Inchcockski – Sunday 27th September 2020: Montezuma’s revenge, I shouldn’t eat Chilli-Con-Carne!

Fowl-Deeds at the TFZer Cool-It-Cabin? Hehe!

Sunday 27th September 2020

Norwegian: Søndag 27 September 2020

02:00hrs. : I stirred into a mock, semi-awake state of mind, and soon discovered that I needed a wee-wee. I could see the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) had not been used from where I lay, which was a bonus for me, cause I can now nip to the wet room, without having to take the pale to be cleaned and sanitised with me. As I rolled sideways to remove my preponderantly, over-bulky-stomached body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, nauseatingly-beige coloured recliner. Suddenly, there no time to even catch my balance now, I could sense the PMAD Pre-Micturition Dribble, was doing its best to escape, so a hasty-hobble to the wet room was made.

I got in the room, dropped the PPs, and thought I was going to let rip a torrential, intense blast of wee-wee into the bowl. But, no! A weak sprinkling for a few seconds and that was it? This felt all wrong. Hey-ho! I washed the hands slowly, just in case any after-leaking started, there was no more.

As I made my way to the kitchenette, I noticed than many of the regular ailments were more noticeable by their absence, this morning, up to now, anyway! Arthur Itis, SSS, (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and Anne Gyna to start with! But the oddity of the pathetic wee-wee, tells me something is brewing from the innards. A twinge here and there from the bowels! So I didn’t adopt any Smug-Mode!

I’d put the *Nokia camera on a charge, so I took a photo from the kitchen window with the complicated top learn Kodak camera. *Ah, just noticed, this, I meant, Nikon camera! I used the Night setting. It’s even worse than the Nikon and Canon at night shots! Tsk!

I was about to make a start on doing the Health checks – and the bladder tried to release its load straight away! A panic flap, and rush to the wet room, hitting my right shoulder en route, Argh!, but got there with seconds to spare (Just). I was fortunate in making it in time – wet, sloppy yet so quick and painful. I pinned the blame on myself, for having the Chilli-con-carne for my nosh, last night! Mind you, Tim Price told me a good chilli would clear me out – he was right!

Cleaning myself took long enough, but the splashed all over the bowl mess, took ages as well! 

But at least only one flush was required… I can tell, there will be more visits during the day.

Back to the kitchen, and got on with Health Checks. The sphygmomanometerisationing results were a bit scary! I think I’ve used the wrong photo here? I thought the SYS was at 167 on the machine?

Then the stick thermometer gave me a really low reading, then? Am I perhaps on my last legs here? Ready for the Great Leader above to call me to his side?  Not that this would be a problem, I’ve a few questions I’d like to ask him about.

Made a brew Thompsons Punjana, and another dash to the Porcelain Throne (2)! A repeat performance again. I got a feeling of deja vu! Although the evacuation was of a tad smaller in volume, still wet and splashy, mind. The cleaning up took a lot longer this time, for some reason.

The personal cleaning was awfully painful, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were almost screaming out loud! Hehehe! The innards were beginning to stab at me a bit, I think there are still some actions to come.

Made a brew of Glenbgettie Gold tea, and had to rush back to the Porcelain-Throne again (3)! Oh, dearie me! The last of the ‘good’ toilet paper has now been used-up! I’m onto the thin cheap crap from Amazon now. Resulting in an even bigger mess to clean up tan last time. The same type of evacuation, but so much less and even quicker job. Still hurt though! Tsk!

The tea had gone cold, so made another drink of Thompsons Punjana, this time. Then I got Computer Cameron going. Going for another wee-wee, I noticed the Humidity & Temperature monitor, both were within the guidelines.

I used the Kodak, and it produced a nothing-it-looked-like, to the eye, photo of my right foot! As I didn’t see any shaded areas as I reviewed the shot through the eye-lens, everything looked bright and clear. Klunglefrazzles! I think the auto flash on the Kodak made the feet look worse than they were.

I updated yesterday’s blog, not much left that needed doing. Made a drink of Glengettie, had a wee-wee and Pinterested some pictures.

Then, I had to visit the Porcelain Throne (4th) again, and it required some swift, dextrous moves on my behalf, to get there in time before the onslaught of an evacuation started! I’m getting worn-out with these visits, and all the sanitising and cleaning up that accompany each one! Schluberdubersnarl!

Got the updating finished and sent off. Then onto Facebooking catch-up, that took a long time. On the WordPress Reader, some great stuff on there today. Comments, and Winwood Heights Facebook page. Got a template made for the blog. Then went to make a brew…

Then, I had to revisit the Porcelain Throne, the 5th one of the day! At last, there were indications that the attack was easing, far less content this time, but it was messier than ever, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were suffering something rotten! Got the place and myself cleaned up again.

Back to the computer, and spent a couple of hours sorting out the graphics on CorelDraw. I’m not sure if its the programme, the computer, or me; but things keep moving from one folder to another in just one file? Probably me!

Now, weak and weary and weak, I decided to get the Ablutions done, it felt like they were really needed! Well, they were required, a damned good freshening shower and the loofa and glove will be well used! Then, guess what?

Yes, back on the Porcelain Throne (6th time this morning). Still messy, but less content methinks. I had a good clean up, as the tummy still rumbled. I suppose the problem arose from my having the Chilli-Con-Carne last night. I wondered why I’d not had any for months, I remember why now. Hahaha! I’ll check the cupboard later, and dish any cans of chilli that I find. Tsk!

I utilised the lemon-fresh air-spray and set about the ablutionisationing.

  • Doing the teeth, I found another split in a tooth, that’s four teggies with problems now, they’re not many left, either. Toothache Terence played up, of course. Three dropsies.
  • Great shaving session, only one small cut, and just two dropsies!
  • The showering went without dropping the showerhead – mind you there were four other dropsies. The worst, being the little-slim last bar of carbolic soap, it shattered into tiny pieces? Can’t get anymore now. So I used the lemon bar, not that I can smell any lemon in it! Humph!
  • Just the one knock against the grab bar as I retrieved the loofa from the deck. And it didn’t set SSS off either. I think the brain-pain department is worried more over the bout of the Chilli-prompted Diahorrea.
  • The medicationalisationing, as to be expected, was so painful. Well, the rear end was. The furuncle had been obliterated by the outcoming torrents from the bowels, I couldn’t even feel it this morning? Poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids suffered the most, bleeding and stinging without any respite. Brunglebogles!

I got some hand-washing done in the kitchen sink. Used the dark-clothing liquid I got from the Bargain Shop in town. When I picked it up, I thought there must have been a leak, cause it’s the first time I’ve used the bottle, the seal seemed okay, but it was half-empty? Brunglebogs! Perhaps I can apportion blame to the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock? Tsk!

I had a look at the latest figures for the Coronavirus in Nottingham. It as not looking so good. The 154 figure is for the last 7 days.

With stomach aching and grinding away, I started this blog going. But soon realised the time, and had to stop, as Josie’s Sunday lunch needed preparing, so I washed the hands well, dried them, and got on with it.

I was proud of this week’s cheesy potatoes, chives, Squid vinegar, Leicester Cheese, and a knob of Morrison’s best Brittany butter with sea-salt, all went into the mix. The fish in batter, garden peas, Surami sticks, tomatoes, Marmite cheese and beetroot finished off the plate. Added some chocolate bars and a can of pink gin and tonic on the tray. Made my way to Josie’s door with the feast.

On my way to her door, I suddenly felt a little poorly, weak, and oh, so tired. Josie mentioned that I looked rather qualmish. (I must look what that means later, Hehe!) She okayed the look of the meal, and we swapped hellos then farewells. I wanted to let her get the meal while the fish, garden peas and cheesy potatoes were still warm.

I took to the smell of the fish in-batter I’d served Josie. And I decided to have the same myself. Although it was early, I thought it an idea to get my nosh now, and refill the frequently-emptied innards, plus I was suddenly feeling so weary and tired, I knew there was a chance of my falling asleep the moment I got settled down. This was a good idea, for I sensed the body was telling me it needed to rest and recuperate.

I took the medications early and prepped my own nosh. Fish in batter, Surami, tomatoes, garden peas and the leftover cheesy potatoes from Josies. Two tiny tubs of mousse as well. To my own amazement, I ate the lot!

I washed the pots and settled down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, unstable, pukingly-beige-coloured, most-uncomfortable, no-longer working, heavy, yet tottery, rickety, rusty, rachitic, recliner.

That was it for me, the day was done. I spent about six hours, drifting-off to sleep and waking again! On the plus side, despite the rumbling from the innards, there were no more calls to the Porcelain Throne. I gave up trying to get and stay asleep and got up at 02:00hrs.

Montezuma’s revenge, the huckleberry two-steps, or dysentery, call it what you will, but worra terrible, testing, Trotski’s trying, torrential-teeming, Porcelain-Throne record attending, day!

Inchcockski – Saturday 26th September 2020: Mind meandering, mostly, today!

Saturday 26th September 2020

Spanish: Sábado 26 de Septiembre de 2020

01:50hrs: Woke, and I removed my elephantine body from the c1968 recliner, and toddled dodgily for a wee-wee. Crapola! The finger’s knuckle PIPs (Proximal interphalangeal joints), were agony, and I failed to get Little Inchy out in time! Then the inopinate MAD (Micturition After-Dribble) added to the embarrassment. Also, the style of wee-weeing was a bladder-shuddering PSL (Powerful-Spraying-Short-Lived) release, which meant I had to spend ages washing, cleaning and disinfecting. ‘What a start to the day’ I thought! And it wasn’t half cold in the flat this morning! Brunglebogs, Brrr!

