Saturday 29th April 2017
Malagasy: Asabotsy 29 Aprily 2017
0400hrs: After lying for a good while trying to recall the dreams, without much luck, I rose and disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee.
Immediately I put on the footwear, the mystery of last night’s escaped potato was solved. I found it in the slipper and squashed it with my tootsies. I took the slipper with me into the wetroom and cleaned it along with my toes. Not easy getting down to clean out the potato flesh under the nail I can tell you. Tsk!
This reminded me that Susan, the foot lady, podiatrist, foot doctor, or chiropodist is due this coming Wednesday. I made sure I put her payment money on the side, so as not to forget it when she arrives.
Performed the Porcelain Throne duties without finding anything bleeding at all… Good start I thought.
Carried out the sorting of next weeks medication pots then did the Health Checks.
The Sys was up again, but the weight was down once more.
I suppose all the hassle and hobbling around I’ve done over the last two days must have helped in this reduction?
Made a mug of tea and took the photograph at the top and added the potato. Hehe!
Duodenal Donald, who had not bothered me up until now this morning, started to kick in with some terrible stabs, so I took an extra Omeprazole capsule and a big gulp of the Antacid. I know they took me off Aludrox ages ago because it was they thought, causing constipation and diarrhoea. But at least it was effective-ish. Wish I had some now. Hey-ho!
I finished and posted yesterday’s diary and started this one off.
Did some WordPress reading.
Went on Facebook.
Started to create some graphics to use on the TFZer site and for Lynton and Martin.
Then did this one for the TFZers.
Started another one off.
CorelDraw 2017 froze. Gave up.
An idle afternoon, Facebooking, WordPressing, passing wind, YouTube and general internet searching.
Got the meal sorted.
Settled to watch a DVD and drifted off before it had loaded on the machine thingy…
And had a dream that kept changing all the time from one scenario to another.
One, I was back in school, all the bad things being recalled, but I was still old? Then into what was like a Western Movie and I was directing it. I played a bit part as a saloon seller, and they kept shouting at me for my bad German accent?
Back to school, some horrendous memories were relived and Dad came into it and seemed so genuine and real.
Back to the cowboys, now I was a blacksmith… Lots of other things took place I’m sure, but only these bits stayed with me.
Back to school, a fire down in the boiler room.
Lots of other things took place I’m sure, but only these bits stayed with me.
Came out of the dream and Jonathan Creek was on the TV screen, the first episode just finishing, so I knew I’d been dreaming for about an hour?
Went in to clean the pots I’d left in the sink – and found I’d left the hot tap running again! Humph!
Had a stand-up wash and shave using water heated in the kettle and saucepans.
Head down to get some rest and panic… Did I turn off the cooker? Did a turn off the heater in the wetroom? I had to check these out. All okay.
Head down again and woke again… Did I close the kitchen window? Did I lock the door? Did I leave the fridge door open?
Getting fed-up with myself now…
At least Duodenal Donald was a lot easier.