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Inchcock – Friday 28th April 2017: Another busy day… and Whoopsiedangleplop, a potato escaped from the plate – Never to be seen again?

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Victorian Humour?

Friday 28th April 2017

Khmer (Cambodia): កាលពីថ្ងៃសុក្រទី 28 ខែមេសាឆ្នាំ 2017

Falling asleep so early last night (Mind you, I needed it), I woke around 0100hrs and drifted in and out of slumber repeatedly until 0345hrs. When a demand from the rumbling innards for me to make use of the Porcelain Throne arrived, the £300 second-hand recliner shudderingly let me out to get to the wetroom. Whoopsiedangleplop! Found I’d left the convector wall heater blasting away again!

I found that Duodenal Donald was easier this morning, Anne Gyna a bit of a hassle, Arthur Itis was being so kind to me, Roger Reflux rumbling silently and no Dennis Dizzies at all. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was bleeding plenteously internally. Cleaned up and donned a pair of the protection pants.

At one point I wondered if I was becoming algophilic. Thought about it, started the computer and looked up algophilic. How did I know this word?

Kettle on and did the Health Checks. Looking good I thought?

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Made a mug of tea and took the medications and got this days graphic done and started it up to here. Then finished yesterday’s off and posted it.

I did some WordPress reading then updated this post.

Decided I wanted to go to town today, to the fruit & veg market and try to get some pod peas and take some photographicalisations for the TFZers and this post.

Came across and watched a short documentary about Madeleine McCann.

A quick bash on Facebooking and on to getting the ablutions done. Hurridly got the bin bags into the chute and was all ready and set off out.

Nice chinwag with some other tenants while we waited for the bus. Did some cross wording en route.

5Fri09Dropped off the bus and made my way into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).

Up to the market and invested in a few Egyptian pod peas.

Wandered around and got a pair of trousers as well.

Along and down into the HMV shops for a nosey around, I didn’t buy anything, though.

Called in Tesco and got

5Fri10Out onto Mansfield Road, noticing that the American Diner that had occupied several units had now closed down.

They had put up posters for some of the other food outlets in the empty windows.

Last week there were about 90 chairs and tables in this space.

Rather sad.

5Fri11Crossed over at the end of Milton Street, into Clumber Street.N

Not so many people about as usual for a Friday I thought.

I meandered down to the rear of the Council House and looked in the windows of the tobacconists, Gauntley’s.

I still miss my pipe and baccy, even after all these years.

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I moved around the end of the road and took this photographicalisation of the ‘Little John’ bell-dome.

Apparently, it is the deepest-toned bell in the country.

Nottingham is famous for its local hero Robin Hood whose favourite Lieutenant was called Little John 5Fri12bin deference to his large stature.  It is with this connection that the bell was named ‘Little John’.  It is hung in the great dome of the Council House in Market Square in the centre of the city and weighs 10 and a half tonnes. Within this dome is also a clock which was made in 1926 by William Cope the nephew of the founders of G. & F. Cope. (clockmakers of Nottingham). He managed to combine the movement of this 5Fri12iclock to the striking of the bell from which time it has chimed on time constantly and is considered the largest most accurate electric chiming clock in the world.

Just thought I’d mention it like.

Had a limping stroll around the side streets nearby, spotting a few more closed down retail outlets on many of them.

5Fri12aThere were many buildings designed by Nottingham architect Watson Fothergill still going strong.B

I have a liking for his work and style.B

He was Christened Fothergill Watson, but he decided to change the names around to Fothergill Watson in later life.

5Fri12cThe feet were soon giving me some jip, but Duodenal Donald had eased off a lot. The extra Omeprazole and Codeine seems to have worked?

As I turned right down St Peter’s Gate at the end of Bridlesmith Gate and came across this chap trading in an old telephone box as a coffee shop.

I’ve seen this sort of thing on the 5Fri12dTV, but this is the first time I’ve come across it in real life. Amazing!

Further down the hill, there were several of Watson’s designed buildings again.

Brilliantly artistic or what?

I called into Marks & Sparks at the bottom, went into the food hall for a look see.

5Fri12eAgain, I didn’t buy anything, just nosed around.

Came out and donated to a Big Issue seller and along up through Exchange walk to the Slab Square.

You can see another one of Watson’s wonderful designs in the centre back of this photographicalisation. It was called originally, ‘Prudential House’ and the insurance 5Fri12fcompany owned it all to start with. I wonder if they are still going or have they been sold off?

I took this one of the well-wrapped-up Nottingham citizenry and the two trams on South Parade platforms, as I hobbled over the road.

Bit nippy this midday now.

Walked over the square, avoiding 5Fri12ha pavement cyclist who nearly had me over.

Tsk!

At the bottom of Queen Street King Street junction, I took the picture. The old Prudential House building on the left side. Those of Fothergill’s on the right have had some units modernised between his designed ones – looks terrible doesn’t it, all that glass between 5Fri12gthe beauty of his brickwork style buildings?

I turned while on King Street and took a photo of the Council House, and Little John’s dome showing the clock and flag.

Then I decided as the bus was not due for ages yet, I’d pop into the Primark Store to see if they had any long sleeve tea-shirts in stock. They hadn’t, but I had a wander around anyway. And yet once again… bought nothing!

Caught the L9 bus back home. Tired feet aching and stinging chronically.

5Fri12j.jpgPicked up the four letters received at the door on entry, had a wee-wee, got the kettle on, and decided to mop the kitchen floor, cause it looked a bit grotty.

Managed to catch Arthur Itis’s attack on my fingers as I took the photographicalisation when it was cleaned and done.

Noticed the letters that I’d forgotten about, so perused them.

Nottingham City Homes, British Gas and Severn Trent all confirming the new bank details for the Direct Debit. The GUM Clinic confirming my being on the procedure list and the need to continue with the check visits.

5Fri12kGot on with updating this article.

Readied the meal, while cleaning the apple divider, I learnt something that I think it prudent that I should pass on to others.

The blades are so easy to cut oneself on when drying the contraption.

End of message. Hehe!

5Fri12LDid some Facebooking.

Got a phone call, it was from the bank manageress who was not available yesterday, a Courtesy call she said. She wanted to see me Like I wanted to see her yesterday… Come on Inchy, no snide remarks, please!

She suggested next Tuesday, I asked what time, she said around 0400hrs, I said that is no good too late for me – We made arrangements for me to visit her next Friday at 1030hrs. She wants to talk over options, Direct Debits etc, and a possible investment account opening. I could smell the money signs in her eyes… No, no! Come on Inchy, no snide remarks, please!

Served up the fodder on a tray on my knees and watched some DVD.

During the process of dining, I got the dizzies and shakes for a few seconds and one potato freed itself from the fork prongs and escaped; disappearing down onto the floor via my chest, tummy, and legs. After a messy getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner, searching, removing the chair cover, moving the chair, combing the immediate area, I even got down (Which was far easier than getting back up again, Hehe!) and shone the torch underneath the £300 second-hand recliner. But all my efforts to find and retrieve the escapee tuber were fruitless!

Once again, the planned watching of the Jonathan Creek episodes proved difficult as the nodding off and waking up, the rewinding then starting the link all over again got me annoyed with myself, and I soon gave up and drifted off into sleep within seconds I think.

