Inchcock – Saturday 2nd March 2019: Bad start to the day. A xenizational walk around the City Centre, did the ailments no good at all! Humph!

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2019 Mar 02

Saturday 2nd March 2019

Croatian: Subota, 2. ožujka 2019

01:05hrs. I had an attack of clinomania this morning. Oh boy, there was no way I wanted to wake up, let alone get out of the £300 ci. 1968, second-hand rickety recliner in which I was spreadeagled, half-in, half-out of! I retrieved my right leg from the Ottoman, not easy, but I managed it.

WD 0.0.128a Then, I spotted many signs of guilty-nocturnal-nibbling having taken place around me. A jelly-baby resting in the folds of my stomach, an empty Marmite crisp packet in my right arm-pit, and a spilt tub of Marmite biscuits on the floor. Self-disgust, shame and culpability mode Adopted! I wanted to show and feel apanthropinisation, in an effort assuage the guilt and self-loathing, but my usual lack of confidence, insecurity, self-doubt, and I timidity felt compelled, to launch a mind-attack at my actions inwardly.

WD 0.0.128a The need for me to use the EGPWWB (Emergency-grey-plastic-wee-wee-bucket), ended up with me treading on a pen and breaking it, causing a welt on my foot as I was en route to the bin.

WD 0.0.128a This first wee-wee of the day was of the LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) variety. This meant I had a long, painful job of cleaning, tidying the room, medicating Little Inchies bleeding lesion to tackle. But, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur Itis and Back-Pain-Brenda stopped me doing the cleaning, as bending was too arduous for me. I tried my best, but Anne Gyna then joined in with giving me grief, and I gave up trying to clean the place at all. It was far too early to use the vacuum, due to the noise disturbing my neighbours.

So annoying, my waking up each day in such a different physical state with the ailments! Moan over. Hehe!

I tended to the Health Checks and took the medications.

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Ah, the first signs of the day improving already! The Sys had come down again compared to yesterday.

WD 0.0.128a Back to the Whoopsies! I went to use the Porcelain Throne. What a messy affair and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion was bleeding again too! I cleaned things and myself up and doctored the lesion with the Daktacort ointment this time. It is a little stronger, with miconazole nitrate in it, than the other cream. I was very sore after applying this and the Haemorrhoid Harold cream. Now, I had burning and stinging at the same time. Hey-ho!

Washed up and made a mug of the Glengettie tea, and put the computer on to update the Friday post. Got it finished and posted it off to WordPress.

Wee-wee’d, back to the SWWW (Short-weak-wee-wees) again now.

I made a start on this blog for several hours. Then went on Facebooking.

WD 0.0.128a Then I got some corn flakes, a mug of tea and a lemon yoghourt for brekkers. But the yoghourt fell off of the tray when I was taking the breakfast back to the computer. The pot burst open and joined the mess already on the carpet from the nocturnal nibbling crumbs that still need cleaning up. Oh, and the NCH plumbers mess from their shoes have not been sorted out yet. Depressed-Mode-Adopted!

08:00hrs. I readied things to get the ablutions tended to, and off to the wet room. The first thing I did was to pick up the bits of soil, grass and grit that had been deposited on the wet room floor when having the shower-head replaced.

6Sat06WD 0.0.128a Then I begrudgingly mopped up. The new shower head came in handy for rinsing away the water afterwards. By now, Anne Gyna and Kidney Ache Kevin had both increased their stabbing pains. But Arthur Itis was amazingly calm?

I had a good shave, did the teggies and got under the new shower-head. I medicated the fungal lesion and put some Germolene on the hand where I burnt it on the kettle yesterday.

6Sat07Then dried-well and applied some Haemorrhoid cream. Got the new PPs and clothes on, and made a check of the pins (legs).

There was still an imbalance to the fluid content, and a new black papsule seemed to be coming up on the knee cap area. Just a few more spider-veins on the lower leg today.

I went to make a small mug of tea.

I heard new sounds from somewhere, they were not bothering me at all. Just that I could not identify where they were originating from, nor what was making them. I pondered for a while on how to explain what they sounded like, on this post. I end ended up with this: “Kerchunker, Brr, Brr, Kerchunker, Whine, Thud”, a few times, but they didn’t last long? Hehehe!

I got the black bags (five!) of rubbish made up from the bins and the recycling one just being closed, I realised that if I was to catch the bus into town to do my photo-shoot, I had to get a move one sharpish!

6Sat08WD 0.0.128a So I abandoned doing the bags, checked around, but could not find my wristwatch anywhere? Scrabbled about and got myself out and into the lift. Which topped on the tenth and eighth floors with no one waiting?

I took this shot of the front of the complex when I got to the bus stop. Where a lady was waiting who I had a natter with, (Beryl I think, but you know my memory status, Tsk!), told me that the weekday bus service is going to be every two hours later this month, instead of hourly. Also, heavy rain was forecast for later and tomorrow. Oh, dearie me! But we’ll see!

6Sat09Had a bash at the crossword en route to town, I didn’t do very well. Dropped off the bus and called into the Poundland Shop.

Amongst the things I bought, I got a pack of five children’s toothbrushes, to keep to replace the one that keeps disappearing from the laundry room. Nibble treats for the medical staff, bikkies for the Social Hour box, smoked bacon, Cheeselets, and I tried some of their ready-made 6Sat11sarnies. I can have these with some chip later perhaps. I paid at the self-serve till; which annoyed the assistant who had to put me right when the red light came on. Haha!

I came out and watched the Nottinghamian pedestrians strolling over the road against the 6Sat10red don’t don’t-cross signs.

I walked down Clinton Street to back of the Council House. I’ve not seen so many Nottinghamian’s about in town, for a long time. Then I realised it is a Saturday. (One forgets when one is beyond use, going senile, and 6Sat12retired)

The folks were looking far happier and content than usual today. The general gloominess in their faces had significantly reduced. I wondered if it was the sunshine that was coming out, Spring on the way, or the increase in Council rents that had arrived and they were making the best of what they had? (Mine went up too!) But I expect it is in my case, to help pay for the unwanted upgrade. You know, the millions spent on putting in new windows and balconies. Those that I can’t manipulate, have blocked the vision and light, windows in the balcony that remove various bits of skin off of my knuckles and or fingers when I use the balcony side window to take photos out of, because I can’t reach to make shots now the kitchen windows have stopped my accessing to photograph below. Because the ledges stick out too far, and I now have to use step-ladders to reach out for my beloved photographicalisationing. They fitted the new sliding doors and returned to fill in the holes, leaving my recliner, chair, curtains, carpets, TV, cabinets etc. with splashes of plaster. But they send a bloke with a wire brush and a bottle of cleaner, to destroy my 6Sat13new carpets, that will have to be replaced when the job is finished. Then, they left me with holes in the kitchen… Sorry, got carried away there!

Back to the plot: I walked around the back of the Council House and down to South Parade.

Quite suddenly, Kidney-Pain Kevin, Back-Pain Brenda and the wobbly right knee all began to give me grief and did so until I had got home and settled. A bit worrying, but still, I have been doing well up to now.

I walked painfully down Exchange Walk to the Marks & Sparks food hall. I slipped the Big Issue seller a couple of quid on my way in. I came out, considerably less well off. Serves me right, I’m a gannet when it comes to food! Roast potatoes, frites, a ready-meal, and other bits.

I had a walk around taking some photographs. Ending up at the bus stop on Queen Street.

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6Sat18bBeing a Saturday, the L9 was not due for another hour-and-a-half. So I waited for the 40 bus.

I spotted a plane in the sky (it’s where they are often you know? Hehehe!) By the time I had taken this snap and had a quick look at the camera screen, the clouds had moved so far, as I looked up, the layout in the sky was completely different. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them moving so fast in my life.

I was aware of how odd today’s hobble in the streets was, it felt like a xenizational walk around the City Centre today. As if no one could see me? Surely proof of my increasing Bonkersness, deliration, and psychosis?

The 40 bus arrived, and I failed miserably at the crossword book en route.

WD 0.0.128a I was soon risking life and limb… twice! Firstly, in getting up to go to the bus door as the vehicle had to shake and shudder as this bus stop is on the steepest part of Mapperley Rise. Then, crossing the road was a challenge. Blind bends up the hill and down to contend with. A bloke in a BMW came up the hill and around the bend, he was going so fast, he nearly lost it! Safely over the road and walking down to the flats, I could now concentrate on feeling sorry for myself, as Arthur Itis, the Wobbly-knee Neil and Kidney-Ache Kevin, all made a concerted effort to ensure I was sorry about going out for a walk today. Hahaha! 

6Sat19As I limped in agony, well, a bit of pain, along Chestnut Walk to the end and my beloved Woodthorpe Court home, I thought to myself as I saw the obstacle course; “I hope the fire-alarm doesn’t go off this weekend. The engines would have a problem getting to us!”

I made it the flats and up in the lift to the front door, without seeing a soul.

When I got in, I had a wee-wee, washed and did the Health Checks. Then had a search for the missing wristwatch. I didn’t find it.

I got the oven warming up for the frites. Laid out the plate with the cold foods to go with the french fries.

Then, I carried out an in-depth search for the wristwatch and second pair of reading glasses. I was determined to find them, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on my hunting, rummaging around and talking to myself as I did so.

