Enchanting Inchies, Thursday 31st December 2020 Diary (Ahem!)


Thursday 31st December 2020

Welsh: Dydd Iau 31ain Rhagfyr 2020

23:45hrs: I bounded out of the four-poster, touched my toes, a couple of dozen push-up, then ten one-handed, jumped up and bar-belled for five minutes, and drank two pints of carrot juice and a bowl of figs, with extra vitamin D. I oiled over all of my masculine lithe muscled body, splashed some Bute on, and…

Oh, all right then... 23:45hrs: I woke up coughing and sneezing, the eyes were running, and I was involuntarily passing wind. The sound from the flipping ‘Hum’ was tremendously loud. Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, and the lens fell out of my spectacles as I put them on. And I needed a wee-wee.

Undaunted, I freed my body-mass from te c1968 recliner, and off to the wet room I trotted. The wee-wee was another of the long FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style, but pain-free. I cleaned up and doctored Little Inchy with the Clobetasone Butyrate cream, that was painful. Changing the PP’s, and I needed the Porcelain Throne. The timing of which, proved a life-saver. The evacuation flowed the second I got on the Throne, it as under the control of the innards, it was massive, pongy, and a great relief! Had I not been stood within the two feet I was of the toilet once the movement began, I’d have been in a right mess, embarrassment-wise! Bit of good fortune there, unnatural and worrying!

I got the hurtful stinging job of cleaning up and medicating Little Inchies fungal lesion. One of the genuinely more difficult and almost harrowing jobs of all the ailment treating. This and using the Sock-Glide, are tasks I do not look forward to at all!

I cleaned up, and got on the computer, to upload the photographs from yesterday. Oh, crikey! The computer was telling me that the SD card needed formatting. I went into these details in yesterday’s blog and did not want to upset me about it again. I’ll skip it if you don’t mind. Thanks.

Having got the thing working again (and losing a few hundred photographs!), I went to make a brew. I took this early morning shot from the kitchenette window. I think it looks better in a large size, you can make out the street, house and Christmas lights better.

Then, went to get the Health Checks done. I recall thinking to myself, I hope the SYS will have come back down. But No! It had gone up to 183 from yesterdays 180!

Should I still be alive? Hahaha!

Updated blog. Posted, Email link. WordPress Reading. Massive, none-stop, trickling, spraying, but pain-free wee-wee. Back to computing, got distracted into making the header for this edition of Inchcock Today.

Ablutions tackled, got the crossword book out, seated, no time for crosswording, though. The actions started and flowed freely, but still rather painfully, messy and bleeding again, the same as it was yesterday morning.

The legs and feet still looked a smidge pale. But again, no complaints from me! The Clop[idogrel marks were not even seeable! Fair enough the middle right foot toe was still tender from the last toe-stubbing. But the veins were not protruding, the ankle ulcer had calmed down and could hardly be seen! Great!.

I got the urge to wash the woolly bobble-cap. I used the sock-glide to hang the hat onto to let it drip dry. I have to say I got a certain pleasure from two things, here… One was mocking the sock-glide, telling it: ” You horrible nasty blood-hungry bruising git (not the exact word I used) you, I hope you get rust-rot and disintegrate!” The other, the p[leaasure of denying the contraption of any chance of further injuring me, by deciding not to wear any socks today!

Yes, I had a momentary loss of sanity there, Sorry about that!

Went to make a brew, took a snap of the descending fog from the thick-framed light and view-blocking kitchen windows. I made a mug of Glengettie tea, got a handful of biscuits to go with the cuppa. I took the tea through to the computer; first, I try not to use the right hand for carrying hot drinks, in case Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters die-off, and I drop the drink. I put the tea down and returned to get the camera from the kitchenette.

En route back, a gave my right shoulder one decently hefty clout against the door frame (Luckily, I’d got the camera wrist strap around my wrist!) Phew! Amazingly, astronomically, unbelievably, this did not set SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) off? I’m not complaining!

The Iceland Foods delivery man cameth. I let him in and made my way to the front door. Which seemed like a good idea, Hehe!

He gently threw the bags in through the door for me, I gave him a choice of cans for his new year pressie, he chose a can of pink gin & tonic. Said something to me IK couldn’t understand and went off back to his task of delivering to fools who order food for 06:00hrs in a morning. Hehehe!

I got the bags into the kitchen and started unloading them. I put the bottles od wine for Sister Jane and Pete behind the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner. I don’t know when or how I will get them to J and P?

Iceland had not delivered any bread thins, but new bother! For they’d sent a milk roll loaf and some part-baked cobs and baguettes that will do me nicely.

Started this blog off. Getting sidetracked for several hours while doing the blog. Wee-wees, which were and stayed, of the UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety henceforth today), and my losing track of what I was doing, by getting ideas for the ‘Thought’ graphics and popping on CorelDraw to make it while I thought of it. Conrad Confusion was in a pestering mood. Oh, and nipping onto Gmail as they came in

I got another one from HMG about Nottingham going into Tier Four Coronavirus status. I foolishly had a look at the long message and visited all the links within it.

It was as clear as mud to me, but I don’t think it will make any difference to how things are now for me, as with kind Jenny and others here, who are being sensible about the dangers anyway.

After a good few hours making mistakes, error, and suffering mind-blanks on this blog, and CorelDrawing to for that matter, the weariness dawned on me early again.

I got off the computer and went to investigate what to have for my nosh. I’m sure I had a plan in mind for the meal earlier, but it had gone off into the ether.

The fog might be lifting.

Then I realised I had not done the Facebooking catch-up.

So, I did. I spent hours on it, and enjoyed doing it, too! Then did another graphic for the future WordPress blogs.

Drained now mentally, I got the nosh prepared. I made a right mess in the kitchen doing so, too! It resembled a mini-bomb site by the time I’d got the chilli done. Spills, droppages etc.! By the time I cleaned up, the food was not so hot.

There were some ‘Tales of the Unexpected’ on the Sky Art channel. I got the pots washed and settled for the start of the four half-hour episodes.

Fell asleep when the first set of adverts came on. Woke up as the fourth episode was just finishing! Wide awake! Ah, well, at least I got two hours kip in then, and when I eventually got back to sleep, another hour. I’ve had worse.

May the fruits of your compassion and labours, sweeten your life! ♥

2 thoughts on “Enchanting Inchies, Thursday 31st December 2020 Diary (Ahem!)

  1. Not the best SYS reading the say by to 2020, but most appropriate for how bad 2020 has been. Great night shot. Nice fog photo. Decent looking bomb chii. Let’s hope 2021 is a betterer year. Happy New Year!

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    • Merci Mon Ami, Sir.
      Not doen the health checks yet today, but the veins in the wrists seem like live worms wriggling, well they were when I woke up, they’ve calmed down now. I could well be close to disaster here, but still. Hehehe!

      Cheers for the comments on the photos.
      The Nikon screen keeps on going blank? Turn off and back on, sometimes gets it back. Battery’s full.

      Ah, well, going to have a brew of Glengettie and dunk some biscuits now. (Did you drr that? I made a decision, blimey!)

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