I got the laundry bag and accoutrements and nipped down and got the machine going. Had a gossip or two with some other tenants and listened to their woes. When they left, I had a bash at the crossword book.

Moved the washing from the cleaner to dryer, and nipped back to the flat to update this tosh.

Got the drying collected and back again to the apartment.

I rang the chap who was selling the recliner chair to see if he’s sold it yet. No, it was still available at £300. So I told he I’d be around in a while to have a decker at it. He was at 48, on the eighth floor at Winchester Court.

When I arrived the flat was a duplicate of mine. Very nicely decorated. When I got in his front room, I was rather surprised to see three recliner chairs in there. The new one he was sat in, a very nice looking in brown to his right, and in the corner, the beige one he was selling. He explained a few things and I took the decision to go ahead and by it. The horrible colour was no problem, as I could use the extra large throw I was using on the old chair to cover the unattractive shade of it.

I told him I’d get in touch with the caretakers to see if they would assist in moving it to my flat and return to advise him of the situation. On the way back to the flat I saw Robert and the other caretaker and explained the situation to them, and they agreed to help and would be free in half an hour. I rang the bloke back and reported this to him.

The caretakers found me, and along with their wheelbarrow cart thingy, we went to flat 48. The man told them how the back can be taken off for transporting and they got on with it.

I thanked the tenant and paid him his money. Getting the thing back to Woodthorpe Court was a bother. They got in and positioned for me.

The only sad bit of this was having to get rid of the old swivel chair the Duncan Robertson had given me when I first moved into the flat to make room for this one. Having fallen-out of this swivel chair twice I thought it safer. At least now, when Duncan visits he has a comfortable chair to sit it when we have a cuppa and natter. I really hope he understands why this had to go. Thanks, Duncan, it was sad to let it go after your kind gesture. Cheers mate.

The quilt/cover fitted okay, and I know that somehow this is cool in summer and warm in winter. And the controls for the chair are simple enough, just two buttons. It doesn’t look too tidy, but no problems from me with this.

Set to updating this again.

Got the Anya potatoes on the simmer and prepared the carrots, onions and turnip roasting in the oven.

Did an order for groceries from Morrisons to be delivered for Thursday twixt 0730 – 0860 hrs.

Superb meal tonight. Fresh tomatoes, Anya Potatoes, roasted red onions, carrots and parsnips, polish ham with the last of the American BBQ sauce and a couple of slices of Batch Bread.

A deserved 9.25/10 rating.

Did the washing up and got myself ensconced in the new second-hand chair that the caretakers had moved and set-up for me. Tried out the mechanism for the first time, all working.

The large throw from the old chair sat next to it looking as if it felt sad (Hehe) covers it nicely without slipping off or moving me about.

Got the goggle-box on and was soon nodding off each time the advertisements came on.

I felt glad I had got this chair now and still have one for Duncan or BJ to sit on in comfort next to me while we have a chinwag when they visit. Still sorry I had to make way for it with moving Dunc’s swivel chair he gave me, though.

They can try out the recliner too! Maybe, Sister Jane and Pete when they can find time will love a sit and play in it I think.

I’ve got to get into the habit of putting is down before trying to get out of it, mind! Hehe!

TTFN all, from a resting in his new second-hand recliner Inchcock!

Inchcock Today Sun 8 May 2016: Flat-Bound and had a deep-thought… Oh yes!

Sunday 8 May 2016

I stirred into mock-life late again (For me like) this morning at 0525hrs.

A bit concernedly, there was no call to porcelain throne again, I thought that problem was sorting itself out, but no. Hehe! Still, the waterworks were working well enough if not too well today.

Hobbled into the kitchen to made a cuppa and take the medications and as I perused the landscape outside, saw through the light mist that a Pedestrian Footpath Cyclist had, I assumed fallen asleep on the bench, his bicycle on the floor nearby.

Odd hour for them to be about, no one else was.

I’ll have another look in a bit see if the ‘Swine’ is alright like.

Laptop on and finished Sunday post… no Saturday post. Then got on with doing more of the graphics I intend to use later, in fact, spent many hours, and still I haven’t gotten them like I wanted them to be.

