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Inchcock Today 5 Nov 15: Frustrating Day in many a way… Tsk!

Thursday 5^th November 2015

Misshaped, aching and bloodied I woke in the chair – after, wait for it… Seven Hours Kip!

I must have been well shattered for me to sleep that long. Any-road, soon as I moved the congealed blood caused me to jump a bit (Tsk) and I made me way to the bathroom to sort missen out.

Glad I got me cotton wool pads now. Did me best to clean up Little Inchy withut rushing it. Bloodied the bathroom a bit when he unexpectedly squirted and sprayed all over me and the room. Not good this I thought.

Busy day today as well, Morrisons deliver AM, then the district nurses were coming to inject me at 1700hrs, Meeting Pete this earlier this afternoon, Iceland delivery tonight and so much sorting to do… I seem to be in a bigger mess now than ever – thinking about it though, I can expect this with me sorting through the box’s of stuff stored in the bedroom and trying to work out where to find permanent homes for the stuff – so glad I got rid of some of it before I moved now.

Cleaned the bathroom and myself and onto the porcelain – would you believe it – more blood from the rear end this time.

Bent down to clean where some had splashed behind the bowl and clouted me nose and chin on the side of the porcelain as Arthur Itis decided me knee would give way and the nose began bleeding again!

I cleaned up again and made a cuppa and took me medications and sat for a few moments thinking… I spoke with missen: Things were not going well are they Inchy me boy? Much to do, bleeding like never before, trouble with the bank and conveyors getting payment holding up the sale of the house… Anne Gyna joining in me misery now… I soon snapped out of it when I realised I was lucky to be here at all really.

Singing away (Adam Faith’s “My last wish”) to myself now as I got the laptop on and was greeted with many emails awaiting attention. Finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted.

Did some Facebooking before having me bath and shave.

Morrison order came, but it away and set off on the bus to town to meet Pete. This is so I can claim using his vouchers a free Panto ticket for his elderly neighbour so they can all have a night out at the playhouse.

Walked into the slab square to meet him.

By the time I got in the square it was pouring down!

Then I found out we had to wait in the middle of the square for TWO Hours before the tickets arrived! At least it was a good idea of Pete’s to go early, we were 2nd in the queue.

This meaning of course, I’d be late for getting back to the flat for the nurses visit to give me the injections. The only thing was get a taxi.

Which I did.

Got back just in time. WC’d.

Had me treatment from the buxom nurses, then got the kettle on and the Iceland delivery came. Glad in a way, cause this meant I could have me lamb shank potatoes and peas for me late nosh – providing I stayed awake long enough. Hehe!

Lamb shank, lettered potatoes, garden peas in nice minted gravy. Followed by an ice-cream.

Tasty, very tasty.

Gave this a 9.2/10.

Very tired now, but not in bad spirits.

Other than a bit annoyed with having to spend so much on the taxi from town like.

Must remember Steve Age UK is calling tomorrow. (Well that’s the plan!)

Then as I cleared up the kitchen and tidied up…

I picked up the kitchen towel to unwind some to use… Arthur Itis made me drop it… I caught it and stepped back… right into the wheeled trolley… Tsk!

So now I have selection of bleeding areas over me short stubby wobbly body to contend with.

Occasionally me nose where I fell and hit it on the sink getting out of the bath, me ear-hole wear I fell and banged it getting into the bath – Most days from me haemorrhoids – Everyday from ‘Little Inchy’s lesion’ – and now the back of me water retaining left leg! Hey-ho! When its gone its gone! Hehe!

On the bright side, the Reflux valve, Anne Gyna, Duodenal ulcer, ticker valve replacement and hernia are being kind to me tonight.

Made a cuppa and read me book… Zzzz!

Wed 4 Nov 15: Feeling a bit perkier now… despite the snot-bag at the bank!

Wednesday 4^th November 2015

After a rough nights sleeping I could recall some bits of me dreams: I was up in a gigantic crane cabin that had ladders leading from it to buildings around it… someone was at the other end of each ladder and shouting at me but I couldn’t hear what they were saying as I juggled the cranes grabber controls to try to pick up me hearing aids that were 30 odd floors below laying on bed of salad on a dish, that was on top of a Rolls Royce?… found myself in an office being interrogated by American policemen about something…?

When I got up to go to the porcelain I was well pleased with the lack of hassle from Reflux valve and Arthur Itis, although Anne Gyna was a bit niggling and I was coughing summat rotten.

After last nights dizzies and weariness, I was in good form this morning comparatively speaking like.

I thought I’d get me diaries done, emails, WordPress and then make a start sorting me newly discovered in a box in the bedroom paperwork again.

Cuppa, medications and started the laptop.

Got missen in the bath and freshened up nicely.

Had a chin-wag with some of the gal tenants in the reception area, then caught the L9 bus into town.

As I got off the bus the pigeons were high up on top of the newly renovated ‘Intu’ Victoria shopping Centre. I used me new Panasonic camera to zoom in on em!

The weather was the odd drizzle and periodic periods of extreme darkness – dank and gloomy it were!