I collected the Nikon and took it with me to the kitchen, and noticed that the lens cap was not on it. (Nothing unusual in that, I often misplace it and have troubles finding it again!) But today’s search around proved a total failure and cost me so much time again. I looked around near where I expected to find it first, near the computer, but no.

Then I went into the wet-room, not there either. To the kitchen, and ferreted through the drawers, window ledge, and scouted around the cupboards and containers, all without any luck. I then basically, carried another search of the same areas. I was getting rather cold, but my desire to find the lens cap drove me on probing everywhere, against no success. I got down on all fours looking under the furniture, and by the time I’d struggled to get back on my plates, I decided to make a brew of tea, and try to think backwards of the last photo I’d taken. Aha, a semi-brainwave arrived; I’ll look on the SD card to see where I was when I took the last photograph!  tried

Turned on the Nikon, and got the ‘No Card in this Camera’ message. Argh! But I wasn’t too bothered, the SD is bound to be in the card reader inside the computer… But no, it wasn’t! Now the worrying started. After yet another hunt around, I got out an old well-used card to use, stupidly thinking the last picture would show up, of course, it didn’t!

Now, seriously questioning my sanity, I returned the card to the drawer, and guess what I saw? Yes, the SD card I was searching for, sat there almost looking back at me, on top of the landline phone! I stopped for a moment to digest just how bonkers I was going. Then had another scavenge about, looking for the lens cap. No luck!

So, back to the kitchen, to get the Health Checks done, (All the time, I was checking here and there and keeping my eye out for the precious lens cap, as I did the checks). I was becoming fixated about it!

I got the sphygmomanometer and the thermometer out of the medical drawer and did the checks.

The SYS was still too high, but al least it had come down a midge.

The stick-thermometer showed a reading of only34.1° or 31.7°c. I think it might be the higher one, I couldn’t remember what it came out as. Not surprisingly, with the state of my mind after such a hectic bout of Whoopsiedangleplops to start the day. Gangleboggleisations! 

I took the morning medications, made a brew, and the cold ran through mt body, making me shiver a bit. So I took the brew of Glengettie Gold with me, and I headed to get some clothes on and get a bit warmer.

: Well, getting the trousers on was not easy either. Just as I was stood on the right leg, and lifted the left to get into the trews, Perfect timing Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances! I managed to use the wall, then the recliner as support to prevent me going over, but still don’t know how I managed to stay on my plates, as I wobbling-away. And the jerking remained for a longer time than it has ever before, and this started SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley off as well! I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. Even the innards started stabbing at me, then! Grindingagonydamit!

I got sat down in the swivel chair and drank the now tepid tea. Tried to relax a little, calm me down. The general shakes started then. Vision blurred, and a bit of a panic-fretting station was brewing. Enough!

After a little Thought-Storming, I felt much better. Not exactly panurgic, but ready to press on, and try again to get the trousers on, nervously. The jerking hadn’t fully stopped, but I coped better this time and kept upright. A smug-mode helped me regain some concentration…

I pulled up the trews, and fastened them, and guess what I found in the left-hand pocket? Go on, have a guess! Only the Nikon lens cover! While feeling a right nincompoop, I was over-the-moon with this discovery! Yee-Ha!

I was in a much calmer frame of mind now. And got on with updating the Friday blog, with a certain gusto, determination, and SSS knocking the hell out of me! Agonydangles! As I grafted away, the dreaded Hum started, it was so annoyingly loud! I got the updating finished, posted it off to WordPress, emailed the link. went on the Facebook updating, then the WordPress Reader.

I came across some old photos of Mansfield Road and saved them to file, for doctoring into a separate blog, cause they are great, memory, and thought – I’ll create a blog later with them, time permitting.

Throughout the morning, I’ve had to take several, well, many, wee-wees, the surprising thing is, they were all of the TWWAMD (Trickling-Weak-With-After-Micturition-Dribbling) mode! But a little patience (which I didn’t have earlier) I had no messes or leakages to sort out. Smug-Mode-Defcon-3 adopted. Hehehe! 

Now, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, no messing about from me, I hobbled hastily to the wet room. All the signs, twinges and indications were that this was going to be a painful, heavy, marathon, session! So, I settled and got the crossword book out.

Within a minute or so, the whole evacuation was over and done with! Did it hurt? It always does, positive agony many times sometimes. However, today’s deposit left in the porcelain china bowl, was the least painful and the quickest for many a month! Is my bad-luck fading? Oh, I do hope so! Hahaha!

Hello, I think Herbert’s gone shopping, the noise has stopped.

Another TWWAMD wee-wee, and made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, and started to put together and doctor the Mansfield Road History photographs, ready to create the next blog with.

Herberts back, tap-tap, clunk, bang!

Phew! Got the Mansfield Road post done at last. Link: Sherwood Memories

I must get a graphic done for the diary headers, so back to CorelDraw to do another couple, at least. Well, I finished one.

Now, will the prescriptions be arriving? They are due today, but nothing yet. Got the nosh sorted and served up.

I risked a Chilli-Con-Carne, with curried beans, tasted it in the saucepan, too hot for me, so I added a sachet of black bean sauce, it might calm it down a little. Did some Southern flavoured fries to go with it. Not bad at all, ate some bread thins to soak up the liquids. Taste-Rating: 7/10, a smidge hot to my liking, but I ate the lot of it!

Got the pots washed, and tried my best to stay awake in case the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, were going to deliver on time for once. The silly ideas I get! They didn’t arrive. And I drifted off to sleep.

20:05hrs, the time is the first thing I looked at when the noise woke me up. Herbert, I think doing his model train building, certainly coming from above, but it might be water pipes or anything. Still, its better than at midnight as yesterday.

No problem dropping off again for once, boy, was I tired!

Friday 25th September 2020: The Go-Wrongables were Rampant again. Glumbleclops!

TFZers Making a Film, perhaps? ♥

Friday 25th September 2020

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 25ain Medi 2020

23:58hrs (Yesterday): I woke, thanks to some noise that sounded like someone tapping hard with a stick on the floor, came from above? It may have been something in the water-works I suppose? It could have been going on for a while and did not bestir me earlier, but the five clunks, with a few seconds between them, I heard without my hearing aids in? I had to get up and have a look around, well, a wee-wee first, then I took a look outside, and in the flats lobby, but I’ve no idea what it was or where it came from, other than somewhere above. Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock,’ was back attacking again! I hope it wasn’t noisy-Herbert trying to get help. Certainly not fireworks this time.

Feeling a little like Stan Laurel, I blinked, and made my way aimlessly to the kitchen, blurry-eyed, and annoyed that I could not find anything out about the midnight-tapping.

And got on with the Health Checks. The stick thermometer gave another decent reading of 34.8°c for me.

Then I got the sphygmomanometer from the medical cupboard and utilised it. Oh, dearie me, the flipping SYS was up again! Will it ever come withing range again! So, there’s no ♫ Home, home on the range ♫ for me then? Hahaha! 

By gum, it’s not-half nippy this morning!

I got mini-potatoes, that seemed a little large for mini-potatoes to me, in the crock-pot, and added some of the Squid brand vinegar to marinate for a while.

Got the computer going, and got ready to update the Inchcock Today diary.

But, could I find where my reading glasses were?  No! I even got down (foolishly) on my knees to have a look underneath the cabinet, in case they’d fallen off.

Getting back up was a challenge, but I managed it with only Back-Pain-Brenda giving me any bother, mind you, it hurt!

After a search around in silly places, I decided I’d have to wear the old ones and cope as best I could. I can have an in-depth forage around for the misplaced new spectacles later on. As I settled again, there they were, to my right, two-and-a-half feet away from me, there they were! I did feel like a right fool, idiot, pillock, dumbo, plonker, wassock and putz! But these are frequent emotions of mine nowadays. One gets partially-used to the stupidity and memory-loss.

Herbert accompanied me with his frequent drumming noises, as I pressed on with sorting out the photo’s to use. And a few hours later, I got the Thursday blog finalised. What a slog that was, Humph! I emailed the links, went on the WordPress Reader, Pinterested some snaps, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, then went on a mammoth Facebook updating session.

Made up a template, then made the Sainsburys order for next week, Wednesday 30th Sept, twixt 7-8 a.m. Put it on the Google calendar. And tended to the ablutionalisationing.

: Not such a good session this time, I’m afraid. Toothache Trevor kicked off. 3 dropsies.

Then a few nicks shaving, many dropsies, the foam can twice, and I lost count of the razor’s dropsies. I was on the verge of giving up and trying later! Gragnangles! But I stuck at it.

Next, the showering was a bothersome and painful affair. The showerhead went down, clouting Arthur Itis’s left knee en route to the floor! I had two bangs into the grab rail, hip and head when I went to pick-up the thrice dropped carbolic soap! As I came out of the shower I did a double – I walked into the sock-glide, and stubbed my toe against the metal shower-chair at the same time! This session certainly made up for the previous two easy-going ones!

On a brighter note, the legs I thought were looking a lot better today.

But I wasn’t bothered, it didn’t hurt much, I didn’t start using naughty language, or feeling sorry for myself, oh, no. Ahem!

After the sock-glide incident, things calmed down. Dizzy Dennis departed, and I got on with the towelling down and medicalisationing. Which both went marvellously? Not knocking anything over or walking into anything, the furuncle was dying off I think, cause it gave no pain at all! Harolds Haemorrhoids were not too fierce at all! Yee-Ha!

