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Inchcock Today – Monday 5th March 2018

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Monday 5th March 2018

ਸੋਮਵਾਰ 5 ਮਾਰਚ 2018 Punjabi

0005hrs: I stirred in the £300 second-hand recliner, a cracking headache, Duodenal Donald letting me know he was unhappy. The main expergefactor being the need of the Porcelain Throne utilisation.

I put the kettle on and had a look outside to view the weather and possibility of getting out today. The snow had gone, the mist and fog had too. But it was still icy, and I assumed the freezing rain as forecast would arrive shortly.

At least the buses should be running.

I felt the visit to the wet room was going to present opportunities for adiaphorous medicationalisationing activities. I was right, I’m afraid. Things were a right-state down below. Fresh and congealed dried blood at the front (Little Inchies lesion) and, tender, burning, bleeding bloblets of pain from the rear-end (Harold’s Haemorrhoids). All accompanied by Duodenal Donald’s stabs and elongated seemingly angry pains. I did some temporary patching up and creaming, and dreaded having to do the job in full at a later stage when I get the ablutions tended to. Washed up and returned to the kitchen, not feeling so good, but things could have been worse… I keep telling myself. At least the Throne Session was not too bad, still messy, but far less than yesterday. Hehe!

I guzzled down some of the impotent antacid medicine, took the morning doses with an extra pain-killer and Omeprazole. Oh dear, the innards are beginning to rumble and grumble now. Tsk!

Got the Health Checks collated for last week and did this morning’s ones.

Odd how I seem to wake most mornings feeling like a different person, at times like an unwanted alien. Not sure why I said that.

Got on the computer and got this started and done up to here. Then, on to finishing the Sunday diary. Sent it off and did some WordPress commenting.

The stomach is churning again. Not heard any noise yet from Herbert above. Then still it is only 0330hrs, give him time. Haha!

Went to the WordPress Reader.

Made up another graphic to use later as a page header on the Inchcock Todays.

Ablutionisationing and medicalisationing tended to next. A painful job that medicating of specific areas.

All smelling nice and fresh, I went to make a brew. And tried to take a panorama shot of the skyline, as it was apparent to the eye, rain in some areas (Or snow?) and not in others, as with the sunshine breaking through.

Disappointed in the outcome of this effort, though. Twinklies spoilt it.

Sorted and took the waste bags to the refuse chute.

Got the things ready and set off to the Windwood Social Shed, to wait in there for the bus to arrive.

No one in the hut when I arrived. I sat down and got the crossword book out. I was joined later by several other tenants, and Welsh Bill sat beside me and he was in much better health this morning. He was back to almost his sarcastic best and looked much recovered and fitter. We had a chinwag, but the atmosphere inside the hut otherwise, was one of low spirits.

Out to the bus stop and the city-bound bus arrived first. Got on with Margaret from the 7th floor.

Got off at the terminus on Queen Street and made my way down to the Slab Square. Not many folks around and an aura that gave off a sense of demoralisation lingered, mixed with an overpowering depressive melancholiness. No smiling faces and an increase in Big issue Sellers and street beggars.

I made my way down Lister Gate to take a photograph from roughly the same place of one I’d found from around 1959. So I could display them both in comparison to each other.

Looked like a ghost town.

I went into the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre to have a look at its demise as they run it down ready for demolition in readiness for the new, not needed, unwanted suicidal multi-billion new development.

The place is 2/3rds of empty shops at the moment. Being used a cut through for pedestrians from the South.

The security guard leaning against the Customer (And there were precious few of those about) counter, gossiping with a Service Lady in desperate attempts to keep each other from falling asleep.

The plans for how it will end up looking were impressive.

But where sufficiently funded Nottinghamian customers are going to come from is problematical. But I am confident it will attract the shoplifting fraternity in significant numbers, beggars and street artists too.

Doomed before it is built!

The top floor is already devoid of shops.

The original shopping centre that was also not required needed, used-much and hated by many Nottinghamians for the destruction of so many old landmarks to make room for it, was opened in 1972.

I limped back into the City Centre and back through the Slab Square.

Gawed, it looked and felt so gloomy!

I went the Tesco and got some cobs and lemon flavoured cakes.

Ten to the bus stop on Queen Street.

The old Elite Building had finished being cleaned up. Sadly, they had removed the statues from their coves on top of the building. A danger to street sleepers and shoplifters I expect. Hehe!

Throughout my little trip around town, I did not see a single police Officer. Street beggars, Big Issue Sellers, Street Artists playing upturned plastic buckets, litterers, pavement cyclists and a shoplifter in action in Tesco… Yes! But, no Officers of the Law!

A few people on Clumber Street now, as I returned to the bus stop.

Caught the L9 back to Sherwood.

The atmosphere on the bus was one of confusion to me. Kids were screaming demanding something called ‘Princess?’, That apparently their parents had refused to buy them. Two people on their mobiles supplied a loud running commentary as they both shouted to whoever was on the other end.

Then, someone on the raised seating behind me dropped something down the back of my neck. I later found out it was bits of broken crisps. I had to chuckle!

Obergruppenfureress Warden Deana was knocking on a flat door as I got back. Hellos were exchanged.

Got in and tended to the preparing of the meal. Had a rinse and found the crushed crisps (Hehe!). Titivated the kitchen a bit.

Mail had been delivered. The DVT results from last Thursday and yet another Nottingham City Homes information letter. Cunningly arranging a meeting in the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens Hut for Thursday 15th March (Blood Test, GUM Clinic and Dentist appointment day, which negate my desires to attend the one and only Social Hour a week – But it doesn’t bother me!) Lie Mode Adopted. Details:

  1. Answering questions about the sprinkler systems to be fitted
  2. Answering questions about the new tannoy systems to be fitted
  3. Answering questions about the tannoy systems to be fitted
  4. Showing you how they work
  5. Telling you when works are due to start
  6. Telling you what the works involve
  7. Testing the fire alarms in all the blocks

So, that just leaves, I think anyway: The above plus – The meeting about the heaters, the installation of the new windows and how to use them, the installation of the new balcony and how to use them… and eventually:  Hire a plasterer and floor layer to repair where  the work on heaters, wiring, alarms and  all the above are completed, paying someone to redecorate the flat and fill in the holes and lay four new carpets and curtains, oh, and a lampshade.

I’m going to need to find some Chutzpah to cope with all this lot! I, like many other of the old folk I imagine, don’t deal easily with upset and change. But, there I go, moaning again. Tsk! Naughty Inchcock!

Served up the meal.

For some reason, the lamb hotpot was of a different texture to the other one I ate two days ago. Same use-by date and brand, though?

I could not eat any of it. Tasteless and very greasy. A good job I added a Frikadellen and chips, they were excellent. I wondered why this happened? I must have done something wrong?

The innards started to rumble and grumble as I settled to watch the TV.

Fell asleep and proceeded to suffer a hell of a dream! Thankfully I scribbled some notes about them. Most unreadable, indecipherable, but still enough to get the theme of the thoughts:  Captured, held wearing nothing but a large pink towel wrapped around me – room, no furniture. Dog cat droppings. Broken window, being shot at. Wanted to jump out of frame using towel as a parachute? Realised I had no legs.  The scene moved to canal, nighttime – with me in wooden rowing boat wearing frogman’s suit. Jumped in and found me in cave underground, air-raid. Everyone had a jar of Marmite in their hand?

Beats me, too!

Sister Jane rang. Stopping the dream, bless her.

TTFN.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 4th March 2018: Worrying Late Whoopsiedangleplops!

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Sunday 4th March 2018

Mongolian: 2018 оны 3 сарын 4-ний ням гарагт

0030hrs: No poriomania from the brain this morning, strangely it was concentrated on the need for me to get the laundry done. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner without too much bother and got the washing bag checked, accoutrements gathered and out on the way down within minutes. Yet another, different version of Inchcock had woken today.