I decided to walk further up Upper Parliament Street then down King Street, over the slab square down through Exchange Walk, along Albert Street, Lister Gate, through Broad Marsh Centre and out over Colin Street down Carrington Street and down to the Nottingham Canal to feed the ducks and pigeons.

Caught a Pavement Cyclist trying to get back on the road. Hehe!

I called into Tesco and got two cream cakes, one for me and one for Steve from Age UK later. Also got a couple of cheap sliced loaves to add to the seeds for feeding the dickies with on the canal.

Took me a while to get to the canal, but I was feeling a bit better and moving well for me I thought.

As I got the camera out to shoot the dickies one of the periodic period of gloom descended. Tsk! Ruined me photographicalisationing completely!

Most disappointing!

I spotted that one of the canal barges moored near the bridge was up for sale.

An older one, but I’ve often dreamt of winning a fortune and would be tempted to get something like this so I could feed the birds and do some fishing again?

If I won a few million, a grand to buy one of these, then getting it licensed and insured would be on the cards for me methinks?

Enjoyed feeding the animals.

I decided to go back through Broad Marsh centre proper and have enjoy a bit of window shopping like.

On my way through the centre I got a call – it was from Age UK’s Steve. The payment to the Derbyshire company that was doing the conveyancing or summat involved in selling the house had not gone through for the third time?

Steve sad to go to the bank and get them to make a cheque for the company. So I made me way to the bank and had to call Steve to get the name etc for the snotty nosed bank advisor.

Handed the phone to the superior git so he could talk with Steve who knew what is was all about.

Steve rang back with the required numbers and I gave them to the young turd over the table from me – who looked remarkably like a young David Cameron.

Eventually overconfident arrogant sod told me it had gone through okay this time.

I wandered into the slab square and had missed me bus due to pillock in the bank. So I had a wander around Primark Deadly for the finances that to me!

Ended up getting two, as the receipt said ‘Full zip fleeces’ Thin cardigans with pockets they were.

They had a selection of Christmas themed woolly hats and I took a photo of the for me American TFZ friends on Facebook.

Then I wandered up to the bus stop and caught the L9 back to the flats.

Surprisingly I fought off the falling to sleep syndrome today – although it was close. Hehe!

Back at the flats I then WC’d and put one of me cardigans on to keep warm, it was getting nippy now.

Made a cuppa and took me evening medications, then updated this twoddle while a waited for Steve Age UK to arrive. He’s kindly going to finally finish putting the book-case he built for me onto brackets on the wall to make it safe and not fall on me causing a Whoopsiedangleplop!

Did some Facebooking then, as I till awaited Steve coming.

Still waiting…

No he’s not coming.

Mopped the kitchen floor and made me nosh.

No picture – as I took the photo without the card in it – left it in the laptop again and don’t know how to get the piccy back from the internal memory? Shame cause it was a marvellous nosh it were.

Shepherds pie with sweet potato and sweet potatoes slices in batter! Mmm yummy!

Studied me TV paper and found stuff I’d like to watch all night tonight.

Fell asleep.

Inchcock Today Tue 3 Nov 15: Flaked out physically – Ah well!

Tuesday 3^rd November 2015

After sleeping and waking every few minutes it seemed to me, I gave up and got up at 0250hrs to visit the porcelain.

As soon as I moved I knew that Little Inchy and Anne Gyna didn’t like me moving! Tsk!

Little Inchy was sore, I put that own to the examination yesterday though. The stinging was not so bad though, if that makes sense to you?

The Stomach was really rumbling and bubbling. Overall not feeling too bright at the moment. The late night for me didn’t help.

Oh… another call to the porcelain. Cor blimey… and I didn’t have a nosh last night either, too tired to bother.

Not up to doing any sorting today that’s for sure – although guilt may prompt me into action later – oh and the laundry needs doing…

Made a cuppa, medications taken and laptop on.

Did some Facebooking and emails.

Got a wash and spruce up, then got me laundry ready, made sure I had soap, freshener, me mobile, camera in pocket and coins of the realm.

Got down and both machines were in use. Both had about 35 minutes left according to the readout on the machines.

Came back to the flat made a cuppa and updated this twollop.

Back down to try again with me laundry.

One machine free so got it in and going.

Very natter with some residents as they waited in the warmth of the reception area before going out to catch the bus.

Back up to the flat and the WC (Oh dear) sorted some paperwork out ready for filing (I keep finding more as I go through the stuff).

Back down to the laundry room and did me crossword book as I waited for the washing machine to finish.

Another nice little natter when some tenants came in off the bus.

Got the washing into the drier, and nibbles some nuts while doing me crossword book.

Packed me stuff into me bag and returned to the flat.

Had a dizzy in the lift and that was me done for the day – worst I’ve ever had. Tsk!

Got in and put me things in the airing cupboard.

I’m afraid I did nothing else apart from make me nosh, sat in the chair occasionally getting up to go to the porcelain, and that was me day.

Despite me feeling so bad, I did enjoy the nosh.

Garden peas, Frikadellens, pickled egg, beetroot, seasoned fries and bread thins. Strawberry cheesecake to follow.

