Friday 10th January 2020
Hungarian: 2020 Január 10, Péntek
22:30hrs: I woke up, already concentrating on what will most likely, be my longest-ever updating session. Yesterday’s events will take a lot of sorting out. I took a few photographs and xyrophobia-suffering, flat-burglar, brother-in-Law Pete, with his Galaxy S10+Fold, which increases the storage to 1TB. That operates as a normal smartphone until you open it, at which point it becomes a small tablet. A snip at £1514.4921, took the other photo’s at his mansion and sent them to me via email, to use.
I took a very shaky photo through the kitchen door facing the unwanted, new, light and view-blocking window cannot get to clean, windows. The shakes and twitching nerve transmissions are now really getting to me, as they have made my holding the camera steady enough to t a take any worthy, semi-clear shots are so annoying.
Gawd, reading this makes me feel a right sad moaning Git! However, I tried to pull around and pressed on sending some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then spent far too long on my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Topped up some photo albums. My typing got even worse now!
I got some mushrooms and peas ready to warm up. I put the oven heating up too.
As I did so, the door-chimes rang out. It was the second long-sleeved brown t-shirt delivery. That the Tracker said would arrive between the 11th and 14th of the month. Somehow, I’m not surprised.
A good job I hadn’t what I had initially planned to, and gone to see the Bank Manager today. Not that I would have had the time.
Around 1400hrs, I gave up altogether, and closed it all down, and went to get something to eat, before I fell asleep. Saccades, getting worse.
Got down and ate the meal.. rating 7/10.
Settled in the recliner and had a mind stew. I have to stop doing these dairy type things, they are just too much for me in my state.
Feeling low, unwell, undecided and decidedly down in the dumps.
Cheers, each.
It sounds like you outdid and undone yourself with yesterday’s outing and you have not recovered. The double vision is just weariness. I get double vision looking at the screen at times just from being plain work out. Nice shaky shot out the window. You managed a nicely arranged dinner, that sounds like it was decent enough.
Cheers, Sir.
Just when your cast of tormentors leave you alone for a bit, they all seem to up en masse and muss around with you all at once. Out damned tormentors!
“I have to stop doing these dairy type things, they are just too much for me in my state.”
I took a bit of time to scratch my baldish pate, trying to decipher the nature of “dairy type things” before transposing ai to ia. Sequitur found. A fine weekend I wish you, kind Sir! With regards to all and each 🙂
“to *show* up en masse” 🙂
These tormentationalistic types truly don’t titilate me!
Me to Bill with the too-much stakes, but I am conjouiring a substitue plan.
Another error then! No wonder I’m packing up. Shaking Shaun, Seccades Sandra, Dying nerve ends, heart attack, stroke and going senile now!
As Non sequituristioning goes…
Haveth a good time
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