Wednesday 11th March 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 11. Ožujka 2020. Godine

01:05hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and as soon as I tried to move from the rickety recliner, Dizzy Dennis was there ready to pounce, and he sure did! Thankfully, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, etc. were all calm.

The struggle to get up and grab the stick on its own, nearly me toppling over!

Fantastically, by the time I got to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) and the few spots of wee that had to be forced out, started; Dizzy had done a runner? (But he kept returning, for a few minutes at a time, then things got back to normal, repeatedly all morning long!) For some reason, the pins felt terribly stiff all over?

Off to wash the bucket and have a quick wash. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, fortuitously, while I was in the wet room, a foot away from the bowl! One of the most comfortable sessions I’ve had for a long time, weeks possibly. The pain, as usual, was there, but not so acute. The evacuation was quicker and the mess minimal. I was pretty chuffed at that!

I dropped the jammie-bottoms and had a look at the pins (legs). Good heavens! They looked odder in size to each other, but both were carrying a lot of fluid retention—time for the Furesomide tablet to be taken for a few mornings methinks.

To the kitchen, got the kettle on, took a photographicalisation of the morning view, took the medications (with a Furesomide), then dosed the ear-holes with olive oil, and made the super-flavoursome Glenghettie tea.

An email from Iceland, telling me there had been changes made to my order. Humph! To the computer, and checked on the Iceland delivery email. As I anticipated, the ‘unavailable’ list was all toilet rolls and kitchen towels! Still, they were kind enough not to charge me for them. Hehehe!

I had a visit from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Dizzy Dennis, they spent a while keeping me company.

I got on with making some needed to continue blogging graphics, first. Then to the job of updating the Tuesday post diary. Which was very time-consuming. But I eventually got it finished. All done and posted off.

I then opened the Amazon box. Everything was there, the ear-blower ball, dropper bottles and the ear-wax remover tool. Soon as I get the time, I’ll try the de-waxer out. All three were made in China. No Coronavirus germs in with them, I hope?

Back on the computerisationing. I put some snaps on Pinterest. Then answered some comments on WordPress. Next, a long time spent on TFZer Facebooking. I really could not ask for more pleasant cyber-company, I love ’em all. ♥

A big bash on the WordPress Reader section. With being so busy lately, I’d got behind with it. All caught up now, glad I didn’t some of them they were great photo’s.

Time to get the ablutions done! And a good session this was too!

No bangs or knocks disrobing. The dropsies were less than they’ve been for ages, just the shaving foam, razor (2), shower gel bottle and I did drop the spectacles when putting them back on after the shower.

As for the Sock-Glide, well, I had a little talk with it before tackling getting the hosiery on. I know, I’m bonkers! But it seemed to work miracles. No bruises, trapped or cut fingers, dropping it, knocking it off of the shower chair, no falling-off of the seat either! Brilliant!

I got the handwashing sorted out post-haste, done wrung and hung.No proper Whoppsiedangleploppings, but I made a right mess doing it.

Did the ears with the new remover tool. Doing the right ear-hole, relied on Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters not playing up, first signs of this, and I’ll stop and try again later. It’s not worth making the hearing any worse. A fiddly, painstaking task, but I coped pretty well with it today.

Anyroad, today they were not too frequent, so I got the tips assembled with a few dropsies suffered. I have to say, they were good at getting a grip on the ear wax. Of which much was removed from each tab-hole. Cleaning the tips was a hard job, trying not to break them at the same time. I put some more olive oil in both external auditory meatus (I looked that up, hehe!) I’ll try to do the de-icing every week methinks. (De-Icing? I meant de-waxing, Tsk!) Returned to the computer, with a fresh mug of Thompson tea, of course.

On the CorelDrawing for mere seconds, and the doorbell chimed out its ♫I only want to be with you♫ tune. It was the Iceland delivery man with only a few bags for me. (Someone had admitted him in through the foyer door) He dropped them in the hallway, I thanked him, and off he shot. As anticipated, the paper towels and toilet rolls were missing, out-of-stock!

I got the bits stored away. You may note the Skinny Whip box? I thought they should be alright, as they are small in size, and only 99 calories each. I thought when I ordered them, they were ice cream bars. And I put them in the freezer. Later I found they were not. Tsk! The Special price, 50p Willow, the beef and half of the onions I put in a bag for the social kitchens.

