Inchcock Today – Saturday 6th January 2018:

Saturday 6th January 2018

Malay: Sabtu 6 Januari 2018

0320hrs: After all the past three days Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpa’s I knew something had to happen. I slept six hours straight through, which was needed and I felt grateful for. But the innards were rumbling and grumbling instantly, and astonishingly every ailment bar Rumbling Robert, Duodenal Donald and Dizzy Dennis, were far less prominent than of late. I even escaped the £300 second-hand recliner with relative ease as I made my way to the Porcelain Throne in an attempt to settle-down Rumbling Robert. A messy little job, and I only read a page and a half of the Lenigrad book, and it was all over. Cleaned up, applied some pain gel to Hippy Hilda’s location and made my way to the kitchen, to do the Health Checks and take the medications.

During which the brain kept giving me ideas for an ode about this weeks Whoopsiedangleplops, so rapidly I thought I was turning into an epopoeist; pitifully, within seconds, the words and ideas faded and the grey-cells refused to store them. But the suggestion of doing a rhyming blog of the week’s Whoopsies remained appealing to me.

Did the medical needs.

Made a cuppa, then got the computer on, but the Rumbling innards had other plans and gurgled away again, forcing a panicky rush back to the Porcelain Throne. Oh, dear! A proper messy session this time. Cleaned up and back to the computer.

I tried doing this blog idea and Whoopsiedangleplop on CorelDraw instead of WordPress or Word. It took me a long, long time to get done. Blimey, six hours, and I am not pleased with the result. Tsk!

Posted it off and did this up to here, then started to finished off Friday’s diary.

5Fri03Went to make another mug of tea and took this photograph of the dank-weather and bare open balconies outside.

The wind had dropped, though the drizzle continues.

Back on the computer and the Friday Inchcock Today finishing off of.

I rang Sister Jane, but no answer, I know she is having problems with her mobile. Rang her hubby Pete. Poor devil sounded proper poorly with the flu. I rang Jane back, but he hadn’t much time as she was galavanting. Hehe!

Went on to the WordPress reader.

Then many hours creating some ‘TFZers Visit Gerry in Nottingham’ graphics series. During which this came up from Firefox:

When I can work out what it means, it might be a good thing. Back to the TFZer graphicationalising. Accompanied by Herbert upstairs scraping tapping and dropping stuff on the floor. Indeed not the workers to blame on a Saturday!

Five hours later, I got the artworks finished. A further hour and I got them posted. Here’s just a few of them:

Made a post of them on WordPress.

Long past my kipping-down time now.

I took a photo of the sky and got the medications took, and Health checks were done and got the fodder prepared, determined not to let the tray slip off my knees tonight. Typing this made me realise that the ailment had been kind to me tonight, bar Hippy Hilda and Duodenal Donald. Very good methinks?

I ate most of it, but fighting against falling asleep spoilt the flavour a bit.

The oven rewarmed cobs were buttered and thickly loaded with slices of Krakowska.

I washed the pots and got the TV going to check what was on offer tonight. I’d forgotten to get a TV magazine, Tsk!

I think I nodded off while looking at it, waking up six hours later, in need of the Porcelain Throne.

TTFN, each.

2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Saturday 6th January 2018:

  1. An ode to whoopsiedangleplops sounds like a right plopping good idea indeed. You got a few outliers in your start-up times. 1.6 seconds is an eternity in cyber time.

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