Sunday 29th September 2019
Maori: Rātapu 29th Mahuru 2019
01:50hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and lay for a while in the Xyrophobia-suffering 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, no, five-months now), £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, and mused over this and that. After the morning’s usual uncontrollable mind-blasts of fear, worries and concerns had finished, I regained semi-control of the brain and considered a few things that had been nagging away at my grey-cells.
Is the balcony safe? The holes are only small, but bits of concrete or cement have fallen from the roof… I was annoyed at the mail being delivered to Josie’s flat in error, and with her being on holiday it meant the Warfarin INR test results, and the Warfarin Alert wristlet (which only had one in, not two, as paid for) anyway, caused hassle with them not believing me that they had not arrived… but these minor, almost anticipated and expected tribulations were soon forgotten about; when the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived.
Up and out of the recliner with amazing ease this morning, apart from RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) in the knees, and a bit of jerking from the right arm, fingers and shoulder; there was no bother from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Tight Chest Charlie, Haemorrhoid Harold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Karl’s Kidneys, the plastic ticker, Colin Cramp or owt else, which was surreal to me! (Had I died and not noticed? Hehehe!)
En route, I had to use the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) for an SSAO (Short-Sharp-All-Over) wee-wee. I got on the Throne, and that was another ‘Sit, splunge, all-done’ session. The second in a row, which I found almost pleasant after the Colin Constipation of the previous few days. I anticipate that shortly, Diarrhorea Donald will return. Tsk!
I took two snaps quickly, so as to keep the Canon camera from getting damaged in the precipitation. Not good quality, but still.
I got the computer going, and concentrated on getting the Saturday diary update done and dusted. (In between several more wee-wees, all of the SSAO variety) It didn’t take too long this morning, despite the peripheral neuralgia caused hand-shaking and fingers jumping about. There were precious few photographs to go in it.
I went on the Emails next. A lovely one from Jenny, telling me she was going to report the holes in the gallery top for me. Bless her, she is kind to me ♥!
I made another brew, this time Glengettie. Then checked on the Morrison order to see if I’d remembered to get some black bean sauce. Yes, done it. (Smug-Mode-Engaged!)
To the Word-Press Reader section. I then went on the TFZer Facebook site. Many hours, and three more SSAO wee-wees later, I made another mug of tea. And decided for a change, to have some breakfast, but what?
0910hrs: Off to get the ablutions sorted, a lot of shaking from the hands and fingers, so this might well prove an interesting scrub-up session. I got the bandages, antiseptic, after-shave and plasters at hand, ready. Haha!
Back soon, sock-glide permitting. Hehe!
I got on with Josie’s meal, I like to keep to a schedule of delivering it at 12:00hrs each Sunday. Not that she can remember, bless her. Although, when she woke me to hand me wrongly delivered mail last night, I reminded her of today’s nosh and asked if it was alright to bring it at the usual time, midday. She agreed. But that didn’t stop her forgetting and being pleasantly surprised when I arrived with the nosh. I’d made her Tuna with beetroot and mayonnaise, garden peas, tomatoes, sweet lettuce and the famous cheesy potatoes! Hope she enjoys it, and remembers this time, not to return the plate, tray and cutlery today. She might recall I will be in bed this week, I hope. Every week I’ve done her a meal, she’s woke me up! Hehe! Don’t know why I’m laughing? But it’s better than crying, innit.
I found details of the PSA test and levels and emailed the link to Pete and Jane.
Then got on the computer to update this blog… and:
I was about to give up on the computer, too much hassle, it was dead slow. Then:
Not feeling up to much now, not ill-like, just, erm… what’s the word, er… Fragile. Hehehe! I think I’ll get my nosh ready… no, I won’t, I’ll shut everything down and sit down with a cuppa, and pray for sleep!
The Sourdough baguette was not fully cooked, nor the chips either for that matter. I probably shouldn’t have, but I ate some of the Cumberland sausage Sourdough baguette sarnies. I hope eating them doesn’t come back at me with a vengeance innards-wise later. Oh, heck!
I got the pots washed and took the medications with me back to the recliner. Frustratingly, sleep did not come. I turned on the TV, and in a short time, was back in my beloved comatose state, dreaming happily, of a past love…
It was still lightish outside, this made me think about checking on the clock-changing times in the morning. Which I did. The clocks go back at 2.00am on 27 October 2019 – for future reference, it always takes place on the last Sunday in October. This signals the end of BST, or Daylight Saving Time (DST) and means the UK will revert to Greenwich Mean Time) I wonder why after so many years, I have to keep checking every time? Perhaps, dotage, caducity, degeneration, senility, senescence, enfeeblement or just waiting and coffin-seeking in the latter part of animate life? (Hahaha!)
Head down yet again, this time, the blessed long-awaited slumber was achieved!
At-long-last!
A rooftop natter would be a fun thing for you two. Cornflaked the kitchen floor? That would make a nice “snap, crackle and pop”. Although, I think that was Rice Krispies or something like that. But you needed milk to turn them on. Milk and cornflakes on the floor would be a nasty mess to clean up. You change your clocks a week before we do. Ours changes at 2:00 AM November 3rd, two hours after Dia de los Muertos ends. I hope your dinner doesn’t give your stomach too much trouble.
Hi, Tim.
I can’t see Josie being interested somehow, mate. A distinct lack of response when I suggested it to her, but still, she might agree later!
It was all part of my cunning plan really, the cornflakes on the floor. Next time I fall over in the kitchen, there will be fodder available for me to nibble, when I can’t get back up again, and wait for help to arrive. Hehehe!
Oh, yes, the “snap, crackle and pop” was from the Rice Krispies commercial, Tim! I remember it, in black & white, of course. Haha!
I had to look up Dia de Los Muertos, Sir. Creation of altars to remember the dead, traditional dishes for the Day of the Dead. I like it!
Thanks, TTFNski Sir.
Día de los Muertos is becoming more commonly observed in Hispanic parts of the US, as are other Mexican holidays. Malcolm Lowry’s book UNDER THE VOLCANO, a boozy book that takes a will to read I tell you, takes place on Día de los Muertes, November 2, 1938. By the time I got half way through it, I wished I were dead. LOL! Not an easy read. https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Under_the_Volcano
Having had a peek, I don’t think I’ll have the time to start another book, book, Hahaha!
I wonder if it (the practise) will reach Europe soon?
I doubt it. As for the book…I wouldn’t read it unless you enjoy self indulgent twaddle, a characteristic of the writer’s…!
Thank’s for the tip!