Kept nodding and waking again, last time I recall getting up for the WC was about midnight – and didn’t feel well at all, thought about pressing me wrist alarm – glad I didn’t now, cause after nodding off and waking several times again, each time I woke up I seemed to feel a bit better, apart from the rumbling stomach which had been with me all day, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were giving me a rest.

Couldn’t remember if I’d took me evening or noon medications, but ound an empty evening pot later, so I must have.

Got a few hours kip in any way. No more dizzies.

TTFN all, as Arnie said: “I’ll be back!” He say’s hopefully. Hehe!

Inchcock Today Mon 2 Nov 15: Hospitalistic activities today

Monday 2^nd November 2015

Didn’t wake until 0620hrs! What a kip that was – must have needed it?

WC’d – Little Inchy had not been bleeding so much. Angina still bothersome, but other ailments seemed content with not bothering me… yet. Hehe!

Put the hooks on the kitchen board edge and hung me oven glove and tea towel on it – this will probably be me sole effort at sorting today.

Got the GP for me Warfarin INR blood level test – then meeting Pete to go with him to the hospital and keep his pecker up – he don’t like em, hospitals yer know. Then the clinic to attend. Usually after they have been examining poking prodding and playing with ‘Little Inchy’ the soreness, pain and embarrassment cause me to want only sleep after treatment, certainly not any exercise or physical effort of the slightest degree! Humph!

Took a photo of the kitchen as it is now. Signs of organisation coming on nicely methinks. I’ve decided to keep the 3-tier wheeled trolley for use as and when needed?

Did some Facebooking and checked the emails.

Set out in the fog, well heavy mist and walked down Winchester Street – where I realised I had not got me hearing aids in – left them soaking in the pot on the side of the sink – Again, Tsk! along Mansfield Road to into Carrington and the GP surgery just in time.

The nurse, a nice and jolly good girl had to come right up to me and touch me on the shoulder as I couldn’t hear her calling me name – it cheered me up just seeing her patient smile.

She even let me photograph her as she prepared to take e blood test, bless her. Had a natter while she was dealing with me. (Nice!)

I was soon out in the dank misty weather again. It was done so quickly I had time to have a walk back into Sherwood, wait for a bus up to the flats and collect me hearing aids.

Had a nice natter with two other residents of the flats while waiting.

Up to the flat and put me hearing-aids in, made a cuppa and WC’d.

Then back down and out to catch the bus into town to catch the bus out to the QMC Treatment Centre and meet Pete.

Another nice natter on the bus with another resident – he was telling me about how nice the newly modernised Flats were at Sneinton Dale and we were to get a similar upgrade, next on the list so to speak – but it would me a year or so at the earliest.

Caught the bus from town, and walked around the QMC compound to the Treatment Centre at the back. The mist was clearing and the sunshine tried to get through.

Got missen settled with me crossword book and waited Pete’s arrival, which was in ten minutes or so.

He was soon called in and was out in 15 minutes or so.

He still ha to go back for checks in 3 months, and they had found two new possible spots of skin cancer on his face.

I took a photo of the suspect spots on Pete’s face.

I assumed these spots and those on his back that had been treated were created over the years that Pete was brick-laying and showing off his body to the local female population of wherever he was working. Hehe!

We travelled back into Nottingham (Oh that free pensioners bus-pass is Sooo appreciated) and I left Pete at his bus stop outside the Train Station, and walked into town to catch a bus to the Clinic.

It was a bit dank now. They were starting to build the Christmas stalls on the Slab-Square. A sole Ice-cream van with the man inside leant up against his ie-cream maker dozing was a sad sight.

Made a right clot of missen here – the appointment was for tomorrow not today! Still, when I told the chap on the reception about the problems I was having, he told me to take a seat and he’s try tp get someone to have a look.

It was getting late and I felt bad bothering them as time shot by and it must have been close to their finishing time. But this did mean that when I did get to see someone they didn’t mess about like usual, and i was soon laid out on me back having Little Inchy probed and prodded by two, yes Two medical personnel! both embarrassingly looking at me privates through the electric lighted giant magnifying glass! No Clotrimazole, Daktacort or Betamethasone creams given me to use this time (Which I was hoping for), after they had a natter and consulted another person, they gave me an injection near me Little Inchy’s tackle.

Told me if the bleeding and or stinging pains have not eased or gone within 48 hours, I was to make an appointment using the code they had written down for me ASAP. They would send me a return appointment tomorrow for about five/seven days time.

At that one of them escorted me to the exit as everyone else had gone home already and the scary miserable sod on the reception had, had to wait for me before he could lock-up. Oh dear… at least they treated me, they could have said come back tomorrow couldn’t they?

Dark now, as I painfully sat down on the bus to go back to Sherwood. Felt a bit light-headed. Checked I’d got the code in e pocket. Of course no buses running up to the flats this time of night, so had a walk through the park up to the flats, being careful on the wet leaves.

Straight to the WC ad made good use of the porcelain. (Phwer!)

Made a cuppa. No desire for food much, so had a pot noodle with black bean sauce.

Not feeling too good. Sat down and stayed there until I nodded off and on all night.