WD 0.0.128a Eventually, the spectacles were located. In the wet room inside an opened part-used pack of Protection Pants, don’t ask please, I have no idea. Hahaha! Sad innit? But the wristwatch is still missing, Grumph!

6Sat20WD 0.0.128a I did the last Health Checks and emptied out the burnt frites from the oven, and put some more in on the cook again! By the time they were ready, the sarnies had started to go dry and curled at the edges.

Also, the packs of sliced apple I’d bought from Morrisons, and they had sent orange pieces, that were so bitter, after the first suck, I threw them away. Eurgh!

Still, the rest of the nosh was fine and dandy, apart from the dried crusts which joined the oranges in the bin.

I put the things in the bowl to soak, got the TV on and settled to watch a police programme.

WD 0.0.128a As I put my feet up on the Ottoman, there was a pain and a sort of clunk from Wobbly-Knee Neil as he popped half-out of position. I muttered a curse word silently, then spent half-an-hour trying to get Neil back in his slot. Luckily for some reason, there was no pain at all when he eventually seemed to slide/slot in smoothly? This suited me!

When I got back to concentrating on the police on the TV, I realised I’d seen it before.

I remember thinking I’ll put on a Law & Order UK tape on instead… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Mon 18 Feb 2019: Warfarin Blood test and photographicalisationing from the Nottingham Wheel

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2019 Feb 18

Monday 18th February 2019

Welsh: Dydd Llun 18 Chwefror 2019

01:05hrs: Woke up after six hours uninterrupted sleep, feeling a lot better this morning. The customary wee-wee had to be taken, I used the Emergency Stand-by Grey Bin. Which had some content in it, that I could not remember doing? No pain with the releasing of the fluid. In fact, it was a VSWWW (Very short-Weak-Wee-wee).

The freeing of the horrendously bloated stomached body from the £300, c. 1968 recliner was done with ease. Oh yes! I took the grey bin to the kitchen with me for cleaning and disinfecting. That done, I got out the hypodermic, wax softener, and sphygmomanometer to start doing the Health Checks. I had to nip to the wet room for another wee-wee, again of the VSWWW type. Washed the dandies and wiped the contact surfaces with Dettol, and back to the kitchen and the Health Checking.

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1Mon01Well satisfied with the resulting figures this time.

WD 0.31.0 Well, apart from the high pulse continuing to go up and up. I half-expect that I’ll blow-up at some stage later today. Hehe!

Then I needed to have a third VSWWW!

1Mon05aAfter which I had a look at the leg wound. I have to say: it looked a lot better. It felt better too!

Yes, it does look like a new growth is coming up to the side of it, but it looks far less tender and vividly coloured. Then I realised that this may be due to the fact that I’d just rested it overnight.

So I resisted getting excited and waited until later when I’d been on the pins a while and make another assessment then. The feeling that I had worms inside the leg continues, but not hurting. It would be so typical of my luck, that by the time I get the appointment for the treatment clinic, it will have gone down! Schlimazel!

Took the medications and updated yesterday’s diary and got it sent off to WordPress.

Went on the WordPress Reader section.

1Mon06Then I got some cornflakes for breakfast and watched some Youtube clips.

Got the ablutions tended to.

WD 0.31.0 The mystery of the missing toothbrush remains. Good job I held on to an old one.

Got dressed, made sure the camera was taken with me and set off to go to the surgery for the Warfarin Blood test, then to the City Centre to take some photographs from the Nottingham Wheel cage.

1Mon07I dropped into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. Warden and Opera singer Deana and International Champion Gymnast Warden Julie were working away in the office and holding cell. I paid for my TV licence while I was there. Mind you, with falling asleep so regularly when I try to watch owt on the box,1Mon07a I’m so glad I now get a cheaper licence. Hehe! Thanked them and set off at a fair pace, to hobble to the Carrington and the nurse.

The walk to the surgery was only hampered by two things. One, Back-Pain Brenda, who eased off when I got to the doctors.

WD 0.31.0 The other, as I got to the crest of the hill on Mansfield Road to go down into Carrington, a 1Mon07cdamned ignorant, antisocial, bullying swine of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist made me jump as the moron shot by me from behind and made me jump. You can see him in the distance here.

Then, moments later, another one of the Pavement Cyclist actually hit me with his handlebar – and this one was pushing his bike on the pavement!

I arrived at the surgery and logged in with the receptionist. Sat down and had a go at the crossword book.

The leg wound thing started to hurt after I sat down? Then the cheering and delightful, uplifting sound of Nurse Nichole calling me to follow her arrived. As she took the blood for the INR test, she kindly explained some of the things I can expect when I eventually get to the medical centre to had the wound/infection looked at, and have the compression socks fitted. She also told me this usually takes two to three weeks after they test the sample. And advised me to keep the current socks pulled up above the wound at all times. I thanked her and handed over the nibble treats. Handed some to the receptionists, said my farewells and out to the bus stop to catch one to town.

1Mon07dI thought it seemed a bit nippier in the City Centre. I made my way straight down Queen Street into Slab Square. Went to the kiosk for the Nottingham Wheel ride, and when I’d paid my £6 Concession fee, I remembered last year and how I struggled to get up the steps and into the cage. 

WD 0.31.0 I struggled, even more, this time. An attendant chap kindly came half-way down the steps to assist me up. I did feel a fool!

WD 0.31.0 The doorway seemed much narrower than last year… but I was aware it was me who had grown broader and blobbier than last year!

WD 0.31.0 The plexiglass was filthy, smeared. The weak cold sunshine and reflections ruined many of my photographs.

WD 0.31.0 Each time my cage got to the top high up, the winds would blow the cage all about, making steady photograph taking a case of pot-luck, and on some turns up there, impossible!

Still, it made a change.

Here are a few of the resulting photographicalisations wot I took! Hehehe! After having to discard many lousy shots. 

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In the morning, I made a post of all of the pictures taken and sent it off to WordPress. Please click here to see it, I fank you!

Nottingham Wheel Photographs

I exited the ride and somehow got down the various sets of stairways and onto the Slab Square and terra-firma. Off up to the bus stop and waited for the L9 to arrive.

WD 0.31.0 My mind went into one of its daydreaming-modes. I thought about Sister Jane, and that led to other memories of the old Meadows area of Nottingham. An Oxo cube in the basin for dinner, Dad, school, poor Mr Holmes, Mr Widdowson, Chris Wright, the debt collectors searching for Mother, the tin bath on the train wall outside with the WCs and coal-houses in the yard. Oh yes, the meditation of good and bad times was actually enjoyed. No feeling I was hard done by. As I came out of the daydream…

WD 0.31.0 I noticed the L9 bus pulling away from the bus stop! Klutz! So, I walked down, and fifteen minutes later, I caught the next 40 bus.

Got into the flat, and realised I had not had a wee-wee for hours and hours, and didn’t need one now. This surprised me at first; then I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet.

1Mon12Hunger now dawned, so I set about making a nosh. A fish meal.

Garden peas, potato nuggets, tomatoes, battered fish sticks, erm, fingers I mean, and some mackerel in the tasty sauce. 

The last of the milk roll bread to soak up the sauce and make fish finger sarnies to eat. Hehehe!

1Mon13I took the meal things and washed them up.

The evening sky almost looked like artwork, I thought.

Once again, I planned the TV viewing that I fancied. Why do I bother!

Boon, Pie in the Sky, Law & Order and Sliders.

I didn’t get halfway through Boon before I’d nodded off! I got a bonus when I woke up later and saw the last two minutes of Pie in the Sky, though. Hehe!

Grumph! Hey-ho!

Inchcock – Wednesday 6th February 2019: Stuck indoors day, started fairly good, ended badly. Hey-Ho!

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2019 Feb 06

Wednesday 6th February 2019

Icelandic: Miðvikudagur 6. Febrúar 2019

WD 102.0.74 23:25hrs: I woke and almost automatically checked to see how far off the Emergency Grey Bucket was away from the £300 second-hand, 1968 rickety recliner I was perched half-on, half-off of, it was. I felt the twinges from Back-Pain-Brenda as I attempted to move my onerously overlarge body into the getting up position, it dawned on me that I didn’t need a wee-wee at all! Amazed I was, well, until I remembered I had not taken a Furesomide tablet yesterday. The pins felt very hard this morning, so I must have one today. But it was nice not to have to keep getting up regularly to utilise the bucket overnight, and I felt more rested than I have for many a morning.

I got up on my feet pretty quickly and went to do the Health Checks. As is usual lately, the call came for the Porcelain duties as I got out the paraphernalia to do the checks. A messy evacuation, but at least there was no blood loss from the front or rear end. Cleaned things up and washed the dandies.

Back into the kitchen.

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3Wed01aWD 102.0.74 Well, I was surprised to see how the Sys had gone down such a lot, but the Dia had gone up a lot as well!

I must see if I can find out what this means on the internet. If I put in Sys 132 – Dia 84 okay? Later, I might get some indications about it. I’m waffling again, Sorry.

I decided to get this done straight away, while it was in my head and not gone off into the 3Wed05ether, like so much stuff tends to do nowadays. Humph!

WD 102.0.74 This reading was almost in the pre-high band I think. It was the rest of the week’s readings that were in the red completely! Oh dear! Bamboozlement, confusion, and uncertainty now reign’s within my admittedly limited brain box! I suppose, because the Sys has been so high for so long, I began to accept it as usual? I’ve kept a copy of the graph to use.

