Inchcock Today – Friday 30th June 2017

Friday 30th June 2017

Kazakhstan: Жұма, 30 маусым, 2017

0400: Woke and found loads of scribbled note about dreams on the writing pad. None of the readable. Humph! More like wavy lines mixed in with written morse-code.

Up and off to the ProcelainThrone. Haemorrhoid Harold painful and lots of blood, too much. Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger and Duodenal Donald were all in a good mood. No Dizzy Dennis or Shaking Steven visits yet either.

It was looking a bit gloomy outside as I put the kettle on.

Took the medications and did the Health Checks. Sys 159, Dia 75, Pulse 75, Temperature 35.8, Weight up to 14.9!

Had a wee-wee.

Got the computer going and looked at the weather in the USA.

All sorts of weather warning on the map I looked at.

I’m concerned about the TFzers living over there with the thunderstorms and floods warnings.

When you compare the United States to the little UK area, it surprised me.

Started off this diary up to here. Then finalised yesterdays.

The alarm panel now has a yellow light flashing intermittently?

The headers I installed for WordPress, had disappeared. So I looked into the problem and designed new ones in the hope of correcting the problem.

Onto CorelDraw and tried to make it fit.

One page suggested the size in mm and the other in pixels, heck of a job converting them to inches. Huh! Took me ages, then I’m not sure if I got it right.

Had a wee-wee.

Took a break from computerisationing, and got the cleaning cloths and oven gloves washed out. Then realised, or rather thought to myself, how am I going to get the wet oven thingies dried?

Made a weak attempt with the airer and bowls underneath, to prevent any water dripping onto the electrics at the bottom. Must remember to keep changing the position of the cloths and oven mitt regularly.

Got garden peas de-podded and into the saucepan in water and demerara sugar for later.

Had a wee-wee and moved the oven mitts on the airer. Going to take ages this is, Tsk!

Back on the computer.

Found I had not posted the diary for yesterday, so I did so.

Email answering and comment replying done. One email was from the surgery booking my next appointment for an INR blood test for next Wednesday at 1430hrs – the swines know I like an early time as well! They will not be getting a bag of nibbles next week, the little devils! Humph!

You watch now, I bet the GUM clinic makes that day for the operation… or something will come up and send the plans into mayhem, I know, my high EQ just told me so! Hehe!

Had a wee-wee. Changed the position of the clothes drying on the airer.

Well, would you Adam and Eve it: Proof that my High EQ is still working, so soon after writing about it as well. Got an Email telling me of a Nottingham City Homes Assessment Meeting on… Wednesday 4th July at 1400hrs. I just knew this would happen!

Back onto Corel Draw.  Got this one of TFZer Janet and hubby with their servants. Including some of the TFZ lads and yours truly raking the gravel and cat sitting. Hehe!

Hope they like it. Posted it to albums and the TFZ site.

I took these photo’s from the balcony.

Had a wee-wee.

Did a bit of Facebooking, then back onto CorelDraw to start another graphicalisation. Got it finished. Jill from Australia with Russell Grant in her kitchen. Good grub about?

Had a wee-wee.

Turned everything off when Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Steven visited me.

Got the meal sorted.

Beef pie with extra gravy made, mashed potatoes with cheese and onion, garden peas, wholemeal bread and a lemon yoghourt.

Washed the things and rested, in fact, I felt drained.

Did nothing but try to watch TV, fall asleep, wake up for a wee-wee, try to watch TV, fall asleep, wake up for a wee-wee, try to watch TV…

Drifted off., woke up with the TV still on and remote control laying on my ample stomach, and thought I could smell something burning

Around 2350hrs, I woke up with the TV still on and remote control laying on my ample stomach, and thought I could smell something burning. Struggled out of the £300 second-hand recliner trod on something as I limped around looking for any signs of fire burning or food left cooking. Nothing found and the smell seemed to dissipate as I searched. Reasonably satisfied that there was no conflagrations or indications of any danger, I had a wee-wee and returned to the recliner. Whoopsiedangleplop! The item I’d trodden on was the DVD remote control, and it had split the plastic, and I had a bruise on my foot as well.

Did the well-belated last of the day’s health checks and the evening medications were taken.

Cleared the Accifauxpa area and mounted the recliner… woke up hours later with it still not reclined. I must have nodded off straight away?