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Inchcock Today Fri 7 Oct 16: Hobble to Goose Fair to get some photographicalisationing done – Mistake that turned out to be, Humph!

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Friday 7th October 2016

Laid there for a while, trying to recollect the details of the dreams, but only rough outlines were there. Nothing concrete. 0400hrs: Rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and out or a WRHD.

To the kitchen to make a cuppa and take the medications.

Updated the dairies, popped on the scales, realised I needed to get some exercise in, so decided to go to have the walk around the Nottingham Goose Fair later today. Take some piccies for my TFZer cyber pals.

Opened the curtains to find it was raining and very windy outside. This raised the question, should I go out hobbling in this weather?

At 0545hrs, some bad person from the twelfth floor dropped something down the rubbish chute – Tsk! It didn’t bother me, partly due to me partial deafness and me being up anyway, but I thought it was not nice for anyone still sleeping to be woken up at this time in the morning!

Finished the diaries and started this one off. Did a bit more work on the new Graphics for TFZers.

Did the ablutions and carbolicalisationing of my nether regions.

Popped in to see Olive. She was in excellent, good nick again today. After several telling offs, (Well two), she gave me her rubbish bags to drop into the chute and kissed me goodbye. This brought an old song to my mind…

♫ “Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Cheerio, here I go, on my way
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye
Not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay
Give me a smile I can keep all the while
In my heart, while I’m away
‘Till we meet once again, you and I
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye” ♫

This is, the rather tiring and painful route I then took, to get to the Nottingham Goose Fair, calling into the GP surgery en route.

Set out along Chestnut Walk to the end and right down onto Winchester Hill.

It was threatening to rain again, but the wind was not high as had been forecast. As yet.

As I walked down the hill, a young lady passed me, and I noticed her hair colouring.

I spied the roof on the National Laundry buildings on the hill. Now V

A bit dodgy looking I thoughts, and this took me back to thinking about the problems with the roof on the old house, and difficulties I had with Cowboy Builders trying to get it sorted out.

I felt so happy suddenly, knowing all that is behind me now at last.

As I sang aloud Frank Ifield’s “She Taught Me How to Yodel”.

A young lady overtook me on the pavement and smile at me, then burst out laughing as she carried on!

I have to say; I liked her hair colouring a lot.

I pressed on to Sherwood, then Carrington and called in the surgery to confirm the date and time for my next INR blood test. She verified Tuesday 11th October for my Pneumonia Jab, Tuesday 18th for a for the Reflux Tests, Wednesday 19th for the Trental blood checks and Monday 24th for the next INR test. Glad I went in and asked now! Hehe!

Carried on through Carrington and right into Gregory Boulevard passed the island with the Giant Goose on it as is usual and over the zebra crossing.

Along the Boulevard towards the actual Goose Fair Site

Still early yet, not many folks about at all.

Spotted this part full bottle of full-fat milk on a tree stump at the side of the road.

As I took a look at it, a Pavement Cyclist nearly had me over; the git brushed against my left arm making me jump a bit. Humph! He was too quick to me photographed, and I’d just put the camera away from taking the milk shot.

As I neared the fair, I took this zoomed photographicalisation of it.

Almost barren of visitors?

I turned left at the junction and walked up into the grounds.

Took some photographs of food stalls to put on the TFZ site later.

On the way out of the grounds, another Pavement Cyclist almost had me over – got him this time cause I had my camera in my hand taking the food retailers shots.

The git!

The feet and knees were pretty bad as I climbed the hill and down, the up again into the City Centre.

Noticed this Murder of Crows nearby, and as I could see as I got close to them, it became apparent why they had gathered. One of them had stolen some pitta bread, and they all now wanted a piece.

I got into town and called at the Poundland Shop and had a look for bargains, as I had a while before the L9 bus was due.

Found some Thermal Socks at two pairs for a quid.

Had a stroll, well, a rather painful limp really, around.

I noticed that Clinton Street was in its usual cram-packed with shoplifter…, no, I am shoppers condition.

Made my way back to the L9 bus terminus and awaited its arrival.

Thought it might rain for a moment, but it passed.

Caught the bus and when we had gone about 3 miles, the roads were all soaked, so somewhere had the rain then.

Met some tenants at the bus stop when I arrived home, only time the littlest gossip as I was in need of a desperate WRWW and to get into me slippers! Hehe!

Which I did ASAP after getting in. Got the vegetables warming and potatoes simmering. The lamb hotpot ready to go in the oven later.

Sorted the photographs I’d taken and got them on the laptop. Updated this for an hour or so, then got the lamb into the oven.

Anne Gyna was easing off a bit now. Had some tomato juice with the medications then onto Facebook for a while.

Started doing Facebooking and the fire alarm went off. So I’m off to investigate.

Nothing found anywhere, no Emergency services arrived. Am I going potty and hearing things? (More than usual that is, hehe!)

The aches and pains were making me suffer for me marathon hobble. Tsk!

Took the medications.

Got the fodder served up.

A tasty effort tonight. The last lamb hotpot, Crock-pot vegetables, mushrooms, carrots, swede, garden peas and leeks, two boiled potatoes.

Followed by a lemon drizzle, a banana and an apple. Perfect!

Almost fell asleep eating it, I was so worn out and aching all over. But I’d had a good days exercise and enjoyed doing the photographs.