Every time the nurse or doctor take my blood pressure, it seems to be alright? More Mysteries of  Tenant of and his Woodthorpe Court flat that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of the space/time continuum! (Thanks to Tim Price – author of this perfect description of me and my home!) Hehehe!

WD 102.0.74 Back to the kitchen and took the medications, including, very bravely I thought; a Furesomide tablet. Taking a mug of tea with me back to the computer, I got a second calling to the Porcelain Throne! The one was really extra messy. What’s going on? Made worse by some bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.

I had a check of the pins. I’m sure there is less 3Wed001fluid in them than yesterday, or not as the case may be. I got my socks on, but the legs were just as hard to bend and get up and the hosiery on as they were yesterday. A couple of new papsules had appeared, yet others had disappeared. More Mysteries!

Back again to the computer and the now cold tea. Oy Vey!

Went to make another brew. I got the cleaned and refreshed Emergency Grey Bucket relocated in a handy position near the computer just in case.

And boy, was I glad I had done so five minutes later when the first of many wee-wees arrived. An extremely long hose-pipe-blasting splash-back-creating painful one, it was. I was worn out by the time it stopped. Haha! All following wee-wees were of the SNSWWs (Short-No-Sensation-Wee-wees) class. Which can be tricky when you are unsure if things have finished or not! There were plenty of them throughout the day. A good job I have no appointments that need me to go out, far from the bucket or a WC! Hopefully, when the legs get used to the medication again, the wee-wees might become less frequent? I hope!

3Wed03I pressed on with the long job of updating the Tuesday post. I didn’t get it finished until around 05:50hrs, I think it was. It was getting light by the time I went to make a brew again. (All the others I made went cold, Tsk!)

My hands suddenly went from a reddish colour to a pale whitishness? Why? More Mystery!

07:30hrs: Eventually I around to starting today’s blog going. When I heard the oddest sounds. Bleep, bleeping and Pheow, pheow sounds? I checked around each room, and even got on the step ladder so I could see out from the kitchen window – but nothing seen as to the cause of these noises? Didn’t sound like anything the workmen have been making?

I had still not a mug of tea, so an hour or so later, I went to get one. Tap, tap and knock knock this time from Herberts flat above. So, I assumed Big John (Herbert) was building one of his toys, or the workmen were in his flat doing something and didn’t bother about the annoying concentration destroying niggling tap tapping.

I went on the Morrison site and took some things off of my order, and added a couple of others. The tap-tapping tuned to drilling noises, so now I know it is the workmen above. I gave up trying doing the blog altogether.

Got some brekkers sorted. Sweet and Sour Porridge… hahaha! Only joking!

Sister Jane rang as I started to eat it. (I said that her Pete had left a CCTV camera in the flat didn’t I? Hahaha!)

After I had received my instructions, reprimanded for eating too many potatoes and bread, then been told off for not cleaning out the spare room. I was saved any more excoriations, by of all things another timely intervention of an SNSWW, that needed an immediate response. Utilised the Emergency Grey Bucket.

Finished the now cold breakfast, and went in to get the potato in the oven.

WD 102.0.74 Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis had a sudden go at me, and I began to feel so unwell, especially with Back-Pain-Brenda in the kidney area as well.

WD 102.0.74 I managed to get the nosh sorted, but I’d put the potato in the oven and not turned it on! I found out when I went to check to see how the spud was coming along. What a Nebekh!

Turned it on and with my concentration shattered by the pain, I just sat watching clips on YouTube for about two hours till the potato was ready to be cut in half and be mixed with the cheese, then returned to the husks and back in the oven to brown off. With intermissions of course to utilise the Emergency Grey Bucket!

3Wed28Despite feeling so rotten, I ate nearly all of it up.

Had to get up for another SNSWW.

Washed the pots, and sat down and just drifted off into the land of Nod.

Amazingly, I slept through for about five hours, without waking for a wee-wee!

 

Inchcock – Sat 26th Jan 2019: Another Hectic, busy, Wee-weeing day. Tsk!

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Saturday 26th January 2019

Croatian: Subota, 26. siječnja 2019

23:35hrs: I woke with memories of a dream reasonably clear and lucid in my mind. I grabbed the notepad and scribbled down some prompters to use later. (Later, I made up today’s Inchcock’s Thoughts graphic using these notes. Not word for word, obviously, but the train of the Grim Reapers words were similar to how he spoke to me in the dream!) I thought the Reaper looked a lot like Jeremy Corbyn.

wd 0.0.30 An instant need for a wee-wee arrived. With great difficulty in holding back the imminent flow and getting free of the £300 second-hand recliner at the same time, I got myself upright and made for the grey emergency tub in the corner – Calamity! It was not there! I’d forgotten I moved it yesterday when the workers arrived. Oy Vey! So, having gone all through my dream-filled sleep without taking a wee-wee, you can see how desperate things were now! Oy gevalt! Panic set in, but I had a sense-of-mind to make for the WC and not waste valuable time searching rooms for the grey bin.

Alas, I was too late all the same! I now have clothes soaking in disinfectant and soap powder in the green bucket. Humiliation and Shame Mode adopted!

All washed, and in another pair of jammy-bottoms and embarrassingly, a new pair of protection pants, I went to get the Health Checks done. I got out the sphygmomanometer and accoutrements required, but could not find the Enoxaparin hypo that had been moved in the workings yesterday! I sensed things might not go so well today, and adopted a ‘Sorry-for-myself-Mode! Hehe!

wd 0.0.30 Then the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. A messy evacuation and some bleeding from the front and rear this morning. Somehow, I just wasn’t surprised in the least! Rewashed the dandies. Then back to the kitchen and searched for the missing loaded needle. No luck yet. But I did find the grey bin. Humph! Did the Health Checks.

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6sat02The Sys was a bit lower than it was yesterday but higher than it should be methinks. Again, not surprising me. Tsk!

wd 0.0.30 I took the medications and needed another wee-wee. This was of the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) variety.

Back to the kitchen and made a brew of tea.

The flipping left ankle gave way again on the hobble to the computer. I felt as if the ankle was going to collapse into the foot, but it didn’t, of course. Hello, the sneezing has started again! Humph! Fed-up? Me?

6sat08wd 0.0.30 I went to check the legs over, they felt like they are filling up again. But this photo doesn’t look like they have done so from yesterday? There are once more some new bruises and blood papsules, though?

These Possible Furosemides side effects are so many, I wonder if there are any psychotomimetic ones? Hehe! 

I went into the kitchen and took these photographicalisations. The precipitation was light, is was evident that it had been falling all night, but it helped the downward picture to have a certain quality about it.

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Another SSPWW and I got on with updating the Friday post and got it sent off to WordPress. 

6sat11One more SSPWW, (Got splashbacks with this one, Oh, dear!) and I made a start on this blog, getting up to here with it.

Then the thoughts of breakfast came into my mind. Porridge, methinks. I cunningly used the stick-picker-upper with the more full grip and more extended arm to get the pot down.

I got a grand scrubbing up session done at 6sat120805hrs. I even did a bit of singing in there!

As I grubbled about making sure everything was how it should be before leaving, I noticed the sky had a tinge of red in it. The moon was reluctant to go down. Quite pretty it was.

But, we all know the farmers and shepherds saying: “Red sky at night, Shepherds delight – Red sky in the morning, Shepherds warning! So I made sure the umbrella was in the bag.

Did the midday Health Checks and medications in case I get back late from town. Took two black bags to the waste chute and set off out into the rather cold and nippy morning.

I met Mary and Shirley in the lobby, and we greeted each other.

6sat13As I got to the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned to take this shot of Winwood Heights, with Winchester Court being the closest one. It still has the sign indicating that it is called ‘Wi Hester Cour’ Hehehe!

Mary was coming along behind me. When I got to the bus stop Winchester Street she joined me. Mary was on her way down to catch a bus on Mansfield Road. I explained that she could get on the 40 one, as I was doing and use her bus pass, cause we can use it anytime on Saturdays and Sundays. We had a little natter, the gal is not happy with her new flat up on the 15th floor, and sounded a tad depressed. She carried on walking down the hill as I got on the bus.

I got off of the bus near the Pound Shop and called in to see if they had any of the Pork Farms Pork Pies on sale. Nope, they didn’t. But I came out with a few things in the bag. Dettol Citrus air spray, a few nibbles for the Social box, Smoked bacon and some beef end-bits. Paid on the self-serve till without any hassle.

Across the road and into Boots store, and up to the pharmacy. I got a Sterimar Hyptn CR spray, £2 off today, got it for £5.99.

6sat20Then made my way to the Victoria Centre Market Stalls. Which was another sad sight! Aisles mostly bare of customers, empty stall, and those poor few beggars still in them looking so sorry for themselves. I have great empathy, and so sorry for them.

I visited Abdul, and his clothes stall. I got two pairs of trousers from him. I had a choice of grey, grey or grey. So, I got the grey ones. Haha!

Had a little laugh with him, paid him and made my way out to the shopping centre (Mall), and hobbled to the City Centre.

During my wanders, I kept taking pictures of closed down retailers. So sad and worrying!I’ll show them all together here, so you can see just one reason for the depression of Nottinghamians.

