Indisputably Inchies Dairy, Saturday 30th January 2021

TFZer Jillie supplies the food – Yee-Haa!

A photo can say a lot! Hehe!

Saturday 30th January 2021

Swahili: Jumamosi Tarehe 30 Januari 2021

02:05hrs: I woke, wearily, and reluctantly, after another restless night of waking, fretting, nodding-off again and waking, worryingly, repeatedly, over and over! Fungleboggles!

But this time (why I don’t know), I was all calm, with an acceptance of the situation, almost soporific. Despite the mind being in an ecdemomania-mode, I felt I had to go with the flow, take the rough with the smooth, cause no ripples, and perseverate with whatever trials, failures and disappointments that lie ahead. (I broke into a deep Psychiatristic fantasy there?)

I got my humungously-stomached body from the semi-comfort of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), surprisingly releasing what felt like a gallon, of wee-wee into the receptacle described above. A steady flow throughout, and no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)!

I took the bucket with me to the wet room for cleaning and disinfecting. Cathy Cartilage was a bit tender and slowed my hobbling rate a bit, but when I got in the WC room, I needed another leak! A similar session as the first, but not so much of it. I washed and sanitised the bucket, washed my hands, and off to get a bottle of spring water from the kitchen.

I took the morning medications and then tended to the Health Checks.

The Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer SYS reading, had shot up a fair bit from yesterday, up to 176.

Then, the Chinese, made by the Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer reading was up a tad too. But, I assume it must still be within the acceptable range because it showed in the green.

Once again, I tried my bestest to get a decent photograph of the morning view, but I was unable to do this!

For with only the Canon camera still working on using, they were a miserable, unclear, indistinct mess of pictures.

I tried to toy with them a bit, in CorelDraw bitmap, hoping to get them clearer… But, no! These are the best I could manage, and it was annoying to keep failing so pathetically!

I tried to take another shot straight down from the window of the car park on Chestnut way. But as you can see, it ended in dismay!

So, sad!

I began on the updating of the Friday blog, but not for long. For the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, via gaseous sounds and feeling rumbled from the innards! Off to the wet room. The session started once again of its own accord, and went on, and on… Surely this ballistic-sized torpedo was not going to be cleared with one flush? I was right!

I kept flushing and hand-refilling the tank, for what seemed like an hour at the time. Each try, failing to clear the mass away.

At one time, I nearly put the radio on to keep me company, but stopped myself in time, just, when I realised it was only four-thirty in the morning! Phew! I used a full bottle of bleach, and then gave it time to hopefully work on breaking down the evacuated product.

I got the stick and tried to reach, to assist the bleach, but the stick broke in half! A few more failed flushes later, I gave it one last try. Losing my sanity was a distinct possibility… and Wallah! With a bit of gurgling, and bubbling water coming back up, the bowl was cleared! Hurrah!

As I was decoking the toilet, the wax in the left earhole was pressurising and becoming a tad bothersome. So after the slow, but satisfying victory over the torpedo, I washed and got the wax removal thingy out and put extra olive oil into the canal. I made a brew, and drank it slowly, staring out into the dark beyond. I mused over death, the fact that the fungal lesion will have to be checked out in a bit, I could sense the blood beginning to leak. I pondered over the Coronavirus pandemic, mourned my loss of memory, and wondered when the human race would become extinct. I cheered myself up a bit. 

I got the blog posted off. Did the Facebooking etc. Went on the Comments, and found that Billum from Ohio, has the same ‘Extremely High Risk’ for his locality. I hope Lisa and he will be alright and safe. I had a wee-wee!

Then I set too, having a go at removing some of the wax, that was now crackling as the olive oil did its job.

I did get some wax out, but far from all of it. Then the idea to have a look to see if Amazon had something easier to use on offer came to me. The present tool’s twister is forever falling off. But it has been like that since I bought it. I found another type that was a bit dearer, but it looked like it might be easier to manipulate. So, I ordered one. I checked the Tracker for today’s  Pretzels as well. I hope the tracker is right, and I can get them delivered before 22:00hrs! Note the new flavour ones, Hehehe!

I put some mushrooms in the crockpot, and had to go for another wee-wee! Tsk!

I made a start on this blog at long last. I had another bash at working out what the scribbled notes about the dream meant. No luck!

I had a wee-wee!