I nipped out of the foyer door, took this photographicalisation of the frozen snow and ice, and nipped back in sharpishly. It was lethal underfoot!

Into the laundry room and got the machine going. I’d put in the soap capsule and freshener granules first, then added the clothes.

But the capsule was in the window of the washer within seconds of it starting?

There must be some laws of logic that are beyond me, that causes this to happen? Hehe”

On the way back, I spotted this message from Jenny, in response to and about the radiators and lack of warmth reported.

I kept reading a few lines and having to go back and start again because the message got jumbled up in brain-box.

Got the Health Checks done and medications imbibed. Sys, creeping back up.

Made a start on this blog page.

Down to move the items into the dryer. Someone had had the same idea as me and had started their laundry in the other machine. How they managed to get soap bubbles all over the floor, I don’t know? Wiped the washer and got the dryer going, then back to look at the second notice that had been left for us from Jenny.

How kind of her. Bless her cotton socks.

Up and back on the computer, sorted some photographs ready to use.

Updated the health records and then made another mug of Olde English Breakfast tea, and very tasty it was too.

I stood for a few moments looking out into the morning darkness, and the brain went off on its own again. Anecdotal, and sequacious ramblings about nothing?

The time flashed by, and I soon found myself going down to collect the washing.

As I began to unload the dryer, the chap who’s washing was in and made a mess with the bubbles arrived to join me. The chap wanted to get to use the dryer I’d used while it was still warm. I had a funny turn, and Duodenal Donald kicked off at the same time. I spread my clothes on top of the machines as he shot in and filled his into the dryer. Bless him, he did ask if I was alright, pointing out I looked very poorly.
Must admit, I didn’t feel too steady at that moment. But things soon felt easier and returned to normal mode, but with Donald a lot less bothersome.

He left the laundry room to return up to his flat, and I packed the togs into the blue bag.

I took a photo of the Information Board near the elevators. Heavy Snow indicated, but I hadn’t noticed any when I nipped outside earlier.

4th March, blimey, time flies when you’re getting on a bit. Tsk!

It looked a little bleak from the kitchen window out there.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. A surprisingly comfortable session this time. Nowhere near as much cleaning up to do as there has of late.

One of my most-effective, clinically-executed and excruciating toe-stubbings of the year arrived next.

Following the advice to close all doors, and I trapped the end of the toe in the large gap at the bottom of the wet room door as I pulled it shut! The gap below the door is so large, I don’t know why I bothered closing it in the first flipping place!

It doesn’t-half let the draught in when I’m on the Throne. Brr, Tsk!

I limped back to the computer and got on with updating this diary.

Got into WordPress reader via FireFox this morning.

Started to finish off the Saturday post.

0450hrs: The Horrible Herbert from the flat above, started with some heavy bangs, about five, right above where I am on the computer. I almost got up to visit the gentleman and have words.

But, not knowing how big, violent or old he is, and my natural in-bred cowardice, prevented me taking any action. A few more knocks and bangs occasionally followed for hours, but not as loud. I’m sure that someone else nearby must have heard these bangs? And it would have been worse for them if they have good hearing and were in bed asleep!

Back to the Saturday Inchcock updating. Got it done and posted off.

Responded to the WordPress comments.

Made another brew, had a wee-wee and went of Facebook to try and catch up on the TFZer site. I think I’ve made a mistake on Marie’s birthday. What a clot!

0750hrs: Herbert noisy again.

Over the last few hours, while I’ve been on CorelDraw, the weather view from the kitchen window has been photographed a few time. It has changed considerably.

The fog seems to be settling in. Still very cold out there, though.

Made a brew of tea and back on CorelDrawing.

1025hrs: Herbert noisy yet again.

Continued with CorelDrawing.

Did the Health Checks.

1430hrs: Herbert noisy again.

Got the food prepared and served up. Two lip-smackingly tasty Frikadellens, curried baked beans with added sliced mushrooms slow-cooked with balsamic vinegar and three uneatable potato cakes. Sliced apple and lemon yoghourt and medications to follow.

A shame about the cakes.

Everything else was great tasting.

The sudden fatigue dawned, and the planned cleaning up of the kitchen was abandoned.

Got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, to watch some TV. Between channel-hopping and nodding-offs I failed to view any of the programmes throughout.

Went in to refill the mug with Orange Juice with bits, to find I’d left the hot tap running on the washing bowl. Tsk! No shower or shave tonight then, I’ll have to do it in the morning. By which time I might need a blow-torch to get the stubble off of my chin! Haha!

Back to the chair and TV. Nodded off, and woke with my right leg somehow over the arm of the recliner (I wasn’t sure how I managed to get into this position without any agony from Hippy Hilda, Arthur Itis or Hernia Harry), and inside the small rubbish bin. That I surely must have moved to allow this to happen. Of course, I automatically lifted the leg to get it out of the waste bin, knocking it over onto the floor to join the remote control and pencil and notepad, which were down there already? Then the pains started. What had I done? How did I manage it? Why did I do it? Am I going potty?

 After a dysania-ridden removal of the body from the recliner, I cleaned up best I could manage, without using noisy vacuums and disturbing the neighbours this late on in the night. Knocking over the mug of orange juice as I did so.

Confused, irritated with me and feeling impuissant, incapable of restraining, controlling or understanding what the heck was happening.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 3rd March 2018

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Saturday 3rd March 2018

Hebrew: יום שבת 3 במרץ 2018

0035hrs: Woke with the shivers. It was feeling so cold. And, I had the woolly hat on, too. I was in urgent need of a wee-wee and had to hurriedly abandon the warmth of the £300 second-hand recliner to get to the WC in time. Little Inchy’s lesion had been bleeding and needed some uncomfortable medical attention.

During which the brain did not seem to be following its own commands, malapropos-like, the actions taking place seemed almost like I was dreaming or imagining they were taking place. No, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas or Fears occurred, just the realisation that suddenly everything clicked into place and it was them, I understood that they were not in situ in the first place. I made a mess of explaining that, but it’s the best I can manage at the moment, sorry. The codswallop and balderdash started affecting my thoughts and lingered on in the background.

Off to the kitchen and got the Health Checks done.

0110hrs: It felt well below freezing out there as I opened the window to have a check on the weather… well, the state of the snow and ice really.

No new snow had fallen at all. But the compressed snow and ice were twinkling threateningly for any walkers.

I gave my elbow one heck of crack in the window frame as I came back in after taking the photo. I think I may have said something like “Oh, blow it!”

At this stage, all sorts of ailments appeared almost in unison. (Hippy Hilda was nae-bother). The grumbling-rumbling innards and Duodenal Donald were the main culprits for my sudden decline in health. Reflux Roger occasionally joined in. And this is how things were for a long time, until the Porcelain Throne visit, anyway.

Made a brew and then onto the computer to start this post off up to here. Then finalised the Friday post.

Checked out the WordPress Reader. Emails sorted.

Herbert from the flat above started his banging and knocking again.

Had a right funny-turn as I was getting the nosh sorted out. Did myself no-good at all. I had to stop everything and just sit down. I soon fell asleep and woke up many hours later, feeling as fit as a fiddle? Life can be very confusing.

The day had gone by now. But I must have needed the kip.

Got the meal served up. I had one of the Lamb Hotpots I bought from Aldi. And have to say, it was superb, flavoursome and filling. Plain Greek yoghourt with Maple Syrup, sliced Italian tomatoes the only sad part of the meal, bitter!) added, and a sliced apple with a large mug of Clementine Juice finished off this delightful repast.

I remembered I had not done next weeks Morrison order, so I got the computer on and did so.

I felt sure I’d be able, after so much sleep, to watch some TV, so settled down to view some.

