Sunday 1st July 2018
Icelandic: Sunnudagur 1. Júlí 2018
0505hrs: I wish I could recall anything about the dream I knew I’d been having, but no facts, storylines or notions of what they were about was retained. Humph!
I tried to get back to sleep in hopes of recontacting with the nightmare, but no, once awake, that’s it for me, I just have to get up. Or at least lay there while the muddled brain sorts itself out so I can remove my bulky but flabby-flobby body from the £300 second-hand recliner.
The agony; and this description is a fair one, from Harold’s Haemorrhoids was terrible! But, on the plus-side, Duodenal Donald was content not to bother me at all.
After disentangling myself from the chair, I visited the Porcelain Throne for an overdue evacuation. Not a messy one this time. Cleaned, dried and medicated the piles and had a quick wash.
To the kitchen to get the dosage pots made-up for the coming week. Even I find it hard to believe that the following sequences of Whoopsiedangleplops took place, I was here suffering them, and getting well wee’d-off, irked, exasperated and choleric with myself, as they seemed to go on neverendlingly!
And I woke in such a reasonable frame of mind as well.
I dropped the evening tray of half-sorted pots, and of course, the lids were open at the time and spent what seemed like a couple of days on my knees searching for and retrieving most of them. Then seemingly another hour in my getting back up on my feet! Huh!
Health checks about to be done, not without a bit of a kerfuffle come-bother later. Firstly, the flipping hemadynamometer failed to work for about four attempts. On the fifth try, it worked without any trouble.
Then I dropped the hypodermic and broke it. At least I knew why I did this, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven hit me without any warning.
Eventually, I got the medications resorted and back in the drawer with the other trays. Not comfortable with the shakes. But they didn’t last long this time.
The three photographs on the left here were intended to show a ginormous bee. As I was getting the camera out of the tiny gap in the window, it appeared and buzzed around showing a lot of interest in my fingers and the Lumix. I did not want the bee to come in 
through the opening, but I wanted to get a photograph of some sort of it. The result being these three bumblebee-free shots above. He was very quick. Haha!
Back to the Health Checks again.
On to the computer and updated the Excel HC figures.
I cleaned the potatoes and podded the fresh garden peas, and got them in the slow-cooker on a low light.
For a so-called slow-cooker, the sides warmed up quickly this morning. Burnt the end of two digits Haha!
On the computer and began to finish off yesterday’s Inchcock Today post.
I then had a series of Whoopsiedangleplops in quick succession.
- Dizzy Dennis gave me another visit.
- Herbert started his scrapping/dragging something, tip-tap noises
- I apprehended that blood from the fungal lesion was seeping through the PPs.
- I began a sneezing session that I was so glad finally ended.
- Then within seconds, a very urgent and unexpected call to Porcelain Throne arrived.
A tad bewildered with the onslaught of the sudden ailments, but I knew the need for the Porcelain Throne was the first and foremost that needed time in actioning.
I think you would have liked to had a good laugh if you had seen my antics in responding to the Throne usage needs.
As I hurried to the wetroom; I knocked over the waste bin next to the computer chair.
Stubbed my toe on the Ottoman.
The lingering dizzies caused me to bang my shoulder on the door frame when I entered the Throne Room!
The evacuation made a right mess of me, the porcelain and the floor! Had to clean and medicate the lesion and haemorrhoids yet again! Took me ages, but I felt a lot better afterwards.
I’ve never used so much Daktacort miconazole anti-fungal cream in one day like this before. Or got through so much Germoloid cream, or used so many Protection Pants up in such a short time either. Thank heavens for Michaels help in that department.
I made a resolution to try and remain Whoopsiedangleplopless for the rest of today.
Started this post going up to here. Made a brew. And got the Morrison order made and sent off.
Many hours spent on blogging.
Did the next Health Checks and got the nosh on the go early so I could watch the (As I now know, Fiddled, crooked, Mother Russia bribed refereed); World Cup Match, Putin’s Thugs v the Danish Dilitants.
The meal was prepared, and with a lot of burnt fingers, dirty pots pans and cutlery and niggling kerfuffle as well.
I did not get the seasoning anywhere near to how I’d intended it to turn out.
But, it was passable and just about deserved its taste-rating of 7.5/10.
The Russian Mafia… football team, played to a plan and stuck with it. Assisted by the crooked referee who was brilliantly talented, in applying his skills and intent on Russia winning.
As the BBC put it later: Hosts Russia pulled off the biggest shock of the 2018 World Cup so far as they beat 2010 winners Spain in the first penalty shootout of the tournament to reach the quarter-finals for the first time in 48 years.
I found it difficult at first after the game, to understand how the Russians got away with fouling and manhandling the Danish players in the box so often, on the corners, without a mention from the bent referee, or the dishonest VAR monitor’s employed by Mother Russia, who ignored the Russian wrestlers’ antics. No doubt they were feeling threatened or backhanded to do so. Let’s face it, it is FIFA we are talking about, here.
Recent threats from Putin, include:
- 1st March: Putin threatened the West with a new generation of nuclear weapons Thursday, including what he described as an “invincible” intercontinental cruise missile and an atomic torpedo that could outsmart all American defences.
