Wednesday 29th January 2020
Frisian: Woansdei 29 Jannewaris 2020
23:52hrs: I transformed into semi-life status, and responded to the need for a wee-wee hastily, for it was an urgent need! Raising my wobbly, over-stomached body-mass from the second-hand, £300 recliner and taking the stick and few paces to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with ease. I had an SFDBFF (Started-Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style evacuation. No demands for a Porcelain Throne came?
I got to the kitchen, cleaned and sanitised the bucket. Took the medications, and made a brew of Glengettie tea, to ease my brain hopefully, into some sort of mental action. It seemed to work! For after a good gulp of the deep-amber fluid, I remembered that the food delivery was coming early, twixt 07:00 > 08:00hrs. I decided to make sure I got the ablutions done sooner than usual as well! Then, as I hobbled carefully back to the computer dump room, I recalled that today was the Bank Manager’s visit appointment!
As I settled and got the computer on to update the blog, I noted how well things were going this morning, up to now anyway. The attentions of Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, and even Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were all minimal! Only Saccades-Sandra and a few tremors and shakes from the peripheral neuralgia arm and shoulder were of any real worry-worthiness. Even the toothache seemed less painful? That’s something else; when I go to see the bank manageress, I must call at the dentists to make an appointment.
I got some potatoes and mushroom in the slow-cooker for later. Just seasoned with salt this time. Ah, the internet was back on!
I needed to make a template for this post. The CorelDrawing bit was fine, but getting the template made up on WordPress was a grind-and-a-half with the internet failing so often, for periods of a minute, three minutes back on, and off again… Arghh!
I put the handwashing in soak and went to get
Got smelly with sprays, dressed and went to get the handwashing. All done, rung and hung. That Amazon long sleeve t-shirt that was chocolate brown when I bought it, turned to green on the first wash, and is now a sort of olive-dark blue colour, Tsk!, has still got that stain on the front. I must have spilt some bleach on it. Humph!
So, no toe stubbings, no Dizzy Dennis’, Shaking Shaun was still about, but not so interested in me as he was earlier.
Still, there are no Porcelain Throne attentions called for? Mmm?
I went to the kitchen and decided to take a couple of photographicalisations from the unwanted, disliked, anti-photographer, and deaf people designed with wide ledges to stop me seeing what is below and taking a snap. Or, see if any emergency vehicles are on-site, due to me not hearing the Fire Alarm.
The sun kept trying to come out but went in and hid when it came to my picturing the view. Coming out the moment I’d put the camera away! Huh!
I sorted the black bags and took them to the waste chute. Then returnedReadies, black bags down to chute. Back to the flat, and dithered about, convinced that something had not been done yet. A general feeling of anaemia reigned.
It took me a long while trying to sort out what it was that was niggling at me. And then I didn’t find it! I had the Bank paperwork, card, bus-pass, hearing aids in the lug-holes, the right glasses on the head, alert bracelets on the wrists, Warfarin card in pocket, money, sourdough bread for the ILCs, medications taken, Calendar checked for appointment time at the bank (In fact they sent me text reminding me of the 10:00hr attendance and punctuality needed – Read later, a farce!), crossword book in the trolley… Oh, what the heck is it?
But I had to accept defeat. Wrapped up warmly, and then the farcical double-checking started. To reassure myself and verifying that all in the apartment was left safely.
Out to ask Deana if the kitchen volunteers wanted the new extra-large crock-pot or not. No message has been sent back from anyone who had been received when I offered yesterday morning. I also had a treat for them, of the Polish sliced sourdough bread. They love it, and I love being able to treat them when I order anything from Ocado, who, as far as I know, is the only place that sells it. A little thank you.
I departed, still feeling uneasy, thinking about whatever it was I thought had not been done or taken with me. Humph!
So I went to the big social lounge and had a go at my crossword book for a bit. I got involved in the puzzle and nearly forgot the time, I had to rush a little to get to Winchester Courts lobby. Where some tenants were waiting in the warmth for the bus. I handed out some nibbles, and we nattered and laughed a little, as I accepted the put-downs and touches of sarcasm in good spirit.
A big crowd at the shelter this morning. Angela & Roy, Penny, Shirley, Mary, Margaret, Doris, Louie, Welsh William, the snotty bloke from Woodthorpe Court, and others. Note how I remembered so many names there? Smug Mode adopted.
The Local Banker, Washeeda Hashmi, came to collect me. My EQ saw pound-signs on legs! Which proved to be right! As we walked to the office, she apologised for keeping me waiting. With a broad grin, I answered; Yes, I suppose they have bigger assets and investments than me?” She smiled, cocked her head to one side and said, “Well, yes” and her grin broadened. Ah, a sense of humour, I liked that!
