Sunday 3rd March 2019

Samoan: Aso Sa 3 Mati 2019

01:00hrs. I reluctantly woke. Finding no signs of nocturnal nibbling,  Knobbly-Knee Neil still in position, and the Emergency Grey Plastic Bucket was unused, I cheered up instantly and exponentially! A great start to the morning, I thought! 

I removed my cumbersome, almost obrumpent, stomach-ladened frail body out of the £300 second-hand, ci. 1968 rickety, rusty recliner. With foolish thoughts of the whereabouts of my missing pre-owned £2 wristwatch that I’d misplaced.

I had a wee-wee, and commenced yet another ferreting and rummaging around searching-session for the much-missed, bargain watch. I already must have looked in most places, yet tried many of them again, but without any success! Finally. I gave up looking, so annoyed with myself for losing it! Shlump!

The ailments seemed in a good mood for me. I got the Health Checks done.

The Sys had shot up again.

I opened the unwanted new window to take this photo of the morning view.

I was well pleased with how it came out, but for some reason, it started off the old brain-storming with its wandering, variable, totally unrelated meanderings. They did not make any sense to me, so no point in revealing their crassness and illogicality. Oh, all right then! The things I remember going through the mangle in my brain were; The massive reduction in the size of the police service, and immigration. Pavement cyclists, the decrease in the size of products on sale, aliens, (Are there any, will they visit). The imminent return of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the flat, the end of the world, terrorism, will the EU collapse, why are politicians liars and dishonest cheats (although I already know this, it is because we let them get away with it), and how can anyone not like Marmite?

Off to the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. Messy evacuation again, but Little Inchies fungal lesion had been bleeding a lot less last night.

The knotty, gnarly, protuberant knees and legs had changed in their appearance again. And for some reason or other, the colour had returned to the flesh, and the hands too! Having said this, on my next inspection when I was changing into the trousers later, they had gone back to their pale-bloodless-mode again? No wonder I get confused!

I made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. Which was a mammoth session with all the pictures I’d taken in town to go on it. I think it was about 06:00hrs by the time I got it all done and posted off.

I made a mug of tea, and began this post going.

Got as far as here, and made a pot of Sharwood’s Sweet & Sour Noodle for breakfast.

Went on TFZer Facebooking. Then tried to concentrate on catching up with the blog template headers.

Having stopped work on the graphics, I went to make another mug of tea. And discovered I had left the hot tap (faucet) running. I was irate with myself, swore at me, and felt such a fool!

The rain was falling.

Back to computing.

Sister Jane rang. She was preparing her dinner and the line connection was very poor. Shame really, cause I’m not sure what it was that she was telling me off about. Hehehe! Bless her.

Back to the computing of the graphic headers. Got the Health Checks done.

Apart from dropping the dessert on the floor (Tsk!), the meal was very good.

Stewed steak in gravy and roast potatoes, with the juice being soaked up with some hot part-baked baguettes from the oven. A worthy 9/10 flavour rating.

The washing up took ages, during which I dropped and broke the vinegar sprinkler. Is there no hope for me? Huh!

The weariness and fatigue overcame me then. I put on the TV, but all I could do was sit with the mind chafing-away at me with defeatism, self-doubts, self-recriminations, pathetic self-pity, guilt-ridden, rueful, self-doubt, timidity and uncertainty.

I have no idea what was on the goggle-box, the mind ruled my concentration and tortured me, until I eventually fell asleep very early, even for me.

Hey-ho!

TTFN.