Idiotski Inchies Dairy, Wednesday 27th January 2021

Wednesday 27th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 27ain Ionawr 2021

02:00hrs: I woke wearily, amazed at having slept for five hours straight! I still felt weary and may have stayed where I was, like a slugabed, were it not for needing a wee-wee. Which brought on concerns about Little Inchies fungal lesion, what condition it will be in. Signs were favourable, though, no stinging at the moment! I didn’t use the nocturnal wee-wee bucket but went off to the wet room to take the wee. Just if there was any bleeding to be sorted out.

It was an SSAO (Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) mode affair. There had been some bleeding, but the PPs showed me it was not fresh, so that was a little cheering. It took me a long while to clean up the sprinkly splashes left on the floor, WC, and me! Washed up, and made my way to the kitchenette, and got the kettle on. Took the morning medications, and made the brew of Glengettie. I seemed to be plodding along, and the brain was constantly catching up with me!ย  Things, actions and thoughts seemed to be on auto-pilot? No there way of putting it really?

With getting up so late, and the Iceland order arriving early, I didn’t have much time to update the diary. I got the Health Checks done first. The Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, showed a slightly higher reading, of 37.0ยฐc.

The Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had a high SYS of 185. However, it’s done this before occasionally, I may try retaking the BP later, just to be on the safe side. That’s if I have time and remember to!

Onto the computer, and grafted away like a good un, getting the updating sorted out. Not a lot of work needed, which was a good thing, because nasty, naughty Niccodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up, in concert with SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley). Making it a slow process. I got the blog finished and sent off to WordPress.

Emailed the link, did some Facebooking, and visited the comments section. Many breaks for multiple wee-wees were taken. Every one of the same SSAO type and all was followed frustratingly by excessive PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling), which cost me a lot of time.

Off to get the Ablutions done. The knees were looking fine this morning, very angelic. Haha!

The teeth and shaving once again went blood-free! Yee-Haa!

The feet were aching a lot on the soles. But the scratch from falling off of the step-ladder seemed to be clearing swiftly off into the ether.

The old ankle ulcer markings had changed a little, no worse, just spread out a bit more upย the leg.

I was medicating things, and thinking of going to the kitchen to make a brew, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived!

It was another victory for Constipation Konrad over Trotsky Terence in the DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle). No bleeding from the rear-end nor the fungal lesion, the evacuated product was not messy, the meat-balls were far larger this morning; thus, the session was longer and a tad more painful. Overall, not too bad, I’ve had plenty of worse ones.

The applications of the medications were the central bothersome aspect. The Phorpain gelling of Cartilage Cathy, the applying ointment on the fungal lesion, and Harold Haemorrhoids Germoleneing were the worst.

A silver lining though; I found the dye markers that I couldn’t find the other day with me taking the photographs on the right. I’d taken them into the wet room, to touch up the scratches on the hated sock-glide. They were probably caused by my falling off it, throwing it at the wall, or landing on it when I took a tumble. Hehehe!

I took a photo from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, designed especially for old folk by some misanthrope of an old person’s hating architect, window. As I was closing the window, the rain started to fall as if someone had suddenly turned on a tap. A bit of good fortune there with my timing, for once!

A minute or so later, and the Iceland delivery man calleth with the fodder replenishing foods. He came in the flat’s lobby, letting the door bang-to behind him. And kindly threw the carrier bags all over the floor for me.

I thanked him, slipped him a can of plonk, and off he went letting the door slam again behind him. I’m hoping he didn’t wake anyone up, cause it was about 06:30hrs at the time. Oh, dear, I fear! I took the things through to the kitchen.

The fridge was chocker blocker now! My concern was the freezer. With Iceland sending some bread, I had to get the bread and Minced Beef in there, somehow or other!

I arranged with Jenny, to buy the four packs to get the special price, and we will split them between us, two each.

I had a heck of a job getting them all in. I had to throw some bits out to make room, but nowt I was keen on anyway, so nae bother.

