Sunday 11th September 2016
Kept waking all through what bit of sleep I managed, mind racing going nowhere. Dreamt something about being in a vortex of dozens of angry people running around shouting at each other and none of them listening to the others?
0340hrs: Gave up trying to sleep, the piles ensured sleep impossible anyway. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner that operated impeccably, then to porcelain for a WRHD session. During which I remembered the Whoopsiedangleplop from last night with the tomato juice spillage on the carpet.
This thought was brought on by the blood that flowed from the haemorrhoids into the toilet bowl. Been a while since Haem Aroids bled like this. Little Inchy was not bleeding at all, Anne Gyna was only the slightest of bother, Duo Denal okay, Hernia Harry right, Rea Flux was of little bother, Arthur Itis was not bad at all and no dizzies yet. So, all in all, a good start to the day. I thought.
Popped onto the scales – popped off the scales. Blimey worra shock!
0455hrs: Into the kitchen and found the mess I’d left from last night and the cleaning up of the tomato juice Whoopsiedangleplop. Cleaned it up. Made a cuppa and took a photograph out of the window.
Mused for a while staring out into the morning view. The mind doing its own thing, confusion reigning.
Feeling I was a quidnunc, I meditated and pondered over life for a while – no answers solutions or remedies came to mind.
So I got the vegetables prepared for the slow-cooker.
Mushrooms, carrots, garden peas and red onions. Seasoned with some vegetable stock.
Got the laptop going and finalised the Saturday post then started this one off.
Then, CorelDraw X8 opened and got on with doing some more of the TFZ session graphicalisationing.
Five hours later, I think I’ve finished the TFZer series. Phew! Now what to call them? Here’s a couple of them to give you an idea of what they are about.
See the idea? Each TFZ gal is being watched. Perhaps I’ll call them, er… erm… “Your are Being Watched?” Not very original.
Got them posted on TFZ and then on the Facebook Photograph albums.
Shattered now I am – Got the nosh on!
This was not one of my best efforts mind. Not that it was bad or anything, just seemed tasteless?
The coughing had eased a lot during the day, so I thought I was going to enjoy this meal, but no, everything appeared to taste rather bland to me tonight?
Even the usually wonderfully tasty Nordic Bacon was disappointing.
Called to see Olive, but she was out. With her daughter dining, if I remember rightly what she told me yesterday.
Back to 72 and another WRHD. Had a shower and did the ablutionising.
Spent hours sat there falling asleep in front of the goggle-box. Finally gave up and tried to read the Spike Milligan book, but struggled to concentrate, so gave up, curled up and waited for proper sleep to come.