Wednesday 25th August 2021: Inchies Diary, and sometimes the odd ode, that might be told?

TFZer Lads - Doing what?

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TUESDAY EVENING EVENTS

Thanks, Mr $22m a year, salaried Steve Fries. How do you con people into paying you a fortune and cock-up what was a good Virgin Media when you bought it? No wonder that Liberty-Global is trying to hide the fact that they own it! Fancy that!

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WEDNESDAY 25th AUGUST 2021

06:00hrs: Up like a lark (albeit it, a sickly, poorly, hobbling, featherless, shaking-shoulder ridden, deaf and poorly sighted, confused, lonely, aged lark!) Hahaha!

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Porcelain Throne Struggle!

By the time I'd taken the customary wee-wee, the need for the Porcelain Throne had arrived. So, off to the wet room, seated on the Throne, crossword book out, and a long, long wait for the evacuation to progress started. The torpedo fooled me this morning. It began to emerge and stopped in its tracks, putting pressure on the tubes, so to speak. Making it more painful than ever to give things a push, so I just waited for nature to take its course. It was in no rush! Tick-tock, I waited... The progress with the crossword was nilch! Hard to concentrate when you are in agony and fearing the bleeding is bound to come.

I got through the marathon evacuation with accinged girded loins. Pleased and surprised to say, there was no bleeding, but things were rather sore.

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Ablutionalisationing Actioned

A lot of dropsies, teeth cleaning and shaving. With the threat of a Neuropathic Pete’s adventitious right leg, Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dance kicking off. I could feel the struggling nerve-ends. But no, it didn't mature. A naughty nick shaving that took some stopping. Plugged it in the end.

A toe-stubbing when getting the trousers on and the slightest knocks with the elbow on the door leave the wet room. A stand-up affair that went very well indeed.

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Health Checks Sorted

Blood Pressure up a smidge into the lower red zone, but that is not unusual. Urine in a high spot. I did note that the calculator had put Sys 147 in the green; a few days ago, it was in the amber, on 146?

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Sorting Declutter Bits

During this, I realised that I may have left the hot water tap (faucet) running when I left the bloodied cloth to soak. 

Limped swiftly to the wet room. All Okay!

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♥ Carer Jillie Arrived ♥

She soon took control (She does that a lot, Hahaha!), and sorted the medications out, and went through the questions for me. Shook took some things down with her for the Winwood Table and even took the waste bags to the chute for me! She's so kind to me! ♥

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Began on this Blog...

But only got as far as putting the photos in CorelDraw and saving them to use later. Then remembered what Jill had said; I must get the money for the Declutterers, as they will be here in a few days! So, I closed down the computer and got the things ready. Then set off to Sherwood and the bank to get the money. Making sure I would remember the pin number this time. We'll see about that.

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Photographed the end Car Park

Still popular with the red vehicles. The red van driver man has done better today. He's nearly got between the white lines. Hehehe!

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Feeling Perky, I set off

I had a little natter with some residents who were at the bus stop. Then departed on my walk down Winchester Street, into Sherwood. At the end of Chestnut Walk, I turned right at the allotments. I stopped to try out the Canon camera, using the Macro option. You may notice that I have not mentioned this before? That's because it's taken me two years to find out how to engaged Macro-mode! And that was by a fluke when I hit the wrong button! Hahaha! You must laugh, sad as it is. Here are the Macro pictures I took these coming to an end, blackberry bushes.

I think they were okay, but not over impressive or anything special. A bit like me!

As I started to walk down Winchester hill, I snapped another one in Macro - I'm not sure if it helped get a better shot or not? It was of some weeds on the kerbside, forcing up through the concrete or whatever it is.

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Onward Down the Incline

As I got to the bottom of the road, I spotted a crowd of people outside the bank across Mansfield Road. Aha, maybe they do not open until 10:00hrs? It could be something to do with rising deaths and new cases of Covid?

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To The Co-op

So, I called in the Co-op in search of some fresh garden peas. Failed! The now customary Escooter was in the way again.

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The Bank Queue had Grew!

I wished I'd joined in earlier now. Tsk! It appears, as I found out fifteen minutes later, the bank has a bouncer who was asking each customer why they'd come to the bank as they entered. And stopping too many going in. It may be because of the Covid, especially the new strain, of which it is said: Experts warn new Covid-22 virus more deadly than the Delta variant. My turn eventually arrived. I got dagger eyes from the staff when I told them I was here to take money out. Ha! Leaving, I nearly got hit by this uncaring Pavement cyclist! The Git!

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To The Bus Stop Home

Penny and Welsh Wiliam were in the shelter. They had a gossip, and I listened in. William told us that the road, top of Winchester Street, and Mapperley Rise had been closed off! So the bus cannot get to the Winwood Court at all. We'd have to get off early and walk to Chestnut Walk and the flats.
Penny on pavement, William on the road, they soon left me lagging behind as they chatted away going up the hill. I wasn't bothered at all, I didn't want to be social and had a chinwag, I wasn't sulking and all sad! Hahaha!

