Sunday 24th June 2018
Portuguese: Domingo, 24 de Junho de 2018
0435hrs: Ineffably, I’d had six hours sleep last night, much better that is. No waking up, no noctambulant nibbling and no jumping awake with a start.
The impressions left of the dream were that I was flitting between different places I had worked over the years, and reliving the disasters and mistakes I had made, and doing them all over again. Knowing I was doing this in the dream, but unable to put things right.
The evacuation was another Trotsky Terence affected one.
Did the medicating of Stand-up areas that need it, and went to make a brew of tea.
0600hrs, already. This sleeping for longer has upset the body clock. Haha!
I made a start on this diary.
Went to make another brew for the one that I let go cold. Took these photographs from the kitchen window.
I then tried to have a go on Facebook, fingers crossed that yesterdays problems with it going so slow and accessing things has been righted.
I spent a long time making a TFZer graphic. I hope they like it.
I enjoyed doing this one.
Then I went on WordPress Reader for a perusal of others stuff. Good stuff again.
I rang Sister Jane, and she rang back. Her ‘Inchcock Food Intake’ advisory and instructional mode were adopted; She said it was good that I was not eating whole pork pies with a meal. Haha! We had a natter, losing the connection in the middle of it. As she rang off, I got a ‘battery critically low’ warning. The phone was charged up yesterday morning too! Glad we spoke though, cause Pete said he had not received the diary for yesterday, I checked, and he was right. I really thought I’d sent it as well. Humph! Klutz!
So I sent it off and got on to doing the Morrison order.
I ate the fodder while watching the football match. But not much of it. One muffin, a few chips, half of the gherkins and tomatoes.
But what a result.
Certainly caught me by surprise in the first half. The second-half was more like the England team I know and love, ineffective.
After the game, Duodenal Donald was still grieving me, and the mind went off on one of its wanderings, worrying and fretting sessions and stayed that way all night.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications with an extra Omeprazole capsule and a few good swigs of the pitifully inefficacious antacid medicine.
The body closed down, the meal tray and dirty still half-filled plate sat of the chair next to the second-hand £300 recliner that I sprawled on top of, looking and feeling depressed and concerned over everything. Where the tray and I remained for several hours; Me, with about as much life in the crumb and uneaten food-filled plastic food-tray.
The mind did not stop stewing away.
Eventually, I had to get out of the chair, to tend to the wet-warm feeling from the lower regions. Cleaned things up and applied the medications. I considered having a stand-up -wash and shave, then the thought that I need to get help with the insurance telephoning tomorrow – then, I remembered I must also get help to phone the surgery about the appointment changes… next I stubbed my toe on the trolley. Then I feared I might have left the oven or tap on in the Kitchen… On and on these, what were to me, worrying things pestered me. I ended up checking the kitchen. Then doing nothing else other than getting my head down again.
Weekends are not my favourite times.
Taketh care folks. TTFN.
Ah, Panama was crepe
Hahaha!
They should go in for the Wrestling competition next year… and win most likely. Hehe!
Cheers.
Great idea, they could be legit then 🙂
Hehe!