Inchcock Today Sat 13 Feb 16:

A lawyer opened the door of his BMW when suddenly a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the lawyer was complaining bitterly about the damage to his precious BMW.
“Officer, look what they’ve done to my Beemer!”, he whined.

“You lawyers are so materialistic, you make me sick!”, retorted the officer. “You’re so worried about your stupid BMW, that you didn’t even notice that your left arm was ripped off!”

“Oh no!”, replied the lawyer, finally noticing the bloody left shoulder where his arm once was. “Where’s my Rolex?!”

Saturday 13 February 2016

01W04 Another terrible night, a multitude of semi-repetitive dreams, none of which I can recall in any detail at all. Something about being in floods, canals and struggling to carry my bag of shopping?

Artist blogger and Cyber-friend, the lovely Lady Patti Beckert, was in there somewhere?

The sleep seemed to come in ten minute periods; I was waking up so often.

Gave up around 0400hrs, got up and visited the porcelain. Had to clean up the blood from the piles and poor Little Inchy, and then the bathroom where it had splashed all over the place in the process.

The mind was hard to concentrate on anything for some reason too.

The innards were beginning to rumble. Oh dear.

The torn muscle was I thought, a little easier. But of course, I hadn’t started doing any walking yet.

I hope the lifts are working today, I’ve got to get some laundry done. Well, that is if a machine is free, it being the weekend like.

Must get my computing pleasures finished ASAP today and get the laundry done, then get some much-needed cleaning and tidying up tackled.

Not feeling my usual self this morning. No singing to myself, my vivacity and gusto have abandoned me. Hehe!

So, I checked and responded to the one email. Made a cuppa and took the medications, and checked on Facebook.

Did some graphicationalising, and then got the laundry things ready.

Had a good soak in the bath and titivated myself.

I got down to the laundry room.

Good job the lifts were operational, I’m glad to say.

Got the washing in and going, then to the foyer to try and do me crosswords.

Stayed there, until the washing was completed. Transferred the clobber into the dryer.

Not many people about today.

I popped back up to the flat and got the things ready for my planned trip out to get some nosh.

Back down to the laundry room, machine finished, packed the togs into the bag. Cleaned the filter out, and back up and put the clobber away.

Out to the bus-stop, the right leg didn’t seem as bad as yesterday. Then I managed without any undo effort to get on the wrong bus.

By the time I got off of the bus in Sherwood, the leg was giving much grief again, so I decided to potter around Sherwood in the hopes of getting a small jug to use for me milk and some bread.

I limped over to Wilko’s to search for a jug. They did have some in, but they were over £3. Came out with a pack of disposable one-use small foil trays with lids that I could use in the oven cooking.

Called into the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, dropped off some bits, and looked fro a small jug. No luck.

Back up to the bus-stop, and found an L9 was due in 15 minutes, so I waited for it to arrive.

Back at the flats, I limped up and found a letter from the Government Pensions people; it had been forwarded from the old address. So I must get help in ringing them to inform them of my new address Monday.

Got the kettle on. Made a cuppa, and got my meal prepared.

The last of the boiled spuds, the last beef slice, the last of the chestnut mushrooms, the last of the Irish potatoes, some nice chestnuts and bread thins.