Inchcock – Monday 27th April 2020: So busy, everything seemed to plot against my getting any CorelDraw graphicalisationing done. Ah, well! TTFNski.

April 27

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Monday 27th April 202

Hawaiian: Poakolu 27 lā ʻApelila 202

000 April 27

GM 90.0.0

03:40hrs: I stirred after five hours head down, and about four hour’s sleep in periods of about ten-minutes of duration. In a Zombie-like frame of mind, I eased my massive ever-growing bulk of a flabby-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner. Picked up the walking stick, and made my way to the wet room for a Porcelain Throne session. Gawd blimey, the uncut toenails hurt, making it hard hobbling!

1Mon02I was gobsmacked at the evacuation. It was all over in a couple of minutes, and nowhere near as bloody as yesterday. It’s still a bit painful mind. Well-pleased with this start to the day, I took a photo of the pale pins (legs) but found that Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were on strike again, and this time the shaking and lack of sense of touch contact, were minuscule. Hence, the picture was blurry, not a good one! It seemed like and felt to me, that they might be just coming back on-line.

WD 100.20.0 As I made my way, cursing the pain from the toenails, into the kitchen, RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) began, what was to be a day-long session of giving me and my knees a lot of grief! However, Duodenal Donald, although still with me, was vastly less bothersome. Swings and roundabouts? 

1Mon01I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Got the medications out and taken, and spent a few moments ponderisationing on the day’s expectancies. I find myself in a quandary over the Iceland orders, one is due today, and another, possibly for tomorrow.

1Mon03WD 100.20.0 Arthur Itis’s replacing Duodenal Donald as King-Pin in the pain stakes was okay for me at the moment, a change is as good as a rest. But, if Donald does start up again alongside Arthur, and the toenail pain, things will be too much to cope with. Fingers crossed!

I got the computer on and did some comment reading and answering. Then onto the WordPress reader, some brilliant stuff on there this morning. Then tackled the updating of the Sunday diary. This did not take too long, with so few photographs, and with it being a little shorter with nowt much happening.

I made a mash of Glengettie tea, had a rather forceful wee-wee, washed and got on with creating this page. Out of prepared graphics now, so I must find time to get some more done on CorelDraw later.

1Mon06aThe mobile phone rang out, it was on well, and genuinely ancient, 1965 Hopewells E-Plan, worn, pot-marked, desk close to me, and the noise made me jump. Hehehe!

I investigated the phone message and found out it was from Iceland, concerning today’s afternoon delivery.1Mon04

As I checked the indicated email with details of the changes, I began to hiccup, and they lasted for two hours or more?

WDPleft03Shame about the changes, no Imperfect Chips in stock, my favourites as well, am I lucky or what? Tsk! No kitchen towels, and no bread thins. Things are not as bad as they seem though.

I have some cobs in the freezer to take out and defrost. I’ll do it now while I think of it.

All done, I put them in the fridge to thaw slowly until needed. And, of course, if the accidentally made Iceland order for tomorrow should arrive, they might have some Naturally Imperfect chips on it? I can’t remember if I ordered any, but probably not, though, thinking I was going to get some today.

With the long hurting toenails, Arthur Itis’s knees, Duodenal Donald, and the hiccups accompanying me, I put the kettle on the boil and opened the window of the kitchen. Took some photographs intending to show you how green things looked this morning.Stunning colours.

1Mon06

How I would love to be able to get a meander through the tree copses, I bet it smells beautiful in there, even with the dog muck, drug needles and empty beer cans and bottles. Sorry for myself? Bitter? Jealous? Me? Mmm! Hehehe!

Made another brew of Morrison’s Assam tea, and back to the computer. I went on the Morrison site, and added kitchen towels, sourdough muffins, soap; they only had Cussons Imperial in packs of six left, and washing up liquid. Of course, this order is still a week or so away, and merely adds to my Conrad Confusion ailment! Haha!

I went on the TFZer Facebooking page, I always enjoy this. Got carried away a bit, I must make a start of doing the graphics – and not forget about the Iceland delivery coming. Back in a bit.

WDP 4RightWD 100.20.0 ac I didn’t get far, I forgot about the ablutions, so tended to them. Well, they went well for a change again! The dropsies added up to only four! Brilliant! The toothbrush, the soap, the showerhead and the body spray can. I did well there! No, knocking anything over or off of owt, no toe-stubbings either! Smugeth Mode Engaged!