Fell asleep!

Inchcock Today – Friday 2nd March 2018

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Friday 2nd March 2018

Greek: Παρασκευή 2 Μαρτίου 2018

0130hrs: Woke several times over, for a minute or so, and seemed to drift off back to sleep? Eventually, the brain engaged and I encouraged the body mass out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the Porcelain Throne.

I settled down to allow the evacuation procedure. And the thoughts that began emanating from the brain for my considerations were quisquose, disturbing and confusing. They trundled forth and before I could grasp their meaning, along comes another totally unrelated idea, fear or suggestion. Enough, already! As luck would have it, I escaped the thought-battle when I realised the amount of bleeding taking place from the rear-end, thus giving me something else to concentrate on. Duodenal Donald was leaking slightly more than usual. After the session, I had a good clean up and used the gauze and HT cream to ease the flow. It took a while, but I stopped it eventually.

Wiped up and antisepticated the contact areas. To the kitchen and got the Health Checks were done. The sys was up a bit, all else looked fine.

I took a look out of the window to see the situation with the snow, outside. Couldn’t see any fresh snow on top of the resident’s vehicles.

The alcoholic tenants who use their cars to go to fetch their liquor daily are the best indicators. Haha!

Got the medications took.

Started to update Thursday’s Diary. Sent it off.

I had a look at the forecast for today. A yellow warning for snow and ice, same as yesterday. 1°c > -4°c. It added, …but feeling colder! That’s it, I’m hibernating today. And it isn’t exactly snug in the flat.

All the holes left in the building when the builders had to evacuate work due to the weather, ensures us all a high-electricity charges and cold flats!

I must have been snowing late last night, cause the run-marks from all the sleigh routes were covered in the bottom field.

No snow is falling at all at the moment. I looked at the Daily Telegraph website, where they had done us a map of the UK, pointing out the warning areas for snow for today. Glad to see Nottingham is only in the Yellow warning zone. And, the warnings seem to all end (Apart from the Yellow) by 1000hrs. So, the buses might be back on after that time? Mind you, with the temperature prognosticated as being freezing and lower, this white-stuff and ice might take a while to clear, and will more fall tomorrow? Bet your life on it!

Had a look at the BBC site to see what Saturday and next week might bring us. Ah, some more snow. Hehe!

I’d received an email from the surgery. When having the blood test yesterday, I explained to the nurse about getting appointments for Thursdays at 1040hrs, meant I have to miss the one Social Event we have a week, as it runs from 1000hrs to 1100hrs. She said they could make it earlier in the mornings. This cheered me up no end.

Now I get this email telling me my results are as follows: But no INR-Warfarin level results on the page, only next weeks dosages? And, worst of all and very disappointingly, they made the appointment for the next one on Thursday 8th March at 1050hrs – Again! Bummer! Grumph!

I started work on this blog. Got up to here. Made the WordPress Comments, and then I tried to get the Reader to open in FireFox. On the third attempt, it worked. Getting back to the editor, was not so easy.

On Facebook to catch-up.

I made a brew of tea, got some thin slices of Pork Pie, cut up some tomatoes and watched a YouTube car crash thingy while I ate them.

Back to work. CorelDrawing to make up some more diary page headers and then got the drafts started. It proved to be hard work getting them right.

Made another mug of brew and did the Health Checks.

Started to create the drafts. Got them finished at last. Cost me five hours to get these Page Headers done. Can’t display them, otherwise, it will take the edge off their humour when I use them on the ITs (Inchcock Todays).

Turned computers off, and did the Health Checks and medications.

Got the meal served up in no time. Only the potato cakes needed any heating up. Cooked beef and belly pork with herbs, chips, sugar-snap peas, apple and tomatoes were followed with the natural yoghourt to which I added some Maple Syrup.

I fell asleep with the plate and tray mostly eaten, but still on my knee.

The plate and tray of fodder were on the floor when I woke up later, leaving a pretty pattern of chips, tomato-halves and half-chewed sugar-snap peas over me, the recliner, the Ottoman and the carpet! And, there were signs of my nocturnal nibbling in the hour-or-so I was in the land of Nod.Tsk!

I had a cleaning up session. No way could I remember opening the bag of misshaped chocolate brazil nuts? Naughty Inchcock!

I checked on what was on the TV, and once again the same selection of good stuff was showing. Law & Order, the A-Team, Animal Help and two episodes of Hustle. I got half-way through Law & Order before nodding-off. Woke and moved channels to see the A-Team, that lasted about five minutes and I drifted off again. Slept right through the Animal Help, changed to circuit 60 and slept through after watching the first few minutes of Hustle. Waking when the finishing titles were coming on the screen for the second episode. Fell asleep again before I could turn off the TV set.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Thursday 1st March 2018: Got rather soaked in the snow and slush, today

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Thursday 1st March 2018

0100hrs: I woke full of insuisiance, and lay there for a few moments in almost bliss, in unconcerned heaven… then the brain stirred and joined the physical body. A battle ensued with all the concerns, fears and worries fighting for dominance.

Without hesitation, I disentangled the blubber and limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner.

Off to the kitchen despite a little Dizzy Dennis visit, and checked on the weather, in which I had to venture out in later, to get to the blood test at the surgery.

If the snow and ice do not suddenly clear, I could not imagine any buses would be available later. And the snow was still falling gently and thinly as I took these photos.

The gravel footpath up the hill could not be seen. So that seemed to bar my walking that way. The roadway below looked lethal for walking on, but it did seem the lesser of the dangers to me. I’ll have to go that way, drop the nibbles off at the Obergruppenfureress Wardens shed for the Social that I’ll miss again. Drop off the sourdough bread and continue to the end of Chestnut Walk and right down the Winchester Street Hill in Sherwood, then up and down the hills into Carrington and to the surgery.

Another point, will the Morrison Van be able to get up the hill to deliver the comestibles? See how easy it is for the old brain to get concerned, confused and fretting away! Hehe!

I did the Health Checks. Nowt to fret about methinks. Took the medications.

No treating of Harold’s Haemorrhoids or Little Inches fungal lesion done, I’ll tend to this when I get the ablutions done later.

Virgin Media Down Again! Did a status check – Guess what came up. No indication of the internet was not working, and, the fix estimate seems a bit long. 28 March?

Faffled about ending up resetting Virgin box, back on but another hour lost and it is very slow again.

Got as far as this, and went to update the yesterday diary.

The Morrison man had battled through the weather and arrived.

 Whatta Plonka! Guess what this idiot ordered (Lamb Hot Pot) and not what he got. Not easily spotted at first. I didn’t notice until I was actually reaching to put it in the cupboard. It’s flipping Dog Food!!! I’ve placed in the bag to take for someone with a dog. The nurse or receptionists are bound to have one, surely. Tsk!

I thought at £2.20 a tin, it must be the best, that’s why I bought it. Expected it to be prepared in some country barn somewhere with love and secret ingredients and spices of Olde England.

What an absolute pillock! Class 1 Grade A with Honours!

I got waste bags ready to take to the disposal chute. The now was now getting much worse. The flakes seemed to be going up and down at the same time. The edging on the windows had also been invaded as the white chips build up. I’m not looking forward to going out at all!

But, out I must go. I’ll take the black bags now.

Boy, what a state the lift area was in. As I opened the door, ice and snow along with a bitterly cold wind were pouring in from the holes left by the workers in the vents and outer walls!

Got the ablutions and ailment treating done. Then got wrapped up well and made sure all the things were in the bag.

I left the apartment earlier than ever, cause it ain’t gonna be pleasant and may take a long time to get through the weather into Sherwood then Carrington. This proved the case when I got outside. Haha!

My feet disappeared into the snow, and I had to remove them and try to shake off as much of the white stuff that I could, to try and not get too wet. But, it was already too late!

