Inchcockski – Sunday 6th September 2020: Superabundant Kodak camera problems, but Sweet Morpheus was not denied!

TFZers in the ‘Cool-It-Cabin’

Sunday 6th September 2020

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 6 Sultain 2020

04:00hrs: After a miserable three-hours kip, I woke, with draughts coming in through the new balcony door, and making my shiver a tad. Nowt to be done about it, Warden Deana has reported the sliding door either coming off of the runner or about to collapse, to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance department. The door cannot be closed or locked either. Tsk!

I got a bit off-track there, (Like the balcony door), Humph! I rose to my feet in for me, a sprightly fashion, and as I was grabbing Metal Micky (Four-pronged walking stick) the need for a wee-wee arose, swiftly followed by a call to the Porcelain Throne! So, off to the wet room. 

I got down on the plastic raised seat, and the wee-wee began trickling slowly, but persistently. Followed while still in motion, by a sharp, painful, ‘will-I-split-open’, evacuation! The damp thud as the product all in one gigantic torpedo clumped into the WC, I felt the water splash up, wetting my lower regions, and I removed my body from the seated position with haste, not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering. Haha!

It was only water, Phew! How the great dollop evacuated managed to go down in one flush, amazed me! I had a clean-up and applied some Germoloid to the rear quarters. When drying, I must have caught one of the furuncles and started it bleeding, of a brownish-red colour. So had to clean up again! Picklementisis! All sorted out, but still a smidge sore, I hobbled to the kitchenette and grabbed the new Kodak camera and took a snap of the messy, unkempt kitchen. The square photo that it took, was disappointing, so I changed the setting and tried again. The second pone came out in the new dimensions, but it didn’t look as good. I wonder what I did wrong?

I got the kettle on, then used the Nikon to take a snap of the morning view. Gawd, the wind was a cold one that blew in when I opened the window. Cor, blimey!

I put some potatoes to marinate in the small crock-pot, with some fish vinegar/sauce.

Using the stick thermometer, I got a decent temperature reading, of 34.°7c, a lot better than of late.

I had a go at changing the Kodak settings. And what a kerfuffle it was getting it even understood, let alone doing the changes.

After a long time, and frustrations aplenty, I got the date and time changed. But the dang  Microsoft photo Gallery, was putting the pictures in the  June 2020 folder? At least I’d got the date altered, even if it was of no use or advantage to me. Grungrungrun!

I then tried to change the photo size, what a farce that was, with my Numberphobia, I guessed, and it came out rightish, but far too large?

After much mayhem, failings and self-recrimination, I gave up!

Well, it seemed the logical thing to do at the time, I was going bonkers!

Anyway, I took another Kodak picture, from the computer chair, at least the shape was right, just lucky, I’d not got the foggiest idea what I was doing, apart from messing everything up, that is.

I think the Kodak is cupboard bound. Until I can get someone who knows what they are doing to help me out.

Did a decent job for once, of updating the Saturday blog. Then I made an Iceland and Morrison order for next week. And it was time for the ablutionalisationing.

The session went alright, in fact, it went well, up until the getting medicated and getting dressed!

I cleared the top of the floor cabinet again, with the towel while drying. And it took me yonks to find where the Germaloid tube had fallen to. Somehow it ended up on the floor behind the WC, and it got wedged between a disinfectant and bleach bottle. Humph!

The nasty incident was, as one might expect, with the lethal, nasty, vicious, finger-trapping-bruising-blistering and blood-letting Sock-Glide-Gladys!

I came out of the fight, losing badly today. Bruised knees, cut and squashed finger, and a stubbed toe! I don’t care how cold it is tomorrow, I refuse to commit myself to such risk again! Damned thing!

Still, only one cut shaving, one showerhead dropping, which missed the feet and toes, and an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but I didn’t go over! Quite cheered me up that!

I got the hand-washing done, rung and hung. A long sleeve t-shirt, pair of socks, and the bath towel. All in coathangers drying above the sink!

