Saturday 16th June 2018

Vietnamese: Thứ Bảy ngày 16 tháng 6 năm 2018

0440hrs: I woke several times during the short period of three hours, from when I eventually managed to nod-off, and now. Memories (No notes found) of a dream were pretty lucid, I scribbled some reminders straight away. And drew a depiction of the ghosts and ghouls, that in the nightmare, had been blocking my access to the wet room and use of the Porcelain Throne! I manoeuvred my short fat body from the £300 second-hand recliner, had a wee-wee of long duration and got the computer on, and CorelDraw opened, then made the graphic-up on top of this page. Nothing like the actual dream images of course, but the theme was right. Hehehe! I did not feel trepidatious in the least about this dream, but found it humorous, even when the paramnesia was in full flow, I think.

Having woken up in such a different fashion to normal this morning, I’m pleased to report that the mind-wandering, and yonderly off on its own accord machinations, did not take place. I felt rather calmer than usual as well. Why; I don’t know.

Off to the Porcelain Throne, and more good news. Trotsky Terence had eased off, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids had not bled at all overnight. Worries me this good news, it is unnatural for me. Humph! Hehe!

Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to make a brew and do the Health Checks.

The high winds of yesterday had steadied now. The tree copse looked so beautiful to me, in the half-light in its peaceful surroundings.

The disconcertment, fretfulness, and fear I would usually go through in the morning did not appear. For this I was grateful, but I did contemplate as to why this was happening. There is no rest for an uneducated mind that has an eminently high EQ, and the lowest of IQs. Life can be a bummer, but still, not to worry. (If only that were possible!) Chutzpah is something I lack. If it is worryable about or over, I’m yer man to do this. Worra Yutz I am!)

Did the Health Checks, applied the creams and lotions and took the medications.

I think the slight increase in the Sys and Dia results are well within range.

Made a start on this diary.

0720hrs: A few seconds of banging about from above. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my is risking Nottingham City Homes getting upset with me again, for moaning about their favourite can-do-no-wrong tenant making a noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. I don’t want to lose my home.

I got caught up to here, and then went to update and get the Saturday post-sent-off.

Finally got it finished, and only one comment to reply to, I went on the WordPress Reader. Really was some good stuff on there today. I spent over two hours of enjoyable reading.

1100hrs: I put the France v Australia match on the TV and put the headphones on to listen while I got on with computerisationing. Haha!

Big John Herbert has been unnoisy for ages. Silent? He might have gone out. Either way, Thank You, Big John.

I decided to get some diary drafts made up in advance, started making the page top graphics on CorelDraw first.

I diverted to trying to get the Excel book for the INR readings updated with the formulas that Tim Price gave me. It took a while, many faffles, failures and frustrations. But, I got it right. Phew! Thanks, Tim.

Back to CorelDrawing.

12.15hrs: The crappy pathetic FIFA referee and the idiots monitoring the VAR replay, have just given France a penalty! UNBELIEVABLE! The tackling Aussie got the ball and momentum followed through, only the slightest of touches anyway. Wrong! I want to call the cheating animals a naughty rude, wicked name, I’ll do it mentally.

Ah, 1218hrs. And, the referee has given the Australians a penalty, which was clearly a foul in the box. VAR consulted again.  YES, he scored!!!!!! Partial Justice! ‘Cause the first one was never a penalty – Shoot the Ref! as we used to shout in my supporting Forest days.

I put the big spud in the oven to bake.

Back to Coreldraw again.

1138hrs: SHIT! France scored! VAR confirmed. Humph! They’ve dived and cheated to get the penalty and got away with it too!

Back to CorelDrawing.

Dog-nabbed Frenchies have won the match. By cheating, diving and most likely bribing the officials. After this, I think they might well go a lot further than folks thought. I hope when they meet Russia, they get thrashed and annihilated!. Grumph! They should have listened to De Gaulle and not let us into Europe, then they would not be blocking Brexit and generally being nasty to us! The Gits! Oh, I got a bit carried away there. Sorry!

Now they have lost the picture on BBC1. Fancy that.

Back to CorelDraw again.

Oooh, the potato needs cheesing and putting back in the oven, I’ll do it now.

Got the nosh prepared and served up.

I think that Herbert must have gone out, the noises don’t seem to be being made. Mind you, that could be something to do with me having the headphones on and hearing aids, out?

This nosh earned a 9.35/10 Taste-Bud rating.

I washed the pots and got settled down to watch the next football match on the goggle-box.

An attack from Dizzy Dennis was not too bad balance-wise, but it stayed with me for ages.

Did the Health Checks and had many wee-wees over the next few hours. Whatever I was trying to watch on the TV did not make its way into the brain, Dennis was in charge now.

I did manage many nod-offs of varying lengths, and recall I had a  dream about me visiting a country cottage on my old motorbike, and someone darning my socks and dying them a different colour? There was a dog a lady and a man in the room, and we laughed so much.

I hoped that I could have got back to that dream, but of course, I couldn’t. Hehe!

TTFN each.