Up the hill to the bus stop. Things worked out well timing-wise, two-minutes later, the L9 to Arnold arrived.
Now, I was struggling a bit in getting around the store with the box and the three-wheel-walker-guide. I limped around and ended up at the check-out with; The crock-pot, pack on mini-Swiss rolls, some potatoes, and chopped leeks. Paid the helpful gal on the till, who also helped me load the bag, and even put it on the trolley handle for me. Thank you, petal!
I pondered over my next move. There were about twenty-five minutes before the bus was due. So, I went down and over the road, to have a look in the Fultons Foods shop, to get some garden peas with the ring-pull openers if they had any in. I ambled stumblingly (the balancing of the bags was not easy, with the one with the cooker in it sticking out and catching things. Tsk!) to the crossing, and over the road to the shop. I came out with three for-a-pound tins of peas, Hills Shorties biscuits, and two pots of lemon cheesecakes.
No crosswording on the route back to the flats. There was no room with the two bags and trolley bag full, it took all my concentration to stop the useless brakes-applied guide from shooting off each the bus went around a corner or braked sharply. But Mary and I managed a tete-e-tete, though.
We got back to Winwood Heights, and I dropped the sourdough bread off in the warden’s office. No mention of the giant-crock-pot being needed, so I dropped off the loaf and told Mary she could have it straight away. We ambled to Woodthorpe Court and up in the lift, Maty getting off on the first floor, and saying she would be up for the cooker soon. No problem, I say’s, and I carried on up to the twelfth floor and got inside.
I had a bit of bother getting the bags in, but did it okay. Emptied out the trolley and carriers, and was setting up the new cooker, as Mary arrived. She took the cooker, asked how much, I said ‘Nowt’, she thanked me and shot off with it.
Which, of course, meant I now have to find room to put all the stuff I had to move away off of the counter-top, to avoid them being near the heat of the crock-pots when in use!
I’ll have to keep an eye on the control settings being used. They are different from each other. Fingers crossed I don’t cock it up!
The washing up was done. Cleaning the large slow-cooker took longer than everything else put together! Glad I’ve got the new smaller one for tomorrow, at last.
I put the computer on to add to the calendar, and the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet was working okay?
Put the TV on, and after an hour or so of nodding-offs and wakenings, I gave up and turned the telly set off.
Then, the brain-storming began! Fears, worries, past-faults, heebie-jeebies, psychasthenia, and insecurity all flowed and churned inwardly.
It was ages before I hibernated for the evening. Hey-ho!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Love those hats the royal ladies wear, and the one on the right is the one that assures me there will always be a House of Windsor! How else to maintain your country’s Nr. 1 ranking as the place to go for a laugh! (p.s. RIP Terry Jones, in my mind the funniest man alive while he was. So sad this world now that he isn’t.)
Glad they tickled you, Doug, mate.
No doubt about it, these rediculous headwear draw, sniggers and contempt from Mrs Average over here. Yet are accepted as noraml for Royal Ascot, when the Queen runs her horses (Well her servants do) in the hope of inceasing her £53m fortune, not counting about the £ms of property… I digress! (I hope MI5 & 6 don’t read this)
Terry and Spike Milligan were my genius’s comedically, Doug.
I haven’t been to London since 60 years ago, that was a TA military posting in the late 60’s.
Don’t sujppose I’ll ever go again now in my health… then again, I don’t want to.
It is indeed a sad world nowadays, mate!
No doubts about that, Gerry.
As thoroughgoing an account of a day well-traveled and travailed as any fervid and fevered reader of Inchcock Today could dream receive of a morning in January or any other ary. Filled to the brim with the charm and the grim as only Inchcock Today can capably deliver. Just praising!
Please know that I would also be one to suspend laundry from an elevator rail in the hope that its owner might find it so upon a return.
As one not entirely unfamiliar with the German language, I rightly-clicked upon Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress to find more and much in the Googleverse:
https://www.google.com/search?q=Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress&oq=Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress&aqs=chrome..69i57&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Grandest thanks for all you write and all you are, kind Sir!
Thanks you kind Sir and philologist, phonetician, phonologist and bilingualistical person.
I keep a list of ranks so I use a different one (often amended). I store it in Notepad for easy access. My favourite for the wardens collectively, is; Obergruppenführeresses! It makes life hard with the spell-checker, though. The add to your word list, it slicked, but it keeps picking it out again and again. Also, WorpPress keeps jumping to US English, so annoying.
So, you found the graohics contained within, with your search. Hahaha!
May care be your watchword,
I hope this your heard,
Although some ailments cannot be cured,
A laugh makes things, easily endured!
TTFNski