TFZer, Nancy Performing! ♥
Tuesday 29th September 2020
Spanish: Martes 29 de Septiembre de 2020
Well, the results were most pleasing this time, SYS right down to 137, well down on yesterdays!
On to the computer, originally I had high hopes for getting something productive done today, but the warning from my EQ has soured my enthusiasm and faith a soupçon. I got one graphic done, and went on the updating of yesterday’s post. Hours later, I’d got it just about finished, needing only some deep-editing, and checking and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, off to the wet room, I poddled. Arthur Itis’s knees were being kind to me this morning, just thought I’d mention it, like.
I hope the dearer toilet rolls; when they arrive, will be considerably larger and broader than these big rolls are. Still, it didn’t matter so much now, with the return of Constipation Conrad, taking back control of the bowel movements, or lack of actions! And back to the computer.
The broken tooth gave me a lot of hassle, dropped the brush twice (Thanks to Shirley!), and shaving produced two nicks, and a clouted elbow when I went to retrieve the dropped razor!
Another Silver-Lining Search result: The legs and feet, were looking in fine fettle! Pale, yes, but they always are nowadays.
A few things were missing, but at least they didn’t give any unwanted substitutes. I can live with this. The butter is getting low in the fridge, but nae bother, I’ve got some on order from Sainsbury’s to come on Wednesday If they do that is!) More worrying at this precise moment, is the tingling in the right-hand finger-ends. It’s making typing very difficult. I put it down to Nicodemus’s failing neurotransmitters. Mind you; SSS is having a bash at me again as well. Seems like the ailments are working up for a mass attack! Even Anne Gyna is giving the odd bit of stabbing pains. I like to take this opportunity to thank Arthur Itis, for being so calm, cheers, Arthur!
The lad put the bags into the hallway for me. It must have been a shock to him when he saw me appear as I opened the front door. I slipped the lad a can of bevvy, by way of thanks.
Hello, what’s this. A giant bag of Walkers crisps. How had I ordered that at first, I thought it might be a substitute for some Frazzles, but not according to the email I got from Iceland? Of course, it has been known for Nicodemus, and SSS to make me order the wrong things, many a time. But I do not even like the flavours in this great bag of 24 packets!
I put them to one side, temporarily and got on with storing the other carrier bags of goods away.
I’m not even sure I meant to order any battered cod, or chicken whatever they are. These are going to be a struggle to get in the freezer; if indeed the food fits in at all!
I recall ordering the Cannelloni Ragû. It’s on special offer, a new product. It’s about time I treated myself to a ready meal again. No idea what it will taste like or what it is, though. I read
What a kerfuffle it was, trying to make room in the freezer.
I had to go through each drawer, rearranging things, taking stuff out of boxes to use less room, and I even had to dish some food, although it was out of date stuff. Ahem! Still, it’ll have to do. Tsk!
I saw the bit of butter left and crossed my fingers that Sainsbury’s don’t let me down on Wednesday, no that I can remember which butter I ordered. I recall not being able to make my mind-up between Anchor Spreadable, and a block of goat milk butter. I’ve never tried goat butter; I have a feeling I opted for the Anchor, to be on the safe side, at least I know I like that brand. But who knows!
I can lose it at times, you know. I was replying to Ohio’s Red Car Monitor Billumski on the comments. I came out with; ‘Confusion, which causes lackadaisicalness, can lead to a temporary loss of logicality, that often becomes a permanent feature’. Now that, to me was a Spike Milliganism what I came up with! But, do I get fame and fortune? No! Then again, Spike never got enough recognition, for his natural brilliant warped humour either.
A bit of a surprise when I saw how minuscule the sheets were. And only as wide as the big but very narrow ones, that I have to use now!
But they do seem a lot thicker, so I should avoid the old ‘Fingers-Through-To-The-Poo’ incidents,
I’m hoping so anyway. Har-har!
Hello, Herbert’s giving whatever he’s making some hammer now! Clunk, bang, bang, clunk, bang, bang… Kin-hell, give us a break mate!
