Inchcock Today – Tuesday 31st December 2019: A better year, I hope! Tsk!

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Tuesday 31st December 2019

Esperanto: Marde 31 Decembron 2019

01Dec 31

 23:40hrs: I woke up, again without the immediate need for the Porcelain Throne! That’s two mornings on the trot now.

WDP 20194BI clambered to free my blubbery roly-poly bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured recliner. I had to appreciate the lack of attention from Anne Gyna, Reflux Roger, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis and Duodenal Donald. My balance was a bit off, and the autonomic nerves missing signals to send to the brain, were, I reckon the chief culprits for this. But the finger-ends were not too bad at all, sensitivity-wise. So I moved into a sort of semi-contented but with reservations mode.

WDP 003lWD 60.25.0 Grabbed the stick and went to the kitchen. Oh, dearie me! I soon spotted some bits of glass that I had missed in my so-called cleaning up from the Whooposiedangleplop last night. So, I thought I’d better get them up straight away, for fear of treading on any, with the blood so thin. The floor needed mopping as well, but that can wait.

I got the kettle on, took the medications, oiled the ear-holes, and made a brew. Had a wee-wee, that came out as another LHNPOS (Long-Hosepipelike-No-Pain-Or-Sensation) variety. Please read the comment from Tim Price, on yesterday’s post, it’s clever witty and brilliant!

I pressed on with the updating of the Monday blog. No dizzy Dennis visits, but the finger-ends played up a little. But Saccades Sandra was in a good mood with me. It still took me longer than I had hoped. I got it finished and sent off, though. Went on the WordPress Reader, a lot on there today. Then sent some snaps to Pinterest. Next, onto my favourite, the TFZer Facebooking.

It was now time to get the Ablutions done. Gives me time to get ready for the Morrison Delivery that is coming after 06:30 hours. I stripped off and got the handwashing done before going in the shower. Again, it was done, wrung and hung to start drying. The right hand and arm were a bit painful after doing the washing.

Off to the wet room. Things went well for a change. Only a few dropsies. No shaving cuts! The sock-glide battle was won without any injuries (Oh yes!), and no bleeding at all from Little Inchies fungal lesion! Swank-Mode engaged! That was until it came to my getting dressed.

2Tue02aWDP 10R03RWD 60.25.0 I noticed that the legs looked a little pale, blotchy and dodgy, so went to fetch the camera to take this photographicalisation of the pins. I took the shot, and running around with nothing on, took the camera back. But could I find the lens cap? No! I spent a good while searching both the front room and the wet-room, without any luck. This was especially galling and harrowing, cause I did the same the other day! I had to give up the hunt, and get dressed and ready things for the Morrison delivery. Of course, I kept an eye out for the cap. I felt sure I’m left it somewhere I thought was visible and in plain view? Humph! 

I got the ‘Man’s Eau de Toilette’ spray squirted under my arms. (I’m hoping Nurse Christina will call today, and be at my mercy… well, alright, sorry! I can dream, can’t I?) Hah-har! I was giving some almost severe thoughts to mopping the kitchen floor, and the intercom light flashed. It was the Morrison delivery arriving.

2Tue03WD 60.25.0 They had made some substitutes again! Still, they didn’t bother me too much. But their hiding of the cost of the ordered items initially, meant I didn’t know if the substitutes were cheaper or dearer? Most disconcerting!

I got the things packed away. I believe it can be said that I now have full cupboards and fridge! Ahem!

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2Tue02WDP 003hWD 60.25.0 I got it all stashed away, and went to the computer room. Where, I found the flaming lens cover – as I said, in plain view! Right on top of a nibble-pot of flaky pastry fingers! Oh, I do feel a right ‘nana, a fool, nae, an imbecile! Nae, a right pillock!

I got on with starting this blog off. At 10:00hrs, I began to wonder if it will be Angel nurse Christina calling. What time will she or someone else arrive?

WDP 02aLBlow me down, Christina arrived as I was typing this! We had a natter while she took my blood, and I had control certain emotions and body-parts. Handed her some nibbles for the new year. We exchanged the platitudes and New Year wishes, she smiled, I melted, and off she went.

Too late for me to get the 10:30hrs bus. So, I decided to go down with the old and new phones (Mobiles) to see if Deana can sort out the SD card swapping for me. Then go to get some cleaning stuff from Wilko in Sherwood.

I met Roger in the lift lobby, we had a moan between us. I got to the ILC’s Warden Holding Cell office, and the new gal and Julie were in, but Deana wasn’t. I explained my problem, and the new Wardeness soon got the mobiles and sorted them for me. Bless her!

2Tue17All done too quick for me to learn anything, but I now have an ordinary mobile, with a battery that lasts for longer than six hours! An old Nokia. Gone is the ever bleeping internet that I didn’t use.

Thanks to the gal.

