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Inchcock today: Friday 24th Feb 2017:

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Friday 24th February 2017

Mongolian: 24 Хоёрдугаар сарын 2017

After the maintenance men came and woke me up last night at 1125hrs, they were gone by midnight after telling me they could do nothing, but they would send someone around in the morning to look at the leaking kitchen window and screw if closed. How I clean the outside after that I don’t know. They are very good at this, getting out of doing anything and sounding knowledgeable at the same time, you know. So I stayed up on the computer all night.

So I stayed up on the computer all night. I tried to use the WordPress G-Suite but ended up having to contact their helpline again, and after a few hours was no closer to a solution than I was before. Tsk!

I tried around 0340hrs to clean up the mess still left from the floods and realised about 0430hrs what a Plonka, I am… They will only make another mess when they come won’t they? I felt a little like a Punchinello, physically and mentally.

Made a note to remind me to call BJ to tell him about my nor being able to attend the Tenant’s Social Hour again and why. Must ask him if he can call on me, so I can give him the nibbles to hand out, and show him the message about a trip out from the Papplewick Pumping Station.

gc-01dThen, around 0555hrs, I got on with finishing yesterday’s post and then started this one off. Had to limp to the porcelain and was well pleased that the bleeding from Little inchy had stopped – but Haemorrhoid Harry had started. Cleaned my lower regions and the bowl up medicated the rear end and proceeded to feel a little sorry for myself again.

I loathe myself for self-pitying, but even I find it hard to take so many Whoopsiedangleplops so often and continuously as of the last few days. I pondered on what had occurred over the last two day: Crippled myself going to and getting onto and off of the Nottingham Wheel, cut my finger, burnt my hand, flooded the wetroom, lost my notepad, got the day wrong for the cleaners and the clinic on the same day, Little Inchy bleeds started again after weeks of no bother, new pains in the hip, rain coming in through the kitchen window and flooding that, had to turn off the heater cause it got in that too. the batteries ran out on the same day to toothbrush and radio, got overcharged at the shop, got on the wrong bus, sleep has become an impossibility, broke the thermometer, the repairmen arrived at nearly midnight to wake me up to look at the leaking kitchen window that they could do nothing with but arranged for others to call today to ‘screw it in place’? Got demand for a second TV licence, got told off eight times by Olive, No one told me the Tenant’s Meeting had changed from Thur to Fri – and now I can’t get to that! (Well I might if they come really early?) Hobbled painfully up into Mapperley to get some vegetables and lost a tenner somehow… there’s probably more, but these just came to mind yer know.

Took my medications, made a cuppa and just had to sigh and smile to myself when I dropped the milk as I had a dizzy spell, bent to pick up the handily placed mop from the bucket I’m left ready for the rain to come in again and the mop broke in half!!! These Whoopsiedangleplops are getting beyond a joke now, surely they must ease off soon?

Oh, and a letter from the Bank arrived yesterday, it is in the process of being sold off, so I have to consider moving the cash to another one to be on the safe side, Olive advises me. Another job to get done… Will it never end! I beseech the Lord to save my sanity before I become unhinged, and to please save my rationale… oh that sounded good didn’t it? Cheered missen up a bit now. Hehehe!

Another cup of strong tea and then did the health checks. The pulse has gone back down nicely.

Carried out the ablutions, made anther cuppa and rang BJ, no answer, though.

Worked on a new Excel sheet for the Health Checks for an hour or two, hard work when you’re not sure what you’re doing. Haha! Got it done in a fashion.

I rang BJ again, still no answer.

Tried to do some work on a poem, but the concentration wasn’t there.

Once more I rang BJ, he was at the Social meeting. I explained the situation and asked him to inform the others.

Got the vegetables in the slow cooker.

Felt a bit frustrated still, I can’t go out to take the rubbish bins out, go to the shop, visit Olive or anything because the maintenance men who said they would arrive between 0800 > 1200hrs and who came at midnight on their last visit to tend to the kitchen window may arrive at any time? (They didn’t though)

Got the meal going, battered sausages, veg, an apple and a potato. Took a photograph of it, but once again the unfathomable Photo Genie Gremlin removed it from the SD card??? Humph!

Cleaning up after the meal, the Whoopsiedangleplops returned – I’d left the saucepan on the heat while eating and the pan was burnt beyond salvation, I tried to clean it along with the other accoutrements and managed with great ease to cut my Arthur Itis ridden finger end while cleaning the apple divider. But it was a poor effort, hardly bled at all: Perhaps the Whoopsies are easing up in severity? I do hope so.

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Companionless and feeling uncherished (although understandably so, hehe!) I WordPressed and did some graphicalisationing for hours, waiting, hoping the maintenance men would not arrive late at night. I needn’t have worried, they didn’t come at all.

TV on, dare not use the headphones in case I didn’t hear the door chime if anyone arrived, so had to watch programmes that had subtitles… not that it mattered, I’d been up for over 20 hours by then, and needed sleep and fell off into the land of nod quickly.

Inchcock Today: Tue 21st Feb 2017: Terrible day, terrible dreams!

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What a day this was. Not a good one at all.

Out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair, on its last legs creaking and struggling to move, (exactly how I felt and was [Hehe]) and to the porcelain, the innards rumbling, knees, ankles, elbows, hip and fingers all being attacked with venom by Arthur Itis, with Anne Gyna letting me know that she was not pleased with going to and on the wheel001Nottingham Eye Wheel yesterday. The effects of Walking to the Doctors and the climb into and out of the Wheel/Eye had taken its toll and Anne Gyna was not happy with me at all.

