Sunday 24th March 2019
Esperanto: Dimanĉon 24 Marton 2019
00:00hrs. I woke spot on midnight. No time for the usual morning mind medley, melee and maze today; I was out of the second-hand ci1968 recliner like a seventy-six-year-old and limping to the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket) in minutes! This expulsion was of the LSPWW (Long sharp Painful Wee-wee) mode. Then, I had a summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrive. To which I responded with promptness. Just as well I did because it was a close call, but I made it just in time. The mind meandered off a little as I was typing this: ♫Just in time, I found you just in time, Before you came, my time was running low, I was lost, the losing dice were tossed, My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go, etc.♫
The long evacuation went well; I read some of the Victoria Wood biography. But I clouted my head on the corner of the cabinet as I bent down to retrieve the book I’d dropped! Huh!
Did the Health Checks and took the medications, then made a brew. Off on another Porcelain Throne visit. All okay!
And started to update the Saturday blog…
This was just the start of my computer-internet problems! A Firefox update came in, so I downloaded it. Finished the blog and went to email the link to it.
I could not access my email account, getting this message.
Shit! I panicked a bit, no, a lot. After turning off and on a few times, it was apparent that it was not due to the Virgin going slow? Cannot be repaired! I tried on Google, but the link on there had lost all the contacts, and it was for my other old email account anyway, still no access to the current Email!
I tried WordPress on Google, that was also an old one out of date that had not been updated. The panic grew, now joined by anger and frustration!
After much angst and effort, I found I could open the Google Email, and change log-in and get to my Emails, but I had to use Chrome. Hurrah, I thought!
Then I went to send the link and some photographs to the Pinterest site. Oh, no! I got this screen up, no access to this either on Firefox! Sodding updates!
I tried on Google, I just got a blank screen on there!
Is this problem through Virgin or the Firefox update? Really pissed-off now!
And the Grammarly is not working well at all. Grr!
Might it be a combination of the update and internet, the lights on the Virgin box are still doing a fair bit of flashing on and off?
In a foul mood as well, I started to create this post. I’d not got far when I thought I’d turn everything off and start over again. Naturally having not the foggiest idea if it would work or not, and aware that I just might lose everything… I tried it!
Oh, dearie me, I do feel a clot!
I found out that I had downloaded two of the new copies of Firefox! A new one and the old one that has been updated, I think? Phew!
The relief! I soon myself quietly belting out Dean’s ♫ That’s Amore! ♫, as the Email and Pinterest were all working again!
The wee-weeing continue, each one of the LSPWW style. But, having just sorted out the computer, at last, I was in a good mood, and they did not bother me in the slightest!
After another Porcelain Throne visitation.
I put this third visit down to the chilli and black beans last night, but they tasted so good, and with me still on a high from getting the computer problems sorted all on my own (Smug Mode Adopted!), I was unconcerned about how and where all the evacuation material was coming from. Haha!
With all the hassle and palaver with things this morning, I hadn’t really noticed, or maybe they had just started, but the legs were extremely itchy around the Arthur Itis kees and shins. They felt like something was crawling under the skin?
And, they looked just the opposite of how they did yesterday. Nothing new with this I understand that, but the change in appearance was rather acute. The mangleisation and warpedness had returned to the patellas again? In a way, I was pleased to see they had a bit more colour, but not so keen on it being yellow!
The landline light flashed. It was Sister Jane a calling. She’s doing her best to catch me up on medical appointments I think. At last, she is close to seeing someone about her mangled foot and big toe! Poor gal sounds a bit wary of not having an anaesthetic for the job, she is worried methinks. I hope all goes well for her, and she can get rid of her warpedness. Hehehe! I hope this photo of long lost and much missed Tabsie can cheer her up.
I got a very early nosh sorted out.
Polish Sil sausages, buttered baguettes with sliced tomatoes, a few chips, and an old fashioned pot of custard & jelly. And the medications.
No sooner eaten, and I was off for yet another wee-wee and Porcelain Throne (I’ve lost count of them now) session. If this keeps up, surely I’ll have nothing left to come out? Hehehe! I washed and thought about getting a shave, but decided I was now too tired to bother. I’ll have to get it done in the morning.
Into the kitchen, and almost cried when I saw how damaged and sad the poor tree copse looked. The wind damage had felled some trees, and many branches were hanging off of the trunks.
I got settled down onto the £300 second-hand, old ci1968 rickety recliner, but the mind was not settled. The past, the future, such as it looks, ailments, wee-wees, Throne demands, the axonotmesis, the ever-changing pins (legs), Sister Jane’s foot and toe, Brexit and hpw much longer will earth last before we destroy it, all passed through the brain box.
Then Dizzy Dennis paid me an unexpected visit, only a short few second-attack. Succeeded by another wee-wee demand.
Been an odd sort of day!