I assembled some black bags to go to the chute and put them near the door to take with me as I left. A carrier with the nibbles, and Beef joint for the kitchen in another. Then the faffling about double-checking lights, taps etc. was completed, the trolley and jacket checked to see that everything needed was in them. Finally, I got out. The workmen, well it was workwomen this morning working in the hallway, took the bags off of me and took them to the chute. Then cleared a way through for me and the trolley. Bless ’em! 

Down to ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Obergruppenführeresses Wardens, Holding Cell Office. I passed Warden Deana en route. Then dropped off the nibbles. Into the Social Lounge area and handed the beef and bits over for the kitchen. Then to the Winchester Court lobby to await the bus.

The trip to town was a battle-ridden to stay in the side-saddle seat job. But I managed to have a go at the crosswording all the same. The bus was diverted today, this did not please the driver.

Arriving in town and alighting on Parliament Street. I noticed that the vandalised fencing had survived the nights Nottinghamian Drunks attentions this time… But maybe it had been re-erected earlier? Hehe!

Into the Poundland Store, in search of kitchen towels and/or toilet rolls. There were many empty shelves around the store. Panic-buying I imagine being the cause?

I got a 40litre roll of black bags, Washing freshener granules, a bag of Cox’s apples, and to my surprise, a pack of two Andrex toilet rolls with foreign printing on it. They were really tiny, thin rolls, that were so light, I dropped the pack when I grabbed it? But at least I now have some bog roll to use when the one at home runs out. But I can’t see theses I bought lasting for long. I also got a roll of their thin small kitchen rolls, these might come in handy as a toilet-roll-substitute? Needs must! When I got to the self-serve-tills, a lady appeared and put the things through for me without any prompting. Kind actions like this cheer me up, renew my faith in mankind!

I departed and took a walk to the Bargain Store, in what turned out vain hopes of getting some potato biscuits. Taking these photos on my way.

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I did get some more of the Turkish-made and printed Woolite liquid though. And they were all low measure. But, at £1.99 from £2,99 seem fair value. I genuinely believe this ‘Black’ one does work well, and bring back the colours of dark clothing. A few more tins of the garden peas and a kitchen roll (No toilet rolls available).

Then an amble through Trinity Square, down onto Parliament Street again, and down King Street into the Slab Square, and back up Queen Street to the bus stop.

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There were fifteen-minutes before the bus was due, so I hobbled up to Parliament Street, to take some photographs while I waited. As yoy will see below, many ‘Failed Shots’ of Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist were made, but I did get a few. Humph!

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I moved down to the L9 bus stop, and it arrived in a couple of minutes. This driver told me that when the diversion was put in place, no one from the bus company told him!

Alighted back at the flats, and walked to the Winwood Court entrance, turning back to take this picture. It caught the bus I’d arrive on leaving, and the City Bound one arriving. The best thing about this shot, for me, was the lack of vehicles parked around the bus turning island. I got inside and shouted a ‘Hello’ through the open door of the ILC’s Wardens Interrogation office. No response. They could not have heard me.

Along the link-passage back to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby. Passing the al-fresco seating outside, I wondered if I’ll ever get the chance of going out there and sitting on one of the wooden benches, with the crossword book, a flask of tea, and some sun-shining? Out of the lift, and to the flat.

I made a mess of getting the trolley with the two light, but bulky bags on the handlebars in through the door. I now have a decent-sized bruise on my right elbow. Haha!

I left the things in the bags and trolley a while and got the meal prepared. Well, the handful of fries and fritters in the oven, that I had cunningly left on a low light! Then unloaded the trolley and got the bits stored away. Then I made up the rest of the plate of food. A veritable feast! Piccalo halved tomatoes, chicken pieces, a mini pork and pickle pie, beetroot, garden peas, and mushroom pate.

Made a brew, and checked if owt worth watching was on the box. (Why do I bother – I’m going to nod-off watching it anyway?) hear me.

The fritters and fries were ready… but unluckily, after taking out the fritters, I dropped the tray with the chips still in it! I caught the dish, but most of the fires fell out – where did they land? Incredible! Straight into the waste bin! With the mobile phone doing this yesterday, I’m likely to get a ‘Bin-Phobiaitis Complex!’, Hehehe! I only salvaged about six little fries. Still, it made them taste all the better I’m sure!

I got the washing up completed, got into my night attire, and down in the grungy recliner, and got the TV on.

After a while of nodding and waking, I got up to make a brew of tea. The sky encouraged me to take a photograph of it.

In the morning I tried the red-eye remover on CorelDraw, but it wouldn’t do anything, Humph!

I returned to the second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, and fell asleep. With the mug of tea getting cold in the kitchen where I’d left it. Nebbish fool!