Innavigable Inchcocks Diary, Sunday 24th January 2021

♫ Heaven, I’m in heaven…♫

‘In the event of more none-events, eventually, something must evolve!

Sunday 24th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Sul 24ain Ionawr 2021

00:15hrs: I woke to the smell of burnt food yesterday when the pastie exploded in the oven! Tsk!

As I was fumbling my way out of the second-hand, c1968, recliner, the noise from the damned ‘Hum’ began to get on my wick already! When up and caught my balance, the almost regulatory visit to the bucket was needed. It turned out to be another unwilling, reluctant wee-wee, but gallons of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with. Hey-Ho!

I took the medications (Last nights that I’d forgotten), made a mug of Glengettie, and I remembered the Sainsbury order was due today, twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs. My EQ gave me a laugh! No words, hints or indications. Hmm!

Then got on with the updating of yesterdays diary. It took me over four hours! Due to the ailments, I found it hard to keep on kilter, concentrate and many errors, and much time pondering why I cannot remember things. This was not good, it felt a smidge like my brain was full and needed a good defragging.

Still, I got there in the end, and I posted the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the link, Pinterested a couple of photos. Visited the WordPress Reader section, and then on with Facebooking. It appears I have been banned for 30 days. Something I posted did not meet their terms and conditions. Well, it had to happen!

I had a good read of the WP comments and answered them all, well, both. Josie’s meal to do later, not sure I’ll be up to it, but I anticipate feeling better later on.

I had a stand-up bath of sorts. All went well. Toothache Thomas was kind to me. Only one little nick shaving, no more than six dropsies, no Balance-Loss-Leslie or Dizzy Dennis. BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) were the only ailments really active. Even Harold’s Haemorrhoids were calmish.

As I was filling the sink ready to get the handwashing sorted out, I think I must have had a visit from the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? And they were arriving up the sink waste-pipe! No idea what caused the cloudiness and plug jumping out?

I cleared the blockage with Free-It liquid and got the clothes in the sink to soak.

Got the Health Checks done. Pleased again with the temperature, it was in the green. Then got the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. It might be sneaking back up, but still. It’s been low for a few days now.

I had a bit of job with the handwashing. Turkish made Socks, Korean jammie-bottoms and the manufactured in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket. I think I spent longer cleaning up[ the spilt water than dong the handwashing! Still, all is done, wrung and hung up drying now.

Back to the computer, and fond an email come from Jenny. She said she had the small crock-pot and would swap it for my too big a one. She also has a kettle I can have. Bless her!

An email came in from Sainsbury’s, no bread being delivered, no substitutes as I opted for not having any. I suppose with it being a Sunday, and so early in the day, I can accept this without moaning. Grumph! Last time when they substituted for my breast, the sent pikelets?!?  Then they sent the wrong size PPs! So, I stopped the substitutes. You, (Well, me), can’t win, can yer? That doesn’t make sense?

So, now I have no bread at all! Not allowed out to go to the shops! So I went on Amazon to see if I was allowed a Morrison delivered by Amazon order again yet. Luckily I was, and I got an order in for tomorrow! Of course, if there is any bread on it is the question. The choice is limited on these Amazon food deliveries, but by gum they are quick! With a hopper collecting and delivering, he might pick betterer substitutes? Or not!

I cleared the rubbish bags out of the box on the walker, to use it for the food coming without carrier bags from Sainsbury’s. (Without any bread too!)

I left them in the hallway corner because it’s far too early to take them yet, to the waste chute.

Off to make a brew, Co-op 99 this time. Not as good as Glengettie, but then again, no other tea I’ve ever tasted is as tasty as the Welsh brew.Took this shot of the morning’s view from the kitchen.

The Sainsbury bloke came at 07:20hrs. He put the things in a box and a carrier for me, nice of him. At least there was no bread to get crushed, although he did manage to squash the cream cake, and break some pretzels for me. I’ve ordered some more from Morrisons for tomorrow – and of course, I’m praying that the bread will come. I’m getting withdrawal symptoms here! Hahaha!

I got the none foods sorted out. Not a lot of them this time!