I got the computer closed down, to give it time to cool down. And got a load of waste-bags made up. I’m not taking the recycling bag, although it is nearly full, cause I don’t want top miss window cleaner Pete, calling. I got a bag for dropping off at Jenny and Franks on the three-wheeler, ready to go to the chute. I had a check around before leaving, to monitor the state of the taps (faucets), heaters, stove, lights, doors, sink plugs etcetera.

Out to the rubbish room with the bags, and got them down the chute, I had a bit of bother doing this, because Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters had started failing again, so I had to take care; that iron chute-lid can be lethal! 

I got to the lift lobby and was soon down on Jenny’s floor. Dropped the bag near the door of their flat, and as I came out, Frank appeared at the door. He was looking in rude health bless him. I wished him a happy Christmas from a distance, he returned the best wishes and laughed. I love it when folks laugh spontaneously.

Getting the elevator back up to the twelfth floor, was a nightmare. It must have taken me half-an-hour! (At least it felt like it!) The contractor lift arrived, which we are not allowed to use, a chap in it said something to me, but I didn’t catch what he was saying, but he seemed in a good mood.

The Residents lift arrived and had two people in it, they were not wearing masks, so I declined their offer of getting in with them.

The cage went down to the ground floor, then started coming up, it went by the ninth floor I was at, and came down again, with a chap in it, he had no mask on wither, I politely declined his offer, telling him I was after going up, not down.

The lift went down to the 4th floor and stayed there for yonks. Eventually moving down to the ground floor, then up the top floor, and started coming down, and was on the 13th floor for ages. I expected people to be in it and got ready to explain I was going up when the cage stopped, but there was no one in it?

It came back up, (I needed another shave by then, Hahaha!) and it was empty, I got in and back up to my level.

As I got out, the need of a wee-wee, made me hasten a little and going through the flat’s foyer door, I clouted my right shoulder on the frame. When I got in the apartment, a Nottingham City Homes Newsletter had been delivered. I didn’t know what it was, but it looked official to me, and I feared it might be the appointment for either the bladder or bowel scan. I didn’t read it yet, I hadn’t got the time to.

I got the kettle on, well, I had the wee-wee first, of course, to make room for the brew. Haha!

I rebooted the computer, and a Your Area Newsletter had arrived.

So, I had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures for Nottingham. It was a smidge confusing for me. As you might know, I have trouble with number calculations, this started after I’d had the stroke.

Arithmophobia it’s called. Or is it Dyscalculia? Or both? I’ll look it up on Google.

My problem must be Dyscalculia. I found this article. Czechoslovakian researcher Ladislav Kosc defined the disorder as, A structural disorder of mathematical abilities” caused by impairment to the parts of the brain used in mathematical calculations. With the stroke, it makes sense, to me. But I waffle again, sorry!

Then, I found later that it must be correctly stated as ‘Acquired Dyscalculia’: It read; Usually acquired as the result of a stroke or injury. Another ailment that will need naming, and I can use to sound more intelligent than wot I am really. Har-har!

On the ‘Your Nottingham’ emailed report, it gave this statement and updated figures for the Coronava statistics in Nottingham. Neither of the publications gives a very bright, or encouraging viewpoint, do they? Anti-Gloom tablets needed? Hehehe! 

It’s 14:40hrs now. No signs of Pete, the window cleaner, and its getting towards my nosh and head-down time. I’ve been up for 14 hours or so, now. Thanks to being woken up at midnight. Just thought I’d mention it again!

I rang Frank and Jenny, Frank was there, but Pete did them and left them hours ago. So I don’t know whether to make the nosh and get my head down or not? Will he be calling? Did my getting stuck waiting for a lift cause me to miss him? Oh, shit!

I took some photos of the beautiful late afternoon clouds. Very nice they looked too, but I didn’t really appreciate it, with not knowing what’s going on with the windows, and dare not go to bed, in case Pete arrived.

I rang Jenny again, in the hope that she knew something about the window cleaner’s situation. But, no answer.

Feeling a bit down now! Going to try and get a graphic done… Hello, the landline ringeth and flashes! It was from Jenny. She’s found out what had happened, for me. Apparently, Pete went up to the 13th floor by mistake. And someone told him they didn’t want the windows doing! Claptickleisation! I’m a lucky bugger!

Thank heavens for Jenny! ♥

So, I got on with making the meal.

The Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes, and onions tasted. The Irish potato farls were too.

I got the pots washed, took a wee-wee, got washed and imbibed the evening medications. Then, down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner.

It wasn’t long, before my frustrated brain, and incapacitated, over-stomached, wobbly-bellied body, was safe in the hands of Sweet Morpheous. Better late than never! Bliss!

Inchcock -Thurs 24 Sept 2020: A sort of No Win day. Humph!

TFZers having a get-together? ♥

Thursday 24th September 2020

Catalan: Dijous 24 de Setembre de 2020

03:20hrs: On my regaining consciousness, I feared straight away that I would not make it in time to take the urgently needed wee-wee. Determined to save having to change the PP’s in case of any escapages, and the self-embarrassment, I fumbled my way, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty recliner, and hauled by stomach on legs to the wet room, as fast as I could manage. And, without any walking into any doorframes! Smug-Mode-Considered, but not adopted, yet.

The fact that there was the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) that I passed en route that I could have used didn’t dawn on me until later. (What a clot!) The mode of wee-wee was an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) one, and soon over with. Still, there were no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbles) leakages. I then engaged a mini-smug-mode! Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette.

I got the Health Checks done first. A bit of a shock from the sphygmomanometer SYS reading results; back up to 163. now. Tsk! DIA 83 and Pulse at 82, both seemed highly acceptable figures to me.

The stick-thermometer showed up a temperature of 34 point something or other, celsius. Not one of my betterer photographicalisations! Things seem to be at the whim of nasty young  Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters again, at present.

I bravely opened the window, to try to take three similar shots of the view, in different modes; I want to find out which is the best one for night shooting. But every time I try this, they come out different to the morning before’s efforts? I think I have reached my peak in photography, the ailments and stroke have to be acknowledged as the main perpetrators of this calamitous failure! Hey-ho!

Five hours later, when creating this blog: Oh, dearie me, I’ve just Published this by mistake! Nicodemus’s fault again! I get annoyed sometimes!


So, I copied it with a different title, then deleted (binned) it. And wallah! I can carry on again. Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel! A positive Putz! Shlimazel, Shlump and Shmegegge!


I took a photographicalisation from te unwanted, letting rain-in, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean for old folk, designed by an uncommunicative sadistic Gerontophobic, in hopes that injuries will ensue to the elderly residents, window, of straight down on Chestnut Walk.

I made a brew of Glengettie. Took the medications, and returned to the front room and got the computer going, to start updating yesterday’s diary of woe.

But, no! The flaming Microsoft Pictures ap, would not find or read photographs at all! Argh!

After another wasted hour or so, it started working. I’d like to think this was due to my brilliant, cunning, changing options and searching for help on the web – but it wasn’t. I had no idea what the heck I was doing. Gragnangles!

I got the photos loaded and doctored to suit me, and despite Nasty-Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters, I got the updating finished. I’ve felt better and fitter after a gruelling game of squash than I do at the moment! I hate computers, no doubt because I can’t fully understand them? Like with the new camera, I’m at a loss!

: As I was about to make a fresh brew, the innards stung at me, and a movement from the bowels started off on its own, or rather the innards rangatiratanga, against the door frame! Shame! Got seated and the action began, slow. Painful and massive! As I took a look so I could fill in all the questions on the Bowel Movement log, I was gobsmacked to see thick white streaks in it! I’ll not go into any more detail. Just to say, it frits me!

A thorough clean around, hand-scrubbing and back to the computer! Taking extreme care in getting through the doorway!

I got the Email-link sent off. Then on Facebooking catch-up. The WordPress Reader section, and Pinterested some of the photographs. The updating took me longer than it ever has before! A bit like going to the toilet, really. Hahaha! 

07:50hrs: And Herbert was up and about, judging by the clunking and tap-tapping coming from above. If he wasn’t so taciturn and snobbish, I’d love to ask him what it is he’s making, this time.

As I started to update this template, a repeat performance from the rear-end arrived. I really fell off of the swivel chair in my haste to the wet room. And what a difference this time. Even more painful, but so much quicker, Shplurt and done! Messy this time. It came in broken sections and had sunk out of view, and that’s a first for many months! So I couldn’t see if there were any of the white streaks in it. It was undoubtedly wetter and messier than the previous one – but why did it hurt so much? However, it was a rare second visit, so hard to guess.

Back to computing and wee-weeing. Haha! Not at the same time!

I’d not been going long when the landline burst forth. Aha, it was Jenny, bless her cotton socks. She’s arranged for the window cleaner to come and do me tomorrow. What an Angel! We had an enjoyable good long chinwag, a laugh, a moan, and she really cheered me up!  Thanks, Jenny! ♥ You’ll never know how much you brightened my day!

As I put down the phone, I knocked the pen and pad off of the desk. Thinking it was a good idea, I continued to replace the handset, and I saw the long picker-up on the flat airing bars, “I’ll use that” I said… As Robbie Burns wrote, “The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley”!

I knocked the waste bin over fetching the grabber, and had a right mess to sort out! Tsk! I think I might have said something like; ‘Well, fancy that!’