Sat 31 Oct 15: Inchcock Today: Grafted way sorting the kitchen – looks worse than before I started now. Humph!

Saturday 31^st October 2015

Woke 0655hrs, very late for me that.

Went into the kitchen and saw the state it was in – my head wobbled thinking about where to make a start. Tons of things to find permanent homes for now I’ve got the storage drawers in and made up.

Quiet suddenly the reflux valve and angina started kicking off both at the same time. Not good this, never had the both bothering me at the same time. Was it nerves about the mess to sort or what? Last night I was really happy when I settled down too?

As it got a bit lighter the colouring outside looked beautiful.

Off to the porcelain – Little Inchy had been bleeding again, seems like every night and day lately, must mention this to the nurse on Monday I thought – that reminded me of Monday’s agendas: Asda delivery 6 > 8am, GP appointment, Chemists to collect me padding for Little Inchy, bus to town then out to meet Brother-in-law Pete who would be there to have his treatment on his skin cancer and results from his last examination. He doesn’t like hospitals, I like to think I manage to keep his pecker up when I go with him every time, stops him thinking about the procedures as I waffle on about other things and don’t let him get a word in, plenty of jokes, anecdotes, memories etc. Then I have to go to see the Nottingham City Homes people about the drilling in me flat, find out if it is okay to fix me book-case with two screws?

Hello, the flipping innards are rumbling again now too. Get a feeling this is not going to be a good day somehow?

Took me medications with a cuppa and got the laptop going.

Did some Facebooking but felt guilty about not attempting to get the kitchen sorted, so I’m logging off (Forcing myself you know?) and will try to get some sorting out done… (1110hrs).

Many many hours and much frustrations and pain later, I gave up sorting as I was well snickered and Anne Gyna was visiting again making me feel sorry for missen.

The place didn’t look any better than before I started me sorting?

I reckoned one more bask tomorrow at the kitchen should have it finished – well perhaps not…

Had a shave got in the bath, had a good soak making sure I didn’t fall asleep in it I got out sooner than I wanted to, then…

I went over onto the floor getting out of the bath again!

Made me nose bleed.

Well tired and now getting irritable with myself, I became even more annoyed when I WC’d and found me haemorrhoids bleeding again!

What a pickle the place was in. Tsk!

No nosh, just took medications with a cuppa and a pot noodle, then collapsed in me chair. Well drained, worried about if I would be up to doing some more sorting in the morning?

Slept right through until gone five in the morning.

Inchcock Today Fri 30 Oct : Incorporating Inchies Memories Mode Session!

Friday 30^th October 2015

Woke 0555hrs, bits of me dreams racing about in me head, by the time I’d stirred and encouraged Arthur Itis to allow me move me knees and got a pen and paper to write down what I recalled, most of the memories had faded into oblivion! Huh! Something about me digging through soil underground, and coming across people who told me I was digging the wrong way and sent in another direction… that’s all I can now recall.

Still, the rumbling innards are not so bad now, Arthur is only niggling a bit, Anne Gyna is nice and quiet, the ulcer and reflux valve no bother, and only, as I found when I went for me first visit to the porcelain, Little Inchy is giving me real concern and bother, bleeding a way to his heart’s content! Took ages to stop it this time.

The kitchen looks a right mess in its part sorted state. The rain was coming yet again.

When I made a cuppa to have me medications with using the new bottle of Sterilised milk from the fridge – it looked black and not right? I thought I might have not rinsed the cup out properly so started again and made another. Summat still didn’t look right? Eventually I realised I’d bought a bottle of sterilised milk okay, but it was ‘fat free skimmed sterilised milk’ – tasteless crap! I might as well have used tap water! Tsk! Just bout better than no cuppa at all.

Laptop on and finished off yesterdays diary and started this one.

I noticed the top of the fire-surround shelf had items on it that for some reason installed me into memory mode?

Right to left:

Memory 1: A photo frame of Chrissie on me knee at the Arnold Labour club around 1970. What happened later that night was a first for us… a happy first.

Memory 2: The £1 wall clock. I used to make a magazine for the lads at Sawley Security and bought several of these as prizes for a competition in one issue. Happy times then. This reminded me of the two lads who I met with on me walk along the Trent Embankment the other week. First time I’d seen the in about 30 years. Gossiped nattered and got a telephone number to ring them to arrange a meet proper… but when I rang the number, it was not recognised. Curse!

Memory 3: Maggie Thatcher squeaky toy. This reminded me of when I nearly voted Conservative. A shameful time!

Memory 4: The Kenyan policeman’s truncheon. Brought back from Nairobi in 1962 when it was in a brand new pure white condition. Hand carved for the government by tribesmen. How did I get it? It was traded for a packet of 20 Woodbine with a local policeman. Ah, memories.

Memory 5: The extendable baton. This reminded of me of the training day in the Derbyshire hills where I first used this protective weapon. The three-day training course was part of a national qualification in Security, can’t remember the name of it, or the actual place. But it was out in the dales, had cheap beer and I had to share a room with three other underpaid morons who couldn’t get a proper job. One was persistently giving off putrid emissions of wind every night, one was the loudest snorer I’d ever come across and the other was the boss of the company.