I perched there, on the porcelain, battling with the tireless strenuous eventual movements of the morning, no bleeding from Little Inchy and only a few specks from Haemorrhoid Harry; The mind turned to depression, self-loathing and self-pity. Many many minutes of moroseness filled thoughts, filled the brain all unascertainable, unanswerable and without any validity or clarity… not pin-downable? My own personal imbroglio. Despair, dejection and despondency irresistibly overcame me. These feelings gave me little elbow-room or latitude for any common sense or logicality to be adopted or acquired.

Eventually, I dismounted the porcelain, without any solutions to my dilemma of sudden depression, or any idea how to solve it. Tried to perform the regular activities. I did the blood-pressure, pulse, temperature, weighed myself, took the medication and applied the creams and lotions – but like an automaton, no drive, interest, get-up-and-go or enthusiasm at all. This worries me.

wheel19I decided next to get the photographs I’d taken while on the Nottingham Wheel/Eye thingy yesterday, posted off to my Facebook page and put some on the TFZ pages. (Troll Free Zone).

My spirits seemed to raise a little while I was doing this and creating some graphics on CorelDraw and Paint and commented on the TFZer Site.

If you like, more photographicalisations are to be found here: Nottingham Eye/Wheel Pics

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1mon09A sudden hunger arrived, and I got the nosh so early today.

The self-loathing depression had eased, but the lethargy, hebetude and apathy remained.

Yesterday’s planned jobs to do today did not materialise at all, and I was withing an hour of washing the pots – back into the depths of self-indulgent dwelling on one’s own sorrows or misfortunes. Pathetic! 

I literally settled and watched TV for hours, not even aware if what I was watching? No efforts to get up and do anything were possible, I was in the pits.

Not surprisingly, as I had done very little constructive thinking or any actual work done, when it came to bedtime, I couldn’t even nod off at all.

I got up and tried to read a book, but for some reason, it had lost its appeal to me. I put the TV on, that normally ensure I nod off, no, that failed, so I got the computer on again and fluffed about with Facebooking. Eventually, I got the head down very late.

I woke around 0245hrs and lay there in the £300 second-hand recliner, depressed, full of self-loathing, confused and considered the dreams, or rather nightmares, that were still largely in my brain, spinning around and fading fast. I had the pen and pad at the side of the chair, (unused for months of having dreams and not being able to recall any that I’d had).

Events from my youth came distortedly into the dream, happenings I’m ashamed of, but none of the few successes or happy times… Getting thrown into the Canal when I was about five was so real to me, although the timing of the incident was way out of sync with the reality, I woke up ringing with sweat.

Had to have a shower, so I shaved at the same time. Feeling a little foolish that the dream had got to me, I had a glass of spring water and got back down into the chair – I was off in seconds and the nightmares returned – I’m not even sure now that I didn’t dream having a shower and shave, but could smell the Lemon shower gel and was in some other pyjamas, having put the others in the laundry bag, so I must have?

The past times, some even pleasurable started in the dream. Many incidents from my Security Guard days where mused over I’m sure, my first romance and being bullied by the yobboes in Carrington mingles with so many odd bits interposing and all mixed up together from the long gone days, I even tried to shoot myself but could not find the 303 clip and bullets and recall I searched for them in this flat, the house I lived in 1949, the Bed Breakfast and Evening meal boarding house 1964, Nairobi in a blood wagon and other places I cannot recall clearly? Lynton Cox, befriended on Facebook, who came to visit me a couple of years ago and saved my sanity, was chasing me waving a yellow duster?

Not a good day.

Whoopsiedangleplop Highlights of Thur/Fri am 5-6th January 2017

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0230hrs: Woke with Little Inchy bleeding merrily away. Decided to add the bloodied clothing to the laundry bag and go down to the laundry room, and get the washing done straight away.

During which I managed to knock my head on the top left-hand corner of the dryer, cut my finger of the cracked metal on the filter cage, trap my finger between the door and the sink cupboard and bang my elbow on the sink drain corner.

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Noticed one of the chairs had gone missing in the foyer.

You can see the fading on the carpet where it once stood.

It reappeared later in the day?

The only highlight of the day was I got to visit Olive before I went out. She was not very well, and was now waiting further surgery. I love that woman.

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4thur12Caught the bus to the clinic. Where the investigating medical team, as they got me laying down and they examined the lesion on Little Inchy through this gigantic electric magnifying glass contraption, with a new control apparently I heard them say. As usual, I had to remove my hearing aids so as not to interfere with the thing.

The new machine was a lot larger than the old one and blocked my view of the students, nurses and Doctors reaction and giggling about the lack of size and volume of the appendage they were investigating and trying to find a way to stop bleeding. After half an hour of smutty looks and amusement for them, I was taken into a room to have some needles inserted with some yellow liquid, that stung a bit, but only a bit.

I waited on the trolley while they analysed the blood. I’d been through similar before, so made sure I’d stuffed my book to read in the dressing gown thingy.

A different Doctor returned with the two others and informed me they were going to give corticoid (I think) cream one more go, and gave me a tube of a stronger one to use this month. This one must be kept in the fridge between usage.

The female doctor said if this does not work, she will arrange for me to see a specialist surgeon and discuss the option on skin grafting.

I went back to the flat and put the tube into the fridge, then set off to Mansfield to see if I could find any of the tins of Beef Goulash at the B&M store there. They had none.

Sister Jane rang me en route, and I agreed to meet Pete in the morning in town.

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Back at the flat, I got the meal ready as I felt rather hungrier than usual.