I was well-late in getting the ablutions done. So, off to the wet room! And I thought yesterdays session went well. But I was even luckier today. Teeth cleaning, hardly any pain from Toothache Terence. Shaving, one, yes, just one nick! (I even went into a super Smug-mode, typing this, Haha!) The showering had not gone as well for months, no bangs falls or knocks, and zero dizzies. Just a few dropsies, soap, flannel. (Smug-Mode Upgraded to Defcon Three!) The legs were as near to normal as they have been for years now!

The drying off was easy and accident-free! Ah, the medicationalisationing, well that was the only real bother. The furuncle started to bleed and puss-out a tad, that was a painful experience. Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. But the worst was putting the PP’s on, I had a loss of balance when I went down, I caught the furuncle on the corner of the floor cabinet. I apologise to anyone who might have heard my ‘Argh’ followed by a naughty word! But it didn’t half sting!

Gone midday already now. With so many Whoopsies and Accifauxpas, and a lot of time sorting them out, I was going down in spirits, but I thought of Jenny, and her brave outlook on things, and it stopped the rot.

Back on the computerisationing. Must find time to do at least two more graphics for the page headers, and make another template for tomorrow. I’ll make a start on it now. Back in a bit, I hope, anyway. Haha! Got on CorelDraw and began creating.

Only one done. I made it too complicated a graphic, and got involved in creating something for far too long. Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures, and turned off to get the nosh done.

The canned pork knuckle, various tomatoes, fries, garden peas and beetroot salad made up the meal.

Flavour-Rating was given of 8.8/10, that knuckle is tasty enough for Her Majesty, although it will most likely be Pheasant and Port she’ll be having for her supper. Hehe!

Herbert is still at it with his modelling. Klunk, tap, tap… I’d love to know what he’s making.

Had the first serving of the Iceland-bought ice-cream after. Not the best tasting I’ve had, but it made a nice change.

Washed medications and got down in the £300, second-hand recliner, to watch some more of the Dr Who DVD. But again, I kept nodding off and waking minutes later. So turned off the TV, and got ready for the Thought-Storms… but they didn’t come. Ye-Haa! But sweet Morpheus did.

Unfortunately, at precisely 23:55hrs, I was rudely awakened by several (Obviously loud, or I would not have heard them without my hearing aids in) tapping or knocking sounds. It reminded me of some TV programme where the Grandmother would tap her stick on the bedroom floor to get the families attentions. (Wish I could remember the name of the programme now) The knocks seemed to be coming from right above me (Herbert). About six of them, all paced-slowly, as if timed, or made by a machine? I was concerned, is Herbert knocking for help? Then I pondered over whether it was fireworks, and had to get up to check outside, but nothing seemed out of order. By then, any chance of getting back to sleep had dissipated, so I stayed up. Grobleknackerbangles!

Inchcockski – Wednesday 23rd September 2020: It was mostly ackamarackus today!

Butlers Thoughts: What a cracker!

Wednesday 23rd September 2020

Hawaiian: Pōʻakolu 23 Kepakemapa 2020

01:50hrs: I woke up, with very little interest in doing anything or getting up. Unknowingly, I drifted back into slumber.

02:20hrs: I bestirred once again, had a Thought-Storm, passed wind, and fell back to sleep!

02:30hrs: On regaining consciousness for the third time, I felt somewhat miffed at doing so.

The whole body and mind just wanted to nod-off again, indifferent, and not understanding the mind’s messages coming through, that advised me to get up? I was still determined to go back to sleep again! This ante meridiem tempted me not, regards to moving, let alone getting up! This reluctance was most usual for me, but it started yesterday, and was even more accentuated this morning?

I could have wept when the regular wee-wee wanting demands came. But at least it got me moving, albeit recalcitrantly. By the time I’d forced my body mass out of the £300, c1968 recliner, caught my balance. And had a pathetic attempt at a wee-wee in the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket), the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off I trudged to the wet-room.

Well, I got sat down, and the usual solidness refused to let me pass anything, so I gave up trying. As I was struggling to my feet, I immediately sensed some PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble) coming, and I couldn’t have been in a better position, a foot away from the WC! Hahaha! This time the wee-wee was of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting), torrential wee-wees (A rarity for me!)

Had a wash and rinse; no need to change the PP’s for once. And tried to gee-myself up a bit, off to the kitchen to open the window and try to make a decent early morning photo of the view, again. Although I thought I had taken this picture, it seems to have got lost in the ether somewhere, cause it was no on the card later? Could this be another of those frustrating days in the offing? Mmm!

Back to the front room to get some trousers on, it was a bit nippy with me opening the window.

I espied that I had left the tray with the plates and cutlery unwashed on the ottoman. Guilt-Mode nearly adopted!

I got them washed-up and some potatoes in the crock-pot for later then started to do the Health Checks.

The temperature was still looking good at dead on, 35°c. I did feel a bit proud of myself after Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters (Swine!) caused me to drop the thermometer on the floor. I was sensible-ish enough this time, to not even think of bending down this time to retrieve it. I went to fetch the long picker-upperer to use. A semi-smarmy-smug-mode was adopted! 

After I’d taken the BP, the need for the Porcelain Throne returned, and I felt the need to move with all haste, back to the wet-room. But it was a painful session, probably the most painful for months. Argh! The under-control of the innards motion was back to its old tricks, and allowed a little movement of the rock hard matter, and left me in agony waiting and praying for it to start again!

As I got the crossword book out, partly to take my mind of off the pain, another wee-wee started, a repeat of the LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting), torrential wee-wee mode! Even that hurt as well, and I got myself all wet in the splashback, then the rear-end activity started again; Oh, so slowly, and lasted for a couple of minutes at least!  Messy, more cleaning up again, but there was no bleeding at all? I think that after all, I’ll be happy to get the bladder and bowel scan done, now. And find out what it is causing these problems. (I think, Hehe!)

Hello, Herbert’s on his drilling and knocking up his models again!

I decided to get the ablutionalisationing done. Believe me, they have never gone better for yonks! Fantastic!

Faire enough, the legs were paler than ever. But the varicose and spider veins seem to have receded for some pleasing if unknown reason and the Clopidogrel allergy lumps were not to be seen anywhere? Goody!

The teeth-cleaning was almost painless!

Only one tiny nick shaving!

The showering was so amazing! No dizziness at all! No dropsies, not one! And only one mini clunk against the grab rail – this session went ‘fantabulously!’

As for the knees, the Arthur Itis-free patellas, I might add, they’ve never looked so normal for years! I anticipate that I’ll suffer for this good fortune at a later date. Hehe!

Just peruse these near-normal looking plates-of-meat! Again so pale, I should be worried, but the lack of growths, blotches etc. is great, if unbelievable!

Hours and hours after getting up, I finally got around to updating the Tuesday blog. With a dogged determination, I got it finished and posted off! Hurrah! Made a brew of Glengettie Tea, had another wee-wee, and back to the computer, I did flee! (Well it rhymes, Haha!)

Pinterested some snaps, made up a template, emailed the link, did some Facebooking and WordPress Reader viewing, some good stuff on there this morning. Then went on comment answering.

The Nottingham Your Area email came in, so I had a look for owt interesting to share with you.

I fear the first thing that caught my eye, was the Coronavirus figures. Not good at all: Sunday 90 new cases, Monday 93 new cases,  Tuesday 107 new cases! Not Good at all! “Rate of infection drops, but coronavirus cases continue to be reported across Nottinghamshire.

Then the thorny problem of students cramming full a tram, many without masks on. A difficult problem to solve! Apparently, last time Nottingham had 107 cases in a day, we went to full lock-down? Mmm?

I made a much-belated start on this blog, it’s gone midday now. Ah, well!

I’d better get some graphics for the diary headers done, then. So, onto CorelDrawing.

I got a couple of page-top graphics done.

Time for the nosh-making to commence! First, I went to check if any mail had been delivered, and heard the fire alarm going off! (I can only hear it going-off when I’m outside the flat or near the door). But it might just be a test?

So I got the Nikon camera and nipped out onto the balcony, to see if any Fire-tenders responded, which they didn’t. But it turned into a photographicalisationing, and nit-picking session. The first one, it was a good job the brigade did not respond, cause they would not have got through to the flat, due to parked vehicles on Chestnut Walk!

Spotted a car pulling up on the bus turn around with the yellow lines, no idea who it was, he/she got out to get something from the tailgate.

The rain came heavier then, as I took this closer shot of the double-yellow lines and vehicles near the compound. I don’t see they have any choice, the working van that had to park there. I had to take the pictures from deep in the balcony now, to avoid the rain!

Took this shot of the end car parking spaces through the glass.

It looked like someone had parked in the disabled hatched area? But maybe not, I may have got it wrong again. No surprise there!

Then I took this shot with some balconies in view, of Chestnut Walk. Aha! the bus turning island parker had now gone! I think that the TV people should do one of their ‘Britains Parking Hell programmes at Winwood Heights.

I turned my attention’s back to the fodder. Bit of a plateful, eyes bigger than my belly again. Haha! Manu highlights taste-wise, the Jenny su[[lied yellow tomatoes, the Cox’s orange pippin and the Irish potato farls all deserved a mention in the Tasted-Good stakes! Oh, and the home-grown onions, were fantastic and had a bite and a half! Mmm! A Flavour-Rating of 7.5/10!

I got the pots washed up, and took a couple more photos, from the balcony.

