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Inchcock Today – Fri 8 Apr 16: The Missing Panic Alarm Wristlet puzzle solved – Then another Whoopsiedangleplop!

Friday 8th April 2016

I woke around 0100hrs and had yet another search for the missing Alarm wristlet, without any success.

Gave up, nodded off, and sprang awake again at 0305hrs, convinced I knew where the wristlet might just be found; In one of the pockets of the coats hanging in the hallway?

No, not there either.

Fretting now, that I’d have to report this loss to the Nottingham City Homes Control and the flats Coordinator Dean Walker and have to pay for a replacement and make myself look a right clot into the bargain!

I looked in all the places I’d already searched last night, without any luck again.

So, depressed and defeated, I accepted the situation and resigned myself to a day of crawling and being red faced was to follow.

I attended the throne for the morning efforts, made a cup of tea, and booted the laptop into action.

While making the graphic above, I’d hoped to get some inspiration of somewhere I might not have looked yet? As I moved the camera to get to the SD card in the slot… Yes, there it was, right in front of me underneath the camera carrier – where I was sat when I first realised it was missing!

The velcro on the band had attached itself to the velcro on the camera case, so when I first moved the case to look under it for the wristlet, it moved with it. Both being black didn’t help?

Words fail me here! Hang on, I’ve found a few… better not type them in, though!

Took the medications, but the expected joy at discovering the alarm was not there – it was overshadowed I think, by the feelings of inadequacy and contempt with myself that I felt.

The disdain I was feeling toward myself wasn’t helped, when I went to make another cuppa, in semi-celebration of finding the thing and dropped the milk as I took it out of the fridge!

On a right downer now! The feeling is hard to describe and rather esoteric.

Still, neither Little Inchy or Hame Aroids were bleeding at all, and the view from the kitchen window, all the twinkling lights gave me something else to concentrate on. Why do the street lights appear twinkling some mornings, and static on others? Just another pointless, banal thought that popped into my head like. Tsk!

Took a bath and did my ablutions, then got the dirty washing ready and took it down with me to the Laundry Room. I met Olive from number 84 as she was on her way down to the laundry room. I like Olive, sweet lady struggles with arthritis but never complains bless her. We had a natter on the way down in the lift.

Received a letter from Nottingham City Homes confirming they were coming on Wednesday 13th April to look at the draughts coming into the kitchen.

Both the machines were in use, and a lady sat in the lobby waiting for one to finish! No chance there then for Olive or me to get the job done. We returned back up the lift and I had another nice chinwag with her before I returned to the apartment to make another cuppa.

Got the laptop back on and updated this article come diary come, Tale of Woes, come Inchcock Today.

Patti Beckert, my oldest cyber friend, had sent me an email. I answered her after doctoring a photo I took of Clinton Street in Nottingham.

I swapped Patti’s face for another lady, using CorelDraw x8 and CorelPaint x8.

Can you guess which one?

Then I went on Facebook for a while. A long while. A very long while indeed.

Got the new paring knife, and started to slice and cut the parsnips and carrots ready to spray with sunflower oil and bake in the oven… Whoopsiedangleplop!

It bled a little and I had to change the dressing three times after I managed with microscopic effort, to cut my right thumb.

Losing the blood left me with a blue coloured hand. Hehe! The Warfarin level I suppose?

I got the veg in the oven and added a beef slice later to even out the cooking times. Added the potato sticks, new potatoes, beetroot and pickled onions.

It came out alright and I was pleased with the result, although using the knife and fork was hindered by having to change the dressing on the thumb again. All okay later, nay bother!

I think my mind control was beginning to labascate when I found the garden peas simmering away on the hob when I went to wash the pots later. Humph! The parsnips and carrots were appetizing, despite my missing cutting off the ends of the carrots due to the Whoopsiedangleplop.

Fell asleep and was woken up by the Asda delivery gentleman ringing the intercom phone to be allowed in to bring the fodder. I answered the phone, he said who he was, I pressed the entry door-unlock button combination, then as I got the tiered trolly to the door in readiness: It dawned on me that I could not remember sending an order to Asda (Walmart)?

Although I could not recall placing the order, I must have.

As he passed the stuff to me to put on the trolley, it came back to me when I noticed the pack of two lamb leg chops other stuff.

I signed for the food, thanked the chap and went to put away the fodder delivered.

The freezer is now fuller than it ever has been, in fact, I had to dish some bits from it to make room for the new stuff! The cupboards were overfull to the point of absurdity. What when and why did I place this order? I checked on the Google Calendar and saw the reminder for it, and felt a right fool again. Tsk!

I sat down to watch the TV and a message told me to retune to get a channel I had on that had moved to another location. What a mess I made of that somehow. I’ve lost all of the radio channels now, but have got a channel of the CCTV camera on the Foyer door? Much as I wanted the radio channels back, I did not want to lose the CCTV channel? So I left it as it was because I didn’t know how I changed it in the first place? Poor old fool!

No chance of watching the goggle-box as I kept nodding for a few seconds, every five minutes it seemed.

Eventually, I drifted off.

Urgent: Whoopsiedangleplop avoiding advice for Senior Citizens

Inchcock SS (Senior Citizens) Brigade Urgent Advice

The Inchcock SS (Senior Citizens) Brigade caretaker, Inchcock Chambers, after having treatment on his torso, legs and lower regions for burns at the Queens Medical Centre ER department, would like to pass on a tip for other approaching-senility doddery old codgers.

