TFZers: Garden Party?
Tuesday 16th June 2020
Hungarian: 2020 Június 16., kedd
Well, fancy that! This not only confused me but annoyed me. All my energy and concentration went on a search for the timepiece.
It was paramount to me that it had to found! But it wasn’t! Despite heaving and hauling my colossal-bellied body from the none-working chair, and ferreting about looking for the watch. I got the torch and picker-upperer and looked underneath the furniture.
I looked in the kitchen, then the wet room, and rechecked them both! Back to the recliner room. I had to force myself to stop the search and seek mission. I was getting so uptight and self-critical over the loss. I told myself that it was a temporary irremediable situation. I didn’t like or believe it, but something had to be done to stop my going addictively bonkers.
It didn’t really work though, as I went for a wee-wee, I kept looking in the silliest places for the watch. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. Which was one of the easiest evacuations for a long time? A smidge of bleeding, but not messy. It was over swiftly, and little odoriferousness either. This should have had me moving into a Smug-Mode, but the worrying over the lost-timepiece was ever-present.
For the first time ever, the wee-wee followed after the big evacuation? A new style as well. I Christened it as an SWP (Sprinkly-White
Limped off to the kitchen. The morning view, albeit a later one this Tuesday, was a little misty. But when I opened the window, it was incredibly mild, I thought. Ah, one there for Bill, a red car! Hehe!
BP sphygmomanometer readings were pleasing and should have cheered me up a tad. All were looking better. The thermometer just showed as ‘Low’, but this missing timepiece was still wrangling at me!
I took the medications, then made a brew. A thought suddenly came to me (they occasionally do), had I dropped my beloved timepiece in a waste bin? After searching through all four of them, I found out I hadn’t. Grumblegrobbledamn!
Another forage around in cupboards, drawers, etc. failed to find the £2 watch! Sob! Yet another wee-wee! Washed hands and contact points, and back on the well-trodden carpet in the hall, to Computer Cameron, and got the Tuesday blog finished at last. Despite Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Back-Pain-Brenda’s attentions!
Then, I noticed an Amazon email arrived. I used the tracker and got the map up, which means the delivery is close.
Ah, this could be dodgy time-wise, so I stopped and to get the ablutions done.
The legs looked a lot betterer this morning, though. The toenails were hurting every time I touched or moved on the mat. No shower, trying to save time.
Now, I spotted two hairs on my chest, in the middle of the lower op scars, nearer the stomach, I think. One must have been about seven inches long? I wonder if they can do a transplant to my head? Hahaha!
The delivery vehicle must be getting very close now.
A van was parked in the Emergency Only bay (As do all vehicles). But it was not an Amazon vehicle.
I took what I thought was three snaps. Below is what I found on the SD card when I came to download them. How did I do this? I was using the Canon SX 740 SH camera. I’m confused as to what I did wrong?
I’d spent a while taking these pictures, and panicked a bit when I realised. Had I missed a call on the Intercom? Then I realised that if anyone had arrived, I would have seen them. I’m losing it again!
This was turning into another farcical day for me! I held my ground, and a chap arrived with the masks. Thanked him, and of off he shot. Leaving the covers near the door for me.
I got the masks out to take a look—three in total, washable and reusable. I put them on the shelving for future use. When I am to be allowed out, is unknown, but at least when the time arrives, something like the Opticians, Pediatric Clinic, Dentist or Audio Clinic opens again, I’ll be alright for using the bus, at least. Of course, that is if I can live through and survive this isolationing. And put up with the agony from the uncut toenails, toothache, and mental anguish. Hahaha!
- I took out the card and checked it was on the ‘Read’ position, which it was. I returned it to the camera, and still got the message.
- I tried doing the same again. Same message!
- I tried the other card in it, and that was alright.
- Rechecked the Canon-card. Swapped it between open and closed, and put it back in. Same Message!
- Removed it again, and was now out of ideas… It worked!
Then I took a picture of my beloved pets and had a little chinwag with them.
Then I remembered the disappearing wristwatch. Surely it must be around the chair, I had it on last night, I think.
“Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, and kehuas. Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?” Well, now it’s getting more like a fact now, than fun! Hehehe!
My phagomaniac tendencies came into mind. And I returned to the food cupboards and fridge to ponder over what I fancied for my nosh.
I went on Facebooking then. I moved on to making-up a template for tomorrow. Got them all done, and…
Unbelievable! This was the first place I looked for the timepiece as well, and did so again at least two more times during the day!
