Something to think on, from 2015
Inchock Today: Sun 24 April 2016
Inchy’s hemerine daily waffle
Waking at 0325hrs, the bladder and Little Inchy needing attention, I made my way without any hassle from Arthur Itis to the bathroom and responded to their needs.
While doing so, a bit of a dream came back to me. I was in charge it seemed, in a vast emporium of Roman looking senators. They all wanted to invent water taps and give them to the proletariat? We all appeared to know about them somehow? I argued against them because it would cause the masses to start washing and thought this would lead to Waterhea disease, whatever that is or might be, and cause a shortage of water for the Mallard ducks? That’s all I could recall, another odd one.
Washed the things I’d left soaking in the sink and I stood looking out of the window at the lights as they were twinkling away and pondered on life for a few seconds.
Then gave up! Hehe!
Brewed a cup of char and took the medications while I thought of it.
Got the laptop going, despite the Virgin Internet Connection not being too keen on the idea again (Huh!). Checked the emails to see if the Queen or Cameron had got in touch.
Made a start again on the post about the past. It took me another four hours to get done and posted.
Got the nosh started early: NZ Leg of lamb steaks, roasted swede, parsnips, turnips, onions, carrots and green beans, boiling some potatoes and mushrooms to add to it.
Set about cleaning the fridge, Whoopsiedangleplop! I dropped a jar of beetroot on the floor and got juice and beetroot all over the place. Took me longer to clean this up than it did to clean the fridge, Tsk!
Fatigue hit me out of the blue again, and Little Inchy started pouring out blood from his poor lesion.
The roast vegetables got a bit burnt, but the other stuff was okay.
The lamb was excellent.
Rated this one a 9.33/10 and ate it all up like a good little pensioner.
Back in the bathroom to sort out Little Inchy (Painfully, hehe).
Settled down to watch a DVD without falling asleep as I would normally expect.
Tried reading one of the books eventually, that did it. Managed to nod off around 0100hrs.
Woke around 0300hrs, and flipping heck, I could feel the warm wet sensation that Little Inchies lesion had released.
Humph!
Got the kettle on and loved the view through the kitchen window.
Dropped off the bus at the Victoria shopping centre (Mall).
I wandered up towards Derby Road and took a photo of the Theatre Royal over the road.
together for the parade later, and the Council House was displaying St Georges flag across the columns in front.
I slipped the birds some seed.
The bus was no due for a good while, so I circled the City block passing through Clumber Street.
the Facebook site.
Got in and put the fodder away.
It came out alright.
I updated this and then closed it down and put on a TV DVD called Unforgotten. It starred Nicola Walker and Sanjeev Bhaskar.
Bad night for repeatedly waking up, and in between, the dreams kept coming.
Took the three bags out to the rubbish chute and made a cuppa as I had the time before going out to walk through the park and into Sherwood to catch the bus to town at 0930hrs when the Pensioners Free Bus Pass could be utilised.
Though Woodthorpe Grange Park, left up the hill and down it to the bus stop in Sherwood.
The sun nearly came out as I was taking a photograph looking up from the front of the Council House, with its British flag fluttering to celebrate Her Majesties birthday.
There were 25 minutes before the L9 bus was due, and I foolishly had a walk around the book shop next to the Council House. Oh dear!
and it arrived a few moments later.
French-owned British Gas company.
I got the nosh on, having tomatoes and pork loin with some Wieska.
I took a couple of photographs outside the front doors, there should have been a squirrel on top of one of the concrete posts, but he was far too quick for me.
Got the ablutions done, then called to see Deana a the Community Shed, but all locked up. I returned to the flat and updated this, then decided as it looks such a beautiful day, and no appointments on the calendarI’d have a slow meandering walk into town. A bit far, but it will be interesting to see how long it takes me.
Onward into town. Near the Rock Cemetery, a Burke on a bike nearly had me from the rear as passed by, rather too close to me for my liking, the Swine!
shopping area. As I did, I noticed a wood pigeon way down near the old train station brickwork on the masses of weed that was prolifically growing, forcing its way through the thousands of nub ends that had been tossed over the wall where the nicotine nellies accumulate to have a last drag before going in to catch their buses. In fact, one bloke threw his over as I was taking the picture here.
Had a wander through the top mall, window shopping and perusing the open market, then left through the walk-over passage at the end and took this photo, that shows the many different colours of buses in Nottingham. Confusing for us old ones yer know!