It turned out absolutely divine tasting too! Vegetable sausages, pea-rice sticks, wonderful cooked mint flavoured beetroots, a Cox apple, chicken sticks that were not chicken but TVP I think, and the best of the lot. I’d boiled some potatoes the poured some light Soy Sauce over them and baked them for a bit with the sausage. Rated this one 9.44/10!

4thur06I carried out the BP tests as instructed. All over the place lately, up and down. I’m recording them on Excel so I can take a screenshot and email it to the doctors at the end of the week.

Then:

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I suddenly felt so tired it was hard to understand why.

I didn’t feel unwell at all, just tired and drained.

Managed to get the washing up done, then sat down and irresistibly, I drifted off.

After a couple of hours, I woke thinking it was morning, but it was tea-time, then I drifted off again!

Sometime later I woke, needing the to use the porcelain. Little Inchy was bleeding, Haemorrhoid Harold was bleeding and I had to change togs yet again. Tsk!

Sister Jane rang (I think). I nodded off once more. An hour or so later I thought I heard the phone ringing, picked it up but no one there?

a6Another hour or so and I thought it rang again… then I realised that it was the doorbell chiming. The cleaning ladies had, as they usually do, altered the tune on the bell when they used the socket. By the time I got to the door, whoever it was that had tried at least twice to contact me, had long gone. Humph!

I still felt tired, but could then not get back to sleep. Put the TV on and started to watch a documentary about the war. Nodded off t the first commercial break.

Woke again (Around 0230hrs I think) and had to go back to the wetroom to tend to Little Inchy.

Back in the £300 second-hand recliner and off to sleep again and the many weird dreams.

Woke yet again, thinking it was light, and remembering I was to meet Pete, I hastened out of the chair and as I did, I recognised that the light I thought was morning dawning was from the TV that I’d left on, and it was actually 0500hrs. Oh dear me!

Confusion reigns!

Monday 26th December 2016 – Whoopsiedangleplop

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The Reason for this marathon hobble?

A Whoopsiedangleplop!

I awoke in a rather confused state of mind – befuddled.

I called to see Olive, her son Malcolm was there and we were gossiping about something or other and it seems I drifted off into my own little world and started making no sense of what I was saying?

Malcolm took me back to the flat and had to tell me that the paramedic was on the way.

Found these notes I’d done:

1230hrs: Visiting Olive and I a lost consciousness while talking.
1245hrs: Olive rang ambulance paramedic.
1320hrs: Paramedic arrived. Tests.
1600hrs: The ambulance arrived. More tests and they took me away.
1700hrs: Arrived for more tests from different doctors and departments.
I felt a bit sorry for some of the patients in the big holding area, there must have been dozens of trolley-bound patients waiting, they all had a relative or friends with them and the resulting mayhem with patients being moved along and ever squashed further in an effort to create more room as other arrived all the  time.
2015hrs: Seen by Cardiac – After tests, I was told that I was being admitted.
2055hrs: Got ready to go to the ward.
2200hrs: Still on trolley waiting. But felt so much better and more alive.
2225hrs: Different doctor arrived with INR blood test results. Very high, 4.7. Then another blood pressure test and that was far too low after the previous one was found to be far too high. Another doctor arrived and told me to stop taking the Ramipril and Warfarin for two days, and they would let the Doctor Vindla (My GP) know of the situation.
2205hrs: I was placed in a long remote corridor along with several other patients waiting for a bed to come free. None did. The queue grew.
2255hrs: Told I was being released (No beds). Must make an appointment to see my own doctor.
Officially released.
No buses and no taxis, not that I saw any on the walk home anyway, and I had no money with me either.
Took about an hour and 45 minutes to walk home.
Strangely I enjoyed the hobble, apart from the pain from the calves. I nip in the air, and several gangs of youths kept my attention and forced a rapid rate of walking was attained and kept throughout the hobble home.
Got in and pain gelled the legs, took a codeine and ate a thick slice of shoulder ham.
Sat and fell into a deep much-needed sleep.
Slept for over nine hours.
Rang Olive to thank her for the help from Malcolm and herself yesterday. Arranged for me to visit her at 1400hrs today. When I intend to cuddle and thank her for caring for me.
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The calves were still aching relentlessly, but all the other ailments, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Haemorrhoid Harold, Harry Hernia,  Roger Reflux Valve, Duodenal Daniel, Inchies Lesion, Donald Dizzy and bruised head were of no concern at this moment.
I was just glad to be here in acceptable health and Compos Mentis.
TTFN all.

Sunday 18th December 2016: Inchcock Today: A mental wreck reporting

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Sunday 18th December 2016

Swahili: Jumapili Desemba 18, 2016

Sleep was not an option last night. Stewing, in my self-disgust and pure fear at the threats of violence I’d received, permeated my brain every time I woke up in a state with Duodenal Daniel giving me severe bother, I could not make up my mind whether I should bother with carrying on with these diaries at all, the news being so bad.

To a WRHD session, Little inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold both bleeding didn’t do anything to cheer me up. I am uncheerupable and will be until things sort themselves out and I know where I stand with the intimidation and threats.

Took the medications and sat at the computer with a mug of tea; Pondering, fretting and wallowing in shame at myself.

Today being Sunday, at least I was to stay indoors and not expose myself to the big bully boy or his Mother. I decided to make today a graphicalisationing day, I must not let this bovver boy destroy everything precious in my life.

The mind rumbled away with no positive plans, ideas or thoughts being involved. The only thing that presented itself to me was that I must not inflame the situation by revealing details of the violent personages involved.