TTFN

Inchcock – Thursday 27 April 2017: Busiest Day of the Year!

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Thursday 27 April 2017

Arabic: الخميس 27 أبريل 2017

0300hrs: Woke, reluctantly, tried to get back to sleep, knew I’d been dreaming, but again, no memories of them. I hate that. Hehe! Gave up trying to nod off again when the urge to visit the porcelain throne appeared.

Flipping cold this morning.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and nearly went over as Dizzy Dennis caught me unawares as I dismounted. Onto the throne and Duodenal Donald kicked in and the stomach rumbling began. Thought about how I enjoyed yesterday’s Fish and Chip meal and how foolish I was to have gone for it.

Carried out the Health Checks and printed the last few day off so as to show the doctor later on.

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All those 163 to 174 Sys readings and then it goes down to 155 on the day I go to see the Doctor? Humph! The weight down a bit again too, mind you, I got onto the scales after the Porcelain Throne session.

Took the medication4Thur03s.

I threw back the curtains as it began to get lighter, and realised why it was so nippy, I’d left the window open!

Humph!

Did some WordPress reading done, made a mug of strong tea… during which I had to make a rather hasty a trip back to the porcelain… just in time! Great! The runs, on a day I’ve got to go to the surgery, chemist, back for the Social Hour, back out to the bank, then the clinic!

4Thur04Back to put the above photograph on here, and noticed some smoke in it, left of the right curtain.

Got a close-up of it from the kitchen window.

No emergency lights were showing. Looked like it was on the housing estate?

Got the paperwork for the day’s needs, Surgery, Bank and Clinic into a folder, put the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag for the Social Hour and staff. Realised I had not booked an appointment with the Doctor’s Nurse for the Tuesday INR Blood Test… Huh! I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for it then. Far too late to get an appointment for Tuesday now. Hey-ho!

Made some reminder notes to take with me to avoid forgetting to mention something to the Doctor.

Updated this twollop.

Ablutions tended to.

Remembered to gather the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop to take them with me – plan to walk up through the park, up over the hill and to the surgery.

Set out and went the wrong way, half way along Chestnut Walk, I stopped and walked back in the opposite direction, so as to go to the Nottingham Hospice shop – stopped again when I realised I’d put their stuff in the wrong bag, and went back in the original direction. I’ll bet someone was watching and thinking; Look at that fool, what’s he up to now? Hehe!

4Thur05Plenty of time to spare so I took a nice steady hobble down the hill.

Damn it, I had not got the hearing aids in!

A bit of an obstacle course on the pavement with the bins lined up for collection, but still.

Anne Gyna now amalgamated with Duodenal Dennis, and this was most annoying and persistent. Hey-ho!

4Thur06Left and up the hill on Mansfield Road and over the crest… or should that be apex or maybe the crown of the road?

The traffic was building up here in Carrington as I had to stop a few moments to let Anne Gyna calm down.

Even Roger Reflux had a go at me then.

Tsk! Not feeling well at all, yet oddly not poorly.

Does that make sense to you?

4Thur07Further down the hill as I approached the surgery, a sudden uplifting insanity came over me… no not insanity, erm, jollity!

I found Dennis had eased off quickly and I was singing to myself?

Well, maybe insanity after all. Hehe!

I got into the Surgery and consulted my list of things to remember and asked the receptionist if I had booked in for Monday or Tuesday for an INR Blood Test, she confirmed that I had, for 1020hrs. I thanked her, took my seat and got out the crossword book. Noticing as I did, some new posters on the board. It seems the senior Doctor is retiring and Dr Vinla is currently interviewing for a replacement. I thought she was off ill? Big decisions to make for her.

A locum for Dr Vinla was on duty today.

I was told to go in and the Doctor, a far Eastern Gentleman was very cross with me for forgetting the hearing aids, and when I had to ask for confirmation or misheard him, it made him angrier still. Oh dear! Got it wrong again didn’t I? But he was straight to the point. Well, in all but when I asked about and explained the depression and anxiety symptoms, which he told me we all have, and told me to leave it until Dr Vindla returned and warned me that referrals take months sometimes.

Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s hassle I mentioned. He said to double up with the Omeprazole for a few days until things calm down. I pointed out that perhaps the stocks might run low, and he said if the do ask for some more later.

4Thur10I requested some extra Codeine Phosphates and was pleased when after he’d read my statistics on the computer, he agreed to do so, because of the Morphgesic SR 30 mg Tablets being stopped in readiness for the graft operation and it should be safe to take some extra 30g Codeines, in place of them. So glad he agreed to this, bless him.

I thanked him, left his office and gave the staff some nibbles in a bag and walked (Very painfully now the feet had started singing) down the road into Carrington and the Chemist shop.

4Thur11Deepak, the chemist and owner, asked me to have a talk with him while I waited for the prescription to be filled.

I mentioned how I was feeling depressed and why. Somehow it was easier to speak with him. A really nice chap, Deepak is.

The chinwag only took a few minutes, and I collected the medications and was off hobbling to the Lidl store.

4Thur08I got only three things today, A bag of small potatoes, a small packet of Sugar-Peas and two small cheese cobs.

I paid on the serve yourself till and got rid of all my small change.

Hehehe! I later regretted this.

Out to the bus stop, (Weary legs and feet now) and got lifted up into Sherwood. Where I dropped off and called at the bank as instructed by the bank manageress last week, to talk to her about the direct debits and how I wanted things handling.

I explained all this to the lady serving, put my card and number into the machine on the counter, and she seemed to concentrate and read things on the screen for ages and ages? I began to fear that something was wrong… My IQ told me something was wrong!

Eventually, after I nearly fell asleep a few times waiting, she said that the manageress was unavailable today??? She added in a wholly disquieting, nerve-making tone, (To me anyway!) That the transfer had gone through and I could now use the new card. Conviction, was missing in her voice? Knowing my luck, I found it hard to believe that things were alright with it. Time will prove me right, my IQ is rarely wrong. Watch this space! Oh, dear…

Started to hobble up the hill to see if any buses might be coming to get me back up to the flats and realised the L8 service had finished, so no matter what the time, no luck. As I knew the L9 route came at 25 minutes past the hour, and it was 54 minutes past now.

So I limped back the way I came from and walked up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats.

Amazingly, I arrived in time (Well, not very late anyway) for the Tenants Social Hour. But it was hard work not hearing folks unless they were next to me and I could see the lips.

Got the raffle tickets and donated them to a table of ladies, handed out the nibbles, managed a quick bit of a gossip with Penny and BJ – then decided to call it quits and go back to the flat to get the hearing aids and take some painkillers and an extra Omeprazole.

4Thur09Boy, was I lucky, just missed the downpour that started as I got in, put the fodder away and had a wee-wee before taking the midday and the extra medications. A bit of a mouthful that, Haha!

The rain was so fine it was hard to see, I’d got the hearing aids in by then and heard it more than saw it.

It only lasted a few minutes, but anyone in it would have recognised it as ‘That wet rain’ and got soaked through!

Did an order for Morrison’s while I thought of it. A job getting the new card accepted, but all okay now.

Set off on slow, nice and easy hobble to the Clinic at the City Hospital, remembering to take the attendance card and bus pass to get back with. See? Sometimes I can get things right, Hehe!

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When I crossed over Valley Road at the pelican lights, a gentleman in a BMW went over on amber, gave me a fright he did.