I’ll take them down at a reasonable time, to Jenny, Nora and Frank’s pad.

I got some of the mince into the crock-pot to make more room in the freezer. I pondered over how to go about making the Chilli Con Carne.

I added the last of the much-loved baby leeks to the pot. They are expensive to buy, but so special tasting. Then I added some anchovy Squid sauce and BBQ salt, and two oxo cubes, along with some gravy granules, and some chilli powder.

Gave it a good stirring up, and left it on a low setting.

I hope it comes out alright. I can add the last of the yellow capsicums later on.

I checked that the freezer was not too overloaded, and then got back on the computer; I’ve a lot to catch up on with the diary now.

The wee-wees are getting a little stronger now, not painful, but an effort to pass, though. The PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling), still follows each visit. Tsk!

I gave Jenny a call to see if it was alright for me to take the mince down to her.

Got through, and she okayed me taking the meat down to her. So, I got the mince from the fridge into a carrier, and I set off done in the lift to Jenny & Franks apartment. I took the waste bag box on the trolley with me, to take to the chute on the way down or up Which I forgot all about and brought back to the flat with me, Tsk! I got down nae bother and left the bag outside Jen’s flat, she’s left the money in an envelope on the door.

As mentioned earlier, I came back to the late and was putting the trolley-guide in the corner of the hallway, and realised it still had the waste bags in it! Wot a Plonka! I got the waste down the chute, and was on the way back, without any hassle, Whoopsies, Accifauxpas or injuries. I nearly went into a Smug-mode, but decided it would not be wise so early in the day, Haha!

I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed before, but the end wall looked more like it had been graffitied than painted?

I got inside and took another wee-wee, they were all the same up to now, repetitive, and an effort, but not painful at all, followed by the PMAD. Humph!

Made a brew of Glengettie and tried to change the size of the pictures on the Canon camera. But could find no option to do so? I took a photo leftwards, from the computer chair. I’d changed the ratio, hoping the size would change down with it, but, nope! Another failure. I’m very good at failing, you know! Somewhat of a doyen! Hey-ho!

I thought I’d try to make a Sainsbury’s order for next week; if any slots are available, that is. I managed to get one in for next Wednesday for 07:00 > 08:00hrs.

The weariness is dawning again. Then again. I’ve been a busy little bee this morning, so it’s to be expected, methinks.

Had a look at the local YourArea newsletter thingy. The latest Coronavirus figures are looking a bit better… I think.

Covid vaccination appointments at Forest Recreation Ground cancelled due to ‘water issue’: The Nottingham and Shire Clinical Commissioning Group (CCG) said the site at the Forest Park and Ride, just off Gregory Boulevard, had to be closed with short notice on the evening of Tuesday, January 26th. It had only just opened over the weekend on Saturday, January 23. Speaking of the closure in a tweet at 7pm, a spokesperson for the CCG said: “Forest Recreation Ground vaccination site has had to close due to a water issue. All appointments for this evening have been cancelled.” Well, fancy that!

I’ll check the minced beef and veg in the crock-pot. It’s been on for over three hours, but not ready yet. I’ll keep an eye on it, I’m feeling a smidge peckish, too!

It’s no good, I’ve got to sit down and see how things go – not to sleep I hope with the mince cooking. Sat quietly for a while, then went to check the mince, ready now. Got the meal served up.

I was not impressed with the beef at all. I’ve lost the photograph I took of the meal. Flavour Rating: 5/10. I may have overcooked it?

I settled down, took the evening medications, and watched two old ‘Tales of the unexpected on channel 11. After staying awake all the way through the two programmes, I drifted of to sleep. Another evil regularly waking up with a start night.

15 thoughts on “Idiotski Inchies Dairy, Wednesday 27th January 2021

  1. I was impressed by how well the Icelander threw the bags into 72, as were they hot potatoes. Then to earn a can of plonk for the effort…well it’s a bit of a sport that takes practice, innit? ๐Ÿ™‚
    Good to find the dye markers by a chance notice. I don’t know that the dreaded Sock Glide deserves a touch-up, but wot do I know? Well…I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle…
    5.0 of 10.0, a weak rating for a weak showing. A tale of the unexpected? Anything is possible in 72. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • I’m a soft touch, yer know, Billum. Seeing other sides and views is a weakness I behold.