Tried to watch some TV, but it was a ridiculous attempt, nodded off so many times I got confused as to what time and day it was when kept waking up. Hehehe!

Inchcock Today Tuesday 4th October 2016: Fodder and scales disaster – humph

Tuesday 4th October 2016

0310hrs: Rose out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not a bad one, microscopic bleeding from Haem Aroids and Little Inchy’s lesion was okay too.

No recollections of the dreams.

Made a brew, laptop on and finalised Monday’s post. Took the medications.

Did not want to get too involved with the laptop this morning, for fear of forgetting to get ready in time for BJ arriving.

Facebooked a bit. Did get carried away doing a bit more work on the new TFZer graphic, so had to rush about a bit to get the ablutions done in time – Humph! Took the mobile and camera in the shower with me… not under the water you understand. Now, why did I take the camera in with me I suspect you’ll want to know? So would I! Tsk!

All cleaned and carbolicalised, I added the towels to the laundry bags, two big sacks today.

Updated this while I waited for the call from BJ. No call yet: so I nipped in the wetroom and had me shower and shave – BJ rang me – out of the shower answered the phone, he’ll pick me up at 0815hrs at the end of the road. Back in the shower.

Got ready, three bags to carry down and limped down and to the end of Chestnut Walk. Or Chestnut Way whichever it is.

As I waited for BJ, I took this photo. I stuck the lens of the camera through the net wire fencing to take it.

Thought I might get some of the tenant’s allotments in it, but missed them.

Still, the dwelling below and the greenery looked beautiful, I thought.

BJ arrived at 0839hrs. His being late was no surprise or hiatus. If ever he does arrive on time, that will be the time to worry! Hehehe!

As we went down Winchester Hill into Sherwood, I saw the house that is currently for sale for only £185,00. A bargain BJ thought.

Then he told me it cost £9,500 when it was built.

Makes you think dunnit? Well not me, but anyone wiv a brain like Haha!

We were soon at the launderette.

Conveniently sited next to my Chemists. With the doctor’s surgery, grandly renamed The Sherringham Surgery only a few hundred yards away. They merged Sherwood and Carrington together to make the new name.

BJ explained to me that the opened half an hour later and the attending staff hour had been cut too. Still, I got two machines despite the rush of folks there this morning. Got the washing machines going, and I nipped off to the surgery.

One nurse gave me the flu jab, then another did the Enoxaparin injections. Soon all done, gave then the nibbles and returned to the launderette and BJ. An hour or so and we were on the way to Asda (Walmart) on Hyson Green. Where to my dismay, I found out that they did not have any of the Nordic Style Bacon in stock again! Humph!

I did use their WC and got some orange and lemon flavoured spring water, wash-up liquid, pretend king prawns, a lamb hotpot, a knife sharpener, and two ciabatta cobs.

BJ ran me back to the flats and dropped me right outside the foyer door, bless his cotton socks.

Called to see Olive on my way up, but as expected, she was not in, it must be her Scrabble Session day.

To the flat and another WRWW tended to.

Put the washing away and sorted the accoutrements out for the next laundry.

Tidied the kitchen up and onto the laptop to update this and have a while on Facebook.

Got the chips in the oven, the triple-fried ones, not nice I know, but I don’t want to waste them. Beetroot, chestnuts, cheese, tomatoes, an apple, a banana and BBQ chicken legs for fodder tonight.

Had another look around for the missing odd socks… well, you never know your luck?

Got the nosh served up. 

The Asda Walmart BBQ chicken legs were the most horrible, putrid, offensive, dreadful, rank, rancid, loathsome, nasty, foul and offensive, malodorous, noisome, undercooked, plastic tasting poultry that I have ever had the bad, nay, grossly unfortunate fortune to taste in my entire long, unhappy, bullied, pain ridden, tedious, Whoopsiedanglelop filled life!

Just thought I’d mention this.

Of course, the first bite into one of these life-threatening so-called edible chicken legs was enough for me to deposit them in bags and seal them to try and mask the smell, into the waste bin immediately.

Along with the tasteless chips, this proved to be one of my worst meals ever.

To make things worse, when I had a wash afterwards and popped onto the scales…

They indicated that I was at my heaviest weight ever! And, considering I had not eaten much of the fodder and had just had a WRHD session before weighing myself; Surely I should have lost weight, not gained 2lb?

Now depressed and weary, I settled to watch some TV. And found I was mentally repudiating hope.

Humph!

Inchcock Today Sunday 2nd October 2016: Made many brews and stewed with the blues!

Sunday 2nd October 2016

I’d been dreaming of Sister Jane and my being chased by a gaggle of green coloured geese along a plush maroon carpeted corridors? Can’t recall anything else.

0300hrs: Woke in almost a panic, had to clamber out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair without waiting for it to operate as I had the most compelling and urgent need of a WRHD and WRWW session. Knocked over the stuff on the ottoman and hit me knee in the process of getting to the porcelain.

Talk about close shave – I almost, but somehow managed to avoid a rather messy Whoopsiedanagleplop with seconds to spare! Phoo, I mean Phew? Hehe!

When I got back to the chair, I found I’d tipped over the remainder of the fresh orange juice, the pen and pad, the mobile phone and the Twiglet box. oh dear! Cleaned up the mess, a stain on the carpet will need some attention later – Huh!

