Inchcock – Sun 1st Nov 20: A burnt, then dropped, and salvaged, resurrected Chilli-Con-Carne – but it tasted fantastic!

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Sunday 1st November 2020

Italiano: Domenica 1 Novembre 2020

00:45hrs: I woke, feeling somewhat cold and in need of a wee-wee. (There’s a surprise, Hahaha!) I dismounted the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner, with relative ease this morning, too. Grabbed Metal Mickey (The four-pronged walking stick) and over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) for an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee.

Washed, and decided not to do the Health Checks or medication-taking until later. I opted to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and get on with updating the Saturday blog. As I was making the mug of Punjana, I had a visit from an ailment that has been so good to me lately, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and she was persistent, and violent with it this morning. This got the memory-box kicked into gear; I seem to remember her waking me up a few times overnight. I hope it’s not a bad sign.

As I returned to the computer, I managed to hit my right shoulder against the door frame, and my resistentialism came to the fore, as to the frame I swore! Hehehe! I pressed on, and got the updating of the Saturday blog completed, despite Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS trying to interrupt me. Humph! Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I sent it off to WordPress. I emailed the link. Pinterested some bits. Then did the Facebook updating. Then visited the WP Reader section. Some brilliant photography in blogs today.

I got the kettle on again, and I had to hobble to the Porcelain Throne, rather swiftly. So painful again, but not messy and all over in a trice.

Took the tea with me, and back onto the computer. Made a start on this blog, and then made up another template for Monday. Had to graphics as well, Tsk! It’s all go here!

I made a late breakfast of sorts. Surami sticks, a bag of salt & vinegar crisps and oven-warmed part-baked brown baguette; sliced it, and generously dolloped some Marmite in it. Matron Jackie would be proud of me trying to have breakfasts. Or not!

Hello, here’s Throne-Trip number two, off to the wet room! That was a little easier, but far from pain-free. Hey-Ho! But the PMAD (Post-Micturition After Dribble) from Little Inchie, took that long to finish, I had a go at the crossword puzzle. Blurblecrups!

I went on the ‘Your Area’ Email, but a distinct lack of Coronavirus figures found? A lot about the new lockdown rules from Mind Prinister, though. Being in the High-Risk Category, as most of the tenants, apart from the younger ones, I imagine, so the rules will basically, make no difference to me.

Almost time to get the Ablutions tended to, now, and this should give me time to get Josie’s meal prepared afterwards.

As I made my way to the wet-room, I noticed the Health Check things lying untouched on the flat clothes airer. I must get them done afterwards.

I got the jammy-bottoms and thin shirt along with a couple of woolly bobble-hats, soaking in the sink bowl.

At last, off to the wet-room. At least the Ablutionalisationing went well for a change. A few minor dropsies, nothing too serious injury-wise. Thew ankle-ulcer wasn’t even itching let alone hurting today.

I think I’ve mastered it now. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that and tempted fate?

Doing the medicating, I dropped the Germoloid tube and went down to retrieve it, getting my wrist caught up with the other things that have been laying down there awaiting rescue from days ago, and the metal leg on the seat raiser. Hey-ho, not to fret!

I got the mixture ready to go in Josies cheesy-buttered spuds.

Then I got dressed and put the two hats on the stand-up airer, with the towel. Then I washed, rung and hung the jammies and shirt, and put them on hangers above the kitchen sink to drip-dry.

Then got Josie’s nosh prepared. I long job, not as easy as it used to be, but at least SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley was no bother at that moment.

I did the belated Health Checks, the ear mended by Nurse Jackie ear thermometer was still working, despite my having used it. Hehehe! And a higher reading by a smidge this time, 36.2°c!

The flipping SYS was still too high, mind. I still can’t understand how whenever a nurse take the BP; it’s always ‘Okay’?

Then I concentrated of getting the Sunday Lunch for Madam served up. And this week’s treat was smoked haddock, a smoked haddock fish ball (cake) as well, with the usual trimmings, oh some baby carrots for a change.

This photo on the right is an old one; because when it came to me finding time to upload the pictured I’d taken today, along with another photo of the burnt leg (story to follow later), both had dissolved into the ether from the SD card, again! Grrr!

I duly felivered it… or I should say, delivered it, to Josie’s door, but was for the first time, late getting there, 6 minutes late, at 12:06hrs. Oh, the shame! The smoked haddock fishcake got her dubious, “What’s that’ she asked prodding it. I had to smile as I told her. Bless her; she even said I was early this week, and it’s the very first time I’d been late? But I fully understand and grasp the situation, just about all of us here are memory challenged in our old age, I certainly am! Haha!

I tried to make a Template on CorelDraw, well, I tried, but my concentration had gone two-sheets to the wind suddenly. Not being up to doing a template, I made just one page top graphic on CorelDraw for tomorrows IT (Inchcock Today).

I had to give up. I checked the Emails before going on the comments section, and one had come in from Ohio, no, Utah… or, America from Billumski’s better-half, Lisa. I struggled a bit to read the message and was answering it when…

  • I smelled something burning, a mild panic gripped me, and I hurried into the kitchen…
  • Gave me a sharp toe-stubbing in my hurry…
  • Found that the Chilli as well scorched and congealed in the saucepan…
  • And Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed on my. I dropped the bloody saucepan!
  • The contents partially came out, luckily it was solidified with my burning it, so only a small dollop landed on my ankle, but it stuck there like glue!
  • I kicked off the offending lump of hot chilli, and after the use of some bad language, well, terrible really it was…
  • I got some kitchen towel, not much liquid, most of it had coagulated, and I hit Cartilage Cathy’s little finger against the edge of the counter, and the pain did start!
  • To be added to, by Back-Pain-Brenda by the time I’d bent down several times to clean up the mess!
    • NOT ONE OF MY BETTERER MOMENTS!

I did complete the email reply to Lisa, hope she got a laugh out of it when I told her of my cataclysmic cock-up! Laugh? I had to afterwards, but didn’t at the time!

I think I can save what’s left of the meal in the pan, and make some gravy and add it to it, so it’s at least semi-edible.

I decided to have a check on any comments come in before getting the fodder salvaged.

After much faffing about, guesswork and effort, I got the rescued Chilli-Con-Carne served up.

It lay there, looking at and challenging me to dare try to eat it! For some reason, Quatermass came into my mind. Hahaha!

It was so thick and burnt that there was not a single drop of juice dropped from spoon or fork! When I dipped the first slice of the Irish Soda bread into the mixture, the bread crumbled as it was pushed down into the thick, gooey, resistant, but: Oh, so tasty, regravied Chilli mix. I had to shove the broken bits of bread in the chilli, with the fork to allow it to soak some of the leather-like Bisto in!

Boy, it was one of the tastiest nosh’s I’ve ever had! A Flavour Rating of 9/10 for this one! Although, obviously, there will have to be repercussion from Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Brian’s Bowels, and possibly other areas?

At that time, I wasn’t bothered in the slightest. I’d had a meal to savour, relish and enjoy. And I did! Then got the pots to soak in the sink, with the sad-looking layered in gravy and chilli, saucepan.

After which, I got down in the c1968 recliner, feet up on the chair, got up for a wee-wee, back in the chair, and it didn’t take long for me join Sweet Morpheus, with a happily contented, rumbling stomach to accompany me, off into the land of nod. Ahhh!