Just look at the state of this tine of Chilli-Con-Carne they delivered! Swine! Crapheads! Scumballs! Animals! Gits!...

Sorry, I nearly got carried away there! I can’t see any reason for me being sarcastic… Oh, yes, I can!

Sourdough Bread subbed my pikelets? A 90p tin of Chilli subbed with a £2.29 tin!  Leaking bottles delivered, and now a crushed health hazard can! Not to mention an order being three hours late, my phoning them and get a recorded message, part-of which said; ‘You can rest assured that it the delivery is delayed for any reason, we will contact you to inform you!’ Eventually, nearly five hours late the order arrived – the van had broken down – but rest assured as I assuredly did, no one contacted me! Still, it can’t be helped! Huh!

I got the waste bags back in and on the trolley-guide.

Do you see those odd-looking things on the left of the top picture? In case you’ve forgotten what they are: They are jackets and coats… You remember, we used to put them on in winter when we went out, before Coronavirus and the lockdown! Hehehe! I think they could do with some moth-balls and freshener on them, it’s that long since I’ve actually worn any! Grumph!

I got the trolley-guide and bags to the waste-Chute room. I was wobbling a bit en route and back to the flat.

Both ankles were hurting, the toes stinging and, for some unknown reason, I was feeling a bit giddy without any cause for feeling a bit giddy! Haha! I’m pleased, nae, proud to report a total lack of injuries, whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas on this little expedition to the rubbish chute. Smug-Mode-Engaged! I think it was because yesterdays head-clouting us still fresh in my mind – there’s not much else in there today!

As if to prove my point about being all confused today, when I got back to the flat, Jenny had been up and left the kettle and crock-pot outside my door for me. I investigated, but I found the slow-cooker was even bigger than the one I was already getting rid of for being too large for me. I rang Jenny to explain. I thanked her, saying I  would return it in a while.

I gathered the crock-pot and added some treats in another bag, and got myself a little lost again as to what I was doing. I can’t multitask nowadays since the stroke. I popped the things down and left them outside Jenny’s door. Came back up to the apartment and got the kettle on.

I made a start prepping the cheesy potatoes feast for Josie. Added some leaks as chives, butter and sea salt with the masses of red Leicester cheese.

I noticed that the carrier with the bar of Frank’s favourite chocolate, and some other bits inside it, meant for Nora and Jenny, was still there on the server tray? What had I done now! I could not find the kettle Jenny had left me. Had I took it back to Jen’s? Had I put it down the waste chute? Oh, dearie me! I popped down with the treats bag, and I returned all confused with myself. I rang Jenny again, but am not sure what we agreed on or said.

To help clear my head, I opened the window to take some photos of the snow.

By gum, it was cold out there!

The light snow was being blown about, and of course, lots came in as the wind changed! (I’m such a lucky so-and-so!)

I had to clean the floor afterwards. Which did not please BPB at all.

Time to get Josie’s meal served up. Some Baby Belles, a can of Pimms, two well in date pots of dessert added to the tray. I tried a spoon or two of the cheesy spuds and even impressed myself, they tasted very morish. Of to Josies, dead on time, as usual, she was going out to the bin.

She just seems to forget every Sunday. Hehehe! Bless Here!

Still, she seemed happy enough with the meal.

I had an extended period on this blog.

Weariness-William arrived. The brain was getting a little muddled, but that is par for the daily routine nowadays.

Got the nosh started; Chillie Con Carne, added leeks, red peppers and garden peas.

Doing an Iceland order, I rang Jenny about the Iceland brand minced beef she said was tasty and not fatty. On the site were five different ones, she soon had me sorted on which one to get. With them being on offer, 4 for £10, she agreed to share them, they are coming on Wednesday.

The snow started flaking again as I prepped the meal. The local lads were out with their sledges, folks walking their dogs in this view I took, took me back reminiscing. Was it really all those years ago when it was me out there, totally unbothered by the weather or health problems?

I found the lost yesterday, bread thins – I’d put them in the medical draw! Aha! I thought, bread to have with the Chillie, Hurrah! I opened the half-pack and found I might have been wrong about the Thins being the ones lost yesterday, after all. They had a ‘Use-By’ date of December the something. So, no bread for the Chillie, then. Humph!