I was unsure whether to walk on the hard bits, that offered the threat of my slipping over, or try to find some shallow snow to hobble over.

No workmen in sight this morning, and who can blame them. Saw no lorries coming in or going out either.

I cautiously made my way to the Obergruppenfureress Wardens Social Hut. I was pleased to see Jenny there. We had a chinwag, and kindly took charge of my box of nibbles, and I put the chips in their freezer and told Warden Julie. Welsh Bill was feeling better for sure, he was moaning away. Haha!

I said my cheery farewells, and without any fear or concern, I gallantly set off out on the walk to the surgery. (Okay, shaking like a leaf then!)

I’d only gone about 30 yards or so. When it happened, a near Accifauxpa. I was in the deeper snow and soon found out there was ice underneath it! Although I didn’t go over, although I still don’t know how I didn’t. This caused Hernia Harold to kick off giving me grief for hours. Humph! Undaunted (Scared Stiff is perhaps a better way to describe it), I pressed on.

Luckily, this part of Winchester Street pavement had been little walked on, so was more comfortable to manoeuvre through. I felt a little sorry for the owners of these vehicles. A smattering of window clearing would be needed later when they are necessitated to use their transport.

Further down the footpath, it was more exposed to the bitter winds. There was a lot of traffic up and down the hill, and I got the camera out to take a shot of it… and suddenly there was no cars, lorries, buses or any vehicles whatever? Put the camera away, and back they came!

Getting onto Mansfield Road, turning left up to the incline towards Carrington, and the risks changed. Here is all mud or snow with ice below.

Not many folks around here either.

I pressed on.

I called in the Continental Food Store and treated myself to four slices of their rolled cooked belly pork with garlic and herbs added when made. No customers in the store at all, apart from me. This weather is doing nowt for their trade either! Paid the lady, and out into the snow and slush.

Up and over the crest of the hill.

It was like a ghost road. It was eerie making and sparse of life. Giving a sense of ethereality.

Over the brow and just voided another Whoopsiesangleplop.

Crossing this side-road, twice I early slipped over, but I regained my balance. This would be the balance of the body, of course. I lost the balance of my brain thanks to Virgin Media, several days ago.

Heroically, I continued on the hobble and arrived at the surgery.

Where I found only two patients inside. Now, this had never been known before. Usually, there are packed out, often no seats available, and everyone is uptight and under pressure. Today, as I so early, I expected a decent wait, but no. The Obergruppenfurhreress Nurse Ann told me to take a seat, I was spoilt for choice. Hehe! I got out the crossword book, and two minutes later she came to fetch me in! No commands to ‘Sit!’ either? I was worried about this change in approach. Her being almost, on the verge of being sociable, encouraged me to ask if she had a dog. And she did. So I gave her the £2.20 tin of dog food, I’d bought in error. This cheered her further. Apparently, about eighty cancellations of appointments had been received this morning between the two doctors and nurses on duty, and she was impressed with my efforts to get there. Oh, yes!

I dropped the bag of nibbles on the reception desk as I left. One patient in there, no receptionists, mind. Haha!

Out over the road and I called at the Lidl shop on the way to the bus stop. Where I was sensible and bought only two cobs and a packet of sugar snap peas. They had some Nougat with pistachio nuts on sale, and I did weaken and get one. Remembering afterwards I have a package of ones with cherry that Tracey (Bless Her) had treated me to in the fridge as well. My mind and memory! Tsk!

Paid my dues and out to catch a bus back to Sherwood and catch an L9 one up to the flats.

Getting off in Sherwood, the snow was already mushy and dirty. As I went over the road to get a fresh cream cake, the snow started falling again.

Roy was getting on a City-bound bus, and he informed me that the L9 was not running today, due to the weather. Oh, dear! The 40 bus was, though, as Welsh Bill told me when he arrived at the shelter. A man and woman from the flats got on along with Bill and me. Getting off on Winchester Street, we four started to walk up towards Chestnut Walk. They all left me as if I was standing, I could not keep up with their rate if knots at all.

The snowing had stopped, but there was plenty still laying on the floor that needs careful attention as I hobble, all lonely on my way to the flats. Hehehe!

Where the other tenants I came up with on the 40 bus were, I knew not. By gum, they were quick and fit!

As I got in the foyer door, I could hear an odd droning-like noise. I never did work out what it was. Obviously there were no workers on the hoists, or anywhere for that matter. I imagine the poor souls had either not turned up of had been sent home. There were a few yardmen in the compound.

The lift was in a right state when I got in it. All no doubt due to folk in that same position as I was; Soaking wet!

Got up an indoors, had a wee-wee. Got the Health Checks done. Put the oven on to heat up ready for the massive Beef Hot-Pot meal I had delivered earlier.

Changed my clothes into the night attire selection.

Got the computer on and updated this blog. This took a couple of hours or so.

Got the hot-pot in the oven.

Medications and last health Checks

Checked if anything was worth watching later on the TV. Again there was an excellent choice of my favourite oldies to choose from, A-Team, Minder, Heartbeat and to end with, two episodes of Hustle

Got the Morrison-Made Mammoth meal sorted. I hardly dented the hot-pot, for it was tasteless, bland and watery. The apple slices were okay. As was the cream cake.

The snow had reduced to the odd spots occasionally.

Had a wee-wee and got myself settled down early in the £300 second-hand recliner, and got the goggle-box on. Fell asleep in seconds of leaning back. Woke half-an-hour or so later.

Off for a wee-wee.

Went into the kitchen to get a mug of Clementine Juice, and Oh, dearie me! Somehow I’d left the two hobs turned on, thank heavens on a low setting. I now have another of the new saucepans burnt beyond salvation. Annoyed with my stupidity, I grumblingly cleaned the stove best I could and dished the pan.

Cold from getting soaked, shivering a bit for some reason, I returned to the recliner in low spirits. I watched the end of Minder and started to watch Heartbeat; all in between mini-seconds-long nod-offs. I remember thinking that a damn sore throat is returning again, not surprising indeed. Sneezing and that was all, the bliss of sleep came quickly. Meaning I missed both of the Hustle episodes altogether.

Anyone out there wants to buy a TV set?

Inchcock Today – Inchcock Today – Wednesday 28th February 2018

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Wednesday 28th February 2018

Georgian: ოთხშაბათი 28 თებერვალი 2018

0230hrs: Stirred, agitated the brain and wondered if Virgin Media would be working this morning. I found the subject infandous, and dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and went into the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications.

But had to divert hastily to the Porcelain Throne. What a messy session. Removing the PPs caused the dried blood on Little Inchies lesion to flow, and after the Trotsky affected movement, I had a lot of ensanguined items, including myself to clean-up. At the back of my mind, concern for being able to get on the Virgin Media internet today lingered.

Back to the kitchen and did the Health Checks.

Opened the window to let in the icy-cold breeze and have a look at the weather. The sky really was beautiful.

The pavements below looked a bit dodgy for walking on, with more snow and ice forecast for tomorrow. The temperature outside was -2°c. I was glad I could stay indoors today. With being let down my Virgin Media internet again, if it is working today, I shall spend my time catching up on Facebook, WordPress Reader, Email, comments etc. As I say, if it allows me to. I strayed off course there. Hehe!

I nearly missed taking the medications with all the mind games the brain was playing with me.

The big test; I got the computer booted. It seems to be working, but very slowly. When I downloaded the photos above, it took so long, I nearly fell asleep again.

Anyway, at least it has not gone off yet. I got this post done up to here and then updated Tuesday’s diary. Although this took some time, it was still three hours spent on it (Languid). Compared with eleven hours yesterday. Thanks, to the callous, heartless, unsympathetic, aloof, blasé, disinterested, incapable, impervious, nonchalant, unconcerned, inconsiderate, impersonal, undiplomatic, shameless, negligent, avaricious, grasping, pitiless, unfeeling filthy rich bullies at Liberty Global-Virgin Media with their multi-billionaire leader who cannot supply what they promise, nor even accept they are in the wrong! But this doesn’t bother me!

