Inchcock Today – Fri 22 Mar 2019:

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2019 Mar 22

Friday 22nd March 2019

Africaans: Vrydag 22 Maart 2019

WD 0.0.194b 23:25hrs. I woke with a fleeting flash of fleek memories of the dream I had been enjoying so much. The mind lost concentration for a moment, while the Sock-Glide equipment took over for a few seconds, and I looked forward to getting the metal frame and socks from the Chemist next week. Try as I might, I could get back in touch with the dreams memories after that! It didn’t half nark me. Proper irked I was!

5Fri001WD 0.0.194b The moment I attempted to heave my heavily-stomached, plump, wobbly torso and bloated legs from the ci1968, haemorrhoid bothering and making bleed worse, second-hand £300 rickety recliner, boy, the pains from the ankles were not friendly at all.

It was then I realised I had not followed the instructions of the nurse at the leg ulcer clinic yesterday, to desist from wearing socks in bed! The most galling part of it was that there is only me to accept the blame! I then spent a few moments lambasting and chastising myself, and showing self-contempt, using a few well-chosen, if naughty, silent words! If anyone else had said to me, what I uttered to myself, I would have probably cried! Tsk!

5Fri002WD 0.0.194b I was getting to my feet when a wee-wee caught me out. I had to run to the wet room, as I had put away the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket), with me not needing it for a couple of days or more now. But the Wee-wees were back now, and not messing about. A spillage occurred on my way to the wet room. Now not only was I annoyed with myself, but embarrassed with humiliating myself! Self-disgusted! Good job I have plenty of the PPs (Protection Pants). I had a good clean-up in between my wincing and muttering to myself. I got the EGPWWB, disinfected it and placed it near the computer chair, in readiness for what I believed would be many more mini-quick-needed usages to be made of it. I decided not to go out today at all, better safe than sorry.

Dressed and to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and made a brew of tea. Got the kettle on and had to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne. At least this evacuation wasn’t too bad. Washed and made the brew.

Health Checks okay I think. Sys 150 – Dia 70 – Pulse 89 and temp 34.2.

Next, on the way to the computer with the mug of tea, the need for the EGPWWB returned. I only just got to it in time, despite it only being four foot away from me! An SSPPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Powerful-Wee-wee).

I got the appointment dates put on the Google Calendar. Next Tuesday workmen visit, The Leg Ulcer checks and a reminder for me get the frame and socks from the chemist. I also sent an Email requesting the next INR Warfarin blood test for a week on Tuesday, not heard anything back yet. (Later heard it was for 07:15hrs, sent a that is alright, thanks Email back).

I got on with updating yesterdays hectic happenings on the diary. With so much, having happened, and so many photographs taken, it took me until around 04:40hrs to get I all finished and posted off. Only two wee-wees needed while doing this, both of the same SSPPWW variety.

I went onto the WordPress Reader section.

Nearly got caught out with a wee-wee then, Phew!

Prepped din-dins. Battered chicken, chicken min-sausages. Sweet & sour sauce, added tomatoes. I lost the photo that I took, from SD card into the ether! Humph!

Medications were taken. Wee-wee.

WD 0.0.194b A cracking Shaking Shaun session put an end to doing anything but sitting down. Which is just what I did.

I woke up much later, unaware of what had taken place.

Inchcock Today – Sun 3 Mar 19. Started so-well too! Ended up with defeatism, self-doubt, timidity and uncertainty. No change here then!

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2019 Mar 04

Sunday 3rd March 2019

Samoan: Aso Sa 3 Mati 2019

Alk1101:00hrs. I reluctantly woke. Finding no signs of nocturnal nibbling,  Knobbly-Knee Neil still in position, and the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket was unused, I cheered up instantly and exponentially! A great start to the morning, I thought! 

I removed my cumbersome, almost obrumpent, stomach-ladened frail body out of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner. With foolish thoughts of the whereabouts of my missing pre-owned £2 wristwatch that I’d misplaced.

WD 128.0.128 I had a wee-wee, and commenced yet another ferreting and rummaging around searching-session for the much-missed, bargain watch. I already must have looked in most places, yet tried many of them again, but without any success! Finally. I gave up looking, so annoyed with myself for losing it! Shlump!

The ailments seemed in a good mood for me. I got the Health Checks done.

7Sun03

The Sys had shot up again.

6Sat29I opened the unwanted new window to take this photo of the morning view.

I was well pleased with how it came out, but for some reason, it started off the old brain-storming with its wandering, variable, totally unrelated meanderings. They did not make any sense to me, so no point in revealing their crassness and illogicality. Oh, all right then! The things I remember going through the mangle in my brain were; The massive reduction in the size of the police service, and immigration. Pavement cyclists, the decrease in the size of products on sale, aliens, (Are there any, will they visit). The imminent return of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the flat, the end of the world, terrorism, will the EU collapse, why are politicians liars and dishonest cheats (although I already know this, it is because we let them get away with it), and how can anyone not like Marmite?

7Sun01Off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation again, but Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a lot less last night.

WD 128.0.128 The knotty, gnarly, protuberant knees and legs had changed in their appearance again. And for some reason or other, the colour had returned to the flesh, and the hands too! Having said this, on my next inspection when I was changing into the trousers later, they had gone back to their pale-bloodless-mode again? No wonder I get confused!

I made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. Which was a mammoth session with all the pictures I’d taken in town to go on it. I think it was about 06:00hrs by the time I got it all done and posted off.

I made a mug of tea, and began this post going.

Got as far as here, and made a pot of Sharwood’s Sweet & Sour Noodle for breakfast.

Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then tried to concentrate on catching up with the blog template headers.

7Sun07WD 128.0.128 Having stopped work on the graphics, I went to make another mug of tea. And discovered I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. I was irate with myself, swore at me, and felt such a fool!

The rain was falling.

Back to computing.

Sister Jane rang. She was preparing her dinner and the line connection was very poor. Shame really, cause I’m not sure what it was that she was telling me off about. Hehehe! Bless her.

Back to the computing of the graphic headers. Got the Health Checks done.

7Sun38WD 128.0.128 Apart from dropping the dessert on the floor (Tsk!), the meal was very good.

Stewed steak in gravy and roast potatoes, with the juice being soaked up with some hot part-baked baguettes from the oven. A worthy 9/10 flavour rating.

WD 128.0.128 The washing up took ages, during which I dropped and broke the vinegar sprinkler. Is there no hope for me? Huh!

The weariness and fatigue overcame me then. I put on the TV, but all I could do was sit with the mind chafing-away at me with defeatism, self-doubts, self-recriminations, pathetic self-pity, guilt-ridden, rueful, self-doubt, timidity and uncertainty.

I have no idea what was on the goggle-box, the mind ruled my concentration and tortured me, until I eventually fell asleep very early, even for me.

Hey-ho!

TTFN.

Inchcock – Saturday 2nd March 2019: Bad start to the day. A xenizational walk around the City Centre, did the ailments no good at all! Humph!

ZZZZW04d

2019 Mar 02

Saturday 2nd March 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. ožujka 2019

01:05hrs. I had an attack of clinomania this morning. Oh boy, there was no way I wanted to wake up, let alone get out of the £300 ci. 1968, second-hand rickety recliner in which I was spreadeagled, half-in, half-out of! I retrieved my right leg from the Ottoman, not easy, but I managed it.

WD 0.0.128a Then, I spotted many signs of guilty-nocturnal-nibbling having taken place around me. A jelly-baby resting in the folds of my stomach, an empty Marmite crisp packet in my right arm-pit, and a spilt tub of Marmite biscuits on the floor. Self-disgust, shame and culpability mode Adopted! I wanted to show and feel apanthropinisation, in an effort assuage the guilt and self-loathing, but my usual lack of confidence, insecurity, self-doubt, and I timidity felt compelled, to launch a mind-attack at my actions inwardly.

WD 0.0.128a The need for me to use the EGPWWB (Emergency-grey-plastic-wee-wee-bucket), ended up with me treading on a pen and breaking it, causing a welt on my foot as I was en route to the bin.

WD 0.0.128a This first wee-wee of the day was of the LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. This meant I had a long, painful job of cleaning, tidying the room, medicating Little Inchies bleeding lesion to tackle. But, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda stopped me doing the cleaning, as bending was too arduous for me. I tried my best, but Anne Gyna then joined in with giving me grief, and I gave up trying to clean the place at all. It was far too early to use the vacuum, due to the noise disturbing my neighbours.

So annoying, my waking up each day in such a different physical state with the ailments! Moan over. Hehe!

I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.

6Sat03

Ah, the first signs of the day improving already! The Sys had come down again compared to yesterday.

WD 0.0.128a Back to the Whoopsies! I went to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy affair and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again too! I cleaned things and myself up and doctored the lesion with the Daktacort ointment this time. It is a little stronger, with miconazole nitrate in it, than the other cream. I was very sore after applying this and the Haemorrhoid Harold cream. Now, I had burning and stinging at the same time. Hey-ho!

Washed up and made a mug of the Glengettie tea, and put the computer on to update the Friday post. Got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.