I was well pleased with Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald (Actually he was less bothersome now?) on the limp to the clinic. Only the feet gave me a lot of any bother. And no rain in sight. Come think of it, the roads might have been greasy, and that’s why Mr BMW didn’t try to stop? Glad I didn’t call him a naughty name now.

The usual Po-faced Obergruppenfurher on the reception again. I’ve worked out to annoy now. I keep a smile on my face and am extremely friendly and polite to him. Haha!

No waiting at all, I was called in within 2 minutes – into an office full of medical professionals and students. They explained As I thought about the Morphine removal being so that if I need it during the graft operation, it would be more efficient for me. The head man (I assumed as the others said nothing to him, except in answer to his prompting, but hung on his every word) explained the procedure in detail to me. But I will not repeat anything on here, cause it fritted me. Hehehe!

Then we all went into the treatment room, and they had a silent giggle and declared me all okay for the surgery to take place, as long as I have no more bad bleeds. After much embarrassment and poking and prodding, we returned back into the office and, he was a Mr, not Doctor? Advised me that having to cancel the original surgical time will mean a longer wait, this time around. Fair enough!  He gave me more cream.

I thanked him, got out into the reception area and smiled at Hitler, the sweetest smile I could manage and said Thank you, my friend, received a look back that should have killed me actually, and got out quickly. Hehe!

I was going to take a photographicalisation of the clinic but had left the camera in the flat. Tsk!

A number 40 bus arrived within seconds of my getting to the bus stop. All this good luck is very worrying yer know! If had got the camera and used it, I’d have missed the bus!

The uphill, but a short walk from the 40 bus stop back to to the apartment block, was excruciating for me, thanks to the state of the feet and Anne Gyna starting to kicking off again.

So glad to get back inside. Had a long wee-wee. Checked on the man and woman handled Little inchy, no bleeding. Phew!

Kettle on, and I took the evening medications then, got the computer on to update this again. Did the last Health Checks. Sys still a little high, but lower than the first two checks.

Oh, the feet and Anne Gyna… but Duodena4Thur08l Donald was bearable.

Got the fodder away went on Facebook catch-up then the meal was prepared and consumed.

The ‘Luxury’ fish surimi sticks were delicious and tasty. I didn’t eat all of it, left most of the potatoes, the pepper was a little too hot for me. The egg was of a plasticity and rubber texture that was unpleasant. However, I did have an orange sucker and a handful of chocolate balls afterwards.

Got the DVD going to watch some more of the Jonathan Creek episodes, the new headphones are marvellous.

Repeatedly fell asleep and had to rewind, so often I gave up trying.

TTFN

Inchcock – Wednesday 26 April 2017

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Wednesday 26 April 2017

Afrikaans: Woensdag 26 April 2017

Stirred around 0400hrs, no dream memories at all. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner (Worked smoothly without any shakes and shudders this morning too!) and off to the Porcelain Throne. All okay there, no bleeding from the front or rear end, and things went easily, perhaps a bit too easily, but absolutely no pain during the process.

Did the Health Checks next. Sys 161, Dia 73, Pulse 85, Temperature 35.5 and the weight was down again! 14.10lb.

3Wed01Began to worry about if the Hygiene ladies would visit today.

Got a good few reminders on the calendar for today.

Mind you, tomorrow’s ‘Things to Do’ list is even busier.

Not sure how I committed myself to the Fish & Chips meal with a gang of other tenants today, though.

I’m not an eater-outer usually. I think Penny might have scared me into going. Hehehe!

She rang last night to remind me not 3Wed04to miss the 1130hrs bus, bless her.

Made a mug of tea and got the diary finished and posted, then started on this one to here.

Made a list of things to remember when I go out later – it was still there when I got back hours later. Tsk!

Done some WordPressing then I visited Facebook. Middle of posting Facebook became unresponsive the message said. Tsk! Came back on, though.

Graphics I did yesterday added to the TFZer site and put in albums.

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On the last one, I tried to make it look like Lyzzi on the right was jumping up. Failed!

Carried out the ablutions.

No nurse arrived.

Washed some cleaning rags out and put them on the airer.

None of the Hygiene Ladies arrived.

Got the empty jars and bottles and went down and out to the recycle bin with them, then back into the foyer and waited for the bus with the other tenants going on the Free’ Nosh trip to Arnold.

3Wed05We piled on when the bus arrived and Penny gave a little lecture for a few minutes; I could not hear her and asked the cheery lady sat in front of me if it was anything important. She smiled and just said: “No dear!”

Had a bit of a dizzy after getting off the bus and during the little walk to the restaurant.

Couldn’t join in any conversations properly, other than with the chap sat next to me, so when those around laughed I laughed… that sort of thing.

The meal arrived in a convoy of servers and boy would you believe how some of them tenants ate so quickly. I had to take my time, partly due to Duodenal Donald and I needed to watch the others so I knew what cutlery to use and how to eat the food without embarrassing missen.

Battered haddock, mushy peas and chips. It didn’t look very appetising, but it tasted wonderful. Donald started grumbling before I finished, so I left a little of it. (Not much, mind, Hehe!)

I departed as some had done earlier, and went into Asda and had a wander around for ages. Had to take care not to allow any escapes of wind, as Reflux Roger joined in with Duodenal Donald giving some rotten attacks. Huh!

Ended up buying Fish Sticks, 4 miniature pork pies with pickle and next week,s TV paper – the buying of the magazine reminded me to look at the DVD players – Yes, I bought one. Not sure if I could handle setting it up, but the bloke two flats away said he would show me if I struggled to get it going.

To the bus stop and back to the apartment, in pain and well tired-out.

P1170430Wee-wee, kettle on and got the DVD thingy out and set it together okay, plugged it in, and the Jonathan Creek DVD started!

Needs a bit of colour, screen options and contrast sorting out later, when I find out how to do it.

Got the computer on to update this here diary, like.

Then did Facebook catch up.

The last Health Checks were done: Sys 171, Dia 75, Pulse 81, Temp 36.1. Sys high again, but I’m going to see the Doctor in the morning so can tell him/her. Then get back for the Tenants Social Hour hopefully, then out to the bank, then to the Clinic.

Not too good now, rumbling innards, the odd Dizzy Dennis visit, and the depression deepened. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me… I think, sometimes it is hard to identify which are Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s pains. Int life confusing sometimes? Hehe!

Settled to watch some of the DVD and toyed with it as I watched. Not successfully mind. I find now, I have to change (On the TV) the audio settings between watching TV and using the DVD. But not to worry, at least I can view a DVD now. Watched some Jonathan Creek episodes, but weariness (But why, I haven’t done much today?) took over and I turned off the set and box and was soon away dreaming.

TTFN all.

Inchcock – Tuesday 25 April 2017 – A day mostly of graphicationalisationing, say that when you’ve had a few drinkies. Hehe!

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Tuesday 25 April 2017

French: Mardi 25 Avril 2017

0005hrs (Although I didn’t realise this at the time, Hehe!): Woke wide awake, Duodenal Donald still stinging away. Not realising how early it was, I got up, made a brew and wondered why there were no demands coming for a wee-wee.

Did the Health Checks. The Sys was still far too high. However, the weight was down again.

