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Monday 25th January 2021
Irish: Dé Luain 25 Eanáir 2021
01:30hrs: The flipping ‘Hum’ was giving it some when I stirred back into imitation life. I’d managed about three hours, so it could have been worse – I stayed up late (for me) to watch a football match on the telly. I wasn’t stood on the TV, you understand! Hahaha!
I dismounted from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety wee-wee, that the same as yesterdays first effort, had a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) I had to wait for ages to finish. The main event, and the after-dribble together, would probably not have filled two eggcups! Taking a wee-wee, without wonderous expectations and puzzling results, are the norm now. Normal bodily functions are quondam. One visit this happens, the next it’s a painful torrent then, a trickling marathon... talk about variety!
I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boots Sphygmomanometer. That is manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. SYS and dia are a bit high again, Tsk!
The made-in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another in the green reading, of 36.5°c.
Then as I put the kettle on, I espied the moon was out, high in the sky.
I did my best to get a decent photo of it. But had little success at it. I tried taking it in various limited mode available on the little Canon camera, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters stopped me every time!
I hung out of the light & view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen window, and took several blind shots because if I’d leant out any further to see what I was photographing, I might have ended up out on the Chestnut Walk myself. Hehehe! I wasn’t too displeased with the second picture.
I took the medications, and I got the computer going to update yesterday’s blog. Apart from some Nicodemus failures making things difficult typing wise, the other ailments were all so good!
Posted it off, went on the WordPress Reader section, comments and Pinterested a few shots. Then went on Facebooking, unsure if anyone was getting the posts or not.
As I readied myself to sort the Calendars, must, don’t want, have-to and belated checks, I noticed how well the bruise near the knuckle was healing. A couple of new scratches had appeared on the wrist and back of the hand? Nowt even approaching serious, though.
The Google Calendar was working again, why it stopped beats me. A busy week ahead already.
I got sidetracked and went on the BBC Sports site to see all of the football results. I had a funny thought, as I read about this result on the right. Manager of Genoa to news reporter: “An easy win, it was Genoa bother at all!” I’m losing it again.
Off to get the Ablutions done early, with the Iceland and Amazon-Morrison being due to arrive first thing.
Oh, and the Snyder’s Ham Mustard and Onion broken Pretzel pieces. At least I think they are pretzels? Huh! I’ve just seen Pretzel Pieces on this photo. Quick, I am not – Keen, not a lot, – Saccades is the blot – I think my brain is shot!
As I got inside the wet room, and it couldn’t have been better timed, even if unplanned, there I was less than two feet away from the Porcelain Throne… when the evacuation began of its own accord! I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and PPs, and plonked my overly-stomached body down on the seat without a second to spare! Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price with pain! Then, I wondered if the torpedo would ever end… ‘Blimus I thought’, this whale will block up the whole system!
To my utter amazement, there was only the tiniest bit of bleeding, no mess, and the dumped dollop disappeared from view with one flush! I’m using up all my good luck for the day, I think! Possible the week!
I got the teeth done, again without any undue pain from the molars!
The shaving resulted in only two tiny-little hardly-worth mentioning nicks!
The medicationalisationing, even Cartilage Cathy and Harolds Haemorrhoids were nowhere near as painful as they usually would be!
The drying and freshening up went fine!
I think I must have unknowingly adopted a self-satisfied Smug-Mode because…
As I swanked out of the room to get dressed, I had my worst ever collision with the door frame! I nearly knocked myself backwards! But I stayed on my feet.
I think that Doctor Flewitt could be spot on when he suggested that DCE Developmental Coordination Disorder, or dyspraxia, could be affecting me. Course since then, the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke have not helped any, I can’t blame the Diabetes as well. Hehe! (Can I?)
Anyroad-up; by the time,e I regained my balance and finished swearing and spitting, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and Reflux Roger were both going full-tilt at the Inchcock pain-offering department.
The bottom lip protruded and wriggled a smidge. Well, it’s always worse when something like this happens after a run of good luck, as the ablutions going so well!
I got the blue Made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket on, to fend off the cold, and did the handwashing of the made in China, Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck Acrylic Sweater. I got it done rung and hung!
