Saturday 19th May 2018
Estonian: Laupäev, 19. Mai 2018
0355hrs: In my expergefacient state, I was immediately aware of my inability to cope sometimes. I felt full of impuissance, powerlessness, unassertiveness, impotence, and ineptness in life generally. I was in a deep EQ self-questioning mode. This is not a nice place to be!
I accepted that I am a natural target in life. Of my pathetic toleration and sufferance being unacceptable. Recognising my sad condition, and wondered if there is a name for it within the world mind disorders?
I’d got myself feeling right low and full of self-loathing before I even attempted to get free of the £300 second-hand recliner. Off to the kitchen, in a moribund state of mind.
In pain, but feeling so much cheerier now, I got the Health Checks done.
The readings seemed alright.
As I was putting away the medications, a call to the Porcelain Throne had to answered post haste. In the past, there have been some very embarrassing times when I have failed to get there in time. This mornings race to the throne was the closest I’ve ever come to a Whoopsiedangleplop, without any accident. Talk about a close call, narrow escape, and close-shave! The evacuation was loose spurting and messy, though. But of very short duration. Needing cleaning, medicalisationing, and anticepticalisationing activities to be performed after the four-second event. Hehe!
The noctilucence of last nights clouds had gone, but the matutinal blue hue, like the previous few mornings, were bright and sharp.
As I took this snap from the window, it then dawned on me; How the ailments were again being so kind to me. It really still surprises me how I can wake up to find such vast changes in how I feel, physically. Mentally my deterioration remains on a downward spiral, mind. But, apart from plates-of-meat and Duodenal Donald, it seems that all the other ailments are in a good mood? Scary, but I like it!
It came out all shaky and blurry. And, how did the dirty, scratched, bird poo’d on white window ledge come out showing as blue? One of the worst snaps I’ve ever taken!
I then got the vegetables prepared and in the
Tomatoes, parsnips, turnip, mushrooms, orange peppers, marrowfat peas and onions all went in with the Llyod Grossman tomato and basil sauce. (Got it on Special offer, Hehe!)
Made a start on this diary. By gum, it didn’t half take me some time.
Onto CorelDraw to create the diary header graphics.
I checked the vegetables in the slow-cooker, made a start on updating the Friday post.
Sister Jane called, and we had a nattering session. I realised I had not finished and posted the Friday diary, so I got on with it.
Back to updating this page, again.
I spotted a largish insect on the outside of the glass in the window. Thinking I would take this chance to see if the new camera would do macro work, I fetched it and did my best to find out how it worked. A terribly sad effort this one turned out to be!
I tried changing the settings from Normal to Fine, and this is the resultant picture. Showing the steep gravel footpath up into the Woodthorpe Grange Park pathway.
Bootiful!
The Del Boy Double from Willmott Dixon certainly has a good idea about getting the windows done while the hoists are still available.
What was the name of the Trotters tower block where they lived in the series? Ah, got it. (I looked it up) ‘Nelson Mandela House,’ if that were used nowadays it would be banned, I imagine, by the PC Brigade?
The noisy Herbert had started banging and clanging around. And, Arthur Itis is attacking my right wrist with a venom. I nearly cut myself earlier when he affected me while peeling and chopping the turnips. Methinks my current niggliness is here to stay for the rest of the day now, like the wrist problem and noisy Herbert’s tonal accompaniments.
I caught up with this updating and went on to the WordPress Reader page. Lots of great stuff posted lately.
I checked the crock-pot vegetables again. Blimus! It’s had six hours on auto, but nowhere near ready yet. I wonder if it’s broken or summat?
The meal was delightfully tasty tonight.
Regretfully, the lemon yoghourt had gone off. Eurgh!
Five days in use-by date too?
Got the pots washed and a tub of nibbles at
I stayed awake for the entire match that I thought was not one of the best finals ever by a long stretch.
Noisy Herbert above was doing a lot of clanking and banging again.
The match all finished, as was the nibbles, I went for a wee-wee and rinsed.
Getting to sleep proved more difficult than it has been for ages. Well gone midnight before I slipped off into the land of slumber, so very late for me.
Lots of naughtiness in the Nottingham news. The birds are definitely taking advantage of scaffolding and whatever else the worker have on your building for birds to roost on. Great looking dinner. Too bad the yogurt went south.
Cheers, Tim.
I fear crime is escalating in Nottingham now.
I read of non-response to crimes reported.
Far fewer officers now, the Post says 380 less than a year ago!
Not got a lot of hope for the future.
Still, I am feeling a little low this morning. Hehe!
TTFN Sir.
Crime is bad here. We’ve had something like 32 murders this year so far.
Not good is it, Tim.
What’s the population area?
Nottingham has had nowhere near that many, I think.
According to the local, Gun Crime has risen by 28% and knif crime by 33%.
They hide the murder figures between different areas so I can’t add them up.
Cheers Sir.
Albuquerque proper is around 600k, the metro area is 900k.