Tuesday 20th September 2016
Mardi 20 Septembre 2016
After a night of being chased dreams, I woke around 0600hrs and climbed out of the non-working £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WRHD session. Not an easy one, maybe the cheese I had with the quiche last night?
Laptop on and made a right mess of my idea for a funny post and gave up. Got yesterday’s Dairy finished off and published.
Made a brew and took the medications, had a WRWW and Arthur Itis was giving the knees some jip! All the walking in the rain yesterday, perhaps?
Checked emails then went on Facebook and CorelDraw, for too many hours.
Got the mixed vegetables on the boil. Anya potatoes in the saucepans and peas and mushrooms cooking in the Crock-Pot.
Did some email checking and decided to get the ablutions done, then sort out the clothes for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop.
Had a carbolicalisationing session in the shower, only cut my chin twice shaving (Getting flabby around the gills now yer know, hehe), forgot to clean me teggies so went back in and did so. Popped on the scales, but let’s not go into that. Ahem!
Had a walk into Sherwood and forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! Took the walking stick, but when I got close to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, the right leg was terribly painful. I waited at the bus stop and returned to the flats.
When I was waiting, I noticed that I’d taken the wrong bag with me anyway!
Two other tenants were there, and they didn’t hold the lift for me as I lagged behind a little. Humph, swines! Fair enough really, they might well have been in desperate need after their time out shopping, and wanting to use the Porcelain themselves. Hehe!
Turned the potatoes up a bit, and Crock-Pot on high. Had a WRWW session, laptop on and updated this hogwash.
Called on Olive, she was in great form and twinkling! A talk laugh and cuddle and I returned to number 72 and added some lamb gravy granules to the vegetables.
Feeling a bit down suddenly, no rhyme or reason for this as far as I could tell?
I hate it when this happens.
For some reason, I had a search around for the brown missing new belt and the brown umbrella. No luck.
Got some graphics collated to work on later.
Got the fodder served up in the bowl and tucked into it.
Got the seasoning right this time and the lamb flavour came through nicely too.
I did nibble some nuts later. That sounded healthy, didn’t it? I have to admit they were chocolate covered nuts. Shame mode adopted!
I chose some TV to watch, but the nodding off sessions became rampant, and I gave up to get off to sleep properly… Of course, I couldn’t. Tsk!
Wednesday 21st September 2016
Mercoledì 21 Settembre 2016
0525hrs: Woke, and lay there thinking about the dreams I’d had. Not a lot of detail, but the trend and mood of them seemed clear. In a factory, being chased again, school being bullied, using the old STfm computer and running for election as World President demanding freedom for tea bags and we must all use wooden spoons to stir the brew or something like that?
0600hrs: Instant notification from the bowels that I need a WRHD visit. The £300 Second-Hand recliner worked perfectly to release me, and the session did not go well. Took a good while and it a painful. No blood, though, thankfully this time.
Took an extra Senna with the medications and made a cuppa. Got on with the CorelDraw (Which unfortunately froze and I lost no end of work) to make some graphics for later use.
Did an order for Morrisons adding some Quiches.
Updated the diary, nowt much on Monday’s so I’ll do a double with today’s combined.
Had a good carbolicalisationing shower. Changed and out to the bus stop. No one else in site.
Arrived in Arnold uneventfully and went into Asda (Walmart) and got the Tenants camera photo’s done. Then did a bit of shopping while they were processed. I meant to get some Lemon frizzles, but foolishly selected Lemon Cheesecakes by mistake Huh! Got a TV paper, Irish Batch bread and some cashews.
Collected the photographs. Here is a couple of them:
Out of the Asda shop and a wonder through the Fulton’s Store. Got some small tins of chicken meat sausages, and a pack of four battered fish cakes.
Hobbled up to the High Street bus stop, to wait for the L9 bus near the car park.
I noticed how neatly someone had parked the Asda shopping trolley? Haha!
Back at the flats, I called on Olive, but she was not in. Sob!
Got into number 72, put the bread in the freezer and tins away in the cupboard and took the medications and updated this diary.
Got the fodder ready:
Battered fish cakes, Anya potatoes, blue cheese, pickle salad, beetroots, pickled eggs, gherkin, and red and yellow tomatoes.
Had the Surimi Royale, delectably sweet and tasty it was too!
No bread. Followed with a banana and apple along with the mini pot of Lemon Cheesecake.
A slight involuntary emission of the wind from the rear end when I was clearing up in the kitchen and… Phwoar! I think the ends of the kitchen rolls turned up! Hehe!
Planned the TV viewing, and no falling asleep or nodding off at all. In fact, I had a hell of a job sleeping at all, it must have been well into the early hours before I drifted off.