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Wednesday 4th November 2020
Swahili: Jumatano Novemba 4, 2020
00:20hrs: I woke, wanting the standard, as is to be expected nowadays, wee-wee. Extracting my scarily-flobby, Brobdingnagian-sized, stomached-body from the warmth of the second-hand, pre-owned, £300, c1968, recliner, was a little more difficult this morning. I had a visit from Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) at the same time. Which caused some difficulty in gaining my balance, not to mention the agony… oh, I did mention it! Hehehe!
Once I started hobbling to the wet room, things eased off a smidge, although I did clout my elbow against the door, it was only a trivial, half-hearted affair. Nae bothers, no bruises, no bleeding at all. Nothing, to a brave-hero type, and stalwart like wot I am. Ahem!
When I’d finished the surprisingly-spirited wee-wee, I washed and returned to the recliner, to check for any signs of nocturnal nibblings that needed cleaning up, and or pens, pencils, spoons, spectacles, hearing aids, batteries or tablets that had been dropped. (It does happen regularly!)
As I walked to look between the chairs for escaped objects… ARGH!
I trod (bare-footed of course, it had to be, didn’t it) on what belt like t tin-tack or ball-bearing! By Gawd, it made me smart, wince and mutter an oath silently! See the p[itcure of the offending item on the right? I’ll tell you the story: Weeks ago, no, months ago now, I managed to sit watching the TV, and to pod some fresh peas into the saucepan. (I did report this on the Inchcock Today). The amazing thing about this day was that I only dropped one pea! But I could not find it and gave up the search. Now, here it appears again, rock-solid, and on the carpet in front of the recliner? I mused over how this could be, and came to a conclusion, it was fell either in the stomach fold or the belly button, and I’d been carrying it around with me until this morning when I got up, and it fell out… No, no, that’s too far fetched! Or, it had fallen on the quilt and hybernated there… No, not that either, cause I washed the quilt a fortnight ago?
It will have to go down, and be blames on the ghosts, spirits, spectres, wraiths, apparitions. Phantasms, departed-souls, eidola, bogies, hallucinations, materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, kehuas, manifestations, vampires, zombies, hobgoblins, succubi, grotesqueries, urchins, scapegraces, or alien lambs of the devil, that seem determined to enforce and watching me get confused, worried and crumbling into a 
mental wreck? But, maybe not.
At long last, I got on with the Health Checks. The no contact thermometer showed 32.7°c, the ear-hole on, 34.1°c.
I keep doing this using them both; I think in vain and silly hope the contact-free Amazon bought one might suddenly come good and work right? Why? I am a fool!
I go the Boot’s sphygmomanometer into use, next. The SYS had gone back up a little.
A sudden and needy call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. No hesitation was shown, I hobbled to the wet room and got down on the Throne, remembering the knee-raiser to use. What a 
cracking session! Quick, only discomfort, no real pain at all! Not a sign of any bleeding, and to top up the miracle, no mess!
These Dioctyl stool softeners take a while to work, built they are effective, now!
It was a slow, frustrating job; various ailments seemed to be taking in turn to give me some bother. But hey, that’s much better than them ganging up at the same time. Hours later, I got the updating finished, and the Tuesday post sent off. Emailed the link. Pinterested some photos. Updated the Facebooking and visited the Winwood Heights pages.
The landline flashed, it was Matron Jackie. She was with the Doctor, and asked how I was, and about the dizzies and walking into things. After a discussion, she asked if she could get the Doctor to arrange some specialist examinations. Bless Her! I agreed, of course.
I rang off and then, I thought I’d ring Deana, about ringing the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, to see if they are going to let me down again and leave me without any medications. But, the landline was dead! Recorded messages kept coming and repeating from Alarm Alert box “Your telephone is disconnected”… Oh, dearie me!
I got some black bags made up and took them to the waste chute. THen went down in te elevator to go and see Deana.
The top picture of the lobby entrance on my way out; looked like this one, later I lightened a copy so the unfinished electrics and holes in the wall and ceilings could be seen betterer. Hehe!
I hobbled up to Winwood Court and the Wardens holding-cell. She knew about the Virgin (It had to be them!) lines being down, and Virgin had told her everyone had had a letter telling them it was going down today. I hadn’t and many other tenants as well. We had a natter, and I forgot all about asking her to ring the chemist for me. Tsk!
I got back and carried out the ablutions. It went well today!
I got back and concentrated on my blogging, but it wasn’t easy. Hours later, the 
weariness came over me. I must remember the Dentist in the morning. I’ll leave a note for myself; I’ll do it now! Done!
I took a photo of the park play area behind the flats I was using the Kodak. It wasn’t a very good one.
Then made another effort of the end car park. That wasn’t so good either, Tsk!
Dang Kodak camera!
I had a quick look at the Your Area email magazine.
Found some bits relating to the Coronavirus figures, not that I understood them all. Getting awfully tired and beginning to lose my concentration, now!