Back into the kitchen to make another cup of tea, and to my surprise the bloke was still there on the bench, he’d moved position though from earlier on.

Whoopsiedangleplop number one then:

I took the tea into the living room and somehow managed, without almost any effort, to drop it on the new carpet!

I swore a little. Then tried to clean it up and ended up with the back giving me no end of gip in thanks now. Huh!

After another hour or so on the laptop, (still can’t get it right) I remembered the bloke on the bench and went to check again on him.

Two girls of the female species tried to rouse him without any luck, they were soon off.

Maybe he stank of drugs or booze perhaps?

I got some chips in the oven and peas warming in the saucepan, to have with the Krakowska cooked meat.

By gum the time had shot by this morning, well it’s well into the afternoon now.

I had a final glance out of the window and the chap had gone.

Got the fodder ready and watched a DVD while I consumed it.

Seasoned chips, Krakowska pork, beetroots, and demerara sweetened garden peas, followed by a lemon dessert.

Excellent! Rated this on at 9.2/10

I felt the day had been affected by my inefficacious efforts to understand life. (By gum, that was a deep thought for me!)

Once more, sleep did not come easily, even though I felt tired enough to? Sessions of falling off for a few seconds were rampant.

Still, there were two films on that I watched with a few nod-offs causing me to miss bit important parts of the films. Tsk!

I had a thought and wrote it down on one of my many waking periods;

“I seek Sanity and Peace, but no one has this, so I’ll stop looking!” Hehe!

Inchcock Today Sat 7 May 16: All going well until I got on the wrong bus… Humph!

Saturday 7 May 2016

The view from the kitchen window was a beauty to behold, I had to take photographicalisation of it. The thin gently rolling mist, the lack of people and the changing thickness of the vapour from the mist was amazing. Shame it doesn’t show up in the photo.

Woke up around 0440hrs: So tired. Didn’t manage to lift my body up out of my vintage 1959 brown imitation leather armchair with the broken arms for another hour or so, kept drifting back into half-sleep. And then it was more in response to my need of the porcelain than any actual willingness to move. Hehe!

And what an event that was! Talk about pain and blood, Huh! Haem Aroids were rampant in their desire to leak blood all over the bowl, me and the floor! I swore, cleaned up, and went to make a cuppa and get the medications taken.

Took the medications and got the laptop on to finish the Friday diary. Yesterday seemed like a dream, not a bad one at all, just that my memory had faded so fast – good job I got it down last night. I checked on the Google Calendar for jobs next week – remarkably clear compared to last weeks.

No INR blood tests so that helps, and I await the appointment from the skin cancer Treatment Centre and re-appointment at the GUM clinic, but I can’t help thinking I’ve missed something off? Horrible feeling!

Got on with starting a funny ode post with graphics idea for WordPress, looks like it will take a while due to my brain not fully in conjunction with fingers this morning.

Ablutions then set off on the bus, to Arnold.

Dropped off on High Street and called at the Estate Agents in Arnold and asked about the house for sale on Blake Road for brother-in-law Pete.

It had already had many offers and had been sold very quickly.

Later I did a search on Zoopla and found some photos and detail. Rang Pete to tell him the price etc, then emailed him the photographs in the morning.

Crossed over the road and took a look at the high chairs in the Arnold Sofas & Beds Centre.

They didn’t have any in that really appealed to me mind, despite there being a great range of them on show.

They ranged from £299 to £699. The gentleman was very pushy and over friendly. I asked him (As instructed to earlier by Sister Jane) could they take away the old one and how much would it cost. He was very vague and suggested I give it to a charity shop. Then I asked what the delivery charge would be, he became even vaguer just said he’d look after me? Mmm!

I then hobbled to the bus stop to catch a bus to town. When I arrived at the stop a bus marked City arrived, so I mounted it. It soon became clear, that this was not the bus I thought it was, as it meandered all through the housing estates and ended up in Bulwell on its circular route to the City Centre. So, realising we were approaching Bulwell, I decided to alight the bus go in search of the cheapo shops bargains and feed the ducks on the Leen River while there.

