Bank Holiday Weekend – Inchcock doesn’t like em!

Worrisit abarght Bank Holidays that upset the Old Git?

Days without any buses to get him anywhere,

Spends too much time sat in his computer chair,

Days stuck communicating with the blogosphere,

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Tormenting his haemorrhoids in his recliner chair,

Global-Virgin will fail again, but this is not rare!

He thinks back to 1962, when he had an affair,

He eats, no one to talk to, he gets chubbier,

Ever increasing weight, makes him feel even barmier!

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His neighbour residents go off but to where?

To visit friends and families, kids or maybe an heir?

They go to  the Bahamas, New York or Guinea-Bissau, 

He can’t afford a holiday away, that’s not fair!

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Leaving the sad repugnant Gerry, lonely and in despair,

No buses, can’t get to see his Sister Jane to eat one any donair,

Then pass wind and get thrown out, with Janes usual flair.

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Wondering why he is short, fat and has no hair,

No social skills, not distinguished or debonair,

His body and mind in a state of disrepair.

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Feeling down, he sometimes gets out of the chair,

In search of biscuits, cheese curls or a chocolate eclair,

If his breasts get any bigger, he’ll need a brassiere!

How will he cope this weekend?

Will his depression ever mend?

I fear he may do something that might hyperextend…

His sanity, health and his stomach may well distend!

When will his eating ever end?

No, hang on, he might yet kick this depressing trend…

Red Dwarf’s on TV later – but he’ll never stay awake to the end!

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The reason for this pathetic rhyme not making much sense, and the gammaticalerrors, are put down to Inchcock’s lack of education, his being stupid, his losing the battle against the Pestering Ironclad black biting mini-beetles/weevils and their being no buses for him to use.

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Inchcock Today – Fri Aug 24th Aug 2018: Smug Mode Adopted, Fire Alarm, Ironclad black biting beetles attack persists. Harold’s Haemorrhoid hassle continues, Tsk!

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Friday 24th August 2018

Africaans: Vrydag 24 Augustus 2018

5Fri005a0350hrs: Woke feeling confused and positively cold this Friday morning.

With rare nowadays, indications of movements having taken place, from the lower limited-use area. Which of course had started the Fungal Lesion bleeding. This was accompanied by some pretty nasty stinging aggravations from Harold’s Haemorrhoids.

As I lay there waiting for the grey-cells to activate sufficiently enough for the bodily movements to be enabled. The need for the use of the Porcelain Throne forced me to struggle out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, and thanks to piles, make a painful visit to the wet room. In a rush, I did not take the camera with me as I usually would have to record the damned Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils. But there were only around five of the little buggers to be seen while I carried out my evacuation. Again, a swift, soft affair. Which meant, no time for the reading of the book this merry morning on the throne.

Daktacort2Had a cleanup and a medicationalistical ointmenting session with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion (Pain-Level 8.5/10, nasty!) and Harold’s Haemorrhoids (Pain-Level 3/10), and got the ensanguined areas treated with the Daktacort Miconazole cream. Anusoling the pesky and irritated at the moment, haemorrhoids.

I limped into the kitchen, with the aim of giving the brain time to come together, by making a mug of lovely strong tea.

WDPBL02a I had the door open, but no hearing aids in yet of course – but still I heard the Fire-Alarm kick-off. I poddled to the door and had a peek through the spy hole, no signs of any smoke out there. Even during this slightly alarming period (Alarming? Did you like that? Hehe!), I wondered how the heck I heard the alarm with no aids in my tab-holes?

5Fri001bWhat I would have done in the past, was go to the kitchen window and take a picture of the fire brigade arriving. But of course, now with the new windows and the sticking out ledge, it is impossible to do this. So I went into the front room and took a photo through the locked balcony door glass. Luckily the outer pod was in the process of being erected and had holes and gaps in it; so I could take a lousy photograph with the engines etc. seen through an opening that will soon be filled in, blocking out view and light altogether of any sight of the ground below for the time being. Until I am able to use the multi-windows that will need cleaning covered balcony when it is completed, by unlocking sliding the door back, opening one of the windows, and leaning out to take a picture – of course by the time I get all that done, the fire brigade will have left. Unless it was an actual fire, of course. I tangled that wording up a bit, didn’t I? Haha!