2Tue04aHanded a few nibbles out, and set off on a hobble to Sherwood. It was a bit nippy out there, and not a lot of folks about. 

I pressed on with the three-wheel-guide with its bad brakes and over-eager inclinations to tip over. Down Winchester Street to Mansfield Road. With Dizzy Dennis showing himself a few times, which is not unusual for me when going downhill.

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I had a mosey up to the Wilko store and got the cleaning things I needed. Ylang & Freesia wash capsules and fabric conditioner. Liquid soapflakes and some peanuts. Paid the £9.85 bill, and by the time I got outside, there was no time to go as planned, to the Charity shops to look for a replacement long-coat (The current one I was wearing, has a nasty ever-increasing is size slit in it. Tsk!) Else I would miss the bus back up the hill. I poddled up to the bus shelter.

I thought for a moment that the bus shelter might have been being used as a morgue? My, ‘Hello’ to the other waiting passengers didn’t even get a scowl back from any of them, nothing, no response at all. Had I died, and no one had told me? Had they kicked the bucket? Hehehe!

On the L9, natter with a lady already on the bus en route, and we were soon back at the flats. The uneasiness, nae, oddness continued on my way through Winchester lobby, link route to Winwood Court and the passageway to Woodthorpe Court. I gave a ‘Good afternoons’, and a few ‘How are you’s’ out on the way, but got blanked, and few furrowed brows? Had I morphed into an alien?

2Tue11Up in the elevator, and still, no wee-wee or Porcelain Throne demands were called for were needed when I got in the flat?

WD 60.25.0 While getting the nosh prepared, a mist came down. I opened the light & view-blocking new window to take this shot, as Dizzy Dennis gave me a battering! But it was a short sharp one that didn’t bother me too much. He’s (Dizzy Dennis) has been a lot worse recently. So, no complaints… yet!

I’d bought the Smoked Haddock fillet with West Country Cheddar Centre fishcakes to try, expensive, but horrible they were! Well, that’s not true, perhaps Nothing Special and certainly unfishy tasting is a more apt description.

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The chips, garden peas with demerara sugar added, beetroots and sea-salted tomato milk roll sarnies, and caramelised pickled red onions made up for the crap, ‘The Best’? Morrison’s bland fishcakes. I’ve got another two in the fridge, Tsk! Maybe Josie would 2Tue18like to try them on Sunday, they have a use-by date of 6th January? A flavour-rating of 7/10.

Taking the things to be washed-up, I dropped the fork from the tray, when I got down on all fours to retrieve it, I spotted the long-missing Quatermass BBC TV DVD, underneath the cabinet. Ah, thought I, I’ll watch this one now!

WD 60.25.0 Although I had to get back up on my feet first! Tsk! I got the pots washed and got around to settling down early to watch one of the Quatermass series. I love the music on them. I stayed awake for the whole of the Quatermass Experiment, although the ending had long been lost by the BBC and it was considerably shorter than the others, that were complete. I fell asleep before the tape/disc/DVD had run out.

2Tue13WD 60.25.0 I woke, thinking that at last, that I needed the Porcelain Throne. But it was another false alarm. I’d hoped the involuntary escapages of wind and rumbling stomach meant it was to be evacuation time, but, no! Washed and took this photo of the mist getting a little thicker, as I made a mug of tea. I got down in the recliner and drifted off again 2Tue14in seconds.

WD 60.25.0 I woke with the light on, convinced it was getting up time, around midnightish as it has been recently. I noticed the pins (legs) with one fat and plump, and the peripheral neuropathy and sensory nerve-ends dying affected right leg, had gone thin and soft fleshed/muscled? The saphenous and spider veins were showing through distinctly, but only at the top of the legs, but not the varicose veins? The pins were a tad pale, anaemic-looking again. At least the ever-changing limbs make for a bit of interest now and then, with the omnipresent transformations taking place sometimes into several differing versions a day. Hahaha!

WD 60.25.0 I went to make another brew and take the morning medication, but realised it was 18:40hrs!

I updated this blog, then went on CorelDraw to try and get some graphics done to the templates. Only got one done for tomorrow. I’m tired again, but would like to take the first photo of the new year, and get it on here, before possibly nodding off for a week or so! Haha! My concentration has now gone completely. So I got the kitchen floor mopped. 

I’m trying to stay awake long enough to photograph any fireworks on show, as the New Years trundles in, with its forecasts of War, Tsunamis, Terrorism and the end of the World!

WDP 10R04WD 60.25.0 I got to take some photographs, but I was very disheartened and disappointed with how they came out. These two were the only ones that were worthy of publishing, and then only just about so!

The others I took, I’ll think about and have a closer look at in the morning. Or it might be afternoon before I wake up. Gawd, I’m shattered now! Poor old thing!

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Head down now!

TTFNski each! Have a great new year!