Picked up the bits then struggled to get back up from being on my knees and vacuumed with the little machine so as not to disturb my neighbours with the noise from using the big one. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna showed their disapproval of me morning exercises. And the bending caused the Little Inchy lesion to start bleeding, badly this time. I suppose with this problem, I should be glad to have a miniature appendage, if I’d got a normal one, it would have got squashed and bled even more?.

Cleaned up the lesion, and applied the Hydrocortisone cream. Rubbed some 10% Phorpain Gel on the knees and elbows. Found that Haem Aroids were bleeding now too, Humph! Applied some of the Hemorrhoidal cream generously.

WRWW.

What a start to the day! I could get depressed you know… Hehe!

I was aching all over, not like Johnny and the Pirates, Shaking all over. ♫ When you move in right up close to me – That’s when I get the shakes all over me – Quivers down my backbone – I’ve got the shakes down the kneebone
Yeah havin’ the tremors in the thighbone – Shakin’ all over ♫

Did the BP test while I was doing the medicationalisationing with an extra pain-killer. Then took the morning medications, and had another WRWW.

Made another strong brew, and got the laptop on and did the Inchcock Today thingies.

WRWW.

Did some CorelDraw 8 graphicalising.

WRWW.

Checked the emails and went on Facebook.

Got the cheesy potatoes prepared and into the oven.

Carried out the ablutions and went to see Olive. She was not in a good mood, and I felt I was intruding. Olive told me how to clean the windows using vinegar. Left after ten minutes chinwag and returned dispirited to flat 72.

Got in, WRWW and got on with cleaning the kitchen window. Managed to get it opened and turned 360° a little easier than usual. They came up a lot better than when I’d use the bottled window cleaner, with the benefit of with having the cheesy potatoes in the oven and smelling nice, the place felt like a fish and chip shop. Hehe!

Cleaned the window surrounds and ledge. Too painful to do the floor, as Anne Gyna was visiting me again.

WRWW.

Took the potatoes out and bashed them up with cheese, a knob of butter, oregano, vinegar, salt and cheese granules. Flesh back in the skins forked the top and back in the oven

Watched a bit of another Man from Uncle film from the DVD, kept nipping in to see if they had browned enough.

WRWW.

Potatoes ready, I served up my Sunday dinner.

Krakowska meat, roast onions, skinned apple, chestnuts, tomatoes, crispy, cheesy seaweed and beetroots.

Banana and lemon drizzle to follow.

This went down very well, the potatoes were gorgeous.

WRWW.

Must not forget the INR Warfarin blood test on Monday and laundry visit and flu jab at the surgery on Tuesday.

Took the evening medications.

Back to the DVD, feeling well tired, and soon drifted off.

Inchcock Today Saturday 1st October 2016: Shoppaholic Inchcock

Saturday 1st October 2016

0300hrs: Up for another WRWW and stayed up, the sleep was not good. For some reason, the brain was rambling and confused this morning. But I remembered to say the White Rabbits like.

Thinking back about the dreams I’d had, one involving some activity with Grizelda from 1960, and the knowledge dawned that these wonderful experiences will never take place again, didn’t do me a lot of good. Hehehe!

Went into the kitchen and turned on the light… Whoopsiedangleplop time again! – I’d left the tap running in the sink when I put the pots in the bowl to soak last night! No hot water again! Worra plonker with bar. Tsk!

Sorted the week’s medication pots out. Another WRWW.

Laptop on and checked the emails, Google Calendar (Nowt on for today) and finalised and posted the Friday Diary.

Took a photo from the kitchen window with the reflection from the doorway on it, so made this graphicalisation for a bit of fun.

I might try later on, to do a TFZer Caption Competition with it?

What do you think?

Carried out the daily ablutions and took the rubbish bags to the waste chute.

Wrapped up warm and set off down to the bus stop. Lots of tenants there waiting for buses, but none for the one I wanted. So no gossiping on the way to Arnold, today.

Got a decent ‘Moody Photograph’ at the bus stop, facing North behind the apartment blocks.

For some reason, it came out darker than it actually was? Perhaps cause the sun was shining through a gap in the clouds?

This young Mother had her daughter lose on the handlebars of her bike as cycled along on the pavement.

Dropped off at Sainsburys had a bit of luck there. I found the Surimi seafood I wanted and forgot where I got it from. Along with some Marmite cheese bites and a packet of cooked chestnut.

Sauntered gently and slowly along the road to the Arnold Market Place, only a few stalls, a terrible fruit and veg one, a bric-a-brac one, and one selling old DVDs.

I might nip back to have a decker there when I get my shopping done: if there is time before the bus arrives to get me back to the porcelain at the flat. Hehe!

Hobbled to Boyes Store in search of some foot and shoe spray they often have in stock at £1 a can. They had some, so I got one of each.

Limped to the Saver Shop next door and searched for the Neutradol Fabric Freshener Spray, in luck again, so I got a couple of them too. Along with a toilet block cleaner and some razors.

Then along to the Fulton Food Store and got just a Special Priced short-dated pack of Oxo Beef Onion & Rosemary gravy cubes. 67p marked down from £1-69 it said.