I made another cup of tea and tried to get on with doing the graphics for the TFZer site. something to take my mind off of the threats of physical brutality.

Got it done and posted.

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whodizzStill feeling nervous.

7sun02Computerising on and off all day.

Nosh not enjoyed.

The mind toying with my sanity and safety, confusing reigning.

No getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

Then up again two hours later, full of an empty feeling.

I hope to be back again soon.

TTFN.

Inchcocks Woes – Thursday 14th December 2016: Got out to go to Arnold, got on the wrong bus and ended up in Nottingham. Oven fire. Lost shopping bag. Nothing new here then?

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Thursday 14th December 2016

In Maori: Rāpare 14 Hakihea 2016

Woken at 0330hrs, the £300 second-hand recliner in the down posIition, nibble pots scattered about me, the TV still on. I think I’d been dreaming of Sister Jane and Dad? The urge for a WRWW prevalent and responded to. A trickle of blood from Little Inchy, Haemmohoird Harold not too much bleeding either.

The urge for a WRWW prevalent and responded to. A trickle of blood from Little Inchy, Haemmohoird Harold not too much bleeding either. Got the washing and down to the launderette and loaded the machine got it started and back up for a WRHD. Not an easy affair this morning

Got the washing bag and down to the laundry room, loaded the machine got it started and back up for a WRHD. Not an easy affair this morning at all. Got the computer started and made a cuppa and took an extra Senna with the medications.

4thur02Back down to move the clothes into the dryer. Popped out the foyer door to see if I could get a photograph on the Copse in the dark.

0415hrs: Up once more to the apartment, updated this diary. Brewed a mug of tea. Finalised yesterday’s journal.

Started graphicationalisationing for the next TFZer fun creation.

Back to collect the finished clothes from the laundry room. I was a little late with concentrating on the graphics and someone had kindly thrown my clothing on top of the dryer for me.

Up, put the clothing away and got a cuppa and back to the Graphicalisationing.

Again I lost track of time and had to rush to do the ablutions in time for me to get to the Tenants Social Hour in time. Not that the impetus and joy are in going there anymore, but I did tell BJ I would be going, so. Had a refreshing shave and shower, did the teggies and treated tender, sore Little Inchy as best I could.

Got the pressies, prized and nibbles in the bag.

Popped over to see Olive, where I got a mega-telling off for asking if I could take her photo. Apparently, her hair was not suitable at that moment. But she is so sweet yet commanding with it, and the twinkle in her eye transfixes me you know. Hehe!

4thur03Off to the Social Hour.

I must say the new display in the Foyer looked fantastic with the lights on. Very homely looking?

Out to the Winwood Community Shed and put the prizes on the trolley and sat down at a bare table and awaited the arrival of my weekly tale-mates. Bill arrived, in his usual confused state, a grand bloke is Bill. Bob next, he of the ‘I want’ category. Polish Eddie then, a 93-year-old-miracle is Eddie. Full of vim and energy too. Then mate BJ arrived. He’s taken to these Tenants Hour Session has BJ, he’s taken over helping with ‘doing’ the raffle now. The women love him to bits. I hate him… Jealousy! Hehehe!  A helper, can’t remember his name, he gave me some DVDs that he had from clearing his Mothers flat out.

Said my cheerios and back to the flat. Got ready to go out into Arnold with the intention of getting some Surimi, Sourdough bread and Rice-Pea snacks from Sainsbury’s. Down to the bus stop and chatted to a few other tenants. I noticed that on the concrete bollards at the side of the kerb, the Ladybirds had gathered again.

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I took a couple of photo’s of them, there were eight bollards I looked at, and the insects were on each one. This phenomenon continues to puzzle me. Here we are in December and Ladybirds still active? Each time I see these, I tell myself to look up at them on the internet, but I always forget to.

4thur05Foolishly I got on the wrong bus, muggins here got on the inbound L9 in error for the outbound one.

Pillock with bar, that’s me!

Dropped off the bus on Upper Parliament Street and up and over the walkway and took this photographicalisation of the Nottingham shoplifters and Benefit claimants. Haha!

4thur06My alternative plan was to go in the Victoria Centre Mall and go into Tesco and have a wander around. The intended Sainsbury expedition will have to be done tomorrow. Tsk!

I took a shot from the upper floor of the ‘Everything Made of Chocolate’ stall below.

It still fascinates me. Can’t make out what the yellow and grey things are bottom right?

Window shopped my way along and down and to Tesco. Where those deadly Fresh Cream French Horns jumped into my shopping basket without me realising it. (Ahem!)

4thur07Got some bits and wandered out of the centre by the shortest route, as it was getting a bit dangerous with the crowds so large, to walk safely.

Walked into the City Centre Slab Square, avoiding the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists as best I could.

When I was coming onto Milton Street, I was approached m an ITV interviewer and cameraman and they interviewed me about Government or Local to fund social care! I stuttered and was slow in forming my answers, so I don’t think they will be using me on the box, but they might?

In the square, the ice skaters were all having fun.

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Many years ago, I tried ice skating at the arena. Ten minutes after starting and a broken ankle later, I gave up trying. Hahaha!

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The stalls and rides evoked another memory from my muddled mind. I once had a go on the Horses around 1959 it was, at Goose Fair. They say I was the first person they had that fell off of a horse.

4thur10I had a further poddle around and then Anne Gyna started playing me up, so I made my way to the bus stop to catch an L9 bus back to the welcoming ‘So glad I live here now’ flat.