I limped to the Bargain shop and got a some Blitz kitchen towels and meal worms for the ducks and pigeons.

Then into Bulwell Market and to the Fulton Store in search of food bargains.

Got a pack of sausages very cheap and some Polish cooked ham.

Then back through the market, avoiding the perishing Bulwell Pavement Cyclists as best as I could.I hobbled to the river to feed the ducks.

Hobbled to the river to feed the ducks.

Not many about today, but plenty of pigeons to nibble the seeds and earthworm pellets.

Up to cath the Nottingham tram at the station.Tram

It was well full as it arrived, and I lost most of the shoulder charging and pushing contests.

I did manage to get on last in the battle against the aggressive Bulwell populace in competing to ensure each get on the tram before the other. I was a little surprised there were no injuries, least of all to me! Hehe!

I had a bit of a battle to get off the tram at the Theatre Royal stop, only just getting off it time having to force y way through the standing passengers who had no seat.

I got to the bus stops on Queen Street, the L9s had stopped running and the next 40 bus was no due for half an hour, so I had a wobble through the Slab Square.

The female populace was obviously in training for summer show-off time.

Not that I noticed really. (Ahem)

Som folks were listening to a bloke on a microphone making fart-like musical noises that were supposed to imitate music I think?

Still, the weather was nice and for once I could not see any Pavement Cyclists?

Back up to the bus stop and got on hte 40 one, and we were soon off.

As we passed the end of Clumber Street, I had the camera out and took two photographs through the bus window, of the Nottinghamians crossing the road, as is their usual habit, against the lights.

Somehow, I stayed awake through the whole journey, mind you, having a Derby Demolition fan as bus driver helped me out there.

Dropped off, well almost fell off the bus after my struggle to keep on my feet to get to the door as the driver jammed on his anchors (Tsk) at the stop. Crossing the road was the usual high-risk task, but I managed it without any hiatus. Walked to the flats in glorious sunshine.

WC’d put the kettle on and fodder away, all but the sausages.

Made sausage sarnies with mushrooms and beetroot, followed by two pots of desserts. Well!

The sausages were absolute rubbish! So, only a rating of 4/10 for this poor effort.

Fatigue dawned again, and all I could do then was sit in the 1950’s built damaged imitation leather armchair and try for all I was worth to nod-off. Bit of a battle for some reason again, tired as I felt, sleep was a long time coming tonight. Huh!

Inchcock Today Fri 6 May : Busy busy day! Whoopsiedangleplop! So tired!

Friday 6 May 2016

Up at 0455hrs, spent a couple of hours graphicalisationing for a particular TFZ gal (Can’t reveal anything yet?)

Then onto sorting out the Dyson and got all confused. A quick call to Brother-in-Law and he got me sorted out.

Got the paperwork sorted for when Steve Age UK arrives, then made a cuppa and took the medications. Was I sure there is another one I’ve forgotten about?

Made sure the appointment things for the Opticians, GUM Clinic and the hospital were in the bag/pockets and put the other bag with the jammies etc, near the door so I wouldn’t forget them.

Had my bath, and did my ablutions, Haem Aroid bleeding but not Little Inchy.

Steve arrived and set to phoning the Council about the Council Tax, British Gas (Gas & Electricity) and Severn Trent Water for the old house to be cancelled. I’ve got to go to visit the bank to cancel the Council Tax payments. The Electricity and Gas, Steve has to ring back next time he calls and I still couldn’t remember the other one needing to be done?

I tried out the new Dyson (Only with the carpet attachment) while he was here, it is superb! The collection box is only small, but it is so easy to empty.

Steve had another client to go and see, said he would call sometime next week to arrange a day for him to try and sort things out again.

I rang Pete to thank him for his guidance but Janet answered the phone, had a gossip and during this I remembered the other thing that needed cancelling – the house insurance!

Got the laptop on again to start this off, as I don’t imagine I’ll be in an excellent state when I get back so late from being prodded about and having lumps cut out of me. Hehe!

I’ll take the camera with me too.

Got everything ready, and set off in the hope of catching the 1239hrs L9 bus into town.