That is: Do not store your bath salts next to the similar looking and shaped box of Bicarbonate of Soda you use to clean your toilet bowl!

Thank You.

Fri 4 Mar 16 Inchcock Today: Plans, hopes and health deteriorated throughout this day. Humph!

*****

Friday 4th March 2016

**If you’d made gravy like wot I did today,** **you wouldn’t risk going too close to it either. *Urgh!* Hehe!**

Good Morning each.

Another night of my waking up between dreams. I think most of them were about being frustrated at work again? The now, almost usual climbing up walls, onto and over roofs, with one odd one out about being sentenced in Court to life imprisonment, by the female judge that looked a lot like cyber friend Marissa Bergen? Well, she kept alternating between playing her guitar and drums throughout the trial? I had no idea what the charge was, but recall occasionally ducking down behind the dock and roasting some vegetables on a griddle?

I got up with relative ease this morning, and toddled to the Porcelain and used the throne. Bleeding again still, but nowhere near as much. And the back was easier too, no stabbing pains at all yet. (Give it time though).

I made up some gravy, ready to use later. I was going to store it in the fridge until it needed to be added to the Beef pie when I made it. I have no idea what, well; I assumed I’d put something into it by mistake, but when I dipped my finger in to taste it, Cor blimus, did taste ‘orrible! I decided to just use oxo cubes later on and avoid the fancy recipe Sister Jane gave me to try in future.

It wasn’t looking too bad outside. I was partially pleased with the photo I took from the kitchen window of a group of dog-wakers, way away on the steep footpath that leads up to Woodthorpe Grange Park. As I took it, tiny bits of snow began to fall. It must be cold out there; they are all wrapped up well.

Made a cuppa and took the medications. I was thinking of having an early bath, but the hot water didn’t seem to get hot?

I must get to the laundry room today. I’ll leave it until the bus is due.

Laptop on, another cuppa, finished a graphicalisation off for a post.

Then, set about to trying to find out how to change from Formal to Casual recognition on Grammarly checks. It took me over three hours searching and experimenting to find out how to do it. Of course, it’s so easy when you learn how to. Tsk!

Late now for the laundry, but I’ll get abluted and dressed, then go down to see if a machine is available, got to be done like.

Back in a bit. (I hope).

All the machine being used, so no laundering today.

Back to the flat, WC decided to have a bath. Still no hot water. Humph!

The snow had kept off, but the sky looked ominous out there.

I felt a bit weary earlier than usual today.

The vision blurred a bit, and the back and Angina is giving me some grief now.

So, I decided to make the fodder while I was feeling up to it.

Had the rumbling innards start again now, too.

I got a beef pasty, roast vegetables with parsnips added, boiled cubes potatoes and made some gravy. Had a banana after the fodder.

Not up to eating much of it, though.

I faded and fell asleep on and off for a couple of hours, feeling grotty each time I stirred.

Made a cuppa and took the medications.

The mobile rang, it was the Doctors Surgery changing the time of my appointment for Mondays Warfarin INR blood level test.

While up, I got the laptop back on and changed the time of the appointment on the Google Diary before I forgot to. If that wasn’t bad enough, I realised I’d missed my appointment at the clinic when I altered the calendar. Bunglelworthy I am!

Didn’t do much else other than wash the pots and threw away the uneaten food.

Checked what was on the TV, in the hope, that I’d stay awake long enough to watch Hetty Wainthrope Investigates. Then realised I’d been looking at the wrong day, and Hetty was not on tonight.

Whatever it was I watched, it was in a repeating mishmash of periods of 2-3 minutes wakefulness followed by ten minutes a kip… I’ve no idea why I didn’t just give in earlier to the sleep, The pains from Anne Gyna and the feelings of impending doom and anticipated looming catastrophe. I felt suddenly horribly depressed.

When I did try to get off into the land of nod, I waking up feeling, erm what’s the word? Apprehensive, timid, nervous perhaps. I can’t explain why, but need to get help if this continues. I’ve never felt like this before in my life.

In the midst of all this physical and mental uncomfortableness and apprehension, I had to visit the throne in the bathroom. No bleeding from either end should have cheered me up a tad. I had an idea for a post I thought might be humorous: ‘Nipping to the lavatory over the years.

How do I get ideas like this when I’m suffering so and sat on the throne? And not when I’m in a logical state of mind; when I want to get an idea when I’m sat at the laptop looking for an idea.

So I wrote this down here to remind me in the morning. Else I might forget it, I fear.

Hello, poetry? Hehe! I got the laptop on and updated this diary while I thought of it.

Although by now, it was well past my usual time for getting up – I got my head down, and a few minutes at most later, I awoke with few memories of a long dream I just had.

Horrible they were, everything going wrong, frustrating, hate-filled nasty people chasing me, and I was back on the rooftops running away from hundreds of people, ending up at a petrol station in the Outback of Australia, kangaroos all around. Not being chased anymore now, I fell in love with the lady putting petrol in my car…

I don’t understand how so much could have been dreamt about in such a short time?

But I was still in pain and depressed when the Reflux Valve joined in with Anne Gyna to make me even more sorry for myself.