I served up the nosh! One of my best, and tastiest CCC’s ever! I’d added some potatoes with having no bread. It was a smidge too hot pepper-wise, but I really did enjoy this one, a reet-treat! Flavour Rating given was 9/10!

Put the pots to soak in the sink bowl. I got the Heartbeat DVD on again, then as I put the TV on, I realised the BBC showed the Man Utd v Liverpool Cup match, so I watched that instead. Not a good choice; The wrong team won, it made me so late in getting to sleep and ruined my nocturnal rejuvenating rest! As for getting into the land of Nod, Huh!

The mind showed signs of ecdemomania, refusing to stop, rattling on worrying about things at random. Thus getting to sleep proved difficult, by the time I nodded off, it was almost my usual getting up time! Gragglespitgurgle! 

13 thoughts on “Innavigable Inchcocks Diary, Sunday 24th January 2021

  1. Sorry to read about Liverpool losing to the Manchester U, 3-2. I’ve calculated that — had Liverpool scored an additional 2 goals — Manchester U would have lost the match.
    I should have been a sportscaster, the only thing that held me back was a profound paucity of knowledge regarding the subject of sports. But, could always catch up on Google University?

    https://www.google.com/search?q=sports&oq=sports&aqs=chrome..69i57j69i61j69i65l2j69i61.5512j0j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

    May bread soon find its way to the Courtly Thorpe of Wood, Sir!
    Guten Appetit. 🙂

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    • I did try sportiness activities as a younger Inchcock, Billum. And, I might brag, have records unmatched by my fellow activists, all 100% ones, too! Oh, yes!
      I was picked for the school football team, despite my inabilities at even kicking a ball? A cup match against Corpus Christie. Being the shortest person in the team, they put me in goal – but still got a mention in despatches – because losing by 13-goals was a record!

      My pugalistic 100% record was only 5 bouts long, and in one of the fights, I lasted until the second round, still lost them all.

      Then the Co-op Squash club, I was the only person ever, to lose every game… Helloo. Iceland delivery just arrived….
      Bread, I’ve Got Bread!!!!

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      • We would have been quite the sportical pair, had we attended the same institutions of brute learning. Still, it is fun to discover that our kindred spirits can now find a media means to recall the memories and to know the stuff of the Thought Storms they elicit.
        It takes a lot of consistency to lose every game — something to be proud, sayeth Billum.
        Bread instead of dread, a crowning event for this 25th of January. Fank you Land of Ice. 🙂

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      • Billum doth enjoyeth the synchronicities that occureth and that reoccureth. Bringing a smile to yer mush is what me writing is oft about. The proof is in the smiling.
        “Sometimes a word is worth a thousand pictures” — Billum the Scrivener

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      • Calligraphy is indeed one of my hobbies. Back in the 1970s I was a lay member of the Society of Scribes and Illuminators, based in London. A relaxing hobby for a Hobbit like me. 🙂 But, I am more like Bartleby the Scrivener in my working-world experiences. Hahaha!!

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  2. The KAP crap? You are very skilled at loading up the trolley. Excellent photos. Sorry about the loss. SYS looks better. Great looking meals all the way around.

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    • Kap crap? The Chilli do you mean, Sir?
      Thanks, Tim. I ate it and it was grrreat! Adding the Welsh leeks gives it an added piquance methinks.

      Oddly, I went out in the snow and ice with the trolley today, intending to go to see Deana – stuck in the snow, over went the trolley, me and the contents! Humph!
      I was rescued by Deana who saw me go over from the office window. I do feel a fool! Hahaha!

      My Pretzels from Amazon, 1st ETA: -1:00:pm to 3:00pm. Second ETA: 1:45 to 3:55PM, now 1:45 PM to 5:45 PM… not much kip forecas for tonight then. Tsk! Hello, it’s changed again. 03:55PM to 17:00PM now!
      Shouldn’t complain though, not in this snow and ice conditions.

      Take care, be safe, and have a biot of extra unexpected good luck… it’s due!

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