Inchcock Today – Sunday 19th March 2017


Sunday 19th March 2017

Japanese: 2017年3月19日日曜日

Getting to sleep so unbelievably late, meant I didn’t wake up until 0445hrs, very late for me usually.

Sat pondering on the dreams I’d had, not much detail recalled, only that they were about my past life I think. Anne Gyna was letting know she was there.

Out of the £300 second-hand shaking and shuddering badly as it lowered me down to get out of it recliner and off to the porcelain room. Little Inchy and Haemorrhoid Harold, thankfully, were both a lot better bleeding-wise this morning.

Carried out the Health Checks.


The only concern was the weight increasing almost daily. I suppose my not getting out so much will have something to do with this? I must try to get out for a walk again later today.

Made a brew and took the medications and applied the creams and lotions, then got the computer on and updated yesterday’s diary and got it finished and posted.

Started this one off, had an emission of wind, and had to hasten to the porcelain. Tsk! All okay.

Made a mug of tea to replace the one that had gotten cold. Decided while in the kitchen, I’d get the mushrooms in the crock-pot on low. Added some mushroom soy sauce to them, shouldn’t need any salt or black pepper with this sauce in?

Back to the computer and found and used at the top, cause it made me smile.

Did some WordPressing. Then spent hours on Facebooking.7Sun03

Getting the chance to extol the virtues and flavour of the Polish Bakery half-wheat, half-rye natural sourdough bread.

Appetizing, hardly any crumbs and not too expensive to buy.

You can get it online at Morrison’s for 89p, I think it was… or 79p for a sliced 400g loaf.

I wonder, whether maybe or if Morrison’s will slip me a back-hander for the free advertising?


Set-to doing Marie’s and Marys graphicalisation of there sorting out the competition lady lurking in their Park. Took a few hours, but I think it’s come out alright.


 Tired now from concentrating, certainly not through owt physical cause I ain’t done no exercising.

Been drizzling down with rain now for hours, not that this affects me, just hope that it stops by the morning when I have to hobble into Sherwood then Carrington, to get to the surgery for the INR blood test.

7Sun03Got the din-dins sorted in no time. roast potatoes,

Garden peas, soy flavoured mushrooms, roast potatoes, crispy smoked streaky bacon, two boiled eggs, roast belly pork, silverskin pickled onions and cheddar and soft cheese. No tomatoes of any worth available at the moment, all bitter. The last two slices of the half-wheat-half rye sourdough bread. A banana and lemon curd yoghourt (Very nice!) followed.

Settled down to watch some of the Boon DVD… drifted off and dreamt of my being chased in underground tunnels by all sorts of people and things. Some I recognised and could name, strangers and small, weird creature of all types and shapes, everyone one being coloured orange? I was really nervous, and out of breath running on the gravel and kept falling over, each time I did, my pursuers stopped chasing me until I got up and started running again?

I woke up with a jump, thinking it was early morning, lay there thinking and making notes of the dream to use late in this diary, then realised I’d only been sleeping for a matter of minutes? Odd that!

The racing mind did not let me get back to sleep for yonks, think I dropped off around midnight.