So around 0500 hrs I got up, and needed another trip to the throne? Oh dear, I’m fed-up.

Wed 2 Mar 16 Inchcock Today: New word created for ‘Oh botherations!’

Wednesday 2nd March 2016

Up at 0200hrs, in need of the using the facilitations of the bathroom porcelain.

Started to move the lumbering ever growing body mass from its resting place in the 1959 damaged imitation leather armchair bought from the Sue Ryder Charity Shop and a pang of pain from the lower back area made me think again about moving. Oh dear, I thought. I lay a while, trying to get myself into an easier position to attempt to rise from, and tried again; No pain, no twinges at all from the back this time? Odd that.

Tended to the needs in the bathroom, no bleeding from anywhere at all (Mind you I haven’t shaved yet, hehe!). The Angina being the only ailment giving me any bother at the moment.

As I was on the throne, I remembered dreaming about being climbing on roofs again, and frustrated at not getting where I wanted to go?

I made a cuppa and took the medications, far earlier than I should have, I just didn’t realise at the time I’d got up so early. Tsk!

Laptop on then finished the Tuesday Diary off; I started this one up to here. Did some Facebooking, well I did a bit, but got carried away with an idea for a graphic for the TFZ gals and gals.

Did some Facebooking, well I did a bit.

But I got carried away somewhat with an idea that came to mind for a graphic for the TFZ gals and gals. Got in finished, though, after three hours at it.

I just hope they all like it and get a smile firmly implanted on their lips, and it cheers them up?

Another Facebooking bash.

Then ran the bath and carried out my ablutions and daily medicalisationing duties. Hehe!

Had to hurry a bit to get down in time to catch the bus, due, to my overdoing the soaking in the luxurious Radox and Dettol antiseptic disinfectant Lavender bath!

I arrived at the bus stop only just in time, and the bus arrived came within seconds of me getting to shelter and greeting a very lovely lady there, who lives on the fifth floor.

I felt movement in areas I’d forgotten I had!

Dang dang dang dang! Hehehe!

We had a good natter on the way to town on the bus.

We parted (So sad) at the Post Office near the bus terminus, and I walked into town, to catch the tram to Bulwell. Where I was determined to get some photographs of the ducks that would be good enough to send to the Animal and Floral site on Facebook. On the way on the tram, I planned to try and get some shots from the footbridge over the canal.

I search my coat pocket to get the camera ready – Shushbuggeritski! I’d forgotten to take the camera with me! Gawd blimey I was so angry with myself!

Alighted the tram and hobbled into Bulwell Market.

Naturally, en route, as I crossed over the footbridge and stopped to feed the ducks – there were dozens there, five different types of ducks, and pigeons with them on the bank, standard colour, ten-bob note ones and white ones too; And me with no camera! Shushbuggeritski!

Do you like my latest made-up naughty word?

Incidentally, for anyone not understanding what an actual Ten-bob note pigeon is, here is a photo wot I done up to explain, especially for my massive and multitudinous flock of US followers. So I’ll explain for them both. The old Pound note resembled the colouring of the normal pigeons, and as you see, the Ten Shilling (A shilling was known locally as a bob) note looked like the much rarer red/brown birds. I do waffle sometimes don’t I, sorry about that, old age and senility yer know?

Had a walk around and got some short-dated bargains. I got the last four packets of KP Honey coated cashew nuts, up to £3 each in the supermarkets, I know, I’d just ordered some to be delivered! Two packets for a quid! And two packets for the same of Chocolate mini-eggs. I anticipate my toothache may be about to start again. Hehe! Oh, and got a three pack of the Blitz towels for £2.99.

That reminds me, next Wednesday, I’ve got the dentists check-up. The fillings they did last time are going black already? Humph!

I caught the tram back to the City Centre and checked on the buses, the L9’s which take me all the way to the flats was missing cause they had stopped and gone for a break. So I caught a 40 bus. That dropped me off a ten-minute walk (Hobble) away from the flats. Mind you, it drops off on a sharp bend on the hill on Winchester Street, where you have to take a risk, getting across the road cause the traffic can’t see you until they are coming around the bend. But I made it safely.

Back to the flat, the sky was looking threatening again and put my things away. WC visit, kettle on and cuppa made.

Then onto the laptop and got this updated, and some grahicalisationing finished.

Did some more Facebooking, and then got the nosh ready.

An excellent effort (Tastewise) although I say so myself.

Carrots, garden peas, onions, Minced lamb, made some gravy, mashed and potato cakes and some bread thins with just a smidgen of Vegemite on them.

Followed by two of the short date raspberry and vanilla desserts. Rated this one: 9.2/10

Tried to read my book, but got vision focusing problems, too much time on the laptop perhaps?

I got the things to take to the Community Shed tomorrow morning with me, to share out with the other tenants. It is mostly the older residents that attend, but I loved listening to them while having a gossip on my first visit.

Must put new batteries in the hearing aids before I go for this, my second visit.

Then I had a look at the TV scheduling and selected three good programmes to watch, starting with Top Gear. That I got through without nodding off alright. While the advertisements or commercial break was on, off, I went. Waking up about three hours later, all the other programmes I wanted to watch were long gone.

To the porcelain, sitting there I was a bit concerned about the amount of blood from the back passage.

Woke up later, and returned to my 1959 imitation brown leather dilapidated armchair and nodded off easily.