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I remembered to do the temperature checks in the right way though. Waited until the LO sign came on, under the arm on the skin, set the timer for a minute and got the reading. I even heard the beeps. That was because it was so early and no other noises, I had a new battery in the one working hearing aid and had contorted my head down to as near to the armpit as I could. This cracked the neck and I now have another pain to contend with. Humph!

I spent ages searching for the wrist alarm. Panic and confusion almost turned into a frenzy as I ran around getting ever more desperate in my failed efforts to locate it. Almost at the point of giving up and feared to have to tell Warden Deana later, the brain clicked in, and I recalled that yesterday at the Surgery, I realised I’d gone out with the wristlet still on the arm and had put it in my jacket pocket; where I found it after I’d delved into and found it! Phew!

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Got the computer on to do the diaries and found an email from the Doctors new receptionist informing me of the change in Warfarin dosages. Glad to see they have booked me in for next Tuesday, instead of leaving it for four weeks this time. The doses had increased.

I should get the official Anticoagulant Therapy Record notification in a day or so in the mail. I did not get the level reading in the email but suspect it is a bit low. I thought it odd when I cut my head that it didn’t seem to bleed much the other day.

This got me thinking about the high BP Sys. So I looked on the web before I took the morning medications, to confirm that it is the Ramipril tablets that I’m taking for the BP, and took an extra one, along with an extra painkiller, then rubbed some pain gel on the neck and digested the tablet with another mug of tea. Had several good swigs of the antacid medicine, although I know it has little effect on Duodenal Donald’s exploits. Not sure if I’ve done right. Ah-well!

I then had another search to find the card with the addresses on it that the nurse had given me yesterday so I could go to the NHS sites. Another kerfuffle, but I found in the end that I’d put it back in the plastic envelope with the other paperwork! The tea had gone cold again, so made another mug and had a look on the websites.

Got the three addresses and stored them on the Bookmarks. After I’ve spoken with the doctor on Thursday, they will be ready to use.

The tea had gone cold again, made another and found the milk had gone off.

Finished yesterday’s diary, then started this one.

Did some graphicalisationing. For hours and hours, kept my off the worries a bit. Here are some of the 22 TFZer ones. I titled the album on Facebook ‘Can I give you a lift Madam’

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Hope they get the funny side and like them.

2Tue05The weather outside looked glorious.

I pressed on with the graphicalisationing further.

Duodenal Donald keeps persisting to annoy and hassle me, though.

I got some mail, three junk and the Anticoagulation Result2Tue10s. (By gum that was quick coming). It was what I expected. far too low, in fact only 1.6, second lowest it’s ever been.

Last time it was this low, they sent the district nurses to make sure the injections were done correctly.

This time I have no supplies left anyway.

And I did love having the nurses call on me and woman-handle me. Hehehe!

Tired now, I’ve been up for 15-16 hours.

Forced me off the computer, and laid out the meal in readiness, then I nearly got the ablutions tended to… But:

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As I got the meal laid out, I remembered that I had not done the Facebooking or second session on the WordPress reading. So I wrapped the meal in foil to keep it a bit fresher.

2Tue12The weather took a disturbing turn then. Caught me in the reflection.

Back onto the computer and did some Facebooking for a while.

Blimey, 106 notifications!

I investigated. Most were likes for the new TFZer series, which is very nice.

Eventually got around to doing the ablutions, very late on.

Then got to eat the meal, fighting not to fall asleep as I did so. Very disappointed with it, though. The meat was stringy, the potatoes overcooked, the mini pie stale, the onions too hot and soft… but the tomatoes, beetroot and cheese were okay.

Depression descended on me as I watched the gogglebox, and I was soon going through nod-offs and waking up moments. I think it was like that all through the night.

Inchcock – Saturday 22nd April 2017

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Saturday 22nd April 2017

Norwegian: Lørdag 22. April 2017

An awful night. Sweats and colds, shakes, forever waking up, Duodenal Donald ever present, guilt, anxiety, the mind giving no rest in waking periods and when I woke up, no memories of any dreams. Verily, I thought; bonkersness approacheth.

0320hrs: I got up and like an automaton, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna both seeming as if they had lodged permanently with me recently, made a brew and opened the windows, and did the Health Checks.

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The weight was down, not that I could get much out of this with the guilt of cocking up the so called funny with the M & C girls, the last people on earth I would have wanted to upset. I love them so and shower what gifts and nibbles I can on them on instinct to show my respect…The thought of upsetting them and losing their services, and then this happens. I think I deserve the pain I’m going through for not thinking things out first.

No washing shaving or ablutions were done. Made a mug of tea and got the computer on to do the diaries.

Filled next weeks medication pots and off to the porcelain throne. I had no bother at all with Little Inchy or Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding or hurting, just as well with the incessant discomfort that Duodenal Donald was still giving me. If it stays at this degree for much longer, I can see problems. The painkillers and medicine are not cutting it, and as I write, Anne Gyna has started to put in her halfpennyworth too.

Now I have mental and physical pains to contend with – but n more than I deserve I suppose.

Went on Facebook to try and concentrate on something. Then graphicalisationing.

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7Sun01aWent in to wash the mug and made contact with the edge of the cupboard door.

Not recommended.

Got the bin bags sorted.

Carried out the ablutions.

Set out and walked up through the park into

7Sun02bSherwood and caught a bus to town.

Walked up passing the old Nottingham Playhouse. Now called ‘Spanky Van Dyke’s’, a nightclub some sort I imagine.

I wandered around the near empty streets in that area, not for any particular reason, I was stewing in my self-contempt bit still.

7Sun04I went around the block.

Didn’t call in this establishment, cause it was not open.

Hehe!

As I came back down Wollaton Street, I noticed a cunning plan by the builders, of how to get 7Sun04athe rubbish down.

I’ve made the photograph bigger, so I hope you can see this.

Dirty great lift taking the rubbish skip up to have the waste deposited in it. I thought how smart.

Although, perhaps they do this all the time and I’ve not noticed?

Wandered down to the Derby Road area, still unfocused and aimlessly.

7Sun03Here, I did notice a large City Centre Premier Inn. Looking rather grotty.

As I passed the doors into it, I think it was, er, what’s the word… Automatically staffed? No reception that I could see, but perhaps they had one up the stairs.

Certainly nothing like the advertisements for them on the TV.

Turned left onto Upper Parliament Street and meandered down to Queen Street to check on the bus times. Next one in 1 hour 40 minutes. Got the urge to go to Victoria Market and see if they had some Fresh Pod Peas in, then go to Tesco to get some Sourdough bread.

So I did. Also got some reduced mini-Easter eggs for nibbles, some New Zealand Cox’s apples, a TV magazine and some Tomatoes (Dutch) in the hope that they taste okay. At least I am thinking about eating again – ailments permitting, like.

Then rambled through the passageways and streets down to the Market Square, hoping to see the parade by the Royal Society of St George from the Forest Recreation Ground to

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The Old Market Square.  Found that the parade, was departing from the Forest at noon, will be headed by knights on horseback. So I missed it, too early and too long to wait for it to start. Humph!

I did have a hobble (The feet were actually singing now) around the Slab Square and noticed that two mallards had landed in the pool.