Wee-wee’d, back to the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wees) again now.

I made a start on this blog for several hours. Then went on Facebooking.

WD 0.0.128a Then I got some corn flakes, a mug of tea and a lemon yoghourt for brekkers. But the yoghourt fell off of the tray when I was taking the breakfast back to the computer. The pot burst open and joined the mess already on the carpet from the nocturnal nibbling crumbs that still need cleaning up. Oh, and the NCH plumbers mess from their shoes have not been sorted out yet. Depressed-Mode-Adopted!

08:00hrs. I readied things to get the ablutions tended to, and off to the wet room. The first thing I did was to pick up the bits of soil, grass and grit that had been deposited on the wet room floor when having the shower-head replaced.

6Sat06WD 0.0.128a Then I begrudgingly mopped up. The new shower head came in handy for rinsing away the water afterwards. By now, Anne Gyna and Kidney Ache Kevin had both increased their stabbing pains. But Arthur Itis was amazingly calm?

I had a good shave, did the teggies and got under the new shower-head. I medicated the fungal lesion and put some Germolene on the hand where I burnt it on the kettle yesterday.

6Sat07Then dried-well and applied some Haemorrhoid cream. Got the new PPs and clothes on, and made a check of the pins (legs).

There was still an imbalance to the fluid content, and a new black papsule seemed to be coming up on the knee cap area. Just a few more spider-veins on the lower leg today.

I went to make a small mug of tea.

I heard new sounds from somewhere, they were not bothering me at all. Just that I could not identify where they were originating from, nor what was making them. I pondered for a while on how to explain what they sounded like, on this post. I end ended up with this: “Kerchunker, Brr, Brr, Kerchunker, Whine, Thud”, a few times, but they didn’t last long? Hehehe!

I got the black bags (five!) of rubbish made up from the bins and the recycling one just being closed, I realised that if I was to catch the bus into town to do my photo-shoot, I had to get a move one sharpish!

6Sat08WD 0.0.128a So I abandoned doing the bags, checked around, but could not find my wristwatch anywhere? Scrabbled about and got myself out and into the lift. Which topped on the tenth and eighth floors with no one waiting?

I took this shot of the front of the complex when I got to the bus stop. Where a lady was waiting who I had a natter with, (Beryl I think, but you know my memory status, Tsk!), told me that the weekday bus service is going to be every two hours later this month, instead of hourly. Also, heavy rain was forecast for later and tomorrow. Oh, dearie me! But we’ll see!

6Sat09Had a bash at the crossword en route to town, I didn’t do very well. Dropped off the bus and called into the Poundland Shop.

Amongst the things I bought, I got a pack of five children’s toothbrushes, to keep to replace the one that keeps disappearing from the laundry room. Nibble treats for the medical staff, bikkies for the Social Hour box, smoked bacon, Cheeselets, and I tried some of their ready-made 6Sat11sarnies. I can have these with some chip later perhaps. I paid at the self-serve till; which annoyed the assistant who had to put me right when the red light came on. Haha!

I came out and watched the Nottinghamian pedestrians strolling over the road against the 6Sat10red don’t don’t-cross signs.

I walked down Clinton Street to back of the Council House. I’ve not seen so many Nottinghamian’s about in town, for a long time. Then I realised it is a Saturday. (One forgets when one is beyond use, going senile, and 6Sat12retired)

The folks were looking far happier and content than usual today. The general gloominess in their faces had significantly reduced. I wondered if it was the sunshine that was coming out, Spring on the way, or the increase in Council rents that had arrived and they were making the best of what they had? (Mine went up too!) But I expect it is in my case, to help pay for the unwanted upgrade. You know, the millions spent on putting in new windows and balconies. Those that I can’t manipulate, have blocked the vision and light, windows in the balcony that remove various bits of skin off of my knuckles and or fingers when I use the balcony side window to take photos out of, because I can’t reach to make shots now the kitchen windows have stopped my accessing to photograph below. Because the ledges stick out too far, and I now have to use step-ladders to reach out for my beloved photographicalisationing. They fitted the new sliding doors and returned to fill in the holes, leaving my recliner, chair, curtains, carpets, TV, cabinets etc. with splashes of plaster. But they send a bloke with a wire brush and a bottle of cleaner, to destroy my 6Sat13new carpets, that will have to be replaced when the job is finished. Then, they left me with holes in the kitchen… Sorry, got carried away there!

Back to the plot: I walked around the back of the Council House and down to South Parade.

Quite suddenly, Kidney-Pain Kevin, Back-Pain Brenda and the wobbly right knee all began to give me grief and did so until I had got home and settled. A bit worrying, but still, I have been doing well up to now.

I walked painfully down Exchange Walk to the Marks & Sparks food hall. I slipped the Big Issue seller a couple of quid on my way in. I came out, considerably less well off. Serves me right, I’m a gannet when it comes to food! Roast potatoes, frites, a ready-meal, and other bits.

I had a walk around taking some photographs. Ending up at the bus stop on Queen Street.

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6Sat18bBeing a Saturday, the L9 was not due for another hour-and-a-half. So I waited for the 40 bus.

I spotted a plane in the sky (it’s where they are often you know? Hehehe!) By the time I had taken this snap and had a quick look at the camera screen, the clouds had moved so far, as I looked up, the layout in the sky was completely different. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them moving so fast in my life.

I was aware of how odd today’s hobble in the streets was, it felt like a xenizational walk around the City Centre today. As if no one could see me? Surely proof of my increasing Bonkersness, deliration, and psychosis?

The 40 bus arrived, and I failed miserably at the crossword book en route.

WD 0.0.128a I was soon risking life and limb… twice! Firstly, in getting up to go to the bus door as the vehicle had to shake and shudder as this bus stop is on the steepest part of Mapperley Rise. Then, crossing the road was a challenge. Blind bends up the hill and down to contend with. A bloke in a BMW came up the hill and around the bend, he was going so fast, he nearly lost it! Safely over the road and walking down to the flats, I could now concentrate on feeling sorry for myself, as Arthur Itis, the Wobbly-knee Neil and Kidney-Ache Kevin, all made a concerted effort to ensure I was sorry about going out for a walk today. Hahaha! 

6Sat19As I limped in agony, well, a bit of pain, along Chestnut Walk to the end and my beloved Woodthorpe Court home, I thought to myself as I saw the obstacle course; “I hope the fire-alarm doesn’t go off this weekend. The engines would have a problem getting to us!”

I made it the flats and up in the lift to the front door, without seeing a soul.

When I got in, I had a wee-wee, washed and did the Health Checks. Then had a search for the missing wristwatch. I didn’t find it.

I got the oven warming up for the frites. Laid out the plate with the cold foods to go with the french fries.

Then, I carried out an in-depth search for the wristwatch and second pair of reading glasses. I was determined to find them, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hunting, rummaging around and talking to myself as I did so.

WD 0.0.128a Eventually, the spectacles were located. In the wet room inside an opened part-used pack of Protection Pants, don’t ask please, I have no idea. Hahaha! Sad innit? But the wristwatch is still missing, Grumph!

6Sat20WD 0.0.128a I did the last Health Checks and emptied out the burnt frites from the oven, and put some more in on the cook again! By the time they were ready, the sarnies had started to go dry and curled at the edges.

Also, the packs of sliced apple I’d bought from Morrisons, and they had sent orange pieces, that were so bitter, after the first suck, I threw them away. Eurgh!

Still, the rest of the nosh was fine and dandy, apart from the dried crusts which joined the oranges in the bin.

I put the things in the bowl to soak, got the TV on and settled to watch a police programme.

WD 0.0.128a As I put my feet up on the Ottoman, there was a pain and a sort of clunk from Wobbly-Knee Neil as he popped half-out of position. I muttered a curse word silently, then spent half-an-hour trying to get Neil back in his slot. Luckily for some reason, there was no pain at all when he eventually seemed to slide/slot in smoothly? This suited me!

When I got back to concentrating on the police on the TV, I realised I’d seen it before.

I remember thinking I’ll put on a Law & Order UK tape on instead… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Fri 1 Mar 2019: A disheartening, demoralising, off-putting Friday. Ah-well!

ZZZZW04e

2019 Mar 01

Friday 1st March 2019

Welsh: Dydd Sul 3 Mawrth 2019

WD 0.0.0a 01:25hrs. I woke to find a tenacious vagueness and strong-minded indeterminateness, had commandeered control of the grey-cells! (I like that phrase, makes me sound semi-intelligent. Hehe!) Joking aside, the first few hours after waking, had a murkiness of thought, and the mind did wander off of its own accord at times. Causing me to do some very odd stuff, and get things out of their usual timings and actions for a couple of hours or so, etc.

I lay there on the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 recliner, for a long time, trying to get the brain-box into a usable state. Somehow, rather worryingly, I just did this without any feelings or concerns; I just seemed to accept this as usual, almost.

The first task on my getting out of the recliner was to make for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket. Which I found to have been well used, but I could not recall having any nocturnal wee-wees? After the evacuation, I (Almost in autopilot mode) took the bin to the wet room and cleaned and disinfected it. 