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I wandered down to the Slab Square down King Street. Where I took three photographs left to right of the Slab Square.

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6sat26Not many Nottinghamians about! Although I did see two relaxing in a shop doorway later, and providing some Nottinghamian Street Art for me to snap. Poor things!

The drizzle began to pour a little as I cut through and down Exchange Walk to the M&S food hall.

The regular Big Issue seller was outside the store doors, I slipped him a couple of quid on my way in. Once in the shop, I had to resist buying too much-unwanted stuff, it all looked so delicious! I ended up at the self-serve tills with: A ready-made Lamb One Pot meal £4.50, A Rustic Granary Farmhouse sliced loaf on offer, £1.59 down to £1, Two Sourdough Rolls £1.20 and some Frites £2.30. This time, I did have problems putting the stuff through and had to ask for help, twice! Klutz! I could identify which rolls I had on the lookup lists. Even the lady had a job to find them, so I didn’t feel so bad. Thanked her and off she trotted to help someone else. When it came to swiping the Rustic bread, the machine would not have it at all. Back came the assistant, and she ended up having to use her key and inputting the code manually for me.

6sat26aWhen I got out of the store, the rain was more persistent.

I took many pictures of closed down businesses and signs in this area as I made my way back to the bus stop on Queen Street. At the top at the junction with Upper Parliament Street, this Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist caught my eye as nearly fell off of his bike. Which cheered me up a little. During this little hobble about, there so many Pavement Cyclists all over the place, it would have been too much hassle to try 6sat27and photo them all, and get the camera wet into the bargain. But for this last one I saw, I risked it.

Nearby, I took this picture through the windows of a new cafe. Called Josephine’s Tea Room, 49 Upper Parliament St, Nottingham NG1 2AB.

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5fri33I perused the menu on show in the window: Nutella on Toast £5.50, Scrambled Egg on Toast £6.00. Egg Benedict £9.00 add spinach for 50p. Porridge Oats £4.50 add sultanas or honey for £1. Pancake Porker Stack 5 pancakes with Dukes Hill ham and dripping with Maple syrup £8.50. Toast and Butter £1.50, this dish is suitable for vegetarians, two slices of bloomer with butter. White, unless you want brown add jam, marmalade, marmite or honey for £1, Nutella for £1.50. Open sandwiches from £8.75. Sides & Extras £1.00, Roddas Clotted Cream £1.00. Portion of Jam £0.50, Slice of white bread or brown bread £0.50, Ice cream a scoop £1.50. Other sauces £0.50.

I have to admit, I was impressed with the clientele inside, and there were a  good few too. Upper Echelon Nottinghamians, obviously at these prices. Although when I peered into the window, a bit like Dickens ‘Oliver Twist’, I’d say half of the customers were students, the other half represented the few Conservative Voters left in Nottingham, you know: Noses up, little finger out when they drank and sneaking sugar sachets into their pockets and handbags. Just my kind of people. Hehehe!

6sat28I caught a 40 bus back to the flats. Tony from the apartments got on en route, and we had a gossiping session.

As the bus got on to the St Anns Well Road, Huntingdon Street traffic lights, I snapped a shot of the horrendous building in the background. Google tells me ICO Development Company are located in it? It’s a massive place, but so ugly to me. A little further along, there are these flats or apartments. Called Liberty Living. Another monstrosity to yours truly. This reminded me of Liberty-Global who bought Virgin Media and destroyed the connection at the same time!

6sat29wd 0.0.30 I’d just put the camera back, and missed the van skidding at the traffic island in this photo on the right. Tsk!

We got off the bus back on Sherwood Rise and walked down to Chestnut Walk. We were moving as fast as we could, and the drizzle had turned to rain now. As we got to the foyer entrance, it stopped altogether.

Said our cheerios in the lift when Tony got out on the ninth floor, up to my flat and I took an SSPWW. Did the health checks and then one more SSPWW! Got the fodder away.

Made a brew and got the computer on to update this blog, after yet another SSPWW!

6sat30Prepared the nosh, no cooking involved. So it was easy.

It looked and tasted good, but for some reason, I ate very little of it? (Perhaps I’m pining for the missing Weevils? Hahaha!)

Washed the things up, had a wee-wee and got down in the recliner to watch a ‘Clarence DVD’.

Zzz!

Inchcock Today – Fri 25 Jan 2019: Fervid, frenzied, frantic, frenetic, furious fun with the upgrading today!

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Friday 25th January 2019

Scots Gaelic: Dihaoine 25mh Faoilleach 2019

2325hrs: I stirred, and lay there waiting for the brain to function and join in with the body into imitation-life. Which it did, with a single top-priority indication: “We need the Porcelain Throne – Now!”

I urged my mammoth-stomached body to allow me to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, and stumbled to the wet room, onto the Throne and did my duty. Messy evacuation. During which, I did not see a single EIBWBBB (Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle).

WDPBL As I got up from the Throne, both of the ankles gave way. No falling over though, cause I reached out to stop myself from going over..5fri004. and knocked the Protection Pants from the cabinet onto the floor instead. Oh, dearie me! I picked them up and back to the main room and had a closer inspection of the pins and tootsies of the now more fluid-filled Popeye looking legs.

Damned shame this has happened, cause now I will have to go back on the dreaded side-effect Furesomide tablets. Not good! Heaven knows what the Wee-wees will be like from here on. Still, my warts, blemishes, scars, welts, papsules, spots, growths and blood-swells had all changed again, which keeps the interest going. Hehehe!

Into the Hallway, and moved some stuff out into the spare room to make access for the plumbers/builders later when they arrive. No more bother from the ankles, no more mystery giving ways. Come think of it, I suppose the area of the ankles where the socks kept in the fluid swelling might have been the cause. They were the softer socks as well. Hey-ho!

Hello, I’m sneezing now! By gum, they are big uns too! Hope I don’t wake the neighbours up, it’s around 01:00hrs at the moment.

I got the Health Checks sorted.

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By Jiminy, the Sys and Dia have gone up a lot? I took the medications but held back on taking the Furesomide after all, until I see how the fluid retention goes later. I’m genuinely not keen on going back on these tablets unless really needed.

5fri001I toyed with the idea of having some breakfast, noodles, porridge or Corn Flakes. But fetching the step-ladders and stick-grabber so I can get to the food, seemed just too much bother! Did you see that? My unplanned cunning plan to cut down on food! HaHa! 

I got the noodles in because they were on sale at half-price!

Had a wee-wee, made a brew of tea and then I took these three photographs from the unwanted, unliked view & light-blocking new window. Getting wet in the incoming drizzle at the same time. Haha! One to the left, straight ahead and the last one to the right.

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The mind thought about all those Nottinghamians out there. The young, the old, the shoplifters, muggers, pavement cyclist, patients and medical staff in the hospitals, speeding motorists, both Nottingham Policement on patrol. The street-sleepers. The lonely, the lost, the homeless, the rich, the poor, the demented, the greedy and my fellow 5fri003aincompetents. Just a thought!

WDPBL I ventured out onto the creaking wooden slats in the balcony, opened the metal spring flap on the left side window Luckily I have a good supply of medical plasters!) and took this picture of the wet Chestnut Walk below.

Another wee-wee, and set about updating the Thursday diary. Got this finished at 03:00hrs and made a start on this one.

WDPBL I went to make a mug of tea and get a finger-plaster on the cut thumb from my opening the balcony window. It happened again, this time only one ankle giving way. Using all of my remarkable quick-wittedness and physical dexterity, I avoided going over. (Ahem!) But did manage to clout my shoulder against the doorframe. Klutz! Sulking-Mode-Approaching.

This made me feel a little fed-up with myself.

5fri007So, I thought I’d get some brekkers after all. I got the stick-picker and got down one of the new, special offer half-price super-noodle pots down to try out.

I got the mushrooms, carrots, and peas in the crock-pot.

WDPBL Sillily, I decided to photograph my efforts with the stick-grabber as getting the pot down… the second I took this shot, the Noodles flew out of the grabber, hit me on the head and bounced off of me and into the waste bin without touching the sides. Hahaha! No damage to me or the pot! Smug-Mode Adopted now!

Made the pot up, and watched a DVD on YouTube while I ate it.

I went on CorelDraw to make up the graphics again, then started to get them on the WP gallery to use later. Hours later I had to rush to get the ablutions done in time for the upgrading men to arrive.

All freshened up, I got the black bags to the waste chute, and finally got the header graphics and templates done for a couple of weeks or so, and the chaps arrived to do the upgrading work for me, bless em!

I did the CorelDraw graphicalisationing while the lads were here. Much drilling as is to be expected, but they got the job finished and had gone off for their nosh. They will return for me to sign-off. A lot of sorting and cleaning to do, but not today, its too late in the day for me.

Got the Cumberland Pie in the oven!

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I think the pipework by the much-dreaded and feared plumbers is next to come. Shudder and Near-panic Mode Engaged at the thought!

So tired now, and a headache from the noise of the works. I had to stay in, in case the Clinic emailed about my erroneous missing of the last appointment. Klutz!

5fri34Did the Health Checks.

Got the nosh served up.

The ready-made Cumberland pie, onto which I added some grated extra-strong cheddar cheese, was A1. Along with the slow-cooker cooked vegetables; mushrooms, peas, and carrots made this one of my better efforts tastewise. I added some caramelised gravy granules to the crock-pot, avoiding the need for any salt to be used. Drained the veg and added it to the dish.