It was getting a smidge dull and dark earlier tonight. But the rain was dying down, not that it bothers me (a pluviophile) much, especially here inside the flat. I took another snap straight ahead, to capture the puffer clouds on the horizon, they made the view look a little like a painting to me? As if they had been added as an afterthought, perhaps?

Had yet another wee-wee, then a wash, and took the evening medications, made up spring water and orange cordial bottle, and settled to watch some more of the Dr Who DVD. I stayed awake for at least an hour, no nod-offs at all. Mostly due to the Thought-Storms than made concentrating on watching the DVD impossible.

I had a hell of a sneeze, that left me feeling partly-dizzy… and the Thought Storms just disappeared. So I did get some enjoyment from the DVD at last. But the weariness did for that, and blissfully, I drifted into Sweet Morpheous land.

Inchchcok – Tuesday 22nd September 2020: Not such a bad day today… I’ll pay for this later, mind!

TFZers, in Space! ♥

Tuesday 22nd September 2020

The Republic of Tatarstan: 22 сентябрь, сишәмбе

04:00hrs: I woke, still tired after a much-broken sleep, determinedly resisting any silly thoughts of getting up. Then remembered the Falls Team and Iceland delivery had to be prepared for. As I lay there, belly almost hanging over my knees, still resistant to any physical activity, the need for a wee-wee arrived. And, it was a close call and bit of a struggle, getting myself out of the c1968 recliner, to the bucket in time!

Unfortunately, the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), caught me out this morning. Darned good job I had the PP’s on! There was probably more pre-dribble than wee-weeing, it was of the MSAOS (Mini-Sprinkling-All-Over-Short) variety. So, off to the wet room, cleaned and sanitised my body and the bucket. Then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne.

As I settled on the throne, the innards-controlled evacuation started straight away, grindingly-slowly, and painful it was too! Some liquid with this one. Streaky blood, but not a lot. Washed-up again, and changed the PP’s.

Off to the kitchenette, and got the kettle on, and took a Nikon picture of the morning view. I could see the cloud cover in the darkness.

Getting the teabag pot opened, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters caused me to drop the lid.

No problem for an organised person like wot I am, I got the short picker-upperer, leant down to pick up the lid, and clouted my mouth-chin on the corner of the counter! iI may have uttered something like, ‘Well, fancy that’, Ahem! Then as I was straightening up, I knocked the lidless pot off of the top, and my beloved Glengettie Gold teabags scattered all over the floor! I wasn’t going to risk bending down again, so I used the long plastic brush and dustpan to sweep them up, and put them in the bin. Fighting back the tears. Haha!

Then had to go for yet another wee-wee. This one was the same, an MSAOS (Mini-Sprinkling-All-Over-Short) type. Rewashed.

Back to get the Health Checks done. The photograph that I took of the Boot’s sphygmomanometer readings hid the DIA reading, so I added a seven to the picture. I pretty confident that’s what was on display, but it has been known for me to get things wrong. Hahaha!

The stick thermometer had a good reading today, 35.6°c, the highest its been for months, methinks.

Took the medications, but I nearly had another Accifauxpas opening the tablet pod. A spot of luck there actually, they shot of and all landed on the tray. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

I got some mini-potatoes in the slow-cooker, and mushrooms in the saucepan, both with a little drop of the delightfully tasty, Squid vinegar to let them marinate. I’ll turn them on later, if I remember, of course. You should try this thin sauce, Mmm! 

I got the computer booted up, and had to make a template up first. Then, I could hardly believe it, I had to go for another wee-wee?

This one was a little more forceful, but not much, and the PMAD (Pre-Micturition After-Dribbling) did not catch me out this time! I waited for a moment or two afterwards as well, just in case of any after-leaks. By, gum, I’m getting the hang of this wee-weeing in old age, now. Hahaha! But it can be bothersome when one has to record every visit. I did the updating of the sheets of NHS’s Bladder-Bowels movements and details log. It is a palava.

Got an email and text message from Iceland. They gave an expected time of arrival for the delivery and told me to see the email for changes they have had to make to the order. So I had a look, they had not got any bleach available. No problem with that, I was only building up my stocks anyway. Fair enough!

I realised I had not yet sent off the Monday blog, but didn’t want to get halfway through and the delivery to come.

I got the ablutions carried out. Not one of my easier ones. Dropsies galore, toe-stubbing, cuts shaving, cleared the floor cabinet top with one swoop of the towel! However, the ankle and feet look there usual ghostly white, but the new ulcers seem to be dying off

The delivery arrived shortly after. I got the carriers into the kitchen and sorted out the fodder. It looks like a lot in this photo, but most of it was Christmas gifts for me to hand out.

Then I had to nip back for another wee-wee, the trickles again. Tsk! No pre, or post trickling, though this time.

Made a brew, I’ll get around to drinking one soon, instead of letting them get cold repeatedly!

I had a wash and updated the NHS Bladder and Bowel movements log.

Then I phoned Sister Jane and Pete, it was a lovely chinwag, but I lost connection at least three times, and Jane rang back, bless her. Just goes to show that even when you have new mobile phone, like their new £1,175.59, Samsung Galaxy Note20 Ultra 5G, Sim Free Android Mobile Phone Mystic Black phone. That comes packed with a pretty exciting spec list and that’s before you even consider the included ‘S’ pen. But if the network coverage is crap, it ain’t going to give a reliable service! Hehehe!

Not that I’m jealous of this, of course. Or their Lottery wins, Pools wins, being left a fortune by an unknown distant relative, etc. Ahem! Hehehe!

Twas nice to get a chinwagging in. And hear that Pete is coping with all his cancer treatments. Jane told me his hair now reminds her of Worzel Gummage. Hahaha!

I spent a long time in preparing the nosh tonight. With so many dropsies, I laughed at myself so oftern, and didn’t get all het-up like I mormally would have. So that was good; it may have been cause of the natter and laughs I had with Sister Jane?

The stew of sorts, a packet of beef in gravy, I made some extra Bisto and added it to the dish. The mini potatoes were gorgeous, the mushrooms not so good for some reason. But it still got a flavour-rating of 7.5/10 from me.

The plan was to take the dishes to get them washed, then settle to watch some of the Dr Who DVD, then search for Sweet Morpheus. This dishes and tray remained on the ottoman until morning. (Idle monkey!)

I kept nodding off for a minute or so, repeatedly having to rewind the DVD to find where I’d nodded-off. I gave up, and was asleep within about half-an-hour or so.

Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Monday 21st September 2020: A most kerflummoxing day!

TFZer Keith Hehehe!

Monday 21st September 2020

Spanish: Lunes 21 de Septiembre de 2020

02:35hrs: After some confusing fretting and pondering over my rare unwillingness to wake-up, my uhtceare cleared as I reached an unwilling, point of threshold consciousness, with a lack of confidence. Reticence and indisposedness towards even getting up had to be fought against. Then the quotidian need of a wee-wee made my mind up for me.

I had no choice, but to (apathetically) battle my bulbous-body out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, and get to the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). At this stage, I was not fully alert or aware. By the time I’d got the long shoe horn and got the slippers on, I’d hobbled by the bucket and was in the wet room before I realised it.

A wee-wee of the RSHH (Reluctant, Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) mode was taken. As I was hutching up the PP’s, a dose of AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) flowed of its own accord. So, a washing up and change of PP’s was called for. I seemed to be doing everything in a foggy-haze?

But luckily, I misjudged the distance on my right-hand side again and clouted my shoulder against the door frame. This brought me into a more awareness mode, and muttering a couple of curse words under my breath!

I gathered the bucket to the kitchenette to clean. I took the medications first this morning, including an extra Codeine 60g with the morning medications, to counter SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), who had been activated by my shoulder-charge against the wet room door. Hahaha!

I got the kettle on, and the machines out of the medical drawer, and fetched the Kodak, determined to get used to this camera’s workings, although my belief and confidence told me that I wouldn’t. (I didn’t either!) I took three shots of the morning view, all in different modes, Aperture Priority, Night Panorama and Auto. As you can see on the right here, this was not a success at all! So, back and swapped the Kodak for the Nikon.

Catastrophically, the Boot’s made in India sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading had shot back up again to 163 this time! Tsk!

The other two, DIA and the pulse seemed alright, or not so far wrong.

I was feeling a tad more chirpy and awake now. I hadn’t the foggiest idea why, mind.

The Boot’s made in China stick thermometer showed a reading of 34.3°c. Perhaps a tad low, but higher than it has been over the last week or so.

I got some baby new potatoes in the crock-pot, flavoured with just some of the gorgeously tasty Squid vinegar, got the mushrooms draining, and made myself a brew of, perhaps my third-favourite tea, Glengettie Gold. Bootiful!

I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne, all the signs and messages told me it was going to be a big one, although the lower tummy-pangs felt different! I was not overly concerned when nothing moved. After all, these motions have been controlled by the innards for weeks now. I got out the crossword book and spent a while getting few answers in, in fact, I was doing so well, it was a long time, maybe twenty minutes, before I realised that no movements had flowed, got stuck, and started again, as they usually do?  Then, wind like never before shot out, but no matter. I still gave it a few more minutes, but nothing happened. out. Yet, I felt like I had passed?

I washed and went to update the hospital’s evacuation log. And onto the computer to get yesterday’s dairy updated and done.

It took me 1½ hours to get the post finished. The problems with CorelDraw were still with me, and the paltry couple of photographs I needed cost me so much time! I fear the worst! But I managed to get it completed and posted it off to WordPress. Sent the Email link off, and went on the WordPress Reader section. Did some Facebooking catch-up, next.