As the bus pulled off and I took this photographicalisation on the right at the top of King Street, I remembered that it was the City Hospital GUM Clinic appointment today! Plonker! However, it proved so lucky I recalled this when I did, ’cause all I had to do was stay on the bus beyond the Woodthorpe Court flats, and it took me straight outside the City Hospital gate, where I dropped off. Leaving one of my bags on the bus! Plonker again!

Walked through to the other side of the compound and into the GUM clinic. Smiler was working on the reception again. I’ve learned not to bother to even attempt any verbal communications with him, just yes, no and nods is best, he understands these simple non-sociable things.

Another session of embarrassing and belittling treatment ensued. Why should whoever sees me, do the interview and update, take me to a treatment room, pants down, lie down. Giant lighted magnifying machine placed over the lower regions as I lay there pretending not to be disconcerted or flustered while she has a look, then always they fetched some other persons to have a look and give their opinion and nurses and students are summoned to have a laugh as well! Huh!

4thur12Caught the bus back to the flats at the bus stop just out of view at the end of the side road in this photographicalisation above.

So glad to get back into the apartment and get the kettle on, slippers on and a WRHD session. When it came to putting the bits I’d bought away, I realised I had only one bag – the second bag I assume, I’d left on the bus or at the GUM clinic. Twit!

Got preparing the evening meal. Sliced the boiled potatoes I did earlier into thick wedges and placed these along with the last of the lamb leg steaks in a foil tray into the oven, to cook them slowly.

Into the living room and got the DVD, one that the chap gave me this morning, ‘Extras – The Special’ and got carried away viewing it, really good it was, and I was so contended watching it – until I saw the smoke coming through the door, which thankfully was open due to not being able to be closed (Mainly because it won’t close thanks to the United Carpet fitter’s lack of skill!).

Oh dearie me… when I opened the oven door, so much smoke flooded out I was sure the smoke alarm would go off, but it didn’t – and that amazed me somewhat. Belatedly I closed the kitchen door and opened the window, bruising my knuckles on the damned fiddly switch twixt the window and wall… Sob!

I got the fodder out, and it looked fine… well marinated with smoked, but fine. Set about investigating, and the tray had leaked and the lamb juice dripped onto the bottom of the oven. It took me more than an hour to clean it up, and it ain’t properly cleaned but looks a lot better. Had to clean up the floor, the bowl, the sink, the counters, me… Humph!

4thur11The meal I’d placed in foil to try and keep it warm. It wasn’t too bad actually.

Chinese mushrooms, normal mushrooms, tomatoes, strong blue stilton cheese, garden peas, cheesy cob (Only ate one of them) anf the lamb was curiously tasteless, despite looking grand?

Took the medications with some orange juice, and settled to finish watching the DVD. Couldn’t settle properly and kept nipping into the kitchen to make sure the oven was okay, the taps not left running etc.

Lovely smell of lamb and burnt ash prevailed. Hehehe!

Worra day!

Inchies November Whoopsiedangleplop selection.

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Tuesday 1st November 2016:

Bewilderment, befuddlement and bemusement Whoopsiedangleplop day!

I dropped the pot of tablets, bent down to retrieve,

Knock off the antacid bottle, it smashed made a mess,

And it took me two hours to clean up, can you believe,

This was 0400hrs, just the start of the day’s stress!

 

Wednesday 2nd November

Not a successful day!

Needed lip-salve, extra pain killers and panty liner,

Harold Haemorrhoid bleeding badly,

Aggravation from Duo Denal and Anne Gyna,

Little Inches’ lesion was bleeding too, sadly!

 

Thursday 3rd November

PC World Fiasco

Called at PC World to ask about the being mended laptop,

Asked an assistant, a 6’4” vacant looking ankle-snapper,

Got told more lies and misled, will PC World ever stop?

And it felt like dozens of visits to the crapper!

 

Friday 4th November

Nosh Whoopsiedangleplop

Sourdough bread with the Frikadelles & mushroom,

Added to the Pasta tomato sauce with herbs, looking tasty!

Eating it, and had to rush to the wet-room,

Dropped the lot on the floor with being so hasty!

 

Saturday 5th November

Wet-room Whoopsiedangleplop

Painful, bloody, every single WRHD session,

The bowels offered only pain and suppression,

Depression was looming,

Well, that was my Impression!

 

Sunday 6th November

A slow, slow day

Rumbling Innards, dizzies and yet,

Hunger pangs emanated from the gullet,

Had a bean stew, black, red and flageolet,

Spend an hour or so on the toilet,

 

Monday 7th November

Storage Heater stopped working

I informed Obergruppenfurheress Deana,

She wasn’t happy, judging by her demeanor,

She had a look and informed the works department,

Told me they would send me a heater,

They would repair on 30th a long time to wait,

So, I had to order myself an oil-filled heater,

From Amazon, that turned out a self-defeater!

 

Thursday 10th November

When I started the computer, a black screen with the message “H/9485.455UW26 Out of range” came up? I turned it off and on again, and things seemed alright? Oh dear!

 

Friday 11th November

No heater yet

Had to use the static heater in the living room,

The loan heater was not going to arrive I assume,

Bent down to turn this on for the first time it would seem,

I treated the bruised head with Germolene.

Saturday 12th November

Fell off the stool!

Working on the internet, I managed to fall asleep,

Tumble to the floor, it was rather steep,

I leant back you see, forgetting I wasn’t in a chair,

I think I said at the time Bleep bleep bleep! 

Amazon delivered the heater, to the wrong complex,

I had to fetch and carry it, I was feeling very vexed!