I took some waste bags to the chute. Then a couple of recycling bags down to the caretaker’s room.
Back to the blogging and a message came in from Iceland. They are ahead of schedule and should arrive between 15:00hrs and 16:15 hours.
Life in one’s dotage, I always thought, would be slower, and much more hassle-free. Humph!
I got the goods stored away. There was a tray of frozen Chinese belly pork, the only thing different to usual. So I had that for the evening nosh. I’m worried that the cupboards may fall off of the walls! Haha!
The Chinese belly pork, I cooked adding some Hickory. The last of the sourdough muffins, buttered and filled with off-cuts of smoked ham. A Marmite cheese disc, onions, beetroot, gherkins, and tomatoes. A lemon yoghourt, and a lovely crispy, South African apple to follow. My sitomania was well satiated this time. Gave this meal a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.
Incidentally, I found myself forever looking at my charity shop-bought, £2 wristwatch throughout the meal. I slept with it on tonight, fearing it may hide away from me overnight, again. Hehehe!
Oddly, Sweet Morpheus was not interested. I put the TV on, it was a load of hogwash showing, yet still, I didn’t nod off?
When it did arrive, it was filled with pestering dreams. Colin Cramps was waking me up, and I think that each time I nodded off again, I rejoined the same, or similar dream?
Hey-Ho!
You need to be careful with sharp and pointy objects like razors and scissors. Interesting set of photos of the guy and the car. One long hair. Weird. You are well stocked. That’s one really good looking meal. Chines pork bellies. Interesting.
A mornin’ Sir!
I think that Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Shaking Shaun and Dizzy Dennis, have joined forces, have formed an alliance, where they exchange information to each other about the optimum time to attack. Usually when I’m taking something out of the oven, shaving or on the stepladder? Give them credit, their getting more accurate all the time. (Hahaha!)
I’ve got to get to grips with these blank periods, I am going to email the Doctor, and ask if I can go to see her about things. Despite her insisting I still have to isolate. If things stay the way they are, and unexpected not known about food keeps getting delivered, I’ll be selling food and lowering it down from the balcony to the buyers.
The Chinese belly pork was so moorish.
Taketh care, all the bestest to the clan.
Cheers, Sir.
Thanks for the kind reportage on that red car, kind Sir! I shall update the car-color database forthwith. I also noticed a red car in one of the following photographs. How could red cars become unexpectedly rare? Could be a red thread in there somewhere methinks.
Speaking of red threads, I quite enjoyed “the search for a watch” coverage. Once again, the lost item was able to sneak off into a niche in the space-time continuum. I was holding up hope that the elusive watch might turn up among the Amazon or Iceland orders 🙂
Moral of the story: Watch the watch!
Ah, the reds!
Watch the watch? Hahaha! I daren’t take it of now, the scallywag will only hide again if I do!
Mind you, I have to peel it off in a morning to have a wash, cheap semi-plastic imitation leather strap, you know. Don’t half stick.
I’m looking forward to being allowed out. But the figure from Beijing outbreak is worrying. Did the virus start there? It seems to be making a comeback – oh, dearie me!
Take care, mate.
A reasonable amount of caution goes a long way when dodging the invisible critters, as I understand it. The virus very much prefers gaining access via the nose or mouth, a mask is worth the bother methinks. When out and about I make it a habit to avoid unmasked people, particularly those who signal reproach at mask-wearers. “The virus hates masks much” is my motto 🙂 Today I am staying away from Tulsa, Oklahoma, where Trump is holding a reelection rally. Tulsa is 750 miles from here, a safe social distance?
Wuhan, home of the original virus, is 1100 miles away from Beijing, where the latest Coronavirus was found.
Take care too, mate!
Your wisdon an invisible critters, maked terribly good sense, Sir.
Reading ‘those who signal reproach at mask-wearers’, indicatates fings are the same over there as here. Sadly. So many ‘Just carry on as usual Herbert’s’ about in Sherwood.
The 750 miles, should just about be safe, Bill.
Your intelligenceski comes to the fore again. Sir. Re-the distance twixt Beijing and Wuhan. Did I get it wrong again? I wouldn’t be surprised. Hahaha!
Please conitnue with your BZSFP. (Bill Siegler’s-Safety-First Policy, congratulations.
I hope (I think I might have mentioned this earlier, but still), to get permission to get out and about this Monday, from the quack.
Go forth with care, Billum.