Aha, another call to the Throne! Off to the wet room. A mighty movement indeed! Did its usual stopping partway, and when it moved again, it shot out. So painful, and so long! A little bleeding. The product was nobbly with tiny white bits in it? Ah-well! I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there.

All went wellish. No teeth troubles, only one shaving cut. A few dropsies, as is to be expected. The medicating wasn’t so easy. I caught Fred Furuncle, and a bit of bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold, and amongst the dropsies was the olive oil dropper again.

The plastic lid broke, and I had a slippery ground floor level mess to clean-up. I believe I may have muttered something like, ‘Well, well, still, it can’t be helped! Ahem!

The Morrison delivery arrived. The chap put the carrier bags in the hallway for me, I handed him a G&T by way of thanks, and off he trotted.

I got the bags through to the kitchenette read for unloading and had to shoot back to the wet room again.

I felt the dire need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised again. I haven’t needed more than one for in a day for months, never mind I thought, and wobbled off and got myself seated on the raised metal and disabled assist plastic seat, and again I waited.

And I waited.

And I kept on waiting.

Then waited some more.

Eventually, the feeling, come sensation that I needed to go, gradually disappeared? Not even any wind this time? What’s going on? Tsk!

I opened the first few carriers onto the server trolley. A grand selection of fodder laid there for my delectation. Baby new potatoes, Surami sticks, and Cox’s apples. A red onion, tomatoes, Two bottles of Squid vinegar/sauce. Oh, and a Breath-Easy spray (I shan’t be eating that one. Haha), and black grapes.

Got them away, and opened some more carriers. Another server of extravagant delicacies for my palate. Fresh unhomogenised full milk (You can’t beat it with Thompsons Punjana, Glengettie, Strong Assam, or Gengettie Gold tea!), Marmite cheese discs, Milk Roll bread, sliced white rolls, lemon mousse, Irish Potatoe Farls, G&Ts, and iced suckers.

I got the good in the fridge and freezer, and tinned peas in the cupboard. It all went smoothly, no dropsies, knock anything other or walking into owt! Even the right ankle and foot was looking better! Smug-Mode-Assumed! 

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, using the new unhomogenised whole milk, of course (Yummy!) And while the tea mashed, I took this photograph, a close-up, of the houses opposite the flats. They look pretty from up here, don’t you think?

Then… it happened again!

I gave it while, in the hopes that it might come back on its own, and went out on the balcony, and took another zoomed-in shot, of the circus tent over in Woodthorpe Grange Park. I’ll put this in the Winwood Heights Facebook page later.

Jenny called me on the landline, bless her cotton socks. She had some more yellow tomatoes for me and some home-grown onions. She even delivered them to outside the door for me. Thanks, Jenny, you’re an Angel! ♥ I’m looking forward the using some of these on the meal tonight!

I got back to the computer, and it was operating again, Phew! Then I had a look at the Your Nottingham email; newsletter. A bit about the danged Coronavirus caught my eye.

Coronavirus Latest via the Emailed Your Nottingham Site:

There have been more Coronavirus cases over the past 24 hours with 40 new confirmed positive results across Nottinghamshire, according to the latest Government data. A total of 17 new cases were reported in Nottingham city, bringing the total to 1,625. In wider Nottinghamshire, cases increased by 23, bringing the total to 3,921.

I’m having difficulty in understanding all this palava. To me, this is serious, but people on the news, and some here in the flats, say it’s all a con? Surely nearly 100 new cases can’t be a con? Or can it?

Oh, Slobbersodditness! Liberty-Global Virgin Internet is down again, now! Humph!

I’ll get the waste bags sorted and taken away, then see what’s what with the internet and get some nosh made methinks.

Somehow or other, I got the pile of done-up waste and recycling bags on the three-wheeler guide trolley. En route to the chute room, I’d spent more time picking up bags that dropped off of the wheels, than actually walking there. Hehehe!

I deposited the small bags down the shaft, and accident-free as well!

I went to the elevator lobby with the recycling bags, and waited, and waited some more. Eventually, the cage arrived, and Eric from the top floor was in it.

As I entered with his permission, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a bashing, very embarrassing when I’m with someone. Tsk! But Eric didn’t mention anything, bless him. When we got down, he shot off, can’t blame him. Haha!

I got out to the bins, left the bag, returned inside the main lobby, all without seeing a single soul.

In the lift lobby, two chaps spoke to me, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying, with having to wear the fave-mask, I couldn’t put the hearing aids in. Glumbleclops!

I got back to the flat and did some meal prepping. Some of the Morrisons mini toms and Jenny’s yellow ones were sliced, and sea salted. One of the onions was trimmed and cut, I had a nibble while doing this, by gum, they had an excellent tasty tang to them!

I got it at all served up, on the tray, and settled to feast away, Hey-hey!

The white bread rolls tasted like cardboard. But everything else went down a treat, a decent taste-rating of 7/10 given.

Washed the pots and got down in the recliner. Put a Dr Who DVD on, but soon fell into the much-needed land-of-nod, which was beautiful! The landline burst forth and flashed. Out of the recliner, and struggled to the phone. It as Caroline from the Falls Team, to inform me that the walking frame will be collected on Friday25th September. She apologised for waking me, but it can’t be helped, bless her. ♥

Scribbled the date on the pad, and got down in the recliner. Thankfully, it didn’t take me too long to get back to Sweet Morpheous.

But… it didn’t last long, the door chimes rang out their Dusty Spring field’s tune, “I only want to be with you!”.

As I fought me way out of the chair, they rang again. Getting my balance and some clothes on, once again the bells chirped their tune, on my way to the door, they rang for the fourth time… is this an emergency I thought?  It was Josie, waking me up again, for the sixth week on the trot! To return Sundays plate and tray. Oh, dear!

I expected it really, she just can’t seem to remember about my getting my head down early. Hehe! She gave me a packet of Cheese Twists.

Sadly, with so many sleep interruptions, this time it was hard work getting back to kip again.  Groggleknockers!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 20th December 2020: A malagrugrous day! I’m glad it’s gone away, I say!

TFZer Pattie

Sunday 20th December 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 20fed Rhagfyr 2020

00:30hrs: I woke up, wanting a wee-wee, as has been the case for the last four or five mornings. But no sleep interrupting needs, which I’m thankful for.

I felt in much better health and perkier than last night now, and the removal of my obstinately, ever-growing more gigantic, flabbergastingly-flabby, flagitiously and over-fat bellied torso from the recliner, seemed so much easier for me, this morning.

Unfortunately, it was another one of the vicious HLSBS (Hosepipe-Like-Short-Blasting-Splashback) types, that required a good deal of cleaning up, a wash and change of PP’s. The urinary incontinence MAD (Micturition After-Dribble) followed. And off to the kitchenette, I wobbled.

I got the kettle filled and turned on and attempted to get a decent photograph of the morning view. I used the Nikon camera and put it in Night-Landscape mode. Held the camera against the thick window frame, and tried to hold it with the left hand and use the right one to press the shoot button. No good!

The BP Sys sphygmomanometerisationing showed that it had tumbled down to only 135! I can’t work out why it keeps going up and up, then drops back up again? The cause may be, I suppose, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Woodthorpe Court ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given-by-Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock!’ Hahaha!

The stick-thermometer gave a reading of 34.8°c, which is okay for me. As I was putting the things back in the drawer, the ‘Hum’ outside turned louder, and positively to a droning like noise?

I got some potatoes in the crock-pot, and added water and Squid vinegar, and made a brew of Glengettie tea.

Then I had to have another wee-wee. This was of the SWCHH (Sprinkly-Weak-Half-Hearted) style.

I remembered then, the two wee-wees needed recording on the NHS record log. 

The throat seemed extremely dry, I was coughing a little, and carminative blasts of wind were escaping from the rear end. Some of them were blasters and relongated rumblers. Mmm?

Got several small black waste bags made up, disinfected and sealed, ready to take to the chute, in a few hours, when it would not disturb my fellow tenants.

I made a start on updating the Saturday blog. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) were not too bothersome at all.

Which is just as well, because Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were already giving me more than enough discomfort. I took a few swigs of the ineffectual, wishy-washy, impotent Peptac antacid medicine, I’m sure it helped any, and an extra Codeine 60g to counter Arthur Itis’s knee and ankle pain.

During the hours of doing the update, I had two more wee-wee’s, both of the SWCHH (Sprinkly-Weak-Half-Hearted) mode. Then, I sent Email link, read and answered comments, visited the WordPress Reader section, and did some Facebooking catching-up.

Then another wee-wee! This one was a PSL (Powerful-Short-Lived) release. Now the innards are giving me some right jip! I’ve had some bother this week ain’t I?

Got a template made-up. Then moved onto CorelDraw to create some diary-top graphics, I’m right out of them now.

The innards are still churning a mite. SSS has calmed down. But now it’s the new spectacles that are bothering me, they keep slipping off of my nose! Tsk! 

The ablutions next, and a damned fine job of doing them too! Naturally, there were a few dropsies here and there, but no toe stubbings, no knocks or walking into anything, no dizzies, and the showerhead stayed where it was, or I meant it to go!

The various departments medicationalisationing was a bit painful, but it was expected to be. Getting the fresh PP’s on afterwards, and did manage to swipe some items off of the floor cabinet. Oh, and I needed two of the reluctant wee-wees while in the wet room – that was convenient! Haha! I’d better top up the bowel ad bladder visits-list for the hospital.