WD 0.0.0a Drying off the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket), and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. And it could not have come at a more convenient time, for it was indeed an urgent and sudden one! Had I not been stood one pace away from the throne, I definitely would not have made it in time!  It was all over in 4Thu20seconds, with a strong tinge of green prominent. The bottom was sore.

I wondered if last nights ready made Morrison ‘The Best’ Hock, Leek & Potatoe Gratin might have been the cause? I checked the contents on the label. But, the writing was so microscopic. Even with the reading glasses on, I could not decipher the wording. A failed search for the spy-glass followed. So, I still don’t know. I have another one in the fridge,  might be on the safe side and throw it away, or give it to someone… no, that would not be fair. I’ll dish it; I think, just in case.

I got the computer going, downloaded the photos and got them ready to use. Then instead of updating and finishing posting yesterday’s blog, for some unknown reason, I found myself starting today’s diary?

After an hour or so, I realised that I had not taken the medications or done the Health Checks yet either. Klutz! So, did them (Well not really, but at the time I thought I had).

5Fri007

Sys well up, as was Pulse, and Temp. 

Back on the computer, I intended to have a go at finalising the Thursday post, but went back to updating this one? The fuzzy wayward brain had not cleared yet, then. Tsk!

I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne and did not delay in my response, straight to the wet room. A repeat style of evacuation. This time, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding. A lot of painful medicating and cleaning-up was needed in all departments. Now, at last, the brain accepted that things were not good. I applied the Cortiscorticosteroid cream carefully. Then I had a check of the pin’s condition.

5Fri005

Well, well, well, look at how the pins (legs) have gone now. Right leg far more filled with fluid than the left one, top and bottom. The right ankle had lost fluid, and the left had gained it? But, the mystery wound looked to be clearing up. Apart from an apparently new little growth in the centre? Well, it stops me getting bored with the ailments, at least. It was now that I realised I was having no bother (Apart from Duodenal Donald) from Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Kidney Ache Kevin, Back-Pain-Brenda, Hernia Harry or any other of the ailments! The brain seemed to be regaining some control now!

Got a wash-up, and went to the kitchen to make a brew of tea.

5Fri004WD 0.0.0a I decided to use the new Nikon camera to make a panorama shot of outside. I opened the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window. But yet again, I failed to get the camera to accept making a wide shot! Grrr! Why this is I don’t know. I think I am having problems with the gentle shakes in the hands as I move the camera, perhaps?

WD 0.0.0a So, I got the step ladder, climbed up and knocked the dodgy knee as I did so! The straight-ahead shot of the skyline was done with ease. But the leaning out over the stupid wide ledge they have fitted to the unwanted windows made it difficult, if unsafe really.

I’d like to know what Nottingham City Homes has against old photographers! Hehehe!

I can see the headlines now: Bald little fat pensioner photographer falls from 12th-floor! Camera get broken. The funeral is on Tuesday next at 0145hrs. Camera for sale: Nikon Coolpix B700, slightly damaged – offers considered. An underused brain, Cancer ridden bladder, Part-used mechanical heart valve, misshaped jointed patella, walking sticks, dodgy kidney, and an assortment of medications. Also, a sphygmomanometer, shrivelled prostate, 30fluid ounces of Warfarin infected blood (ready bagged-up), ready-filled Enoxaparin hypodermics, plastic/polyethlene hip, Stent, various creams and lotions, jaw with only four teeth, nineteen pairs of spectacles, thermometers, and hearing aids are now available for laboratory experiments. Hahaha!

I was not too impressed with the new cameras results either. Grump-Mode-Engaged!

Back to the computer. An hour or so later, Anne Gyna began to give me some stick – then I realised I had also forgotten to take the medications!

5Fri007aBack to the kitchen and took the tablets and medicines.

WD 0.0.0a I made a mug of tea. This was when I realised how hot the ageing kettle is now getting, as the water boils. Ah, well, as Timothy Schaffert, in The Coffins of Little Hope, said: “I thought it such a shame that our culture had not devised a way to defang old age. A sophisticated civilization wouldn’t ridicule senility, it would elevate it, worship it, wouldn’t it? We would train ourselves to see poetry in the nonsense of dementia, to actually look forward to becoming so untethered from the world. We’d make a ceremony of casting off our material goods and confining ourselves to a single room, leaving all our old, abandoned space to someone new, someone young, so that we could die alone, indifferent to our own decay and lost beauty.” I think he has a point. Huh!

Back to the computer, and as the brain seemed to have improved, I updated this blog to here, then got on with finishing off the Thursday post. Beit belatedly.

All done by 0645hrs.

Went on the WP reader and sent some photographs to Pinterest. Took the eighth wee-wee of the morning. All were of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) classification.

Made another mug of tea. Made a Vegemite sarnie and got a bag of Marmite crisps for brekkers.

Did the Health Checks and midday meds.

Went on TFZer and Facebooking putting on photos.

From here on everything is a vague, confused memory until around 1500hrs. I assume that Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun had had a go at me.

WD 0.0.0a I ‘came-out-of-it’ around this time, and returned to semi-awareness. I was sat in the computer chair (lucky I had not fallen out of it, really).

Got the battered fish fingers and fries cooking in the oven, then I did the Health Checks, and took the medications. I felt so tired.

1Mon99bHad a marathon LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee), and a wash.

Served up the fodder. Chestnuts, battered fish fingers, mushrooms, tomatoes, fries, and onions.

WD 0.0.0a I was in the recliner with the nosh in the tray on my knee and had turned on the TV to watch ‘Boon’. I nodded off, waking to the closing title screen scrolling. I finished the bits on the plate and picked up those that had fallen off the tray.

‘Pie in the Sky’ started, and I nodded-off several times, before giving up.

Another wasted day.

Tsk!

 

 

Inchcock Today – Thurs 28th Feb 19: Not much got done today, but I enjoyed doing it!

ZZZZW04f

2019 Feb 28

Thursday 28th February 2019

Greek: Πέμπτη 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

WD128.0.0 01:55hrs. I woke up and battled with the memories of a nightmare I’d been having, doing my best to get it, and the repetitiously resounding recollections to dissipate into the ether and stop disturbing my contentment! It was not the fact that I was falling down off of cliffs, tightropes, holes, off of bridges, out of aeroplanes, down sewers, etc. It was as if somehow, I knew it was not real, and I just wanted to stop myself being scorched and killed by the ever-burning flames wherever it was I landed. Very odd sensations were invoked, and I appeared to have felt guilty about my taking up the firemen and ambulance peoples time?  I believe there was a St Bernard and a St John’s medic at one of the attempted rescues, that was the only one where I didn’t snuff-it immediately – the one where I ended getting singed and shrivelled down the sewer drain?

Waking up was a delight. Took me a few moments to clear the brain-box of the memories. But I did, getting rid of memories and thoughts come so much easier as one ages. Hehehe!

WD128.0.0 Escaping the clutches of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner was a little more difficult than it has been of late. The right knee and left heel ensured this. Humph! As I gathered my equilibrium, composer aplomb and balance; I had to abandon the aplomb as I made a quick bee-line for the Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket! Making it with seconds to spare.

Cleaned things up, and got on the computer to update the Wednesday blog. Stopped to have another wee-wee. Although these were frequent for an hour or so, they were all of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) evacuation type.

Back to the updating, then had to stop again for a Porcelain Throne session. Not such a messy affair this time. But it was not precisely a rushable one. In fact, I got through a chapter of the Victoria Wood biography.

Back to the updating of the blog. Flipping hard work this morning!

WD128.0.0 I stopped again, as I had forgot to do the Heath Checks and take the medications. Oy Vey!

4Thu001a

4Thu001The resulting readings were much closer to the normal.

And, I found that I had not missed taking last nights tablet dosages, as well, besides!

Smug, self-congratulatory, puffed up, pleased with myself mode adopted!

I did the ablutions next. So I would be all ready for the Morrison delivery and ready to go out to the Aldi-store. Also have a chat with the Sturmscharführeress guard and sentry Wardens Julie and Deana at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Holding cell. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room Portakabin, and spare ammunition armoury.

Too early in the day to try out and use the new shower-head, though. So a Stand-up-routine was used. After which I went to make a mug of tea.

4Thu01WD128.0.0 As I was putting the kettle on, I thought to myself; “Hello, where’s that draught coming from?”.

It was a long time before I discovered I had left the new unwanted window open last night. Tsk! What a plonka!

The intercom rang, it was the Morrison driver with the delivery.

4Thu02I got the stuff stored away. I now have the fullest fridge and freezer of my life.

In fact, there was some fodder I could not get into the freezer at all! So I took a pack of bread thins with me later, to hand out and not go to waste, along with the tea bags I shall never use now I have a lifetimes supply of Glengettie and Morrisons Special Assam in stock.

This is the little gadabout route I did later.

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4Thu05A little mist about this morning, but not too cold at all with it.

