Thursday 5th September 2019
Croatian: Četvrtak, 6. Rujna 2019. godine
01:30hrs: I woke up, and had a feel around at the ailments to see what’s what. Only Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were of any real bother. The hands, fingers, arm, leg and shoulder all seemed to be in a none-playing-up mood. Haha!
The need for a wee-wee developed, and I discovered I had not brought the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) into the recliner room! So, obviously I must not have needed it during the night, a rare occurrence that.
So, I lumbered my volumingargantuan stomached body from Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in hospital, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, recliner. I surprisingly comfortably hobbled to the kitchen to utilise the bucket… and found it half-filled! (I don’t know!) The following ELPSOA (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-Allover) mode of wee-wee, almost caught me out with its ferocity! It actually wore me out by the time it had finished flowing! Tsk!
I took the medications. The handwashing was moved onto the warm-airer. As I turned on the computer, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room I poddled. And what an improved evacuation this one was. Slightly messy, no pain or bleeding whatsoever, exceptional, first-rate! I washed up, and returned to the computer, determined to get the updating done early. As I began… !
Well, who’d’ve to thunk it! Virgin Media was going down. Still mustn’t complain, it’s not lost its signal since yesterday! That wealth-seeking overpaid Mr Fries, the Gillie-wet-foot and liar, needs talking to about the reputation, dishonour, disrepute, and disgrace that the hated Virgin Media is being credited with here in Nottingham! Or maybe not, he still gets paid millions of dollars, bonuses and expenses, despite his failure to provide any internet service, beyond crap and pathetic! Bothered? Me?
I tried resetting, no luck. So, I took the opportunity to make another brew, check the washing and have another session on the Porcelain Throne.
Oh, what a heck of a change this time! Messy in the extreme, bleeding from the haemorrhoids and about as painful as is possible. Grumph!
And, to follow, a wee-wee that needs a new acronym! An AUMSOBO (An-Uncomfortable-Marathon-Session-Of-Blasting-Out) wee-wee!
And then, I found that Little Inchies fungal-lesion was bleeding too! By the time I got things cleaned up, medicated and myself back to the computer, I reckon about half-an-hour had gone by! Argh!
My concentration was shot, but the internet had come back online at least! I gave it a few minutes thought and went to make a brew, to try and unwind a bit.
I decided to take two pictures of roughly the same spot on the kitchen window’s wide thick and view & light blocking frame.
I did try with both the Canon and Nikon, to take a panoramic (I think that is what the ‘P’ setting is for) shot, but the hands and fingers were starting to kick off, and I failed on several occasions. Not that it bothered me too much, its the RAT (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in both knees and one elbow, that’s the worst thing this morning.
Still, a change is as good as a rest, some idiot said. The ever-changing wee-wees and rear-end evacuations make for an exciting everyday guessing-game pleasure. Hahaha!
The photo on the left was done on the Canon, and the right one, with the Nikon, both on the ‘P’ setting.
At long last, I got on with the updating of the Wednesday blog. It took far too long, with the fingers losing senses to though. There were some poorly-taken photographs that needed to be tweaked before I could use them. A couple, I couldn’t improve on though, so they went in as they were. A touch of a disappointment that. But still, I got it finished in the end. Weariness-Mode-Adopted!
I did find the one I took of Tim Price’s building to be of interest. I compare it here, with how it looked many years ago, on the photo I took from the web. It looks like he’s rebuilt it now, with some of his artwork on the exterior wall? Hehe!
I wondered if the van far right up the Stoney Street. Surely not, after all the years between the taking of the photographs that have past?
An office at the end on the left up Stoney Street, on the corner of Plumtre Street, is where I had my qualifying tests for a job at UPS, for their first site in England. This is where they declared me to have the highest ever level of EQ, they had had, anywhere in the world. Which I didn’t know how to react to until I got home and looked up what EQ was. Hehe! I didn’t pass the test, though or get a proper interview! I recall on the print out afterwards, they recommended my most suitable job to apply for, would be as a Police Officer! Nobody noticed at the time, the minimum height for applicants was six-foot, or, that I was 5’3″ tall! Ah, happy memories were stirred.
I got into the idea of time-lapse photos and had search for any similar ones in my Winwood Heights album. I came up with these. Yesterday, and a year and a month ago.
I made up an Ocado order. Not that I needed anything, but no one else sells the delicious brown tomatoes, or the Glengettie Gold teabags or the soft pickled beetroots in balsamic vinegar, so I ordered a couple of each in the process.
Sister Jane rang, and we had a good natter. She told me not to order anything else online.
A sad Dizzy Dennis visit and I seem to have lost hours. No idea what I was up to, but must have fallen asleep, because I woke up in the recliner, around 19:00hrs, confused and feeling light-headed.
Had a wee-wee, and struggled to keep upright while taking it. I got seated, and soon nodded-off again.
Then, I slept for a further 6.5hrs!