Things are not right with the internet yet. Pinterest would not work at all. Nothing on the page when opened, wouldn’t allow me to add via the web page either, just keeps telling me nothing found to import?

Tried to get the WordPress comments to reply to, very slow, but I managed. I fear another terrible web day. Sob!

Can’t get into WordPress Reader at all now, pages either blank or warped. Oh, dear!

Nope, it’s gone down again! Nothing at all now! Grumph!

Tried Facebook, WordPress, Email; all unavailable.

Disheartening again. Unplugged the Virgin box and started it back after a few minutes. Ten minutes later and only half of the blue lights had lit up. I think I’ve lost it again, just three on now, and they are flashing and not steady.

I went on to CorelDraw and completed a graphic-joke I had started, for use as a page header. Got it finished and filed away.

Here we go, trying FireFox now. Looking okay, I’ll see how the WordPress Reader goes. Still very slow and nervous-making. Nope, no Reader showing. I worked it on Chrome. I got on this time. It’s been that long since I could get access, it took over an hour to read them, but there was good stuff on there today.

Got the mushroom sliced and green beans in the slow-cooker on low for later. Seasoned with a drop of Maggi and onion salt.

Did the Health Checks and medications were taken.

Looking dodgy out there. I’m a bit concerned about how I will get to the surgery for the blood-test if things stay like this until the morning. Needless to say, not many residents out and about.

Then tried the task of catching up on Facebooking. Started with fingers crossed that the Virgin Media would let me this time, with adding the photographs to various albums. Now I’m sent to sign on to an account with WordPress when I try to get on it in Chrome? Back to Firefox.

The frustrations with the internet made me close it down and give up.

Two letters arrived through the door. One from the bank and one from the Nottingham City Homes. The bank informed me that the savings account was not of sufficient balance to warrant the interest and has been cancelled and moved to another account with a massive 0.20% gross/AER Variable rate. I need take no action. Oh?

The Council letter informed me of changes to the new flat rent, Service charges and Support charges. I’m not unhappy with this, just feel lucky to be here.

Got the fodder served up.

Open wholemeal thins bread sarnies of cheese and tomato, thick chips, the mushroom and green beans, cheesy seaweed crunchies and some slices of the pork pie from Aldi Lip-smackingly-good!) Followed with two iced-lemon sponges.

Oh, and the lemon mousse and large mug of clementine juice.

Certain contentment came over me, so much did I like this feast. Of course, when I tried to open the Virgin Media Internet and could not again, the frustration and angst replaced the contentment! I put the pots to soak in the bowl and refilled the mug with more clementine juice.

Health Checks, medications then are taken and I settled in the recliner.

The weather looked more threatening now. The snowflakes were much more significant and had settled on the kitchen window frame, leaking in through the cracks and ill-fitting sides.

Genuinely concerned about how I will get to the blood test in the morning.

I decided to do nothing but watch the TV after perusing the magazine and finding that tonight there was tons of stuff on that I fancied watching for me to fail to stay awake to view.

I did better than usual. The programmes to watch here, the red bits are where I nodded off. Hehe!

Plenty of dreams when I did nod-off, but no actual memories. Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Tuesday 27th February 2018: More Virgin Media Outages than ever before! Took me over nine-hours to get this post written up to 1200hrs. Then it got worse!!

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Tuesday 27th February 2018

Galician: Martes 27 de Febreiro de 2018

0030hrs: Woke with a resounding uplift in spirits, after nearly seven hours of sleep, I cannot recall waking more than once, either. Something wrong here, I felt, me sleeping for seven hours? Despite the dreams filling this time, I felt almost joyful. (Unless these were due to whatever it was I’d be dreaming about?).

No dysania or hesitating, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to make a brew, and then needed the Porcelain Throne, worryingly without much-advanced warning either. But I got there in time, another messy job, but I’ve had far worse. Found myself singing. Scary!

This feeling that I had woken up a different person again bothered me a little. My EQ told me that the lochetic lousy-luck must soon attack. For there was no reason, that I knew of, for me to feel so buoyant. Nothing had changed from last night, and yet here I was, seeing the cup half-full instead of half-empty. None of the ailments was in a bad mood, the sore throat had eased considerably, even Harold’s Haemorrhoids had calmed down! This was not right – perhaps I was still asleep and dreaming?

I knew this was not so when I stubbed my toe on the bin in the kitchen when I returned there to collect my now not-so-hot mug of tea. Still, this did not concern me? Why the optimism? When would the devil-bad-luck strike again? I just knew he was due. Why was I thinking like this?

Memories flowed so smoothly from yesterday’s outing, I made way to the desk, to get these thoughts down quickly before I forgot them.

Got the computer on, and the damn thing was not letting me load photos again! Turned all off and rebooted, hoping for the best.

Server not found message came up! Then: There is no internet connection! I pushed the reset button on Virgin box – Flashing orange, no go again. No internet connection. Turned everything off, tried again – No internet connection!

Of course, by now, I’d lost all the memories I wanted to use in Monday’s diary.

I turned everything off and tried the reset button again. Went to make another brew and did the Health Checks and took the medications. The sphygmomanometer took four attempts to get it to work. I’ll have to get a new one soon, I reckon. Sys and pulse still very low compared to the last few weeks.

Back to the computer and tried once again to get onto the web. No luck first time then turned off and back on, and great! Back on! Going slow mind. Thank you so much, Mr Branson (Worth $5.8 billion) for allowing this pensioner (Worth £299 – funeral already paid for) to keep paying your ever-increasing costs to use your ever outage-ridden internet!

I did a TrustPilot review on them. Don’t suppose it will lessen their current one-star rating, though.

Oh, dearie me. I think I’ve made a right cock-up over the next Warfarin blood test. No date in the written or on the Google computer diaries. It is due tomorrow too! No, I’m confused again, it’sThursday I think. Oh, Dangwangle! I’ll have to ask Warden Deana or Julie to phone them for me to see if I have got an appointment or not. Otherwise, it will mean a hobble to the City Hospital haematology department and long queues. But it is my own fault. I did get a phone call with the results, but they did not make me an appointment as they have done for the previous two weeks, or rather, I cannot remember them doing so, which is so helpful. All this happened while was at the height of my intense cold sufferings – but that is just an excuse of course.

 Started this blog going up to here. Gone 0500hrs already. Tsk! Then I began to update yesterdays.

Another series of mini-outages from Virgin Media. Is there any supplier who can do the job they overcharge for, out there anywhere? It’s as big a con as politicians, insurance salesmen, used car sellers and the utility companies. Bigger perhaps?

Eventually, I’d spent so long struggling to get this update done, I had to stop. Having not got any of the usual stuff done, like WordPress Reader, Comments, Facebooking and Email checking!

Got the ablutions done and did the midday checks hours before time, just to fit them in and still stay awake long enough to get caught up with the other stuff that the fantastic Virgin Media prevented me from doing!

I’ve just had a thought (I occasionally do you know, Hehe!) Does he still own Virgin or has he sold it? I think it is now owned by Liberty Global, a company with more accumulated invested cash than our Government, and a multi-billionaire chairman. So I apologise grovellingly to Sir Branson.

Set out to go to the hut to ask for help with phoning the surgery and catching the bus up to Mapperley top to go to the Aldi Store. Dropped the black backs down the chute and into the lift down to the ground floor. Where, as luck would have it, I met Obergruppenfurhereress Warden Deana as I got out of the elevator. She kindly phoned the surgery for me and confirmed the blood test is t 1040hrs on Thursday. I thanked her appreciatively and made my way out to the Social Hut to keep warm until the bus arrives.