At the end of the course I had bruises, cuts and a broken ankle. Somehow I passed it? It was surely a fiddle due to the company being desperately short of staff I reckon.

Memories, Hey-ho!

Did some Facebooking and checked me emails then started working on a graphicationalisationlistic idea I’ve had for the TFZers site, using Coreldraw Corelpaint and Serif draw to create this one – so fingers crossed it’ll come out alright.

It didn’t!

Steve rang while I was in the bath – fancy that! He’s coming over in 2 hours.

I started to get the kitchen stuff ready for sorting.

Steve arrived and I showed off what I got done in the kitchen with the drawers and wheelie trays. He was totally unimpressed.

I then showed him me new carpet. He was totally unimpressed.

I then told him about the rules regarding drilling into the walls. He was totally unimpressed.

He then drilled into the walls and told me he’d brought the wrong raw-plugs and would have to return next week to fix it. I was totally unimpressed.

He made up the two drawers ready.

He then changed the light-bulb with a new one for me.

I left the flat with him, said thanks and walked through the park into Sherwood where I met a lady and her angel of a little daughter. ‘Cause Mum was with her, I gave her a packet of white chocolate buttons. Mum said “You’re an angel” I said and pointed to the daughter, “She is the angel!”

I plodded on to the shops and called in Wilko and got some brown raw-plugs as instructed by Steve, ready for net week hen he returns.

Then had a walk in the Co-op store to use me £2 off voucher. Of course this meant I had to buy a beetroot and apple loaf and some lemon curd cream cakes… Ahem!

It was well dark by the time I came out and it was dodgy walking back through the park and down the path to the flats due to the wet leaves, but at least it had stopped raining.

Got back in the flat and put the nosh away, WC’d and tried again to set-up a lottery payment on the Nottingham Hospice Charity site – no luck again!

Updated this diary while awaiting the arrival of the Morrison’s order that I forgotten about and if I’d remembered about, then I wouldn’t have spent so much at the Co-op store. Wot a plonka!

Morrison’s arrived early.

Put the stuff anywhere for now – cause me plan is to reorganise the kitchen in the morning.

Or at least to start doing it.

Got me nosh done, vegetarian tonight.

Potato roti, beetroot, cheese and potato croquettes, garden peas (I took the photo here then realised me pan of peas was bubbling away – tsk! half a loaf of Beetroot & apple bread and a lemon curd whatever-it-is thing I got from the Co-op with some single spray cream on it.

Is yer ready?… rated this 9.55/10. Bestest ever!

In the middle of all the mayhem in the flat, I got me things ready to settle and have a read of the paper/book. I thought to myself it don’t get any better than this.

Comfy chair, haemorrhoid cushion, the most comfortable and warm throw I’ve ever had, soft drinks to hand, nibbles to hand, me grabber nearby for when I drop things, newspaper, and book to hand… marvellous!

I managed to forget about the absolute mess and mayhem the kitchen was in, telling missen I’d make a start on sorting it in the morning – then thought, or should I make a start on sorting the paperwork first?

So much to do again now. But I was feeling good, the last thing I remember after settling down was singing Elvis’s “They remind me too much of you” to myself and getting annoyed with myself cause I kept singing the same four lines over and over… couldn’t remember the others.

Inchcock Today: Thu 29th Oct 2015 Progress in sorting… rumbling innards tested

Thursday 29^th October 2015

Woke 0415hrs without any sense or feeling of had any dreams at all? Rare that. But I think I might have had some, because Little Inchy had been bleeding again overnight.

Put the kettle on, went into the bathroom and on the throne. The aroma produced in the evacuation had me worried about those tenants in the three floors of flats above! Putrid would be far too a gentle word to describe it. I wondered for a while why this new distinctly horrifying scent from within this morning?

Coughed a bit, had a rinse, sorted Little Inchy again and back in the kitchen to make me cuppa. There I realised perhaps why the lingering and seemingly getting worse aroma from the bathroom had occurred – spotted an empty Pot Noodle in the waste bin! Reckon I must have got up in the night and eaten it?

Finished yesterdays diary, made another cuppa and took me medications.

Then, just like turning on a light-switch – the innards started rumbling violently like never before. Tad worried, never known it so bad before or come on so viciously or quickly. Took some extra antacid medicine in the hope that it calms whatever is causing this down. I really will have to drop everything and seek help if gets any worse – my hands are shaking now. Good job I’ve got me wrist alarm on to press if needed, a comfort this is.

I wondered if I’d eaten anything else in the night with the pot noodle that might have caused me tummy-angst? Can’t see any other empty packets pots or tins anywhere.

Sod it, the angina started off now as well, what with Little Inchy stinging and the rumbling battle in me stomach along with the shaking hands its hard to type or concentrate. Huh!

Continued Facebooking then got missen washed cleaned and ironed. Hehe!

Set about erecting me 3 draw wheelie cabinet thingy wot I got from Ikea.

Took me time like, followed the plans diligently etc.

Took this photo when I got a phone-call from BJ to tell me he’s be here between 1030 > 1100hrs.

