Lament in Ryme
To the End of the Weevil War – Or is it?
Willmott Dixon started to upgrade my minuscule flat,
New windows were installed, that started the waring combat,
EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) and a bat,
All came in and immigrated, hibernated, and that was that!
T’was eighteen months ago; and a long time is that,
They ate the food, and I was often bitten at!
It cost me hundreds of pounds,
Bug killers and traps did abound,
My coughing was the loudest sound,
But the poisoning of my lungs was allowed,
No help came, although I protested very loud,
I got the blame, NCH responsibility they disavowed!
I found the battle, very fascinating,
But no signs for months of their abating,
They found my apartment very accommodating,
And with the little Weevils, I started acquainting,
Although mixed in with some aberrating,
At least their bites had no sting!
Spraying Rentokill three times a day became a realisation,
Their cunning skills at survival caught my appreciation,
The Rentokil put me more than them, into aestheticisation,
The numbers grew rapidly of their aggrupation,
If I was ever to win this war, this losing altercation,
I needed more help, stronger ammunition!
My health suffered from this losing situation,
My battle plans were in need of analysation,
I planned to use bleach, and soda as acidification,
But they just swam in it, I was losing with ambiguation.
Of victory, I had no hopes nor anticipation, furthermore…
The effects of the spray left me with a cough and snore!
My further pleas for help, others did ignore,
Until another flat got the Weevils, they got help from me for sure!
Slowly the Weevil numbers faded, not so many anymore…
But occasionally, they’d return, these nasty, Weevil detrivore,
Last week, they came onto the keyboard while I used CorelDraw!
But yesterday was the first day when I saw them no more!
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Oh, sod-it! I just went to make a mug of tea and spotted this. Tsk!
There was no light flashing on the landline telephone. So I went to the intercom phone, no calls one on there either. I had a search and fumble around and found my Nokia mobile, nothing on there. Mind you, the battery was as dead as a dodo, so there wouldn’t be would there. I put it on charge. Haha! Went to the door in case the chime had been ringing, no one about. Well, now I was stumped and flummoxed! But pleased to notice the lack of any signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place.
Cleaned-up and to the kitchen. Noticing just one dead EIBWBBB (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle) on the draining board? 
The SYS had gone up, but the DIA was well down at 56, the lowest its ever been actually. 
was back to the full-blown LHBLPWW’s (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Painful Wee-wee) style! It was resolute, unrelenting, uncontrollable, 
Taking this photograph on the right, of the centre compound and Winchester Court as I limped along. 
Departed and across the pelican lights to the bus stop. 
CorelDrawing for a while.
tootsies. They are going the way that Sister Jane’s did again, but not as bad. 
The right foot ones this time. Toes curling, I put this down to the 
I reckon the results were all okay, weight not included in this decision of course. Off for an SSPWW. 
I got the ablutions finished and had some brekkers. Then back on catching up on Facebooking while I awaited the groceries to arrive. I put the TV on the CCTV and watched to see when the Morrison man came.
On my way back to the apartment, heard my name being called. 
Feeling weary now. So I got the nosh sorted out. 
Went to get one of the made-up bottles of spring water and cordial from the fridge. 
I dislodged my torso with it balloon-like fluid-filled legs and mega-bloated stomach from the £300 second-hand recliner, with ease. For the sore toes of yesterday seem to have already partially healed?
The sphygmomanometer worked the first time, and I was happyish with the results. The weight being ever-increasing concerns me a bit, but I will be seeing the Doctor on Tuesday at 07:30hrs, so I can ask her about this then. 
I checked the Emails next, in case anything had come from the surgery or clinics, but none had. However, I had received one from Bother-in-Law Pete. 
I went to make another mug of tea. As I did so, I noticed a new marking on the left wrist. The left-hand side of my body seems to be affected more than the right recently. It’s the left foot toes that are affected and was hurting more than the right one. The left foot heel is burning. The left hand is getting the papsules and pains, while the right seems unaffected. The left shoulder is more affected with the Arthur Itis and Rheumatic Raymond. Even the left ear-hole has more solidified wax in it than the right one! Just thought I’d mention it. 
10:55hrs: About time to go down, so I did. Hehe! May was in the lobby, but she did not have time for a gossip, as she was going to the bus stop. So we exchanged ‘Take cares’ and gave her some chocolate coins for her bus fare, and off she shot with my best wishes. 
I nipped outside and took this picture along Chestnut Walk. It was colder out there than it looked to be.
However, the dwaal of thoughts soon faded into the ether, as I caught sight of the greatly extended and much more obtruding than usual stomach! With the heart op scars now more defined and stretched wide? A few more papsules had grown as well?
By the time I had limped down Winchester Street hill and got onto Mansfield Road, the toes and left foot was giving me enough bother for me to consider my going back home. But, my desire to see Jane and Pete, and supply them with some alcohol to keep them going (Guffaw!), I decided to press on.
The traffic was heavy now, as I arrived in Carrington at the surgery in a right pickle, physically. The weight of the bags had taken a lot out of me, and I knew I had twice as far to go yet to get to town afterwards.