The YourArea Emagazine sent the latest local Coronavirus figures for the last complete seven-days. Nottingham is still on a Stay-At-Home Alert.

I did another hour or so on the updating and went to make another brew of tea – of course before that, I had yet another wee-wee. Hehe!

Well, well, well, another cock-up discovered! I found that I had not put any water in the crock-pot with the mushrooms! That was because I had to nip off for the wee-wee! Some of the fungi’ skin is now, seemingly permanently stuck on the basin-pot of the slow-cooker! I added some hot water, and I left the cooker on. Brogglesknockersworth! I am a fool!

I had a look at the Amazon tracker, and it is further away than it was two hours ago? Yellow Warning come in for Nottinghamshire. Snow and Ice it seems are on their way for us. Hey-Ho!

I had a wee-wee! Huh, again!

More bad news found. Nottingham Hospitals under pressure: 749 beds occupied by Covid patients. And 92 more deaths with the virus in the past week!

I was getting a smidge hopeful earlier, as well.

Had a wee-wee.

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 15:00>17:00hrs.

Got the nosh done up and eaten.

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 16:30>17:30hrs.

Had a wee-wee.

Started to watch the football match on mute.

Half-Time, WBA 0 – Fulham 1. I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due Twixt 17:00>19:30hrs.

Had a wee-wee.

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 18:00>20:00hrs.

WBA 1 – Fulham 1. Had a quick wee-wee.

WBA 2 – Fulham 1

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 16:30>19:30hrs.

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 17:00>19:30hrs.

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 16:30>19:30hrs.

WBA 2 – Fulham 2.

Door chimes rang out – The Amazon milk order, that they tell me will arrive twixt Feburay 2nd > 4th, just came? Got the box opened, checked, photographed and put away.

Had a wee-wee. Now it is two- hours past my kip down-time, still dare not fall asleep. I must resist! Hehe!

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 17:00>19:30hrs.

Full time: WBA 2 – Fulham 2.

I checked the Amazon Tracker, now due twixt 18:00>20:00hrs.

Hello, hello, the Intercom ringeth!

T’was, a gentleman delivering the Pretzels who arriveth. He was soon up to the apartment, and he put the box through the door for me.

I slipped him a can of Vodka in thanks, and I went for a wee-wee!

Washed, and got the contents checked, all fine. Then as tired out as I was, I opened a bog of the Salted Caramel Pretzel pieces,  filled a pot, and nibbled a couple, well, four it five, and they were far too sweet… so I nibbled at a few more. Hehehe!

I rushed around making sure everything was shut, locked, not left on, not running etc., and got my onerously over-large, bouncy-bellied body down in the recliner. Ahhh, nice!

I’ve not felt so shackered in a long time – realised I’d not had a wash and worried about waking up with a jump, and sod it, it happened for the third night in a row. The waking and nodding-off repeatedly. I’m fed-up with this!

The thought of having to stay up late again tomorrow for the delivery of the ear-wax remover made it harder to get back to sleep each time. The reviews of the forecasted coming of the snow and ice didn’t help. Damned Thought Storms! Humph!

Oh, I meant to put this link in earlier: Five Surprising Consequences of Brexit

6 thoughts on “Indisputably Inchies Dairy, Saturday 30th January 2021

  1. You know what they say? “Don’t eat yellow snow!” Nice night shots again. Ohhh! Salted Caramel Pretzel pieces! Yum! good practice making sure everything is turned off. Gives you a little exercise also. You have a radio by the throne? Is that for emergencies or entertainment while you are clogging and unclogging the commode? Al least you got the “Whole Milk” and not just a part of it. It looks like you made some nice fungi stones in your crockpot? That’s better than kidney stones.

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    • I awaiteth the arrival, Sir, snow good is it? We’ll probably just get some dizzle to make the ice-rink roads and paths slipperier? The lockdown is not so depressing after all. Hahaha!

      Well said, Tim. The radio is just for emergencies or entertainment while I am clogging and unclogging the commode, waiting for the torpedo event to start, finish or both, etc.

      Yes, it can be annoying finding some bits missing in the milk. Hehe!

      That’s a leveller about the stones, Tim. The fungi skin is still stuck firmly to the pot? I’m giving it another few hours soaking in bleach and boric acid. Tsk!

      All my best for great day!

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