**Still lots to do, but the old devil is progressing**

Got in finished and went down to meet BJ – who nearly arrived on time – but I’m glad he didn’t, else I’d have lost the opportunities to remind everyone that he has never arrived on time yet! Hehehe!

BJ took me photo so I could show off me new trolley.

He took another but chopped the top of me head off!

So he tried again in the front room this time.

Got me grabber and old Security Working truncheon on show.

I had to use the truncheon as a hammer a I can’t find the one I thought I’d brought with me from the old house like.

Hehe!.

BJ reminded me that the Nottingham City Homes contract mentioned some thing about not drilling holes into the wall? Oh dear… Have to check this with Steve tomorrow before we (Well he!) starts to drill the brackets into the wall to hold the book-case in place?

We had a good old natter and a cup of tea, then BJ said he’d run me into Arnold to a Carpet place he knows to try to get a carpet to fit.

So out in the rain and we were soon at the factory shop. Got a carpet that might fit, I’ll find out later.

BJ ran me back to the flats where I met some residents and the Obergruppenhureress in charge Julie. Gawd she gives me the shudders!

Gave them some nibbles, we had a little chin-wag and up to the flat.

WC’d, damned Little Inchy was dribbling blood again. I’ll ask for advice on Monday when I go to me Warfarin INR blood test.

Decided to have me Frikadellens with potatoes, Sweet potato nuggets with peppers & coriander Rotis, garden peas and beetroot for nosh tonight.

With some bread thins.

A very nice Swiss roll, lemon of course.

This will test the rumbling innards I thought?

It tasted gloriously wonderfully almost perfect. Rated this one 9.5/10!

Must get the kitchen sorted out after me making a mess in me assembling the trolley.

Tiredness dawned and I sat down to read me book for a while, then turned on the lousy TV.

That was the end of the day for me, nodded off…

Inchcock Today Wed 28 Oct 15:

Wednesday 28^th October 2015

Woke after a dream filled kip at 0303hrs, fell asleep in the chair again.

Sat for a while trying to recall details of me dreams. In an office tower, empty abandoned, dusty… Searching for something, every-time I got through a door into a room or office I forgot what I was searching for, went back out of the room and the corridor was different to when I went into the rooms from it? This seemed to go on for ages?

Realised I’d missed last nights medications and pondered on whether or not to take just one Warfarin tablet with me morning ones?

In the end I made a cuppa and took me morning medications early while I thought of it, with just a half a tablet of Warfarin extra.

WC and oh dear, had ‘Little Inchy’ been bleeding! And then I realised that with Steve from Age UK helping me sort the Bookcase out yesterday, I’d forgotten to go to get some more pads from the chemist! Tut! Must get some today, really must!

I called the 111 NHS assistance number to ask for advice on any creams I could get over the chemist counter to safely treat Little Inchy. I had to go through 12 minutes of questions before I could ask them what I wanted to. A clinician is to call me back.

Sorry I phoned now.

Lady rang back. I asked her if there is anything I can use safely to stem the bleeding from me penis. No suggestions other than get in the bath and soak Little Inchy then dab him dry.

Told me to see GP.

Well that got me a long way to improving me condition.

Maybe I can see the chemist later and ask him if there is anything I can use to stem the bleeding from Little Inchy?

I’ll have a bath later when the running water will not bother me neighbours.

Did some Face-booking.

Went into the kitchen to make a cuppa and the site of the new 3 tier storage thingy in its box, waiting for me attentions to bring it to life made me feel a bit guilty.

So I started to get it out of its box and ready for assembly…

One look at all the parts and the so-called assembly manual and I decided to leave it for a bit… (Coward!)

Someone might call and take pity on me and help me get me head around the instructions. Tut, pathetic!

I think the check list of the 345 pieces scared me.

Went into the bedroom come storage come bomb-site bedroom that is… Hehe! and sorted some of the cardboard from the packaging ready to take down to the caretakers room later.

Ran me bath to give Little Inchy a good soaking, had a shave did me teggies, cut me toe nails (Not an easy or a pretty site I can tell yers), rubbed the cream on me skin cancer wound, pain gel into me knees and hands, dabbed Little Inchy painfully with the last bit of cortisoid cream, put the oil in me ear-holes and splashed after-shave on the four cuts I’d managed to give missen shaving this morning. Finally got in the bath without any Whoopsiedangleplops and had a good soak. Little Inchy somewhat painful and didn’t like me washing or creaming him.

Got missen dried and the bath and sink cleaned. Then filled up and sealed two large box’s with waste cardboard from the drawers, cabinet, and book-case and carried them down the stairs (One at a time of course, they were too large for one or two trips) left them outside Arthur Daley’s… I mean the caretakers room.

Readied myself for the walk in to Sherwood, got the measurements written down and set off.

I wont half raining still.

Saw a squirrel under the trees at the end of Chestnut Walk. Tried taking a photo but it came out rather miserably, too far away methinks.

Or I’ve lost me touch with photographicalisationing?

Crossed over the road and limped up the much used gravel footpath into Woodthorpe Grange Park and left down onto Mansfield Road.