 

Sunday 16th November

A bleeding awful day!

Cracked lips, Haem Aroids, even Little Inchy,

Bleeding away, and the lower regions itchy,

Even the face came up swollen and blotchy!

 

Monday 21st November

Tumble and being conned again!

Fell out of the recliner, falling on the floor,

Via the now broken Ottoman & feeling rather sore,

Email from Amazon, a ten-pound voucher I saw,

But to use it, I must purchase more,

The customer service was very poor,

Won’t use them again for sure!

Visited the surgery for INR test, all was well,

Then called at the clinic, wrong date, oh hell!

To PC world to be conned again as well,

Got all uptight with them and a nasty dizzy spell!

 

Wednesday 23rd November

Knocked-out!

Walked into the electricity box on the wall,

Slowly I think I crumbled to the floor in the hall,

Broke me left hearing aid and glasses in the fall,

Olive’s Malcolm arrived, couldn’t have timed it better at all,

Came around with me in the chair feeling despair,

Malcolm had kindly put me there,

He’d bought, and built me an office chair!

 

Thursday 24th November

Busy day

Checked the list of tasks-to-do, and decided in this order: 1030hrs L9 bus to town – Sourdough bread from Tesco – To the opticians to get glasses mended – Audio clinic for batteries and tubing (so I can repair the hearing aid I broke walking into the hallway electricity cupboard) and bus to the GUM clinic. then fetch the Betamethasone Corticoid Cream.

Shattered!

 

Sunday 27th November

Another tumble

Had a hobble up to Mapperley and the Aldi store,

Coped very well until on the way back, near Holly Tor,

Crossing the road, I tripped, tumbling to the floor!

 

Monday 28th November

Marathon Hobble

I had a marathon hobble today, 4 miles and more,

To the City Hospital, then to Bulwell and the food store,

Felt so proud of myself, feeling I could have done even more,

Afterwards, there was not a part of my body that wasn’t sore!

 

Wednesday day 30th November

Busy

The Nottingham City Homes repairman came,

To investigate and the heater and repair,

Took off the cover, spreading dust over everywhere,

Moments later he said, all done so there,

It had tripped out and I’ve reset it again

He asked for the loan heater so he could take it back,

I said; It never arrived, it never even came!

The storage radiator never did work again!

The zip on my trousers broke too!

 

I contacted Deana two days later when the radiator still wasn’t working and she said the NCH Repair team would be with me in four hours to sort it.

They never arrived!

United Carpets

British Gas

PC World

And now, Nottingham City Homes are all worthy of my contempt.

 

Inchcock Today: Wednesday 23rd November 2016: Whoopsiedangleplop ridden day again – painful.

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England due to get a bit wet? Hehe!

Wednesday 23rd November 2016

In Tamil: புதன் 22 நவம்பர் 2016

0125hrs: Another early rising for (Currently) Nottingham’s Grumpiest Pensioner.

I knew I’d been dreaming, but yet again no memories of any real details (I hate that!).

WRWW.

And checked out the nose and eye 2tue09ailments once again. It was still painful wearing the spectacles, though.

Computer turned on and made this funny addition to the photo I took, of my poor sad looking face yesterday.

I noted that the new ailments had caused Anne Gyna, Roger Reflux, Haemorrhoid Harold, Harry Hernia and Duodenal Donald to give me rest while I copped with the nose and eye hassle? Arthur Itis was not being so kind, though. Along with the back and bruised knee, Arthur continued to give me grief. The stabbing pains behind and above the left eye didn’t seem as bad as yesterday. No dizzies yet either.

Took the medications and made a brew.

Pleased to report I had not left the heater in the wetroom on, nor any taps were running either.

3wed02Updated the diaries on WordPress up to here.

The tea had gone cold, so I made another cup and took this photo through the kitchen window.

Sorted the number for a brown office chair so I can give it to Olive, to give to her Malcolm who is kindly going to fetch it and erect it for me.

The pain behind the eye is getting worse now.

0459hrs: Did some Facebooking and graphicationalisationing.

0830hrs: Started the ablutions.

Cleaning ladies arrived and pretended to clean the place. Nice chinwagging. Gave them some nibbles. They were soon gone, and I had to clean the wetroom after they had done so leaving bits of black on the floor?

I called to see Olive with the order number for the chair and the cash, that her son Malcolm is going to fetch and fit up for me. Kindness in the extreme.

While we were chinwagging, the cleaner girls returned, one of them had left her coat in my hallway. Gave Olive a kiss and cuddle and returned with them so she could get her coat from the flat.

3wed04Got the din-din going, much earlier than usual.

The legs and back were still playing up.

On my next visit to the doctor, I might ask for some anxiolytic medication of some sort, cause I’m not only in pain with the physical stuff, but getting myself in a state mentally here. Can’t make decisions and fretting over nothing lately.

Settled to read a book and the door bell rang. It was Malcolm with a large box containing the chair. As I stood to one side to let him in after greeting him, I clouted the left side of my head against the electrical box, conveniently at such a height that it allowed my shoulder to go under the box and my head to make contact with the box.

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Took these photographs Thursday morning, showing the location and how I managed to Whoopsiedangleplop my way through life once again! Hehehe!

Felt the resulting dizzy coming on and down I went. Malcolm helped me up and got me sat in the chair in the front room. Where after a while I felt a lot better and investigated, finding that I’d cracked a hearing aid, broke the glasses (Bent out of shape and sync), and had acquired a nice bruise on the head. This did not help the legs and back either. An ensuing headache, with the pain behind the eyes, was testing my metal now.