Sweet Penny on the pavement, William on the road, they soon left me lagging behind. Not that I minded, why would I want to have a natter and talk to anyone! Sulking? Me? Yes!

William was right; Mapperley Rise was closed too. So there will be no 40 or 19 buses, not any buses for us until the work is finished. I imagine it is something to do with the block of private flats being built, electricity or waterworks? It might take some time, cause I couldn't see any workers?

Penny and William had stopped to tell some residents the bad news about the transport situation at the bus stop.
I caught up with them, and they moved off again. Welsh William walked with me through the link tunnel back to Woodthorpe Court. Penny caught us up.

I got in the flat and hastened for a wee-wee. Phew, made it just in time! Made a brew and got on with the gigantic job of catching up on this blog for hours!

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Liberty-Global Virgin Media Down!

Well, fancy that! 

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Local Covid Latest

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Time For food, then a Kip

I'll try anyway

Hahaha!  Look at the amazing untouched up face in this spud!

The above spuds are for tomorrow.

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A Special Nosh Prepared! - 'Accifauxpas'

I got all of the fodder onto a tiny rectangular tray, smaller than any plate. Determined to eat a little less, I am.

No bread and no potatoes. Tsk! The no potatoes may have something to do with me dropping the pot  and potatoes on the floor?)

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End Car Park Status

Natty bit of parking on the hatched-lines area. I like the style of the black and white mini. Rather natty looking. A visitor, mayhaps?

I had another peep a little later. A black car parked on the hatching this time.

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Washed the Heavy Shirt

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Head Down In Hope Of Sweet Morpheus

After cleaning the pots and washing, I settled in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, difficile, crumb-covered tatty recliner, in search of kip.

Amazing! I nodded off! I vaguely recall dreaming of a certain carer. Obviously a betterer dream! Say, no more!

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Woken Up By Arrival of the Evening Carer

It was Carer Helen, I think. Did my doses. Thanked her, gave Helen some of the towel tablets and a can of plonk, off she went.

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Took this Photo

Odd shades?

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Updating this Blog

Posted it off. Sent the link Email off. Went on Winwood Heights & TFZers Facebooking

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Good Evening!

Inchies Coronavirus Calypso

 

Coronavirus Calypso

Going into self-isolation,

As is most of the nation,

To get the toilet rolls in?

The chances? None to thin,

Coronavirus, payment for our sin?

Tellurians, you must not bump into,

Tatterdemalion or the well-to-do,

Urges to touch, you must subdue,

Cut your hair, have basin cut hair-do,

Having sex is still under review!

But pigeons can still bill and coo?

No food in the shops,

Bread, milk, you might find a few,

You'll have to fight and argue,

Battle with the determined queue,

Then blood and insults will spew,

The language'll be very blue!

You might try home delivery for food,

To sustain you and your brood,

If you do, try home delivery food!

To the delivery man, do not be rude,

Self-isolation is wrong, some folk argue,

But I'll not be involved over this, thank you,

HMG responses seem so impromptu,

Certainly going to cost us revenue,

Self-isolation, so many folk rue,

A bit of good news is overdue,

Confusion over what we must do,

We mustn't shake hands too!

Is mankind's end really in view?

Stuck at home, what do we do?

Clean shelves and dust that statue,

Pen some extra veins to your tattoo,

No food in, so no chocolate to chew,

Can't get out to buy, so no making stew,

Your plans and orientation, none askew!

Sit, read a book, perhaps of Fu Manchu,

Back of the fridge, mouldy Danish blue?

You're starving now, for tea that'll do!

Dig around the sofa for crisp-crumbs residue!

The nurse's visit cancelled too,

Mind froze, stagnated; what will ensue?

Where is the spirit of World War Two?

Is it the end? Will you ever again hear a cuckoo?

Is it to be that you'll not see another cup of tea?

Farewell, to your beloved tasty Glengettie brew?

Your mind gets depressed; whatever can you do?

Finally, you get a plan made and worked through!

Escape! Find food, and hopefully, a toilet roll too!

Your plan to go shopping, sanctioned by the Tenant's escape crew,

How to get us through, whatever can you do?

They don you with a wig to hide your bald head from view,

You know you may not return, but offer your neighbours a thank-you,

Creep out, staying in the shadows, your walking stick oiled too,

Arrive at the store, but what a sight greets you...

But it's the future, your deja vu, hitherto!

Empty shelves, fighting, greed, at Sainsbury's too!

Little fresh food, no toilet rolls, not even a tissue!

This was now a serious issue,

You give an Achoo - but nobody blesses you!

Last week, I departed, with a facemask on us,

Met a protesting, nasty gang of AntiMaskers!

Their mood, angry and ablatitious,

They knocked me off of my walking stick, so vicious!

All, bar one of the paramedics, were wonderous, 

He was an anti-face masker; and kicked me in the knackers!