Got to the bus stop at 1230hrs and not a soul around.

Waited around in hope for the bus to arrive, without any luck.

Gave up at 1255hrs and walked up and through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the bus stop in Sherwood. Of course, this meant because the bus to the GUM clinic didn’t arrive, muggins here forgot all about it!

A couple of Swines on the footpath!

Got into town and meandered down through the Slab Square where the Nottingham Shoplifters had gathered to take in the sun.

Went to the bank, where I had a long wait to talk with an advisor about getting the old house’s Community Tax payments cancelled. But when the lady was free, she was charming and helpful, bless her. We even managed a little natter together, had her smiling anyway.

Out and up to Boots the Opticians, where I collected the new spectacles and had another laugh and a good chinwag.

Being a little early to go to the hospital (Having forgotten about the Clinic helped – Humph!), I had a walk around and down Hounds Gate. Surprisingly few folk about here too!

Surprisingly few folk about here too!

The sun was out and it was warm. So I removed my jumper and put it in my bag.

Called into the pound Shop and had a wander around inside. I bought a soup ladle and a pack of four mini pork pies to eat at the Treatment Centre. I didn’t eat the soup like, just the pork pies, see? Hehe!

When I walked to the tram stop on South Parade, there were far too many Pavement cyclists around to dare photographicalise any of them for fear of betting beat up by em!

Caught the right tram (Yes. it occasionally happens, ha!) to the Queens Medical Centre and walked down the five flights of stairs to the ground floor beneath and hobbled over to the Treatment Centre. Handed in my appointment letter and the lady gave me a bleeper to let me know when it is my turn, and I sat down and read me Holocaust book. Consuming all the pork pies as I did so. Still, that’ll mean no messing about getting fodder when I do get back if I get back to the flat later.

I was feeling so tired at this stage, I managed to nod off twice! Still, the bleeper vibrated so it let me know when to go in. Mind you, it was an hour and a half wait, but in pleasant surroundings and cute nurses passing by.

No messing with these people, very efficient and to the point. The nurse checked my details, took back the bleeper and led me to a chair in the corridor inside. Within minutes a Doctor, the one who saw me a year ago and actually remembered soon had me examined and told me he did not want to disturb the growth yet and booked me in for another appointment in two weeks so he can have a look again to see how it is progressing. He smiled, nay, laughed, when I told him I’d struggled to carry the bag with my towels, clothes, shaving tackle, slippers, etc. to get there too in case I was kept in.

Back to the Tram stop and soon caught a tram back into town – but what a ride!When the tram pulled up, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest danger to me,

When the tram arrived, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest threat to me, those rushing to get off the tram, or those elbow charging to get on the tram! I managed to get a seat, but a 22 stone bloke sat next to me and I had no room to manoeuvre to get the camera out! Well, it was the rush hour by then.

Dropped off in Slab Square and made my way painfully up Queen Street and waited for the 40 bus. No use me waiting for an L9 to the flats they had stopped running hours ago. Tsk!

Another uncomfortable and pain filled journey again, the bus was so packed the driver had to refuse some folks wanting to get on.

I got off on Winchester Street, risked life and limb to cross over the road and made my way limpingly towards the flats.

I’ve no idea what these plants were that bravely forced their way through the concrete and up the railings, but to me, they were beautiful.

Anyone know their name. Please?

Just managed to get in the flat in time to avoid a leakage!

So glad, with it being so late (For me like!), that I didn’t have to mess about making anything to eat. Made a cuppa and took the medications, a bit late, though.

Tired as I felt, it took a while to get to sleep. Heigh-ho!

Inchcock Today Thur 5 May 16: Voting, Dentist then mainly pain! Hehe!

Thursday 5th May 2016

0345hrs: Woke, glad that I did too! The dream I was having was repulsive! Full of violence, hate and destruction by mobs of citizens on the streets?.

As I sat there pondering on life, I felt the warm and wet feeling from the lower regions. No need to check, I hobbled to the bathroom to tend to Little Inch’s lesion. As I did, a feeling of something not nice about to happen came over me? An odd sensation that, my high EQ I expect.