TTFN all.

Mon 29 Feb 16 Inchcock Today: A Nasty Late Whoopsiedangleplop spoilt the day – Humph!

Firstly, A funny Solicitor bashing joke I found I enjoyed so much!

Monday 29 February 2016

Woke at 0245 hrs, to the porcelain. ‘Little Inchy needed de-coking and cleaned up, I put some anti-bleed cream on him, then returned to get my head down again.

Woke once more around 0600 hrs and shot down to the laundry room and got my remaining clothes done and dried. Returned and put them away like a good boy. All caught up now.

Set about trying to get the Ailments post finished, managed to get it nearly done, before I had to prepare myself and the things ready for the INR Warfarin blood test at the surgery in Carrington.

Got a most enjoyable (Even the getting in and out seemed easier!) bath, teggies done, shaved (Only three cuts this morning, well; I was rushing like), changed togs, assembled everything needed and went off into the cold sunshine for a walk to the Doctors.

Most pleased with the rate of knots achieved, it only took me 36 minutes to get there. I even remembered to take a photo of the new houses being built without any bricks as I could see the other day. I spotted some today, though, can you see them in the photo?

As I got to the top of the hill on Mansfield Road, a group of ankle-biters were walking up with carers. Each carer had four kids in hand, and the children clasped hands together. I was impressed with how each toddler had a reflective jacket on, and the way the little one behaved.

At the surgery, the wait for the nurse was a long one, but I had me Classic Car magazine to read. The test went well; even the bleeding stopped quicker today.

I was getting a little concerned with everything going so well now. Will something happen that will ruin things? Hehe!

I gave them their nibble-bag and set off to the bus stop and caught a Pronto bus into Mansfield.

I think the driver was in a rush, because boy, did he move at speed.

We were in Mansfield within 30 minutes! And that is 15 miles of heavily used roads we got through.

I poddled down to the precincts. I still looked a sad place, in fact, there was yet another retail outlet closed down this visit.

I called in the B&M store to see if I could get some more of those 15p tins of garden peas, but they had gone up to 25p. No cheaper than Morrisons and Asda, so didn’t bother with getting any. Had a walk around and saw they were offering a box of two Top Gear Specials at £5. I got a box. Along with two tins of Mini hot dogs and two tubs of cheeselets at 50p down from £1.50. I can give these to the Community Shed Social people to hand out on Thursday. I must remember to go this week.

Hobbled to the Poundstretcher shop further up, and got some bird seed for the ducks, mini chocolate eggs at 50p from 99p it said, and some wagon wheels for the Community Club.

Back to the bus station and caught the bus back into Sherwood. Had another bit of luck there, the 40 bus was due at the bus stop I dropped off at in only 16 minutes. So I nipped in the nearby co-op and got a small loaf of brown bread.

Back to the bus stop and caught the 40 bus up the steep hill and walked back along Chestnut Walk to the flats.

As I got in, straight to the porcelain. Then as I unpacked my bags, I glanced at the contents of the Royal Dane mini hot dog sausages. Mechanically separated pork (31%), Pork Meat (27%) Blood pork plasma, water, potato starch, salt, milk protein, glucose syrup, stabiliser, spice extracts, antioxidant, preservative smoked and cooked brine, water. Made me wonder, that in red did?

I bravely put some in the saucepan with a tin of curried baked beans to have later with some bread and the just out of date Polish cooked ham.

Got the laptop on and finally finished and posted the Ailments effort.

Got the nosh and took the medications with it.

I enjoyed it more than I thought I was going to.

Rated this one at 8.9/10.

Washed the pots and took a bag of rubbish to the chute. As I entered the door to where the chute was, a rather painful Whoopsiedangleplop occurred.

I bent down to open the chute and slipped on some wet on the floor, went over backwards and cracked my bonce on the wall on the way down, and landed twisting my back. I lay there feeling a fool for a while. Hehe!

I got back up without too much difficulty, but by gum, t’was painful.

Got the bag down the chute, and then fetched the mop and bucket and got the wet up. It smelt of something I could not identify; it was like a ladies perfume, but not strongly? It was even odds in the pain stakes at that time between the head and the back pains, Humph! My fault for not noticing the wet.

In future, I’ll remember to put the light on in the chute room before entering when it’s dark. (He says wisely and too late, Hehe”)

I just knew things were going too well today you know!

After that, it was ‘feel-sorry-for-myself’ time for a while.

Put some antiseptic cream on the head, and despite being on my limit for the day, I took an extra 30g Codeine painkiller. The back was now easily, winning the fight to claim to become the most painful of the two faux pas from the Whoopsiedangleplop.

The lower back pain was almost like an electric shock; that comes on when I move, but only seems to last minute or two at most, but repeated the attacks pretty regularly tonight.

This made sleeping a bit hard, but after waking many times, I did manage to drift off.

Waking again at 0215hrs with the twinges rampant.

Hey-ho, I’ll see how it does go. Hehe!

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today Sun 7 Feb 16: Sister Jane visited the flat for the first time today – Cheered me up!

Sunday 7th February 2016

I sprang awake at 0330hrs. For a few seconds I recalled a lot of the dream I had been having, and then it faded so fast. Tsk!

Moving the legs was not as bad or painful as yesterday morning, but still not good.

