Saturday 7th July 2018
Kannada: ಶನಿವಾರ 7 ಜುಲೈ 2018
0425hrs: Woke up in yet again, a different mood, health, and temperament. Gone was the alienated, abandoned feelings, to be replaced with an acceptance of my deficiencies in coping with life, and apathetic, lustreless approach to doing anything about it.
I sensed that Arthur Itis was going to be a problem today. No complaints mind, he’s been very kind recently.
As I wistfully started to get my body out of the £300 second-hand recliner and as the mind began to wander one if its pointless finding fault sessions – it returned to concentration-mode as I sensed the sudden and urgent need to get to the Porcelain Throne as expeditiously as possible.
By gum, that was lucky, just made it in time! Messy, Trotsky Terence affected again!
No taps, cooker or lights left on this time.
There was no air coming in from the beautiful light blocking, sealed up new windows, of course.
Sweaty, the blurred view and lack of light getting in really cheers us up.
I love the way they put the plastic up, and trap the dirt already in there.
I’ve now got a collection of plasters dust, beetles, flies, condensation with a splattering of down-heartedness lingering. Hehe!
I was getting the Health Checks things gathered for use, with great longanimity I thought. And had to nip off for a wee-wee; back to the short, sharp painful ones again today.
They make the place look scruffy, obstruct movement, are fiddly and what chances of us losing the awkward keys? Haha!
Still, it helps keep our minds active and bodies too. I suppose!
They seemed to be on the decline, less painful, but itchier. (I say, slightly showing my lack of common sense, memory capabilities and judgement, Haha!)
At last, I got with the Health Checks. The pulse was a little high this morning, all else looked good.
Feeling a little perkier now I’ve got something done. I decided to get the peas podded and into the saucepan for cooking later on, and potatoes in the crock-pot.
Ah, well, at least the peas I nibbled while doing them were tasty. Hehe!
I got started on this blog as far as here, then went on to updating yesterday’s post. Hello, Duodenal Donald is stinging now, or is it Anne Gyna? Tsk!
Herbert above is giving it some wallop this morning 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 from the exonerated: manumitted, absolved, cleared, vindicated, exculpated, pardoned, forgiven, let-off, protected, acquited, discharged, guiltless superior loud gentleman. 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. Oh heck, I forgot there that I was told not to put any conversations with Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representatives or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.
Eventually, I got Friday’s updated and posted.
I ate the tasty meal while watching the game on the TV.
The memory of the fodder faded as the match progressed.
What a performance from England.
For once, we had a lot of luck and a goalie on brilliant match-saving form!
France: Please don’t let them win!
Belgium: Please let them beat France
Croatia: Please let them play badly
England: I beg for a win!
Haha! I can hope and pray!
As for getting to sleep, it was almost an impossibility.
That England winning, and in such style too, was being replayed over and again in my brain.
Well gone midnight before I nodded off. Tsk!