The bags were getting heavier now, I struggled over the road and into the Asda (Walmart) store to get some fresh stuff. Got some vine tomatoes, the last pack of four Cox’s apples, a bag of King Prawn imitation seafood things (Nice) and a pack of two lemon frizzles.

The bus was not due for a while yet, so I went to the photography printing machine and ordered some photographs that I took last Thursday of some tenants at the Social Hour. I ordered them to be ready in two days, so I must remember to collect them on Monday or Tuesday. Crossing my fingers on this one! Paid for them, very cheap when you order and give them time, only cost 25p a print this way.

Grappling with the now heavy bags I made my way to the bus stop. The bus, as they all seemed to be late arriving.

Caught the L9 bus, as we waited in the queue of traffic I noticed the Arnold Fish Bar.

This is the one that got such good reviews on the web.


A shame, it is so far from home, or I could try it out.

Then again, there are no shops or takeaways near the flats at all. The nearest being in Sherwood: and a sad selection to pick from too. So by the time I got to fetch any eat-out food, it would be well cold by the time I get it back to the apartment.

At the mini-Island near the Sainsbury store, we had a long wait in the traffic jam.

I did get some entertainment there, though. The right hearing aid picked up some static and the odd word from someone communicating with a control room? That’s the second time this has happened to me, despite the Audio Team telling me this cannot occur!

Back to the flats and hastily lugged the bags up and got a much needed WRWW, just in time too.

Made a cuppa and got the Triple-Fried oven chips cooking, and made up the plate for my home-made Fish Supper of sorts.

Laptop on to update this a bit.

Got the fodder served up, battered fish cake, Surimi, two false prawns, strong cheese cubes, tomatoes, beetroot, shrimps, mushrooms and the terrible tasting never to be tried triple fried chips again!

Apart from the chips, everything else went down well enough. The Surimi is especially tasty.

Cleaned the dishes and settled to watch the first of the Man from Uncle films from the DVD I’d purchased from the Arnold Market.

I’d forgotten how badly they were made and produced!

By gum, it took me back, though. Robert Vaughn as Napoleon Solo, David McCallum as Illya Kuryacin, and Leo G Caroll as Mr Waverley.

Despite the pathetic script they all played it dead seriously too.

Loved it. I even stayed awake all through it!

Took me back to the days when I had my own heart, hair, hope and I didn’t look like a hylaeosaurus. Hehe!

Put the TV on and soon started to nod off. Sprung awake, an hour or two later, desperate for a WRWW.

A thirst had developed, would that have been through eating the fish meal?

Took this close up from the window of some ‘Moody’ looking dwellings.

Dreamt of Sister Janet earlier, we were in Welbeck School Yard, and she chased off some lads having a go at me. Bless her!

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today, Wednesday 28th September 2016: Not my most anacreontic day

But, you just can’t help it!

Wednesday 28th September 2016

Stirred around 0530hrs, after what I think was a much needed decent kip. No memories of any dreams again.

Feeling ready for a mug of tea, I escaped the working noisily again £300 second-hand recliner chair and to the kitchen. Nervously viewed the sink area for any more mysterious leaks, all okay.

The feeling of anticipation of finding something I’d done wrong, missed or forgotten overcame me?

Made a brew and started the laptop, then the call to the WRHD session arrived, and I responded. A lot easier this morning. No blood anywhere.

Did some Facebooking and WordPressing for a few hours.

Got the ablutions done around 0900hrs, so as to be ready for when the Home Cleaner gals arrived.

Called to see Olive and received several telling offs for various things. So I knew she was in good form. Took her some Cox’s apples. The cleaning ladies were there, due to come to do me next. A chinwag, a kiss and a cuddle with Olive, and I returned to number 72.

The ladies arrived and nearly did some cleaning. Not too happy with their session today, many areas were untouched. But did I have the guts to say owt to them? No! Humph!

Off they went, and I got ready for my bus and trammed trip out to get some Nordic Bacon from the Asda on Hyson Green, the only place I’ve found that sells it.

Caught the L9 into town (It was nice not to get on the wrong bus).

Walked down into the Slab Square tram stop and got one the few stops to the Asda (Walmart) store on Radford Road.

Made my way straight to the Continental meats fridge.

Only to find they had none of the Noric style bacon in stock! Grumph! I got some giant spuds. Disappointed, I departed and caught a tram back into town.

The Slab Square as now cleared of the stall, amusement and eating stalls.

I had plenty of time before the L9 bus back to the flats was due. So I had a wander around for a while.

There were plenty of  Nottingham Pavement Cyclists around.

And even more of the poor Big Issue Sellers, they seemed to be on every corner. Each one looked so depressed, you can’t help but feel sorry for them. I slipped a couple of quid to the one near the Theatre Royal, cause up until then she looked so much sadder than any of them.

I went around the block and back into the Square, where I saw a chap who had taken his dog into the fountains to let him drink from the spray.

I got the camera out too late to picture the furiously wagging tailed dog enjoying himself.

But the bloke seemed a good loving owner, as he walked through the water his shoes and feet must have got a soaking.

Caught the L9 and as it travelled along Upper Parliament Street, I managed to get a shot of one of the new electric battery powered street cleaning machines through the buses window.

It appeared he had on trousers or overalls that had one black and one orange coloured legging?

Back to the apartment block and just in time for a WRWW too! Phew!