- 2nd March: Putin threatened America with his invincible nuke!
- 5th April: Putin Tells Britain; You’ll be sorry at UN meeting.
- 7th June: Putin threatened: If anyone attacks Russia, World War Three will end the civilised world. Although, how civilised was the chosen word to use, I don’t know!
It looks like Russia might win the world cup after all? Hahaha!
Did the last Health Checks and medicationing.
As I settled down in the £300 second-hand recliner, all interest, resolution and willpower failed, frighteningly quickly.
The unwanted fatigue overshadowed me. No nodding-offs arrived. I sat there with the brain closed-down, heedlessly, vacuously staring at some rubbish on the box, without any willpower to concentrate or to turn off the TV for ages. Semiconscious of my own existence, sensations, thoughts, surroundings, etc. The lowest part of the day for me this was, I felt out of control, phlegmatic, emotionless, lethargic and aimlessly acceptant of my failings.
I must have nodded off because I woke up with a start! Hehehe! Herbert was knocking away, at least I think it was him.
A thirst came over me, and I went off to get a drink of milk.
What a fantastic skyline greeted me when I got to the refrigerator.
So late at night, too.
I got the milk and returned to the recliner. Much more interested in life again now.
But, the brain started coming out of its hibernation and began going off on its meanderings, fretting, self-hatred and fearing everything again. Sleep was impossible. I think it must have been well into the early hours of the morning before I got off into the land of Nod. Still, I got there eventually. I hate weekends! Tsk!
Dammit! I’d done it again and left the oven on overnight!
The pulse up a fair bit. Probably, due to my getting upset at my leaving the oven on again?
A few car parking spaces down below on Chestnut Walk.
The early meal was okay, but I wasn’t.
The tormenting brain soon established its credentials, as I nearly fell out of the recliner getting up, then had a visit from Dizzy Dennis, then I trod on a pen on the floor, crushing it and cutting the foot. Of course, it had to be the best one of my pens, my Linc Safron Max Gel that I stepped on, didn’t it!
I tidied up a little. Then off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks and medication taking.
Turned down the hill, and a couple of hundred yards further down, I saw the blackberry bushes were forcing their way through in the thick tall bramble bushes.
A few hundred yards along, a piece of Nottingham Street Art that wasn’t there yesterday was spotted.
I got onto Mansfield Road, crossed over at the traffic lights, and called in a couple of charity shops in search of a narrow-lipped mug and or a saucepan with a lid that had not been broken like mine is. Tsk! No luck. 
cleaners without bucket or ladders. Haha!
As I was making my way up to the bus stop, this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot by as he swayed between the pedestrians at speed.
Got to the bus stop and a few of my family of oldies were in the shelter. The bus arrived, and as we got on, poor Mary was on the bus, looking well-drained, with her shopping trolley and a full bag of fodder. But still perkily chatting away. Bless her.
I checked on the potatoes and podded peas in the crock-pot and put the oven on to warm up ready for the pork to go in later.
0215hrs: Burst into life… Well, I woke-up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner, dressed, had a wee-wee and got the laundry collated.
Back up to the apartment. Took this shot as I entered the kitchen. Moddy one, I think. A lot of lights on for this time in a morning. 0330hrs
All the readings were comparable to those from yesterday’s first Health Checks.
Didn’t get far into the job, and it was time to go down to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
Which proved to be an injudicious thing to do. Cause the wire mesh had bits sticking out, and I clumsily caught a sharp bit down the inside of my fingernail.
Waiting for the arrival of the lift, I espied that a new notice was on the board, from Jenny.
0430hrs: Down to collect the laundry.
All freshened up and dressed, got the bag with the nibbles, crossword book, umbrella, collapsible walking stick (which I found out later, had gone missing, fancy that!), hearing aid batteries and an extra pack of codeine in it.
break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like porcelain and pottery to be stolen from, and residents hut.
bus stop as I made my way on the walk to the surgery. 
I walked on down the hill onto Mansfield Road, and down the slope towards Carrington.
As I got to the steep bit of the hill, just before the crest, I passed the particularly singular and attractive row of houses on the other side of the roadway. A touch of Fothergill Watsonism here, methinks.
I walked down through Carrington to the Lidl store
Got off in Sherwood and visited a couple of the Charity Shops in search of a replacement for the mugs I had broken last week. But I was unsonsy, not that I expected anything else.
As I got the fodder prepared and checked the crock-pot, the hoist went down. I took this picture above, blind through the window. You can see the lads below.
I got on with updating this diary.
Getting tired now.
The mini veggie sausages were not a nice as I expected, but everything else was spot-on, first class, delightful!
Forced me out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the kitchen. The cold hit me as soon as I entered. With the previous two nights being so humid and warm, I’d left both windows open as far as they would go. Brr!
Took the medications, and off to the Porcelain Throne for a Trotsky Terence affected evacuation. Then got on with what proved to be a long slow job of updating the Tuesday Diary.
