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Saturday 9th January 2021

Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 9 Faoilleach 2021

23:45hrs: I came back to a life of sorts, Toothache Terence was giving me some stick straight away. I cunningly heaved my pudgy, cumbrous-bellied body free of the c1968 recliner. Caught my balance, and saw the clock, and realised I’d had another good four-hours worth of blissful sleep.

But my EQ was warning me of things to come, which would be frustrating and annoying. The message was a definite one, no avoiding whatever is it! I tried to ignore it, as I was in a decent mood, even with the toothache.

I had a wee-wee using the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). Again, the first leak of the day was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing-Session) style. During which, I spent the time pondering on what needed doing. Deciding, no tea yet, that would be too harmful to the teeth, and then decided to get the computer on and update the Friday blog. (I was in a semi-determined mood, a hint of determination in there somewhere too! Oh, Yes!)

As I was waiting for the obviously coming PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling), and it started to drip – the right leg started one of its infamous, adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances! A decently long affair this one was. (It felt like it, but actually, it was only about two minutes).  A sort of a cross between a one-legged Twist and the Hokey Cokey dances, Hehe!

I laugh about it now, because I was glad I avoided ending up tumbling to the floor. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for the bucket! One heck of a long and painful job cleaning up afterwards! Good job I had plenty of air fresheners and disinfectant to use. Embarrassment-Mode-Grade-Two-Engaged! Is this what the EQ’s warning was about?

I tackled the updating of the blog, finished it and got it posted off. Sent the Email link. Visited the WordPress Reader section.

I found a problem when I went to open Excel and got messages telling me that it needs updating, with a link to do so, I left it to try later when I was ready. I made a start on this template. Then I changed my mind and clicked the update button.

The Microsoft updating stopped, and I got an error Error 0xC0000142 message.

This got me all uptight, the thought of losing all that work and reminders etc. on Excel and Word, had me on a super-downer and in a panic-mode! It went on Google for advice, with various different questions asked.

They were all extremely complicated. After two hours worth of searching, and failed with each suggestion, I found the Microsoft members site:

http://0xc0000142 Error – Solver

Bloody marvellous! Even I managed, not without the odd hiccup when I clicked the wrong option on my first effort – got the error-problem solved and working again! I put the link here, just if anyone else has the same problem with the bulti-billionaire owned Microsoft Corporation programmes, Excel and Word updates!

Why do we accept these pathetic none working updates? They charge us enough every year, con us every year, and get away with it scot-free, every year! It’s worse, for IT illiterates, and arithmophobia sufferers like wot I am! I do not mean to sound like a doryphore, but the mental agony and worry that this failure caused me to have started Duodenal Donald off, and this shouldn’t be. I read that Mr Gates has sold or given away much of his stake in Microsoft? He now owns just over 1% of shares — and has invested in a mix of stocks and other assets. That shows something about the future for Microsoft on the internet as we know it? Grrr!

But thank heavens for the IT man who offered the simplest, most straight forward advice method of curing another Microsoft cock-up! I appreciated it so much that I joined the Microsoft Community to put a message on thanking him. Cheers, Sir! It worked!

Got the ablutions done. I’d been up for over six hours, and only really dealt with Microsoft problems! (Which they made sure they were ours!) Swine!

I responded to the call to the Porcelain Throne. Marvellous, I almost enjoyed it! No bleeding, no pain and no mess! Grrreat!

An email had come in, well two actually. The first one from Microsoft, Welcoming me to their Community… Mmm!

The second email, from Iceland, with a confusing substitution. Iceland Cooked Pork Cocktail Sausages 255g, substituted with Iceland Cooked Pork Cocktail Sausages 255g? That’s interesting, I wonder if they found a packet stuck somewhere that has a short date on it, or is split open, and sent that belatedly? Hehehe!

I got the related Health Checks completed, but the SYS reading from the Chinese-made Boot’s sphygmomanometer, showed that it was back up high again, at 175. Humph! However, pulse was down from 90, to a more reasonable 80.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer count was 36.7°c, very acceptable.

The toothache persisted, and Duodenal Donald was getting a bit naughty now.

The Nikon camera was not working again, so I had to use the Canon for the morning photograph of the view from the light & view-blocking, new kitchenette windows.

And a terrible one it was! (Kodak)

I got the medications taken and had a blast on this blog again.

My Iceland Food delivery will be ♫ Coming round the mountain ♫ shortly. Sorry about that, I got carried away there.

