Sunday 26th January 2020
Hungarian: 2020. Január 26, Vasárnap
00:05hrs: I woke in a sort of odd feeling of, get-up and go… No, that’s pushing it a bit. With a little pep in my step… No, well, not feeling too bad! Hehe! I knew I’d been dreaming again, but no traces of any plot, happenings, or memories of them this time.
I manoeuvred my flobby-wobbly body out from the £300, second-hand, rickety, c1968 recliner with relative ease. Oh, yes! As I got up into a semi-perpendicular stance, the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) was needed. So, three steps later, I was performing the release, with relief! Back to the FDBFF (Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style, this time. I did notice how full the bucket was! How come I cannot recall using it?
As I hobbled to go and wash my dandies, I noticed a parcel, a letter, and the old slow-cooker, that I’d put outside to remind me to take with me to skip, were on the floor near the door? I went to investigate.
I believe, with a confused look on my face. I worked it all out in time. I think, maybe someone had delivered the Rice cooker flex and plug (they were in the parcel), and someone had posted me a letter that was for another flat, and one or the other must have thought I’d left the cooker thing out in the hallway by mistake and put it through the door. A moment or two of more Sherlock Holmes-like considerating, and I realised the parcel was too big to go through the letter-box! Then, I found I had left the door unlocked, ah, that means someone has been inside the flat, then?
My head ached, with all this unravelling and puzzling out the clues, so by the time I’d got to have a wash-up, I needed the Porcelain Throne as well. Worra a painful session it was! Bloody as well, but far less messy. You can’t win ’em all, Haha!
I checked out the pins, which were being shown interest in by Arthur Itis. Not bad looking at all, I thought.
As I left to go to the kitchen, the shaking started from the neurotransmitter transmissions failing. At least as of now, this is very often for a short time only. When I got in, I decided to get the handwashing done first thing. Thus giving me more time if needed, when getting Josies Sunday meal prepared in time.
It was soon time to get Josie’s meal ready. And I’d not done my ablutions yet! Tsk!
So, I got the cold stuff on the plate ready and had a stand-up wash in intervals! I kept, nipping into the kitchen, to stir the peas, mushroom and check on the fish in the oven. But not easy. Did the teeth, Check cooking. Had a shave. Check cooking. Washed the lower regions. Check cooking. You get the idea! Also, a fair amount of time was spent picking things up from the dropsies! A masterpiece of cunning planning! Hehehe!
I got the meal all prepped, and onto the serving trolley.
Out and delivered it to Josie’s door, just two minutes after noon!
But, no reply, was the answer to my repeated ringing of her bells.
Now I was worried about Josie. Had she gone to meet her sister again, and forgot to tell me? (I am the perfect person to understand about forgetting things myself in fact, an expert, in my own rights! Hahaha! But how do I know the gal isn’t lying on the floor inside on having taken a tumble? I don’t, and that is a concern. I pray she calls in the morning, or even tonight, and has remembered. Oh, dear!
I tried not to let it get me down. At least I didn’t have to make another meal for myself later: I ate this one!
I checked on the slow-cooker tracker, a bit of way to go yet to get here. (ETA of 16:45hrs > 17:35hrs) Then watched some TV with the subtitles on, so I don’t miss hearing the intercom if the delivery arrives, of the smaller crock-pot, I hope!
I went to make a brew and had to turn on the light in the kitchen. It had suddenly gone so dark, and the rain was starting to fall. I suppose this might mean the cooker is coming later than forecast.
Not that I mind a lot, but staying awake is the problematic part.
I washed the dishes and pots, then went on CorelDraw, graphicationalisationing. I got the grand-total of one graphicalisation done, and the door chime rang out. At first, I hoped and thought it might be Josie, returning from a day out – but it was the Amazon crock-pot being delivered. Not too bad, just three hours after my head down-time, so I’m not complaining.
I was too tired to bother checking out the pot now, but I took a couple of snaps of it, against ‘old’ one that had the ‘too big’ to use one in it.
I could tell right away that it was a smaller one I’d ordered. I’m quick, yer know! Hahaha!
Feeling done in again now. I updated this diary and got my head down.
The damned mind-thought-storming started, I tried to ignore it, but it knows all my fears, worries, loves and frustrations; and made a good job of bringing them back to me! Swine!