Day: 1 August 2018

Tuesday 31st July 2018

Afrikaans: Dinsdag 31 Julie 2018

0330hrs: I woke with the brain rambling away with thoughts of whatever nature it seemed to want to ponder over. The only connection between the subjects that the grey-cells chose was my fretting and worrying about topics being so rampant. It was like listening to someone else’s thoughts at times.

I spent far too long in mental turmoil. Luckily, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived to distract me from the troubled thoughts and concerns.

So, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off to the wet room. The plates-of-meat alone of the ailments giving me any hassle. So this was good! This evacuation was more substantial.

 But, I lost a lot of Crimson red blood via Harold’s Haemorrhoids. At least I hope it was from them. Cleaned up and made my way to the kitchen, where I carried out the Health Checks.

I was pleased to see that the weight had come down, even if it was by the pitifullest amount.

Then, made a potent brew of Assam tea. I’ve taken to this Assam tea in the mornings lately.

Took the medications, leaving out the Dia-Limit capsule today.

The mind seemed to have lost its awakening fixation over my anxieties. The computer on, and I started to create this post.

I had a perusal of the WordPress reader next.

Then began to update the Monday diary. Got it done and posted off.

The rain is coming down now.

0430hrs: Had to press on with the page top graphic creations for the Inchcock Today drafts.

0815hrs: Finally got the graphics done. Now to make up the blueprints. I’ll make another mug of tea first.

The weather still a bit wet, but it is getting lighter now, and the skies are less dark and dank looking.

Oh, you can take it, that wee-wees will be painfully performed at regular, frequent visits for the rest of the day. Haha”

0829hrs: Started making the drafts up.

 Finished the mat 1005hrs.

Workmen or Herbert upstairs, clanging and tapping away throughout the drafting session, again. Makes it hard to concentrate.

But of course, I am not complaining, just mentioning it. No point in my risking getting another telling-off, thrown out of the flat or sneered at from the Nottingham City Homes Mangement for my quoting the truth about the noises. 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 I have with any Nottingham City Homes Management, employees, representative or agent on my blog. Sorry about that, I’ll cross it off.

I’ll make another brew of tea, methinks.

The rain has stopped now, the sun’s trying to come out.

I think I might be having some furuncular ailments coming on. An odd itch at the top inside of the leg, and when I went to scratch it, it didn’t half hurt. A boil or carbuncle type pain methinks. Tsk!

1515hrs: I got the drafts updated and ready for use. A long slog this job was.

I went on to Facebook for a while.

Went on WordPress reader section.

Health Checks carried out, medications taken.

Getting tired mentally now. 

Then I had a look at the car-crash videos on YouTube.

I had BBQ flavoured mackerel, Surimi sticks, chips, gherkins, peas and tomatoes tonight.

A decent flavoured effort, I gave it an 8.2/10 Taste-Rating. Hehe!

The fatigue overcame me.

I managed to get the washing up done, do the last checks and medication taking, and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner.

But again, sleep took its time in coming, despite my feeling drained. That dang brain was fretting away! Tsk!