The right foot’s new marks are not spreading or gaining any new bits, fading, and the ankle ulcer is all but gone now!

I reckon all these ailments, add to the colourfulness of my life, you know. My prepubescent, childish giving them names, such as Duodenal Donald, Stuttering Stephany, Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, Hernia Harry, Haemorrhoid Harold, Back-Pain-Brenda, Saccades-Sandra, Bladder-Cancer-Bob, Kidney Kevin, Peripheral-Neuropathic-Pete, Little-Inchies Fungal Lesion, PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble and the PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribble), Metal Mickey (Mechanical-Aorta-Valve-Tim), Thrombophlebitis-Thomas, Varicose-Veins-Victor, Dizzy Dennis, Axonotmesis Arnold, Lethologica-Linda, Myasthenia Gravis Mavis, Vasculitis Vanessa, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, Shaking-Shaun, and of course, Ankle-Ulcer-Andrew, Bladder-Cancer-Cyril, Chlorhexidine Christine, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Clopidogrel-Clive, Thrombophlebitis, Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing, Axonotmesis, myasthenia gravis, PIP (Proximal Interphalangeal Pain), Stubbed-Toe Stewart, LIFL (Little-Inches-Fungal-Lesion Ian’s-Idiopathic-Polyneuropathy, and Peripheral-Neuropathy-Nigel, Hyperglycaemia-Hyman, Diabetes-Mellitus-Miranda, Diabetic-Dianne, Fulton’s Furunculosis, Phimosis-Plato, Paraphimosis-Patrick, Thrombophlebitis-Fred, Psoriatic Arthritis Paul, Colin-Cramps, Varicose-Veins-Victor, etc., all help to keep me amused. But I’m blown if I can think up a name for new scabs on top of the right foot, might be best to wait until I get the results back from the biopsy next week. And I’ve got the bowel and bladder scans the next day. Then the cardiac reassessment. Oh, and the dentists soon. Still, it keeps me interested and busy. Hehehe!

Hello, I’ve got a nose-bleed now? I’ll go and have a decker, back in a bit…

I got to the wet room, ran the cold water tap, and had a look in the mirror, to see up the nose. (See that, I’ve no fear at all, looking at my face in a magnifying shaving mirror. Hahaha!) Feel a fool now, no idea what caused it, a deep red colour it was too – but after poking some paper towels up and cleaning the right cavity out, it’s not leaking at all now? I suppose it’s all part of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court? Had another wee-wee while I was in there, a bit stronger this time, of the SPUTE variety. (Sharp-Persistent-Unwilling-To-End). Rarely do I pass two of a kind after each other. Got the hands well scrubbed up and sanitised.

I got Josie’s lunch prepared and delivered it to her, dead on midday as usual. Ooh, I am good! Hahaha!

I hung out of the balcony window to the right, to take this snap of the kid’s playground in Woodthorpe Grange Park. Not many Nottinghamians about for a Sunday.

Back to the CorelDrawing.But a massive weariness came on me, and I was no use for doing anything that needed concentration.

So, off went the computer, and I poddled about getting my meal sorted and served. There didn’t seem anything wrong with it, I’m sure I should have enjoyed it more. I think the taste-buds have gone on strike, Hehe! Taste-Rating: 5/10.

Washed the pots, then myself, took the medications and got down in search of sleep. But it wasn’t about to come soon. The Thought-Storms were persistent.

Hey-ho! TTFNski each.

Inchcockski – Saturday 19th September 2020: Frustrations, irascibilities and Murphy’s law ruled today!

Saturday 19th September 2020

Italiano: Sabato 19 Settembre 2020

03:30hrs: Woke wanting a wee-wee, worked my way out of the wreck of a recliner, and wobbled, without delay, to the awaiting wee-wee bucket. For a WUPT (Weak-Unwilling-Painless-Trickling) mode release. Went wearily to wash my hands, checked-out the PPs, no leakages at all last night. And with a semi-imitation, pretend Smug-Mode coming on, I wobbled along to the kitchen, to get the morning’s essentials sorted out, medications, Health Checks etc. and the most important, make a brew of tea. Haha! 

The dang chemist’s tablet packaging was still full of static; tablets had transferred from one pod to others, the pills were sticking to all sides as well (Static?). You should try opening these without some tablet or capsule shooting off somewhere, never to be seen again! No wonder I get confused and take the wrong ones. My thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Road, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, for the skilful way that they keep my interest and grumpiness alive, and give me something to moan about every month with their late, or incorrect disarrayed, can’t get at, misleading, crappily-packed confusing, mixed-up prescriptions pods. Bless ’em!

Gripe-over!

Sadly, the BP sphygmomanometer machine’s readings for the SYS had shot up again, to 167 now! I keep mentioning this high SYS and showing the photos to the various nurses who call on me, but luckily, it doesn’t seem to bother them much.

On the brighter side, the stick thermometer gave me a decent reading of the body temperature, 35°c, which is something at least that seems to be within the required limits. Hehe! Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and the need of another wee-wee arose.

I filled in the records sheet for the last one and this on the chart for the hospital, and trotted off to the wet room.

Once in there, after the wee-weeing was done, as so often happens, the Porcelain Throne use was called for.

A real hard to get going job again. The usual nudge of activity, then solid as a rock, so I got the crossword book out and sat in pain as things started to move so slowly, yet ended up with a rush? A right dollop of it, but of a distinctly different construction. I shan’t go into it. The tank had to be filled by hand twice, it needed to flushes before things disappeared down the hole. Tsk! I washed, and filled in the logs.

I got on the computer, and had to make a template first, then got on with updating yesterday’s blog, which went extremely well. There was a lot needed doing, but the ailments were all sparing in their intrusions.

Then I wanted to do some more Lies, Astonishing, Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas graphics. So got on CorelDraw… and what a farcicalness followed! I was uploading the finished graphics to WordPress, and somehow, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed at just the wrong time, as I selected the options, of course, I didn’t sense it, and I sent the whole folder to WordPress.

Of course, my accidentally trying to load 800 odd pictures at the same time was not my plan, and the programme froze with all sorts of messages coming up from the computer!

Fear was the main feeling at the time. I could not close the programme, the computer would not let me onto the web. I was stuck! After trying to keep calm and work out what could be done for ages, I gave up, and had to turn off the machine! Gawd, this scared me, I was sure that things would not work out right, and half expected the computer and or WordPress, to be knackered!

I didn’t, but I did feel like crying. I left the computer to cool down and let anything Norton might be doing in the background to finish, and had to pop back to the wetroom again for a wee-wee, worry, and stewing in self-pity session.

The wee-wee was one of the messy, VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) type. The cleaning up took me ages again. Some PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) this time, meant fresh PP’s were needed also… and guess what happened as I tried to get the new ones on?

I lost my balance and tumbled over, hitting the already bruised stomach against the corner of the floor cabinet. Knocking things off of it! I did my best to keep my temper, as calmly as possible, IO picked up the knocked-over items, and got back to getting the PP’s on.

This time the 5&@^ing Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, and over I went in the other direction. Clouting the top of my right leg, on the feared sock-glide, and spot-on where the small furuncle was!

All this time, I was thinking about the computer problems, and my spirits sank, bile came from the stomach, and interest in everything just faded. So, I wasn’t precisely concentrating as I went to get through the doorway.

Yes, I stubbed my toe on the 3inch gap at the bottom of the door! Suicideworthiness! Claptickleisations! Gragnankles! and Cribblebogangonies! I’ve not felt as depressed, frustrated and worthless for years! But I still needed to know what the damage was with the computer, expecting the worst, I returned to have decker and turned back on my beloved Bang Olufsen.

Everything was working again. How? Why? I wasn’t really too interested in – just over-the-moon! A message from Norton came up, I didn’t understand it all, but it seems they had saved the day for me.

Of course, I wasn’t distraught. Ahem!

A new zest developed, I started singing Adam Faith, and Billy Fury songs as I at long last started doing this blog! Even the wee-weeing so often didn’t bother me, Yee-Ha! I did so far, then went on Facebooking catch-up, WordPress.

The day was well progressed now, after all the fussing about. I lost hours!

I made the nosh. Decent enough, a flavour rating of 6.5/10.

Nipped off for a wee-wee, which was of the CMA (Cloudy-Mini-Amount), added the leaf to the NHS log.

I washed-up the pots, took the medications, and then suffered the zemblanity of a sudden weariness like never before. I got settled down without a wash or any clothes on (sorry about that, it must have brought a horrendous image to your mind, perhaps of dying rhinoceros? Hahaha!) And just lay there, the mind storms having a free hand for hours, confusion when they stopped, mentally and physically drained, and eventually dropped of into a much-needed kip.

I woke up around midnight, feeling much better and perkier, in need of a wee-wee, of course.

Inchcocksi-Fri 18 Sept 2020: A most mephitic day: Grobbleknackercraps!

TFZer Family get together!

Friday 18th September 2020

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 18fed Medi 2020

03:25hrs: I reawakened, passed wind (risky that was), listened to the damned noise of The Hum’, I thought I could also hear music, accepted a message from the bladder that I need a wee-wee.

Then realised that I’d had just had… wait for it… Six Hours Sleep!

But the wee-weeing must take priority, so I wobbled the fearsomely-flabby-stomached body from the recliner, caught my balance, and off to the EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). I took a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee-wee, and the AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble) took a while to stop, so I left the bucket in place, I had a feeling it might be needed again soon.

