♥ TFZeress Julie, lambing? Hehe! ♥
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Friday 1st January 2021
Welsh: Dydd Gwener 1af Ionawr 2021
23:45hrs: I woke wanting a wee-wee. Fought my way out of the recliner, caught my balance and to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). For what turned out to be a worryingly wearying, and debouching, in a trickling long-winded style. At least there was no PMPD (Post-Micturition Pre-Dribble) or PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble).
I had a rare headache, but only behind the left eye?
Remembering it was the first of January, I got the camera, but the Nikon would not display the view in the screen? So I fetched the little Canon one. Got the kettle on and awaited the fireworks to celebrate the new year to start.
The eager beavers started firing them a minute early, not that it matters. The second shot I took, came out as one those artistic ‘Let’s pretend we did it in purpose’ ones, Hehe! I might be able to use that one for a background graphic later? I’ve still got the Vespa Bazooka ones to use, no rest for the wicked.
I was a smidge disappointed at the resulting pictures. But I was, even more, let down, when the entertainment finished so soon. Last year, I think I was at the window for over half an hour, this time, ten-minutes if that long.
I got the medications taken, and Health Checks completed. And with two unwanted surprises. The sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading was at 184. What? I hope I last until Monday when the nurse arrives to take the blood for the Warfarin test.
Then the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading came out as 37.5°c. I thought it was a good one, but the background turned to red, as a warning that it was too high? A bit worrying this is. I checked on the NHS site for Coronavirus symptoms and got this snipped from the site.
Another NHS Coronavirus page said if your temperature if above 38.7°c. Some confusion to start with; the page above says you do not need to measure your temperature? I’ve no new coughing. I think I should be alright though, although I’ve anosmia, it’s been this way for weeks now. Hey-Ho!
Onto the computer, and got the pictures uploaded. Another trickling wee-wee, a mug of tea, and started to update the Thursday blog. I pressed on regardless (I’m getting better at editing and correcting mistakes now, I just wish I wouldn’t make them in the first place, Haha!) Three more wee-wees, and another two hours and I got the blog finished.
WordPress Reader visited. Emailed the link. Pinterest some snaps. Went on Facebook updating, then on WP Commenting. Another unwilling trickle of a wee-wee, then I made a start on this blog.
Got a message on my Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery… Well, similar anyway. Hahaha! A nurse will be calling next Monday to take my blood. Bless ’em!
Got some late brekkers/snack sorted out. Too tired to bother with much, so bunged a brown part-baked baguette in the oven for ten minutes, and I lathered it in Marmite! Added a bag of Marmite flavoured crisps. Enjoyed it, too! Flavour 7.6/10. The sound like machinery booting up then dying as heard more than once while eating.
Jenny phoned, wish Happy New Year, bless her!
I became so weary again, and early on, too. But had no option other than to get my head down. Sleep took many hours being attained. The Thought-Storms seemed determined, slow, and illogical.
I woke a few minutes after nodding off, realising as I did that I had not taken the evening medications, but was too reluctant to get out of the c1968 recliner, for fear of not getting back to sleep… Zzzz!
9 thoughts on “Incarnated Inchies, Friday 1st January 2021, Diary”
I will consider purchasing a Nokia PureView 9 but would prefer the model powered by vacuum tubes. As an audio and visual purist, I think the tubes would provide greater fidelity than the Nokia models that run on chips (I think they are called crisps in the UK). Fobbing off a phone clogged with crisps makes no sense, What were they thinking: that’s my question. I have a box of vacuum tubes in the basement, so the conversion from crisps to tubes would be a piece of cake, perhaps even a pièce de résistance
A Marmite cornucopia on a baguette and some Nokia crisps on the side — would they work in your Nokia PureView 9?
My little simple no internet Nokia is fine for me. I can even reset the time, work out how to get messages… I don’t mean to brag. Har-har!
No Pureview 9, hence the photo of my old Nokia, and the Fib notice.
Marmite, they say you either hate it or love it. Can you get it over there, Billum?
Danged if I didn’t forget to add a Fib notice to my comment. I must remember that in future replies!
We have a small LG (2 1/2″ x 4″) that disconnects if you look at it the wrong way. You nearly need tenterhooks to keep it from misbehaving, but I must admit that vacuum tubes might not improve its functionality. Last week, I whoopsiedangleplopped that phone, and the battery scooted to the far side of the refrigerator — hid under a bracket too. Alan retrieved it — with a pair of tenterhooks perhaps. Haha.
You can only find Marmite in the international foods aisle, where a couple jars may be found. Most people in these environs have never heard of it. Hate it, love it, or don’t know it from a termite. 🙂
Glad you had a retreiver at hand for your battery, Billum.
Complicated mobile phones are not for me. I did get one once, the man at the shop conned me into buying it. As I recall, I spent a couple of hours trying to read the instructions, had a printer then, and copied printed every page so I could read it – Hahahahaha! that did a lot of good, I understood maybe 15% of what I was reading. Technical, they can never call me!
I believe everyone should have the chance of trying Marmite mate. I first heard of it 65 years ago – I was out with Dad on his lorry and delivering to Shipstones Brewery. I asked what the black gooey stuff was that stank to high-heaven coming down from a gigantic flue into the back of a lorry? That was due to become Marmite!
Marmite is a dark, thick, yeast extract spread. It’s made from concentrated waste yeast extract, which is a by-product from brewing beer. It was conceived in 1902 when the Marmite Food Company opened a small factory in Burton-on-Trent – where it still resides today. My favourite is the Marmite X, extra strong and aged. BY gum it tickles the taste-buds, mate!
Just like all those who hate it can’t understand how we Marmite-Lovers can eat it, we can’t understand how they cannot like it. Hahaha!
Hope things are nice and calm your end, and Lisa and you are doing alright.
Hope the weather is fair,
Good luck, you get a share,
You can show-off your verbal flair,
And have to be aware,
Athough I am too old and square,
Contentment and joy, to you out there!
The battery would still be under that bracket, were my retriever not within earshot. Speaking of earshot, Alan’s ears are not shot, nor his eyes. 🙂 The last time I ordered a battery for a phone, I’d ordered the wrong size. 🙂
You have whet my appetite for Marmite now. Lisa reports that it is high in B Vitamins, something that I am always low on. Looking forward to a very late introduction to that grand yeast extract. Marmite might *literally* be exactly what the doctor ordered.
I fank you Marmitedly for the fine poem on the occasion of these first few days of 2021. We wish you a superberer year, kind Sir!
It’s heartwarming to know we share another trait – ordering the wrong size, or type of things, Billum.
Thanks, love to all.
Great fireworks photos. I really like the long exposure. Those always come out cool. Tristan and I gave Laurie a new iPhone for Christmas. We set it up today. I’m really suffering for it. Decent looking meal. Happy New Year!
Amorning to yer, Tim,
I take it that Laurie is getting stuck into trying out the new ipphone, Sir? Hehe!
It’s different, so she mad about it. But her old one really needed to be replaced.