      The sock-glide is now touched-up. And looking more threatening than ever. I cunningly used several markers to get the right green to hide the damage. I’v not used it since. I fear it will want retribution on me? Haha!

      Nearly five-hours nod last night! (Smug Mode Engaged). And, also, and besides that, I viewed two more episodes of Tales, without any nod offs… I’ve said all this before haven’t I? Sorry.

      See ya later cocker!

      • I think we are both a soft touch, I certainly prefer it to hard-nosed. Tales of the Unexpected keep the viewer’s attention to that one critical unexplained twist. You must stay awake until the UNEXPECTED jumps right at you. Most mystery programs these day hit you over the head with the TOTALLY EXPECTED (expected as all get out). Nothing is held back, the words are all on the wall and they are all written in graffiti. Subtlety is too mysterious a plot point for modern tastes methinks.

        See ya later, cockerdile!
        After while, amalgamator!

      • Ah, Sherlock Holmes’s creator, Arthur Conan Doyle, noe there was man man with mystery in his pen.
        I started to watch one of the newer Sherlock Holmes episodes, but they have rewritten much of the plots, too much, I say, and turned it off. Basil Rathbone and Jeremy Brett were my favourites actors to play the part.

        I thinkly reckon also, the likes of Columbo, cannot compete! Wot say you Sir?

      • A. Conan was such a master of mystery. Unfortunately, hacks of the genre still dilute his words to the quality of tabloids. Rathbone and Brett are a couple favorites of mine as well.
        Doyle’s stuff is still fresh after centuries. That is wot I say, Sir!

      • With you all the way on this commenting Sir!
        The ‘Red headed league’ one of the most iontriguing to me, Billum. A shock when it came on the TV and films, I envisaged things so differently from the reading to screen. But still, loved it!
        Take care, and do not take any risks please! (EQ) talking.

      • Ah, you slipped a memory provoking thought in there for me Sir, “Many are the paths that lead to redundancy.” My last three positions held, proves your point! Haha! (I can laugh now, but not at the time).

        I readeth in yesterdays YourArea Emagazine, that Pro Rata, Nottingham has now got the highest rate of Coronavirus related deaths in the UK. That cheered me up!

        I pray you do not get involved with these germs, or are they viruses? I just had a look at the link: I was not allowed to read it without signing in, or buying viewing time. But they kindly left the time Cambell Cunty Risk Level notice up on screen for me to view and get a clip of, which I will insert in todays IT, Sir.
        Is this thing getting worse then the Flu Pandemic in figures?

        Oh, four red cars in the early morning photo today.

        Besdt wishes for the household and furries to. TTFN

      • The words


        grab the attention, do they not? The Shire of Nottingham and The County of Campbell are *both* headline grabbers. Something else we have in common, innit? Headline grabbers, that’s wot we are, mate. I am thinking that this virus is indeed worse than the famous 1918 pandemic. Well, no one expects a Spanish Flu, do they?
        Four red cars in the early morning…sounds like an omen.
        We wish all Woodthorpeans the best. The furries do too, they say “Meow Meow For Now” Hahaha!

      • It is, Billum, indeed another shared concern. Haha!
        And in return to the furries, Sir… “Purr, Meow, sniff, meow!” And to the household’s humans, Keep safe, bestest of good luck, and thanks!

  2. That’s a lot of bags. SYS is up, hand burn and bruise quite red looking. Interesting food prep. Too bad it got a low rating.

    • It’s the first time I’ve tried frozen minced beef, maybe it dosn’t cook so well in the crock-pot? Most disappointing.
      Got a decent photo of knuckle bleeding this morning, taken with the right hand! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
      All my best wishes to the clan, keep safe!

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