To the WC, Little Inchy bleeding a bit, and the constipation was a lot easier. I’m anticipating the rumbling innards to switch places with it again soon.

As I walked to the kitchen, I took note of the things that needed attention in the flat: before Sister Jane’s arrival to do her investigatory inspection of the apartment.

Grave concerns lingered about how she would declare the state of the place – then start telling me what I’d done wrong, not done, needed to do and must not do.

I made a cuppa, took the medications and started the laptop to do the diary.

Did a graphic and posted it off.

Wrote a funny Ode to go with it.

Then titivated around looking for anything that might get me for rollicking from Jane when she gets here.

Had a good shave, did me teggies and somehow managed to get into the bath. Getting out was a little harder, but no hiatus ensued. Doctored Little Inchy, dolloped Phorpain gel on me knees, lower right leg, feet, the neck, hands and wrist.bath

Got myself into all clean clothes, washed my spectacles and hearing aids, polished my head, scrubbed the bath sink and WC. Then I checked for any spots of dust I might have missed.

Oh no, Janets inspection visit isn’t worrying me at all!

Well…

Jane rang to inform she and Pete would be here around at around 1100hrs.

After taking the medications I had a good shave, teggies, I took a bath, soaked in Radox and Dettol. Lovely! And getting on and out, was the usual painful exercise.

Jane and Pete arrived.

Had a jolly good natter, and I was advised on the things I needed to do with the flat.

The TV was too small and not a new enough model; need updating.
Curtains were needed in the kitchen and living room.
The pipework in the bathroom was old fashioned and needed updating or masking.
The temperature in the kitchen was 5º below the recommended minimum.
The bedroom and the stuff in it need urgently sorting out.
The alarm box needs attaching to the wall.
Curtains for the living room must be two-part, one for the window, one for the glass door.
The electric fire that the previous tenant Margaret left behind needs a health and safety check.
A fitted cover is required, for the arm-chair.
The draughts coming in through the kitchen window and outer walls need putting right.
The walls are too bare.
The fridge is too close to the wall and window.
The Hallway is too dark, needs a new, different lighting mantle.
I must go and threaten the solicitors with going to use another lawyer to get them to hurry up and get on with selling the house – having waited six months since the sale was verbally agreed, and still no end it sight, is too long a time.

On the plus side, though:

They love the 1968 G-Plan cabinet thingy that I have.
They adored the corner display thingy.
They are pleased with me being in the flat now and away the yobboes.
They like how I’ve got the cleanliness of the place, despite the cracks in the walls covered thinly and badly with cheap paint.
They like my little hand-held Hoover.
They took the measurement for curtains and offered to check them out for me. Bless them!
Their interrogation was far less severe than I anticipated. Hehe!

They both listened to what I had to tell them, and that was nice.

Jane was in a good mood, although she was still feeling unwell, she’ll never know how much I appreciated their calling to see me today.

They had a cuppa with me, luckily I have got three mugs now.

Walked out with them, feeling relieved at how the visit had gone. Gave Jane a kiss and thanked them both, and off down the lift they went.

As they went down the lift, I realised I had not remembered to take any photographs of them – Tsk! I thought it would be a good idea to take one out of the kitchen window as they returned to their car.

I completely neglected to remember the mess the window makes when I open it. Phoned her on her mobile to tell her to look up so I could take a photograph of them. As I leant against the open window, the soot, grime, rust and dead flies tumbled into the newly cleaned kitchen sill, heater and floor, and all over me clothes!

I waved a cheerio, forgot all about taking the photo, and set about cleaning the kitchen up. It took me longer than when I cleaned it yesterday for their visitation!

Humph!

Oh, dear, more aches and pains now! Hehe!

I made some sandwiches, took the medications, with an extra magnesium tablet, and fell into the chair to watch some TV.

Nodded off almost immediately.

Inchcock Today Thu 28 Jan 16: Warfarin INR level problems again… too low this time. Humph!

Q: When attorneys die, (I thought you might like to be cheered up) why do relatives try to have them buried 600 feet underground?

A: Because deep down, they are nice guys.

Thursday 28 January 2016

Horrible night, little sleep again, coughing, bleeding and cleaning it up regularly from all three orifices and the Reflux Valve playing up.

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer?

I’ll mention it to the nurse, at today’s INR blood test.

The haemorrhoids had stopped bleeding when I visited the porcelain, the nose leaking just a tad, but soon stopped and Little Inchy needed de-matting. Tsk!

Made a cuppa and took the morning medications. I made sure the Haematology result log was in my pocket along with my bus-pass ready for later.

According to what happens at the blood test, and if they don’t send me to anywhere else to be checked over, I hope to go to Derby afterwards. The sole reason for the mission is to try and get some of the warm jammy bottoms that have a wee-wee hole in them. I can feed the ducks while I’m there too.

Had me frist shave with the electric shaver, I don’t like em, but needs must. I couldn’t work out how to get the thing to pieces to clean the blades? Laptop on posted Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.

Realised I had more time than I thought this morning, as the appointment for the Warfarin level test isn’t until 1145hrs. So that will give me time for a glorious soak in the bath. Of course, it is just the soak that will be glorious, the getting into and out of it, I anticipate being a touch painful as usual. The poor old devil!

Laptop on then posted Wednesday’s diary and started this one off.

