Inchcock – Sat 3 Nov 2018: Fiddly messy day, graphicationalisationing done, Shock of the year for me at 2100hrs! Dang, dang, dang, dang!


TFZers at the fancy dress party! Yeehaa!

Saturday 3rd November 2018

Lithuanian: 2018 m. Lapkričio 3 d., Šeštadienis

0005hrs: I stirred, feeling tired still. When the brain joined the body in semi-life-like mode (I’m not claiming any oomph, clarity or alertness at this stage, you understand), the usual for recent awakenings, started: The impenetrable nebulous malaise of erratic, illogical, fears, hopes and hesitant, vulnerable desires, all seemed to come at the same time. Thus, none of my problems got solved or even assessed. All I got from this stampede of mental emotions, was a headache. Tsk!

Yet again, like the previous two arousals, the innards came to my rescue, and I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne quickly. Which of course, was impossible with having to first, free my supererogatorily oversized torso from the £300 second-hand recliner!

WD 51.2.51 Giving myself a superbly timed toe stub, that produced a Defcon 3 level of pain, en route, and started Hippy Hilda off! Schmuck!

WD 51.2.51 I arrived in what I thought was plenty of time and got caught-out with how liquified the ten-second clear-out was. This evacuation convinced me to start to retake the Dia-Limit capsules again. I made my way to the kitchen to make a brew and get the Health Checks done, and the medications were taken.


6Sat01At least the Sys, Dia, and Pulse had come down a smidge.

I remembered just after taking the medical doses, to take a Dia-Limit, in fact, I took two for the first time.

Hippy Hilda was calming down nice and quickly, Thank heavens for that!

I realised I’d seen a single evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle. But of course, my mind had been on other things. So, I got the spray out and scattered some around the usual Weevil intrusion spots in the kitchen. All I found was about ten weevil carcasses, and I was pleased with that.

6Sat03Into the Spare room next. Where one live beetle, a big one, mind, was spotted on the cabinet, and one live Weevil on the unwanted light and view destroying new window ledge, along with a few dead bodies. I wrestled with the big beetle and won in the end. Hehe!

Into the wet room, where I found only three evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, all deceased. Things were looking good in the illegal immigrant department. Back to the kitchen to clean up using the liquid soda, and make another mug of tea for the one I let get cold.

6Sat04WD 51.2.51 I found a massive evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle, actually swimming in the bowl of soda and bleached water where the cleaning cloths were being soaked in!

I picked him or her out, and the thing shot off and away, never to be seen again.

Gawd blimey, these are tough little things! I hope he doesn’t come out again and charge at me, he was that big, he could have me over! Haha, only joking!

5Fri017I made the second mug of tea and took a look outside.

It didn’t feel so cold compared to yesterday morning when I opened the unwanted new light and view-blocking window to struggle to take this photograph, having to use the old Sony camera, cause the battery needed a recharging session in the new Lumix. But it came out okay.

Got the Lumix on charging, and off for a wee-wee.

Doing the updating of the Friday post took me over four hours this time. The concentration was still not back to normal. Will it ever be, I ask myself. I reckon the spell-checker is doing a decent job. I certainly ain’t! Humph!

Made a start on this blog. Another three hours to get to here. Had a spell on TFZer Facebooking.

Set about doing the last of the Willmott-Dixon graphics and sent them to the Willmott-Dixon album on my Facebook page. Here they are:

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6Sat06Had a while on the WordPress Reader.

Terrible thirst on me this morning, can’t work out why though? Went to make another brew of tea. Ah, got it now, I’m letting every mug of tea go cold! Twit!

I took this photo of my beloved Tree Copse. Looking so sad now, but it is going to get worse I’m sure.

6Sat05I checked on the mushroom in the slow-cooker.

I didn’t move the lid, though, just had a gander through the glass lid.

Then tried to take a panoramic shot with the old Sony camera. It would not have it. I must have tried eight times, all failures to record. So I just took this standard shot of the scene from the unwanted light and view-blocking new kitchen window.

6Sat24Last Health Checks were tended to, and the nosh got ready at last.

The mushrooms removed from the crock-pot and put in with the saucepan of Borlotti beans and tomato passata. Porkpie sliced, bread and butter; followed by a lemon mousse.

Got the pots into the sink to soak, and settled down to watch “Death Wish 4” film on the DVD.

I had to give up, as I kept nodding off and having to rewind. I soon fell asleep.

