Tuesday 6th February 2018
Samoan: Aso Lua 6 Fepuari 2018
0230hrs: Woke with the brain in a right fertummelt. Whatever it was that I’d been dreaming of, I sensed it contained frustrations and past failures within the theme. But nothing concrete memory-wise. I spent a good while trying to recall details, without any success.
As I began the process of detaching my lumbering wobbly compact body from the £300 second-hand recliner, I became aware that there were no signs of nocturnal-nibbling. However, there was an empty bottle of flavoured springwater and another with just a drop left in it. I must have had a thirst on last night.
Why had I got a kitchen knife, a pair of new Protection Pants and a full-packet of Bisoprolol Beta-blockers laying neatly-spaced out on the Ottoman? An enigmatical question.
I put the things away and went to make a mug of tea. During which, the innards burst into life, rumbling away. I made my way to the wet room and onto the Porcelain Throne.
A terribly saturnine Porcelain Throne session ensued.
Leaving a rare-for-me, appetency, desirous of being freed from my ailments. But I soon lost attention on that thought, as I stood up from the throne and stubbed my toe against floor cupboard. No bad language, not even in my mind, just a deferential, submissive, self-effacing, unassertive acceptance of my spiritlessness, inabilities, futilities and liabilities. Huh!
Feeling just a little down now, I carried out the Health Checks.
Made a big mug of tea. I put this jar of black bean sauce next to it, to remind me to ask a question when I got around to putting it on the blog. “How am I supposed to use it with my pork shoulder steaks, which I intend to cook in the Crock-Pot”. Do I cook the meat in the sauce, or part-water and the sauce, or do I prepare the steak, as usual, drain it and then put it in a saucepan cover it with sauce to warm the sauce up? Any help would be appreciated by someone in the know. Might be best if I do it in the oven today, after all. Fank you!
Took the medications and took these photographs of the rain-free morning outside. Looked like a touch of frost was in the air.
Computer started, and this post began, then on to finishing off the Monday effort. This took a coup;e of hours
Went to make another brew, and how the scene outside had changed!
0545hrs: Put some TFZer graphics on my Pinterest pages. Gerald’s Pinterest Pages.
These are they:
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0800hrs: Oh, dearie
Off back to the kitchen for another brew,
And blimey what a different view,
So I took these piccies to show to you,
I guess they said, the snow was due,
Through the clouds, the sky was red and blue,
From inside, the view cheered me, that was long overdue!
But going out in it? Too much of a hullabaloo!
Herbert is making a lot of noise this morning. Does he think it is a Sunday and not Monday? Oh, it’s Tuesday innit?
The workers of drilling away on the outside of the building. Can’t be too helpful for them out there in this weather.
0840hrs: I stopped updating this page and went on CorelDraw, to try and catch up with doing the last of the TFZer Transport Fun Graphics. If it will let me, of course. Back in a bit.
1420hrs: Shattered now, got the last of the TFZer series done.
A few of these I am proud of (Smug Mode Adopted).
Got the nosh prepared and served up.
The shoulder pork, I’d done in the oven. Tasted a little bland. So I hope to use the other two pieces done in the crock-pot and seasoned with some Black Bean Sauce. The curried beans were grand, tasty and morish in the extreme!
‘Herbert’ above was I think, working on some heavier modelling than usual. The clunks of whatever it is he keeps dropping sounded louder, more thuddish. This was no bother, as the workers were drilling and banging away outside and one just plodded on, hoping that in eight months or so, this noise (Not Herbert’s of course) will cease. Then I can hire workmen to put right the kitchen floor, holes in the wall, redecorate… I’m getting in a panic again! Haha!
Remembered to do a Wristlet Alarm Battery Check with the Nottingham City Homes team. All good.
Health Checks and medications were sorted.
I put on a DVD of Dr Who, got the headphones on and settled to watch it… two minutes later, disentangled myself from the cables and recliner then off to the Porcelain Throne. I’m getting fed-up with Little Inchies lesion bleeding. Or rather, having to clean up and medicate things down there. Painful and embarrassing job. I must ask the Doctor, (Not Dr Who, Doctor Vindla. Hehe!) if she can rush the appointment with the GUM clinic for me.
Back to the recliner, turned off the goggle-box and lay there for hours. Just fretting over everything and stewing in self-loathing and pity. I Drifted off eventually.
I woke as my bum hit the floor as I had somehow managed to slip out of the £300 second-hand recliner. I lay there back against the recliner, bum on the floor and legs up on the Ottoman. I did feel a right twit! Good job there are no CCTV cameras in the flat! I effected a nifty getting up again session, without too much trouble at all, surprised myself at how well I coped, and without any pain worth mentioning.
Had I been dreaming, a nightmare or what?
As I stood and turned to look for any clues on the chair, I trod on the TV remote control! Hope it still works later.
Confused, but no sooner had I returned my obese, short wobbly body onto the recliner, I drifted off into the land of Nod.
Oddities, mysteries, panics, fears and failures I need not,
But I get them regularly, so that’s my unlucky lot,
It’s no wonder I’m a nervous senile silly old clot!