**Did a lot of these type of graphics, of the TFZ’ers** **in an English Country** **Garden**

Did some graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw7.

I spent over five hours doing some graphics I had an idea for the TFZ gals and guys.

Just got them done (Unless I’ve got em wrong or missed one off – crossed fingers.

Had to rush about to get the stuff and myself ready for the walk to the surgery.

I set off on my walk into Carrington to the GP surgery.

The sun came out as I arrived half an hour later – there was not much more of this about later today.

Got in a shot of St John’s Church.

At the surgery, I realised I’d forgotten my crossword book. So I read the many notices on the wall while waiting to be called in for my INR Warfarin blood level test.

Anne, the nurse was very busy, so I didn’t keep her chin-wagging. I told her quickly of my taking the Senna. After she’d done me I gave her a bag of nibbles and shot off.

Straight to the bus stop and caught a bus into town.

I caught the round-about route bus to Derby, the Y5. Nice scenery en route.

Took about an hour get there. The rain held off, but it came over all dark.

I hobbled to the Primark store. Got a pack of the ‘Loose fitting underpants’ at only £4.50 for three pairs. I’d already bought some a week or two ago, but with the bleeding being bad, thought I might run out of clean pants your see.

I also bought some of the jammy-bottoms with a wee-wee hole in them, the last two pairs in the shop, the Nottingham branch had already sold out of them.

Made my way across and into the Eagle Centre and had a wander through the market. Didn’t buy anything.

I came out, it had been raining a bit while I was in the mall.

Walked to the riverside to feed the Ducks and pigeons. To my amazement there were few pigeons about – but plenty of Canada geese. How they manage to eat the little seeds with their big bills was a wonder.

As I tried to take more photographs further down the path, the camera seemed to have stopped functioning? I could not deduce what the reason for this failure was. Baulked and defeated, I decided to call at the Jessops shop where I bought the camera from and beg for help.

I caught the Derby Express bus back to Nottingham. It only took about half an hour. Mind you, I fell asleep about five times during the ephemeral journey.

I dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and walked to the camera shop on Clinton Street. I had about thirty minutes before the last L9 bus left. They were not busy and a chap soon sorted the problem for me. Not that I understood what he said, but at least, I knew what to do if it occurred again.

There is a button on the back of the Lumix camera marked Fn2 – LVF? That is what I must have caught. If it happens again, scroll through until the screen shows again. I thanked him magnanimously and made my way back to the bus stop. As I did so, brother-in-law Pete rang me to say he’s just read in the evening paper that the Pensioners Free Bus pass will no longer apply to the Derby buses! Humph, blow and bother!

I took a couple of photo’s to try out the camera outside the shop. Getting dark now, and folks eagerly making their way home.

The much-loved Lumix camera was again in fine working form.

I caught the last L9 bus and had several battles against falling asleep on the way back to the flats. Again, mysteriously managing to wake up as the bus arrived at them. Thankfully!

I just made it to the porcelain in time. And am glad to proclaim that the haemorrhoids, Little Inchy and the teeth had all now stopped their bleeding. Deliriously happy about that I was!

I called Pete and we had a natter. He wants me to go and clear the clutter on his laptop. I said I would soon as I get time.Tonight 3.5 Friday 2.5 Sat 2.5 Sun 2.5 as today’s result was INR 1.5

Made a cuppa and got my laptop going to update the days scintillating dairy.

Got a call from the Haematology clinic about today’s INR test results. It is now too low! I have to go in tomorrow for an injection for blood-clot prevention. I can’t win, the INR level was almost spot on at 3.4 – a week late it was 5.1 far too high – they changed (Cut-down the Warfarin doses) and three days later (Today) it’s down to 1.4!

They gave me a few days doses to keep to: Tonight 3.5 tablets (I’d just taken two and a half as earlier told to, so took an extra one then), Friday 2.5 Sat 2.5 Sun 2.5 as today’s result was INR 1.4.

I’m all confused now. Hehe! That’s easily done nowadays mind you.

Blimey, the light in the living room is flickering and dipping now… Humph!

For some reason, I didn’t feel hungry? Not me at all that.

I’d decided to have a bath late, int the hopes it might get me some sleep in tonight, after the two bad nights I’ve had. A good idea I thought; I slipped getting into the bath and cracked my knee on the side of it.

Phewrt! Fed-up now!

Inchcock Today 5 Jan 16: Memories evoked by a DVD today

Changing lawyers is like changing deck chairs on the Titanic!

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Tuesday 5^th January 2016

Woke up needing the porcelain again at 0355 hrs. Passed a lot of water again like last night. The legs seemed to be a little less blown than of late?

The back, knees and neck were still bothersome, though.

Made a cuppa and had my breakfast.

Then got the Laptop on and set to work on the Ode.

Movement being less painful than yesterday – looking good this now – he said with crossed fingers. Hehe!

Little Inchy will need careful attention when I get my bath later. Typical innit? Yesterday I told the Dr that he is no worse than he has been, and here he is the next morning, tingling and matted again! Huh!

As I made my second cup of tea – the duodenal ulcer started up. I was hoping last night’s bit of bother from him was going to be a one-off.

I really must take care of what I have for nosh now. Back to the eating the soups methinks? Although, eating fish should be okay?

I keep having to lift the lid on the WC regularly this morning, far too frequently. But I think perhaps it might be a good thing for the blown-up legs?

