Wednesday 7th August 2019
Welsh: Dydd Mercher 7fed Awst 2019
01:35hrs. As I woke and felt the storm of words forming, to trample me with worries, problems and the futility of life, in my twisted brain – I was saved the torment by a sudden urge to use the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket). It looked like I had only used it once overnight. And this effort of the SGSS (Short-Gently-Sprinkling-Spraying) variety, added very little to it. I noticed how the pins (legs), were looking terribly thin this morning. A few vague memories lingered about a dream I’dben having, but nothing concrete.
I washed the grey bucket, myself then got the handwashing that was hanging up drying from last night, onto the stand-up airer. I kept jiggling the socks around, as usual, to get them to dry evenly. There’s quite a skill in doing this, I’m getting better all the time. Well, when I remember to do it. Haha!
I visited the Porcelain Throne. Another hard job, but not so painful this time. I washed the dandies and went to make a mug of Glengettie tea. Took the medications. As I was doing this, I became aware that the leg had done no dancing whatsoever, the finger-end had not caused me to drop a single thing! No darting out of the right arm. Only the shoulder was doing its twitching a bit. Great stuff! Plus, not Whoopsiedangleplops pr Accifauxpas… mind you, the shaving, teeth and daily conflict with the sock-glide might put paid to this period of relief and joy. Hehehe!
I got on the computer and finalised the updating, then posted it off! All done, in about two hours! Brilliant start to the day!
I poddled out on the balcony and took a shot of Chestnut Way, below. An eerie picture, I thought. It was drizzling a bit and wasn’t too warm. I made sure I shut the sliding door as I came back inside. I even avoided the metal spring clip opener from gnashing any flesh. Oh, yes! But these things are concerning me. It’s not natural for me, no Fauxpas or Whoopsiedangleplops! Then a photo out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window.
I did some template graphicalisation work on CorelDraw.
0745hrs: As I started to worry about the Morrison order being late, I heard some thunderous metallic clanging noises, as if metal sheets had been dropped somewhere? I had the CCTV on. So as to look for the Morrison driver, Gohar’s (they put the driver’s name on their email) arrival. But searching for the source of the mystery noises, I missed him and heard the intercom – so it was a good thing I was in the hallway at the time. More good luck, I can’t take much more of this! Hahaha!
The young man dropped off the carriers inside the door for me. He offered to take them through to the kitchen, but he was already late, so I declined the kind offer. Gave him last weeks carriers back, and off he went.
I made another brew and got the garden peas shelled and into a saucepan in water and demerara sugar. I had to get down and empty and rearrange the freezer contents to get the new stuff in. Well, they had the Walls sausages at 50p off, and the triple-fried chips with 45p off! While I was shelling the peas, I know for sure, that at least eight peas were dropped or shot off somewhere. I only found two of them. Hey-Ho!
I decided that today, I would have the slightly aged ribs I found in the fridge, with some rice with BBQ flavouring, might put some hoisin sauce it with it, as well as some garden peas. The ribs looked very pink and had been in the freezer for ages, so I assume they would have been part-thawed from the time the geniuses who were doing the water sprinkler prep work, managed to blow all my power. I had to wait over eight hours for it to be put back on again. So now, typing this, I think I’ve changed my mind about risking eating the ribs. I won’t, I’ll throw then away now, so as not to be tempted. Back in a while.
Back to completing the graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw. This took me hours just to get enough Headers and Thought graphics for three days. But oddly, this didn’t bother me. What’s going on today? Have I gone loco? Contended? Me?
I got the meal chips cooking and warmed up the peas in the pan.
I went to check on the drier, and found a note had been posted through the letterbox. “Nottingham City Homes – Fire Alarm Test. Back in 6 months.” This concerned me a little. Had they not tried ringing at least one of the two door chimes outside. I do recall a lot of banging and clanging going on all around me, at the time they said they called? I checked the door chimes – both working fine! Mmm?
And the results from the INR Warfarin Anticoagulation Haemostasis Deep Vein Arterial Thrombosis Clinic. (I just love this name! Hehe!) With the best ever results! INR 3.3! Fantastic! So, no blood-giving next week, the next one is for Monday 19th August. Awaiting confirmation of either nurse or clinic to take the sample. But it will not arrive, I’m sure. It’ll mean staying in for the day again, just in case.
I moved the special tomatoes I had left, to a cooler spot for storing. The larger one is an Amaranth (reddish-rose) colour one, which I ate and enjoyed with the nosh.
The yellow mini and plum-shaped ones, did not taste too good, slightly bitter really, But, if I let them ripen a little, the taste may improve. The Mini ones are tangy but not sour tasting.
The rather large meal was prepped and served up. Bacon flavoured Asda (Walmart) chips, crispy smoked streaky bacon, mini-cucumber slices, pork and cheese mini pork pie, slices of apple, tomatoes (including sliced Brandywine Pink), diced beetroot with onion, a Bacon filled brown Stottie, followed by a very naughty but delicious Limoncello! Rating: 9/10!
Washed the pots, and got the handwashing in soak.
Well, I settled down and pondered over the day, the almost Whoopsiedangleplop-free, Accifauxpas-free, No Ulnar nerve palsy dancing from the leg. No arm-shooting out! No toe stubbing. No falling, or tripping over, or walking into anything! No dizzy-spells. The Porcelain Throne evacuations were less bother and pain! No medical mayhem! What can I say? A fantastic day for me!
No nasty EQ warning messages of me going to pay for this later, either! Worrying!