I dropped off the jars at the recycling bin and put the recycle bag in the big bins, Robert the caretaker had placed them outside ready to be emptied.

The workers were very busy on the new Extra Care Winwood Court fittings inside and out.

4Thu04I took this shot of the Winwood and Winchester blocks as I ambled along Chestnut Way to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room. I entered to find a few folks in there. One came in later, not realising that the Social Hour had been cancelled due to poor Jenny being so ill.

Thankfully, the bread and tea bags were utilised. And Deana, rang the doctors for me, to book an appointment for the blood test, that no one had done from the surgery. Tsk! Thanks, Deana. She’s mad about, you know. Why every time or trips me up, or she hits me, she says, “Excuse me first! Hahaha!

I was more pleased about anything when I heard Julie tell Dean they needed some milk. I said I could bring some back for them, and they let do it. Great to be able to do a little bit for others, I went up another notch in the contentment stakes. Now I must make sure I don’t forget some semi-skimmed milk!

4Thu05aI noticed a poster on the wall in Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Bellerina Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Holding cell block. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Makes you think, dunnit?

WD128.0.0 I chatted with the gals on the short bus ride to Mapperley top. Alighted, with some difficulty when I got thrown around on the bus when I stood up to get off.

As I walked along to the Aldi store, the light began to fade a bit, and a cold breeze began. Ah, rain on the way, I thought.

Got in the store and made my to pick up the milk first, just in case I got carried away and forgot to later. I collected the bits and got to the checkout, where I bought and paid for: The semi-skimmed milk, two sourdough part-baked baguettes, a pork pie, refuse bags, some tomatoes, sliced cooked loin and some German roasted meat.

4Thu06As I got outside, taken aback with much darker things had got since I entered the Aldi store, proper-threatening weather now.

AS I passed the old car showroom that has the mystery contents in the window last week.

All became clear. (He says, fibbingly!) Outdoor Living by Zoo Interiors.co.uk… although not too clear! Haha!

4Thu06aAs I moved on along towards the Mapperley Rise turn, that I needed to take to get home, the vehicle drivers were turning on their lights, it was getting so dark.

WD128.0.0 I stood still for a few moments. Because the view reminded me something or some time, some experience… but I could not recall precisely what it was. I soon gave up trying to find the reason and moved on.

As I turned right down the road, I attempted to make a panoramic photograph of the dimly-lit view ahead of me.

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4Thu08It didn’t come out very well, and again a third of the take was just black. So I trimmed it off later, to leave this effort.

On the corner of Maurice Drive, some kind Nottinghamian had created some Nottingahamian Street Art. Humph!

As I got further down the hill. I tried another panoramic shot, this time of the Deacon Tyres depot.

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4Thu09This one came out a little wider, but I don’t know why. I think I’ll have to stop trying these types of pictures on this old camera.

Some herbicidal chaps were working on murdering the trees. The peccary swine! Still, it gave me a new view to photograph for you! Hehe!

4Thu10I crossed the road so I could walk down where there were fewer of the builder’s vehicles around.

WD128.0.0 But, the contractors had left something in the way on the pavement. So, I had to risk life and limb and walk in the roadway, until I came to the junction when I could risk stepping on the wet grass and mud.

If you want a flat here, I can put in a good word for you? Hehehe!

As I got to towards the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin, I took these two shots.

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Got into the shed and handed Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress & Harpsichord player, Warden Julie the milk. She insisted on overpaying me. A few words of a socialisationalistical nature were exchanged.

Going up in the lift, I espied two new posters on the walls.

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I made way back to the flat. After a wee-wee, I put the food away and got on the computer to update this blog. Three hours (and wee-wees) later, the odd persistent noises from the other side of the wall ceased! I’m glad to say. That being an external wall, I assumed the lads were filling in the holes and gaps like they had done on Winchester Court.

4Thu17I went to check on the heat on the oven to put in the Hock, leek, potato gratin with extra cheese and tomatoes added.

The noises had stopped again

I could see why now.

The rain was pouring down, and the lads were running for the cover of their vehicles.

4Thu16WD128.0.0 Note that the Sony camera, the one that gives me redeye, reflections and refuses to allow me to take panoramic shots, is now offering me black squares as an added free extra!

Bad luck? Unlucky? Me?

Grumph!

4Thu20I gave up and got the nosh prepared.

Hock, leek, potato-gratin ready meal, with extra cheese, garden peas, french fries and tomatoes added.

Surprisingly enjoyable, although later after eating it, I did get visited by Confusion Confucius toying with the brain for a while.

Flavour rating of 8.8/10.

When it came (in the morning) to updating this blog, I fear that memory blanks prevent me from writing about what I cannot recall from here on?

Hey-ho!

TTFNski.

Inchcock – Wed 27 Feb 19: Melancholies, perturbations, despondencies, fervencies, contentments, gratefulness, sentimentalities, frustrations, even euphoricallness, all played their part today!

ZZZZW04g

2019 Feb 25

Wednesday 27th February 2019

Swahili: Jumatano 27 Februari 2019

01:35hrs. I was up and out of the £300 second-hand Ci 1968 recliner and utilisationing the Emergency-Grey-Plastic-Wee-wee-Bin within a minute of getting my balance and on my feet! Although I coped without too much hassle in rising this morning, the left foot heel, and the right knee patella were both tender and painful. But this didn’t phase me, because, Kevin Kidney, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Anne Gyna, Hernia Harry, Reflux Roger, and Headache Henrietta were all being compliance in the hassle stakes. Fair enough, Duodenal Donald did kick off later, and Henrietta in the afternoon. But things could have been so much worse. The fear of the knee giving way again was my only real worry.

With staying up late (for me) last night, in case the Nottingham City Homes electrician or plumber arrived to sort out the shower for me, meant my sleep pattern was ruined again, although the mystery phone-call waking up must take its share of the blame. Tsk!

I cleaned and refreshed the emergency bucket, and got on with the Health Checks.

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3Wed001aThe Sys was down, but the Dia was up in relation to this. Not that I can fathom out if this good or bad.

WD 0.0.255c I then took the morning medications. But, in doing so, I become cognisant of the fact that I had again forgotten to take the evening doses yesterday! So, I swallowed just the Warfarin, Simvastatin and Indapamide from the evening pot, then took the mornings.

Oh, I do annoy myself at times! Klutz!

I got the computer on to update Monday’s blog… WD 0.0.255c Grrr!

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3Wed01aI went to make a mug of tea while it was down. Only one of the five blue lights were showing on the Virgin box.

The sky and view outside looked rather attractive, so I made a snap of it. Almost like a painting. Don’t you think?

I pondered for a few moments, on who it was that may be out and about in Nottingham at this time in the morning. The emergency services, the muggers, the Pavement Cyclists, sleeping security guards, the burglars, street-sleepers, delivery drivers, importers of illegal immigrants, drug gangs, social security fiddlers, MI5 agents, alcoholics, shoplifters, night porters, Takeaway workers, Dentists working out how to charge more for unnecessary work. Social security claimants, swapping their children with other parents to pretend they each have 24 children to support. NHS staff, the Chat-line operatives, Alcoholics Anonymous, Polish and Romanian gangs stripping the cables from the motorway, and Politicians up late fiddling their expenses, etc.

Back to the computer, and it was working again, now! Hurrah! Made a start on the updating.

WD 0.0.255c Off to the throne. Another messy evacuation. Tried the shower, red lights again. Turned it off. Little Inchies Lesion had been bleeding again.

Got on with the blog again, and finished it off and sent it to WordPress.

3Wed05a1I began doing this post for about three hours, then decided to get some breakfast.

A savoury one this morning. Marmite cheese and biscuits, mini pie and a few pickled mushrooms, with a mug of tea.

I watched some accident clips on the U-Tube site. Then went on the WP Reader.

Tried the shower, but still not working. I finished off the Tuesday post. Stand-up ablutions tended to.

Got myself dressed and everything ready for a trip into the City Centre. I was doing the checking to make sure everything was alright and no taps left on, doors open, the stove left on, electrics were safe, etc. when the door chime chirped into life.

08:40hrs: It was two chaps from the Nottingham City Homes maintenance team, come to look at the shower-head. They checked out the state of the head. Declared they would be back shortly and went to get a showerhead from the van, presumably.

They returned with mud on their shoes and set about fixing the shower for me. The replacement head did not have any controls for the spray. The man told me I can buy one from Wilko if I wanted one. Which is what I decided to do later today. Not so much a luxury for me, more a need. After I have bleeding from the lesion or rear end, I feel the need to have a good lather-up and a strong jet blast from the showerhead, to clean things up well-enough to feel comfortable. I can also give the feet a blast, being as it is uncomfortable for me to reach them. Ah, the joys of old-ageing! Hehe!

I thanked the lads and off they went.

3Wed05a1aFollowed shortly after by me. Both of the lifts were working again.

I made my way to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Holding cells. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I greeted the five residents in the room with a cheery “Morning each, hope you’re all well!” In return I got, a ‘Hmm!’, a ‘Yea’, a blank stare of surprise, and two ‘Morning’ in reply! I said, “Well, its good to know you’re all so cheerful!” Which got a couple of laughs. We had a little natter between us, which I liked.