Not sure if I will risk a trip out or not yet today because of this.

Tried again to get on with the Ode creation, but a lack of concentration and attention prevented my getting it anything like I wanted. Tsk!

Rang Sister Jane. Her social calendar if still full. Fooey the nicest cat in the world is still doing well. Crossed fingers on that!

Got a shave, did me teggies, and then ran the bath. Using the new bath-foam thingy today in it, the expensive one. Had a quick one today.

Little Inchy doctored, medicated, creamed and dried well afterwards. (Oh, the pain. Hehe!) Daktacort cream used today.

Must remember the Nottingham City Homes Occupational Therapy chap is calling tomorrow.

I got me togs ready for the launderette room activities.

Took the rubbish bags to the chute on the way down to the foyer.

When the washing machine was going, I walked to the Winwood Community Shed and dropped off more mail for Margaret, the previous tenant. No one was in, but they’d left the door unlocked.

Back to the foyer of the flats and the frail lady was sat there. Gave her some nibbles and tried to have a natter with her. It wasn’t easy as we are both a bit deaf, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Had to nip up to the flat to visit the porcelain yet again. Returned and got the washing out and into the spin-dryer.

Spent ages on the crossword book without finishing any. Funny that; some days I can get a good few in, others none?

The frail lady said her farewells and went up to get her dinner.

Eventually, it was done and I packed the togs and went back up to the apartment – just in time I got to the porcelain. Getting peed off with all this peeing. Hehe!

Still, it might help the leg swelling to go down a bit?

Put the clothes away in the airing cupboard and hung some up on hangers on me clothes racks. The trousers I washed will need ironing, I’ve got an iron, but will have to purchase an ironing board soon.

**Decided not to risk the sausages after all. Very lean bacon. Rated this 9.2/10**

Decided the last thing to have bacon cobs and sausages for tonight’s nosh.

Did some Facebooking and then got it ready.

I chose not to eat the savoury BBQ flavour sausages, though, very tasty as they are.

I thought perhaps they might be a little too strong on the tummy and start the ulcer going again. The last thing I need is another pain starting up if I can avoid it.

The legs were feeling far less painful, but the back and neck/shoulders started giving me grief again. (You can’t win em all. Hehe!)

Settled to watch some episodes of Heartbeat series three on the TV’s DVD thingamabob.

Stayed awake, well maybe the odd nod-off or two, and three trips to the porcelain, through all three episodes and enjoyed them. This took me back to where and who I was living at the time when the programme was first aired. The memories were good and clear, but I got a touch morbid about the people who are no longer with me, especially Suzie naturally.

I used to get home from work on my motorbike, quick as I could to watch this series on a Friday night as I recall?

With this prompting many other recollections, I mused over my past failings, missed opportunities, alcoholism and people I’ve lost. But not in a destructive way.

Drifted off, sat in my right sized lovely 1967 leather chair, all snug, warm and passing wind.

Kept waking up again and again, but I soon nodded off again each time.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today Sun 1 Nov 15: Not in good nick today… Tsk!

Sunday 1^st November 2015

Woke 0520hrs, feeling stiff all over, Little Inchy been leaking again, Anne Gyna lurking all over the top half of me chest and me legs were bloated up again.

To the WC, the bleeding nose from last nights Whoopsiedangleplop had congealed.

Went into the kitchen and groaned at the horrendous mess it looked, despite me hours of grafting at trying to sort it yesterday! Not happy at all with it.

Cuppa and took me medications – at least I remembered where I’d moved me stock of readied pots of tablets gels and medicines to. Even found me ear spray at the first attempt. Hehe!

Laptop on to finish yesterdays diary.

Checked emails and did some Facebooking.

Another cuppa and a pot of porridge. I added some lemon curd to the pot.

While consuming these a thought came into my mind (This does occur sometimes) that I was going to go to the shops in Sherwood this morning… but I couldn’t remember what for?

Then when I took me cup into the kitchen to wash it…

I saw the fog had descended somewhat.

Pondered on what to tackle first in the sorting-out saga today.

Must get some done cause medical thingamabobs tomorrow will prevent any activity on this front.

Had a wash and shave, WC’d and guess what me first task was?

Clue here in this photographicalisation.

Set to reorganising the kitchen yet again.

Many hours later…

I was so tired and frustrated I decided as the fog had cleared to go for a walk into Sherwood to get a replacement for the item in the photo that I’d cleaned in the hope of using again. But the plastic bit broke when I tried to retread the string.

As I walked up to the top of the path into the park – the trees with their changing seasons appearance just had to be photographed. Beautiful!

Into Sherwood and the Wilko store.

Came out with a new mini-hoover, nail brush, cotton balls, ceiling switch cord, lobby grip and cotton-wipes as a replacement for me Little Inchies swipes.

Then foolishly went into the Co-op store to get a couple more of the Spare Rib Pot Noodles that I seem to have become addicted to, while they are still on offer. Also got an expensive pack of roasting veg (Carrots, red onions, sweet potatoes and parsnips) to have tonight with me Frikadellens. Then spotted some potato waffle letter shaped packs on clearance price – £1 down to 50p! So I got one. Had the idea that if there were the letters T F & Z, I could put em on top of me nosh and post a photo to the TFZ site for a laugh?