A Taste-Rating of no less than 9.2/10 was given.

As usual lately, I settled to watch an episode of the A-Team on channel 21 on the box. But, this time I stayed awake all the way through it! (The excitement of having the messy prep work done and having someone to talk to, perhaps?) Then, I even got ten-minutes into a Rumpole of the Bailey show… but that was it… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Thurs 24 Jan 2019: Busy, busy day.

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Thursday 24th January 2019

Thursday 24th January 2019

00:30hrs: After a most disturbed night trying to stay asleep (I’m sure I was awake more than resting all the time, Tsk!), I woke feeling drained and with the mind racing away over worries, concerns, etc. Within a minute or so, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I struggled out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and off to the wet room. Where I remained for about ten-minutes, sat on the Throne.

WD 0.31.0 Waiting not for the big evacuation to end, but the side-show of the wee-weeing to finish! A new LSPDOWWWSOPs (Long-Slow-Painfull-Drawn-out-Wee-wee-with-spurts-of-power) Mode this morning. I’d taken three of these over the next half an hour. Tsk! Cleaned-up, and returned to the recliner.

WD 0.31.0 Where I found multiple signs of nocturnal nibbling. Guilt-Mode Adopted! No wonder I felt so tired, I must have been nipping to the kitchen cupboard and or fridge all night long!

The mind pretended to function, and I pondered over the needs of the day. Morrison food arriving twixt 06:00>07:00hrs, the nibbles and prizes need sorting for the Social Hour, this diary must get done before 05:00hrs, so I can get the ablutions done before the fodder delivery comes, the Laundry has to be fitted in somehow as well. Oh, and I have to get some filled Enoxaparin Syringes from the Chemist soon.

The mind gave up on me, and all I could think of was getting the Wednesday post done and posted.

Did the Health Checks and the medications were taken.

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4thu001aSYS and DIA down nicely. Overall a good set of results methinks.

Had a Wee-wee, and got on with updating the blog.

WD 0.31.0 I had to go again a few minutes later, and this time I could not make it to the wet room in time. I had to use the stand-by emergency bin. The wee-wee took so long, I nearly fell back to sleep, stood-up! The sudden spurts in power were a little more abrupt, too. I was amazed at how filled the bin was. I’m so glad I didn’t take any Furosemide earlier!

Cleaned up again, and started the blog once more. Got it finished and posted off. Went on the WordPress Reader section, then, after another marathon wee-wee, I made a start on this blog.

Added some pictures to the Facebook Albums.

Ablutions tackled next. No shower, cause of the early hour. So a stand-up jobbie, like in my young deformative years (Hehe!), but with hot water and not having to heat water up on the stove… and the pleasure of not using a cut-throat razor but Bic disposables. Ah, and no ice forming on windows. And, having electricity supplied. I don’t really miss the old days that much! Hehehe! I left facecloths soaking in washing powder and disinfectant in the sink.

4thu01Had a look at the fluid containers (legs) to see if any new welts, boils, scars or bruises had arrived overnight.

All I could see that had altered was the blue mark on the shin had somehow wholly disappeared? Only to be replaced with a dark blue welt above the left ankle. Oh, and the fluid content difference between the pins!

4thu02Every day something different! Wasn’t that a catchphrase in an old advert on TV?

I departed the wet room, only to realise I had left my alarm wristlet and watch inside, so I returned to collect them.

WD 0.31.0 And found just one very dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) with its legs seemingly shrunken? He or she was on the sink edge. If anyone can explain to me how, this dead weevil had appeared on the sink, five minutes or so 4thu03aafter I had just put the clothes in to soak and it wasn’t there then… I would appreciate it. Baffled-Mode-Engaged!

The Morrison delivery arrived at 0700hrs. It looked like I’d gone over the top a bit again? Haha!

Readied the nibbles, raffle prizes and pressies. Left the cream cakes and wine in the fridge. Hopefully, I won’t forget to pick them up when I get out.

09:00hrs. Got the things checked and gathered and off to the jolly old Social Hour.

4thu05The fire door at the outer corridor end was wedged open, a door matt at flat 70 was in use, both of which I thought had been banned since Grenfell fire.

A mini obstacle course was manoeuvered around. Dropped some back bags down the waste chute, then down in the lift.

4thu05aDropped the bag of recyclables at the caretaker’s door. I didn’t disturb him, because he was on his mobile phone.

I took a snap of Winwood and Winchester Court.

The hobble along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses 4thu06Wardens Temporary HQ. Handily placed WC. Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin.

Before entering the shed, I snapped this shot of Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Court.

Not many folks at the Social this morning. But all seemed to enjoy themselves, and a few natters and laughs were enjoyed. I tried to wangle a gossip with Jenny, Nora, Doreen, Cyndy, Gaynor, John, Frank, and others.

4thu06aI decided while in there, to get the laundry done. On the walk back, I saw how close the thirty-foot drop was to the new walkway we have to use until the turning circle for the buses is completed.

Hopefully, none of our alcoholic dipsomaniac residents will use it and topple over in doing so. Hahaha! 

4thu07Access to the Woodthorpe Court entrance looked a bit dodgy as I limped in the drizzle along Chestnut Walk.

It must be terrible to getting access for the delivery drivers.

When I got in the foyer, I checked to see if any machines were free, and both were. So I hastened up to the flat and brought down the 4thu08washing and got the short cycle going.

As I went back up, Nora got out of the lift with her washing too. We had a short natter as best as two auditorily challenged people could. The wee-wees had reverted to the SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee) style.

Up and started to update this blog until it was time to go down and move the togs to the dryer. It was lovely to see, Mo, Gaynor and Big John sat there in the lobby. I got the clobber into the dryer. Much mirth, merriment, chinwagging, reminiscing and laughter flowed between us. Nora came down to move her washing to the dryer. I checked, and my stuff was almost dry enough. We had another laugh and natter between all five of us, as I removed and packed up my washing and cleaned the filter and helped Nora get her things into the dryer. Nora also helped me, when I dropped some socks on the floor, bless her.

4thu09I departed the company I was enjoying and back up to the apartment. Noticing a new poster on the lift foyer wall.

Had an SSWW. Got the oven warming for the meal.

The door chime rang out. It was the workmen who are calling tomorrow to do the pipework fitting and prepping for the Sprinkler System.

4thu25They told me they would move the heavy stuff for me. I thanked them both. And updated this blog to here, and got the nosh cooking proper.

Now the weariness came in floods. I could have worded that better!

I managed to view a complete episode of the ‘A-Team’ before nodding off!

Zzzz!

Inchcock – Tue 22 Jan 2019: Someone forgot about their Clinic Appointment today. I wonder who? Klutz! Interesting chinwag day though!

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jan22 2019

Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 22 Ionawr 2019

01:25hrs. I stirred in need of a wee-wee. Not urgently though, for once. I escaped the warm, comforting clutches of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and without much hassle, I ambled into the wet room and discovered the wee-wee classification had now returned to the SSPWW (Short-Sharp-Painful-Wee-wee) mode. The mind had not fully engaged yet.

WD0.51.102 As I was shutting the door as I left the wet room, I had to reenter swiftly, with the Porcelain Throne duties demanding attention! Sat there, the brain kicked into2tue05 action. I remembered I now had hot water again, and a light in the kitchen. Thanks to the kind intervention of Obersturmführeress Housing Patch Manager and East Midland Come Dancing Champion, Angela (26). ♥

As I left the room again, I spotted just one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) alive and kicking on the shower drain cover. As I approached with menace to get him or her, it shot down the drain.

It didn’t bother like it usually would, as I was in mixed but generally high spirits. Due to the much-appreciated help, I had was given in solving the water and light issues. The mind wandered again: The late appointment given me for today’s blood test appointment took the edge off of things a little though. I have to get bread, tomatoes, cheese, and some bleach somehow today. The Clinic I can get to anytime after 1400hrs. The dentist demand to be paid what I’d already paid rangled. My minds abstemiousness was being tested with these fears, worries, and challenges milling about in the brain.

WD0.51.102 Luckily, I was shaken out of this tempestuous mental turmoil, when I stubbed my toe on entering the kitchen to get the Health Checks done. Tsk!

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2tue04The sphygmomanometer worked the first time. But it produced some results that fretted me a bit!

The SYS and DIA were both higher. And as for the pulse… that was 103! Mmm?

Still, I found it pleasant to do the checks with the rooms light one. I got the medications taken.

WD0.51.102 I had to grab the grey tub quickly for another SSPWW. I’m sure it fizzled and bubbled as it hit the bucket. Now, this did frighten me at first. Then I realised I might have left some drops of antiseptic disinfectant and bleach at the bottom when I cleaned the tub. Phew! I saw the funny side of this, and may have laughed out loud! Hehehe!

I got on with the updating and finalisationing of the Monday Diary. Which took me far longer than I thought it would.

Made a start on this blog. Many errors were needing repeated correcting. Humph!

Got the kettle on to make a brew. A lot easier now I can see things in the kitchen. Haha!

I got the bag ready for the surgery and clinic with the nibbles collected and bagged. Then added some things to the Morrison order for Thursday (Porridge, cheese, and bleach)

2tue08Then went to make a pot of porridge for brekkers.

