Inchcock Today. Sunday 26th January 2020: Depressed, frustrated, and ashamed. Normal day, then! Hehe!

2020 Jan 27

2020 ttJan 27

Sunday 26th January 2020

Hungarian: 2020. Január 26, Vasárnap

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00:05hrs: WD 171.0.171 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.

WD 171.0.171 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! 7Sun02Bloody 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.

7Sun01As 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!

7Sun05I got the meal all prepped, and onto the serving trolley. 

Out and delivered it to Josie’s door, just two minutes after noon!

WD 171.0.171 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!

7Sun06I 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.

7Sun07

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!

9 thoughts on “Inchcock Today. Sunday 26th January 2020: Depressed, frustrated, and ashamed. Normal day, then! Hehe!

  1. Your legs are looking good. I hope smaller crockpot works out. That was a nice looking meal you made Josie. At least you could eat it. Really nice cloud photo.

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    • Well, I made a mess of the crockpot. It’s still twice the size of the original one, Tim! But I’ll manage it, thanks. It fir on the counter, just! Hehe!

      Fretting a bit about Josie. I’ll go to the office this morning as ask if they know anything.

      Hope things are alright your end, Sir.

      TTFNskli!

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  2. I made the transition from huge slow cooker to small myself some time ago. For the most part, the small one makes just enough food for a time or two. When I made meals in the large one, I often filled the cooker so full I had way to much for two meals, oftentimes exceeding four! I’m a spoiled fellow, i guess, because I typically have problems eating the same thing (even with additions to change the look or taste of the leftovers) beyond three days in a row, and the rest got tossed. (The texture of potatoes and other vegetables after being cooked, then frozen, is off-putting to me.)

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  3. Extraordinarily keen Sherlock-level deductioneering, Inch. Awaiting but a JohnWatsonian retell in the next issue of The Sleuth of Nottingham under the title “The Crock at Sides of the Door”, available at fine bookdealers everywhere — currently unavailable at 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA.
    🙂

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      • Very pleased that I have brought you to laughing, kind Sir! My methods:
        1. Upon reading, find something that contains at least several essential absurdities; of course, each post you publish contains such wonderfun (a typo, but I like it) relatable nuggets.
        2. Turn a phrase until it stops *clacking* and starts *clicking*.
        3. Select the most relatable.
        Wishing you a wonderfun Wednesday. 🙂 🙂

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      • Morning, Sir.
        Methods eh? I remember when I was capab;e of them! Hehe!
        Wednesday must surely be a betterer day,
        At least that’s for what I pray,
        A calmer, less hassling day,
        Snd Whoopsiedangeplopisationing to go away!
        Arrivederci.

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