Inchcock: The ever-awaiting zemblanity pensioner – Thurs 17 Dec 20

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Thursday 17th December 2020

Welsh: Dydd Iau 17eg Rhagfyr 2020

00:15hrs: Yesterday’s short-lived, semi-confident, and spirit of a ‘Get-up-and-go’ nature, was replaced this morning, with a, well, how can I explain it? Erm… A sort of acquiescent, compliance, a type of passive acceptance of whatever would be thrown at me today? Certainly not any confidence, rather pliability… I’m sure I know the word I need, but it escapes me. Obviously, the concentration is not too good either.

With a mechanical-like, instinctual nature, I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, caught my balance, had a wee-wee in the overnight bucket, went and washed the hands, and found myself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on, then back to the main room and started the Health Checks.

As I got the thermometer out first, I realised that the few things I had done so far, had all been carried out almost automatically, no thinking about what, how or why I was doing them. I pondered over why this should be. I could not muster the interest, and I soon carried on with the Health Checks.

The SYS was high again, I must tell the Doctor if this continues for a few more days.

I got on with creating the Wednesday Trip out to Nottingham, blog. That took me a good few hours, but I enjoyed making it, with my humorous brand of sarcasm to the fore in the comments. Hahaha! I got it finished and posted off to WordPress, Emailed the link, then started to update the Wednesday Inchcock Diary.

So far into it, and I realised the number of wee-wees I kept stopping to take? They continued for the rest of the day, too! Made a brew of Glengettie, then pressed on and got the Diary all completed. After several more hours, three more mugs of tea and countless wee-wees.

Sent the blog off, emailed the link. And I went on Facebooking catch-up. With all the photos to get into the albums, this also took hours to get done. But I just plodded on with it. I think I was beginning to enjoy it, and a smidge of contentment was creeping into my psyche.

Time to get the Ablutions done. Not so many dropsies today! The shave produced only two tiny nicks on the chin. The showering had a few dropsies and only one bang against the hand-rail. But the highly cushioned, expanse of blubber around the midriff cushioned it well, although a bruise is developing now.

The only real struggle and battle were with the Sock-Glide again. It wasn’t really worth the effort of using it, but it was too cold to go without any socks on, so, needs musted! Argleboggle!

I tried the old Morrisons PPs today. Gawd they are thin! Later I made a funny-touch-up on the photo of the legs, adding a superfluous fig leaf, as Tim Price suggested. Hehehe!

Thinking over the Morrison let-downs and lousy substitutes, made me think about fodder and what to have for dinner later. Far too early to, but, I opted, to have The baked bean and cheese, and a beef pasty, potatoes or chips, garden peas, and a few of the tomatoes I’ve got left. Of course, knowing me, I’ll change my mind.

Got the ablutions done with, dressed and medicated.

The new third-time worn, brown trousers that are grey, supplied by Amazon and the belt broke already! Oy, Oy, Oy! Surely there must be someone else who leads a calamitous, disaster-prone, unlucky, Whoopsiedangleplop- filled life like wot I do? Maybe not. Humph! It’d be nice to converse with a fellow sufferer.

Then I started the handwashing. Not that there was much to do, another woolly hat, and the socks from yesterday.

I made another brew of Glengettie, I seem to be letting the mugs get cold.

The drilling and tapping noises seem to be all around today. I can hear them like yesterday, in the wet room and kitchen. Now from directly above the computer room. I think maybe Herbert was back at making his train models. Of course, it doesn’t bother me at all. Not in the slightest.

Hello, the sun’s trying to come out. I’ll nip and take some photos of it.

I diverted when I got to the unwanted, thick-framed, impossible to get at to be washed, created by an age intolerant, misanthrope, architect, who designed them this way so he could laugh at us old folk as we fall off of step-ladders need to reach to clean the or see out and down to check if the fire brigade, had arrived yet. Hahaha! Anyroad, I spotted that someone was suffering from a White-Van-Fleet attack! Poor devils!

The sun was doing its best to burst forth. A few minutes later, it broke through, with only the odd break when the small clouds uncovered the planet.

I made an order from Iceland. They are delivering in the morning nice and early. I hope not to need another Sainsbury order. I’ll see what slots they have available for later.

Whoops, no slots available. That’s the end of that idea, then. Can’t be helped.

Still no call for the Porcelain Throne today, yet?

Worrying innit? I fear a concrete torpedo is being manufactured in the innards, and it will be reluctant to move on the next visit… Assuming there will be one eventually? Oh, woe is me!

I had a gander at the local YourArea email magazine I’ve signed up for, to see what the latest Coronavirus figures were for Nottingham. It was not encouraging, again after the  Anti-Lockdown brigade, gang or bloblet of selfish personages had a march together with no masks on, and spreading the virus all over the place, we have an increase overall for the first increase in months, now, and we are being left in Tier Three restrictions!