1Mon06bThe old ankle ulcer was prominent again and developed a gorgeous light brown colour instead of its usual blue-red shade. The veins were bulging a tad.

Well, it was something interesting at least, Hahaha!

1Mon06CWD 100.20.0 All dried off, I could feel a different pain in the right ankle and foot? I seem to have got new growths as well. What with the nails giving hassle walking and the latest whatever it is, I may never wear socks again, too painful! Humph!

I freshened up and smelling all nice again, and the legs almost looking decent, I poddled carefully cause of the poor toes, to make a brew and take the midday medications. 

1Mon07WD 100.20.0 I almost made a start on some graphicalisationing at last, but the intercom rang, it was the Iceland delivery coming early. I let the chap in, and waited inside the door for him to arrive, and shouted through the narrow gap from a reasonable distance, that there was tipple for him on panel shelf in the lobby. He shouted out his appreciation and departed. I waited to hear the end door shut, then nipped out to get the fodder bags 1Mon08inside.

WD 100.20.0 More bumph posted through the door. PHCA Healthcare Assistants leaflet, no prices on it, though. And any adverts with just a mobile number on it always arouses a surreptitious smidge of suspicion. Offering various services. I didn’t see any nail-cutting ones on it, Tsk! Pity there were no prices. Imaging ringing them, not hearing what they said, or worse mishearing them, booking them to find what you thought was £25, turned out to be £75!

Just another memory of one of my earlier cock-ups, last year when I phoned a chiropodist to ask how much it was to have my toe-nails cut and ankle-ulcer clean-up. She was not happy to find I didn’t have enough cash to pay her with. Sad innit?

1Mon09aWD 100.20.0 As I was going back and forth, very carefully and in agony with the nails and Arthur Itis with the bags, I remembered that the second pair of trousers had not been delivered yet, from Amazon? Just another thought and summat further to worry about!

I got the bags unloaded and spread the 1Mon09bfodder about to take this photo of them all. As I began to put the items away, the first thing that came to mind was tonight’s nosh. I decided to try the pork and caramelised sausages, and make some imitation hot dogs with the brown wholemeal deli rolls delivered.

1Mon14bI was not confident that I would like them that much. Iceland had a habit of producing great things, like the ‘Naturally Imperfect Chips, and their quarter-pounder beefburgers, both great! But I’m afraid that they do sell items that are horrible as well. Like their so-called fresh tomatoes, own label pork pies etc., so what these rolls and sausages will be like, I’ll find out later. I got around to checking the stuff as I put it in the fridge, and oh, dearie me!

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Finally, I got things stored away and back to the Graphicalising again! For ten-minutes!

WD 100.20.0 Another interruption, the phone rang. It was Sister Jane, they were worried about me because they had not received the blog link. I investigated and found I had sent it to Pete’s old email address. I was surprised that it didn’t get through, on all three of my emails accounts, things all get through. I apolomostgised and forwarded the original on to Pete (I hope).

WD 100.20.0 Again, back to get some graphicalisationing done. I could have cried when the mobile rang out, stopping me again from CorelDrawing! What made it more frustrating than usual, was that Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were working all this missed time, and I could have really got on with the job. But it was a well-intended interruption. From Ballroom dancing champion, 2012 to 2015, and Obergruppenführeress, Warden Deana. She asked if I needed any bread or milk. I thanked her, and said not, all okay at the moment.

Back to the CorelDrawing yet again. This time it lasted for twenty minutes!

WDP 10R02LWD 100.20.0 I felt the warm wet sensation from the lower regions, that needed no explanation to me. Off to the wet room, and cleaned, dried and medication Little Inchies fungal lesion. I took a while, a bit of pain and usual ‘Argh’s, Eek’s, face contorting grumps, and some Spittling-Splurging!

It was so late now. Almost my head-down time. But, I gritted my teeth, I made a brew of Thompson’s tea, I put the oven on a low setting to get the sausages done later  (I’m looking forward to trying these), and back to the computer, in hopes of getting at least a few graphics done.

Then, as I was taking my seat on the computer chair…

WDPbbWD 100.20.0 ac The right leg gave forth with a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance, nearly having me out of the swivel-chair!

WD 100.20.0 However, it was an exciting session. A sort of cross, between the stomp and a slightly more energetic one-legged, hokey cokey. It lasted for a few minutes too! Left me feeling a little drained, though. The worst thing, was it started the neurotransmitters off, and typing after this, and manipulating on CorelDraw, was impossible! I tried my best to carry on, but it was just too cock-up and mistake-prone. I was spending far more time correcting than drawing!