Really hot out here now.
bound L9 electric powered bus, off down Winchester Street into Sherwood.
bought two packs. Also, they had some Hoisin sauce on sale. Which I thought would go well with the Hoisin pork ribs when I eat them? No, I don’t believe it either, Haha!
Much to my surprise, I came out of Wilko with just the two items I had gone in for!
Hehehe!
The workmen were drilling close-by. Headache Warning Received, Haha!
Got the rest of the food put away, and did the Health Checks. (I ought to dead I think, the Sys was down to 118 and the pulse down to 71?) Although they perked up a bit on the final checks.
Watched the Korea v Germany match while eating the nosh.
As soon as I actioned the limbs into movement and removed my mass from the £300 second-hand recliner, Dizzy Dennis had a go at me. He didn’t attack for long, but long enough to cause me to stub my toe against the Ottoman. Ouch! Tsk!
Made a brew of the malty tasting Assam tea, and very tasty it was, too.
The blue hue of the morning was deep again, as it has been for days now.
Caught the L9 bus to town.
I walked to the City entre Slab Square to take some photographicalisations.
I poddled down Exchange Walk and bought some new highlighter pens.
to the plastic slit-open shoes and not wearing socks.
they were doing very well, all three of them looked remarkably morose.
But getting out of town was difficult with the heavy chaotic traffic.
missed the date off of the picture. Klutz!
holiday.
Got on with the food preparation.
My heart and spirit were at a low ebb – but I wasn’t sure why. My self-confidence was non-existent! Perhaps my EQ knew something unpalatable, ignominious or untoward was going to take place today?
To the kitchen again, this time to take a Dia-Limit capsule. 
Not sure if it was Grammarly, the computer or Virgin internet. Other internet programs seemed to be okay? I turned everything off and back on, but it was the same. So I tried pressing the Virgin reset button and restarted once more. Ah, that’s gorrit now!
Got off three stops later near Mapperley Tops and took a right to limp along to the Aldi store.
I was overcome with creativity at this stage of the journey.
Came across this mammoth sized dragonfly. Well, I think that’s what it is, or rather, was.
I doddered along back to the apartment.
Got the nosh sorted.
Doing the washing up and the sky out there was beautifully picturesque.
I did have what seemed like a tumultuous long, frustrating dream, and I woke up spreadeagled half-on, half-off of the £300 second-hand recliner, with aches and pains in most locations of the torso. The back, neck and right ankle being the worst affected. The need for the utilisationing of the Porcelain Throne arrived as I was extracting my lumbering body from the chair. The chest was very itchy.
I decided to get the ablutions done while I was in there. No shower, of course, the noise this unit makes when operative would disturb my neighbours, so a Stand-up session was taken. I had to reapply the pain gel I’d put on an hour-and-a-half ago, of course, having washed it off. Shlemiel!
I want to get that and the meal was done so I can settle to watch the England v Panama game. I just hope that Duodenal Donald eases off in a bit, he’s very naughty to me at the moment.
The Panamanian tactics in defence were more like rugby than soccer.
Then, as I lay there waiting to get some equanimity flowing, Anne Gyna started giving me some stick. But I can’t complain. She has been so kind to me of late, but that has apparently ended. Humph!
A long drawn out painful wee-wee, the lesion medicated, changed PPs and washed up.
At least the Sys has gone up.
I could not photograph the beautiful morning through the dirty filthy ungetatable to clean windows. Getting the camera out of the four-inch gap allowed, caused a few bruised knuckles again.
Started on creating this page. Then another trip to the Porcelain had to be made. Same results, so a bit of cleaning up had to be done afterwards
Not sure when, but I woke up in the night in need of the Porcelain Throne. I went to get a drink of fresh orange juice from the fridge in the kitchen. 
I realised when I got the tablet pots out, that I had missed last nights doses. Klutz!. So I just took the Warfarin and Magnesium along with the morning tablets.
Made a start on updating the Thursday diary.
The second mug of tea had gone cold, so I nipped into the kitchen and made another one.
All prepared, hearing-aids in, umbrella in the bag, shopping list (Although it vanished by the time I got to the shops, Tsk!), Bus Pass etc. and set out to the bus stop. Along Chestnut Walk, I stopped just before the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Unterscharführeress Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed, Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents socialising room, shed. I found something so beautiful about the view from my standing under the trees near the parking area, I had to take this photograph of the lovely view.
The list I’d misplaced had things on it that I would usually get from Morrisons.
Paid the gentleman on the till, and out and had a hobble into Arnold Front Street.
I didn’t get too much from here. Lemon and Lime spring water, TV magazine for next week, Well, I like to know what I can fall asleep to watching, Haha! Ice cream cones and a bag of cheese curls. The queues at the checkouts were horrendous. So I walked to the other end of the store and used the self-serve tills.
Out to the bus stop on High Street.
The meal consisted of, a cheesy bap, sliced some gherkins, tomatoes, chips and a Pork Farms mini pork and pickle pie. With caramelised red onion chutney and a mug of fresh orange juice.
In the morning, when I got around to updating this post, I found the photo I’d taken last Friday’s trip to the NHS drop-in centre and could not find at the time.