I advised Obersturmführeress Warden Deana, and Sturmbannführeress Julie of the shower having been done for me, and a little chinwag.

Out to the bus stop for another little chinwagging session. Caroline from the Care Home further up the road provided me with a bit of gossiping en route to town. She is not in good spirits at the moment. Bless her. I tried to cheer her up a bit.

3Wed18We alighted the bus and parted to do our own shopping. I went into the Wilko store in search of a shower-head and liquid soap flakes.

I got the shower head for £11, which I thought a bargain. It has variable settings for the water jet on it. I ended up at the checkout with this head and a bag of jelly babies, the Liquid Soap Flakes, laundry freshener and an air spray.

Then I paid and departed walking over the road and to the Tesco store. I spent a good while sorting through their out of date bread, ending up getting a pack of the bread thins, 3Wed06and they had the Sweet & Sour pot noodles on offer, so I got a couple of them.

Then I had a wander around, along Milton Street and up by the KFC through Trinity Square, down Trinity Walk, then over Parliament Street and down King Street to the slab square.

There were so many more retail units closed down in Nottingham than I’ve ever seen. This does not bode well for the future.

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The things I’d seen today, closed shops, sour faces, etc. had got to me. I felt a little depressed. Made my way up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop to wait for the lift home. A gentle tap on my back was felt, it was Caroline joining me at the stop. She chatted with me as we drove home on the bus. I gave her a take-care and thumbs-up as she departed to her home.

Had a quick few words with the residents getting on the bus I’d just got off of. I enjoy having these sarcastic comments, insults and smiles thrown at me from the gang when I get back home. Hehehe!

I popped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Brigadeführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Detention cells. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and informed the Guards that I had got the showerhead, and gave them a flash of it. Hehehe! Deana kindly told me to let her know if I need any help fitting it. Bless her cotton socks!

3Wed14The temporary-footpath from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court that is partly-shared with the contractor’s cranes, diggers, tractors, the delivery lorries, and dog-walkers will be sadly missed when its all over (If I’m still alive then, of course). As will the heart-helping shocks of nearly getting knocked-over or into.

Crossing this road to the foyer is most inspiring and nervous-making! Haha! They have no 3Wed19options but to block things, it’s the nature of the building game.

Into the flat, had a wee-wee SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee variety) and put the purchases away.

WD 0.0.255c Putting away the liquid-soap-flakes, the bottle slipped through the fingers as Colin-cramps interfered with the process. The good part was it didn’t burst open… the sad part is it bounced up and landed right down on my corn!

Then I got the nosh planned. I would have some meat sarnies using the wholemeal bread thins, with plenty of sliced tomatoes. 3Wed21I got the oven warming up to cook the oven chips, then made up the sarnies. I might add a few pickled mushrooms as well. Ah, the life of a megalithic, epicurean, gastronome! Hehehe!

I put the chips in when the oven had heated up.

I got a rinse and changed into the jammie bottoms and tops for once. Checked the pins (legs). The ‘Nobbliness’ was returning, and the fluid appeared to be increasing again?

Had another wee-wee, they seem to be coming more frequently tonight. Did the Health Checks.

3Wed20The whole nosh was excellent this time out. The chips, although pale looking, tasted wonderful. And I judged the amount right for my taste-buds for once.

Had a wee-wee. Washed up. Sat down with a mug of tea, and fell asleep.

WD 0.0.255c But not for long, in fact, only about an hour or so. An almighty (or so it seemed at the time) banging that lasted only a few seconds woke me up.

I got up to take a look around. I ended up not knowing if I’d actually heard a noise or dreamt it? Nothing untoward found.

Did the last belated Health Checks and the medication imbibing.

As I lay there back in the £300 second-hand rickety ci 1968 recliner, I wondered if I should watch the TV or not… it didn’t matter, off I drifted into a nightmare-ridden sleep! Tsk!

Inchcock – Tue 26 Feb 19: A muddlesome day of mysteries. Misleading meanderings, machinations and masochistic, mind-bending and muttered merriments.

ZZZZW04h

2019 Feb 24a

Tuesday 26th February 2019

German: Dienstag, 26. Februar 2019

00:10hrs. I woke from the night’s Colin Cramp affected kip, but felt so drained and tired still, I drifted back to sleep. A rarity that is.

01:45hrs. On this awakening, the need for a wee-wee forced me to detach my overly-stomached body from the £300 second-hand, ci 1968 recliner and make use of the Furesomide Inspired Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket. It was of the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wee) variety.

I tried to work out why I felt so tired-out. Colin’s Cramps was as painful as its ever been last night, so that must be part of the reason? Why this should happen, I don’t know. The fingers warped and hurt, the ankle and toes as well? But no signs of any bother at the moment. The dodgy knee that let me down yesterday felt fine now? A confused old reprobate hobbled carefully to the kitchen to do his Health Checks.

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2Tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.  Well, well, what a change this time!

WD 0.31.0 SYS well down, DIA well up, and the pulse belted up to 97! Bad enough, but the old Sony camera is now capturing things that were not there.

Note, the whatever it is to the right of the Start button? Beats me!

2Tue05I made a brew and had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another lightning quick Trotsky Terence affair.

I investigate the pins situation. Both the knee and wound thing were looking much better this morning.

The body looked peaky, sickly, drained, ghostly, anaemic; like death warmed up pale.

Medically, things ain’t too good at the moment. I bet the phone call last night that I missed was from the surgery, clinic, hospital or health centre. Humph!

On the way back to the kitchen, I felt movement from the right knee and was not liking this at all. A smidge of nervousness kicked in.

I took the medications with the mug of tea; it was well cold enough to be safe to take the tablets with. Washed the pots from last night. Had another utilisation of the Furesomide Inspired Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket, and made a start on this blog as far as to here.

Then finished off the Monday post.

0500hrs: Posted some pictures to the albums on Facebook.

Brekkers sorted out – Corn flakes.

Hello, that headache coming back again. Tsk! I took an extra codeine tablet with the early lunchtime medications. 

WD 0.31.0 Went to get the ablutions done. Did the teggies. Cleaned and medicated the two lower regions in need. Had a shave, and got under the shower… Dam & Blast it! The two red lights came on again after a few seconds! I turned off the shower at the power. Gave it a minute or so and tried again. Put the power back on, turned on the shower… Same Again! Within a few seconds later, the lights came back on! I left it for a while and pottered about in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I tried again. Just the same! So, I had to have a stand-up wash, yet again, instead.  Humph!

WD 0.31.0 Then, after medicating Little Inchy and spraying on the Brute, I found I was not able to get the socks on! The legs had stiffened, and mainly the right one’s knee was too painful to pull up to get to the feet too high enough for me to get the hosiery on. This is not good! Fingers-crossed that things ease up for tomorrow morning. Just as well I get enough exercise just pushing my luck, in thinking things might improve!  

Moroseness-Mode-Engaged. However, a faint trace of yesterday’s absurdly over-optimistic moment of looking on the bright side through rose-tinted spectacles had lingered. And I was again determined not to get into a depressed, self-pitying, sorry-for-myself situation. The last thing I want is to become is an anhedonia sufferer (Lose my capacity to experience pleasure).

So, I forced myself to get the black bags sorted and off with them to the waste-chute. I noticed we had both lifts working this morning. Are things looking up? (Careful Inchcock, you’ll be believing in flying pink elephants, next. Hehe!)

Not really feeling up to going for a walk at the moment, so I decided to go outside and do a few photographicalistions of the Winwood complex.

I got appropriately dressed, well, all bar having no socks on. So I wore the new pair of slippers to keep my sockless tootsies warm.

WD 0.31.0 I got into the lift and went down to Jenny’s floor to drop off her pressie. But she was not available.

WD 0.31.0 So, when I got to the lift lobby on her level, I realised I had not taken the hearing aids down with me. So, back to the 12th-floor and picked them up. To the elevator and down to the ground floor.

WD 0.31.02Tue06 Where I embarrassingly became aware that I had also left behind the mobile phone. So, back up and collected it. Once again into the lift and down and outside.

As I left the lift, I spotted signs of the usual yearly year Ladybird invasion. I got the camera and took a shot of it. There were many more outside as well.

2019 Feb 26aAs I stuck the old camera lens through the fencing to take this picture, I had a terrible feeling that I might have left the SD card in the computer. But, all was well, it was in my Sony.

Even if I did get red-eye in the resulting picture. Tsk!

The sunshine shone, little wind and all in all a decent day out there.

I crossed over the road away from the complex and attempted a panasonic shot. No, that’s not right, is it? Panorama shot, that’s it!

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Left to right, Woodthorpe Court, Winwood Extra-Care Court (As will be), Warden’s Holding Cells and Winchester Court.

*Below is the same picture after I’d worked on it in Coreldraw for a bit of fun. Hahaha!