The moon was tormenting me to try again to get a decent photographicalisation of it. I had three or four tries, but BPB had been joined by SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley in assaulting me on and off, more on than off! Another fine mess of things made, this was the best one I could manage. Sorry about that!
Back to the computer and started, well I opened it, this blog, and the Intercom burst forth and flashed.
It was the Iceland man who cometh (Hehe!) with six bags of nosh for me. He gently threw them down into the hallway for me.
He seemed in a rush, but I insisted on his having a can of Vodka mixer as a thank you. Bade him good luck and to take care in the snow and ice, off he popped.
I heaved the bags into the kitchen, and as I was doing so, I got a message on mobile. I investigated it, and in doing so get another message come in. The first one from Iceland informed me of just two items unavailable on this order. Only two? That was an improvement, thanks, Iceland.
The second was from either Morrisons or Amazon, ah! Amazon indicating the tracker code or address, or whatever you call it.
I got the things stored away, and came across a packet of what should have been fresh Chilli Chicken breast slices, but was Tikka Chicken Breast slices.
Possibly (or more likely) an error on my behalf, I expect. But the packet was frozen solid? Had only three days Eat-before date on the front.
Can I safely eat it when it’s been defrosted? All the writing on the packet indicated it was a fresh (Not Frozen) product? Anyone know, please tell me, thanks.
I got the mushrooms in the slow-cooker with some leeks, potatoes. Added some sea-salt and vegetable Oxo cubes, on a low setting. As I was putting them in, I wasn’t really concentrating, I do a lot that, not concentrating lately, and realised that the ‘fresh’ button mushrooms were also frozen! What’s going on?
Time for a rest, at last, made a brew of Glengettie.
The morning hue was blue, and with the snow covering photographing it I just had to do.
I went out into the balcony to try and get some better shots to view.
The windows would not open at all, they were frozen through! So, back to the kitchenette to see what I could view.
Opened the icicled frosty window, and knocked down yesterdays hand-washing, hanging from the broken, no longer working curtain rails. Picking them up, just annoyed BPB and CC Cathy’s Cartilage.
The sky had now got a tinge of pink on the horizon, compared to ten minutes ago. Beautiful! So worthy of photographing. Glad I did, it didn’t last for long.
I gathered the waste bins in the box on top of the trolley-guide, then collected the glass and jars for recycling. And pondered over what to do if Morrisons do have the loaves of bread and cobs that I have ordered? There was not enough room in the freezer to put them into it? After musing over this predicament for a while, I decided to get rid of some foods from the freezer, as the bread is important (If they arrive) of course.
I rang Caretaker Robert to see if he had a freezer on sight, he said no. Told me to ring Deana, she has one and might have room to take the food. So, I did! They can take some, but she was uncertain if the load I was freeing might be too much. If so, they can be given away to someone in the flats to make use of. She said she would come and collect them later.
I got back on updating this post at long last, but did none of it, as the Amazon shopper sent a message telling me he would be here in minutes! I got myself into a bit of a flap now! Would the driver know where I was? If I went down to take the rubbish to the bins, would I miss the driver’s arrival? I risked getting down to meet him straight away.
Down in the lift ASAP, and met Robert again. The foyer is still being worked in, and of course no heating. I took the bottles out to the glass bin. And the ice nearly had me over, the walking stick was a hindrance in the snow and ice more than an aid.
The shopper man arrived when I was going back inside (Great timing!)
Up we went to the flat, and the chap popped the bags inside the door for me, then need proof of my age. A bit humorous at my age, being asked if I was eighteen, I was 58 years ago! Hehehe!
I took the things through to the kitchen, and I found all the loaves of bread etc. had been delivered! I now needed to make room in the freezer properly. I decided to take the waste bags to the chute, then I loaded the two big carriers onto the box, and decided to take it to Winwood court.
I didn’t take the camera with me, I so wish I had, though. I got out, and into the snow and ice, the trolley got stuck, the trolley and box toppled over as I tried to get it back on course… A reet mess I was in! I
I was rescued by Dean! Humph! I did feel a fool! She took the carriers and walked me back to the flats. Not happy at my trying to walk out in this weather! ♥ Oh, dearie me!