3wed05Malcolm set to erecting the chair for me, he looked an expert at it. This didn’t take him long.

I thanked him profusely for his help, and he even took away the empty boxes for me.

Bless his cotton socks.

I took a photograph of the new chair in position next to my computer, then faded fast and could only sit down and feel sorry for myself as the headaches and dizzies started, joining the legs back, eyes, nose and neck in the medley of pain! Hehehe!

Sounded good that, don’t you think? Almost poetical? Or not?

I’m not sure about the next few hours, a few WRWWs and trying to watch some TV I think. Nodded off.

Woke later finding a note on the ottoman: Prizes to meeting – Chemist prescription, GP appointment, opticians glasses to mend, clinic 1430hrs.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 20th November 2016 – Woke up warm for a change – at least the new heater works

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7sun01

Sunday 20th November 2016

In Lao: ວັນອາທິດທີ 20 ພະຈິກ 2016

0230hrs: Woke-up feeling warm and snug, then realised I’d left the oil heater on all nigh6sat04t. On minimum mind, on 2.5 with the lower switch on. Fought my way out of the £300 second-hand even wobblier than usual recliner chair and off for a WRHD session, no bleeding from Harry Haemorrhoid, but Little Inchy had been pouring, making a bit of a worrying mess.

Recalled bits of the dreams, being chased again around a desolated factory that seemed to comprise bits of all the ones I’d worked in over the years, then I was in the pantry when I was about 5 years old and was searching through Dad’s tool box?

7sun020300hrs: Made a strong mug of tea and took the medications. Then set about trying to find where and how to send Amazon an email of complaint about their delivering the goods to the wrong address. 0435hrs: I eventually got my way into an email on their site, shame, cause I’ll be damned if I could find it again. It said no replies would be sent, but I could find any comments on it from other customers at a link. After sending my email off (At least I think it went) I pressed the link and was told ‘This address is not part of the Amazon organisation?’ Humph!

Began updating the diaries for yesterday and this one. Had a look for Argos’s chairs in brown. Found the code and wrote it down for Olive’s Malcolm.

7sun05Got the potatoes in the Crock-Pot. Can you see my reflection on the lid?

All planned of course, Ahem!

Then suddenly the back started aching badly, as I thought it would after yesterday’s marathon haulage session with the Amazon boxes.

I took a photograph of me greeting my 7sun03Facebooking friends through the kitchen window… not that my Facebooking friends were in the window like, if you know worra mean? The appearance of the kitchen in the background and the morning lights on the streets looked a little different.

Not a good photo, just an odd one.

Made another brew and did some Facebooking for hours and hours.

The little heater was working well, the thermostat keeps coming on and off.

Got readied and tended to my ablutions. Little Inchy was not bleeding so bad now, but the back and hips were aching badly from the self-delivery efforts from yesterday and the Amazing Amazon cock-up.

Went to see Olive and collected some jars from her to take to the recycle bins on my way to Aldi later. Nice chinwag and off I set off up Chestnut Walk on a 7sun01gentle amble up Sherwood Vale to Mapperley top and down Woodborough Road to Aldi, then on towards town and down the steep hill on Mapperley Rise, and back to Chestnut Walk just in time, as the rain started to join the horrible winds that were prevalent.

I set out on hobble, dropping the jars in the bin on Chestnut Walk. On the way up Sherwood Vale, I couldn’t resist taking a photograph of my favourite little bit of wild intended trees.

7sun02I took two actually, the first one, then zoomed in to show the new growths forcing their way through amongst the dying off ones. Nature never fails to amaze me. For an evanescent moment, I was transported into a dream world of pleasure – don’t laugh, but I was.

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Towards the top of Sherwood Vale, I clambered behind some garages onto a footpath to take a photograph with a difference.

Of an area that has only one roadway into and out of the private mini sized housing estate.

Doing this started the back and legs aching even more.

Getting back out again, decided me I would not try to do anything like this again.

Hehe!

As I pressed onwards up the hill again to the main road, passing a badly 7sun03parked vehicle on the pavement, as I took a shot of this car a dog came from nowhere and proceeded to shake his tail and lick me on the face – yes, face!

It was the second biggest Alsatian I’ve ever seen. Massive he was! When he hit me with his tail, he nearly had me over! Someone from somewhere whistled and off he went. Made the day for me!

Turned right along to the Aldi store and got some bits. They had no TV papers in, though. Got cheese rolls, PeaRice snacks and a packet of Fresh Cream Doughnuts jumped into the basket. I didn’t want to offend them by putting them back, so I kept them. Hehehe!

7sun05Turned right down Mapperley Rise and the rain started a little, and the wind got up something awful!

Not much vehicular activity, or many folks around either now.

As I rounded the bend in the photo, a chap was coming up the hill and eating a sandwich, as he approached to pass me he said, it a loud clear voice; “I told you, nobody listens!” in an educated posh voice. He muttered “Ah well”, and carried on up the hill whistling as he went.

I pondered on what an interesting little walk I’d had. I’d been of use to Olive for once in taking her jars of the bins, got a beautiful (to me anyway) photograph of the wild woods, Been shown affection by a giant Alsatian and been given advice by a stranger?

Feeling oddly contented I pressed on and as I crossed over the road towards Chestnut Walk – Whoopsidangleplop! Over I went as I tripped on some uneven bit of road tar.

Bruised the knees a bit, but nothing too bad at all, felt a fool mind, good job no one was around. Pulled the back again, though, and that has bothered me since the event. Hey-ho!

WRWW and g7sun06ot the fodder on the go straight away.