Getting well dark as I walked back to the flat – dodgy underfoot again with the leaves waiting to catch me with a Whoopsiedangleplop – but I managed okay to get back to the flats without harm. Hehe!

Feeling really drained now, and a couple of dizzy spells frit me a bit.

Got me nosh in’t oven.

Put me bits away – some I even had a place made for them to live with all me sorting earlier (Proud sneer appears on lips!).

Cuppa and medications taken.

Got the nosh ready.

Managed to find a T F & Z to top off the nosh!

This nosh was me bestest ever since being in the flat!

Rated this one 9.6/10.

Roast veg, pickled eggs, red potato nugget (cooked crispy in’t oven) beetroot, tomatoes and Frikadellens! Gorgeous!

Washed me pots and sat down to see if owt was on the TV or should I read me book – cause I can do that easier now I’ve got me new brighter light-bulb in!

I fell asleep.

Inchcock Today Mon 5 Oct 15: Lost in his own pathetic little hypnagogic world

Monday 5^th October 2015

Stirred around 0345hrs – cranked and encouraged the knees to allow me to move and get up and hobbled rapidly to the WC. They were not very keen on the idea thanks to Arthur Itises intervention this morning.

Nearly didn’t make it!

Thought of some dreaming I’d had:

I was in a massive house, and had opened all the doors and windows, made a pot of tea and waited for someone, anyone to call and have a chin-wag with me. For some reason I had a big stack of books and nappies (Diapers) at the side of the barbed wire covered settee I was sat waiting on? I kept cleaning the leather covered throne ready for me visitor and as soon as I wiped it crumbs reappeared on it?

Nobody came in, and as I was locking up the place a little dog came in, his tail wagging he went into this glorious kitchen with all the room one could need and every extra it seemed, and suddenly I didn’t know where I was and as unsure but thought I might have then been breaking into this luxury house and the dog belonged to someone who owned the house?

The dog jumped into the open dishwasher and came out with a blue plastic plate and dropped it at me feet – as he did a booming voice declared somethig along the lines of: “This is not lean enough – you will get a driving ban of two years and will have to take sewing lessons!”

Then some people appeared, belted me around the head with a walking stick, not mine though this one was made of gold?

Then they dragged me outside and threw me in a swimming pool. I shouted “I can’t swim!” And a woman of wide girth stood forward from the what was now a crowd of jeering people and said “You can’t wash pots properly neither – die you swine!”

Then I was in a trench full of bodies with someone telling me to get to the end of the line?

This dream was vivid, and I remembered a lot of it I’m sure there was sure there was much more to it. I cannot recall ever remembering parts of any dream so lucidly?

Made a cuppa and took me medications, laptop on to record these memories quickly before they were lost in the ether.

Facebooked then got ready to receive me Morrisons delivery.

Could I find me hearing aids?

Well yes I did eventually.

Decided to go to town today and take a big bag to get some of the giant paper rolls.

Had a wash and shave, the Morrison man cameth. Put away the things and got ready to go and catch the bus to town.

I was going to wear me mew skull cap today that I bought yesterday… but it had shrank.

So I put me waxed Andy Cap on.

Had plenty of time so I went to the Winwood Community shed first. Told Deana and Julie about the meat flies and gave them some nibbles (Deana and Julie I meant) and the letters I’d received for previous tenant Margaret.

Had a natter at the bus-stop then caught the bus into town.

Dropped off and wandered up in the rain to the catering shop. Good job I put me waxed cap on now.

The shop was very interesting and not too pricey, they had some ideal trays for sale but I couldn’t carry them with the rolls I’d bought and I hoped to get some cheapo bobble hats from Primark afterwards.

got the bag of 6 rolls, just fitted in me other large carrier bag nicely.

Walked into town centre slab square. Where they were taking down some demonstration tent and buildings.

As I went into Primark the police were taking two shoplifters to their van.

It’s a very popular attraction for the Nottingham Shoplifters is Primark yer know.

I got a bobble hat, a cardigan and another Andy Cap.

Came out and meandered towards the L9 bus-stop on King Street.

Not many folk about with this drizzly rain today.

I noticed a different or new giant wicker floral Trail display near the Brian Clough statue..

A Teddy bear with a pot (Honey?)

It hadn’t been vandalised or had any fag-ends stubbed on it yet, so I assumed it was a new one like.

Nipped to the public WC in response to the urgent message from me bladder.

Limped up to the bus stop and once again, under a sign telling us that Nottingham had been declared the cleanest city in the Midlands was what you see in the photo on the left.

Some of it looked like it used to be part of some coleslaw, other bits were anyone’s guess?

I decided not to sit on the bench while awaiting the arrival of the bus.

Which arrived early and left early.

Managed to fall asleep on the bus journey back to the flats, but luckily only once and managed not to miss me bus-stop today.

Got in and put me hats away in the hanging drawers on the Ikea clothes rack, and the blue rolls next to em.

WC’d then made a small cuppa, took this photo and got the laptop on and checked me emails.

Did some preparatory graphicalisationing.

Got me nosh.

Very nice, rated this an 88.8/10.

Had a dizzy-spell and sat down for a few moments…

That turned out to be six hours as I drifted off.

Woke in the morning and fretted in case I’d left something on or a tap running and checked around – all seemed okay. Phew!

Hey-ho!