Saturday 8th September 2018

Swedish: Lördag 8 September 2018

0305hrs: I bestirred, yet again as a different person from yesterday morning. This time the ailments were not being so kind to me. I lay musing over various things, but pathetically my mind refused to accept anything as being compelling or in earnest. For a few minutes, I thought the brain had reverted to adolescence mode, as concentration had gone AWOL. Without any doubt, for several minutes oneirataxia reined and ruled my brain’s thought patterns.

As the aberrations weakened and reality attempted to return and retake charge, it was assisted in regaining control, when the urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne arrived.

And what a kerfuffle I made of getting to the wet room!

First: Detaching my fearsomely flobby figure from the £300 second-hand rickety shaking recliner, I knocked the bottle of clementine juice off of the Ottoman as I operated the remote thingamabob.

Second: I got my foot entangled in a little rip in the quilt that had fallen off during my sleep, making it a massive tear. An attempt to regain my balance failed. Over I went and cracked my knee again the corner of the large Ottoman as I fell on it, and my head on the waste bin on the way down.

Thirdly: I took my time and was as careful as I could be (Bearing in mind the need to use the Throne was becoming more imperative as the seconds passed by!) in my battle to get back up on my feet. I trod on a packet of cheese curls that were on the small Ottoman but got displaced in my tumble. The bag burst open. And thoughts that I would have to return and try to clean up all the damned curls and crumbs after visiting the wet room, I proceeded limpingly, but hurriedly to the Throne.

A threateningly large looking evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle was near the shower floor drain. But other needs took priority to my liquidating the varmint.

I mounted the Throne, and things were a little reluctant this morning. A rarity!

However, I got a few pages of the book read.

While I did so, the evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle, actually came over and had a bite of my sock, climbed on top of it, nosed around, and then climbed down the other side, and did a patrol of the perimeter wall of the wet room? Guard Duty?

Harolds Haemorrhoids were not bleeding at all, although they were a tad sore.

I cleaned myself up.

Then, I licked a finger to get the Ironclad boll weevil from the floor, and flicked the beetle, intending for it to land in the WC bowl; but made a hash of it and it landed upside down, on his back, in the sink with the soaking face cloths.

As I took this photo, he righted himself and swam to the side and desperately tried to climb out. How brave and resilient these beasts are! Being a big overweight softie, I freed him.

Weighed the body bulk in the spare room. Please note: The weight had gone down. Yes, Down! Smug Mode Adopted.

Back to the battleground. Did my best with cleaning up the result of the exploded bag of cheese curls temporarily. Don’t want to use the hoover this early in the day.

To the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

Took the medications and made a note for myself to remind me to apply the last of the Daktacort later in the day, to make it last longer. The bleeding from Inchies Fungal Lesion had congealed, but I am not going to do anything about it yet until it is late enough not to disturb the neighbours with the noise of the shower and my screaming when I medicate the area later! Hahaha!

Got the computer on.

Yet again, the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet kept going down for a few seconds and minutes as I worked on starting this blog.

Thank You to Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, the largest international TV and broadband company in the world, with operations in 10 European countries and 51 million broadband, video, voice, and mobile subscribers.

But, I struggled on and got this update done to here.

Then went to finalise the Saturday Inchcock blog. Got it finished and posted off to WordPress.

Went on the WordPress reader page. Then did the comment reading and replies.

I thought I’d better get the Facebooking done, while Liberty-Global Virgin Media is working, slowly, but it is back on now.

Between 0620 > 0800hrs, the chute was used on eight occasions. I imagine a lot of poor tenants would have been woken up by the noise, regrettably.

Did the next Health Checks a lot earlier than normal, so I could get on with creating some Inchcock Today headers, and hopefully getting the templates done for them.

On to CorelDraw. Part-way through creating the graphic tops, Sister Jane rang me. Glad she did, cause I was so deep into graphicalisationing, the break did me good.

We had a good natter, and she burnt her tomato sauce!

I made a cuppa when she’d gone, and let it get cold while I spent another two hours doing the templates. But, I enjoy doing them, and now, at last, I am currently, now in front with them.

But it did drain me a little, mentally.

So I got some chopped tomatoes and passata on a low light and warmed the oven ready for the Frikadellens to go into later.

The tiredness came later on in the day today. I think it was because I was so involved, determined and intent on getting the graphics and templates done?

But this meant I’d not got the late WordPressing reader done or comments looked at. So I had a go at them.

Extremely weary now, folks. Got the Health Checks done, and the Frikadellens in the oven.

The Aldi Frikadellens were fatty and greasy, making them almost uneatable. I did consume one of them.

The tomatoes were utterly tasteless.

The bread thins had gone hard around the edges.

The apple was dry and bitter.

The soft Lemon cream cakes were terrific.

A rating of 3/10 was given for Flavour-Rating.

Last Health Checks were done, medications were taken, and down into the £300 second-hand recliner, so I could fall asleep trying to watch the TV.

Woke with a stomach ache an hour or so later. I blamed the terrible tasting Aldi Frikadellens. I’ll never by them again!