I felt a bit weary suddenly and resigned myself to settling with a mug of strong Thompson’s tea and falling asleep in the hard chair while at the laptop. Luckily I didn’t fall off, although it was a close call when I woke up.

Got the meal prepared. A big un!

Excellent new potatoes dotted with Vegemite, roast onions, mini chicken sausages, tomatoes, BBQ chicken legs, chopped apple, a piece of pork pie and some beetroot.

Ate it all up and once again settled to watch the selected TV programmes I’d chosen. Not a chance, I was off into the land of nod within minutes!

I did wake up an hour or two later, in need of a WRHD session. Remembered a bit of what I’d been dreaming. Seems I was in power over the world, I instantly wished something to happen and it did, I demanded peace and love throughout the world, and it came! But the scientists who create medications refused to use animal products and all sorts of diseases reappeared and the population of the world were all dead within months once the supply of drugs was dried up. I think I was in a courtroom later, being tried by ghosts? An idea for a book or film this I thought?

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today, Tuesday 27th September 2016: The mystery/riddle of the liquid on the kitchen floor and my views of youth was restored

Still, yer don’t like to complain does yer!

Tuesday 27th September 2016

Sprang awake at 0400hrs, desperate for a WRHD session. Climbed out of the £300 second-hand recliner chair and out and onto the Wet-Room porcelain. Bliss! Decided there would be no need for me to take any Senna with my medications later.

No recollections of any parts of the dreams I knew I’d had and didn’t like?

Went into the kitchen to make a brew and then: The mystery of the splashed water miracle!

Where did it come from, when, how, why?

I checked the cabinets, inside the cupboards, on the counters, the ceiling… no signs of anything liquid anywhere else?

Had a sniff of the paper towel as I soaked up the riddle come brain-teaser liquid. Seemed, that it had no aroma or colouring?

There were some splashes of the liquid on a bottle of a pop bottle nearby, this only confused me more as to what the heck had happened?

I checked it regularly, but there were no more appearances of any liquid after I’d soaked up what there was when I found the spillage? Befuddled, I tried to get on with doing the usual inane activities as usual, and not to worry about this almost eerie happening.

Made the brew and took the morning medications.

As I took this photo, I realised that there were only eleven tablets, not the twelve there should have been? So I checked in the pots to find out which one was missing. It was the 50g Oxycodone Capsule. Looking back into the day’s pot I’d emptied them from into my hand, there she was, clinging to the side of the bowl… not wanting to come out! Hehe! First month on these too. Dr Vindla changed the prescription for me to try these in place of the Tramadol for some reason, I forget what it as now.

I checked the kitchen floor again for leakages or spillages of liquids, but all clear. (I’m metagrabolised by the puzzling phenomenon of the liquids appearance).

Did some graphics and posted them to Facebook.

Got the latest TFZer effort completed at last. Listened to some Acker Bilk jazz while I was finishing it off.

Checked the sink floor again, no sign of the mystery leaker/splasher returning.

I think perhaps it might just have been me doing something in my sleep? Can’t think of anything else, but then, if I’d done it while sleepwalking, how did I escape from the £300 second-hand recliner? When, why, how… Oh, I’m all mixed up now thinking about it!

1010hrs: Got the ablutions done so I could be pleasant smelling and sweet, in case Olive is in when I call.

A bit of tidying up here and there, then got an Email telling me I could collect my order from Asda twixt 1800>1900hrs tonight.

Went off to visit Olive and we had a good chinwag and cuddle. She called and arranged for a taxi for me for tonight to go to and back from Arnold to collect the order. A kiss or two and a cuddle, then back to the apartment.

Got something to eat, cause I knew I’d be so tired by the time I got the shopping all sorted later.

Did some more graphicalisationing. And got a couple of big bags and went down to wait for the Taxi. Took me back thinking of when I used to work for the Cab Company DG, many years ago. I hated it.

Had a few nice mini-conversations with several tenants. A man and a woman chatted away about what horse won what race at different meetings. Obviously addicted to gambling, they then spoke about web gaming sites and which was the best to use. But they were happy. One chap has dead the same problems as I do with his memory. As he was telling me about how he was affected, I thought ‘This could be me talking!’

The DG car arrived, and we were off to Arnold in no time. Excellent driver, I told him about how things were at the company years ago, I got the impression that, apart from the computerisation of the system, things were still as bad and hate filled.

We dropped off outside Asda, him using the taxi rank to park up, and I went into the store, found the Automatic Click & Collect Machine, had to call someone to help me with it, she showed me and told me to wait here and someone will bring the goods to me. So I did. Bought a TV magazine for next week while I waited. It only took about 6 minutes or so for a gal to arrive with the order in a trolley. As I pushed it out into the street back to the cab, I wondered how much I’d been charged for waiting time?

The chap put the shopping in his boot and as I was taking the trolley back, three youngsters passing (15-16-year-olds), Took the trolley off me and said: “We’ll take that back for you old timer – have a good day!”

I was surprised and had to reevaluate my ideas about modern youth!

The driver cunningly took a slightly longer route back to the flats. Where he charged me the £13.50 (USD $17.55 – AUS $ 22.86 – CAN $ 23.20) for the trip. However, he did lift the bags into the lift for me.