As I started to walk in the direction of the L9 bus stop, another damned Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he weaved between the poor pedestrians.
Tried to concentrate on the nosh and it came out alright.
Plodded down to go see Deana, and she was in the foyer chatting to some of the Woodthorpe Court lady tenants. I waited until they had finished and asked her about the City Council number. She noted the number and said she’d try later to find out for me. She scurried off, cause she’s very busy. I gave them all a choice of Quality Street 
nibbles, and we all moved out to catch the bus.
On the way back through Daybrook, St Paul’s Church looked radiant in the sunshine. I took a photo through the bus window. I associate cold weather with St Pauls, cause I go to the remembrance service there, which is as you know, in November.
Got the fodder sorted and watched an Auf Wiedersehen Pet DVD.
At the top of the gravel footpath into the park, I was impressed with the greenery starting to return.
On the way down the path, it came over a bit darker and the sky was looking so picturesque.
The view from the kitchen window was excellent.
The nosh had finished cooking and came out recent like and appetizing too!
When I woke up, it was getting dark and the rain was belting down outside.
I was sat there thinking of what needed doing today.
The slow-cooker basin I’d left soaking overnight cleaned up well.Got the kettle on and made a cuppa. 
Down to the laundry room and retrieved the clothes. Oh dear… The washing was as wet as it was when I put it in the dryer an hour ago. I suppose I’d got something wrong when setting it because there was no fluff in the catch box? Humph, idiot I am!
Popped outside to take a photograph of some daffodils struggling through.
Just timed it spot on, the message panel just turned to Finish as I arrived in the laundry room.
Did a bit more on this diary then started to fill the colour coded medication pots with the appropriate tablets and drugs.
Feeling a lot happier now!
The Morrison man arrived and helped me take the stuff into the kitchen as I had too much stuff to go on the trolley in one go.
So after much kerfuffle and messing about, I very belatedly got the fodder prepared. Which consisted of:
to allow access to the hole in the wall for the Nottingham City Homes man when he comes later today.
He left to fetch a can of filler.
He threw the lump of filler into the sink as he unsuccessfully tried to stop it coming out and even further down the wall.
it swells out more?
The mess on the sockets will have to wait until later, as I was making it worse by trying to clean it before it had dried?
I’ll have to wait and see how it goes I suppose.
towels used up to now in my efforts to clean the place after he’d gone.
So, I put a tin of mini hot dog sausages in the saucepan and flavoured a tin of tomatoes with basil, salt and black pepper and warmed them both up for me second choice evening fodder.
Patti Beckert, my oldest cyber friend, had sent me an email. I answered her after doctoring a photo I took of Clinton Street in Nottingham.
Got the new paring knife, and started to slice and cut the parsnips and carrots ready to spray with sunflower oil and bake in the oven… Whoopsiedangleplop!
It came out alright and I was pleased with the result, although using the knife and fork was hindered by having to change the dressing on the thumb again. All okay later, nay bother!
Although I could not recall placing the order, I must have.
I’m back! And considerably perked up I might add! Why you ask? (Or maybe not like) I’ll tell you; No bleeding from Hem Aroid and only the tiniest bit from Little Inchy, no dizzies now and, it is drizzling rain outside with a hint of mist. Maybe it is because of the improved conditions healthwise, but I saw such beauty in this photo I took from the kitchen window.
Getting into and out of the bath was easier than usual. Feeling a bit better, when I set off to catch the L9 bus into town. I got down and realised it was a Saturday and there is no 0930hrs L9 bus running, so I caught the L8 into Sherwood, then a bus to the city.
it was a struggle getting through all the folks standing in the centre aisle, but I bravely persisted and got off on Mansfield Road at the stop for the Nottingham Arboretum. 
As I walked down through the park towards the Duck Pond, I espied a courting couple of mallards on the grass. I struggled to get the umbrella up and tried to take a decent photo from underneath of it.
about, and very few mallards too?
I took a hobble through Trinity Square feeling a bit better again then. Took some photographs to post on the TFZ site later.
Walked on to the bus stop, no L9’s available, so I caught the 40 bus. That was busy too today. I wondered if something had been taking place that I didn’t know about with so many passengers getting on.
The rain turned heavy again as we moved off from the bus stop.
Got the fodder going.