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They were a little on the small side, so presumably, they did not come from the Nottingham Arboretum; I think they may have come from the Canal. (All useless information supplied by Inchock. Any time like, Hehe)

7Sun4dWandered around the Council House, popped in the book shop fro a look and back to the bottom of Queen Street ready to turn up it, gave the Big Issue block a quid. And took this photographicalisation of the Lord Mayor in his Regalia with some bigwigs with him as he took a walk along the route that will be taken later on when the St George Parade arrives.

Took this photographicalisation of the Lord Mayor in his Regalia with some bigwigs with him as he took a walk along the route that will be taken later on when the St George Parade arrives.

This one is from last year’s parade:

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Map of my hobbling around on foot in Nottingham – mostly purposelessly;

7Sun06

Nothing like a long walk, but having been outside for days, Arthur Itis felt it, and Anne Gyna let me know. Hehe!

Caught the bus back to Mapperley Top and walked down to the flats, only took about twelve minutes and it was downhill.

Got in and had a wee-wee.

Began getting the nibbles ready for the cleaner gals – realised and I felt even worse than I did earlier.

Updated this diary with little enthusiasm now.

7Sun06aGot the fodder ready on a plate to have later (Cold meal).

I did some more CorelDraw 2017 arranging and amending for an hour or so.

Had the meal, the pork and pickle mini pork pie, the strong, firm cheddar cheese and the New Zealand Cox’s apples being very tasty.

Settled, but the guilty anxious and depressed mind would not let me sleep for hours and hours. Forcing me to muse about my errors and mistakes, and it was hell!

TTFN.

Inchcock – Thursday 20th April 2017

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4Thur05

Thursday 20th April 2017

Macedonian: 20 четвртокот Април 2017 година

Woke at 0410hrs: Bits of a dream lingered for a while but departed my brain within seconds. These were replaced with the determination to get the washing done as soon as possible.

0420hrs: Out of the £300 second-hand recliner. No washing, medicationalisationing or kettle put on – I gathered the laundry bag, made sure the accoutrements were added to it and hobbled down to the laundry room. Still feeling bad in and about myself for the joke going wrong with the lovely hygiene gals being upset. Got the washer going and returned back up and got the computer going and started the diaries.

4Thur05.0455hrs: Back down and moved the stuff from the washing machine to the dryer and got that started.Some notices had been moved on the board

Some notices had been moved on the board.

One about Repair Priorities. And the now classified list, with the new times, shown.

4Thur06The other was just a reminder that repairs are now the Tenant’s Responsibility to report their own repairs.

I thought about the difficulty I had hearing the person on the other end of the line last time I did this and was prompted to remember that I have got to search for the hearing aid tubes and if I can find them, replace the broken one on the right-hand aid.

Up and did the Health Checks then started this blog off.

4Thur07Looking good, even the weight is down a bit.

Down to collect the dried laundry – but oh dear… it was not drie4Thur08d fully at all! But the cycle back on and back up the lift.

Did some WordPressing then I returned back down to the laundry room, to find the clothing no drier than it was before?

Tsk!

Got it folded and cleaned the filter out.

4Thur09

Back up to the apartment and got both of the airers utilises as well as the airing cupboard. In an effort to get the things dry enough to wear later.

Made a brew and took the medications.

To the porcelain throne and only Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding, The Senna’s had done their job.

Back on the computer and updated this diary.

4Thur11Got an email about the Morrison delivery on its way. Delivery arrived.Got the Canadian

Got the Canadian Buckwood Maple Syrup in, I plan to use it in plain yoghourt, but I will ask some of the Canadian TFZers on Facebook if they have any suggestions for its use too.

 Also, thought it wise to get some more of those horrendous safety knickers in stock.

Being as Little Inchy’s lesion has started bleeding again, better safe than sorry eh?

4Thur10They sent large instead of extra large this time, I didn’t notice until I took the photograph.

Tsk!

I’ll use one today after the ablutions and see if they will fit, or if I will fit into them.

Hehehe!

Embarrassing I know, but they can save an awful lot of cleaning up in the long run.

Got onto CorelDraw sorting again. Spent hours on it once more. The CorelPaint crashed on me at one time, but I think it might have been due to my getting the shakes just as I was selecting an option, and hit it twice?

Opened it up again and all worked.

Had to remember to keep moving the damp clothes around on the airers.

Eventually gave up on CorelDraw defaulting and finished off the diary and updated this one to here.

1Mon001Did a poem to go with WordPress, I called it: The Nape of Existence. A bit of fun, even it was true. Haha!

Did this graphic to use as a header.

Link: The Nape of Existence

Posted it off.

Then I got around to catching up on Facebook. Hours and hours it took, but all in the name of depriving me of suffering from depression… Blimey, Did I say that?

Nipped in to have a wee-wee before setting off to the Tenants Meeting Social Hour, and, 2Tue05. The scar had opened badly on Little Inchy and the blood had flowed. Had a right mess to clean up and medicate! Took me that long the meeting was only ten minutes away from ending by the time I got there! Grumph! Hand time to pose with the others for a photo for the builders? Give the nibbles out and the raffle prizes to Obergruppenfureress Penny to use next week, and everyone was leaving.

I got myself back to the abode and checked Little Inchy and he was at it again. Tsk!

05Thu12Made a cuppa, and saw that I had left the Strawberry flavoured vanilla filled suckers delivered earlier on the window ledge, instead of putting them in the freezer!

Another 2Tue05! All eight were now liquid in bags that leaked!

I was not having a good day at all. I was already depressed with my humour cock-up, the laundry room farce and having things drying all over the place, virtually missed the Social Hour and the Virus scar bleeding again. Not good! I could not muster any enthusiasm or interest at all. Then I remembered I’ve got to do the Facebooking. But even that didn’t do much to cheer me up.

I moved the clothes around on the airers, getting some of the thicker ones out of the airing cupboard and putting the removed ones into it – but automatically as if I had resigned myself to everything going wrong, and had no idea how to stop them. Odd?

Made a mug of tea and got on Facebook.

Did some more CorelDraw 2017 updating.

Feeling morose, annoyed with me and thinking silly thoughts, although at the time they were perfectly logical thoughts.

A friend contacted me and suggested I tell the doctor everything. But this will not take away the stupid decisions and practical jokes gone wrong or self-loathing, will it? I appreciated so much his contacting me, but the shadow of hopelessness loomed. Never felt like this before.

I sat a while thinking about things, the negative thoughts mounted and soon the brain was in freefall – I had to stop myself getting into a rut of… well, I don’t know.

I’m going to the surgery on Monday for the INR blood test, and promised Lynton I’d book myself in, to see the Doctor Vindla. Musn’t let him or myself down after he’s taken the time, bother and shown such compassion for me. (Hope that’s the right word?).

Not been out, apart from on the site for days now.

4Thur04Made a meal.

Threw away the hunters sausages after one bite, far too fatty.Didn’t eat the cheese.

Didn’t eat the cheese.

Thought I might start nibbling again later, but only had a bag of Marmite crisps, so depressed with things. 

Foolish thoughts came and went, suddenly the balcony was tempting. 

I might get this diary done, then stop doing them until something is sorted, I do not want to broadcast doom and gloom, I want to make people smile and laugh. Finding this hard myself limits the scope. 

Got a shower shave and did the teeth, in sort of automatic mode? 

More terrible thoughts permeated the brain as I settled down. 

 Hopefully, the inner torment will somehow ease.