In the flat, I realised why Asda had made my order a Click & Collect instead of delivery – it would have been due to my Whoopsiedangleplop on the previous order, when I forgot about it and went out, thus causing them a lot of hassle. Maybe they decided not to risk me doing the same again?

I put away the groceries and now have mega-overfull cupboards, fridge and freezers.

Got a cuppa and fell asleep. When I woke to throw away the cold mug of tea and replace it, the skyline outside looked amazing to me.

Settled again and tried to watch some TV, fell asleep again when I got a phone call on the landline. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got to it in time. No hearing aids in of course, cause I had been using the headphones to listen to the TV. Only caught bits of what whoever it was, was saying, and he said a lot that I could not understand. I did pick up that he wanted to know what my postcode was, though. So I said ‘No’ and rang off. He rang back (I assumed it was him) three times, but I didn’t answer. I just believed it was a cold caller or someone after my details? Being half asleep and no hearing aids in when he rang… I wonder who it was? Obviously, not anyone who knew me, or they would not have rung at this time of night knowing I’d be flaked out?

Tsk!

Inchcock Today – Friday 23rd September 2016: Whoopsiedangleplops continue – Humph!

Friday 23rd September 2016

Venerdì 23 Settembre 2016

Kept waking up throughout the night, I think I may have been having the same type of dream repeatedly? I kept trying to get up out of an old tin bath, and people would stop me. I’d found myself in a courtroom and I’d be charged with something (So annoying that I can’t remember what, though), and was fined astronomical amounts of cash, and be confined to the old bath and given an ASBO by a laughing judge with a beard every time?

0510hrs: I stirred and took the medications with an extra Senna, and tended to a WRHD session. NOT GOOD! Painful again, and Little Inchy’s lesion was bleeding once more after I’d gone weeks without this happening too! Damnations, I thought this had been sorted, Huh! Combined with my Memory Whoopsiedangleplops of recent, and depression set in.

For some reason, I found the view from the kitchen window this morning to be extra appealing?

Made a good strong brew and got the laptop on to update the diaries. Checked the emails. It seems I’m going to lose the frozen foods I’d got on order from Morrisons due to my own fault in going out and forgetting the delivery was due. Got to pay the delivery cost twice as well. As I say, no one but myself to blame!

Must remember the Morrisons delivery this time.

Did a bit of graphicationalisationing.

0800hrs: Ablutions tended to, dug out the Hydrocortisone cream and doctored Little Inchy and his lesion. Got the things for the bus trip to town, to put the tax man’s cheque in the bank and get another miniature Quiche Lorraine.

Back onto the laptop and CorelDraw graphicationalisationing, then the pleasant Morrison man arrived with the goods.

He put them in the kitchen for me.

I got them stored away.

Then got the jacket and bags and went to the bus stop with the jars for the bottle bank. Met Deana in the lift and she offered to take the jars for me as hse was passing. Nice!

I noticed a new instruction sign on the side of the L8 bus.

 Then, Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day!: I got on the wrong bus and ended up going to Arnold by mistake! Regrettably, I started to do the crossword on the bus and didn’t notice this until I was half way to Arnold. Well, this is definitely further proof of my being a worthy again! 

So no going to the bank today, although things did work out well in other ways. I found a shop that sold and had in stock the DeoFab fabric freshener spray and at £1. So I bought four of them because I like the scent a lot and use it to spray my clothes, carpets and shoes.

Called into Asda to get a little Quiche Lorraine. They were five pence dearer than the Morrison ones. Got two custard doughnuts to drop off for Deana later when I call to get some recycling bags. Some other bits as well, nibbles for the nurses.

As I passed the Market Place it looked a bit busier today, but still sad.

It used to be so popular and busy a few years ago, now looking barren. But things change don’t they?

To the bus stop on High Street behind the Asda (Walmart)  store, half way up the hill at the side getting near the car park, I espied a youngish lady of what I think might be incredibly fashionable sense conscious.

I took a photograph of her hair style and colouring as she demolished a large packet of crisps.

I plodded on up and beyond her and to the bus stop. The message board told me the L9 was due in 16 minutes, that would be 20 minutes past the hour. The timetable in my pocket said it was due at 11 minutes past the hour? Got a bit confused here. Anyway, the bus arrived at 25 minutes past the hour.

As we got to the Sainsbury Store island where a right turn in required – the traffic was gridlocked for a good while, possibly due to the end of the road being blocked off for the underground Gas Workings.

We moved at last after ten minutes or so and the driver did his best to catch up.

Back at the flats, I was in urgent need of the porcelain.

But, it as delayed due to there only one lift being available, and that was being occupied by workmen taking stuff up and down. Tsk! Eventually, I got up and into the flat, only just in time… it was a close call!

Sorted out the things and got the slippers on, and updated this tosh to here.

Got the custard doughnuts and went down to give them to Deana and collect some orange waste bags. This was not to be. It took ages to get down with the workmen still lugging material up and down, but I got to the Community Hut, and no one was in, all locked up.

Back to the foyer of the apartments and saw a tenant, Joy I think her name is, and as we both waited for the one lift to become free, I gave her the custard doughnuts. At least she smiled and thanked me, bless her.

Called on the off chance of seeing Olive, but she was out too.

Another WRWW and I updated this again and did some Facebooking for an hour or two, it seemed to run a bit better today.

