Friday 29th March 2019
Croatian: Petak, 29. ožujka 2019
23:45hrs. I stirred reluctantly. I remain irked about how things have been going, or not going, whichever way one looks at it. The being messed around with the leg ulcer for nine-weeks before getting it looked at, then the absurd mess over the leg-glide and socks, all my walking to the chemists, clinic, and Doctors, only to be told different things from all of them… I’m waffling again ain’t I? Sorry!
No signs of wee-weeing or Porcelain Throne duties being needed yet. Very odd! Even stranger, I dismounted the £300 ci1968 second-hand
I got the bowl filled with hot water to soak the plate from last night’s meal. Then, begun computerisationalising, remembering to sort out what went wrong with my failing (I’m getting good at this nowadays) to send an Inchcock link to Jane and Pete. Then got on with updating yesterdays blog, and sent it off to WordPress.
Then I made the first mug of tea of the day around 0130hrs. I took the medications.
As I started to create this page, a wee-wee was needed, and by the time I got in the wet room, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. At least I thought it did! The wee-wee was of the unsatisfactory DTAAO (Dribble, tinkle, and all over) style. Constipation Conrad ensured the rear evacuation contained only wind and pith, no matter how obnixely I tried to move things along.
I went on Facebook to update the photo albums and visit the TFZ site.
I checked the hot water tap, it was warming up a bit now. Enough to get the ablutions done at last.
Took bags to the rubbish chute on the way out and a white sack of recyclables. As I meandered along Chestnut Way, I took some photos of the complex.
I plodded on to the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Flats, Oberstgruppenführer Wardens Temporary HQ, Toilet, Sarcasm & Insult distribution area, Rumourmongering Clinic. Tenants Socialisation Shed. Plotting conspiracy and intrigue creation studio, Telling Inchcock off Zone. Things like china, mugs and pottery to be stolen from, and residents escape committee cabin.
There was an undercurrent/atmosphere of habrobaniacalness that lingered for some reason and brought a suspiration from my
Slightly dispirited, I made my way back to Woodthorpe Court.
I took a snap of the far end of Woodthorpe Court, at the front corner. I can’t recall why I took this photo, now. Oy Vey!
Notice on the wall spotted. For tomorrow morning, from the Winwood Heights Community Group. They had arranged for some cheap food for us. That was kind of them!
Brother-in-law Pete (I think it was) rang on the landline. The line was awful, and I lost the signal after a few moments. I was ringing Pete to check if it had indeed been him calling, and the landline light lit up again. It was Sister Jane, the same reception, I lost connection. A few moments later it chirped into life once more. This time I could hear what Jane was saying. They would be arriving in ten-fifteen minutes.
We plodded up to the flat chinwagging as we went. Into the flat and more chatting ensued. Made them a brew with some biscuits (chocolate coated, of course!). Pete did a tour of the flat, investigating anything mechanical he could find. Hehe!
Jane showed me some graphs from the doctors on the procedure she is to have on her mangled toes (At last!) They are to put metal pins in her big, and something to try and force her other bent toe back in place. They told her when she returns home, she must not move at all for four days! Well, I hope things work out, and she can get a rest for a change. It can’t be easy for them going to football matches, cinemas, restaurants, night clubs, theatres and opening nights all the time. Hahaha! I can only recall her telling-me-off or to do something three-times! I hope she is alright! Hahaha!
They left with their bag of nibbles and treats, and kindly didn’t mind me not going all the way down with them to see them out, I left them at the lift. Bless em. Despite not feeling on top form and ready for bed, I really enjoyed their visitation. Thanks Jane and Pete ♥
I updated this blog for a couple of hours, then got the nosh on. I’m having the vegetable chilli with aded black bean sauce again. In the hope that this will encourage some movement from the rear-end.
I took the medications, with another Senna, in support of the meal. Haha! Will this help me defeat Constipation Conrad?
The vegetarain chilli, looked, smelt and tasted delicious, but for some reason I left most of it, just could’t eat any more.
I imagine that not having had a Porcelain Throne evacuation for so long, there just wasn’t room for it? Hehe! Note that the wonderful Aldi part-baked sourdough baguette did get fully consumed? Haha!
My plans to watch some TV, came to end within five-minutes of starting to watch ‘Pie in the Sky’.
Zzzz!
That chilli should help with the constipationalization. I eat hot green and red chiles every day. They are a good source of vitamins, burn out most things that might make me ill, and they keep me regular. I wouldn’t put it past some of the spirits slipping out of your flat and pilfering Deana’s cup. But a lot of people are around your buildings, it’s not as easy to blame it on the ghosts. I hope they can fix Jane’s toes.
Cheers, Tim.
I reckon I had eight fruitful visits to the Throne on Saturday.
Talk about reversal!
I reckon my ghosts must be alien ones. Hehe!
TTFN Sir.