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When I arrived at the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, Oberschützeress Housing Patch Manager/Catwalk Model, Angela Gould, Obergruppenführeress Warden/International Gymnast Deana, and Obersturmbannführeress Warden/National Champion Breast-Swimmer Julie were in there with a few tenants.

2Tue09We had a little chinwag, and the Warden/Guards were kind enough to stop working for a moment, to pose for me to take their likeness. Good innit! I told Deana about the shower.

I said my farewells and off I went to take even more photographicalisations of the this peaceful, romantic, pleasurable hive-of-love known as Winwood Heights!

2Tue10I observed that Winchester Court had now had all the fallen-off letters on its nameplate on the end of the building replaced.

I began to form my ideas for the doctoring of the panoramic shot above.

I think I like the new Art Deco colouring of the apartments now.

2Tue10aMost apparent on the new Winwood Court and Wardens and facilities offices block, in between the old two blocks of flats.

I twisted my left ankle as I mounted the temporary footpath (Of sorts), against the forty-foot drop down to the allotments, via the moist soil, grass and trees. (Note that last week, I said it was a thirty-foot drop – but I’m feeling in a more dramatic mood today. Hehehe!)

2Tue11Across Chestnut Walk, I espied several busy workmen hard at it outside the Winwood Court, near to where the bus roundabout will be located. It could be of course, that they are digging for missing residents?

This made me think back to my working days. Which was not a good idea, not with my history of failures and having being made redundant three times!

2Tue11aWhen I got to the part of the fall-off on the verge, I took this photograph downwards. I had a plan on what to use it for later and to doctor it for a funny on CorelDraw.

But blown if I can remember now, what it was I’d formulated for the humorous graphic.

Sad, innit?

2Tue12aI ambled along and walked behind the flats.

WD 0.31.0 Where the mound one would have to walk over to get all the way behind, I found too challenging and painful to climb up.

WD 0.31.0 Another drifting off into deep thought. Mostly feeling a tad sad, at my bodies and minds catabolic decline. This pain in the heel, the knee giving way and my memory lapses are the most bothersome at the moment. Waiting for the kidney checks and the results of the swab test on the leg wound and examination, are equal second on the list. Haha! Mind you, by the time I get to go to have either looked at, they’ll have cleared up, or I will have croaked it. You’ve got to laugh! Well, I have to! I don’t want to obnubilate the situation.

I got in the flat, and Sister Jane rang. From the library where I think she said she and Pete were going for a talk on Suffragette history. She was concerned because I had not sent the usual email with the diary link. I checked on Google, and I had done. Pete might have missed it with me getting up so late (for me), and posting it off so much later than usual. She had to go when she knew I was still alive and kicking. But I managed a couple of minutes nattering, to annoy her. Haha! Pete found the Email. Nice of them to worry about me, really. Bless em!

I did the midday Health Checks.

*I got on with sorting the photographs I’d taken, ready to go on this diary. Then started to do the updating. (Spent hours on the computer)

Then, the door chime burst into life. It was Hauptsturmführeress Warden Deana, she left me a letter, did the alarm checks with control and had a look at and tried the shower for me. The red lights came on, and the shower stopped! We tried again, the same result. She called the maintenance and advised them for me. They are going to try and get someone out before 1800hrs to look at it if they can.

I did some more updating of this blog. I stayed awake much longer than usual, cause the maintenance electrician might possibly, perhaps, maybe, be calling sometime up to 18:00hrs, or not, whatever. Not easy for me to stay away so late. I’ve been up for about 16 hours now, and tiredness is dawning.

I’ve left the door unlocked in case I do not hear the chap… if he comes. I’ll get some sarnies done-up I think. I can watch a DVD with subtitles, then I will not need the headphones and should hear him… if he arrives.

2Tue24Did the Health Checks and medication taking, and got the bread in the oven, to make the nosh.

Part-baked baguettes, one large sourdough, two small white. Buttered and filled with sliced tomatoes. Two pieces of pathetically plastic tasting chicken breasts.

Taste ratings: Chicken 2/10, tomato baguettes 8.5/10.

The electrician didn’t make it. Quite understandable, taking into account the late in the day request. In a way, I hope the shower does not work in the morning, cause it may make me look a fool if it does when (if) the plumber arrives to look at it. Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit!

So, at 1810hrs, I got the headphones on and watched Heartbeat on the TV. Well, that’s not true. I started to watch Heartbeat, fell asleep within a couple of minutes, woke up to watch the start of Police Interceptors and nodded off again.

At least the cramps were far less severe.

TTFNski.

 

Inchcock – Mon 25th Feb 19: This Monday deteriorated as it went… The Cramp’s night attacks assured I got little sleep. Fed-up? Me?

ZZZZW04i

Monday 25th February 2019

Scots Gaelic: Diluain 25 Gearran 2019

00:30hrs. I woke with remnants of yesterdays horrendous headaches still lingering, but far less acutely, and the wrists and arms itching away like mad, I’ve no idea why. I had to release my overly stomach-burdened body from the £300 second-hand ci 1968 rickety recliner and made use of the Emergency Grey Plastic Bin for a wee-wee. While taking this VSWWW (Very short Weak-Wee-wee), I realised that the bin had hardly been used overnight. Whereas yesterday morning it was three-quarters full, this morning there was only perhaps signs of a couple of uses. I thought about not taking the Furesomide this morning; I’ve got to go out for the Warfarin INR blood test anyway.

Then as I went into the kitchen with the plates, cutlery and tray left over from last nights meal and got them in the sink to soak, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was a lot less messy this visit. While sat there, I noticed that the leg fluid seemed to have gone down again, not entirely, but far less retention for sure. What there was remaining, had all gone down to the ankles and feet. I washed the dandies and took these pictures of the much-improved situation.

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The wound seemed to be in an amelioration mode? I could not see any new papsules that had appeared since yesterday. And, the distorted Arthur Itis and Fluid Retention right Lunar Surfaced knee appeared calmer, to me. Here I am, having waited over two weeks to hear from the Health Centre for the swab results and appointment for the legs to be checked over, and now, just when the leg things start clearing up of its own accord, you can bet I’ll be summoned by the medics, who will no doubt be dismissive and annoyed that things will not be looking too bad. I got a bit confused writing that!

WD0.0.128 Washed the pots up, made a brew, went to take the medications, and found I had not taken last nights doses! What a blunder-headed schlub I am! So, I just took the two Warfarin, the magnesium and Simvastatin tablets out of the night pot, and digested them along with the morning dosages.

I did the Health Checks, then went on the computer to make up last weeks record on Excel and made the graph.

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This morning’s Sys was high. The temp had gone up too, but that’s always been lower than it should be, though.

I checked the timing for this mornings surgery visit to the nurse. 09:25hrs, it is. So I must get the ablutions started at 07:30hrs, to give myself time to clean up and get things ready to set off in time (0830hrs) for the hobble into Carrington. I pondered pointlessly over how it will go this time. Will I get a rollicking again? Depends on which nurse is on duty.

I got the nibbles in the bag, then got on with the updating of the Sunday blog. Got it all done and posted off. Had a VSWWW, only the second of the day, so I might get through the 55-minute walk to Sherrington Park Surgery without having to hold back any wee-weeing instincts? Hopefully!

I went on the WordPress Reader, then started on this blog.

1Mon06Got up to here, and then made a mug of Glengettie tea and a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Got the ablutions sorted.

WD0.0.128 Unfortunately, the shower stopped as soon as turned it on. The reds lights flashed up again, ‘No Water’ and ‘Reset Needed.’ Another  Woodthorpe Court Mystery! Because as far as I know, it only happens in my flat, no one believes me! Especially when sometimes I can turn it off at the power, then try again later, and it works, not every time, though. Grumph! So, I had a stand-up wash and shave.

My usual trait of accepting things are going to go wrong more for me than others, is being proven repeatedly. I believe that now I am in my dotage and second-childhood stage of life, my capableness, adeptness, abilities and lucidity, will fail along with the memory and concentration, as the mind and physical controls fall into decay along with my caducity?

1Mon07WD0.0.128 I got the things in the bag, took the black bags to the waste chute, collected my bag and recycling stuff, and set out. Still only the one lift working again.

Left the bag near the caretaker’s door and hobbled to Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Being so early, there was only Riechsführeress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana in the shack. Had a quick natter, then off on my way to the surgery.

As  I left the hut, I took these pictures of Winchester Court. Wonder what the antennas are for?

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1Mon07cWinchester Court is looking alright now.

WD0.0.128 The Winchester Street Art that had been deposited by some Nottinghamian fly-tipper was still there. The kiddies meal seat had gone, and the bag full of rubbish had had more stuff added to it.

I pressed on down the hill, and halfway or so down, I found an obstacle that needed getting by on the pavement. Some builderers at work. They’d not left much room for folks to get by on the sidewalk, but they had little choice as far as I could tell.

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1Mon08WD0.0.128 I walked up Mansfield Road, and when I got near the Library, the Charity Shop’s clothing bank bin had been gone through and clothing removed.

Not nice is it? Maybe it was someone who was homeless? But I doubt it.

The sun was coming out stronger now, but it wasn’t a warm one.