The wee-wees returned after the laundry was finished, and kept up for hours. Two or three barely a trickle, then the odd one like a torrent down a Mountain stream! This pattern stayed with me until the evening?

I checked on Josie’s nosh cooking, and made up three black rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute room, As I was coming out of the room, it was as if someone had turned on the dreaded, annoying, piss-taking ‘Hum’!

I got on with serving up Josie’s nosh, got it plated and on the tray. I was well-pleased with low the cheesy potatoes had come out. I’d added the usual Leicester cheese and sea salt, I added a knob of butter, chives, onions and chives from the spring onions. LAst of the fresh garden peas, boneless smoked mackerel fillers, Surami sticks, gherkins, and tomatoes. A strawberry and cream mousse, and low-calorie chocolate noughat bar, and a can of pink Gin and hit.

Got it delivered dead on time again, (as chefs go, I’m not too bad).

When I got back inside the apartment, the scene from the balcony had brightened up a bit, so I went out and opened the right-hand side window, the one with the spring-metal clip that needs pushing and pulling at the same time to open it. My Sock-Glide-Gladys injured middle finger, now has the Spring-Clip-Opener-Ossie bruised digit for company.

I thought it was almost a real-life copy of a Turner photograph. (Well, maybe not, then) But I thought it was a grand view, even with no sunshine.

While I was out there, with finger bleeding, I thought I’d take a picture of the car park at the end of Chestnut Walk. (Billumski in Ohio, see that, 3 black and Red pap-paps today)

As I was busy cutting my finger on the metal spring cli[p again closing the window, I spotted that the Woodthorpe Ankle-Snappers park was open and in use. So I opened the glass window with the lethal spring clip, again.

(I know no fear! Ahem! Hehe!)

I do love it around here when the grass is green! But I also love it when I can get out for a while. I’m not going to let yesterdays cock-ups, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops get me down. I plan on going out in the morning to town, going in to see the girls in the Poundland shop and come back on the bus again. Of course, that depends on how I feel at the time, like. Oh, Botherations! I just checked the calendar to see when the INR blood test is due, and it’s not on. So, I got the last Result and dosage ticket, and blow me, the date of the next Vampire visit, had been cut off when I opened the letter! Wot a Cu… curiously thick twit!

Did a few hours of updating this post, and the weariness dawned. So, I’d better get the meal sorted out while I am able.

A worthy 7.5/10 for taste. I got the pots washed, took the evening tablets and got down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner.

Sweet Morpheus came quickly. And I slept through four unbroken hours, without any wakings or calls for wee-wees! Great!

4 thoughts on “Inchcockski – Sunday 6th September 2020: Superabundant Kodak camera problems, but Sweet Morpheus was not denied!

  1. You would think that these dumb smart Internet of things (IOT) would know what the freaking times and dates are. Especially for you. You sit on Greenwich Meantime which is the default time for freaking all of IOT. You got some decent photos. Josie’s meal looks fab, and your meal was well arranged and good looking as well.

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    • Thanks, Timothy.
      No wonder I get all confused, Sir. The IOT are lacking in, er.. erm… sense?
      Hehe!
      The Nikon, is at last getting easier to use, but I can’t find a macro option, there is one on the Kodak, if I can remember how to find it again. Don’t laugh, please, but it is for close-up shots, isn’t it? Will it be of any use for me with the shakes and shivers, to try it out?
      Cheers, Sir, TTFNski.

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  2. “not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering” is certainly a Sherlockian conundrum, and something the Tate Gallery might want to include in an Inchcock exhibit. They might have to expand exhibit space to accommodate the scope.
    I like seeing that balance of red to black vehicles. Is that a white vehicle peeking out in the corner? Intriguing, innit?

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    • The damned Tate, I can’t understand why they ain’t interested in my art work. bodily or otherwise, Billumski! The Swine! They’s probably need a gallery on its own to get the full picture, though. Hahaha!
      I’ll have a peek later forthe white car Sir, I’d be no good at spot the differences puzzles.
      Fare thee well, Sir.

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