TTFN

Inchcock – Wednesday 19th April 2017

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2Tue18

Wednesday 19th April 2017

Malagasy: Alarobia 19 Aprily 2017

Woke with a hell of a jump around 0420hrs. Bad night I think?

Headphones on the floor, pen and notepad in the middle of the room on the carpet and I was balancing half-in/half-out of £300 second-hand recliner in the most unseemly and uncomfortable fashion and precariously balanced position – and needing the porcelain urgently. I struggled to get myself back into the seat somehow, took a while and bit of pain to do so, then I lowered the shuddering machine and got myself out and to the wetroom for the wee-wee. Treading on the pick-up stick and bending it and stubbing a toe again on the way.

Made it just in time for the wee-wee. The innards told me I needed a heavy duty job, but after what seemed at the time, an hour of trying, nothing moved or happened. Oh dear?

Suddenly realised: The rumbling tummy, that was it! That is what was missing! And, Duodenal Donald had eased so much too! I still took a swig of the plonk afterwards and a Senna with the morning medications, though. Did the Health Checks that looked better I think overall:

3Wed03

3Wed01Might the Pulse have been a bit high?

However, the weight was the same as it has been for three days now.

I wondered if the scales might have been broken? Hehe!

Roger Reflux was easier now as well. Although Dizzy Dennis had put in a couple of mild little visits up to now.

Made a mug of tea and started this chronicle going up to here, then finished off yesterday’s Tales of Woe. Then started this one off.

2Tue12aNipped to the porcelain for a wee-wee, plenty of these this morning, but no movements of any heavy duty activity yet.

Might this be due to last night’s meal?

The rather large portion of pork & mushroom pate? Or would this have had a tendency to cause the opposite and give me the trots?

Got the Morrison’s delivery coming in a while. A bit awkward for ordering now, cause I don’t know when (Or if) the bank transfer will go through for certain, so which card to use will be a problem.

Did some graphic work until the groceries arrive. They came, and I put them away and bagged the nibbles for the Obergruppenfureresses in the Winwood Centre Hut.

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3Wed07Back to Facebooking then WordPressing, then CorelDraw and the graphic creation.

Went to take the nibbles to Dean and Julie at the Winwood Shed.

Disaster humiliation and self-condemnation followed.

Deana explained that Maggie, the owner of the cleaning company had read the funnies in my diaries and is very upset and will not be doing for me anymore. She asked Deana to collect the payment, and that was that.

I felt so embarrassed at this. Apparently, I put the name of her company in them too. IT was a bit of fun that went all wrong. Thinking about it, it was a silly thing to do, and all my fault. There was never any intention to lambast them in reality after all they have done to help me as well. Curtains, oven cleaned, all extras. A laugh and chinwag each visit. I want to get up the courage to ring her and try to explain, but mainly to show there was real intent to be malicious only have fun with the girls, above all to apologise and thank them for their assistance over the time they have been visiting.

Stupid decision that has upset the good woman and made me feel so humiliated for it.

I feel terrible, guilty and ashamed. But cannot disagree with Maggie’s actions.

Feeling depressed and bitterly disappointed with myself now.

Not good on the phone, I will try to send an email to Maggie.

I did the email and sent it off to her. Understanding how it looks, I shall offer no defence, it was a stupid thing to do in the first place.

Feeling sick in the stomach now, how did I get this laugh come bit-of-fun so wrong?

Lifeless, depressed and embarrassed.

I hoovered the hallway and mopped the kitchen.

Got an email back from Maggie. She is to call to see me later sometime and talk.

Then the new CorelDraw 2017 version became available. I downloaded after while searching for me registration number and set about getting it customised: for the next 7 hours and still haven’t completed the job yet – By gum it’s a massive programme!

Got email from Maggie, too busy to call today, fair enough that. She’ll email me next week.

Got the CorelDraw 2017 about 40% how I want it. Still, need to sort out some options and sizing.

3Wed09

 Checked the spuds boiling.

Did an extra Morrison order, hope to get it in before the card changes with the banks. Went in okay, which tells me the transfer has not gone through yet.

3Wed08Got the meal prepared and served up.

Sister Jane rang while I was doing it.

Lovely to hear from her, even if Nottingham Forest are not doing well.

Ate the meal (7.8/10 rating), and got the gogglebox on. No concentration on the programmes, unfortunately, the mind running wild with self-incrimination made getting to sleep very hard.

Inchcock – Tuesday 18th April 2017

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3Wed001

Tuesday 18th April 2017

Māori: Rātū 18 Paengawhāwhā 2017

1Mon17aStirred at 0255hrs, Duodenal Donald giving me a lot of hassle and pain this morning.

I think I have only myself to blame perhaps; The overly seasoned beef in black bean sauce dinner from last night?As lovely as it tasted,

As beautiful as it tasted, I will resist this temptation in the future!

Out of the £300 second-hand-surely ready-to-clonk-out recliner and to the throne. The Senna taking seems to have eased things at last. I almost sang with joy at the lack of struggle and pain. Hehe! Little Inchy had been flowing a bit and needed corrective attention from the Betamethasone cream and cleaning up. But I could tell from experience, I was to suffer badly with both Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna – when this happens together, concentration goes on holiday. Remembered I need to go to the bank to investigate the farce over the transfer of account situation. Maybe today, Lisa the manager will actually talk to me?

Found a scribbled note presumably about a dream – but could make no sense of it at all and had no memories, although I could recall one I had early last night, the one I wrote about in yesterday’s post, that was completed as my next job. The readable bits of the pencil written script was: Hill high…. stethoscope (I think), canal… towering above… flying swooping?

0445hrs: Computer activated after finishing Monday’s off, I started this one. Did some photography doctoring to use later. Then the internet connection started going off intermittently. I wished that Duodenal Donald, who was becoming very active and persistent would do the same.

Into the kitchen to2Tue001a take the medications and an extra few swigs of antacid in possibly a vain hope of easing the ulcer pain. Then did the Health Checks:

Sys 162 – Dia 76 – Pulse 75 – Temp 38.7 – the weighing indicated another rise.

Oh dearie me!

Had to take another swig of the antacid medicine and pondered on whether I should risk taking an extra Omeprazole, as the medicine was cutting it with the pain.

I stood looking out of the window seeking inspiration in making my choice. Later I used the W-T option and tried to take a view of the same area, this is how the photos came out:

2Tue07

I think I read somewhere that Omeprazole had a side effect of diarrhoea? With things loosening up so much in that department this morning, I found myself in a quandary.If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, it I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments

If I do take an extra capsule it night prove a nocive decision, if I don’t take one, I’ll be in too much pain all day with the other ailments (Anne Gyna and Roger Reflux) playing up as well. On the other hand, I might get the runs badly… then again, it might make no difference at all? Bumfuzzled my brain now!

2Tue04Eventually, Duodenal Donald himself made it up for me, with a super-mega stab of pain, followed by a Donald Dizzy spell. I decided to take an extra one and another Codeine.

I decided to take an extra Omeprazole as well as and another Codeine. Just to keep himself noticed with all the ailments clambering for attention, Arthur Itis decided to have a go at the fingers as I took this photographicalisation and dropped the tablets. Luckily falling into the draw where I could retrieve them this time.

This is not going to be a good day medically speaking (I’m quick on picking these things up yer know, Hehehe).