As I got to the Boulevard traffic island, the first of many to follow stops were taken. The pain was on my limits of tolerations, but each time I stopped, the pain died down and off I’d go again… I’m losing my plot here, sorry. As I rested, I took this photograph of an overhanging bush on the pavement side. Bootiful! A winter-growing delicate flower it seems.
I got the camera against the window of the bus, with the intention of taking a photograph of the Nottingham Forest ground as I went over Trent Bridge.
Pete took some shots of me to use in future graphics, bless him. 
oven. When it was cooked, I broke it up and buttered bits of it, adding the salad selection and egg to it. Oh, and a mini pork pie. Please don’t mention the mini pork pie to Sister Jane, I beg you. 
I found far too many signs of nocturnal-nibbling and found myself surrounded with detritus. As I viewed the dreck around me, my heart sank – for I could not recall any eating whatsoever. The crumbs on my protruding flobby-stomach, the pot of potato chips, jelly babies and an empty jars with no indication of what I’d put in them, the two empty and one half-emptied 500ml bottles of spring water and the part-eaten tub of BBQ smoked almonds all seemed a mystery to me! I lay a while, without moving, and pondered over this dilemma. I feared it might have happened because of the low-spirits I have been in? Not having seen a tellurian, nevermind a tenant to talk or natter to in seven days now! Stuck indoors due to the ailments, and being chinwagless… I fought off the self-pity, and told myself I’d risk going out for a hobble today, come what may! Thank Gawd for the internet! Its kept me going through this terribly lonely and frustrating period. 
The readings looked okay to me. I got the half-tablet of the dreaded Furosemide, taken with the morning medications. 
I was now feeling a tad chirpier in myself (Always an indication of some imminent disaster, Accifauxpa, Calamity, Loss or Mega-Whoopsiedangleplop, I know!). 
Then on Facebook, get the photos in the albums. Cause if I can get out for a hobble later, I will be in no state to remember or even do when I get back home to this peaceful, persons free, slowly turning into a grubbier apartment. Hehe! 
Back down and out again. It was pleasing to see the Willmott Dixon crew starting work after their two-week holiday break. My neighbour Malcolm was just setting out in his new car.
I pressed on to a surprisingly quiet Arnold.
I paid and hobbled to the bus stop. I thought I might see Penny there but didn’t. 
I decided there was no point in my trying to get anything done other than eat and then sleep. 
The Limoncello dessert I decorated with some slices of Sharon fruit (persimmon). Very tasty!
00:25hrs. I woke with the brain suffering the Babeldom of inner and perhaps even external voices for all I knew! Arguing, postulating, and squabbling over anything and everything that came into the grey-cells! It felt as if I was outside looking in. I was farmisht and for a moment or two scared by the brains independent actions. And yet I showed mansuetude in response, and just waited a good few minutes until the mind steadied down, regaining its usual placid-vacuity, and awaiting my input and or control. 
The results were a little higher than of late, especially the temp and ever-increasing flipping weight! The Sys I think needed to be higher after yesterdays worrying to me, lows.
I took this photo of the kitchen window from the doorway facing out as I left to have another SSPWW (Sort Sharp Painful Wee-wee). 
Off for another Porcelain Throne visit, as I kept going from warm to shivering a few times, and had a few coughing bouts. Hello, hello! 
I pondered on whether or not I should try the Polish canned Breakfast Delicacy or not? I read the ingredients: Meat (37%), Water, Meat fat, Meat rind, Beef meat (7%), Mechanically separated chicken meat, starch, salt, stabilisers… 
I decided to have two (I ended up having all four, though, Hehe!) Texan-T-Dogs (Sausages) with some potato sticks. Simple brekkers, but tasty enough. Unquestionably more desirable than risking the Sokołów Breakfast Delicacy!
The legs had surely got gone down fluid-wise this morning. 
Although it looked like some blood-bruising was coming up on the lower chins and here and there.
When making a mug of tea, I noticed how clear it was outside, no mist here yet. 
knocked various accoutrements off of the shelf. Grumph!
Went for another long SSWW.
Then I got some potato curls and sausages in the oven for breakfast. 
Once again, I woke up with the urgent, nae, desperate Furosemide-induced need for a painful PHBLWW (Persistent, Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee). No time to make it to the wet room, I utilised the grey plastic bucket I nowadays keep handy for any nocturnal emergencies such as this. The evacuation was an extra-long one, and the splashbacks countered by my cunningly-clever ploy of placing kitchen towels over the proceedings. Smug-Mode Adopted! I have now lost all control over the process, and have to look down to see if things have stopped, as the sensation has also gone. It’s not easy, having to see down and over the mountainous stomach, you know! Oy Gevalt!
Back on the computer, I looked up for things that might be causing my current additional problems. I found out that, it may be a Phosphatidylethanolamine problem. Or not. Phospholipids consist of a hydrophilic (or ‘water-loving‘) head and a hydrophobic (or ‘water-fearing’) tail. Phospholipids like to line up and arrange themselves into two parallel layers, called a phospholipid bilayer. This layer makes up your cell membranes and is critical to a cell’s ability to function. Simple isn’t it? Not a good idea to look things up on the internet, when you are as uneducated and thick as what I am. Hahaha! 
I got the breakfast sorted. The knife had to be sharpened again for it to get through the sourdough bread. 
The thirst and hunger were in need of satisfying.