Made a brew and took the medications and deliberated on what the day would, might or could hold for me. This morning I’ve to vote in the Nottinghamshire Police & Commissioner election. I must say I like it that they have made the poll station in our Winwood Community Shed because getting out to anywhere is hard with so few buses available. The downside to this is we can’t have our Social Hour this week as it falls on the same day as the elections.

I’ll vote for someone not already involved in the nefarious political system I think. Those political animals whose apanthropinization and intent on self-preservation and ingordigious nature, will not be getting my vote. Mind you, when it comes to proper elections, all the candidates would be off limits to me! Hehe! So then, I must pick the least harmful to the proletariat, and or least corrupt of the fainéant ones on offer!

Then, the dentist at 1300hrs for the delayed canal work. Not too keen on that, but it has to be done I suppose.

Got on with the post about my mate Duncan Robertson, I’ve called it “Runcan Dobertson is arrested – Why?”

I just hope Dunc likes it.Just a bit of fun like.

Just a bit of fun like.

It took me ages to get the graphics right, but I enjoy doing them so.

Did y ablutions and went to the Winwood Social Shed to cast my votes for the Commissioner candidates. I noted, we had a first and second choice – does this mean it is a Proportional Vote?

On my walk to the hut, I took this photograph of some daisies forcing their way through the grass.

Bootiful!

Cast my vote, or rather votes to ensure someone will get the £6500 a year salary plus some nice expenses of course.

Set off on my walk, up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park on my way to the Dentists.

The skyline was gorgeous and I noticed a plane.

Possibly just set off from East Midlands Airport, taking holidaymakers off to some far distant land of sun and sangria?

I wasn’t jealous in the least!

Lovely and warm air today. I felt quite high in spirits. Then a lousy Nottingham Footpath Cyclist careered up the hill at speed.

Despite there being a lot of pedestrians and pushchairs and prams on the pathway.

‘Swine!’

Turned up the hill and down into Sherwood and called at the Co-op to get some cheesy cobs, a TV paper and a pack of Jersey new potatoes.

When I came out to muddle my way down to the Dentists, anther swine of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist belted by, weaving in between the people legally on the sidewalk.

The first photo I took, he’d gone behind a lady, but I got the ‘Git’ later using the zoom.

I stood and appreciated the weather for a while, then because the L9 bus back up to the flats had just gone and another not due for an hour, I limped back to the park and up through it then down to the flats. The back and right arm giving me some hassle, but I so enjoyed watching the dogs happily playing in the park.

The painkiller jabs from the dentist started to wear off. The canal work didn’t bother me at all.

I got in the foyer door and noticed a washing machine was free – so I shot up (Well, hobbled) to the apartment and collected the laundry and back down and got it started washing away. I took my crossword book with me to do while the cleaning was done.

But a couple of lady tenants came and we had a jolly good chinwag!

Deans and Obergruppenfurher Julie came in to test the fire alarm.

The washing seemed to be done quickly, so I got it into the dryer and nipped back up to sort things a bit.

Started to update this page, then put the fodder bits away.

I have to say when I got the Jersey new potatoes in the saucepan to simmer slowly, they looked in a right crap condition!

Some split skins, some wrinkled and some in halves!

Tsk!

Went down to etch the clothes from the Laundry Room and pulled me back as I opened the fire door. Huh, what next!

Bending down taking the laundry out was painful. Had a laugh with a chap who came in to do his drying, and he must have spotted me wincing as I bent and he told me he’d bend down to clean the filter for me. Nice of him that!

I got back and put the togs in the airing cupboard, made a cuppa and got on with this again.

Opened Facebook and it allowed me to comment and make posts again – At last!

So, horrible new potatoes and cheesy ham cobs tonight. Eurgh!

Pondered on how I’ll get everything done tomorrow.

Steve is coming 0930hrs to sort cancellation of the old houses payments, utilities, etc.
Get myself and things ready for the medical visits.
GUM Clinic.
Opticians.
Treatment Centre (Must remember to take me jammies etc. with me).

Took medications and soon fell asleep for once.