Monday 17th September 2018
Esperanto: Lundo 17 De Septembro 2018
0200hrs: I woke up, convinced it was Sunday. Exited the £300 second-hand dodgy recliner and off for a wee-wee. A short-sharp-painful wee-wee!
To the kitchen to take the medications. The empty pots on the tray, made me realise it was either Monday, or I’d taken the wrong days medications. I got my brain a tad bamboozled trying to sort things out. I ended up checking on the calendar to confirm the day. Poor old Klutz!
Took the medications, with a certain amount of ambivalence. Then got the Health Checks done for this morning, and updated last weeks results.
It was a bit nippy in the flat this morning, looks like Autumn has arrived and is rushing into Winter?
Cleaned things up, and went on an Evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles search and destroy patrol, Raid and Rentokil spray at the ready. An inexorable approach was adopted and concentration at its highest level.
There were lots of the weevils on the window ledge in the spare room again.
I’m sure that they are coming out from the gaps and unsealed holes left when the windows were installed because the dead ones were found close to the tiny holes in the plastering?
Worryingly, all of the dead weevils were tiny young ones. The adults were noticeable by their absence. Not sure what this indicates?
Made another brew of tea to replace the one I let go cold, and onto the computer to start this blog, up to here. Then went to finish off yesterdays diary.
Got Sunday’s finalised and sent off.
Went on the WordPress Reader section, and replied to a comment.
Then, another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Oh dear! An extremely messy affair this time, and heavy in content. I made a brew and took a Dia-Limit capsule. Well, I nearly did. But I noticed a pack of Galpharm Diarrhoea Relief Tablets and thought I’d try these ones. On reading the dosage advice: Adults and Children over 12 years: Take Five Tablets up to four times a day…? Methinks these will not be very helpful. Huh!
A lot of stuff was thrown down the waste chute from a floor above very early in the day, again. Tsk!
I reckon I got a bit over enthusiastic with the shaving foam and some had got on to my head, which I mistook for one of the flat invading creatures? Tsk!
Down and out of the lobby, I turned and took this photo of some of Willmott-Dixon sub-contractors working on letting in the evil ironclad boll Weevil black biting beetles into a flat on my level of the apartment block. Hehe!
The rain was stopping now, although the odd sprinkle of precipitation fell later.
I limped on, feeling in a fair condition, and at a decent pace for me too.
An almost deserted avenue, usually teeming with life?
I called in the Co-op Store and got a Beef Pie on offer at £1, baby potatoes and two extra large potatoes to baked and bash up with strong cheddar cheese later today.
Back up the hill, and to the Wilko store. I got another ‘Raid’ Beetle-killing spray. And a food bowl to replace the one I broke last week. I paid the lady, thanked her and departed.
I put down the little and glanced down at it and thought; What an odd bag of shopping I had collected today.
I entered through the Woodthorpe Park Gates and ambled up the footpath. I saw precious few Nottinghamians on my way to the top. I did watch some dogs taking their owners for a game of ball, though. Hehehe!
I turned right and had a walk down through the Tree Copse. It looked a little sad all thinned out and losing leaves already. I photographicalised the walk down and out of the other end.
I picked it up and put in in the bin.
I met Mable as she got out of the lift on her way to the laundry room. Gave her a choice of nibbles from the bag for her and hubby.
I got the bits I’d bought put away.
Getting one of the large potatoes in the oven.
Took the cheese out of the fridge ready for mixing with the bashed-up spuds later.
Started to get the photos ready to use on this blog, then began to update it.
Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet Down Again.
Must be the lad’s break time.
Off to the wet room for a w… Oh, no, we agreed not to bother mentioning the wee-wee’s didn’t we?
Made a brew of the most elegant English Breakfast Tea by Twinings. The Extra-Strong variety.
When I returned to the computer, I started actually falling asleep while typing!
Not good this. I haven’t been up for twelve-hours yet. And I’ve only taken a tiny hobble into Sherwood and back. So why am I feeling like this so early, even for me? I’m a bit nervous about falling asleep and letting the meal burn or start a fire even. Most aberrational!
Ah, the lads are back outside, and Global-Virgin is working, slowly, but still.
The spuds were ready to burn my fingers while I took out the flesh and mixed it with the extra-strong cheddar cheese, then returned it to the oven to brown off; adding beef pie at the same time.
Did the Health Checks.
I left a fair bit of it and threw it away. Got the pots in the washing-up bowl to soak.
The usual evening performance played out. TV on, nod-off, wake, curse at missing a programme I wanted to watch, nod-off, wake up, nod-off, wake up…
Potatoes and RAID make a good combination. Those EBWIBBBs will try hard to make more little ones with you declaring war on them. I still think you should give up on the razor and grow a beard. Too bad the food was a fail.
Hehehe! The EBWIBBBs are planning a counter-attack, I’m sure, Tim.
I grew a beard many years ago, and set it on fire! I was doing a job of welding on my motorbike handlebars at the time. Huh!
I think the catalogue of recent and ongoing failure in the fooder stakes, might be due to the current Trotsky Terence situation. I’m not going out today, luckily there are no medical appointments. To risky with all the trips to the Porcelain Throne. (Had two already this morning). I might nip out later for a trio around the site, photographicalisationing. Cause hopefully I can get back in time if things become urgent? Hahaha!
Cheers, TTFN, Sir.
You don’t do much welding these days that I can tell.
I was no good at then, either, Tim.
But, jobs were hard to come by then. Haha!
YOU MUST STOP these whoopsiedangleplops!!!!! With love from across the pond, Rachel <3 xoxo
Bless you, Rachel. ♥
I think th ageing process isn’t helping. Haha!
I pray things will ease for you soon.
Thanks, Love and Hopes sent through the ether. XXX