Saturday 10th February 2018
Ukrainian: Субота, 10 лютого 2018 р
0156hrs: Woke with rumbling innards, a headache and once again, knowing I’d had some emotional dreams, but actual recollections of any details. I hate it when this happens!
The second, very welcome and cheering detection, was no blood showing on the PPs! Well, if there had been any bleeding it would be minimal because it hadn’t come through to the outside.
Started sneezing, the stabbing and rumbling from the innards increased in severity and I felt suddenly tired and weary, and I’d not got up yet? Plus, I’d only just had a decent five-hour sleep? This did not augur well. A most unwelcome degringoladé.
I escaped out of the £300 second-hand recliner, again with no hassle or stubbing of toes. Off to the kitchen and did the Health Checks.
Before I could take the medications, a rumble from the innards turned into an explosion almost, and I poddled straight to the Porcelain Throne. An easy evacuation this morning, no extra cleaning-up duties required. I was tickled-pink at Little Inchies lesion barley bleeding at all. But gorgonised when I realised the back of the PPs was deep red. Harolds Hammorhoids counteracted the joy of the fungal lesion not suffering much. Tsk!
On the computer, that was very slow today.I needed to get the top page funnies done for the advance diary drafts, then the drafts themselves done.
Also. The paperwork had mounted up enough to worry me a little. Endless letters, bills etcetera in need of reviewing and then filing away.
And the builder’s notices relating to heaters, cladding, windows, balconies, times and ETAs, Nottingham City Homes about rent, social events, the Fire Alarm Strobe, training days, Sprinkler installations, New Communication System set-up… All too much for me to tackle, comprehend or understand, at this moment.
The blog demands needed catching up with first; I thought.
0100hrs: Made a start on this diary, then at 0435hrs, started to finish off yesterday’s post.
0558hrs: Got it completed. Phew!
0609hrs: Made a brew. Then on CorelDraw to get the page tops all sorted for the advanced drafting.
0915hrs: I’ve still not got the top graphics all done. The concentration is still not right. Errors and mistakes.
Back to the computer, and Herbert upstairs started knocking and tapping again. The weekend once more, innit. I’d love to know what it is he’s making.
Opened a tin of tomatoes into a saucepan. Added a drop of balsamic vinegar and white wine vinegar and vinegarette to them. Chopped some fresh tomatoes up and combined them with some tomato puree and basil. Crossed fingers, it will taste alright. I’ve got some streaky smoked bacon to go in the oven later, and I’ll add these to the saucepan after they are cooked through properly.
0944hrs: Back on to CorelDraw and designed the last graphics needed. Then started on WordPress to get the drafts done.
1054hrs: Got all of the page headers and finished off. At last!
Made another mug of tea did the WordPress reading. But WordPress would not let me, the page did not open. Tried on Google and got in, so I replied to the comments while on there, cause Firefox will not allow me to. But Chrome will not let me edit, well, it will, but it will not save?!?!?!
I fear a calamity is due here.
Had a go on Facebooking, fingers crossed. Computer slow again.
Had a dizzy. Too long on the computer perhaps. Turned everything off and got the nosh going.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Noises from above again, no idea where from really, though.
Felt very vague and airy-fairy suddenly. Took a while for this sensation to leave.
Checked the bacon in the oven, the tray bottom had a quarter-of-an-inch of water in it. How much water do they put in bacon nowadays? It needed longer to try and crisp it up.
Rated this one at 9.4/10.
I had a look out of the window but could see nothing untoward. Well, apart from the hilarious parking of the resident’s vehicles blocking safe access for any emergency fire brigade vehicles.
I could concentrate on nothing much now, fatigue and weariness dawned. So I did the Health Checks and took the tablets. Then, got down in the recliner. Put the TV on, assured that this would help me fall asleep, which it did.
Getting back to sleep proved impossible. The mind had been disturbed and gone into one of its “Fretting, worrying, fearing about everything and nothing modes. Grr!
I think I watched more TV in one go than I have since I bought the TV set three years or so ago. It was all puerile hogwash being shown, yet I just lay there hoping that some slumber might be on the way for me.
Humph and Tsk!
I don’t know how I have gotten so far behind? As a frequent toe stubber myself I sympathize with all the foot banging. I also wanted to be sure to mention how much I’m enjoying your graphics and excellent photos!👍👍
It is past time for me to replace my current Android devices so I am experiencing many technical difficulties as well. I’m not going to replace my devices until the prices drop on the latest version. Waiting a little longer will save me 50% or more on a device that I will just have to replace all too soon. LOL!
Perhaps we can start a movement of fellow sufferers, Tim? “Toe-stubbers International Troupe Sufferers”? Oh, no, that’d be TITS. Hahaha!
It’s a headache fro me, getting my head around anything technical. I’ll have to look up what Androis is and does. Sad, I know.
I hope you can get it sorted at a good price. TTFN Sir.
Obviously you CANNOT dream about nurse Nichole as your heightened pheromonal secretions seep into the ether from your amorous hallucinations creating harmonic disturbances resulting in Koyaanisqatsi that set off the shaking fire alarm. Tsk! I hardly ever stub my toes, but I do bang my head on low entrances now and then and often get grabbed by the climbing roses that hang over our arches and deck. You should do a satyrical piece on the parking problems at the flats. That was a nice simple dinner.
What an explanation, Sir. Most humorous one yet! Thanks. Haha!
By gum, it took me some time to grasp that Koyaanisqatsi meant “Life of moral corruption and turmoil” or “life out of balance” – I can get that bit. Hehe! I might use that if I can on one of my political graphics.
Cheers.
Life out of balance seems to be the new normal in the political sphere.
Too true Sir!