Minced beef, vegetables, fresh mushrooms, sliced boiled potatoes then roasted them, tiny tomatoes, two cheese rolls and those Fresh Cream Doughnuts that jumped of their own accord, into the basket when I was in the Aldi store.

As time passed the back started giving me grief.

Little Inchy was inspected and had not been bleeding so much this time. Crossed fingers on this.

I then had a sentient of an impending disaster/occurrence of a different nature to normal? Within two days methinks!

Took the medications and settled in the £300 second-hand recliner and faded, so tired.

Saturday 19th November 2016 Inchcock Today: Amazon Delivery Cock-up makes me ill!

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6sat01

Saturday 19th November 2016

In Cebuano: Sabado sa ika-19 nga Nobyembre 2016

0215hrs: Jumped awake again, feeling nervous and fretting for some reason?

It was well cold this morning, (58°f in the kitchen), To the wetroom for a heavy duty session that went okay, but Little Inchy was bleeding badly again, more washing to do. Cleaned and medicated the lesion area, that looks to be getting larger and spreading. Much thicker and longer area affected this time compared to the last troubles. Uncomfortable with this. But, let’s not complain cause Roger Reflux and Arthur Itis are being kind to me. Anne Gyna a bit bothersome, though.

Coughing a lot.

Put on some thick clothes, and swapped the one I had on for a much thicker woolly hat.

Put the expensive to run convector heater on. A costly thing to do I know, but it soon had the room warmed up.

I should be getting the mobile oil-filled heater coming today, I just hope I have the tools if it needs any putting together (Wheels, etc.).

7sun03aMug of tea and took the medications. Sorted the pots out ready for next week.

0415hrs: Turned off the heater.

I must remember tomorrow at the INR test, to request a prescription for some more Betamethasone cream. Oh, I mean on Monday of course. 

Oh, I meant on Monday of course. 

Got the computer on and did some of the diaries catching up.

Then had a go on Facebook. Did some graphics for TFZers.

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Done my ablutions.

Little Inchy tended to again.

6sat02Made a cuppa and I could feel the cold through the kitchen window.

Took this shot of the frosty grass beneath.

The flipping temperature in the kitchen had gone down to 57°f now!

I’m hoping the deliveries don’t arrive early now, cause if they do, I’ll have time to nip into Sherwood and get a TV mag and some bread. After yesterday’s indoor all day effort, I need to get a bit of exercise? But am anxious about going out in the cold weather – despite the heatless sun coming out. Radio Nottingham gave out a warning about thigh winds and rain coming too.

Did some word searching, for some to use, later.

Facebooked for hours.

Checked on the Amazon Parcel Tracker site and it told me it had been delivered?

I put channel 801 on the TV and watched it as I got the fodder started off cooking. 801 is the CCTV of the lobby entrance, then I could see when the delivery came and watch them press the panel to ring me to be let in, that was the plan anyway.

Two hours later, the intercom rang. Which confused me at first, cause there was nobody on the screen using the intercom? I answered, and it was the NCH security, telling me that the residents of 72 Winchester Court had called them because they had opened their door and found two parcels addressed to me at 72 Woodthorpe Court outside their door! Marvellous! So another Whoopsiedangleplop I cannot be blamed for!

I made my way down to the foyer, out on Chestnut Grove and up to the Winchester Flats, where surprisingly my fob worked on the door. Up the much better and newer lifts than those in Woodthorpe and to the flat 72. The lady at the door bless her, spoke very low and I had to guess at what she was saying, but I got the bigger of the two boxes that had been left blocking a tenant’s door and somehow managed to get it back to my own place. Stopping very often to catch me breath and have a breather. I got it into the spare room and sat for a few minutes, Anne Gyna playing up something awful now. Back down and to the other number 72 again and collected the heater in the box.

6sat03Got it back, called in to see Olive en route. She pointed out that I was lucky that someone had not stolen the boxes. We had a chinwag, and she said her grandson Malcolm would fetch a chair like the one he has got for her for her computer and fit it up for me. She told me to look them up on Argos and give her the number for the one I fancied.She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the little oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.

She let me sit on her new one, and it was super comfy with armrests on it. I decided to send the one back to Amazon telling them I might have broken it with having to struggle to carry it so far due to their error in delivering it to the wrong address. A cuddle and I returned to the flat to assemble the small oil-filled radiator and get it going to test it.

Oh boy, how long do you think it took me to get the wheels attached? Ten minutes, twenty minutes or over an hour due to me keeping losing the nuts repeatedly?

6sat04Very pleased with how it works, though. Two power buttons, low and high and a thermostat that I set on 2.5 on the up to 5 scale thingy.

As I got it going, I remembered the cooking, shot into the kitchen in a semi-panic.

Found I had not turned the power on to the cooker, so nothing got burnt. Huh!

Got the beef in bean sauce and potatoes in the oven stirred again and pottered about in the kitchen listening to the radio while it cooked.

6sat05Again, with the vegetables I’d cut the onions and peppers into too large a pieces and they were not cooked properly. Fool!

Gratin Potatoes were excellent and tasty.

The knees started to play up, and Anne Gyna was not happy at all with me. The exertions of moving the boxes and wrestling on the floor with the heater assembly were taking their toll on me now.

Tired as I was, sleep, that has been easy over the last week, was resisting me. Read and finished the Quintinshill book and put it with the Clarkson book to take to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. Desperate now, if reading didn’t get me to sleep, and watching the TV failed as well confused me again.

Put a DVD on, and that seemed to work, at last, hours later than usual I drifted off.