Wednesday 19th September 2018
Finnish: Keskiviikko 19 Syyskuuta 2018
0135hrs: On waking up, a repetition of yesterday mornings agrypnotic activities followed: Realisation that the Porcelain Throne was crucially required.
Seeing a few Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, far more than of late, around the wet room floor, I decided an attack was required. Cleaned up, and armed myself with the ‘Raid’ Beetle Killer spray, the camera and little pots to keep any captured weevils in to photograph them all after my, hopefully, surprise raid is successful.
There seemed to be many more of the adult beasts today. I reckon they have been doing manoeuvres and attack training, that’s why I have seen so much less of them for the last two days? Hehe!
Everywhere got a good long blast of the ‘Raid’ Killer Spray – the can is now low in content. I must get some more when I can get out. Cough, cough, choke!
I might mention this to Nottingham City Homes, Come Dancing contestant and Cat Walk Model, Manager Oberschützeress Angela.
I added an anti-Trotsky capsule to the medication pot and took them.
I updated the Tuesday Diary and got it finished and posted off. Despite the interruptions of Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet having many blank moments. Oy gevalt!
Back to the kitchen and did the Health Checks.
Went on to Facebooking for ages.
Did the Health Checks.
Then on CorelDraw to make up some diary page header graphics in advance.
I seem to have gone into one of my rare, but unsettling ‘Out-of-it’ modes.
The winds were howling more than ever outside. I got the Health Checks done and medictions taken. Realising that the midday does pot was empty, so I must have taken them, but cannot recall doing so.
I had made some notes on the pad as well. Much of them unreadable.
Made a nosh of sorts, not a lot. And left most of it. Eating, was not high on my agenda it seemed.
Some blanks in my memory remained, although some things were clearly stored in the grey-cell box?
I got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner, to clear my mind, or rather to kick-start it. Hehehe!
The nodding off started straight away, minutes sleeping, springing awake, then minutes later dropping off again. Disconcerting, to say the least, especially as I had apparently had a long sleep earlier. Or did I?
I honestly can’t remember getting back to the chair, but I found myself half-on, half-off of it at 0100hrs, when I sprang awake. So I got up.
It’s an odd life, sometimes.
Blankety blank blank spots. Might be the RAID messing with your grey matter. Or the high, howling winds sweeping it away. I’m pretty sure the weather’s to blame for some of your aches and pains. Weather changes always make most everything hurt on me. Seems like there are all kinds of storms all over the world these days. All Trump’s fault too. Storms didn’t happen until he was elected president you know. Nicely arranged, rather meager looking dinner. At least it’s not a lot not eaten.
Ah, I’d not thought about the ‘Raid’ being the culprit, Tim. You might have something there, mate?
We might have storms coming again, Amber Warnings issued for wind and rain from today for several days.
It took me few seconds to get my head around ‘ At least it’s not a lot not eaten.’ Hehehe! Nicely put!
Poor old Trump, gets the blame for everything.
TTFNski, Sir.
“It’s an odd life, sometimes.” you said.
You are so lucky, because my life is particularly odd, always.
Ah , Cindy, that would depend on ones classification of odd… I suppose. Hehehe!
So glad to converse with a another ‘Odd-Contending-With’ person. Hehehe! ♥