WDPBaMiserable now, self-pitying and depressed, all that missed opportunities with so many interruptions that stole away a rare opportunity for me to get some graphics done while the nerve-ends were working, lost!

I turned off the computer and tried to look for the silver lining in the whole fiasco, but it was too well sequestered, hidden!

1Mon16I got on the meal cooking. Ah, well, that’s Inchcock’s luck all over. Tsk!

After a while, I had the meal served-up on the tray. It looked okay to me, but it was a varied mix of success and chronicalisation!

The tomatoes, rare for Iceland, were British and tasted much better than their Moroccan ones. The Marmite cheese disc was gorgeous! The Iceland Straight-Chips were fine.

1Mon09bI’d like to offer a warning about the Pork and caramelised onion sausages. They were tasteless, fatty, and disappointing. I shall dish the ones not eaten, it would be unfair to offer them to any resident to eat.

The French, Granny Smith apple, one I found that wasn’t mouldy, was slightly more moist than an old house brick, but harder!

The wholemeal rolls were tasty. I used them as a holder for the sausages. As I folded the bread around the first sausage, the fat poured out of the link. Through the roll, my fingers, and dripped onto my belly and the plate at the first bite! Fat and water from the sausages got into the chips and made them go soft!

Flavour rating 3/10. Not one of my betterer feasts. Ah, well! Not to fret! 

I got the washing-up done. Got down in the £300, second-hand, none-working, broken by my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. And stewed about all the things that stopped me working on CorelDraw. Messages, deliveries, phone calls, and the lousy luck in the nerve-ends dying just when I got the chance to get with CorelDrawing. Crying was an option! But I resisted.

WDP 4leftSweet Morpheous resisted, again!

Jenny, Doris, Cyndy, Gaynor, Margaret, Angela, Jane, Deana, Steve, William, Bill, Malcolm, Herbert, Josie and all of you Winwoodonians, take care, folks and the best of luck!

8 thoughts on “Inchcock – Monday 27th April 2020: So busy, everything seemed to plot against my getting any CorelDraw graphicalisationing done. Ah, well! TTFNski.

  1. Like the French say “Les choses sont contre nous!” (things are against us). I don’t know about the British government, but our government buys corn, grains, milk, cheese, etc. as part of agricultural price support. They used to redistribute some of those commodities for welfare, free lunch programs, etc. Those limp leeks and forlorn French apples might be price support commodities that have been warehoused.

    The trees and foliage are looking green and calling to you. Sad state of affairs to be in solitary confinement in the springtime.

    The remnants of your leg ulcerationalization looks like it has taken on the color and texture of your carpet. It that continues and you fall on the floor, and can’t get up, the emergency folks will have a hard to finding you when you are camouflaged, looking like the carpet.

    You made a well arrange, good looking meal. Too bad the sausages were not very good.

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    • That reminded me of Napoleon for some reason, French I suppose. Hehe!

      Irradiated produce perhaps? Nae, they’d last longer wouldn’t they if they were?

      The carrots were almost a bag of water when I went to get them from the fridge, Tim. I didn’t realise they had been frozen. Tsk!

      My beloved tree copse, have make do with photographing it, not the same. Yes, I do miss my hobbles so much. As since the bus service was changed, on April 1st, I’ve not been on one! I do miss falling asleep on the bus. I wonder if that is why I can’t get to sleep at night nowadays? Hehe!

      Your carpet scenario had me laughing out loud, thanks, Tim. Hope Jane reads it.

      I found a home fopr the rest of the sausages, Tim. Josie!

      TTFNski.

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    • ♫”Fings ain’t wot they used to be!♫
      Thanks Rachel. Keep alert, take no risks, and I’ll be over as soon as the imprisonment is over, and I win the lottery! ♥
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  2. The shopping forecast you developed in Corel described Monday quite accurately it seems. Well, not “it seems” but actually a solid prediction — as demonstrated with that 3/10 rating. Hoping Tuesday’s issue of IT (Inchcock Tuesday?) results in at least a 6/10. 🙂

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    • Cheers, Bill.
      Better now, mate, on the comestible, hors d’oeuvre, amuse-gueule, masticating and quaffing stakes.
      At last, some real potatoes!
      I don’t think the apples and spring onions were irradiated on Monday. Hehehe!
      Taketh care.

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