Wednesday 12th December 2018
Vietnamese: Thứ Tư ngày 12 tháng 12 năm 2018
023:00hrs: I woke up, bestraddled over, around and hanging half-off-on of the £300 second-hand rickety, rusty recliner. With conscience-wracking, incriminating, nocturnal nibbling evidence all around me! I’d been at some jelly-babies, the proof being is as I found one in the fold of my stomach as I first attempted to move. This sweet was partially covered in crumbs that looked suspiciously like being from salted biscuit thins to me.
I painfully recovered my wandered-off of its own accord left leg from where it was hanging over the recliner arm and dangling above the division of the easy-chair. This is not the most puzzling part though; How the hell did I physically get the limb into that position in the first place? That is the real mystery!
The next dilemma came, when, as I attempted to rise up out of the recliner, I found that I had one slipper on, which of course would not be on while I got my head down. Why?
My spotting the Scottish Shorties biscuit crumbs on the recliner and carpet did not surprise me, not after my earlier discoveries. What a Zhlub! I had a cleaning up session, but managed without any toe-stubbings, losing, dropping banging into anything. Luckily, Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were being kind to me and leaving me alone so far.
I got the medications taken and did the Health Checks.
Sys was higher, and the Dia went down? I’m not sure if this is bad or not, but it didn’t seem right to me? For some reason, despite my naughtiness in the nocturnalness, the weight had gone down the tiniest bit. I wondered if I had been noctambulations last night? I cannot remember eating or moving about, or any somnambulism.
Ah, it isn’t raining this morning either.
I took this picture from the unwanted new kitchen with the light, and view-blocking thick plastic frames and more glass to clean than before and rain dribbles in when you open them, window.
As I got the computer on to update the Tuesday post, guess what happened… a shock I know. (Sarcastic Mode Adopted!)
This wee’d me off.
So I went and made a brew and got the mushrooms with some sliced turnips in the crock-pot on a low setting. I added just a drop of balsamic vinegar, light soy sauce and a dash of lemon juice. I hope to be able to eat whatever it is I end up cooking with the meal. The last two meals, I threw more away than I ate. Could this be a cause of my nocturnal nibbling? (Note the search for an excuse or justification there? Hehe!)
The Virgin Media was still playing up, so I responded to my early-warnings and went off to utilize the Porcelain Throne. By gum, that was a good session, almost like a normal one, I almost enjoyed it!
Back to the computer and finished off the updating and got it sent off to WordPress. Liberty Global-Virgin Media Internet was no longer cutting out, but it was going a tad slow.
I went on the WP Reader and replied and made some comments on others blogs.
On to the TFZer Facebook.
Then to get some page top headers for the Inchcock Today’s sorted. I’ve only got two left to use.
Popped into the kitchen found I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. Without hot water now for around eight-hours! Grumph and Oy Vey!
I got a few graphics done, but need many more before I can make a start on the drafts.
Doing reasonably well now… Hello, the doorbell chimeth.
It’s the bloke to do the drilling setting and prep work for the new Intercom set-up. So much for asking for my choice of 08:00 to 10:00hrs for the job to be done (1245hrs now). He’s got to keep the door open while he does it. Blooming cold with the wind coming in. Hey-ho, its got to be done.
I did an Asda (Walmart) order for tomorrow. Last few pressies of the consumable kind, some mini wines for Si… I’d better not say, they might read this. Hehe! Vinegar, veg, fruit and some cream cakes as extra treats for the gals.
He’s started now with his drilling. Nice chap.
I checked the seasoned mushrooms and turnips, they are looking good. But with having to wait until the gentleman finished his tasks until I can eat and then get my head down, a little later than usual.
Back to getting the graphics done on CorelDraw and Paint.
Enough, I’m worn out now, poor old thing.
Got the nosh sorted.
Texas BBQ sausages, mushrooms turnips, and tomatoes.
I managed to eat nearly all of it tonight. So I hope this shows the return on my appetite! Poetry was sneaking in there, I see! Hehe!
The chap finished his work and shot off to do another flat. I took these photographicalisations of the work done in the corridor.
I think the cabling will be covered mayhaps by the coving will eventually go along the ceiling -wall corners to hide the Fire Sprinklers later in the new year.
Got the pots washed.
While doing them, Dizzy Dennis attacked – and oh boy, it was a nasty one that left me on the floor. This rarely happens, in fact, it’s many months since this happened. I cannot recall falling over at all, just being there and trying to get back up.
On the bright side, apart from a little bump on the head, I was feeling okay almost immediately I came round out of the confusion. I later found a bruise on the elbow, but it wasn’t a painful one. Best of all, with the blood being so thin at the moment, I did not cut myself anywhere. A silver-lining in everything if you search long enough.
Being the hard, battling, robust and resilient chap I am, this incident did not bother me in the slightest. Fib-telling Mode Adopted! Hehe!
The hot water was back on now, but it was too late for me to have an ablutions session, I felt so tired-out.
When I got settled into the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner, Dizzy Dennis visited again. No chance of me falling over this time, Hehe! Mind you, I could have fallen out of or off of the £300 second-hand 1982 model rachitic, rattletrap recliner. Haha! But didn’t, and Dennis’s attack was only a mild one this time.
AS I sat there considering if I ought to watch a DVD, the TV or read a book… Zzz!