Oh, I am a milksop! Change my mind and had cornflakes instead.

I waited until 08:00hrs, then I could use the shower without disturbing anyone, and had a jolly-good, long enjoyable ablutionisationing session.

The legs remain abnormal. Haha! The difference in shape and fluid content remains a further oddity. The spider-veins, papsules, pimples, spots, bruises, pot-marks, 2tue07and unaccountable mystery scars seem to have changed, appeared or disappeared of their own accord, again!

WD0.51.102 Looking at this picture of the pins, reminded me of what a good idea of mine it was in response to advice given me by the Age UK advisor, to pay a professional decorator to paint the flat when I moved in. Humph! (See door frame bottom!)

2tue09WD0.51.102 When I got out of the shower, I found two EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) apparently swimming in the sink that contained the soaking in antiseptic disinfectant, facecloths? I had hoped that allowed entry by Willmott Dixon when they installed the new windows, weevils, had emigrated or hibernated for the winter, but no! Humph! Perhaps, with me having hot water for a few days, they thought they’d take advantage and have a bath? Hahaha!

2tue10I had a wee-wee, then gathered all the needs of the day into the bag and had a small mug of tea.

Which, is when I spotted the fantastic skyline outside. As the sun broke through from behind the flats, it clashed with the gloomy dark mist to produce this view. I can’t think of the word I need to describe it, surreal perhaps? No?

I took the four black bags of waste to the rubbish chute and got the sizeable white recycling bag fastened, and took it down with me on the way out.

WD0.51.102 Got to the lift door, then returned to the apartment to collect the hearing aids and swapped the reading for the right glasses. What a Nebech!

I called into the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights Flats, and Administration shed for the Generalleutnantess Wardens Temporary HQ, Willmott-Dixon workers breakfast and tea-break room, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Tenants Socialisation Shed. Rumourmongering Clinic. Telling Inchcock off Zone, Things like crockery and pottery to be stolen from, and residents room, and greeted Brigadeführeress Warden Julie. We spoke of recent events. But of course, I have been forbidden from mentioning any communications I have with any Nottingham City Homes personnel or agents, on this blog. So, I won’t.

Said our farewells of a sort, and I departed. A few residents in the distance were on their way to the bus stop.

WD0.51.102 As I meandered down Winchester Street Hill, the mind began to adopt its Negaholism-Mode. So strong were these depressive thoughts, I had got to the bottom of the hill and onto Mansfield Road, almost without realising it. Shame!

2tue10aI crossed over the road, spotting this sad sign of Nottingham’s future, and took a picture of it. Another closed-down Nottinghamian business up for lease! The bleak, wet roads, lack of shoppers and the sun beginning to shine, but it brought no hope with it… Sorry about that, got carried away. There must have been some traces of the minds moment of negaholism left-over. Hehe!

I hobbled up to the Post Office shop and got some sliced Polish bread, and two for a pound Scottish Highland Shorties. Paid the chap and out. Crossed back over the road, and down to the Continental store to see if they had any of the lemon croissants or chicken bacon in stock. They had neither, so back out to continue my slog to the surgery.

WD0.51.102 As I left t2tue11he store, this ‘Herbert’ of a Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist nearly hit me as he came across the pedestrian crossing at speed and rode up the pavement.

By the time I got the camera ready, he was swinging his legs off of the bike, before he went into a door on the right between the shops. I recall thinking: “Wouldn’t be nice if he lost his balance at this point while there was nobody 2tue12cnear for his to fall on, and hit the lampost in front of him!” It was just another failed hope, like.

I legged it in the nippy weather up the hill, over and down into Carrington and worked out I had plenty of time before the late appointment blood test, to carry on to the Lidle store and shop.

2tue11aWD0.51.102 As I neared the Lidl, another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist came close to clouting me. I called out at this one, but apparently, it made no difference as the antisocial-scumbag, inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant, uncaring, blasé, callous, bullying, intimidating, git of a podle just carried on weaving between pedestrians at speed.

Into the shop, and I got a little carried away with the shopping. I arrived at the Self-Serve checkout with Lemon Swiss Roll (Treat for Nurse Nichole), Cooked Meat trimmings, Maple Cured Bacon, tomatoes, lemon cheesecake pots, Turkey weiners and Porridge pots. I got the things through without any hassle or need for the overseers to assist me, scowl at me or get annoyed! She still gave me a first-class scowl of contemptibility though! The bags were now heavier, and I blamed the doctor’s receptionist whoever it was, that gave me such a late appointment. Huh!

2tue12aWD0.51.102 As I left the store to walk back up to the surgery – another damned Nottingham Pavement Cyclist all but ran into me. I had to do the moving out of the way, she didn’t even attempt to change direction to avoid me at all. Until she came to a stop and locked her electric bike up near a shop! And walked into the store with a blank sort of vacant expression on her face. A good job she missed the most attractive and desirable looking mobile-using pedestrian lady!

Thinking about, the bike looked brand new, perhaps she had not got used to riding yet? Like with the mobility scooters, electric bikes: there are no laws to have any training, insurance, registration or testing before the riders set about scaring the hell out of the elderly, disabled, hard of hearing, sight challenged or disabled with sticks pedestrians.

Perhaps, The Rt Hon Matt Hancock MP, Secretary of State for Health and Social Care who graduated from Oxford University with a 1st in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, having studied at Exeter College, Oxford. He went on to earn an MPhil in Economics at the University of Cambridge, where he studied at Christ’s College, Cambridge, may like to make a note of this?

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Or he may be too busy to bother?  He has a lot on his plate at the moment: 

  • His love of horse-racing takes up a lot of his time. A fiddle-filled wanting something for nothing addicted sport, that should have prepared him perfectly for Politics!
  • His determination to hold a second Brexit Referendum.
  • Once, he chartered a private jet on the way back from a climate change summit as energy minister, as well as accepting money from climate change sceptics.
  • He’s mentioned the ‘NHS’ or ‘National Health Service’ in the Commons on average once a year during his time in Parliament.
  • His saying that the Government was planning a further £1bn worth of cuts to the health service next year!
  • He’s been accused of breaking the ministerial code after appearing to endorse his own smartphone app.
  • When Business Minister, he was made to repay £1,674 after being found to have misused House of Commons facilities.
  • He also retweeted a poem that suggested the Labour Party was full of ‘queers’, which he claimed was a “total accident”.
  • But lets give him credit, he is not yet as repugnant as the supercilious, overbearing, pompous, condescending, gut-wrenchingly nauseating Rt Hon Jeremy Richard Streynsham Hunt who he replaced as Health Minister, and has remarkably been made Foreign Secretary instead of being put out of Government, only because of the things he knows about other MPs and Ministers! Gott strewth, poor Theresa May is trying to Govern the country and sort out Brexit with morons like these, supposedly at her side. Poor gal!

Just a few thoughts, you know! Whenever our well-practised gormandizing, quomodocunquizing clusterfists and rapacious varlets known fondly to us proletariats as Right Honourable expense fiddling MP’s come to mind.

2tue12bI got to the surgery and logged in. The lady receptionist said in response to my bemoaning the late appointment time and telling her of the problems this causes me: “That was “?” who made your appointment, I thought at the time how late it was for you!” Ah-well! Got the crossword book out, but my befuddled brain was not really up to getting many answers solved.

Nurse Nichole arrived to fetch me into her treatment room. I could tell at first sight of her pretty smiling face, she was in a much more relaxed mood today. We had a hilariously entertaining (to me, anyway!) nattering session, aided by the bleeding really reluctant to stop after the blood taking. Much chinwagging and laughter ensued. It was almost like a happy ten-minute unbeatable holiday for m2tue12de! Gave her some nibbles, and thanked her. She told me to take off the wadding on the wound later than usual. Her word is my command (I left doing this until the morning, but mainly because I fell asleep so unbelievably early). Dropped off some nibbles for the reception team an off out.

I caught a bus back into Sherwood. Walked up the road and into the Wilko store. Plenty of time before the L9 bus back up the hill was due, So had a walk around nosing.

1mon32I bought a pot of fragrance boost and a new China type mug. It was £2, but I thought worth it because I had found how good the tea tastes from the similar little mug I got for 50p from the charity shop months ago.

I paid the lady and had a look around the next two charity shops, not buying anything.

Then to the Co-op and bought some Cox’s apples.

To the bus stop, where I met Mo and Frank, and we had a really good natter and laugh waiting for the bus. Back at the flats, we alighted, and Frank shot off at an impressive rate of knots. The wee-wee needs, Mo and I thought, Hehe!

More gossiping as Mo and I limped to the flats. Mo had a sit down when we got in to catch her breath, I stayed with her a while, more blathering enjoyed.

2tue12eUp and into the flat. Had an SSPWW, did the Health Checks and medication taking. Put the fodder away and made up some Polish bread sandwiches and some tomatoes, gherkins apple slices and mushroom added.

Made a brew in the new China-type mug, it tasted delicious! So pleased I have another one now, just in case I break the old one. Hehehe!

I enjoyed the salad. That Polish bread is so palatble, and with the extra salt in it, I didn’t need to use any on the tomatoes.

