Inchcock – Friday 27th September 2019: A betterer day, today, all around!

2019 Sept 27

2019 Sept 27

Friday 27th September 2019

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 27ain Medi 2019

5Fri02

02:15hrs: I woke up, still feeling sleepy, but the need for the Porcelain Throne, forced me to rise, hobble, wobble, and with Arthur Itis allowing me some considerable pain in the knees, I visited the wet room. Got settled and the crossword book and pen handly placed, but not needed. The evacuation was messy but swift, and lengthy. No blood or pain, a decent start to the day!

That out of the way, I made for the kitchen, took the medications, made a brew, and went to get the computer on. The humming, droning noise was still with us. Humph! I don’t know how any tenants with decent hearing go on with it, must drive them mad! Poor things. There was still much wind in the innards, bubbling and brewing, the occasional involuntary burst of escaping wind was suffered.

WDPright04WD 128.0.128N I’d forgot to take the mug with me, and by the time I’d remembered and gone to fetch it from the kitchen, it was well-cold. So I made another. While doing so, one of the most fantastic bits of timing caused me to burst out loud with laughter! I’ll try to explain, but you had to be there to fully appreciate how hilarious it was. I’d just put the open packet of Assam tea bags down on top of the Yorkshire tea bag box, and the walking stick slipped off of the counter edge I’d left it leaning on… I bent down to retrieve it, and possibly the loudest most vicious escape of wind I’ve ever had came bursting forth… at that very second, the Assam tea bag box fell to the floor! Hehehe! It really looked like the power of the fluffer-doodle had caused it to move! Even struggling to pick-up the tea bags, and I was still smiling at what had just happened! A Whoopsiedangleplop, but one of the most entertaining type!

4Thu17I got on with the updating of the Thursday post. It took me seemingly an eternity to get finished, with all the photographs and incidents of the day to doctor, sort and record. But the right hand, finger and leg were all behaving in a civilised manner. I found this picture on the right in the SD card. A mystery to me is why I took it in the first place. It might have been an accidental shaking-hand shot? Mmm!

The shoulder was jerking and dancing away for hours on the trot, in fact later, when it stopped jumping about, it felt sore! But this, I can cope with comfortably enough. Depends on the frame of mind I’m in at the time, I think.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N The ablutionising went well, again, dropsies-wise. Only the odd one here and there. The only incident worth mentioning was the dreaded, feared, injury-causing Sock-Glide battle; which was made so much worse by my decision to wear the extra-long bamboo socks today. It’s possible that this daily-battle with the footwear putting-on, took longer than wee-weeing, teeth cleaning, shaving, showering, drying-off, and cleaning the wet room did all together! Hehe!

5Fri007cI assembled the needs of the day, took the waste bags to the chute, and called at Jenny’s with the nibbles. It was a little early, so I left them outside Jen and Franks door in a carrier.

As I got down the lift and along the link-corridor to Winwood Court, the drizzle stopped altogether, and the sunshine came through, to help cheer me up. I called in the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Holding-Cell and Office and produced the nibble-bag.

Then as Mary arrived, I joined her, and we went outside to the bus stop. There was much ribaldry, moaning, complaining, laughter, indecorousness, chicanery and sarcasm bandied about. All in good humour, off course.

The bus was soon packed, with Mary and I on the side-saddle seats with our three-wheeler trolleys. Which didn’t make us very popular when others got on the bus, as they struggled to get by us and the guides taking up the space of a seat. I mentioned en route to Mary, that I was going to get some of the large potatoes from Arnold Market, and the bacon-seasoned fries from Asda, she seemed to like the idea of the chips.

We dropped off in Arnold and hobbled to the market place. Where I got some potatoes, and Mary bought something as well, tomatoes I think. We ambled along towards the Asda (Walmart) store, and I nipped into the Saver store, to get yet another bottle of the cheapo drain-unblocker (Still costing a fortune, unblocking the wet room sink every day!) Mary said she’d wait outside. I nipped in and got the bottle, paid, then back out.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N But Mary was not there! I looked in the shop and up and down the road outside, but she had disappeared! (It always happens to me!) People tend to do this a lot with me. Just vanish, sometimes when I’m talking to them they do it! Hehehe!

5Fri004I kept an eye out for Mary as I limped along to the Asda shop, but no luck in finding the gal. Tsk!

Outside the store, this chained up handsome dog, looked so depressed, as he or she, waited for the owner to return. My heart went out for the animal. But he’ll cheer up when his owner returns. Ah!

5Fri005I spent a while shopping inside, still keeping a bead out for Mary. I got to the self-serve tills and paid for the shopping, which consisted of, two bags of Bacon Fries (One for Mary to try), Uncle Ben’s Mushroom rice, a sliced milk roll loaf of bread, some cooked meats, and a pack of tomatoes. Packed them away, and out again, in search of Mary.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N Then, I found this photograph on the right later, on my SD card. Another mystery shot from the old Nottinghamian failed photographer! I analysed what detail is available in it… (Sherlock Holmes might be jealous of this, Hahaha!) It looks to me that it may have been accidentally snapped while I was putting the camera away when I took the link-passage photo. For in the background, it looks like paving stones, like the ones outside in the sitting bench area? Or not! Hehe! How it became stored here in the list? Well… I don’t know!

