Friday 16th November 2018
Albanian: E Premte 16 Nëntor 2018
0145hrs: As I woke and awaited the brain to join my physical movement in action, the morning’s expergefactor made itself known. It was the importunate need to utilise the Porcelain Throne. The removal of bullous dominating abdominal region and body from the £300 second-hand recliner was achieved in minutes, and I hastened to the wet room. Although no toe-stubbing to delay me, I did knock the empty bottle of orange juice off of the side recliner.
No call for me to complain, mind. Apart from Hippy Hilda, all the other ailments appeared to be resting. Haha!
The spare room had a decent selection of dead and live ones on the unwanted light and view-blocking new window ledge again.
I found a couple of EIBWBBBs on the hallway carpet as well, much alive.
Washed the hands in antiseptic disinfectant and soap. Off to the kitchen. The Sphygmomanometer operated the first time for the Health Checks.
Made a brew and guzzled the medications.
I got with finishing the Thursday Inchcock Today. My concentration this morning is pretty wretched, pathetic! But I got it completed eventually.
This idea suddenly came into my tortured brain, for a poem about the view from my kitchen window. Morning Thought in Ryme – and an R.I.P. to the hundreds of Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles (Curculionoidea) I’ve killed and hopes that one day I will be infestation free! I hate it when I get these brainwaves for an idea for a blog, but only like to say, when I get them while I’m in a confused state mentally. This meant I stopped what I was doing because I just had to get the post written! Humph! So, naturally it took me hours, four at least to get the ode done and sent off! Then, I’d forgotten and lost track of my brains thoughts of what I was doing beforehand! Klutz!
Funny rhyme and Weevil thoughts Bit of fun, a laugh and some bad poetry too!
On to Facebook TFZ site to catch up. Finished it at 1140hrs.
Made a brew of teas and dunked some Highland Shorties.
Not good concentration not there, but I got onto CorelDraw, as I was out of Inchcock Today header graphics and got some made up. But nowhere near enough of them. However, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun seemed to be an alliance of some sort and determined to stop
A mixture of cold fodder on the plate. (Not up to cooking, and now Duodenal Donald is having a bash at me, Tsk!)
So tired and drained yet again, so early in the day too? I was a tad concerned at how I felt, and it is times like this that I appreciate having the Health Alarm Wristlet, just in case.
I ate about a third, if that, of the food, put the tray on the other chair, and turned on the TV.
I woke seven hours later! (Yes, seven hours [I must have needed it] sleep for me!) But I still felt so weary?
Poor old thing! Hahaha!
Sorry you had a sorry day. I love the photo of the window taken from the low angle perspective. At least the EBWICBBBs were dead. You put a nice looking cold plate for dinner.
Thanks, mate.
I feel that just maybe, I’m winning the EBWICBBB battle at last… but then, I’ve thought this before. Tsk!
Not so good this morning again. Poor pld thing! Hehe!
TTFN