Got the mini quiche lorraine with a slice of smoked cheese on top in the oven. BBQ Chicken legs, lettuce, onions, pickled egg, roast onions, yellow and red little cherry type tomatoes, Nordic style bacon, beetroot, sliced green and yellow peppers and sliced cox’s apple.

It was reet grand!

Watched a bit of TV in between nod-offs.

About 2300hrs I got up for a WRWW and stubbed my toe, first time I’ve done this for over a week now… just thought I’d mention it like.

Inchcock Today Tuesday 20th and Wednesday 21st September 2016

Tuesday 20th September 2016

Mardi 20 Septembre 2016

After a night of being chased dreams, I woke around 0600hrs and climbed out of the non-working £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not an easy one, maybe the cheese I had with the quiche last night?

Laptop on and made a right mess of my idea for a funny post and gave up. Got yesterday’s Dairy finished off and published.

Made a brew and took the medications, had a WRWW and Arthur Itis was giving the knees some jip! All the walking in the rain yesterday, perhaps?

Checked emails then went on Facebook and CorelDraw, for too many hours.

Got the mixed vegetables on the boil. Anya potatoes in the saucepans and peas and mushrooms cooking in the Crock-Pot.

Did some email checking and decided to get the ablutions done, then sort out the clothes for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.

Had a carbolicalisationing session in the shower, only cut my chin twice shaving (Getting flabby around the gills now yer know, hehe), forgot to clean me teggies so went back in and did so. Popped on the scales, but let’s not go into that. Ahem!

Had a walk into Sherwood and forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! Took the walking stick, but when I got close to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, the right leg was terribly painful. I waited at the bus stop and returned to the flats.

When I was waiting, I noticed that I’d taken the wrong bag with me anyway! 

Two other tenants were there, and they didn’t hold the lift for me as I lagged behind a little. Humph, swines! Fair enough really, they might well have been in desperate need after their time out shopping, and wanting to use the Porcelain themselves. Hehe!

Turned the potatoes up a bit, and Crock-Pot on high. Had a WRWW session, laptop on and updated this hogwash.

Called on Olive, she was in great form and twinkling! A talk laugh and cuddle and I returned to number 72 and added some lamb gravy granules to the vegetables.

Feeling a bit down suddenly, no rhyme or reason for this as far as I could tell?

I hate it when this happens.

For some reason, I had a search around for the brown missing new belt and the brown umbrella. No luck.

Got some graphics collated to work on later.

Got the fodder served up in the bowl and tucked into it.

Got the seasoning right this time and the lamb flavour came through nicely too.

I did nibble some nuts later. That sounded healthy, didn’t it? I have to admit they were chocolate covered nuts. Shame mode adopted!

I chose some TV to watch, but the nodding off sessions became rampant, and I gave up to get off to sleep properly… Of course, I couldn’t. Tsk!

Wednesday 21st September 2016

Mercoledì 21 Settembre 2016

0525hrs: Woke, and lay there thinking about the dreams I’d had. Not a lot of detail, but the trend and mood of them seemed clear. In a factory, being chased again, school being bullied, using the old STfm computer and running for election as World President demanding freedom for tea bags and we must all use wooden spoons to stir the brew or something like that?

0600hrs: Instant notification from the bowels that I need a WRHD visit. The £300 Second-Hand recliner worked perfectly to release me, and the session did not go well. Took a good while and it a painful. No blood, though, thankfully this time.

Took an extra Senna with the medications and made a cuppa. Got on with the CorelDraw (Which unfortunately froze and I lost no end of work) to make some graphics for later use.

Did an order for Morrisons adding some Quiches.

Updated the diary, nowt much on Monday’s so I’ll do a double with today’s combined.

Had a good carbolicalisationing shower. Changed and out to the bus stop. No one else in site.

Arrived in Arnold uneventfully and went into Asda (Walmart) and got the Tenants camera photo’s done. Then did a bit of shopping while they were processed. I meant to get some Lemon frizzles, but foolishly selected Lemon Cheesecakes by mistake Huh! Got a TV paper, Irish Batch bread and some cashews.

Collected the photographs. Here is a couple of them:

Out of the Asda shop and a wonder through the Fulton’s Store. Got some small tins of chicken meat sausages, and a pack of four battered fish cakes.

Hobbled up to the High Street bus stop, to wait for the L9 bus near the car park.

I noticed how neatly someone had parked the Asda shopping trolley? Haha!

Back at the flats, I called on Olive, but she was not in. Sob!

Got into number 72, put the bread in the freezer and tins away in the cupboard and took the medications and updated this diary.

Got the fodder ready:

Battered fish cakes, Anya potatoes, blue cheese, pickle salad, beetroots, pickled eggs, gherkin, and red and yellow tomatoes.

Had the Surimi Royale, delectably sweet and tasty it was too!

No bread. Followed with a banana and apple along with the mini pot of Lemon Cheesecake.

A slight involuntary emission of the wind from the rear end when I was clearing up in the kitchen and… Phwoar! I think the ends of the kitchen rolls turned up! Hehe!

 Planned the TV viewing, and no falling asleep or nodding off at all. In fact, I had a hell of a job sleeping at all, it must have been well into the early hours before I drifted off.

Inchcock Today Sunday 18th September 2016: Olive in good form!

 I don’t make the same mistake twice. I tend to make it five or six times, just to be sure, like!