I got back indoors, and I made sure the bread all fitted properly in the freezer. Just! Despite the cock-ups and wrong decisions that I’d made, I now felt calmer and more at ease with things. Having some bread in helped! I plan to make some ham sarnies later, best butter, tomatoes the mushroom and potatoes with them, and a dessert of my choice, I now have a choice of four, different ones in stock. Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Oh, I forgot, Jane rang while I was sorting the freezer out, but she gave up[ trying to get my attention. I thought I’d ring her back, so I did! We had a great natter and chinwag, Pete was doing well. Things were getting brighter… she mentioned something, that reminded me, I had to ring the Doctors about the possibility of a subcutaneous Coronavirus injection. Rudely I said I’d email them now, while it was fresh in my lapsidasicle mind. She understood what I was saying, bless her. ♥
I made up an email, which took me a long time to get how I wanted it to sound. I was moderately happy with it, and I sent it off.
The weariness began to fall on me now. I will have to wait until the Amazon delivered Pretzels arrive before getting anything to eat, else I may fall asleep while waiting. Best laid plans, eh?
My mind is vagarious, to say the least, but an iota of contentment is lingering in there somewhere.
I must stay awake. He says with a smile.
The Amazon ETA for the Pretzels is getting later & later. This is not doing my temper, faith, prospects of staying awake, or suicidal tendencies any good at all! The Amazon tracker, the lorry, hasn’t moved fro over two hours? Still, with the weather, it can’t be helped!
I had a look at the local YourArea Emagazine. Coronavirus figures are not good, but better than of late, fingers crossed in hopes.
The Amazon lorry is close now! Five drops away, the Amazon tracker now says. Belated hope for nosh and sleep yet. Hehehe!
I went down to the front door as the Amazon tracker turned to a local road view and saw the van was outside the flats! On the way out of the door to go down, the chap arrived with the box of Pretzel pieces. I slipped him a can of Vodka and lemonade by way of thanking him, and he shot off, with my masked voice thanking him again.
I opened the box and took a packet out, and put them in a plastic lidded pot, ready to try out after eating. They were apparently a right mix of bit, from dust to some chunks from different products that had broken off during the cooking process, I resisted nibbling any yet.
I opened a 2-litre bottle of spring water, had a good guzzle, and added some orange cordial to the bottle, just a drop, and tool it into the main junk/computer room, for my nocturnal guzzling.
I got the nosh served up, snd it turned out a cracking decent one. A good mix, fancy cheese blocks, Gorgeous pork and mushroom pate, potatoes, mushrooms (not so good), chicken Tikka, mini caramelised onion pork pies, tomatoes (Morrocan, pretty tasteless), some thin-sliced Milk Roll buttered bread, and a lemon dessert, the pot of Pretzels on the ottoman. The mushrooms and tomatoes let it down, but still a taste rating of 7/10.
It was now five hours beyond my usual head-down time. I got the pots washed, and settled to watch a documentary about, erm… what was it? Not that it matters much. Ah, it was Nightmare Kitchens!
I started nibbling the Snyders of Hanover honey mustard & onion pretzel pieces – delicious! In fact, Grrreat!
I lasted a few minutes watching the programme and nodded of in sweet bliss. Unfortunately, I kept making up so often I wondered what the heck was happening? Each time I shot awake, I pondered, and got back to sleep easily enough? Only for it happen again repeatedly. So aggravating!
2 thoughts on “Inchcocks, (Long, sorry about that) Diary, for Monday 25th January 2021”
Nice snow shots. We have snow this morning. I had to take an alternate route to work as there with wrecks on my normal drive. Those Honey, Mustard the Onion Pretzel Pieces look good. Nice looking meal.
Glad you managed to divert and got through the wrecks.
By gum, the Pretzels are grrreat Sir! I have to be careful with the broken teeth, but a little sucking out of the flavour first helps. Hehehe!
Another ICeland order coming today, they have already emailed me tellong of the out of stock bread again!
Keep safe, thinking of the furries as well.