1Mon09Up over the hill and down into Carrington and the surgery. I was well-pleased at my hobbling-rate, and I arrived there about 25-minutes early. Smug-Mode-Engaged. Haha!

There was an aura; if that’s the word, about the place this morning. The receptionist signaled with her hand for me to sit down. So I did!

Within five minutes; I’d only just got the crossword book out, Nurse Ann came to collect me.

WD0.0.128 She asked me if I was doing alright, and very nearly broke into a smile! Very unnerving! The unsettling and nerve-wracking blood sample session was done, without me being told-off or being spoken to in a raised voice about anything, too! It put me entirely off my strokeBut it was nice! I handed out the nibble-treats and departed.

I checked the time I had, and there was plenty of it to get some shopping done at Lidl, and still catch a bus back to Sherwood in time to use the L9 bus to get back up the hill.

1Mon12I ended up spending a lot more than I had planned to. I used the self-serve tills, without any problems Swank-Mode-Engaged! I got a bottle of orange barley cordial, some Easter treats for the gals, Italian nougat, seasoned potato slices, French Nougat, Yoghourts, cooked meats, fresh tomatoes and something I rarely if ever buy; Ready-made Breakfast sandwiches.

When I saw them, the idleness in me came out, and I bought a packet to have with the sliced potatoes and some tomatoes, for an easy meal. Shame-Mode-Adopted! Hehehe!

WD0.0.128 I caught a bus back to Sherwood and called in the Wilko store to get some liquid soapflakes. But, they had sold out! Spit! I got some air spray.

I called in a Charity Shop, but nothing of interest was found. Then limped up to the bus stop. And I mean limped! The right knee had come loose. Naturally, as this had happened once before, and I remember the pain of getting it back in position, I stood still where I was on the pavement, to hopefully let it reset itself.

I decided to take a picture of down Mansfield Road. As I took one, Eric, from Winchester Court came into view. So I zommed in a bit and took one of him as well.

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He did make me laugh! We had a chinwag, moan and quibble about things.

WD0.0.128 The bus arrived, and I was getting on last, and as I lifted the leg up to get on the vehicle, the damned patella floated out! It didn’t half look nasty. But, most pleasingly, it went back in the first try when I manoeuvered it! Super-Smug-Mode-Adopted! Of course, it hurt! Hehe!

Back up to the flats, Eric said his farewells after he carried my bags off of the bus for me. Bless his cotton socks! Nora was sat on the bus bench, and I gave her a chocolate rose! I think she liked it. Then as the other bus arrived, Penny got off, and we walked along Chestnut Way nattering. I handed her a chocolate rose.

I got in the flat and took the belated Furesomide tablet with the midday doses. Put the purchases away and got the oven warming up for the potatoes.

WD0.0.128 I tried to open the packet of sandwiches but got in a pickle. Ended up using the scissors. These packages could be used to store C4 in, they are that hard to get into. Hahaha!

Did some updating to this blog.

Chips in the oven.

Health Checks, done.

1Mon99bThis idle-nosh was much enjoyed, despite my not being able to eat it all.

I left the white bread sarnie… after picking out the sausage from it. Hahaha!

Once settled down with the TV on, the Colin Cramps started! Fingers, hands and toes were the worst affected. I’ve not had a session so bad for years. What was a full tube of Propain Gel, had about a quarter of the stuff left within three hours. I don’t believe it had any effect on the pain, but maybe just rubbing it in might have helped? Naturally, I could not reach to medicate the toes or feet. I used up the last of the can of Deep Heat on the tootsies, again to no effect. Oy Vey!

A phone call came in and, I could not find the mobile in time to answer it before it stopped.

I was woken up many times with the cramp pains, and frustrated, to say the least.

Enough already!

Inchcock Today – Sun 24th Feb 19: Despite all the Calamities, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Ailments and Multitudinous Wee-wees; Peace within, reigned!

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2019 Feb 24

Sunday 24th February 2019

Hungarian: 2019. február 24., vasárnap

WD 200.11.10 00:35hrs. I stirred into semi-ersatz life, with the most wretched and tormenting headache I can ever remember having in my life (Using the word life, in its loosest definition). I put this down to last night’s nasty Dizzy Dennis attack.

I lay there, pondering over whether to risk taking any extra Codeines to counter the annoying almost audibly hearable (to me, anyway), drone-drone and throbbing from the cephalalgia.

WD 200.11.10 It then dawned on me, as my slowly awakening brain, registered that I needed a wee-wee, the Porcelain Throne and that Little Inchies fungal lesion was emitting the dreaded wet and warm tingling sensation that comes when it is bleeding!

I thought to myself: “This is not going to be one of my better days!” Not for this old Shlimazel!

WD 200.11.10 As I dismounted the c.1968 rickety, rusty, rattling recliner, more problems presented themselves.

  • The left foot’s heel had swollen more than the rest of the legs and feet and proved to be a handicap for me to walk without pain each time I put the foot down.
  • Arthur Itis in the already misshaped warped right knee was causing more discomfort.
  • Kidney Pain Kevin was active from the moment I moved.
  • I found the Emergency Grey Wee-Wee Bin was nearly half full. (But again, I could not recall waking or getting out the recliner and using it overnight?) Then I had to use it.

WD 200.11.10 Then, I knocked the bottle of spring water off of the Ottoman. Oddly, there were no under-the-breath cursings or self-pitying; Just deference to my medical-misfortunes. A surrender to, and submission to the situation. A belief, nay, a conviction, that this is how things are now, and I had the ability to bounce back! (Worryingly. Hehe!) 

Off to wet room first. Much to be done in there this morning. The evacuation was another messy one-push-and-all-over classification. But Trotsky Terence’s influence seemed less powerful this time. (Crossing fingers here!)

7Sun01I Checked out the pins (legs) and wound next.

The new spots of papsules around the healing original wound were spreading up and around the leg now. The lower parts of the limb were much more fluid-filled than the top half. None of the sensations of worms inside trying to get out, were present this morning.

As for the moon-crater resembling right knee, that Arthur Itis is now having a bash at, it had lost some of the colouring blotches. But, it looked like the patella could go into an eruption-mode at any time. Hehe!

I gave up on getting the socks on, just too painful to do. Thankfully I do not need to go out today. I hope things improve for tomorrow’s surgery visit.

Cleaning and medicationalisationing Inchies fungal lesion was the worst part of the visit. The pain and stopping the bleeding took me ages to get done. (A few silent mutterings that included some Arghs and curse words were uttered!)

Had another wee-wee. They were now coming in the SSVDWW (Short-Sharp-Variable-Dribbling-wee-wees) style.

I’d been up an hour already, and had got nothing done other than bodily movements and medicationalisationing. Tsk! I got the Emergency Grey Wee-wee Bin cleaned and disinfected. I put antiseptic and Zoflora citrus disinfectant, a laundry pod and a handful of soap powder in the bin. Hopefully, this will reduce the whiff from it when it is used. Taking it back to its location near the computer, I had to use it!

Back to the kitchen, washed my hands and got the Health Checks done.

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7Sun02Despite all the hassles and accifauxpas this morning, I was mildly pleased to see that the BP had come down a tad.

I made a brew of the extra-strong Gengettie tea, and took it to the computer, with the intention of getting yesterdays blog updated ready for sending off.

WD 200.11.10 But not yet it proved, as en route, I spilt the tea, and it fell mostly on my pyjama bottoms! Oh, dearie me!

I made another brew and got on with the Saturday post. Just writing about Micheal’s visit cheered me up a bit. I will not let my unfortunatisms get me down today! Notwithstanding this chronic persistent headache perhaps. I took the medications, an extra Codeine (that seems to have failed to ease the head pains), and a Furesomide. I might have to try another Codeine later if things don’t get any better with this unique to me head-slitting hemicrania. Never before has Inchcock been bothered by such a migraine! Of course, it could be something else more serious, but best to not think of that. Hehe!

Finally, I got on with the updating. I didn’t get it finished until late on in the morning. And I reckon that around eight interceptions for a wee-wee and one for another Porcelain Throne session didn’t help.

I had to empty, clean and disinfect the Emergency-Grey-Bin again. Washed the hands and contact surface areas with the antisepticated cloth.

7Sun07I took this photo of the skyline from the unwanted light & view blocking, with glass that is impossible for me to reach to clean new kitchen window.

It looked so peaceful out there. Considering the latest headlines from the Nottingham Post: Body found in park, Spike in knife crime, City Centre stabbing – Man with lifethreatening injuries, Armed Police stand-off after Machete attack, Dangerous sex attacker at large after escaping from prison van, on the way from Nottingham, Man arrested after assault outside Aspley pub, Pensioner, 78, threatened with a knife and left unconscious after burglary, Prison officer jailed after she ‘fell in love’ with convicted murderer, Two arrested following armed robbery, Woman is banned from Home Bargains store after defecating on a bench outside, ‘Experienced’ thief stole car parked at Asda – but he’s been given a chance to go straight, Lawyer with possible ‘addiction’ to child porn sent image to chat room user, Witness appeal after man kicked in the head and assaulted by three men, Police hunt three masked men armed with air pistol, machete and baton after robb7Sun07aery, Three men to appear in court charged in connection with Sherwood pub burglary, Nottingham woman to appear in Jamaican court after seizure of cocaine worth $4million, Man, 21, stabbed in broad daylight outside Nottingham takeaway, and Plans to bring the World Naked Bike Ride to Nottingham underway!