Sunday 18th September 2016

Sonntag 18. September 2016

Stirred at 0330hrs, tried to get back to sleep, gave up. 0400hrs: Dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not too bad at all, the Senna tablets seem to be working.

Took the medications and applied some Phorpain gel to where I could reach on the shoulder where I was clobbered by a rugby playing built bloke yesterday in Victoria Centre (Mall).

Popped onto the scales…

Ahem!

Please to notice the scales seem to be working correctly this morning.

Very nearly almost a pound down on yesterday!

A smug mode adopted!

Made a cuppa, and remembered to put the next appointment on the Google Calendar for Monday 31st October @ 1430hrs at the chiropodists.

Another rather smug mode adopted here, hehe!

Laptop on and finalised the Saturday post, adding the photographicalisations taken on the heroic mob threatening and challenging trip to Nottingham and the Obergruppenfurheress Chiropodist.

Did some graphicationalisationing for Facebook later. Then tried Facebooking in the hope that it has lost its habit of sticking on me. It hadn’t though, very frustrating.

It took me five hours to get it sorting, what with having to turn off and restart several times, thus losing where I was and what I was doing. Tsk!

Getting late now, took the medications and had a wash and brush up, then called to see Olive. Her grandson Roger was there, and we all had a good chinwagging session.

She told me off for a few things. So that cheered me up and told she was in good form again.

She kindly rubbed some Phorpain gel on the bruised shoulder, bless her. A kiss and a cuddle. And I was soon back to the flat for a WRHD session.

Into the kitchen to start the meal cooking and the sky was amazing.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this before?

Got the chips in gravy into the oven and added a beef slice to it after 20 minutes so they should both be cooked at the same time.

Perused the TV magazine and selected some things to watch. Fell asleep and when I woke, bits of the dream I’d had stayed with me. I was on a wooden boat with several other people who would not talk to me; apparently, I had been passing the wind? They cast me adrift in a giant saucepan and somehow found myself in a sewer, where I was in the middle of a party with folk I didn’t know, but they all seemed to like me.  All of them wanted to tell me about how to cook fish fingers in batter properly? They started arguing about whose was the best method and a melee broke out? 

Then sudden panic for a second, had I burnt the food? Then it dawned on me when I saw the time, I’d only nodded off for five minutes or so: How I got all the dreaming in I don’t know?

Got the food served up.

Very nice and tasty indeed.

Settled to watch the box and no nodding off, in fact, when I turned off the TV, I couldn’t get to sleep at all!

It must have been well-passed 0200hrs before I drifted off.

Woke around 0630hrs and had to rush about getting ready for the INR test in time.

Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 11th September 2016 – Fustilarian activities today – but I like em!

Sunday 11th September 2016

Kept waking all through what bit of sleep I managed, mind racing going nowhere. Dreamt something about being in a vortex of dozens of angry people running around shouting at each other and none of them listening to the others?

0340hrs: Gave up trying to sleep, the piles ensured sleep impossible anyway. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner that operated impeccably, then to porcelain for a WRHD session. During which I remembered the Whoopsiedangleplop from last night with the tomato juice spillage on the carpet.

This thought was brought on by the blood that flowed from the haemorrhoids into the toilet bowl. Been a while since Haem Aroids bled like this. Little Inchy was not bleeding at all, Anne Gyna was only the slightest of bother, Duo Denal okay, Hernia Harry right, Rea Flux was of little bother, Arthur Itis was not bad at all and no dizzies yet. So, all in all, a good start to the day. I thought.

Popped onto the scales – popped off the scales. Blimey worra shock!

0455hrs: Into the kitchen and found the mess I’d left from last night and the cleaning up of the tomato juice Whoopsiedangleplop. Cleaned it up. Made a cuppa and took a photograph out of the window.

Mused for a while staring out into the morning view. The mind doing its own thing, confusion reigning.

Feeling I was a quidnunc, I meditated and pondered over life for a while – no answers solutions or remedies came to mind.

So I got the vegetables prepared for the slow-cooker.

Mushrooms, carrots, garden peas and red onions. Seasoned with some vegetable stock.

Got the laptop going and finalised the Saturday post then started this one off.

Then, CorelDraw X8 opened and got on with doing some more of the TFZ session graphicalisationing.

Five hours later, I think I’ve finished the TFZer series. Phew! Now what to call them? Here’s a couple of them to give you an idea of what they are about.

 

See the idea? Each TFZ gal is being watched. Perhaps I’ll call them, er… erm… “Your are Being Watched?” Not very original.

Got them posted on TFZ and then on the Facebook Photograph albums.

Shattered now I am – Got the nosh on!

This was not one of my best efforts mind. Not that it was bad or anything, just seemed tasteless?

The coughing had eased a lot during the day, so I thought I was going to enjoy this meal, but no, everything appeared to taste rather bland to me tonight?

Even the usually wonderfully tasty Nordic Bacon was disappointing.

Called to see Olive, but she was out. With her daughter dining, if I remember rightly what she told me yesterday.

Back to 72 and another WRHD. Had a shower and did the ablutionising.

Spent hours sat there falling asleep in front of the goggle-box. Finally gave up and tried to read the Spike Milligan book, but struggled to concentrate, so gave up, curled up and waited for proper sleep to come.

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