The TFZ Trio ♥
Sunday 1st November 2020
Italiano: Domenica 1 Novembre 2020
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 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.
I got the jammy-bottoms and thin shirt along with a couple of woolly bobble-hats,
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 got the mixture ready to go in Josies cheesy-buttered spuds.
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
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!
Then I concentrated of getting the Sunday Lunch for Madam served up. And this week’s
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 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…
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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.
It lay there, looking at and challenging me to dare try to eat it! For some reason, Quatermass came into my mind. Hahaha!
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!
Chili con carne has a wide range of cookabilitilizationing. You can burn it, drop it, stomp on it, do most anything to it and it still tastes great and keeps you going. That was a right decent looking breakfast.
Cheers, Tim.
Just started feeling bad again, dizzies loss of concentration. Going to have bacomn and tomatoes, and sit and do nothing, try to get some rest methinks,
Not good.
Cheers, all the best to everyone.
Noting wrong with doing nothing.
Okay this morning again. Confusing me this is. Then again, I’m so confusable, so… Hahaha!
TTFNski, Sir.
I think you will relate to “State of Confusion: by the Kinks: https://youtu.be/KnHw_1h0-fE
Hi, Tim.
I vaguely recalled this song. I got a Not Available sign to the link, but searched and got it here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqnepFg–L4
I enjoyed this, took me back to the days when I was alive, frisky and healthy. Hahaha¬
Cheers, mate.
This morning, I was using my right toe as a flotation device — the object: move Lisa’s oxygen line a tad to the left. Not thought of at the time: the edge of a bookcase leaped forward to thwart this plan. The short of it: a toe-stubbing and a half, Stubb’s Stub. No bone breakage but I expect purpling by morning.
c’est la vie, mon ami.
Dang it, Billum! I felt that for you, I know it doesn’t help, but still!
Thanks for the kindness, kind Sir! It is much appreciated. Still tender, but on the mend — I take extra special care when passing by a door jamb. Hahaha!
🙂
The nurse um lady, female, gorgeous sweetheart, said she could see me puttiong oput my right arm when I neared the WC and other doorways… she pouinted out the futility, if Nicidemus’s neurotransmitter were off line, I wouldn’t feel i to send a message to the brain, so still walk into it? I’m still working on understanding that, Billum,. but I’m going to get there! (He says).
A wise move, taking care, Sir!
Nicodemus is not one who takes advice, methinks. Somehow, I think that Nico would take advantage and stub your hand into that fell door jamb, then would send you reeling to meet said door jamb with your right shoulder. ‘demus is likely intercepting messages before your brain can read them. Nicodemus — Trickster. Beware and take care!!!
And move wisely, Sir!
By gum, that were well worked out, Billimski!
I fang-you! (A.Askey)