Saturday 28th October 2017
Hindi: शनिवार 28 अक्टूबर 2017
0300hrs: Awoke and the brain slowly grasped my desire for it to reboot itself and joined the rest of my body. The ailments all seemed kind to me, no signs of any nocturnal nibbling. Although the fact that I had on my head, two pairs of spectacles confused me a little.
Spotted a scribbled note on the pad about a dream I had early last night. So I dismounted from the £300 second-hand recliner, had a wee-wee then got the computer on and updated the diary for Friday with the details that were for once clearly written and finished the Chronicle and posted it off.
Did the Health Checks, took the medications and made a mug of tea. Off to the Porcelain Throne session, another good one today, nae bother at all.
Went to make another brew, and pondered on the fodder situation and that £10.40 piece of smoked cod I bought yesterday.
I put some seasoned Anya potatoes in the crock-pot but didn’t start it. Decided to have the remainder of the belly pork today, but season it differently. A tin of garden peas and that should do me later on.
I squashed the smoked cod into the freezer to have later in the year.
It would be nice to get this meal right for once, instead of vicennially. Hehe!
Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.
Took this photo from the kitchen window and went back to updating this diary up to here.
Did the WordPress reading first. Had some helpful comments to answer to today.
Had a wee-wee and onto Facebooking. Took a few hours. What with having to catch up on yesterday and Facebook sticking and freezing. Tsk!
Turned on the Crock-Pot. Had a wee-wee. Replaced the second mug of tea to go cold and back on WordPress to do an ode of sorts. Eventually got it finished and posted off. I titled it, “I talk to myself, You Know!”
Got the nosh served up, took a photograph of it, with the Anya potatoes. Belly pork and garden peas looking nice, tasty and good… But, could I find the picture on the camera card later to put on here? No! Tsk!
Anyway, it was terrible! The Wine Vinegar with the belly pork is a no-go for the future. The potatoes were horrible. A decent amount of them left to get through yet as well. The garden peas were okay, mind.
Did the washing up of the pots.
Went to the Porcelain Throne and had a Blank-Patch, no Dizzy Dennis visit as far as I could tell? I clearly remember going in, settling and getting the Lenigrad book from the cabinet top. Two hours or so further on, I found myself sprawled half-on, half-off of the toilet seat, the tome on the floor and a pong from the evacuation that had seemingly taken place without my being aware of it, lingering. Had I just fell asleep, perhaps? It didn’t feel like I had. Cleaned things up.
This did my confidence no good at all.
I turned the computer off and put the TV on. No idea what was on, the bloke above was banging and knocking again, but somehow this did not bother me in the least.
I knew I’d nodded off this time because the dreaming started and I was back, like in a dream from a week or so ago, and committing urbicide. This time a panel held a layout similar to a model railway layout of City Streets, buttons on each building house or whatever when pressed blew-up the real building? Hope that makes sense. There were two other people (No idea who two were, but the other looked remarkably like Vincent Price?), and we were arguing over which buttons to press. I can’t remember anything else about it.
When I woke and went for a wee-wee, the Herbert upstairs was still knocking away.
Took the medications for the night and returned to the £300 second-hand recliner. I did watch a part of a documentary about the war, fell asleep for an hour and woke up again with a start. No idea why.
Might be an idea to change my name to Dontknowwhy Chambers? Hehehe!