The thought of the visit to the bank to talk to the elusive Lisa didn’t help in the clarity of logic department. Yes, I like that, I might refer to her like this: Elusive Lisa in future?

For I fear they might be more occasions to write about in this banking farce! (Getting myself wound up now, Tsk!)

Completed belatedly updating last week’s Check List.

2Tue05

Made another mug of tea, and pressed on with this update. The mind in a Zwodder-like state.

Did some WordPress Reading.

2Tue06

Then onto Facebook. Made a graphic of Pixie Mary Frieberg on the TFZer site, as she won the ball competition. I put her near the actual photograph of the implement on the table – a real Disney Angel.

Well all of them got it right actually, but Mary was first in with her bid, bless her cotton socks.

Got the ablutions tended to. Got the bank details, empty jars for the recycling bin and some painkillers in the bag. And set off to the bank and get some bread.

No one about at all, not a soul did I see in or outside the flats and Chestnut Grove… Eerie that.

2Tue08Dropped the jars in the bin and down Winchester Street, across Mansfield Road and into the bank.

Fell in love with little daisies on the verge.

Inside the bank, there were about six in the standing queue, three staff serving including the Manageress Lisa. I patiently took my place at the end of it. And Lisa was still ignoring me with natural aplomb and what must be a well trained and practised, honed skill.

I had to explain everything from the start again to the young good looking fit man servicing me. Jealous? Me? He said something I didn’t catch and went into the back of the building. A few minutes later, with the customers in the queue behind me tutting and sneering in my direction, he returned and told me an advisor needs to talk to me.

Hello, I thought to myself! I was instructed to stand at the back, and she would come and fetch me. So I did.

The lady appeared within seconds and escorted me into an office and asked me to sit down – I explained it was better if I didn’t, Arthur Itis playing up, and she professionally shot me look that said: “Huh, another old fart!” It was quick, but I caught it alright. Hehe!

She explained that the Co-op had put a block on the transfer because it had taken so long. I asked her who’s fault is it that it took so long – I got another shudderingly frightening look from her, this one said: “Who the hell do you think you are!” to me. I got in with my rapid verbals: “Your bank failing to check the postcode on the I.D. from the State Pension people who I admit were also in the wrong?” I suggested before she could speak.

A pregnant pause followed. The lady recovered. Ignoring what I had said completely, told me she would ring her head office for advice on whether or not we need to start from scratch again. I was gobsmacked, especially when they told her that we did have to!

I started to make notes so as to be able to use them in this diary. She frowned and asked me if I wanted her to make notes for me? Not sure if this was genuine or sarcastic, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She lightened her tone and asked why I was making notes – I replied something like: “The memory isn’t as good as it once was you know – paused with my mouth open and added – I want to get the details right for my Trust Pilot Report” and offered a half cheeky smile. That worked, I could see she was perplexed by this.

I wondered to myself why I was being so short and annoying, not like me at all, thought it might be the extra pains today, took a codeine out and ate it, determined to try and win back her good side, in case I needed a loan later. So I adopted a broad smile and almost laughed, and this confused the Hitlerarian dear even more. Tsk! She wasn’t Hitlerarian at all, but I just like using the word. Hahaha! Sorry.

She set about redoing the application using the details and checking them with me from the first time. Asking me if the account at the other bank was overdrawn? I impressed her when I competently fibbed: “God heavens no, I’ve over a hundred grand in it!

I must stop annoying her and get her going I swore to myself again.

After a while on her computer, she told me that the account should be open and transferred 26th April, but don’t come to see us until the 27th. Then, as I was about to leave, she started the selling spiel: Come to see me after it is operational and I’ll see if we can offer insurances cheaper than the one’s you have now!

I exited into the sunshine and the wind then went to get a small l2Tue11oaf of bread and some meat to tonight,s meal. Sarnies only tonight, nothing spicy I said to myself.

No small loaves, only large, no belly pork so I got a Wiejska ring.

Walked up the hill, no bus for 55 minutes yet, so walked on up and down the hill and walked up the park back to the apartments.

2Tue09A few dogs taking their owners for a walk and refusing to return the thrown ball.

I love watching them.

One Alsatian ran to me and stuck his head in my bag trying to get to the meat I suspect?

He was friendly enough and took his head out when I asked him to ‘Leave’. Haha!

2Tue09aTurning right at the top, I hobbled down through the beloved Copse. Thickening out well now.

The entrance was a mass of nettles blooming.

I wondered at this point, how does one make Nettle Wine?

I’ll look it up later perhaps.

2Tue10

Ambled down through the Copse and took a photograph facing the flats.It really was so beautiful in there.

It really was so beautiful in there. The smell alone makes it worth the trip.

Came out the bottom and trying to miss treading on the buttercups and daisies, I made my way to the foyer door.

2Tue12Squirrels and birds very active around the area.

Up to home and had a wee-wee, but the bits away and made a cuppa.

Found a recipe for Nettle Wine.

Sounds too complicated for me to try, not got the room or gear anyway.

How do you measure nettle tops in pints, anyway?

Got the notes I made to help me update this diary.

Got up to here, and took the evening medication with spring water.

Made another mug of tea, then cleaned up the milk and fridge where I’d managed to drop the milk bottle when Arthur Itis decided to freeze the fingers on me. Humph!

At least Duodenal Donald had eased a bit. Mustn’t eat anything spicy tonight. Hope the Wiejska and bread will be alright. I could have had a drink of milk with it, but of course, I’d dropped and spilt most of it!

Had a bash on Facebook. Lost it. Got it back again. Lost it again… gave up and did some graphicationalisationing.2Tue12a

Got the din-dins done.

A salad of sorts. Went down nicely.

Had a Dennis Dizzy visitation when washing the pots.

To the porcelain throne thinking I was in need of a heavy duty session – but nothing, not even any wind? Well, there was plenty from Roger Reflux, but none from the rear-end. Hehe!

Tried to watch some TV, a Victoria Wood tribute and got only a few minutes into it before I drifted off.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today – Sunday 16th April 2017

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Sunday 16th April 2017

Slovak: Nedeľa 16.Apríla 2017

7Sun01

Woke around 0400hrs, and lay thinking of the many dreams I’d had since the one about Rudolph Hess after midnight, without any luck, no details could be forced from my twisted and very confused this morning, brain. No note found, well, there was one, but I couldn’t read a word of the two lines I’d scribbled.

0445hrs: A headache lurked, and it was a cracker. I thought I might try to get off back to sleep, so I tried. I failed. I passed some wind and extracted myself from the £300 second-hand dangerously shuddering recliner, had a mini-dizzy as I hobbled to the porcelain throne, Whoopsiw02 stubbing my toe on the way.

The heavy duty task at hand seem to make my headache worse? Little Inchy had bled a tiny bit, but Haemorrhoid Harold, having been in free-flow mood caused me to have to put the jammie bottoms in the bucket to soak. Humph!

Had a rinse and got the kettle on the boil.7Sun02a

Made a mug of strong tea and took the morning medications, along with an extra Codeine for the head and Senna for the stubborn heavy duty sessions.

Rubbed some of the pain gel into the left hand, the knees and under the arm.

Oil in the ears, made up next weeks medication pots and got the sphygmomanometer out and did the Health Checks.

7Sun02a

7Sun01aLooks okay I think? Apart from the weight perhaps?