2018-8-01dWD 51.2.51 Only to wake up four hours later with flashing lights and the distant sounds like that of thunder! I have to admit to a bit of a panic and semi-hysteria setting in at this stage!

I was sure that a fire alarm had activated, and believed it may well be a real one!

  • Struggled to get out of £300 second-hand recliner, I almost rolled off of it!
  • Into the hallway, checked the door handle for any heat with the back of my hand… all felt cool.
  • No alarms sounding.
  • To the unwanted light and view-blocking kitchen window, to see if any fire engines were outside… it was difficult to see with the new unwanted sticking out new ledge on the undesired light and view-blocking new window… I could see none.

Then things fell into place when I saw the fireworks on the horizon and all around beneath the flats. So I got the camera and took some shots of the Nottinghamians obsession and fascination with things that twinkle and go bang. I read that Fireworks were invented in China in c. 700 BC, to scare away evil spirits. Coloured fireworks were developed in Europe in the 1830s. But still, we are enthralled enough to buy or shoplift costly fireworks each year.

Remember, remember the 5th of November, gunpowder, treason and plot: It’s the day we light bonfires and set off fireworks all across the UK. But bonfire night isn’t just about standing in awe at the bright lights. (Sad innit?) It may seem like a great chance to sip on hot chocolate, mug someone, burgle a house and eat hot dogs but there’s a historical reason why we set alight Guy Fawkes and let off fireworks. Today we even start celebrating days before the date of the event? (It’s only the 3rd Nov tonight)

So where did it all start? Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night?: Guy Fawkes is best known for failing to blow up Westminster Palace. On November 5, 1605, Guy was foiled as he plotted to destroy the Houses of Parliament during state opening and kill all inside it – including the King – in what became known as the Gunpowder Plot.

Fawkes and others involved were tried on January 31st 1606 and then sentenced to be hung, drawn and quartered in the Old Palace Yard in Westminster.
The Attorney General Sir Edward Coke told the court that each of the condemned would be drawn backwards to his death, by a horse, his head near the ground.
They were to be “put to death halfway between heaven and earth as unworthy of both”.
Their genitals would be cut off and burnt before their eyes, and their bowels and hearts removed.
They would then be decapitated, and the dismembered parts of their bodies displayed so that they might become “prey for the fowls of the air”.

But Guy escaped this horrific fate, as immediately before his execution he jumped from the scaffold where he was to be hanged and broke his neck, thus avoiding the agony of the mutilation.
He also did not have his body parts distributed to “the four corners of the kingdom”, to be displayed as a warning to other would-be traitors.
Despite being involved in what is basically a terrorist plot, Guy Fawkes was named the 30th Greatest Briton in a poll conducted by the BBC in 2002.
Today, straw effigies made of Guy Fawkes and thrown onto bonfires to remember the Gunpowder Plot were also known as “guys” and over time the meaning has blurred.

Oh, dearie me, I got carried away there, sorry.

I made a mug of tea, no point in trying to get back to sleep now, and its only 2100hrs yet!

I took some not too successful photographs of the sky and fireworks that seem to please so many of us. By Gawd, I’ve become a grumpy old man! Haha!


Got the computer on, and updated then finished this diary off.

Yawning a lot now… and the flipping stubbed toe is still hurting! Tsk!

2 thoughts on “Inchcock – Sat 3 Nov 2018: Fiddly messy day, graphicationalisationing done, Shock of the year for me at 2100hrs! Dang, dang, dang, dang!

  1. It kind of makes you wonder if they should bring back some of that torture to use on politicians and criminals — Hmmm! A bit of a redundancy there, I believe. Perhaps it would dissuade elected officials and petty criminals (more redundancy) from becoming hardcore criminals. I like those fireworks photos. Nice graphics. “Death Wish 4” put you to sleep? Good thing you’re not somebody’s pet. Maybe “Death Wish 4” is a form of virtual euthanasia?

    • I like the idea that we consider if they should bring back some of that torture to use on politicians and criminals. If applied properly, maybe Pavement Cyclists, too? Hehe!
      I suppose you are right, though. The inclusion of extra components which are not strictly necessary to functioning, in case of failure in other components, might be overdoing a bit. Hahaha!
      “I was just too tired” Tim, but I caught up with Charles again later.
      I think maybe that the Senate and Houses of Parliament are virtual euthanasia – for honesty and equaity.
      Just thought I’d mention it. like.

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