On me way through the park I espied some… er… Wood-pigeons I think they were… or Doves of some kind. Again I tried to photograph them from too far away.

That or as I say, I’ve lost it with the camera and done to it that it doesn’t like?

Got into Sherwood and straight to the carpet shop.

They had no carpets of the size I wanted, and none in brown. Another wasted exercise then. Haha, fancy that!)

Now what happened next is a bit of mystery – an unexplained mystery:

I was on me way to the Co-op to get some bread and use me £2 off voucher and met chap from the 6th floor of the flats and stopped to have a little natter with him. He was telling me about his collection of Owl ornaments and his solar-powered model owls he had in his window – a bus came and I got on it with him back to the flats?

Puzzled as to why I had done that, I decided that as the rain had eased off a bit, I’d nip up to the flat and make use of the WC, then walk back again to the Co-op store for me bread and bits. Tsk!

I had unfortunately to clean up Little Inchy. By the time this was done, I remembered I was also going to go to the chemist to get something to replace the long longer any left in stock swabs.

Plodded down to the entrance doors to be greeted by pouring rain lashing away at them. Decided not to risk going out in this weather again and returned to the flat.

Got me chilli-con-carne and BBQ sausages in the saucepan, seasoned with Bisto, tomato purée and juice, vinegar and added some extra beans from the leftovers from the other day.

Followed by lemon curd Swiss roll and spray cream.

Rated this nosh 9.1/10.

Updated this, made a cuppa and did some WordPress reading.

Was soon nodding off and on in the chair.

Inchcock Today – Tue 27 Oct 15: Some sorting done – with help!

Tuesday 27^th October 2015

Woke with a jump at 0415hrs. For some reason I was expecting my old cat Cyril to be laying on me chest purring away. Blimey, it must have been 12 years since I lost him???

Me dreams again involved me being chased around inside a dilapidated skyscraper offices and corridors?

Dark and misty with it outside this morning.

WC’d, no swabs for ‘Little Inchy’ so made do with some bandages. Must get some more later.

Went through to the kitchen and spotted me overflowing used medication pots draw. Decided to tackle it straight away.

So I got me trays out, made up the new pots and rotated them into the draw for later use. Took me about two hours to sort them, but I didn’t drop any this time.

The kitchen was much warmer than the living room, I turned down the storage heater a bit – just hope I’ve done it right and don’t end up with no heat later?

WC’d

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

Went through to the bedroom with the intention of having a look at the 3 drawer wheeled thingy I’d bought for the space where they left for a washing machine under the draining board. I couldn’t even lift the box, so I rolled it into the kitchen… bit of help needed here methinks. Tsk!

Laptop on got dairy done for yesterday and posted on WordPress. Some nice comments had come in I replied to.

Onto Facebook for an hour or two, the Steve of Age UK rang. Some money transferred to the Nottingham Building Society had not gone through. He would be here in about an hour.

Got a wash and shave and true to his word Steve arrived an hour later.

Firstly I explained that I tried to get a hold of him after he left last Friday, as I’d had a call from the bank about money going out and could not understand what the recorded message was saying so could not press any buttons in reply.

He checked his phone, and none of the eleven calls I’d made to him showed up?Odd that!

He rang the bank for me, all seemed okay, then he rang the NBS for me to pay what I owed them using me card.

It seems they have had four viewers at the house and another coming tomorrow.

I shan’t get too excited knowing my luck eh?

Steve then got stuck in to making a start of erecting me book-case bless him.

He got it out of the bedroom, making some space in it for the first time in a while – mind you he put the moved stuff into the hallway.

With gusto he had everything out of the box’s and managed to get it started despite me not having a hammer he could use. (Well, I might have, but I couldn’t find it, I spend ages searching while spent ages working at the bookcase.

He didn’t have much time to spare and grafted away like a good un for me. Not in his list of duties either.

I crept up behind him and said “Steve, give me scowl will yer?”…

He did too!

Two hour after his arrival he’d got the base up in the corner ready for the drawers to be erected to go at the bottom, and the fixing thingamabobs to be screwed into the wall – and said he’s return to get it finished. Even said he’d bring his own electric drill! What a guy!

With Duncan and BJ’s help the three of them have saved me many a time. Thanks lads.

It wore me out just watching him.

Steve had to shoot off home to get his nosh then he had to visit another poor old bugger like wot I am, but this poor blokes in the Queens Medical Centre hospital.

I measured the size of carpet, well mat, that I needed for under the brown 1967 E-plan cabinet, and did it in new measurements 160mm by 110.

If the Asda delivery comes early I can have a walk through the park into Sherwood to see they have any that size at the carpet shop there.

Cleaned up the bit of mess we made and got the laptop on to update this tosh.

Asda arrived and then hunger overcame me and made me nosh.

Fish salad: Fish sticks, cheesey pops, beetroot, new potatoes, BBQ Herring fillets in tomato sauce, bread thins followed by Lemon cheesecake and cream.

Rated this as 8.9/10.

Back and legs starting to ache now.

Got several of those calls from the bank again.

So tired now, fell asleep and missed me medications. Tsk!