WD0.51.102 While eating and enjoying this nosh… I remembered that I had not visited the clinic! The emotions of nemesism, self-loathing, embarrasment, penitentiary thoughts, self-condemnation and disgrace came over me. I put the plate and tray on the side of the Ottoman, and stewed in my own disgust!

Evntually I turned on the TV, and drifted off to sleep before the TV had come on!

4Thu001aI woke with one heck of a start an hour or so later!

I had a wander around to see if I could identify the cause of me rude awakening but without any luck.

For some reason, I noticed that the temperature on the Nottingham City Homes gadget were both out of the green zones. But I still haven’t worked out if this is good or bad. My being uncultured, untaught, unschooled, untutored, untrained, unread, unscholarly, uninformed, uneducated, uncouth, unsophisticated, and an unaccomplished, unconfident philistine might be the reason. Nowadays, with the memory, concentration and eyesight going, there is little chance of any improvement? Hehe!

I got myself back into the £300 second-hand rusty, rickety recliner, and was off back into the land-of-Nod in seconds. Zzz!

Inchcock – Mon 21 Jan 2019: Terrible start to the day. Got betterer, light and heater mended. So tired!

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Monday 21st January 2019

Icelandic: Mánudagur 21 Janúar 2019

WDP001B 00:00hrs. I stirred into a shambolic simulation of life, with the old mind in a state of worryingly mental-mayhem this morning. I was addlepated, muddleheaded and the fretting, panicking and confusions reigned, tormenting the brain somewhat for a while. Slowly the mind semi-focussed, and I saw the tray with the dirty plate and cutlery on the side chair. Signs of nocturnal nibbling were scattered around: an empty crisp packet, a jelly baby in the folds of my stomach, and a sucker wrapper in the waste tub, along with an empty desert pot! Oh, dear! This meant I must have got up out of the £300 second-hand rusty recliner during the night, and gone into the lightless kitchen to fetch the food, surely? But I could recall nothing of doing so at all?

WDP001B An extemporaneous and sudden demand arrived for a wee-wee! I fumbled my way out of the recliner, and stepping on a teaspoon on the way, I lunged for the emergency grey-plastic wee-wee bin, to find it was nearly full! (I could not remember taking any wee-wees last night either?) It turned out to be an LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wee) effort. It eventually filled the tub almost to overflowing.

WDP001B I engaged my ‘Had-Enough-Already-Mode’ I hobbled to the wet room, and thoroughly cleaned and antisepticated the grey bin after emptying it. While I was doing this, the need for the Porcelain Throne’s usage arrived. It was a miracle that I was in the wet room at the time. For the evacuation was a five-second-long Diahorrea Donald, Trotsky Terence type, messy and soft! More cleaning up needed!

WDP001B I returned to the recliner room, stepping on the errant spoon again. A silent curse word, a painful bend-down to retrieve the now warped cutlery piece, and gathered the plate and tray and off to the kitchen with them. The light tube was still on its last legs, and I foolishly forgot about this and turned the switch on. Within seconds Dizzy Dennis started off. Oy Vey, already! I left the items on the sink, I’m not going to sort them until it gets lighter and I ca1mon01n see properly.

The wind-up torch was utilised to do the Health Checks and take the medications and medicationalisational activities.

I had to use the torch again, to be able to take this photograph of the medicines.

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WDP001B I got the computer on and made up last weeks and today’s charts on the Excel record sheet. (During which I had to take two more LSPWWWs!) The readings today were up and down a bit. The pulse had never been lower, the weight and temperature have never been higher. Tsk!

1mon01aWDP001B Back to the Porcelain Throne. (Tsk!) The rear-end evacuation was over, again in seconds. But the follow-up LSPWWW took so long! I read the ‘Catastrophe’ book for a chapter or so. Huh!

This Monday morning’s Whoopsies, and Accifauxpas, so far had not installed much confidence in me for the future of the day. Humph! 

1mon05aThe electrician should be arriving twixt 08:00hrs > 12:00hrs, to replace the kitchen light tube. I hope!

WDP001B A few short, light Dennis Dennis visits and two more LSPWWWs came while I was updating the Sunday Diary. So it took me longer than usual by a long way. But, finally, I got it finished and sent off to WordPress.

I began to wonder about these wee-wees, and questioned if I had taken a Furesomide without realising it? But I don’t think so, as I cannot recognise one in the photo with the tablets in it above.

I made a start on doing today’s diary for an hour or so. Then decided to get some brekkie, a pot of porridge I think. I’ll make in the light of the other room this time, to avoid pouring boiling water on my digits again. Hehe!

06:30hrs. Started to get the ablutions done.

 An LSPWWW was passed. Then, would you believe it, I had a spot of bad luck. (Hard to comprehend, I know.) Half-way through the stand-up washing session, and the hot water started to run cold! Is today really happening? Or, am I still asleep and in the middle of an incubus nightmare? Mayhaps, it’s the Grim Reaper going soft, and making this day on earth so horrendous for me, that I won’t mind his taking me away? Haha! 

I prepared the black bags and recycling bag ready to take down. I can’t take them yet, its too early cause of the noise, and the tube replacement chap might turn up anytime after 08:00hrs.

2019 01a1WDP001B As I settled to update this blog, I suffered some splanchnic pains. But not from Roger Reflux or Duodenal Donald. This discomfort is coming from the lower abdomen. It is a nagging sort of pain, but I’d say only a 3/10 of the pain scale. Might be from the urinary bladder area? This organ is linked to the kidneys and may be why they have made the appointment for me on Thursday. No, Friday. Or not, of course. Hehehe!

I got on CorelDraw and creating some more page top graphics for the diaries.

11:10hrs now, no signs of the Nottingham Homes Maintenance electrician yet. So I made up some thoughts of the morning odes and graphics to use later. Shame, I’d hoped they would arrive early enough for me to get some shopping done. But, Hey-Ho!

12:20hrs now. No light, no hot water and in pain with the mystery pangs. Fed-up as well. I’ll nip out to see if I get some information from the Wardens, and ask them to ring about the hot water, or lack of hot water I should say. It’s the third time this has happened.

Hope to back in a while. I dropped the bottle of orange Lucozade on the foyer desk for anyone to take.

1mon07I’m back But feeling a right Schnook & Schmuck. Oy-Yoy-Yoy! Here’s why…

I set off out, feeling confused and irritated with myself.

Took this photo as I left the foyer, of the centre New Build Winwood Court compound.

Hobbled along to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Generaloberstesses Wardens Temporary HQ. WC, Rumourmongering Clinic. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationalistic Area. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Crockery and pottery to be stolen from location, and residents porta-cabin. I waved to a couple of passing residents, who acknowledged my greetings. That was good.

Got in the hut, and explained about the tube and lack of hot water. I felt even guiltier when I realised that Lynne and Julie were getting ready to eat their midday meals. Tsk!

1mon07c Julie told me that she said the appointment for the tube replacement was for… wait for it… MONDAY FEBRUARY 4TH! Not today! I wanted to run away and die! Lynne handed me a DVD of the ‘Clarence’ TV comedy, bless her cotton socks.

  • Will I fall asleep if they come late?
  • I can’t dare watch TV, cause if I put the headphones on to view the TV or a DVD, I’ll have no chance of keeping awake.
  • I hope I don’t wake up late for the clinic and blood test appointments in the morning.
  • When should I eat my dinner?
  • Mustn’t forget the medications and Health Checks.
  • How am I going to cope for 16 days with the flashing tube in the kitchen and the ensuing Dizzies that are sure to come?
  • I’ll have to wedge the door open I suppose, in the hopes that they come straight in.

Thanked Julie and Lynne for their help and apologised for things getting things wrong again. Klutz!

I was a little in turmoil as I walked back to the flat. But I saw Willmott-Dixons Perambulator Pete and Ian Incharge as I hobbled along. So took pictures of them I can doctor later.

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1mon07bI then saw Penny on her way home from the bus, and I chased after her, she was quick, luckily I caught up with the gal as she was sorting out her door fob. The Lucozade was gone, so someone got made use of it, I’m glad to say.

I told Penny of my woes. We had a little natter and laugh going up in the lift. I enjoyed that no-end.

Got in the apartment, and had what can only be called a marathon LSPWWW. Longest ever one for me. Haha!

Did the Health Checks and took the medications. Then got on the blog, to get details down before I forgot them.

While writing about the concerns, the mobile phone rang. It was Nottingham City Homes Housing Patch Manager, Obergruppenführeress and Ballet Dancer Angela Gould. And boy was I pleased that she read my blog! She’s rang maintenance and got them to call today for both the Tube and the hot water problem. Bless her cotton socks. I was a little mixed up when I was telling her about things, but she understood I think. I thanked her and carried on with this blog updating. In a much cheerier mood.

1mon07dAt 14.29hrs, a cheerful chappie arrived and sorted the kitchen light tube replacement for me in minutes. I thanked him, and off he rushed to his next job.

Now, all I have to come is another electrician to do the water tank electrics. If they come soon enough for the heating to start, I should have hot water in an hour or so. I think it begins getting heated around 18 or 19:00hrs?

I must not sit down, or I know I’ll nod-off, wanting to or not!

I did some work in doctoring the lad’s photos on CorelDraw and Paint. Got them finished. Hehehe! Hope the lads see these and like em!

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I went on Facebooking then, adding to the photo albums.

1mon3216:00hrs now. Well and truly past my kip-down time, but still waiting for the electrician. Might as well get the nosh sorted.