Took this snap on the left, of the new flat building progress. The builders have already fitted the ready wall sections to one more floor and started on the roof, I think.

Got in the hut, expecting to be greeted by Welsh Bill’s sarcasm and wit, but none came. I was a bit concerned that the lad might not be feeling as good healthwise again. But he was in good form and sounded well. Had a pleasant enough chinwag between Cindy, Bill, Roy, John and a lady I don’t know the name of. (If the truth known, I’ve probably got the other names mixed up, Tsk!)

Out to the bus stop as it arrived. I dropped off at the top of Sherwood Vale and made my way to the Aldi store. Where someone had left their car parked right next to the pedestrian crossing. But, at least they had their hazard warning lights on. Huh!

I got into the store and started to buy the comestibles I needed (And some I didn’t. Tsk!)

I ended up with, Chunky Chips, Lemon yoghourts, sliced mushrooms, a pork pie, vine tomatoes, frikadellens, bread thins, beef Hotpots and a mushroom pate. Paid for them and out, on the walk along Woodborough Road.
Attempting to add the photo of Wells Road on here and the Virgin Media internet went off again!

Really wee’d off again now. So I got the sliced mushrooms and peas in the slow cooker and tried to download the picture again. Still, the net would not let me save view or do anything with this site! If I lose everything, I will go potty for sure!

Still down, can’t view, save or import anything again!

I’m giving up. Hello, it let me save! I’ll try to import photos again. Well, after eight attempts it let me get one more on. Talking of Moron – that’s the like of me for putting up with this rubbish service!

At last, I got the photo of Wells Road in. I could see the snow showers and flurries in the distance, the seemed to like Virgin Media Outages, unstoppable!

I plodded on and turned right into the infamous for us old folks to walk up, Winchester Street Hill.

Also, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were all in a good mood. And the throat and Duodenal Donald were no bother at all. Of course, I wish I could say the same for Haemorrhoid Harold. Although things had eased off since using the cream.

The odd few bits of snow fell now and then.

Down the hill and into Chestnut Walk.

I could see in the distance, one of the delivery lorries waiting for his turn to drop something off at the builders compound.

It looked as I got closer as if they were purpose-built blocks of flat walls and sections. To build the new block in a similar way to the two other ones made earlier, in 1964 it was I think.

That will be the reason for the high rise crane, to lift and drop the section, walls etc. into position. But, bear in mind, I have no idea what I’m talking about. Hehe!

When I got around the bend, I thought I’d take a picture of the Obergruppenfureress Wardens and Socialising shed. To show you all how there is a door at each end. So when sheltering from the weather before going for the L9 transport, it is easy to check if the bus has arrived or not. They look after us you know, oh, yes. Bless em!

Unfortunately, this chap didn’t seem too happy with me. I think the gentleman thought I was photographing him, which I was, but not intentionally. Sorry, chap!

I pressed on to my beloved Winchester Court and up to the apartment into the wet room for a wee-wee. Glad to report these have lessened a bit today, after yesterdays countless visits. Haha!

In the elevator going up to the flat, I espied another beetle lurking. Also, found tiny black flies near the foyer, and in my kitchen? I assume they have been disturbed by the building work?

Went into the kitchen and started to get the mushrooms and peas cooking in the crock-pot. Stopped to take these photographs, about 10 seconds apart from each other. The weather is so changeable today.

Like Virgin Media Internet, you have no idea what it’s going to do.

Grumph!

Made a start, stutteringly and between Virgin Media outages to get this updated. Not easy and very frustrating. So annoying. I cannot put up with doing this again. If things don’t improve, I will not be able to get on Facebook at all. I reckon I’ve spent 14 hours getting this post done, and it ain’t finished yet. Talk about hard work!

The snow came a little heavier for a minute or two. But it cleared in a few more minutes.

Went to check on the crock-pot and put the oven to warm ready for the chips to go in later on.

Well what do you think happened next?

Yes, you’re right.

After it supposedly came back again, I can’t even get into the emails, won’t load.

Frustrated and annoyed, and now Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald are starting to kick off.

The snow had stopped falling and it brightened up a lot outside. The clouds looked beautiful, but a little on the turbulant side, I thought.

I went to do the Health Checks and take the medications. I took extra antacid and painkillers, beginning to suffer now. Shame!

Hello, the snows back.

I was proud of the building workers as I saw them working away despite the terrible weather. Or where they putting their machines away? Hehe!

I got back to the computer. And found a graph of Virgin Medias current state of outages in the UK.

Not good is it? Still it was letting me download photographs again. Slowly, fair enough.

I read comments left on this site, from those others poor souls being affected by Virgin Media. Only one of the three hundred comments about Virgin Media performance today that were posted, offered a positive viewpoint. And that was from America?

Checked the crock-pot again, and got the chips in the oven, set the timer.

Despite all the angst over not being able to do anything to restore the balance against Virgin Media, aka the delict, philargyristic, plutomania-driven, contumelious, esurient, ingordigious, insuisiance-ridden members of the Liberty Global Mafia, like assassinate their chairman or blow-up one of their HQ buildings, or have all of the members of their board hung, drawn and quartered: No even better, When they meet for a meal, get the chef to leave the  tetrodotoxin in the puffer-fish and put Arsenic their champagne – I found I had an appetite again.

The intercom phone burst into life. Hello, I thought, is this the men in white coats come to collect me? But no, it was a chap from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance who said he had come to inspect some floor tiles. I pressed the flyer door release numbers and waited his arrival. The only floor tiles I have are in the kitchen, and the holes left in them by the blokes fitting the radiator and placing it too close to the cupboard so I could not open the door or drawer. I felt so glad the ywere going to repair it for me, a warm glow of appreciation came over me. The man arrived and told my he had to look at tiles that were a danger to tripping over, in the hallway? He was the typical Nottingham City Homes employee. Talking to me and his eyes were flashing around the flat at everything. I considered asking him for his ID, but chicken-heartedly, I didn’t. Seemed a decent enough sort of bloke. We both agreed, that as I did not have any tiles in the hallway, a communicational-cock-up must have occurred with the flat number. He said he’d go and ring his control, and departed. Why he did not ring from inside the flat, I don’t know. For they all have mobile phones supplied. I felt a little uncomfortable after he’d gone, of course I heard nothing back from him.

I thought I’d take a look out of the kitchen window to satisfy myself that he was genuine. This was when I banged my knee against the new radiator as I went to lean out of the window, and knocked the flask, kitchen rolls, tray of fruit and camera stand off of the ledge when the knee gave-way, banging my elbow at the same time. The first time in weeks that the knee has done this, and it had to be at that exact moment. Humph! Hehe!

Got myself settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and watched some TV. I think the being up-tight about the Virgin Media failures cocking everything up all day, was part of the cause of my not falling asleep as I usually do.

I waded through two episodes of New Tricks and one of the A-Team.

I did the Health Checks and medicationalisationing, got a mug of orange juice and returned to the chair. Just in time to enjoy two concurrent episodes of Hustle… fell asleep at the first advertisement break.

Inchcock Today – Monday 26th February 2018: Snow good today. Hehehe!

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Monday 26th February 2018

Frisian: Tiisdei 27 Febrewaris 2018

0230hrs: Woke up coughing, and gave off a sneeze that Mount Vesuvius would have been proud of. Hehehe! I lay a while, Harold’s Hemorrhoids, the Fungal Lesion and Duodenal Donald all giving me some hassle. I bet they get worse when it comes to my moving. Tsk! On the bright side, Hippy Hilda, Reflux Roger. Hernia Harry and Anne Gyna were taking a break.

As I extricated my limbs from the £300 second-hand recliner and the could feel the blood flowing from both front and rear problem areas the moment I moved my ambulocetus-like wobbly body. Straight to the Porcelain Throne room to investigate.