I got up to check on the chilli-con-carne, it was alright, just needed a stirring, and went to wash my hands, and the dammed Dizzy Dennis had me over! Fell against a plastic bin, thus saving ant serious injury that was lucky
, but I’ll need a new waste bin now.
But it doesn’t bother me in the least. Pickleglobknobs! Boulderclumps! Brunglebogs!, Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! Skullclogglebonks! Kluggledanks! Klunglefrazzles! Grangleclogs Expuslivications! Puggleclumpdimwit! Flagtoggles! Gragnangles! Grogglebonksworth, Granglesbognessbuggerit! Criggleblogglesworthisms! Grumblemoanski! Knackwrangles! and Schluberdubersnarl! Turned off the computer, and got the nosh sorted.
Ate nosh, and nodded off.
All the photographs I took after this, I attempted to put on the computer in the morning. But, I failed miserably… these are the picklement snips from Windows. I just cannot get any photographs on at all.
I’m pretty low and depessed now!
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Now I’m miffed, lost, puzzled, angry, feeling sorry for myself, frustrated and have had enough!
In need of help with this, but lock-down prevents anyone calling to assist me! Humph!
E drive? So that’s your memory card from your camera? It looks very confusing. While all the contents are probably lost, you can put the card back in the camera, format it in the camera. If the card is good it will format and the computer should read it again. If the card has gone bad, then the camera probably can’t read it either. Memory cards do go bad after while. Either way it’s definitely worth crying and cursing over. And your phone got disconnected? You are in a fine fix with technology. You still got some got photos up.
I tried the other two cards as well, Tim, same messages. The camera tells me its fine, well, ‘No Problems with this card’.
Well peeved now, just before I have to go to the dentists as well. No point in taking any photos now.
Cheers, Sir.
Sounds like you need a new card reader. Are you using a built in reader or a USB reader? If it’s a built in card reader those fail also. A USB card reader be what you need.
E-Driove is the card reader in the compter. I’ve got two others I and F, none of them are working either.
Grrr!
as I mentioned you may need a USB card reader.
I remember reading about that single pea, knowing that it was not under a circa1968 cushion — you would have noticed immediately in that event. You may have been kicking it about without realizing, a kind of football play perhaps — its surface may have smoothed gradually until becoming as smooth as a ball bearing, possibly as hard as a diamond. My foot once met a bead that rolled away from Lisa’s crafting — smarted smartly it did. 🙂
Wishing you better E: drive encounters with a USB card reader, Sir!
Speaking of Covid, the other day the US had 114,000 cases in a single 24-hour period. Hasn’t made much news though, all attention is on voting events.
So ist das Leben, oder?
A fine Friday to you!
Ah, a fellow-smartingner on objects small, hard and circular? Hehe!
Merci mon ami, the reader wprked this morning, but a fear reamains embedded in my confidence, Sir.
A red car report on the IT, by the way.
It’s amazing from what I’ve read, this election is of more interest than death, then? Proof, of delcine in humanity.
Mind you, Pavement Cyclists who are too scared to use the road, so put old gits in danger instead, test mine! Humph!
I.m glad you wished me a fine Friday, fundamentally speaking, it was reassuring that I’d got the day right.
Come think of it, belatedly, the bead was probably more painful to tread on, than me pea. Just a thought.
All the bestest to you both and remember whatthe used to say: When its wet, Aspro keeps you dry! Not the foggiest who or why they said it, but my Dad I trcall thought it was funny? An old radio comedian perhaps?
TTFNski, Billum.
The data available in real time on the internet is astounding, it demonstrates just how profoundly split the electorate has become. The patterns established in 2016 still define the stark divisions along geographical and urban/rural bounds. Lisa and I are located precisely at the intersection between three States: Ohio, Kentucky, and Indiana. All three are red states (Republican). But it is home, that makes all the difference. We’re only a couple miles away from my maternal grandparents, who are now in the cemetery about 100 yards from us.
Getting the day right is something I also pride myself in knowing (sometimes). By the by, it is still Friday here, unless I am quite mistaken tomorrow should be Saturday. Hahaha 🙂
Speaking of Aspro keeping us all dry, I remember advertising jingles from the 1950s. Actually, I often listen to old radio programs from the 30s, 40s, and 50s — including vintage commercials for healthy cigarettes and such. 🙂
TTFNski, Sir Inch.
It’s all beyond me the electioneering lark. I thought ours was complicated, but not a patch on yours.
The troops on active service, when I was in anyway, had ciggies and rum sent to them when on R&R. Nowadays, I don’t know… then then again, there’s a lot I dont’t know now, or have forgotten. Hey-Ho!
I’ve just checked on the Google calendar, Billumski, yes, it’s Saturday.
Journalism is nearly a lost art. Thoughtful rigorous debates as well. Amazing how low the bar has dropped.
I shall now place a checkmark at Saturday on the refrigerator calendar. Good on Google 🙂
According to the BBC news, rumblings of resentment are lingering, are they not?
Oh, dear!