Saturday 25th March 2017
Estonian: Laupäev 25 märts, 2017
Stirred around 0245hrs, the dirty dinner plate on the next chair, notes about a dream on the arm of it and desperate for a heavy duty session on the porcelain.
Untangled my ever increasing body mass from the delicate and rickety £300 second-hand recliner chair and off to the porcelain throne. Once again, no bleeding from the front or rear… I’m beginning to worry about Haemorrhoid Harold, Hehe!
Got the dirty pots washed up, made a brew and took the medications, then trimmed the carrots and got them into the slow cooker with Mushroom Soy Sauce.
Performed the Health Checks. All looking good here too!
Perused the scribbled notepaper, and found I’d been dreaming apparently, about an underground fight with gigantic earthworms… or was it that I was shrunken? Whichever, after the conflict I found myself in a room being interviewed by, well some secret service type people I reckon, they were not messing about, and I was bloodied and battered during the conversation about my not renewing my TV licence? The words Linctus and Doormat (I think that is what I’d written) on the paper meant nothing to me?
Got on and spent the next two and a half hours or more, sorting yesterday’s mammoth diary and got it posted off. A long busy day, leaving me with photographicalisation to sort and post as well as recall all that had happened… mind you, seeing the photos helped me.
The view out of the window was almost pretty, with the sun coming up and creating shadows over the houses.When I took the photo, I thought I could see an aeroplane on the right, but it seems to have disappeared?
When I took the picture, I thought I could see an aircraft on the right, but it appears to have gone?
Guess what? I’ll tell yers… I went into the other room to do the weighing of my fat frame, and I found the missing camera! Perfectly naturally and to be expected, it was in the laundry bag! Huh?
Oh heck! Back up again by more than it went down yesterday! Humph!
But all the other reading seemed about right and no surprises.
Even the pulse had gone down nicely. Add the fact that Haemorrhoid Harold and Little Inchy had not been bleeding and Arthur Itis was so kind this morning, even after yesterday’s struggle in town. And Duodenal Donald had eased too, things were looking good I thought – That was before I tested the carrots again and managed without any bother to stab myself between the fingernail and finger with the sharp end knife!
Someone (Well a lot of folks) have said I am too much of a pessimist. Here is proof, or one of the root causes that I am one. Every time I start to get that dreaded feel-good factor in my life… Mr Thatservesyouright visits me. Humph, Hehe!
It’s a good job I’m used to it, or I could get discouraged you know!
Started this diary off, then did some WordPressing.
Did some Facebooking then.
Got the ablutions tended to, in time I hope, to catch the first bus at 1030hrs into Sherwood. Missed the bus, so walked down to Sherwood.
Limping along Chestnut Walk passing the vehicles and on the right, I fell in love with a single Daisy. All on her own she was. I had a chat with her. Hopefully, no one realised this.
Onto Winchester Street Hill. Halfway down I took this photograph below left, and near the bottom the second photograph.
These represent the beauteousness weather and the wonder of nature.
Also, that Arthur Itis was still kind to my knees and ankles as I poddled along slowly but fairly comfortable this afternoon down to the shops.
Arrived at the Continental Food Store and invested in some of my favourite Roast Belly Pork with herbs and garlic, and two slices of another belly pork that looked good, without herbs. A small sliced Continental loaf and a jar of garden peas and carrots with flavouring.
Arthur was beginning to affect the fingers for some reason.
I lazily strolled very slowly up the hill on Mansfield Road and called into the Wilko store to get some disposable razors. I left with the blades, a Citrus body deodorant for men (Of course, Hehe!) some disposable oven trays, Vitamin B complex tablets, and electrical extension lead with four sockets with on/off controls on each and one more of the Pure Citrus fresh air without water sprays at half-price, £1.50!
As I was taking the change from the helpful lady serving me, the damned fingers froze. I had to walk further up the road to the bus stop with the receipt, and a fiver stuck firmly in my grasp! Tried to prise them out and the receipt got torn in half, but the five-pound note was okay as the fingers relented and loosened their grip of steel.
Roy was at the bus-stop and had a right laugh over my fingers declaring independence, as he said. But it was a hard conversation as we had both not got out hearing aids in. What a pair we are!
Chinwag with Roy and back to the flat. Wee-wee, put the things away and made a cuppa and onto the computer to update this diary and do some work on graphicalisationing.
And there I remained for seven hours. The result (below):
Very late by the time I’d got it finished, and I was so tired, but semi-pleased with the resulting graphicalisation.
Got the nosh ready. The red carrots cooked in the crock-pot with mushroom soy sauce were appetising, the belly pork divine with the beetroot cheeses and pickled eggs.
Lemon Fool to follow with a banana.
I devoured it with relish and settled into the £300 second-hand recliner with a mug of tea and digested the evening medications, rather later than usual with the good strong Yorkshire tea brew.
The finger I had stabbed down the nail with the paring knife in the picture on the left seemed to smile at me with a metallic glint that said threateningly; “I’ll get you again Inchcock…Hehehe!”
I knew then that I was either overtired or going bonkers… perhaps both?
I repeatedly drifted off for a few minutes, woke, realised the programme had finished, drifted off again, realised the prog… you get the picture. The mind was seemingly over-active, and I have no idea when I eventually nodded off proper-like, but it was well after midnight.
I must remember tomorrow to add some of the Polish half-rye-half wheat Sourdough bread to my order for next Wednesday.
I did wake momentarily during a dream. I lay trying to remember it, but nothing there in the memory of any details.
4 thoughts on “Inchcock Today: Saturday 25th March 2017”
Did you wash the camera? Fortunately I have not lost any cameras, although, I have accidentally send a few things through the laundry that should not have been laundered. Although it seems there;s always money in need of laundering, Money is awfully dirty you know. You did a wonderful job on your graphicalization. Lovely daisy that is. Women who service you in Nottingham give change? That’s quite nice of them. I would think they would keep the change for a tip or something. The Half wheat, half rye Polish, sourdough bread sounds a bit like how some people order coffee around here “I’ll have a half caff, decaff, whole bean, macchiato, mocha light, dark brew. Did I say hold the caffeine?” Have a wonderful Sunday, Sir!
Thanks, Tim, I enjoyed this comment.
I did buy a waterproof camera on offer at £85 from £225, once. They claim it could be used underwater. It wouldn’t save any photo’s so I took it back. They told me they had stopped selling them now, but knocked the cost off of the Sony I have now. Then later, I bought the Lumix and love it.
Glad you liked the graphic Sir.
Love the service ladies giving change thought. Hehe!
I’m glad I don’t drink coffee, I get confused enough without having to decide wich one to drink.
Have a splendid day Sir.
You’ve been rather dangerous to yourself with sharp objects lately. Great graphic btw 😉 Even when I was a teen I would put things in the most strange of places. One night, I’d lost my homework, I tore up every room I had been in, but it wasn’t there. Later when I went to get a snack, I found my homework in the refrigerator, seems I’d had a snack not long after coming home & just set it down when I grabbed something, LOL
I seem to have gained the habit of Whoopsidangleisationing lately, your right. Hehe!
I can relate to your refrigerator incident.
In young drinking days, I found my socks laid out in the oven one day?