Saturday 10th November 2018

Catalan: Dissabte 10 de Novembre de 2018

2335hrs: I woke most unenthusiastically, reluctantly, and begrudgingly. For some reason, I felt I needed more sleep, rest, recuperation. Resentful that I had been cheated out of my sleep again. For I still felt tuckered out. I determinedly closed my eyes, and I snapped at the quilt and pulled it over my scarily ever-growing paunch. Intent on denying any expergefactor-like interference.

This manoeuvre proved to be a bad choice. Unbenowst to me (Well, I’d forgotten about it!), I had earlier left the DVD remote control and an open tube of Phorpain Gel laying on the quilt when I must have fallen asleep, or maybe in a nocturnal eidolon? The remote hit me on the head and the medical gel self-dispensed itself down my neck and chest. So I gave it a good rubbing in. Hehe!

Within seconds of settling again, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. Amazing, for three mornings now I have been free of these waking-up-time summonses to the Throne… today, the first time I didn’t want to rise out of the £300 second-hand recliner, I get the call! Sulk-Mode-Deployed and bottom-lip pouting engaged!

I removed my body from the recliner and made my way to the wet room. The evacuation went alright.

I spotted only one live Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle on the floor. A look around in the usual hot-spots was conducted, but no signs of any more of the illegal immigrant aliens were found. “Aha,” I foolishly thought, “am I winning the battle at last?”

I investigated in the spare room next.

On the unwanted light and view destroying new window ledge, well-stained now, with all the Rentokil, Sanmex and Raid bug killer spraying, I found some dead weevils near their possible entry and escape route holes in the wall sealing from when the windows were installed.

While in there, I picked a new bag of the PPs to move into the wet room for later use.

I found several largish Weevil corpses underneath, and one live one. The thing that came to mind as soon as I saw them was how much it looked like they were creating a pattern on a music sheet on the box tape? No? Ah, well!

Gave a bug-killer spray around, then to the kitchen. Taking a wee-wee in between. Washed the hands with antiseptic disinfectant.

Got the Health Checks done.

The sphygmomanometer took a couple of tries before it worked.

Looks like the readings are going back up again. Oy Vey! Although the Pulse was okay.

Took the medications.

Back to the wet room for yet another short-sharp wee-wee!

I had a look out if the unwanted new kitchen window with its light and view-blocking thick plastic surrounds and wide sticking out ledge outside that stops one looking down without sticking the camera at arm’s length… got carried away there, sorry… Apparently, the rain had been pouring while I was asleep. Which wasn’t for long enough. I felt like I’ve not had any kip, I was so weary. Poor old thing. Hahaha!

I made another brew, hoping to get it drank this time. Got the computer going to get this Diary started off.

Can you see the intruder on my well-worn keyboard in this picture?

The Weevil seemed to be shoving or pulling whatever it is behind him or her?

Will I ever be free, of these annoying, uninvited, came in when the windows were installed Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles?

‘Bottom-Lip Extruding’ and ‘Feeling Sorry for Myself’ Modes adopted!

Off for another wee-wee. Tsk! I had a rinse and on to the computer.

The Liberty-Global-Virgin Media Internet was very slow again. Although it got a bit better later.

I got on with this blog, up to here. When it dawned on me, I have not finished yesterdays diary yet!

So I got onto it straight away. Finished it off and posted it to WordPress.

Went on the TFZer Facebooking for an hour or three. Then did some graphicalisationing of Diary page top graphic funnies to use later.

Got the nosh prepared, feeling more and more drained as I did so. (Poor old thing!)

I ate it slowly, masticating the fodder, as well as I could with the few teeth I have left

I got the pots into the washing-up bowl to soak.

Had a wee-wee and wash, then did the Health Checks. Still high Sys and Dia, Tsk!)

Settled into the £300 second-hand recliner, and lay here thinking things through, but seemed to have nodded off within minutes again.