Thursday 25th January 2018
Icelandic: Fimmtudagur 25. janúar 2018
0130hrs: Stirred into life, so annoyed at not recalling the dream I knew I’d been having. The immutability of the brain to adapt to and tackle the days’ needs, expectancies and demands, took a while to correct itself. Thus a few minutes of a kind of blankness, mental void or incomprehension, perhaps obliviousness, lingered a while. Slowly the Winwood Social Hour, the need to contact mate Mike and to update yesterdays post filtered through from I know not where, into the grey-cells holding area. Hehe!
. Attention was redirected to attending the Porcelain Throne activities with haste. The task of removing my bulbous body from the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved with an astounding lack of pain and effort, and no dizzies or toe stubbing. Once up in a perpendicular position, it seemed a different person had taken over my body. A young fitter one? An odd perception that did not last for long. Tsk!
The Throne session was almost blood-free. Little Inchies lesion bled a little, Harold’s Haemorrhoids not at all. Most unusual this. The evacuation was another messy affair. I got cleaned up and wiped around in the wet room, and off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks and medicationalisationing.
Made a brew of tea.
It was terribly cold in the kitchen this morning, yet the hallway and other rooms were snug-as-a-bug?
I set about updating the Wednesday post.
0220hrs: All finished and sent off. Began to create this diary.
0330hrs: Went to Facebooking.
Then in WordPress Reading.
Feeling good. Watched some traffic DVDs.
Got the ablutions and HC’s med’s done.
Took the rubbish bags to the chute.
Readied the things for the Social and set off to the Obergruppenfurheresses Shed.
Had a chinwag with May in the foyer.
Got to the hut and only a few tenants in attendance.
Thanked Jenny for her help and gave her some extra nibbles. Only a little jar of strawberry preserve and some Truffles.
Put the raffle prizes on the trolley.
Got raffle tickets and handed them out.
BJ arrived and brought me a book, Buses, Trolleys & Trams. Damned decent of him.
This is the time I suddenly felt a little light headed and had a few Dennis Dizzies.
I had no option but to leave early and get back to the flat, where I could suffer without disturbing anyone.
Said my cheerio’s with no response from anyone other then BJ.
Back in the flat, feeling not too good. I got the nosh on and updated this to here while the potatoes cooked.
Ate most of the nosh.
Cleaning up afterwards and Dizzy Dennis convinced me it would be advisable to get sat down, so I got the Health Checks and medications sorted early.
I think I fell asleep quickly.
Woke up eleven hours later. Confused.
Buses and trollies and trams, oh my! Is walking around the streets of Nottingham getting splashed by, dodging and not getting pick up by buses, trollies and trams a modern day equivalent to Dorothy, Toto, the Tin Man and the Scarecrow worrying about lions and tigers and bears in the scary forest on their way to see the Wizard of Oz? At least fleeting moments of feeling younger and fitter are good feelings to have. Too bad you had to leave the social hour early. At least you were able to assemble a great looking meal.
Well, you seem to have cottoned on to what it’s like walking in Nottingham, alright Tim. Hehehe!
Not with it properly this morning yet Sir. Keep feeling a bit shivery then seem to be sweating? I’ll nip out later to the chemist and see if they can reccomend summat or other for me to take.
Not too bad earlier, got the laundry done and updated the posts. The ngot thedreaded blue screen come ip when I was on WordPressing – Message ‘Thread Stuck in…’ but itwent off before I could read any more. Tsk! Restarted and going again, but very slow.
Now, I’ve got the dizzies visiting. Flu methinks.
TTFNski, cheers.
Take care. Lots of people are dying from the flu around these parts.
Gosh, eleven hours sleep! I think that’s a lot for you…?
Shame about the drafty kitchen but I’m so pleased the rest of your flat is toastie warm now 🙂
Thanks, my treasure.
The cold or flu and lack of sleep thanks to the flipping Strobe false alarm activations, perhaps contributed to the much-needed sleep?
I await the first electricity bill since the installation of the heaters, with trepidation. Hehe!
All the bets to You Bertie and your other half.
TTFN X
Thank you 😃 Bertie is curled up on the sofa xx
Thanks. Bless his cotton socks. ♥
Hi Mr. Inchcock
When I began reading of the porcelin throne I thought I was reading about the king of thrones. When you indicated it was bloodless, I knew I wasn’t.
Glad you have a friend like BJ.
Chris McM
Cheers, Chris.
Hope you and Barb are okay out there.
I’m afraid I had to look up King of Thrones. (Am I out of touch or what? Tsk!) I thought it was a video game thingamajig. Must have taken a lot of dosh to make the series. The site tells me that: It is filmed in Belfast and elsewhere in the United Kingdom, Canada, Croatia, Iceland, Malta, Morocco, Spain, and the United States. Blimey!
TTFN Sir.