Gawed, it was dang cold in there, shivering and shaking, I’ll be glad when the windows get put in the flat, to block the draughts and the cladding is put up. I put the wall heater on (At least this will please the power company) and removed the jammies and Protection Pants. Utilised the Throne. The session was not bad. The bleeding from Little Inchy and Harold’s Haemorrhoids was not as free-flowing as I had feared, and was relatively easy to clean up. The sharp stinging pains from the piles were the primary ailment to worry about.

No HT cream left! I imagined with me doing an excessive amount of sitting down and not getting outside for exercise over the weekend, is the cause of this dilemma. My sore throat seemed less so as well.

Cleaned everything up.

Another ‘catching me off guard’ sneeze as I left the wet room, must have been heard many floors away, it certainly brought on a headache and started the piles hurting! Oh dear! If I wore false teeth, I’m sure they would have flown out! Haha! I went to the kitchen.

Got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks and got the medications taken. The sys was the lowest its ever been?

I pondered at this stage; Should I go out or not today?

The forecast is showers of rain and sleet possible, a max of 1°c forecast. Am I up to it yet, with this cold and unwell? I decided that I would go out.

I felt that if I didn’t, after days of enforced imprisonment (Hehe!), I need to get out and take some photographicalisations. Anyway, I need to get some HT cream and TCP, to counter Haemorrhoid Harold and the sore throat. Maybe a little walk into Sherwood? I was undecided where to go, but sure (As I could be, not saying a lot I know) that I must get out. The new coat is snug-as-a-bug, and the imitation fur hat could be used. Got the brolly. I hoped I had not made the wrong decision. After all, I do feel a bit easier this morning, the throat has eased off a bit? I know I’m known for my dilly-dallying, tentativeness, ambivalence and indecisiveness. Oh, and lack of confidence in making choices.

Got Excel opened and made last weeks Health Check listing.

Made a start on this diary, then updated yesterdays and got it finished and sent off.

Found a few pictures to use in making graphics for header tops. Had several wee-wees during this work. Oh dearie me!

Made a mug of tea, and had a little while on YouTube.

0715hrs: Herbert started his knocking about early today. Took the hearing aids out, hope there isn’t any alarms sounding.

The ablutions were tended to. After which I made sure that I was well wrapped-up to counter the icy looking snow outside.

I met Olive as I was taking the sorted black bags to the refuse chute. So lovely to see her looking so well and carrying her usual attractive air of being in charge, superior and radiant. Not many lasses would dress so well to do their laundry. Apart from perhaps Jenny, who also manages to look radiant always, whatever she is doing. So does Cindy. I’m sorry I mentioned this.

Dropped the bags off and returned to the flat to do a check that I’d got everything needed, and not left anything on or off that are necessary to be the opposite. Lost that a bit there, sorry. Lights, stove, windows, taps (faucets), hearing aids, mobile and camera in the jacket pocket, fridge and freezer doors closed… I would have consulted my list I made for this task but could not find it.

Imitation Finland-like hat on, (Very warm! – not big enough, but it’ll do for me in this weather) Fingerless gloves. Times like this that I feel lucky to be wearing the Protection Pants, they do keep one warm, Ha-ha!

I was surprised to see the snow had fallen, but from inside it looked terrific.

I took a photo of the car park below and one of the houses opposite.

Well wrapped up and out into the icy-cold to the Warden’s shed.

No taking of any pictures on the route, because manoeuvring along the snow and ice made hobbling-safely my main aim to concentrate on. Got into the hut without any Whoopsiedangleplops of any kind.

This gave Welsh Bill the opportunity to show his sarcasm and wit.

A rather dryly spoken; “Hello Russia!” from Bill followed with a loud roar that made the others laugh, the instant he saw my stupid looking but, oh so warm hat. I like William’s humour. He looked even better than he did on Friday, so his recovery seemed to be ongoing, I’m glad to say. We were joined by a few others, all coming in to shelter against the bitter cold. The smokers braved the weather outside so they could have a drag. Bill went out to join them but came back in seconds later, shivering and saying it was too cold to go out there just for a puff.

The buses, City and Bestwood bound ones arrived, and I joined the others at the end of the queue. I had a little natter with Cindy, she was going on a visit to see her son. As she got off, I wished her a happy time.

The first thing that caught my ‘camera-eye’ was the pigeons on the ledges and tops of the Victoria Centre (Mall). Reminiscent of Hitchcock’s ‘The birds’, I thought Hehe!

I took this shot and then popped into the Wilko store in search of the medications to counter my persistent sore throat.

By the time I’d gone potty shopping and had got to the checkout and faced a bill for £27.80, I wondered what the heck I had done! Looking at the receipt I realised amongst the washing accoutrement stuff, I’d bought Ginkgo tablets £1.20, Germoloids, a tiny little tube for £3.50, Nasal decongestant £1.50, TCP liquid £3.50, blood cleaner £4.89 and realised why the cost was so high! Tsk! Shopaholic or what! I need help! Haha!

I called in the Poundland store to see if they had any pork pies in, knowing they would not have.

Came out and saw the new gigantic sign across the road.

There was no missing it.

Walked down Clumber Street, taking this picture of the affable, breezy, devil-may-care, easygoing, laid-back, polite, caring, gentle Nottinghamians as they cheerily made their way to the next store to shoplift from, or in search of their next mugging victim or to trip over a rough sleeper begging.

The kids would be playing the new game popular nowadays; Spot-a-Policeman.

I carried on to High Street and walked through the Council House Shopping Arcade. You can see all the mass of shoppers and closed units how popular it is. This delightful old area is not used much by Nottinghamians now. Good job the shops have doors on the outside too.

I exited and made my way through the Slab Square, and foolishly to the other pound shop to see if they had any Pork Farms pies in stock. But no, their fridges, like the ones at the other store, have been filled with bottles of pop for sale. The thought of the end of Pork Farms Pork Pies brought down my spirits. Also, I spend more than intended there as well. I got some wholemeal rolls, chocolate brazils, chocolate almonds and caramelised biscuits in a pack containing seven packets of two.

For some reason, although I had not walked much, the plate-of-meat started to sing. I decided to make my way back as the snow began to fall again.

To Queen Street via the slab square once more, not a police officer in sight, there were a few street sleepers in the doorways of closed retail premises, some people with pit bulls and tattoos and a Big Issue seller who deserved the hand out I gave him for his persistence in the bad weather.

At this stage, it being tomorrow morning while I’m updating this twollop, Virgin went down again! Grrr, Third Time!

Walking up Queen Street to the L9 bus stop and popped my head and camera over the railings so I could offer you this picture of some Nottingham Street Art.

The Council claim that Nottingham is the Queen of the Midlands, you know. It makes one wonder.

As I arrived at the shelter, the snow got severe, but only for a couple of minutes. Luckily I took the opportunity to make these shots. In the last one, the L9 bus was arriving, and I had to rush a bit to catch it. Tsk!

As the bus made its way along Upper Parliament Street, I wedged the camera against the window and took some shots as we progressed along.

Cindy from the flats got on at a later stop.

Glad to report that she’d had a grand time visiting her family, and offered me a tale about her 2-year-old granddaughter that made me laugh out loud.

This cheered me up a bit again.

Back at the flats and I took a picture of the sky as the bus turned right into Chestnut Walk.

I thought it came out rather good considering.

Oh, dear, problems with Branson’s Virgin Internet yet again.

Getting fed-up with this now!

Tsk!

This is photographicalisation from the bus window. To the stop and off of the bus and to the apartments in haste, due to the requirements for a wee-wee becoming urgent!

Made it, cleaned up, but a little late. Changed PPs and did the Health Checks.

Went to get the noshing sorted and cooking.

