Day: 20 April 2020

Sunday 19th April 2020

Turkish: 19 Nisan 2020 Pazar

03:50hrs: Woke for the third time, this one involved bubbling, rumbling and grumbling from the innards, which forced me to do what I had been resisting for a while getting up! But I knew the Throne session was likely to be another painful and challenging affair – Gawd blimey was I right!

Got a bit of a wobble on en route to the Porcelain Throne, but nothing overly worrying. A marathon (Ten minutes) slow hurtful grind, to complete the evacuation was as bad as one ever has been. Bloody too, but at least not messy. The wee-weeing was but a trickle. Little Inchies fungal lesion was stinging, but not bleeding. I was baffled by the difficulty I’d had passing. When I left the wet room, it was with a different-styled, more full gate and limp. Hehe!

To the kitchen and made up a cup of Macrodol and sipped it down, leaving a sachet of the, biologically inert, non-absorbable osmotic laxative on the counter, to remind me to take another later. Took the normal medication, and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, which I took with me to the computer, made a start on the template creating on WordPress and CorelDraw, and let the tea go cold. I carried on with creating today’s and the Monday template, then went to get another brew.

I had another go at getting an Iceland order in. But failure again, no slots available. Ah, well, Nemo Mortalium Omnis Horis Sapit!

Got on with updating the Saturday blog. A long job, compliments of nerve ens of Nicodemus.

I went to make another brew, and it became pellucid, well not clearly, but possibly that I needed another visit to the ~Porcelain Throne… I thought at the time, with the extra churning and bubbling from the innards that were kicking-off.

But, I was bamboozled and fooled again. After much waiting and a complete crossword finished, I assumed things were not going to move. So, I had a wash and to the kitchen to make the brew and of Glengettie. And had another mug of Macrogol. I’ll have to be wary; in case things do start to flow suddenly! But my confidence is low, as is my blood level with all the flipping bleeding!

Finished the blog. Started this one.

Henceforth, I got blank-spells that kept coming an going. Doing the updating in the morning, I found scribbled notes I’d made, so details might be sketchy, and some happenings I can recall with clarity? Poor old sausage!

No dogs and walkers out.

CorelDrawing.

Ablutions: painful, dropsies galore.

Legs misshaped and almost orange coloured?

Josie’s nosh made and delivered. A patched-up meal, kippers cause I’m out of the smoked haddock, A tipple. Josie looking well today.

Jenny bleach. Forgot bleach on the Iceland order, they only sell the one type at the moment, expensive Domestos, but I added one to the order. I thought I’d call Jenny to see if there was any item that she needed adding. But a message came up telling me I had so many minutes to complete the change to the order, so I chickened out and completed added the bleach sharpishly.

Black bags made and sorted (eight) and to the waste chute,

The bleach that Jenny got for me was perfect, Sainsbury’s own label lemon-scented. I have been using two a week. Thanks, Jenny ♥. But not Iceland.

Got the pots washed and started to make my nosh. Took some photos.

I seemed to be coming out of a dream. According to my notes on the pad, when I found the pots had all been cleaned and stuff was taken out ready to do my meal: “Felt not ill, blanks, bleeding, leave out lesion”? Hehe!

While sorting the cooking, I spotted some dogs taking their owners for a walk, below in the bottom field, and took a snap of them. I clearly recall the little black poodle, I think it was, was hyperactive, and the bigger dog, the poor mite, had Arthritis and needed a little prompting from its loving owner.

Had to nip for a Throne visit, but again, it turned out a false alarm.

But, there was bubbling and brewing going on in the innards!

Washed, back to the kitchen, the sky had changed, bootiful!

A canned mixed grill, extra hickory and gravy and black beans added, along with two of the Icelands tasty beef burgers. The bread was a tad dry around the edges, but still.

The burgers were fine, but I got the seasoning wrong. Taste Rating: 6.5/10

Did the washing up again, got head down.

TV on, but blissfully, I fell asleep pretty soon. And it was grand.

A couple of hours later, I woke with a start, most likely from the headphones I’d left on when some music came on the TV. Which was really lucky! The intercom was chiming away. Fumbled out and to the machine, it was the Morrison order I’m made seven weeks ago and thought would be cancelled!

Pressed the man in, and got some trews on, by which time he was at the door. He left the bags in the hall, said something I didn’t catch, and off he trotted.

I got the bags into the kitchen. What a great surprise.

Shame I’d just made an order in with Iceland for tomorrow, now I’m really going to struggle to make room in the fridge and freezer! Oh, dearie me!

A few unavailables, and substitutions, as was to be expected. Shame I ordered the mil from Iceland now, they had substituted a 1-litre with 2-litre whole milk. The only thing that I was bothered about was having no Lemon Meringue mousse, I’m getting withdrawal symptoms. Hehe!

I struggled to keep concentration as I faffed about making room in the refrigerator and freezer for the food.

I’m afraid the two hours kip I enjoyed, was to be all of the sleep for the night. I did have a few nod-offs, but each lasted only a few minutes, I’d wake, and the Thought Storms would howl away at me.

Humph!