Friday 24th August 2018
Africaans: Vrydag 24 Augustus 2018
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.
I limped into the kitchen, with the aim of giving the brain time to come together, by making a mug of lovely strong tea.
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?
The brigade vehicles had gone, I then got on with doing the Health Checks and taking the medications.
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.
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
Extreme Smug Mode Adopted! Head sways, a superior twisted-lip smile appears on my mush!
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!
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!
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!
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.
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?
0755hrs: Back on again. Tried to get the Thursday diary finished.
Started on the templates.
1600hrs: Got hem finished. Phew!
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.
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!
Hahaha! Turned down the bed again. That’s a great snarl in your annotated selfie. Your kitchen window is turning into a really nice piece of abstract art — you might consider putting it up for auction at Christie’s. Beetlemania continues. I saw something about cold temps moving into England. The evil boll weevil ironclad biting beetles might go into hibernation, or more of them will storm you flat seeking warmth. That meal is 98 short of being one grand meal with a score of 902.
Story of my life, rejections, Tim. Hahaha!
Perhaps the Tate Gallery might be interested. Better than the pile of bricks? Are they still open, I’ll have a look. Yes, its still going in Liverpool. They have a photo of a drink can and glass on a wooden floor on show? Wish I could post it on here to get your view of it.
I do feel a fool! Mistyped that about the rating didn’t I make a mess of it. Tsk!
The evil boll weevil ironclad biting beetles (I might steal that to use if yer don’t mind, Sir?) fooled me. They were back with a vengeance today. Humph!
Hehe! TTFNski.
You are welcome to use “evil boll weevil ironclad biting beetles”. You should send the Tate Gallery a photo of your window.
Thanks, Tim. Used it today. I’ll add it to the tabs as well.
I’ll get Sister Jane to send it when she visits on Wednesday. They may take it off today (The cellophane), then again, they may not. Hehe!
TTFN, Ta.
She loves writing to newspapers and companies to complain about things.