Saturday 3rd August 2019
Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 3 Lùnastal 2019
23:30hrs; I woke in need of a wee-wee. The general performance in getting out of the £300, c1968, mind-blowingly crude beige-coloured, rickety recliner, was more comfortable than it has been for months. The ailments must have still been asleep! Haha! So good and pain-free was I, that I didn’t use the stick to get to the grey plastic wee-wee bucket at all!
It felt very nippy this morning. The new unwanted kitchen windows were steamed up inside and moist on the outside? I put the dressing gown on.
I moved the hanging handwashing to the stand-up airer.
However, the body temperature was still very low, I thought, at 34°c. I must mention this on Monday when I go to the surgery for the annual CHD test, the extra CBC and the Lipid assessment test. A Shame that Lipid can’t be quoted in an acronym form, I could have made a hat-trick there! Hahaha!
That got me thinking, where the term hat-trick came from. So I looked it up on Google: The term originated in cricket during 1879, where it refers to three wickets taken by a bowler in three consecutive balls, traditionally rewarded with the presentation of a hat. No charge for this information! Financial Donations gladly accepted, though. Hehehe!
I made a start on the updating of the Friday post. It was a long slog, with the finger ends playing up and not recording anything they touched to the brain! Then…
Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet then decided it would start to die occasionally on me! Progress fluctuated between a dead stop, and frustratingly sluggish! Ah, it’s weekend again! See how clever I was to spot that? Sad really!
I tried doing a defrag on Norton, they now call it a clean-up apparently. It performed this in about three seconds? Then I tried uploading another photo on WordPress. But no luck, it wouldn’t/didn’t have it. Oh, Globstagglefunk!
I tried uploading the photo again. It took it but struggled, and it cost about five minutes to go on.
Hello, the Porcelain Throne beckons. Back in a bit…
I was doing alright, really. With the computer, Virgin Media Internet, no one to socialise with, the leg and arm playing up, and the Throne changes; I feel I’m doing satisfactorily in the megrims and endogenous depression departments. I hope the computer problems don’t get too much and beyond me, that would do me no good!
I was doing well with the aberrancies, instabilities, Whoopsiedangleplops, annoyances and vagaries of the day, I thought.
I made the easiest to cook meal that I could. The vegetarian chilli, and heated the last sourdough bread. Another worrying factor to consider, was, is my abstemiousness for food on the wane?
Half-way through the nosh, I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. A failure, though, all wind. Washed and returned to the meal, the, oh, so too big a bowl of, of Soulful pulled jackfruit, smokey BBQ chilli with beans. ‘A scrumptious chunky chilli with chipotle and pumpkin seeds’ – with the black bean sauce and orange tomatoes that I had added to it. Could this be comfort eating?
I finished the, to me, delectable, delicious, dinner. After I’d washed the pots and took the evening medications, I still felt unsteady, weak, and so tired now.
The odd tap-tapping noise started again. It might have been pipework perhaps?
Off I trudged to the Porcelain Throne once more. Aha! Movement. Sloppy and messy, a little bleeding, and not a lot of evacuated material this time.
A good wash then did the teggies, and back to the second-hand, £300, c1968, horrendous beige-coloured, tatty, rickety recliner, determined to get some sleep.
Huh! I lay there for over an hour or so before the blessed kip arrived. But during this time, the tummy and Anne Gyna both calmed down.
Zzzz!
Your arm needs to go about directing an orchestra when you’re passing wind. At least you would be directing “Classical Gas”. If you practiced, you might be able to get it to sound like this guy: https://youtu.be/J2SLd854SHU. With the way modern hard drives are structured and allocate memory, there should be no need for defragging. Twenty years ago we had to defrag drives quite often, but I haven’t defreagged a drive in years. It seems like you got something out of it, however. Decent looking quick nosh you put together. I hate it when the mind won’t shut down. We need brain defraggers to put the gray matter in order and let us go to some sleep.
Hehe! I can’t get to the link, Tim. The site keeps crashing, a message comes up with an option to reconnect to the site button, but it comes on, and crashes a second later. (Firefox) An option to auto report faults button, I pressed. Many sites are doing this to me this morning. Glug-glump!
I fear the worst.
A great idea for brain defraggers to put the grey matter in order, and let us go to some sleep. Haha!
Not a good morning this end so far. Fingers crossed.
Cheers, Sir.
Now WordPress is crashing!
This might be the end
A new hard drive may be in order. Do you have backups?