Saturday 1st September 2018

Maori: Rāhoroi 1 Mahuru 2018

0305hrs: My post-prandial awakening was not recorded as I usually like to tell folks of, you know the different moods, ailments, etc. from one A.M. to the next. But, because of the urgent and instant need for the Porcelain Throne facilities had grasped all of my attention!

No toe-stubbing or knocking anything over en route to the Throne. Good!

Most lamentably, but not fully woefully. The evacuation was again a start, get half-way, Stop – and I got nearly a full chapter of the book read before any movement began again. And they were long chapters in this book! Hehe!

Harold’s Haemorrhoids did no bleeding. Good!

A few of the Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles were scattered around the wet room floor, but I only managed to catch one of them. (Slow? Me? – yes!)

I thought I’d squashed the beast well, and threw him or her in the sink. Sprayed with disinfectant and turned on the hot water tap. It made no difference, the little thing scampered and disappeared down the plug hole well before any water hit it.

I went into the spare room to weigh myself for the daily Health Checks I was going to carry out.

 Oy-yoy-yoy! Hundreds of the damned Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles! I got last bit of the masking tape and began to ‘stick them up’ as if to put it. Again, far more of them escaped that I caught. Most of them abscondicated through the tiny cracks left when the unwanted light and view-blocking new window frame was fitted.

I’m surprised that no NCH people have taken up my case with them. Still, with any luck when the electricians get around to destroying the flat when they fit the water sprinklers, this might scare the weevils off? No doubt a quidquid erit, omnis fortuna ferenda est, of course. I wonder if the cold weather will help when it arrives?

I got the computer on to do the Health Results. Went to add a word I’d created to my Excel Word Dictionary on Word…

I lost all of my dictionaries from the hard drive!

My skin turned eau-de-nil, I felt so sad and yet angry with myself at the same time. It must have been something I did wrong that caused this catastrophe! I lost hours and hours hunting around my computer, searching and consulting help pages in a vain effort to find out what had gone wrong. I had a wee-wee, made another brew to replace the one that had gone cold, and got on with the Health Checks.

My mood was now one of grief, deeply-miserable, frustrated and downhearted… and really miffed and full of self-loathing, fuming at myself for the mistake I must have stupidly committed, whatever it was, that cost me my word calendars. Tsk! And extremely concerned that I might make the same error again, at a later time.

Nothing upsets the stupid more than arguments they can’t understand! Someone said that, but I can’t remember who it was. But they were spot-on!

With little enthusiasm, I went to make another brew of tea for the same reason as the last one, it had gone cold also. And finally get the Health Checks completed.

Then finalised yesterday’s diary and get it sent off to WordPress.

Did some TFZer Facebooking.

I cut up some of the Portabello mushrooms and got them in the saucepan with the last of the fresh garden peas.

I had to use the large saucepan, but that is one that I dropped and broke the lid on. So I cunningly used a foil tray in place of the cover.

And spent ages having to go back to it and wipe up the condensation. Tsk!

It’s easier than folks think to cut your finger chopping up mushrooms

Hahaha!

So late, I’d lost the day to sorting, or rather, failing to sort out the MS Excel disaster I’d somehow created.

Back to Facebooking for a while. Then got the Health Checks done.

I boiled the garden peas and quartered the mushrooms. Simmering them with a splash of Balsamic vinegar and greatly overcooking them.

The Chinese Mini Ribs went into the oven with the crock-pot cooked, mini potatoes and were sprayed with butter flavoured oil.

The chip sticks, I added when I realised how little the plate had on it.

I must mention the Farmfood Shop bought mini ribs. The pack said there was 400g of contents. I’m sure that 95% was bone!

But that 5% of meat, was oh, so tasty!

And it had the added amusement of my trying to eat it without my now gone front tooth! Hard work! Hehe!

So little was the meal, I nibbled a packet of cheese curls and then the last of the lemon Ice-cream afterwards. Guilt? Me?… Yes!

Went to get the washing-up done.

Some Evil Boll Weevil Ironclad black biting beetles were in the basin in the sink. How do these tiny beasts get into these places?

I think, after looking at the photograph, there might have been either a fight going on or a romantic liaison, twixt the weevils?

I got settled down in the recliner. Chose some TV programmes to watch. Took the evening medications with some orange juice and set about viewing a New Zealand Police episode, with the intention of watching a film that followed.

It was not to be.

I nodded off into the land of Nod, as soon as the first set of advertisements that came on.

TTFN each.