5Fri001WDPBL02a I continued on my mission to get a mug of tea. Finding in the kitchen, a few Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils.

See the Ironclad in the old washing-up bowl in the photo? Near to it was something that looked like a bit of brown/orange fluff. When I went to remove whatever it was, it sort of blew-up when I touched it and a thick liquid poured out?

Lie01a Of course, I planned to show the shadow of my hands holding the camera in it, to make it more interesting!

The brigade vehicles had gone, I then got on with doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.

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By gum, the Sys, Dia, Pulse, and Temperature were all down. I would have expected the little bit of excitement with the fire alarm would have sent them the other way, up? Just goes to show you what I actually don’t know, doesn’t it? These results leave me all ferblunjit. Hahaha!

I made a start on this post, before finishing yesterday’s off. So much seemed to have happened in a short time, I thought I might forget something to record.

5Fri002Selecting the photographs from the camera card, I found this one. Another unintended mystery picture was taken! Klutz! Thanks to the ailment, Shaking Shaun.

But it fascinated me. Where, hoe when this morning could I have shot this view?

I deployed my Sherlock Homes investigative cap and spent ages trying to find out what I’d 5Fri006inadvertently snapped. Eventually, by using my superior investigative… no, I’ve used that word already, erm… er… inquisitorial qualities, in no time at all, (well, nearly an hour, Tsk!) I’d worked out what the photograph was of!

Extreme Smug Mode Adopted! Head sways, a superior twisted-lip smile appears on my mush!

5Fri009I recalled (eventually) as I went through what had happened earlier, putting down the camera when I was searching to the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils, on the draining board. I must have caught the shoot button as I did so.

The view is of underneath the row of plate supporters in the draining tray!

Could I use this mystery photo as a template for a Sci-Fi graphic in a Space Station? Haha!

5Fri006aWhile in the kitchen, I  got the potatoes in the crockpot on a low setting. Added some sea salt and malt vinegar to flavour them up.

Made a brew of English Breakfast tea in the small Denby China mug.

Realised I had not actually taken the medications earlier, so I did. Meshugener!

5Fri006bThe sunshine came out.

The kitchen window (right-hand side as you look at this photo), is developing very well into a work of art. Multi-coloured splashes and spillages of various whatever they are. Haha!

WDPBL02a There were many of the Ironclad black biting min-beetles/weevils in the space between the cellophane covering and the glass in the 5Fri009awindows. Whether they were trying to get in or out, I don’t know.

Seeing these repellent beetles/weevils, reminded me to check the bait traps.

I went into the spare room and had a look on the window ledge sheet. There were a lot of caught Ironclads and dozens of little tiny, baby beetles I assumed, all over the painted wood.

5Fri010Off to monitor the wet room battlefield box.

Not so many in that one, but as I put the light on, dozens of the nuisances that were on the floor, scurried down the shower drain?

I felt a bit guilty about seeing the bodies.

Despite the sunshine, it still felt a bit nippy in the apartment. Brrr!

07:25hrs. Then, I started on finalising the Thursday post. Best laid plans, eh?

WDPBL02a Damned Global-Virgin Media internet went down once again!

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Aug18N4Can’t turn it off, or I’ll lose everything I’ve done recently. Repeated signs were telling me that Saving Failed with WordPress. But it doesn’t bother me!

0755hrs: Back on again. Tried to get the Thursday diary finished.

Started on the templates.

1600hrs: Got hem finished. Phew!

5Fri011I put some extra sharp cheddar on top of the Cumberland Pie nosh. It turned out just grand.

Flavour Rating: 902/10.

The weather was okay, a bit of wind and rain occasionally.

I took some photographicalisation through the balcony windows at the front.

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I fell asleep and rewoke repeatedly to so many programmes tonight: Heartbeat, The Interceptors, then I gave up, turned off the TV. 

I lay planning on how to arrange Brexit, solve the immigration worries with a ‘Compassion injection’, invent a pair of spectacles with the inbuilt camera and hearing aids, and the obliteration of pavement cyclists with kindness. Hehe!