Anyone wishing to spend a holiday in Nottingham, you might like to stay at the Park Inn by Radisson, on Mansfield Road. Then, when you get yourself an armed guard escort, you can pop up the road and see me at the surgery three times a week, for a chinwag and gossip! Hehehe!

I made a start on this blog after posting the Saturday one off to WordPress. Well, after another wee-wee. The evacuations have now turned to LSPDOWWs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wees). I stood there with Emergency Grey Bin in hand and the trickle started. By the time it had ended, the heel of the left foot had started hurting with my standing for so long. I nearly nodded off a couple of times. But, I will not let it get me down today! This new found resolution I’d acquired is a bit worrying, to say the least. Another Woodthorpe Court Mystery for me to get confused over!

7Sun10I went to make another brew of tea, and the previously hidden moon made an appearance! I thought it might be a good idea, to go out on the balcony take a shot of it.

WD 200.11.10 It wasn’t, as it turned out. Although I was pleased with my careful manipulation of the already rusting metal pressure spring opener on the side window, and getting any fingers trapped this 7Sun11atime. My being perhaps over-confident with this, I banged my wrist on the clip when closing the window! I now have the funniest looking welt on the wrist!

But the oddest of all, was as I took the picture, Colin Cramps attacked and distorted the fingers all overthe place. Haha, serves me right!

However, I am still dead set on not letting things make me all sorry for myself and depressed today – whatever it throws at me! ‘Dead set’ not have been the best choice of words to use. He-he! I just didn’t appreciate how life would be when I got older: A salmagundi of confusion, pain and anguish, yet a laugh-a-minute, weird and wacky at the same time!

I pressed on with the updating, times getting on now, just as well it’s Sunday, so no buses to tempt me to go out, but, as Tim Price said in a comment, ‘At least having the wees and the Trotskies at least keeps you active while indoors’. My sort of wit, that!

7Sun120800hrs: I had an LSPDOWW, and poddled off to wash my hands and make another drink.

By golly, a right pea-souper of a fog had descended outside!

I’ve not seen one like this for a long time.

I got the kettle on and had another wee-wee, this time a lot shorter evacuation.

7Sun11I treated myself to a slightly bigger mug, of the Gengettie Special tea-bag brew. I also took another Codeine, cause the headaches is showing no signs of getting any easier. Tsk! I’d started a new box of the tablets from another different supplier. They are so small compared to the usual ones, I hope I don’t ever drop any. Haha!

I went on the WP comments to reply to some. I answered both of them.

Got this post started, in between some frightful wee-wees.

0850hrs: I went on the TFZer Facebook page.

Got some breakfast, corn flakes.

WD 200.11.10 Then it hit home, Dizzy Dennis, Colin Cramps and Kidney Pain Kevin, all at the same time.

I turned the computer off and just sat down, drained and confused. Eventually, I drifted off into a much-welcomed sleep. Then Sister Jane rang and woke me up. We spoke a while I think, but I can’t recall much of what was said.

7Sun38I turned on the TV – but again, I can’t remember what if anything I watched.

I rose and got the nosh prepared. Polish knuckle, chips and seasoned baked beans.

The wee-wees had slowed right down now, why I didn’t know. Managed to nod off again.

WD 200.11.10 I recall waking with Kidney Kevin pains a couple of times. Then the dreaded Colin Cramps had a go at me. I lay there in such misery as the distorted fingers became almost animated as the intermingled of their own accord. This went on for ages. Not a good night at all.

Hey-ho, though – I didn’t let things get me down.

Inchcock – Saturday 23rd February 2019

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2019 Feb 23

Saturday 23rd February 2019

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 23 Febhuwari 2019

01:00hrs. I woke and lay there with my mind in a sort of blankness. I knew I had to remember something this morning, but could not see any reminder notes on the TV or computer screen. I felt so drained, after all the sleep I’d had too. The fuzziness remained as I spent a while doing my best to get the brain to function. Tsk! An instant call arrived for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised.

I was out of the second-hand £300 rusty recliner in seconds and found myself in the wet room without recalling how I got there. (Worrying that!) The evacuation was affected in a Trotsky Terence mode and needed much cleaning up after the session.

wd 0.0.30 Back to the recliner room, I went. The Emergency Grey Bin was half-full. Yet I couldn’t remember using it overnight? Depression and self-pity Mode now adopted! I then noticed I had liquid in the tray on the Ottoman and down the sides of it! I’d soaked the mobile phone, Lumix camera, the notepad, and pens! Whatever the liquid was, it didn’t smell at all? Another Mystery! I think the mobile and camera are both done for, neither would turn on after I tried to dry them. Depression Mode Adopted! Somehow, I found myself just accepting the situation, although angry with myself. It took me an hour to clean things up, between many SWDWWs (Short-weak-dribbling-wee-wees). Now I may have to spend more money on replacements. Grumph!

wd 0.0.30 I went to get the Health Checks done and take the medications. Another Whoopsiedan6Sat06gleplop of the highest order! I found there were not enough medications in the drawer to fill all of the pots – then realised I had not fetched the prescriptions from the chemist! Oh, boy, today may well be one of my worst for ages, the way it’s started! I was short of just six Warfarin and one Bisoprolol (Beta-blocker). So, off to the pharmacy in Carrington later. Ay-yay-yay!

I made up the pots, and left a note about which ones needed topping up, and put them in the individual tubs in need of. Then, I began the Health Checks.

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6Sat08At least the resulting readings were all looking okay.

Considering how this morning’s events had got me in a panic mode, I was well-pleased with these figures.

Back to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy Trotsky Terence affected evacuation. I took a 6Sat03Dia-Limit capsule after.

As I returned to the kitchen to make sure everything was in place and safe, I took this photograph with the light off.

Off for another SWDWW. I hope these ease off before I have to walk to Carrington to collect the prescription medications. I really do!

My head’s in a mess now. But I must press on. I got the computer going and made a start on this blog as far as here. Then updated yesterdays diary and got it sent off to WordPress.

05:05hrs. Went on the WordPress Reader.

6Sat1105:29hrs. Got some breakfast. A cuppa and some cornflakes. Watched a DVD on YouTube. Got carried away on YouTube.

0830hrs. Got the ablutions sorted. The shower warning lights came on again: ‘No Water’ and ‘Reset Needed.’ Of course, there is no reset button anywhere. Turned off at the power and back on, and it worked?

Knee and leg wound investigated.

6Sat13

The wound was looking far better again. The knee has developed a nasty looking blackish growth and has changed its moon surface looks. Haha!

I was taking the waste bags to the chute, and my mate Michael was getting out of the lift with some PPs for me. What a pal!

6Sat12Fantastic chinwagging session and a laugh or two was enjoyed. The hero then gave me a lift to the chemist to collect the prescriptions and back home again!

I noticed that a washing machine was free as I came in the lobby. So I got up to collect laundry bag and accoutrements.

6Sat14Put the medications on the kitchen top, had an SWDWW wee-wee, and down to the washers.

Back up to the apartment, and got the prescriptions into the medical drawer.

Down once more, to move the clothing into the dryer. Some naughty person had not cleaned the dryer filter, but fair enough, it could have 6Sat17been someone who could bend down to do the job, so I cleaned it.

Then cleaned the washer drum and casing of the washer.

wd 0.0.30 I was going to take a picture of outside, but I’d forgotten to take the door swipe down with me.

I made a start on updating this blog, in between three SWDWWs.

6Sat15Put the swipe in the trouser pocket, and down a final trip, to take some photographs and collect the washing.

I also took an empty glass jar and medicine bottle, to go in the Senior Citizen Residents Alcoholics Recycling bin. Hehehe! 

The machine had turned itself off, and the clothing was not dried yet? So I popped outside to 6Sat16take a photo on Chestnut Way. Being the weekend, there were not many folks about.

I was in fine fettle myself, though. With Michael calling to see me, had cheered me up no end! I do love verbalisationing with amate, don’t get many opportunities nowadays. So, if yer reading this Michael, thanks cocker! Much appreciated.

6Sat18I had an amble around for a while, then went back in to check if the clothes were dry enough, which they were.

Removed, folded and got the things into the bag. On the way to the lift, I had a read of the notice board signs.

Put the done washing away, had an SWDWW, no that’s not right. The wee-wees had now transmogrified themselves into SSDWWs (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees).

On the computer to update this post.

6Sat30Marmite crisps and cheese, with Vegemite sarnies for the nosh. I just felt like them!

wd 0.0.30 A massive Dizzy Dennis attack as I got settled into the recliner to watch some TV. It left me with a cracking headache this time, and I still had it when I woke up the following morning.

Humph!