Sunday 2nd December 2018
Welsh: Dydd Sul 2 Rhagfyr 2018
23:25hrs: The brain woke up at the same time as my body this morning (rare! Hehe!) The mind was free of the usual fearful, apprehensive and vacillating thought-storm, for a change, no barrage from the encephalon today. But I did have a headache.
As I lay there, thinking ‘By gum, it feels all warm and snug this morning in here’, I moved the head and felt a bit of pain from the back of it? I had a feel around and found a tiny lump or bruise. But cannot recall anything happening that might have caused it? Well, at least it explains my headache. Hehe! Then again, this is not surprising, with my having had the Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits last night.
I unhitched my hog-like, outsize, paunchy-stomached body free of the £300 second-hand recliner, and made my way to the Porcelain Throne. Another firm-flatulent evacuation. During which, I spotted just three of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles). I cleaned up and antisepticated the hands and contact points.
I’m pleased to report, that when I collected them all up, they counted to only nine, all dead EIBWBBBs in total! I reckon that mayhaps, the colder wet weather was helping keep these alien invaders down?
Taking the medications, I added a stool softener capsule and Codeine Phosphate to the morning doses. The painkiller, to counter my headache, finger pain. Now Duodenal Donald is starting to kick in too. So, I had a decent guzzle of the ineffective, weak, not fit for purpose cheaper substitute for Aludrox medicine, named Peptac. Humph! At least Shaking Shaun is giving me a break. Odd moments of instability indicated that Dizzy Dennis seems to be lingering in the background, preparing an attack, though.
I got on with updating the Saturday post. But did not get far…
Back on again… Tsk!
Finished the Saturday blog at last. 0500hrs!
Went on YouTube and dunked some biscuits.
Started this post off. 05:55hrs: Got up to here, and decided to get the laundry sorted out and done. Down and deposited the washing in the machine and back up to the apartment.
Hello, another Porcelain Throne visit called for?
I took the recycling bag down with me to drop outside near the caretaker’s door with the others there already.
Down and out, The scaffolding is disappearing from around the foyer area outside, now. I put the big white bag of recyclable materials down
They looked out-of-place mixed in with the other tenants, Chardonnay, lager, wine, Gin, whiskey, rum, and champagne bottles, etc.
When I emptied the drum, I found a tea-towel at the bottom that was not mine. Some poor soul had missed it earlier when taking their stuff out. I put it on the window ledge in clear view, so if they realise and come to have a look, it will be easy for them to spot it.
Two residents came in when I went out to take this photo on the left, of the rain puddles outside.
Back again to the flat, and updated this blog, until it was time to go back to collect the clothing.
The alarm I set chimed out, and down to the laundry room again.
Up to number 72 and got the clothing in the airing cupboard. Made-up the freshener and pod pots with new supplies and put back in the bag.
0900hrs: On the Inchcock Today blog amending.
1250hrs: Finished the blog updating. Many (SSWWs in between)
Weary and tired, I thought I’d have a sit down in the £300 second-hand recliner with a drink of spring water and lemon cordial, and watch a DVD. I soon fell asleep.
I woke to see the landline phone ringing light flashing. Escaping the grip of the recliner in time before it stopped, it was Sister Jane who rang.
Off to the wet room to clean up and medicate things.
Health Checks were done, and I took this photo from the kitchen window as the sun suddenly came out.
The twinkle reflections were not planned or wanted, but it came out looking a bit different anyway.
I watched some TV (all of five minutes or thereabouts, Hehe!), before nodding off into dreamland.
TTFNski each.
Another great Morning Thoughts. Your dead weevils and panorama inspired a poemicalization:
Take nine dead weevils
Ready them to throw
Photographicalization them
So everyone will know
Make a panoramacalization
Not expecting to see the worst
But damn those weevils’ spirits
Are showing as starbursts
Speaking of spirits, with the number of liquor bottles in the bin, it makes one wonder how weevil spirits can survive without being consumed by inebriated Nottinghamers. Speaking of weevil spirits, maybe you need to have your flat exorcised? You should have snapped the “look of suspicious, surprise and superiority”. That’s their problem if they walk into your photographicalization space. Great looking dinner.
Love the poem, Tim. I’d like to put it in my diary and on Facebook. I’ve written your ode on the picture.
Speaking Weevilistically? Hahaha!
Alcoholics Apartments, might be a better name for the flats? Hehe!
The bean nosh was great tasting, mate, you are right!
TTFN
You can use the poem however you want to.
Fank you.