I was surprised at there was more snow in the City Centre than up here on the hill. I’d have expected things to be the opposite way around?

It had nearly all cleared at the flats, but the ice was forming on the windows already, enough to make me worry about tomorrow.

I heated the beef and potato hot-pot and added a beef pastie slice to the tray ten minutes later, hoping they would both be cooked at the same time.

Not too bad a result. Very tasty, not perfect by any means, but a worthy 8/10 rating was given to this effort.

Got the last Health Checks done and medications taken. The Germoloid cream made me jump a bit. Hehehe!

Changed into night attire and settled down to watch some New Tricks on DVD. I soon drifted off, though, very early on.

I suppose I must have needed it.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 25th February 2018: Fed-up! Hehe!

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Sunday 25th February 2018

French: Dimanche 25 février 2018

0200hrs: The head felt like it would explode, innards grumbling and rumbling. Feeling like I have had no sleep at all. Dizzy Dennis seems to have settled in with me permanently. Tsk! I’d been waking every few minutes and having to go for a wee-wee for hours and hours, all night. Earlier, I had a nauseous spell or two. Never have I wee-wee’d so much.

I was determined, not to let myself get morose, dolorous or irritable about things like I did yesterday. I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.

Made a start on this blog, then finished off yesterdays.

I think I’m going to opt here. One hell of a sore throat now. The throat problem seemed, to come over me instantly? Shivering now! Despite having the woolly hat and dressing gown on.

I did some commenting on WordPress and Reader.

Had a search for suitable funnies to use for the page headers.

Made three up ready, but it took me many hours, as was making mistakes all the time, nipping off for wee-wees and felt so tired. I thought I had some TCP in stock.THen, I could have had a gargle of TCP for the throat, but failed to find any? After I got the TFZ page headers done, I had another look around for it. Searched in everyplace I think, but no luck.

The flat was looking terribly untidy, but I was energyless. Is that a real word?

Another wee-wee and put the kettle on to make a brew in the small mug. Going to have a look at the football results later.

Went to the kitchen to make the tea – and I’d left the hot water tap (Faucet) running earlier! Can’t have a shower now then, until it heats up again. Although, I think that Jenny told me the shower heater is not affected by the boiler. Of course, I might be wrong.

Listless, I viewed the footy results. It would be a Sunday when the throat comes on bad. Tsk! Chemist not open and no buses.

Noisy Herbert has been busy knocking clanging and dropping stuff again.

Did the midday checks and medicationalisationing.

I’m not feeling the slightest bit like eating yet. Perhaps later,  I might use the last of the crustless wholemeal bread to make a few anchovies, cheese and tomato sarnies? Maybe not, with how I feel at this moment.

Poor old sausage. Hehe!

Mate Michael rang the intercom, bless him. Smashing to see him. He’s brought some PPs for me again. He could not stay, but it was a pleasure to see him again, and much appreciated.

Perked me up this short visit did. I turned the oven on to heat it up.

Went for a wee-wee, and noticed I’d suffered a nose-bleed. Must have been a while back, cause it was dark red and dried. A right mess all over my nose moustache and chin. Looked down and found blood on the top shirt as well!

Took a photo of the tree copse. If Michael had not called, I would have still been in a depressed sorry-for-myself mood. Signs of life in the Copse were showing through now. I hope to be up to having a walk through and chatting to the old trees again soon. (Don’t laugh… Hehehe!)

Did the Health Checks and the ablutions. Blimey, it was cold in that wet room. Harold’s Haemorrhoid was in a right poor state, and much bleeding and Ooing and Aring took place during the medicationalising treatment of the same. (Argh!) Into new PPs and clean jammies and off to the kitchen to make the meal.

Got a handful of chips in the oven to cook while I made up some bread, cheese, tomato and anchovy open sandwiches, on three slices of the Scottish Plain bread.

Disappointingly, I could only manage two of the open sandwiches. But I ate more than of the last two meals, so that was a good sign. I reckoned the lack of appetite was down to the throat ache.

Got the plate, spoon and fork in the bowl to soak, and took this photo of Sun-Down at Woodthorpe Court.

Settled to watch the good guys, The A-Team on the goggle-box. I got through the first of the three episodes with only nodding off about ten-times. Huh!

While sat there watching them, I had a dizzy spell and actually thought I might fall out of the recliner!

Then the shivers started again, I hate these. It even went through my warped mind that the Government might be funding Councils to do work on the old folk flats, with the proviso that the heating does not work correctly and they must be left with no cladding for as long as possible with all windows letting in the wind and cold. Thus, helping to save the NHS a lot of dosh when the old gits get pneumonia and kick the bucket?

At least I got to sleep a little easier tonight, but it was dream filled.

Inchcock Today – Saturday 24th February 2018: Not good.

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Saturday 24th February 2018

0115hrs: Woke up feeling so tired. I forced myself to try and get back to sleep again. It was not a very successful effort, though. The one time I managed to actually nod-off, the Strobe & Pillow fire alarm want off, (No fire) so I abandoned the plans for kipping again. Tsk! With ill-will power, I grudgingly tackled the job of extricating my massive body from the £300 second-hand recliner.

Washed the pots I’d left on the other chair from last night. The brain held nagging doubts and scepticisms about anything and everything.

Turmoil came from the innards and grey-cells, both.

Got the Health Checks done and medications taken.

The pulse seems to have had a bit of a dip over the last few checks. I’ll look up what is the optimum rate for me later. 75-128 it says, fair enough, then. Took the medications.

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Still messy. Cleaned up the blood and changed PPs.

I can’t seem to shake this feeling off. Hard to explain it; Uncomfortableness, expecting the worst, confused, nervous, excruciatingly sad and morose… any and all combined would do to describe it. A different Inchcock has woken up again, it appears?

Got the computer on and started to create this post, up to here. Then updated the Friday diary. Which took hours and hours to get done, but I thought the photos were loading a little less slowly now. No idea why?

Then went on WordPress Reader.

I made a right mess of making the comments. Extreme lack of concentration this morning. I hope they go through correctly.

I went on CorelDraw to make some headers to use later.

Got one finished off, the TFZer lads. A map of Europe with each counties drinkies shown. I posted it on the site, asking the gals, which of the drinks do they think each man would go for. Bit of fun!

Take it as read, folks, I was nipping out for a wee-wee every fifteen minutes for the rest of the day! Tsk!

Dizzy Dennis joined the blocked-nose, and then Hippy Hilda tagged along. Not feeling so good.

Got me down and watched some YouTube car videos for a bit. But concentration was at a minimum.

Made a mug of tea to try and bring me around a bit.

Billious, now, blinding headache, too. Tsk!

Got the weeks’ medication pots filled. But I made a right fiasco and performance of this simple task. I dropped several cups, put the wrong items in the wrong containers and had to redo them from the start again!

It didn’t help with recovery, with noisy Herbert above clanking away.

Not having a good day now, I’m afraid.

I got the meal prepared and was stood at the kitchen window, staring blankly out and feeling sorry for myself.

Almighty clattering noises made me jump and sprang (Well, turned slowly) around.

Two of the jugs on the top bar had fallen off and down (No idea how this occurred). They knocked down the grabber-stick and plastic saucepans and funnels off of their pegs, taking the vegetable cutting board and all falling into the bowl in the sink, where I had left stuff soaking.

I grabbed the items, finding the steak knife first. I cleaned up and rearranged the utility items.

Although I wasn’t too keen on eating, with the stomach-churning, blocked nose, Dizzy Dennis and eyes running, the main thing was I felt I was merely drained mentally and physically.

The meal should have been a decent one. But I ate very little of it.

Washed the pots and just sat in the chair, occasionally nodding off and waking with altered ailments.

Hopefully, things will improve soon.

I reckon I had dozens of wee-wees over the night! Humph!