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Thursday 15th October 2020
Scots Gaelic: Diardaoin 15 Dàmhair 2020
I hastily hauled my wobbly heavily-stomach ladened body from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, got Metal Micky (four-pronged walking stick) and off to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Again it had been well-used, so after taking the pathetic, weak, wee-wee, that started with a flourish, but almost immediately died down to a few dribbles (Tsk!), I took the bucket with me to the wet-room, for cleaning and sanitising, after the throne session is finished.
But, I was wary of this bit of good fortune, I usually pay for getting into any form of near contentedness or gratification, in some way. So I was cautious doing the cleaning up and medicationing by going through the two doorframes to the kitchen, with trepidation and expectancy of the next Accifauxpa or Whoopsiedangleplop. But I got through them both safely, without any toe stubbings, hitting my right shoulder against the wooden frame, and without a single loss of balance or Dizzy Dennis bother!
When it came to the medications, of course, there were no Omperasole capsules, with me taking it last night to ease Duodenal Donald’s attack. Still, it seemed to work; he was nowhere near as bothersome this morning.
Back on the graphics, and the internet failed again. I’m getting fed up to the back teeth with this!
It might be getting more flared-up if that’s the word.
Internet down again, so I nipped out on the balcony and took some pictures from different angles.
The clouds were patchy and low, but they rose and thickened beautifully later. I received an Email from Morrisons.
There’s never a break from changes to confuse old farts like me! Grigglegonks! By the time I’d worked out that I didn’t know what they were talking about, the clouds had grown in the beautiful sky, and I tried to take the photos and present them, so they show a little more significant this time, four again, left to right, this time.
More Emails came in, and I had a look at the latest ‘In Your Area’ e-magazine, for owt of interest. Here’s some I found.
- Police officers slapped eight students with fines totalling some £1,600 for hosting illegal parties across Nottingham city centre. The parties took place early on Tuesday, October 13, in an apartment in the Marco Island high-rise in Brook Street, as well as another in the Litmus Building in Huntingdon Street and one within a house in Johnson Road, Radford. Good!
- Nottingham’s public health director has warned there is “no doubt” the city will be pushed into the stricter Tier 3 lockdown banding if the spiralling infection rate does not slow soon. Her message comes as the city and county recorded almost 1,000 new cases in the space of 24 hours up to October 14. The infection rate in the city remains well ahead of anywhere in England, even Liverpool, which has been forced into stricter lockdown as acute care beds are filled almost to capacity.
- Almost 1,000 new coronavirus cases have been recorded across Nottinghamshire in the past 24 hours, Public Health England data shows.
I made a brew of tea, Glengettie Gold, and took the Dioctyl, Fentanyl, and Nirontine. The evening ones will have to be taken later tonight, or I will not be able to stay awake for the Sainsbury’s order coming.
I’m already fighting back the eyelids desire to close. Hehe!
So as it was getting darker now, I went out on the balcony again to take the now broody-looking clouds with the Kodak and the Nikon cameras.
I forgot which settings I had the Kodak ones on, but all the Nikon were in Aperture Priority mode. Hope I won’t sicken you with all the cloud photo
I had a look at the latest Your Area Email—advice on the new legislation and the local
Oh, dearie me!
I was getting more tired by the second, and the mind of in a bit of a muddle, I was convinced it was Friday, and I had a moment or two of semi panicking when I checked the Calendar and things didn’t match up for Friday… I just felt a twit when I realised, and hoped that the intercom would work when the Sains.. no, Morrison delivery arrives, twixt 18:30>19:30hrs.
I got the evening medications in a pot ready for taking, and the potatoes that had been in the crock-pot for about eight-hours now were turned off. The wee-wees had dried up. Mind you; I think every one of the estimated 24 visits I made, were put together; they would fit in a tea mug! Tsk!
I phoned Jenny to see if she could use the Danish bread, as I didn’t want it to go to waste. She was interested, although she wanted to keep it for me in her freezer at first, that there is no room or chance of me making room in the foreseeable future.
I got a bag and added some of the Christmas cans and bottles, to sneak in as a treat and thank you, and out and down in the elevator, to Jenny and FRanks flat, pressed the bell, and back to the lift. What a job getting one back up again, I’ve no idea what was going on, but both lifts passed me by a few times? (Being so late in the day, we can now use the Contractors lift as they have long gone home).
I gave the meal a flavour-rating of 9/10! After digesting the feast, I nodded off, but unfortunately, jumped awake an hour or so later, without knowing why. Humph!