Off to the wet room, for getting washed and shaved, I’ll be gentle when cleaning the teeth. Very gentle! Back in a bit! Computer work saved, and I put it in ‘Sleep Mode’ – be nice if I could sometimes do that with me, Har-har!

Bit of a bad one on the shaving stakes, I used new razors. I kept thinking I stopped it bleeding, but it was a persistent little cut. Back of the neck somewhere. Why does no hair grow on top of the head, but needs shaving around the neck and earholes, beats me?

No shower, too early cause of the noise from the motor, or whatever it is.

The medicationalising went well enough. Harold’s Haemorrhoids were the calmest they’ve been for months? I’m not complaining, mind! Cartilage Kathy was giving me some stick, as Duodenal Donald continues to do. I took some extra Peptic medicine, and Paracetomals, having no extra Codeines, later on.

I did some hand washing, done, wrung and hung. Not a lot!

0615hrs, the intercom rang out and lit up, it was the Iceland delivery chap. I wedged opened the door for him. He came in, letting the outer lobby door slam behind him. That’ll help make me popular with the neighbours!

He dropped the bags inside for me. I slipped him a choice of drinkies in cans. And was off like a man on a mission! Letting the door slam to behind him again! Cringe! 

I got the few frozen things put in the freezer first. I thought I’d ordered a Chilli-Con-Carne meal, but I got a Beef Stroganoff, most likely me that got it wrong again, cause it wasn’t on the substitute list? Another Inchcock cock-up, once more, as I seem to be doing recurrently nowadays. Plinglepops!

For once the leeks they sent looked in good nick, I’ll do some when I have that Stroganoffski stuff. I called Jenny later, to check if anything barred to me was in it, I got the go-ahead to eat it from the gal ♥) Pork & Pickle mini-pies, butter, desserts, beef pasties, lemon Vienna cakes, and some vegetable Oxo cubes… oh, and the mystery mini pork sausages were put in the fridge.

The potatoes salad had two days life on it, the leek for 6 days. The pies all had 4 days of life. I’d better start eating, Heheheh!

Just a few cleaning articles, Elbow Grease washing up liquid (3 for £2.50). And more drain unblocker (£3.50), these visits to the Porcelain Thrones cost me a fortune! I should be able to get this on prescription, surely? Well, maybe not!

I made up some bags and put them in the box on the walker-guide.

I took the later medications with a deliberately, a let-go-cold mug of Glengettie (the teeth), and started back onto the creating this post.

But a few minutes into it, Duodenal Donald got worse, and I had a drink of milk and even more paracetamols. Not feeling up to much now.

Took a photo of the view with the Kodak camera, the Nikon was not working again!

Then went to have a perusal of the Nottingham Today City Council magazine. To if anything new and newsworthy was found, to let you know about. This photo above stuck out! Tsk!

I clicked on the Nottingham City Council Coronavirus link on the email, and got this message on the left come up, on the Google page?

Oh, that was a surprise! So I gave up, I don’t want any virus’s being attracted!

New cases of Coronavirus in the last week are high again, a big increase. Summat else to worry about, then!

Hello, the dreaded ‘Hum’, just like yesterday afternoon, has suddenly become much louder! Tsk! In fact, Tsk-Tsk!

The Nottinghamshire Coronavirus numbers were found, these figures are daily, not weekly.

Not good, is it?

It doesn’t bother me, of course. Ahem!

I got the meal prepped and cooked, not that it needed much, the Beef Stroganoff ready prepared, just needed 45 minutes in the oven. I added some garden peas when I served it up. I had a lemon bliss dessert for afters. I’ve never had Stronganoff before, and shall possibly try it again when the teeth get sorted out if they ever do! Although that’s how I like them normally, the beef strips were tough, but, Toothache Terence wasn’t too enamoured. Flavour rating: 6.5/10.

I put the cutlery in the sink to soak. Got changed and settled, and was soon in the land of nod… for five minutes or so, and the landline rang and flashed! I was not exactly wide awake, but I think that Matron is calling to see me on Monday, or, it might have been an INR nurse telling me she’d be calling on me, for the blood-taking on Monday. I’d scribbled, Nurse Monday, 09:00 > 13:00, on the notepad.

I cannot recall much about it, but I’m sure I drifted off again and had a dream, summat to do with being in an underground cave again, being chased? Woke up, passed wind, and wanted a wee-wee…

There’s no rest for the wicked, is there? Haha!