Mad? Me? Yes!
Worried about the food thawing out, and no space in my freezer, I was at a loss. I tried ringing Iceland, but it was auto-answer, and I couldn’t understand what was being said.
I found the local Coronavirus figures for Nottingham, 7 days, up to 28th. Grim reading!
I pressed on and made a start on this blog, for hours. More mistakes and correcting time than producing. Grrr!
I put some fries in the oven and got the nosh checked in the saucepan. Doing nicely, turned the heat down to a minimum. I tooketh a wee-wee, a more potent one this time of the UDYAP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful) mode.
Eventually, the elevator arrived, no one in it, I got in and down to the ground floor lobby.
I made my way out, though the lobby doors,
I got into the apartment hallway, as I was fitting the three-wheeler-guide into the corner, I found myself being welcomed home with some more tap-tap, knock-knocking from Herbert, above. He’s been at it all day so far. Must be a Special train model he’s doing for someone.
I got the pots washed, took the evening medication and injection, and settled into the c1968, rickety recliner. I spent a few hours of, repeatedly drifting off, and waking with a jump every time, as Neuropathic Pete kept jerking the right leg. Humph!
Great looking vitals. Almost normal on everything. You are well stocked with about everything. Plus extra you didn’t order. Thankfully, Angel Jenny saved the day for you and Iceland. Your meal looks like it should have been better than your rating.
Morning, Tim, hope all well your end, mate.
The Iceland bread rolls were like cardboard. All those flavourings and it still tasted bland (Or I’ve got a mild case of Corona, that’s disabled my taste-buds?) I’ve another can in the cupboard, some Squid vinegar will go into that one, for sure. Hehe!
My Grammarly spell-checkers Tone-Detector, just told me I have just written in a Friendly and Joyful tone!
NCH repairs, blood vampire, and more food arriving today!
TTFNski, all the best.
Grammarly is pretty good for catching typos, but it actually has problems in grammar. But it’s nice you are friendly and joyful this morning. Nice your vampire is dropping by.
I like the idea of Gammarly, Timothy. But, it keeps stopping working and coming back. With how things are now with the fingers and Nicodemus, it is invaluable when it works. A bit like me. Hahaha!
Had a dream that I recalled a bit of last night, black cats, dozens of them, I bet Cyril, Lady, Gwendolyn and Glenda were in there somewhere.
TTFNski
Hi Mr. Inchcock
I wonder and I know you must wonder what Herbert is doing up there. Does no one know?
Could be building a rocket ship.
Take care.
Chris
Haha!, amornin’ Sir, so pleased to hear from you, I hope all is well.
The ‘Management’ tell me that “Herbert makes model trains for Charity, he is a wonderful man, and perfectly entitled to persue his hobby, so let’s have no complaints about the noise!”
But yout idea of the rocket-making cheers me up, gives me hope he may use it. Hehehe!
I had considered taking up a hobby of learning to playing the euphonium, but that wouldn’t be fair to the other tenants.
Har-har!
Having a crossword book handy is most helpful when waiting interminably for elevators, queues, office visits… Of course, completing the crossword o’ the day at the porcelain throne? — an interest that Lisa, Billumski, and Sir Inchcock share. 🙂
Spike Milliganisms are also useful when pondering mysteries involving red cars.
Lackadaisicalnesses brought on by confusions bring on logicality losses of varying duration, doncha know? Hahaha 🙂
Cheers!
Quite right about the crosswords, Sir. A shared addiction and time filler-inner!
Aha, A red care conundrum, as RCAA chair personage, a perplexity well explained.
Lackadaisicalnesses, ah… the reson old age was granted. Haha!
A “time filler-inner” — filling in the space within the crossword squares.
Erm…
— insert drum roll) —
The time-space continuum.
Hahahaha — a conundrum/perplexity solved by the RCAA chair personage.
With several helpings of Lackadaisicalnesses
Fank you, fank you!!
Dear, RCAA Mogul & Magnate, sir,
Haha! Drum roll sent!