Of to the Kitchenette to get the nosh arranged.

I took a shot of the sunshine having a last blast. The clouds were beautiful, close little puffers, and distant streaks.

I got the meal served up. It was not like I’d originally planned it to be. For various reasons, no tomatoes left, but I’ve got some coming from Iceland in the morning, providing they are not missing, or out of stock. I’ve run out as Garden peas as well, but I had some processed peas to use, (regrettably, they were horrible!) The planned parties of one cheese and onion, and a beef one, were delicious. The can of potatoes was passable, cause I added some soy sauce to flavour them up a twinge. Added some sauce to the processed peas as well, but that didn’t come out very well. Overall, a test rating of 7/10.

Got settled in the rickety recliner, in search of sleep. But no! Sweet Morpheus was denied me, by the Thought Storming that had a field day with me. What I didn’t worry about, feared, longed for, and was facilitating or regretting, went on for hours and hours.

Groggleknockers!

 

11 thoughts on “Inchcock: The ever-awaiting zemblanity pensioner – Thurs 17 Dec 20

  1. That white-van attack looks newsworthy, I shall dispatch my crack reporters to the scene at the first available moment — if I can locate reporters *and* if I can find that available moment. Now, where did I leave that available moment? Possibly where I last placed a camera lens cap, looks like a well-framed plan then.
    Your nosh plate has some interesting geometric shapes: round and oval items of widely varying sizes. Hoping that no peas rolled off the plate in the process, hardening into pellets and waiting for a bare foot to find them.
    Hahaha
    🙂

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    • I’m keeping my eye on them for you Sir, One white van currently parked there. Mind you it’s raining again, so they may be ;ate starting?

      I might send the local rag a photo, see if they are interested. Or, not. Hehe!

      Ah, I might be able to advise you on the lost moment, Sir Billum. The secret is when you repair for the night, to adopt a nonchelant approach, pretend you don’t really want to sleep at all… assume a semi-recumbant position, and start whistling… the spirits of the night, will be confused, and lose interest in keeping you awake.

      I think I’ll be safe, on the high-risk peas situation, thank you mate. They were marrowfat peas. for some reason they stay soggy for ages (taste horrible too), I’m getting withdrawal symptoms with having no garden peas – but I must be brave! Got some on order for Monday, or is it Tuesday? From Iceland stores, hoping they don’t substitute them with Corn flakes, or Oven cleaner.

      Today, I’m hoping top get the nails cut! YES! Mind you, she charges so much, I might not have enough money left to pay for the peas.

      Be careful the pair of you, special good wishes being destpatched through the ether, this minute!

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      • Where have all the vans gone, long time passing…
        My most effective method for luring Sweet Morpheus is quite similar, Actually it is quite the same modus operandi. Sleeping is the last thing you anticipate. That rankles Morpheus the mostest.
        Soggy peas gather no moss. There’s one for the adage books. 🙂
        Oven cleaner!!! Gave me a grand larf it did. My thanks, kind Sir.
        Perhaps you could share the proceeds from the Tate gnarled nails sale?
        Ether is a great medium for sending good wishes, innit it?

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      • ♫Where have all the vans gone, long time passing…♫ I liked that song, can’t recall who made it about the young men, but can recall liking it… now you’ve started me singing to myself, and I always get the words wrong. Hahaha!
        There’s a thought, the nail-cutteress, she didn’t give me clippings back? For £25 I thought she ought to have. Haha!
        Ester read this and is concerned… when I pointed out her error with Ether, she did laugh!

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  2. Your temp was normal 37ºC = 98.6ºF. That sock glide biters. White Van attack? Are they like a hazmat vans? Here there’s the black SUVs that haul people off in the night or something like that. Decent looking meal you put together after you Morrison letdowns.

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    • Did I get it wrong again, Tim, been decent lately I reckon.
      Aye, the white vans, bit of a joke really over here – they are connected with dodgy-dealing, housebreaking and othe nefariuous activities in Nottingham. Someone (don’t how they worked it out) in the paper wrote that of all the van chases conducted by the Nottingham police last year, 95% of them were white. Hehehe!
      Black SUV, would that be like our old Police Black Marias, Tim?
      Last nights Home-Made Chilli was the bestest for months – and I have enough for another meal tonight all ready in the saucepan for me, Yummy!
      Keep safe out there, Sir.

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      • Ah, it might be a myth… but the men who laid my carpet in the flat and broke the electrics, and shot off fast after I’d paid them came in a white van, so… Mmm!
        The mobile shop who calls, in his converted white van shop, is owned by a second-hand car dealer, and charges £1.89 for apple cakes, that Iceland sell for £1, Mmm?

        Your moon and animal evening shots should be in the Tate gallery, Tim. Amazing!

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