Many wee-wees had to be tended to this morning.

I suddenly had a thought (Impressive eh?). Are there any buses on duty tomorrow so I can get to the camera lesson, it being a holiday like?

I looked up the L9 service on the web. Botheration and damnation! A Sunday Service for all routes – which means no L9 buses at all! Another long hobble to face!

Whoopsiw02 The tea had gone cold, so I made another mug and managed to drop the milk as I took it out of the fridge.

I blame Arthur Itis for this! Huh!

Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff published today.

Went onto Facebook, fingers crossed… Slow, but working.

Emails sorted out. Tried again on the web to find out if buses are running tomorrow or not. Failed!

CorelDraw andittivated some graphics for the TFZer site;

1Mon03

Whoopsiw02 Changing myself ready to get into the shower, I leant foolishly against the clothes air-dryer to keep my balance while stripping off the socks and it collapsed. Facilitating my ending up in an unseemly pile on the floor with my arm somehow threaded through the heating bars of the dryer. Disentangling myself was interesting. This started off Anne Gyna. The newly bent and misshaped heater seemed to be still working, though. Humph! I tried rebending some back into shape. I failed.

Decided to have the meal early today. Got the oven on and put the battered fishcakes in to warm up. Got the potatoes boiling away.

Watched a Carry-On film for a while on channel 10 Freeview.

7Sun05Put the herbed tomato sauce in the pan and added the pasta thingies with mushrooms into it.

Laid it out with the Surimi fish whatsits and a banana and lemon yoghourt for afters.

Apart from the pasta things and sauce being overcooked, the potatoes undercooked, the fishcakes overcooked on too low heat, the banana having a black streak through it inside; the Lemon yoghourt was nice. Tsk!What a mess I made of this meal!

What a mess I made of this meal!

There were several Carry-On films on the same channel, and I tried to watch them, but only managed it with ‘Carry On Up the Khyber’. Nodding off sessions were rampant. Haha!

Wee-wee visits were made regularly throughout the day. Made me think about when I walk into town in the morning for the camera lesson. And will I get a bus back? I can’t walk both ways? The hobble will take about an hour and a quarter. Wee-wee containing might be a problem, I think.

Oligarch Obergruppenfureress Jenny called while I was on the porcelain throne before showering. Which normally I would not have heard, but I had to nip out to collect a fresh pair of protection undies and heard the mobile. She told me that there would be no need for anyone to change their address. I thanked her for informing me and avoided any forthcoming lectures and admonishments by telling the truth and told her I had to get back to the small room. I knew by mentioning my concerns over the renaming of the flats to any other tenant it would get back to her. She reminds me off Ena Sharples, caring but misunderstood. Bless her.

Now I have to face her on Wednesday next when the free fish & chip meal session takes place in Arnold. Or earlier if my cunning plans to avoid her fail.

Back into the wetroom and did the ablutions.

Back to the goggle-box and more Carry On films to fall asleep to.

Looking at the clock later, it seemed it was still only 1810hrs?

I realised an hour or so later when I again observed the clock and it was still indicating 1810hrs, that the battery had gone and died. (I’m quick ain’t I… Hehe!) Changed the battery in the clock and returned with a mug of orange juice to the £300 second-hand wobbly recliner and settled again. Whoopsiw02 Spilling it as I sat down. Cleaned up the mess, and it was a good thing I had to as well.

Whoopsiw02 As I went into the kitchen to get the cleaning accoutrements I saw that I’d left the ring on the stove burning hot. A bit of luck there! Took the medications.

Sorted the mess out and settled once again in the now sticky damp chair cover, I started to watch “It’ll be alright on the night 2” on the box. First commercial break and I drifted off into kip.

Inchcock: Saturday 15th April 2017

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6Sat01a

Saturday 15th April 2017

Esperanto: Sabato 15a Aprilo 2017

Woke around 0400hrs: So annoyed no notes or memories of the dreams I was sure I’d been having. Why one morning I can recall, or find notes I’d made about the dreams, and others, like today, nothing? Humph!

WhoopsieOut of the £300 second-hand recliner, stomach churning and into the kitchen with the intention of getting some tummy medicine down me… of dear, another Whoopsiedangleplop – I’d left the damned hot water tap running all night again! A flipping good job I’d not left the plug in the sink at least! Humph!

Did the Health Checks, all looking good, apart from the weight back up again.

To the porcelain throne for a painful, heavy duty session. Haemorrhoid Harold had not been bleeding though, Little Inchy only a tad, but still sore.

Made a cuppa and took the medications, computer on and finished yesterday’s Chronicle off, then started this one.

Got the fodder started for later, potatoes on the boil.

Did some WordPress reading, and commenting?

Made another mug of tea and went on Facebook. After a while, the site went down again, no connection. Humph!

6Sat01bI just sneezed and me teeth nearly came out, and there are not false ones – blimey, my tummy felt like it was trying escape up through me throat!

The view was beautiful again this morning.

Made another mug of tea and set about doing some TFZer graphics, and got a few finished too. Heads swanks with pride!

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Facebook still down.

WhoopsieWent to check the potatoes I’d put in salted water in the saucepan on the cooker three hours ago, but not turned it on! Clonk-humph!

6Sat03Got the vegetables chopped, un-podded, cut and on the boil in the slow-cooker.

Turned on the potatoes (Belatedly, Tsk!)

Crock-pot contents, garden peas, turnip, leeks, carrots with a bit of demerara sugar added. Put some distilled vinegar in the potatoes.

Opened a tin of beef slices and added some homemade caramelised gravy and left them in the small saucepan to marinate while the slow-cooker did the other stuff.

WhoopsieAt this stage, and this happened to me few times over the last few years, but this time it more aggressive: I passed the wind and sneezed at the same time. I had the chopping board in my hand at the time, it fell, bounced up and hit me in the shin, and I may have used some naughty words out loud. This started off Arthur Itis of course, and his Co-attacker Anne Gyna soon joined in, and they stayed with me. Huh!

Made another mug of tea (I’m hoping to get one drank sometime today!)

Tried Facebook again, no go!

Back onto Coreldraw and started another graphic. Got so far and realised I’d not done my ablutions, so I did.

All fresh now, I called Olive to see if or when I cold visit her. 1400hrs granted.

Back onto the computer, Facebook was jumpy but back on.

Posted the graphics to the TFZer site.

6Sat05Getting readied to call on Olive, and the hand and fingers warped as I was putting the camera away, managed to take this photo of disfigured agony-ridden left hand using the right one.

Handy old thing ain’t I? Hehe!

Poddled to Olive’s flat and had an absolutely fantastic visitation.

She told me off repeatedly, but in her own Special caring way, bless her. Good long chinwag, a cuddle and I was off back to the mini-home.

6Sat04Got the dinner ready, all looked okay.

The best one for a long time this was. Had to give it a 9.65/10 rating. Hehe!

Had a dizzy while washing the pots and a headache developed and stayed with me all night and into the morning??

Not a wink of sleep, no nod-offs; the brain just would not allow me to rest until gone 0200hrs when dreams kept waking me then! Recalled in one of them I was a famulus to dressed-like-wizard Rudolph Hess in a cave underground with him teaching me a trick, that I could not grasp involving a selection of different magic wands, I think? (From notes consulted in the early hours)

TTFN all.