Tuesday 3rd July 2018
Irish: Dé Máirt 3 Iúil 2018
0455hrs: Woke-up, so tired still, nodded off again.
0600hrs: Woke-up, so tired still, even nodded off yet again.
0630hrs: Woke-up, so tired still, I even tried to nod off again. But this time a call to the Porcelain Throne forced me to deracinate my rotund torso from the £300 second-hand recliner, with extreme and chaotic haste, to get to the Throne in time.
Embarrassingly, I have to report that this effort was disconcerting, a terrible, frustrating event. The details of the evacuation are red-face-making. So I will leave them out if you don’t mind. But, the reason for my not getting sat down in time, and they were odd to me too. On top of the lid of the bowl, was stacked all nice and neat; a towel, a pair of PPs, a can of body spray, the scissors, a used disposable razor, a screwed up nearly empty tube of Phorpain Gel, and a book that I usually keep on top of one of the floor cabinets. I was confused as to how and why I had placed the articles on the toilet lid in the first place. This confusion caused me to delay a second or two, and that’s when the Accifauxpa/Whoopsiedangleplop occurred.
A mammoth cleaning and freshening up campaign ensued. Chagrin, and mortification modes simultaneously adopted! As I did the washing and antisepticalisationing. I was surprised to see that only a few of the mini-beetles were in the room this morning but glad it was so.
I was a little flummoxed by the degrading events and unaware of how, when and why I had made the stack of odd things on the seat in the lavatory lid.
Back to the main room, and noticed the monitoring machine that Nottingham City Homes had provided for each apartment.
The humidity was lower, out of the safety zone, and the temperature read 30, well into the danger zone? During the modernisations and building work, they have locked the windows and doors so we cannot open them to let any air in?
Then, as I went to put the computer on, I found that I had left it turned on, and the TV was turned off. I cannot recall doing this. The brain began its wandering, fretting and over analysing again.
Both windows in the kitchen were open as far as was allowed by the locks fitted.
The Health Checks were done next.
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time.
No dropped tablets or medications, broken needles, or lost items. Results okay!
As I took the panoramic photograph above, I realised that the Porcelain Throne difficulties had taken my min right off of the ailments this morning. Apart from Haemorrhoid Harold, I could not detect any other botherations in attendance.
I had planned to go out this morning early. But it is already late, so that was abandoned. Tsk!
I made a brew and got the computers going, and began this blog going. Then went to finalise yesterday’s diary and got it sent off. Nearly ten o’clock now! I don’t like this getting up late lark!
1100hrs: Got it finished and posted off. Made a brew of tea and went on the WordPress Reader. Not a lot on today, but some great posts.
Herbert is busy banging away this again. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling off from the Nottingham City Homes for complaining about the noise. As the Management, told me; He is doing nothing wrong, just following his hobby of model making. And, I’ll have to put up with it. I don’t want to lose my home. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
Made another mug of tea to replace the one that went cold.
Had a look at some police video clips, as the concentration to do any CorelDrawing was not there for me.
Went to get the ablutions and medicalisationing done.
Then took the bags to the chute on my way up to visit Cyndy and Eric. So glad to see them again. Handed over the Birthday Chocolates and we had a couple of minutes chatter. Pleased they had a good time in London.
Around 1420hrs, I thanked them and departed. Thinking it would be a decent idea to catch the bus up to Mapperley Tops and see if I could get some of there ready-made beef meals. Making these recipes from scratch takes so long, and I do not always get the seasonings right.
Things didn’t work out as planned, though. Here’s how it went: I was feeling good. Out into the sunshine and took some photographs as I strolled to the bus stop. Here are the pictures that were shot.
Arriving in the flat, I realised I had not put the heat on under the garden peas. So, I did so belatedly. Tsk!
What next? The shakes started then! Back to the flat.
The hoist was just going up from the kitchen window.
This now means that all the windows have been sealed on the outside. So, we can expect a few tenants to be conking out shortly with the excessive heat and no means of letting fresh air into their flats.
Also, I can no longer take photographs through the windows. Grumph!
Got the Health Checks sorted.
Herbert John above accompanied me with a few knocks and scraping noises, as I got the nosh prepared. Note the healthy, wise decision not to have too many chips tonight?
Naturally, I made this choice as an aid to healthier living eating, losing weight, and keeping fit enough to go bungee jumping. It had nothing to do with the fact that the freezer had run out of chips and I had to ferret away to find these few at the bottom of the drawer. Hehehe!
Got all settled down to watch the World Cup match between the fouling-and-getting-away-with-it Columbians and England.
I didn’t have much confidence in FIFA, with all their corruptions and scandals in the first place. Now they have some back-handed monkeys to monitor the VAR. And they see this naughty Columbian (although to be fair, they were all physical bullies), slip his head deliberately on the chest and spring it up into his face, and let him get away with it?
Wilmar Barrios somehow stayed on the field despite deliberately headbutting England midfielder Jordan Henderson.
“What is the point having VAR if someone headbutts someone in the face and not get sent off?
Wrestling players to the ground. Scuffing up the penalty spot while arguing with the pathetic referee. No wonder the cheating drug-taking Maradona supported them.
I am so surprised at their blatant antics and not one animal getting a red-card. I don’t suppose that the FIFA officials had been back-handed?
I don’t use Columbia’s or anyone else’s drugs. But at least, they do send in a good supply for us here in the UK:
Five men have been arrested after half a tonne of cocaine worth more than £50m was discovered in a private jet. In what is believed to be one of the most significant recent seizures of its kind, Border Force officers found around 500kg of the class A drug after searching an aircraft that flew into the UK from Bogota in Colombia on Monday.
I shall refuse to buy their bananas, though, in future. Hehehe!
Although a tough match, I got greater satisfaction out of this fantastic result, due to the vicious cheating and violence used by the Columbian players, and FIFA’s glaring pandering to the South Americans, not preventing an England win, even if on Penalties.
I could again, not get to sleep for replaying the match in my head. Resulting in another almost sleepless night. Tsk!