Oh, a success! Texas sausages, passata, and chilli-beans. The excellent tasting Aldi sourdough baguette used to dip and suck with. The other ingredient in the main dish was some rusty (skin on) potato chips. A sliced apple and another Limoncello dessert rounded off the feast for me. A 9.2/10 Flavour rating, despite my feeling so tired.

I think I was just at the point of nodding off when the intercom phone burst into life. It was another young man, who came mend the heater that had ‘Tripped-Out’ again. The lad was in and out in around three minutes, all done, now. Thanked him, had a wee-wee, did the last Health Checks and medication taking, and sat down on the £300 second-hand recliner. Got the TV on to try and stay awake long enough to watch a ‘Hustle’ episode.

1mon33WDP001B The instant I got down, Colin Cramps attacked! He had a go at the left side tonight and got carried away. The fingers, wrist, toes, foot, and leg all suffered acutely. And these annoying pains from the cramps stayed with me for longer than ever before.

I kept rubbing in the Phorpain 20% gel on and off for over an hour to try and get some relief. I think, in the end, it had little effect. The cramps just got bored with hurting me. Hahaha!

I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘Hustle’! I drifted off into much-needed sleep, hours later than my usual time and before the end of the programme. (Nothing new there, then!)

Hey-ho! What a flipping harrowing, problematical, health challenging, mind-confusing, busy, and yet heartwarming at getting some support, sort of day it was!

Inchcock – Sun 20 Jan 2019: Another new Wee-wee classified arrived today – LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) Hehe!

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Sunday 20th January 2019

UZBEK: 20 Yanvar 2019 Yil Yakshanba

00.15hrs: What follows happened just once before in my life: I woke thinking of the dreams I had just suffered. Nodded-off to have another, then woke-up and thought about the dream I had had. Nodded-off… This had happened repeatedly during my so-called sleep.

WD 0.51.0 Every dream was farraginous, a mixture of my failings, mistakes, bad judgements and calamitous decisions, from different periods at the same time. Humiliating, cringe-making, embarrassing, and unsettling in the extreme. Particularly the last phantasm; As I recall, it contained two incidents that I had forgotten all about, one from when I would have been about eight years of age, the other about forty years old. These nightmares did nothing to boost my morale or confidence whatsoever. They left my poor old brain depressed and sombre. Oy Vey!

WD 0.51.0 I lay there prostrate on the £300 second-hand ready-to-be-recycled rusty, rickety recliner, pondering, worrying and fretting for ages. I tried to make the images and memories repudious, by thinking of other things. Which failed miserably, when thoughts of the upgrading work, pipework, sprinkler system, moving the stuff out of the way in the flat to be done yet to make room for the builders. Pains from the mystery bruise in the left leg still active, the Clinic procedure due shortly, the bulb flashing in the kitchen in its death-throes, the painfull wee-wees, and it being a Sunday, no buses or chance of any chinwags… generally feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Tsk!

I didn’t dismount the recliner until 01:30hrs. Then only because I was in need of a wee-wee. And, what a change in them today! I felt I should reclassify them as LSPWWW (Long Slow Painful Weak Wee-wees) now. There was no sensation (other than the pain) or feelings of any evacuation at all! Off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

WD 0.51.0 Naturally as to be expected I suppose, I forgot about the flickering flashing light tube and turned on the light! Klutz! Almost instantly, and bringing on Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, despite my turning it off straight away. Now I was getting annoyed with myself! I did the Health Checks and took the medications by torchlight. Hoping I’d taken the right tablets. Hehehe!

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7sun03I made a mug of Morrison’s Assam tea, again by torchlight. Hehe!

Still, tomorrow the chaps from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance should be calling twixt 08:00 > 12:00hrs to fit me a new neon light tube in the kitchen. Bless em!

7sun05I had a risky wee-wee (LSPWWW), by torchlight! And took a photo through the unwanted light and view-blocking new window of the morning scene. I was pleased with the old Sony picture it produces. The row of lights left to right just above halfway is from houses on Winchester Street.

7sun07As I put down the camera back in the dark kitchen. I caught the button and took this photograph from the cabinet top. Interesting if not fascinating.

To the grey bucket for another LSPWWW, and what a long one it was, too!

 I took the brew with me to the computer to start on this blog.

7sun07aWD 0.51.0 But had to divert to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. The Porcelain evacuation was okay. But, the accompanying wee-wee, took that long, I read a bit of the First World War book while I waited for some kind of termination of the flow. Humph!

Had a rinse and freshened up afterwards.

7sun10WD 0.51.0 As I was leaving the room, I spotted two dead EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles)! I had hoped not to see any more of these creatures and thought my nine-month solo-battle against them had been won. But No! I didn’t see any yesterday anywhere.

I was struggling to fathom-out how these two dead ones, where out in the open and yet I’d not seen them before. I wondered if the live ones were trying to drag their bodies to the nest? Or, maybe a spider had done the same? I’m all mind-boggled now. Hehe!

Back to the computer and doing this post up to here. Then, after another LSPWWW of even greater duration, I started to finalise the Saturday diary. Got the blog done and posted by 04:40hrs. Then added photos to Pinterest.Facebook Albums.

My antejentacular activities continued with my going on to update the Facebook Photo Albums. Then the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the comment that had come in and the TFZer site.

And now, blow-it, Duodenal Donald has started off. Ah, well!

I stopped and went to make another brew of tea and sort out some breakfast for myself. The light tube was still trying to work, but it doesn’t help with the dizzies situation. I took these three photographs quickly one after another as I approached the medicine drawers to get an extra Omeprazole. Had an LSPWWW.

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7sun12Got the brekkie done. A pot of porridge, a mug of tea and a wholemeal bread thin sarnie, using up the last of the German smoked ham. Very tasty!

Then off for another LSPWWW.

Started on CorelDraw to do up some graphics to use as page headers. But not for long… off for yet one more LSPWWW! Tsk!

Back on CorelDrawing. I spent many hours on this. But the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet made it slow hard work for a while. Humph!

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7sun38Sister Jane called, and we had a decent nattering session. Which I enjoyed.

I got the nosh prepared, not that it took much doing. A ready-made Cumberland pie with lots of added cheese on top, tomatoes, chestnuts, mushrooms and bread thins with a splash of hoisin sauce. Followed by a Limoncello dessert, to which I later added some Squirty cream. Mmm! An excellent flavour rating of 9/10 was given.

I put down the well empty plate and tray and perused what was on the TV.

Plenty of stuff that I fancied watching… Zzzz!

Inchcock – Sat 19 Jan 2019

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Saturday 19th January 2019

Zulu: NgoMgqibelo 19th January 2019

23:35hrs. I sprang awake, without the brain fully engaged. I seemed to out of the recliner and in the kitchen with the wind-up torch assisting me to do the Health Checks, almost 6sat02without me realising it?

WD 0.0.255b The mind did join in with my bulbous body in activationalisationing when I dropped the torch and hit my shoulder on the cabinet in the dark when I bent down to pick it up. Tut-tut!

The BP readings were down. Good!

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6sat06Needless to say, but the flickering bulb was doing its best to light itself, but it’s on its last legs now.

There is a more significant area of the tube gone brown/red, and the flickering had already brought on a Dizzy Dennis attack, that I could have done quite well without. Ah-well!

Off to the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation with a little bleeding on this occasion. The flickering light tube had also brought on vision problems, well, focussing. When I got on the computer, it seemed to take a bit longer for me to do things?

6sat05I uploaded the pictures taken, and found this unintentional mystery one shown on the left here on the old Sony SD card?

I made up the Thought of the day rhyme and graphic for the top of this page, using CorelDraw, and went to take the medications and make a mug of tea. The Morrison’s Assam, now one of my favourite brews.

It dawned on me that I had been up for around an hour now, and I’d only had two wee-wees! Remarkable!

Back to the computer. I found I was having difficulty, a sort of acataphasia as I started this blog off.

I got myself side-tracked for an hour or so, with updating my personal word list. Huh!

Every time I stand, this so-called bruise causes a sharp pain with every step taken. I’m still suspicious that it may be something other than a bruise. But again, it’s no foofaraw!

I went to the obnubilated kitchen, to make another brew of tea. Where I opened the window and tried to take a panoramic photo of the horizon facing me. I attempted ten 6sat07times to shoot it, but the old Sony camera kept informing me I was too slow, or shook the camera or was too quick for it to be recorded. Humph! I’ll have to but a larger tripod I can use in future.

This would have been no problem with the old windows layout. Tsk! So I took this picture. I might use it as a backdrop for a Morning Thought later on.

I started this blog off and got as far as here, then went to make a mug of tea. I used the torch again, to avoid the flickering light flashing, and avoid setting the dizzies off again.

Then I got on with finishing yesterdays Inchcock off and got it posted. Then went on to the WordPress Reader section, some good stuff on there today.

Then I considered my option in the jentacular field. I decided on a pot of porridge, and a few Scottish Highland Shortie biscuits would do me.

Beyond this point is all a blur I’m afraid.

6sat23But I did find this photo on the SD card in the morning.

I’m not sure what happened. But a memory blank for some reason?

I vaguely remember watching some TV later on I suppose.

No signs of any other meals, but tons of nibbling evidence. Tsk!

TTFN.