I got the stick and limped into the kitchen with the food tray I’d not cleared away from last night, and got washing the things up. I then took a photograph of the morning view of Winchester Street, I zoomed in, and when I pressed the ‘take’ button, so many things came on at the same time, for a moment, I thought to myself; “Hello, this is it!”. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters died, Shaking Shaun gave me a rattling, and Duodenal Donald stabbed away at me! It was all over in less than a minute, and things went back to how they were? Well, Donald kept on, but far less viciously. Normally, as often happens, the effect on the picture would make me delete any photos as bad as this one, but I’ve shown it, cause the blurred shot, looks a little interestingly ghostly, Haha!

I got the kettle on and then began doing the Health-Checks. Starting with the stick thermometerisationing. The temperature was a smidge down, but not far out, methinks, it has been a lot lower over the last week. Although it was higher on Wednesday and Thursday. I’m waffling again!

The sphygmomanometer readings were better, at last. After a couple or so days of ridiculously high readings, it had dropped to 157, a bit high, but betterer.

The DIA and pulse seemed okay to me.

I took the medications, made a brew of Glengettie tea, and got on the computer. The first thing to do was to create a template, which I did. Then got updating the Thursday post. For some reason, at this stage, I remembered that I had to go to the opticians today, to collect the new spectacles and give them £300 in payment, Humph!

I was struggling against the interruptions from SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley). And needed another wee-wee. This one was so different, as is often the case, from the one before. It was back to a WTOP (Weak-Trickling-Orange-Painful) one.

But this reminded me to update the Bladder and Bowel Control records I’m keeping, as I have been instructed to, to take with me to the St Ann’s Health Centre, when I go for the scans. I finished the Thursday blog updating at last.

Pinterested some snaps, sent off the links via email and went to make another brew, Glengettie Gold this time.

I got some potatoes in the Crock-Pot and set the dial for ‘low’. Added some of the Squid fish sauce/vinegar to the water.

I had a look at the legs, to see if the right one was still pale like last night. They had returned to being the same shade as each other. Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court: The ghosts, hobgoblins, boll-weevils, aliens, gremlins, grotesqueries, urchins, cruel karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan mission; ‘To destroy the sanity, confuse, and scare the hell out of Inchcock!’ Or maybe not, of course?

Then I went on a Facebook updating mission, hello, another wee-wee, I’ll take the bucket and get it cleaned and sanitised, and get the ablutions done at the same time, methinks. Back in a bit! I hope!

I’m back, and what a busy, fiddly messy time I’ve had; No sooner had I put the camera and stick outside of wet-room, I needed an urgent, fast-developing use for the Porcelain Throne. But it worked out great, my being just a few feet away from the toilet at the time. (Proof that things do work out well for me, sometimes, Hahaha!) The session was just like the last one: Very painful, very quick and massive! Not messy, and only a few specks of blood. The cistern coped with the evacuation with just three flushes, too!

I got on with doing the teggies, which was considerably more hurtful than yesterday, due to my over-keenest and rushing. My own fault!

The shaving, ah, well, not so good. Several small nicks, I must get some razor blades for the good razors. (Maybe today if I can get out to collect the spectacles, I can see what Wilko have on offer) The dropsies shaving totalled about eight, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were not very good, on and off.

The shower, now we’re talking, it went very well indeed. Only one dropsy! One clout against the grab rail, and one short visit from Shaking Shaun. I think SSS was taking a holiday, cause there were as no shudderings at all for the entire showering session! 

The drying off and medications brought only two things knocked off of the floor cabinet visit (the olive oil applicator, and the deodorant spray). A few dropsies, though.

As I got on the new slippers with the outdoor soles, I was as pleased as punch, I managed to stick the velcro together on them, with the Jenny supplied short picker-upperer. Smug-Mode-Adopted! Both of the ankles seemed to be a bit more patchy and veiny?

I got the PP’s and trews on, no socks, no shirt yet. And I went to fill in the Bladder and Bowel Control records. Then got the kettle on. I realised as I was pouring the tea, I’d not checked the door for any mail. So, I did.

There was yet another hand-delivered advice letter. Basically, Nottingham City Homes, my landlords, who used Willmott Dixon to upgrade the flats (About three years ago, still not done yet, but we can blame the protected pipistrelle (Pipistrellus pipistrellus) is a small pipistrelle microbat whose very large range extends across most of Europe, North Africa, southwestern Asia) being found at the apartments, then the loathsome, life-destroying Coronvirus, for this; NCH, arranged with Willmott Dixon, who have now arranged for sub-contractors McKean Developments Ltd, for mask-wearing employees, who will keep a safe distance from us, to carry out an inspection of the new (*unwanted) balconies (* some windows have fallen off onto residents, injuring them, (* crumbling concrete falls on you, and the metal-spring window catches have caused a few injuries to the fingers, cuts and bruises), to be inspected, these inspections will be carried out on 21st >22nd September 2020. (* So, two more days we cannot get out for food, to the dentist, Doctors or clinic). *=My comments.

I shall now check to see if I have any appointments on my Google calendar for Monday or Tuesday. Hang on… Nope, only a food delivery and an expected call to come in from the Injury & Falls follow up team.

I took a picture through the balcony, then remembered I’d left the mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, in the kitchen.

So I proceeded to make another one. A full-tasty Glengettie one this time.

I assembled the things for the bus ride to Sherwood to collect the spectacles. And set off on my trip, taking some stuff to drop off at Jenny’s.

I got down without any bother and left the bag on the door-handle, and back to the lift. Where my EQ asked me if I really had to go out, and advised me not to bother? I pressed the call button, and the cafe arrived, the doors opened and closed straight away, and I’d missed the lift? It was a while before it came again, being as it is only one lift we are allowed to use, and when it returned, Eric from the 15th floor was in it, he said something as the doors opened, they shut again and another cock-up, as I’d missed it once more! All in all, it 25 minutes before I got into the cage! Now it was a rush to catch the bus in time!

When I got down to the ground floor, I hastened with wobbling trolley to the bus stop, but it pulled-off as I arrived, that’s happened twice in two days now! Swine!

The trip to and back ended up with me having to walk both ways. When I got home, I made up a photo-ode about the farcical-escapade. Link: 

A bus ride to Sherwood? Not on your life!

Getting back home, after the exertions of the wickedly Whoopsiedangled wanderings, I found the INR test results had been delivered, from Wednesday. Then I wrote the ode, while I was still feeling the angst, pain and weariness of the marathon walk.

The new varifocals were already slipping down my nose. Which made all the farce, agony and farting about I had to do to get them, even worse! I was stewing and brewing inside, with the innards now prompting Duodenal Donald to kick-in with his elongated stabbing strikes! Humph!

I got the ‘what I thought’ would be delicious smoked pork in the oven. I have to say, it did look good in the oven tray, and I foolishy got hunger pains as I got it on the rack.

Put away the other bits, and went for a wee-wee, a rare variety this time, a JPASB (Jet-Powered-Achroous-Spray-Back) mode!

Had a wash and clean-up, took the medications, and put the other stuff away.

After taking this picture of the lemon wafers, Wilko washing up liquid and laundry freshener, I dropped a [acket of the biscuits, and trod on it! It’s amazing how ageing, loss of balance, dizzies, and stupidity allows one to do things like this. I had a job cleaning up the crumbs that burst out as the packaging split open! Still, it gave me a bit of exercise. Tsk!

I put the mini-sized frankfurters into the fridge, I’m looking forward to trying these out later on.

Then I checked on the pork in the oven, I was cooking the ribs slowly on low heat, but giving it a much longer time, it said to do something like this on the label. No advice on the web about how to cook it. I added some liquid smoke to the meat.

I got the potatoes from the crock-pot on to the plate, washed the slow-cooker, then added some of the Jenny-supplied yellow and red tomatoes, and a pickled egg.

Another wee-wee, this time it was a totally different type from the previous evacuation. A WTWIWI (Weak-Trickling-Was-It Worth-It) style. Washed and sanitised the hands.

Serving up the meal, and the smoked pork looked and smelt wonderful!

Added some grapes and a lemon mousse on the tray. I felt sure this was going to be a tasty effort!

Got it on my knee as I sat in the c1968 recliner and got me feet up, just about to tuck into it, and the landline burst into life flashing!

I gave a big sigh, but the tray on the Otterman, and answered the call. It was the Doctors surgery, asking if I had received the results of the blood test yet from the Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic. I told her it had just been delivered, and she asked me what the dosages were, and next blood test date.

I opened the letter and told her, and she rang off. The INR level as excellent at 3.2, and the next test date was for 30th September. I made a note to remind me to add it to the Google Calendar and got back to the feast that awaited me on the tray…

Everything was tasty and enjoyed – Bar the meat! The one thing I was really looking forward to as well. It was more bone than meat, they had covered it with something to give it a rich tasty look, but that only covered up the masses of fat underneath!

I was deflated, grumpy, and disappointed in the extreme! After such the miserable catastrophe, Whoopsiedangleplop-ridden, crude, bus-missing, painful, embarrassing, and almost crippling and horrible trip to and from Sherwood, and now the disappointment of the £5-plus cut of meat being a disaster tastewise – I was feeling a little down and frustrated! Well, one would be, of course!

I ate all but the pathetic pork on the plate, then I took the tray through to the kitchenette. Wrapped the sickeningly fatty meat joint, and washed the things up.

The evening sky looked like me, all broody, moody. I took a couple of photos of it, and even they came out terrible!

Not one of my better days! Grobbleknackercraps!