Sunday 29th October 2017

Filipino: Linggo 29 Oktubre 2017

0215hrs: Woke in a surprisingly good state of spirit and with only Duodenal Donald giving me any real bother. All the other ailments were apparently taking a hiatus?

I even got out of the now working correctly again £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease, didn’t stub any toes, couldn’t see any signs of nocturnal-nibbling either. I had no appetency for fodder or even a mug of tea. Very odd that?

Gathered the washing bag and accoutrements and set off down to the laundry room.

As I left the lift, a new poster from Jenny was on the board.

Took this photographicalisation of it.

Went to foyer doors and then took this photograph of the workmen’s area.

No idea what they are doing in there.

When I got into the launderette room, I was mildly surprised to see someone had beaten me to the better washing machine. (You can’t win them all. Haha!)

Then I very nearly had an Accifauxpa as I slipped on the gungy liquid on the floor under the washing machine in use. No problem, I didn’t go over or bang myself, it was lucky the casing was there to grab onto. No injuries incurred at all. I set about mopping up the liquid with the paper towels I take down with me to clean up along with the spilt soap powder afterwards. Bit of a job to get back upright.

Got the gear into the first machine, which I had not used for a year or more and worked out how to start it. Sad innit? Hehe!

Back up to the flat and started to sort out the week’s medication pots. What a pickle I got myself into. Whoopsiedangleplop Time! Halfway through I discovered I had put the wrong medications in the wrong containers (Day – Midday – Evening) and started resorting them, but ran out of time and had to go back down to move the washing into the dryer.

0245hrs: Finished the tablet pots at last. Visited the Porcelain Throne, another good session, no bleeding at all. With all this feeling good lark I began to wonder if I had actually woke up or was I still dreaming a dream?

Took the morning medications with an extra painkiller to counter Duodenal Donald and a good few extra gulps of the antacid medicine, but it is not very good, better than nothing though. I remember when the Doctor, many years ago, prescribed me Aludrox SA medicine for the ulcer. Boy it was good, really efficient and pain relieving – then it went off the NHS list of Drugs available. I asked the Chemist if it was possible for me to buy the medicine myself. He informed me that it is now available only in Germany, but he would find out for me. A week or so later I called in to collect my monthly prescriptions, and he told me he could order some, but it would be £119 a bottle! And that was donkeys-years ago. So, you see why I make do with the lesser advantageous stuff now. Tsk!

0350hrs: Down and collected the cleaned and dried clobber. Cleaned the filters, wiped around and back to the flat.

Put the clothes away, made a mug of tea, passed some wind and got the computer on.

Started this diary off up to here, and then did some WordPress Reading.

Got on with finishing yesterday’s diary.

WordPressing and the onto Facebooking.

Two hours later, I made another brew, had a wee-wee and took this picture.

I just can’t seem to master these out of the window night shots. Tsk!

I spent several hours doing some graphics prep work for use late. Then another hour or so getting diary posts done in advance.

I’d love to know what the bloke upstairs is doing with all the noise emanating from his flat.

I rang Sister Jane, and she rang me back later. Had a nattering session.

Got the nosh prepared and settled to eat it.

I think I’ll just have a tin of beans and vegetable sausage next time.

This was a disaster of a nosh. The usually nice mackerel sweet-cured strips were rock hard and caused a great deal of tooth pain, the tomatoes bitter, and the battered fish came out very runny inside. The apple, potatoes and baked sheet of cheese were okay, although, I had to soak the cheese to avoid that giving the teggies bother. All-in-all, one of the worst meals for a time. I wondered if it was just me? My EQ tells me something not nice is coming medically, so maybe the taste buds were in turmoil for some reason?

I found later I’d missed the evening HC and medications. So I dismounted the £300 second-hand recliner and tended to them.

Started to watch a war film (Channel 31), fell asleep, woke and a Horror film with Peter Cushion was on, nodded-off again with an American Ghost film on when I woke (Horror Channel). I can’t recall changing channels.

I looked at the schedule and realised I had not put the clocks back for winter. Huh! So I did.

Sleep came again and for once a good long one, over three hours uninterrupted.

Evening all!