Sunday 8th July 2018

Javanese: Minggu 8 Juli 2018

0455hrs: Woke with memories of a horrible dream lingering in my head. Another of those where I go back and repeat errors, bad judgements and mistakes I’d made over the years. In these nightmares, I know full well and am aware of what I need to do to correct the long gone failings and embarrassments this time, but I’m unable to get it right. Most disquieting.

The grey-cells began to form into a semi-cohesive more relevant mishmash, and I became aware of the mini-crop circle that had appeared on my chest between my man-breasts. This prompted me to get the camera and go into the kitchen to take photographs of the mystery and to see the state of the blotches this morning. Whatever it was or caused it, certainly scared-off the blotches from that little circular area of flesh? Haha! The itching was worse, but I think this was because they are beginning to clear up, perhaps, because the pain from them was far less. Mind you, I haven’t got any clothes on yet!

Signs of nocturnal nibbling were found in the waste bin on the Ottoman. Naughty!

Then the memory from last night and the great England victory in the World Cup came back to me. I almost felt like looking it up on the web to see if my memory was correct or not.

I got the Health Checks done.

The results were all looking good, I thought.

For some reason, while I was sorting out the medication taking, my mind drifted back to my younger days. Which I can remember; but not if I’ve left the tap running, or the light on, or the cooker on. What a klutz!

When an embaphium had to be used to measure the doses. And although memories of those days were not particularly happy for me, Mam and Dad fighting, no pennies for the meters, my being sent to different neighbours to cadge a spoon of tea, cup of milk, some sugar or whatever: It still retained the odd bit of pleasant memories. Tsk!

0600hrs now: No sunshine out yet. The temperature was at 30°c – 86°f.

The humidity was well within the green range, although I do not know exactly what this indicates. I’ll have to look it up.

Note the picture?

Yes, I was young once. Hehehe!

I got the potatoes in the crock-pot on a low setting and podded some fresh garden peas, both ready for either the lamb shank or Pork Ribs to be enjoyed with them later on.

The blotches have now begun to itch a little more, even under the armpits, but the pain when I cannot resist scratching at them is far less than yesterday.

Got the computer going and began to make this blog.

Then went to update the Saturday post.

0820hrs: Sounds like Hebert (Big Superior Untouchable John) is getting his machinery out again to work on his models. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my saying about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress 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.

I’m out of advance drafts for the diaries now. So I went onto Coreldraw to create the page top graphics.

Sister Jane rang me as I started to work on them. A jolly chinwagging was interrupted when I lost the signal. I gave her a couple of minutes, then I rang her back on the mobile… which turned out to be a very costly affair. Because I waffled on a and on. Tsk!

I rang off, and three hours and forty minutes later, I had got the graphic’s done and saved. Now for the job of setting up all the drafts. Good job I enjoy doing this blog. Haha! And Herbert gave me some entertainment in the form of knocks and bangs as I did it. But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off and sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my saying owt about the noise. As the Obergruppenfurheress 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.

This is going to take a long time to get done. So it is too early to get the nosh sorted yet.

I pressed on with the draft making. And oh boy, it took me another three hours to get them all finished, sorted and saved. Well passed my head-down time already. But, I had not checked for any comments, gone on the WordPress Reader or any TFZer stuff.

So tired-out, but I had a bash on Facebooking.

Virgin went down, and I lost everything beyond this point.

I cried.