Going to pay for this tomorrow methinks…

Inchcock Today Mon 26 Oct 15:

Monday 26^th October 2015

No kip last night at all.

0435hrs I put the laptop on, made a cuppa took me morning medications and finished yesterdays blog and started this one

WC, haemorrhoids leaking, Little Inchy too.

Made plans for today, no INR Warfarin blood test today, so:

Walk to the launderette – On way back call in Nottingham Hospice with their bits and ask about their lottery – Call to see how BJ is going – bus out to the clinic for me checks on Little Inchy – Bus to town to get some photographs and feed the ducks and pigeons in the Arboretum – make a start on assembling (alright, trying to assemble) the trolley I got from Ikea for the kitchen – Go to the Community shed to take previous tenants mail… I got this far, but just knew there was something important besides these jobs, but could I remember?

I checked the Google calender but nowt on it for today at all… oh dear?

Did some Facebooking, a lot of Facebooking.

Soon time for me bath and readied missen for me walk to the launderette.

Took the mail I’d had delivered at the flat for Margaret the previous tenant, to the Community Hut on me way out.

Met Deana, she’d just arrived on site. Gave her a nibble and then the letters. She asked when she saw me carrying me usual bag and the bag of washing why I was not using the machines in the flats. I explained that I was fed up of people using the driers only when the washers were in use ad having to wait an extra hour before I could use them.

I poddled on and down Winchester Street’s hill into Sherwood, then up Mansfield Road, then down into Carrington and the launderette.

Just avoiding one of the famous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists en-route.

Got in and got me washer going.

Had a good chin-wag with Mandy after taking her photo when she wasn’t expecting it. Not a good one but still.

Brother in law Pete rang to see if all was okay, nice of him. He’s going to ring back late in the week to let me know when I can visit them and or meet with him in town.

A lady came in carrying her dog and I fell in love with it straight away.

The dogs name was Randa. The lady explained it came from Miranda.

I put me washing when done in hte drier and went off to Lidl and got some bits.

Razors, 2 cobs, Frikadellens, mini tomatoes and a Pork Farms Pie. I hink the lady on the check out must be new to Lidl, because she didn’t Tut at me or get sarkie or nasty when I dropped me money on the floor and she had to pick it up, bless her. Lidl will soon knock the empathy out of her!

Back to Launderette and took me washing out of the drier. I must say me woolly cap had shrunk even more this time. I called to tell Mandy as I squashed in down on me head – and Mandy laughed out loud and took me photo as I went up to the counter!

It was nice having a laugh.

I caught the bus back into Sherwood, and walked up through Woodthorpe Grange Park back to the flat.

Not many folk about, a few with their dogs like.

It looked so beautiful with the different coloured leaves falling as the sunshine came out for a while too.

Me feet were aching for some reason, but me hands and knees were not bothered by Arthur Itis at this point!

Back in the flat I WC’s and put the camera card in the laptop to transfer them.

Then decided not to, and to go into Arnold on the bus that was due it ten minutes from the flats. I hastily got me things back on and hot off to catch it.

Only just made it in time as it was coming on site as I got to the bus-stop.

No hassle or Whoopsiedangleplops on the way.

Dropped off and had a slow walk around. When I got to the pathetic market I thought I’d take a photo of it for yers… as soon as the camera told me there was no memory card in it… (Quick as a flash I knew I’d left it in the laptop, I’m quick yer know Hehehe!) I decided not to take a photo of the pathetic market after all.

I called in Fulton food store and only got the last two polish chicken portions they had left, because they were selling them at 40p instead of the usual £1.35, and they were in date too!

I had some time before the bus was due back so called in Asda to get some of their 50p BBQ noodles before they returned to full price of £1.09.

I found they were offering Walkers Pops at £1, so got some, Bread thins at 89p so I got some… and do yer know, a packet of fresh cream French Horns dropped themselves into me basket! Amazing!

I wandered off to the bus stop. And caught the 11 minutes past L9 that arrived at 19 minutes past – I nearly gave up and walked off to catch a bus into town then one out again back to the flats.

When I got in I WC’d, put the kettle on and then as I put me fodder away realised I’d not got the BBQ noodles from Asda that I’d gone there to buy in the first place! Tsk!

I put the laptop on… the laptop that had been looking after me camera card for me – Hehe.

Many emails awaited answering.

Getting dark early now.

Got me nosh ready.

Two cobs, polish glazed chicken, beetroots, pork pie, and the Lidl Mini plum tomatoes…

Possibly… no, I can say with certainty…

The most bitter, foul tasting tomatoes I’ve ever tried in me 4o years on the earth . Oh, all right, 70 years on this earth!

They were very juicy though, fair enough acidly sour juice.

I would recommend that any readers who have any taste-buds still working give these a wide berth.

Made a cuppa, took me medications and sat to read down around 1800hrs.

Woke up around 2300hrs.

Made another cuppa and turned the TV on after looking at the magazine to find that ‘Mash’ was on.

Fell asleep within minutes… Woke up several times with Little Inchy bother and ended up using all me swabs! Must get some more tomorrow without fail! Tsk!