5Fri006WDPleftWD 128.0.128N This Herbert of an ignorant, uncaring Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist, was playing on his mobile and leaning up again a lamp standard, giving out threatening stares and glares at everyone who passed by. I’d have loved to ask him to move so as not to block the pavement pedestrians way… But thought better of it. Had I spoke to him, it may not have turned out well for me, physically and medically! Big chap! Is it signing on day, today?

5Fri007No sign of Mary, so I limped along to the Fulton Food store to have a search for any bargains they might have.

I found the yhad some cooked beef bits, at £1-20. They looked well-cooked, just how I like beef to be. So, I grabbed it and went to the checkout. A long queue was waited in, and it grew longer and longer. When it came to my turn… Humph!

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N I did feel a right fool! I dipped into the back pocket, and there was no money! I had to search all my pockets to find enough cash to pay the irritated with my faffing-about, lady. The tuts and mutterings from those behind me grew louder! Red-faced, I paid, offered my apologies to those behind, almost withered by the looks of hatred I got in return, I hobbled out of the shop ASAP! Oh, dearie me! Oy Vey!

Back across the road to the bus stop, and there was Mary, sat in the shelter! Apparently, she’s had second thoughts earlier on at the Saver shop, and had followed me in. But she could not find me when she got out. Then she went to Asda, and we kept missing each other on our way around the store shopping. Haha! The good thing is, she said she could not find the bacon fries, so I was doubly glad at getting her a bag of them and handed it over, putting it in her trolley bag.

6Sat22We had a good natter on the bus back. Again, we were not too popular with our trolleys blocking peoples way on and off of the bus, en route.

The rain was very-heavy on the ride home, but timing it perfectly, it reduced to a trickle as we got off of the bus. We walked in through Winchester Court and Winwood Court to the foyer area, and then along the link to Woodthorpe Court, and home.

We parted way in the lift, as Mary got off on the first floor.

5Fri08I got the fodder out of the bags and stored away.

I decided, that as the roast beef chunks were short-dated, I’d have them as part of the nosh tonight. (Well, afternoon)

First things first, though, the hand-washing was done. Those extra-long above-the-knee bamboo socks will be devils to dry off. But they are so comfortable, it’s worth the effort. Got it all done, and hung up to drip dry over the sink.

5Fri10I got a few bacon flavour fries in the oven and made up some Roast beef and sliced tomato sarnies from the milk roll bread. A Dagwood style sandwich as the Americans would say. Mixed leaves, a sliced apple and the fries added to the plate. This nosh went down very well! A Flavour-Rating of 9.2/10, delicious! Even if I couldn’t eat it all, I came close though! Haha!

I took the medications, did the physio jerks, and got down in the recliner, with high hopes of getting some sleep.

WDPrightWD 128.0.128N I actually nodded off within ten-minutes… But, woke in need of the Porcelain throne a little later. Ah, well! Off to the wet room… to find that I had left the heater on in there! Got settled down for the evacuations, and Ergh! Plopping noises and all over in seconds! Most annoying! A lot of cleaning up and antisepticalisationing was needed afterwards! I returned to the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and 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, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. Only to feel unsure, if I had or had not turned off the wall heater! Yes, back up and to the wet room again! I had turned it off.

WDPleftWD 128.0.128N Back to the recliner, and got the head down, and… the need for a wee-wee arose. I believe I may have silently used some naughty curse words at this stage! Out and up yet again (I needn’t have done the physio exercise, Humph!), and off to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) What a change this time! A shocking SELHLNS (Sharp-Extra-Long-Hosepipe-Like-No-Sensation) wee-wee! I thought I might blast the bucket from my grip! Where the hell did that come from! Cor Blimey!

Eventually, sleep did come, but disappointingly late on, after all the kerfuffles. Grumph!

2 thoughts on “Inchcock – Friday 27th September 2019: A betterer day, today, all around!

  1. That’s funny you and Mary lost each other. Seems neither of you move very fast. But with big bloke pavement cyclists and other impatient shoppers out and about, I could see how it would be quite easy tp loose each other. That’s a really classic looking Dagwood sandwich you assembled. Great looking A grade meal. As far as the boduly functions go, we can borrow from the old Alka-seltzer jingle “Plop plop. Whizz whizz. Oh what a relief it is!”

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    • Thanks, Tim. Mary is a nippy mover, but she usually slows down for me to keep up, bless her!
      Dagwood sarnies like these, I like. Mmm!
      I can’t recall the advert jingle, Tim. I looked it uo, though.

      Hahaha!
      TTFNski

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