Incretinous-Inchies Diary – Monday 8th February 2021

♫ I’m, coming home, I’m coming home, you’ve got to let…♫

I just love this one!

Monday 8th February 2021

Swahili: Jumatatu Tarehe 8 Februari 2021

00:30hrs: Woke up, and I gradually rid myself of the lingering Thought-Storms and started to ponder over worries and fears that I, wanted to concentrate on. There seems plenty of them to pick from. Saccades Sandra was making the ache in the subconjunctival haemorrhaging,  to cause me vision problems. A headache above the eye was a bit naughty as well.

I pondered over when the Sainsbury order was due to arrive and had I already put one in for Iceland? Not that I was too keen to place one with them, after the green potatoes and rotten onions they delivered. Other things as well concerned me too, but they drifted off into the ether, as I moved the over-ample, flabby-stomached body into a position to grind my weight from the recliner. A big belly can accommodate all kinds of things; when you are laid back in a chair, there are creases to store pens, biscuits, and a flobby bulge to catch your glasses when they fall off!

A tiny ‘plop’ emitted from my rear end, and the stink with it was so cruel, wicked! Cor Blimey it was! I courageously got on to my painful feet, for some reason, in one go! Yes! A Smug-Mode Adopted this early in the day!

Caught my balance, grabbed Metal Mickey, and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and took a trickling wee-wee. Picked up the bucket, and took it to be emptied and sanitised. There seemed an awful amount of fluid in it?

Washed my hands, and got the first round of Health Checks done. The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, showed an increase on the previous one, SYS was up from 147 up to 164.  Pulse still highish at 97. The made in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was fine at 36.2°c. I went through to the kitchen and made a brew of Glengettie. I noticed that the Co-op 99 tea bag stock, was down to about eight tea bags. This is not good!

Took this poor quality snap of the early morning view. 

Did the pots, took the medications, and onto the computer. The brain was getting a touch confused, for some reason?

A message came up about roadworks in the area. Later when I visited the Winwood Facebook site, those who still go out every day, said that roadworks near the bus turnaround island meant that they would likely not be able to get up Chestnut Walk to the stop. Marvellous, will the food delivery vans. Ambulances, fire-brigade, taxis? And on Friday, the Covid-19 vaccination at Gregory Boulevard has got to be travelled to for my jab. And the snow has just started, not a lot! Oh, dearie me, the Smug-Mode just shattered!

As I was doing the updating, a Norton thingy came up, telling me that they had quarantined 5,815,930 viruses, 73,261 risks deleted, and something else, the pop-up disappeared, whatever it was, I got the count, there were 112,108 of them cleared! Mmm?

Off to the kitchenette to make a brew, Co-op 99 this time. And took these photos of the view. A tiny bit of snow had fallen.

No sooner had I sateth down, I had to get up to go post-haste to the Porcelain Throne!

Whoo! Easy peasy! The evacuation flowed, gurgle as it did so, and was even quicker than yesterday’s last visit! But unfortunately, it was even messier and pongier! Made a good job of cleaning up, though, the WC and me!

I almost used up the toilet roll, so fetched the reserves from the tip-room. I see that it was about a quarter to two from the clock here – don’t time fly when yer gerrin’ old! I took another of the anti-diahorrea capsules. Trotsky Terence loves it being head-honcho over Constipation Konrad in the PTDDSB (Porcelain-Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle)!

Back to make another brew to replace the one gone cold, Humph! Back to Glengettie, and pressed on with finishing the Sunday (I hate Sundays!) diary. Posted it off, Pinterested some snaps, Emailed the link and went pon the WordPress Reader section.

Getting weary already today, off to make another brew. What a surprise the weather was… well, it wasn’t really! But it was so beautiful!

I spent an age taking the bestest picture I could manage, to record the beauty of it.


I’m so glad I got a front-facing flat. Thanks, Nottingham City Homes.

I spotted that the humidity-temperature thingamajig, was not so far out this morning. Almost in the safe green areas! Yes!

I went on the WP Commenting. Then I made a start on this blog for today. Took me a while to get going, I am so frustrated with the vision so poor, even worse than earlier on in the morning?

I went to the wet room and had a look at the red-eye. Took a selfie of it. Looks like I’ve got something new growing above the eyebrow to me. But I think it might have been there for a day or two, with the blood being so thin, it shows up more perhaps.

Watch the change when I do the ablutions later, the skin will look all red, bright, or coloured with the showering and heating. Hehehe!

I decided to get something to eat for brekkers and nipped off to see what was available. Mini d=Dagwood sarnies, tomatoes, beetroot & onion, peas and some Frazzles, with a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. And very nice, it was too! Glad I bothered now!

Did the washing after noshing, and the view was shocking! Not really, it just rhymed, Hahaha!

There had been a sprinkling more of snow, but it looked like it this would be the last.

The sun was trying to come out, it had turned a smidge colder, the Crows were flying again, and the mild wind turned North-Easterly! Oh, yes, an old auger and philosopher like me know about these things you know… and the lady on radio Nottingham, just said it would stop until tonight. Hehehe!

I went on CorelDraw, to finish the graphic so I could do the templated later – Ha! I mean try to do them later on.

The handwashing was done next. Not a lot, just a t-shirt and the made in Afganistan thick Primark jammie bottoms. All done, rung, rinsed and hung above the kitchenette sink to drip dry for a fortnight or so. Had a rare this morning, wee-wee, and then off to get the much-belated ablutions seen to. But I had to go back to check I’d not left the taps (faucets) running, or plug in the sink.

My legs looked like someone else’s! ♫ Where have all, the blotches gone, long time passing…♫?

Mind you, the souls of the feet were giving me some gip again. If I could get to look at them, I would. Tsk!

All went smoothish until the medicationalisationing started. I got the camera out to take a shot of the red-eye, and dropped it, caught it in time… Smug Mode Adopted! And this photo is the result of grabbing it just before it hit the floor. I dread to think what I accidentally photographed! No, no, not my bum, it was the fingers… I hope! Hahaha!

Took a shot of the red-eye, and it appeared much better! Is that a mole coming up above the eye, do you think? On closer inspection whatever it is, there may be another one coming up on the eyelid, methinks?

I’m going all warped in the mush, and the legs were improving when it shouldn’t be possible. I used the Kodak camera to take this face selfie by the way. I forgot to mention it earlier.

Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court; the phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, demons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, gremlins, and ghostly goo-like Ectoplasms, to join the puzzles of the jumping about blood pressure, legs changing, poo’s different every day. I believe these Winwood Heights infiltrators, enjoy testing my sanity to the limit… (Calm down Inchie… steady boy…)

I’ve not done much, but will only do a template for tomorrow, as I shackered! Then get summat to eat, might do something cold, so I can drift off to sleep, and eat it later?

Botherations! Got to do the second set of Health Checks, here goes then.

SYS down a smidge.

Then the Chinese (Hong Kong) made by, Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, a contactless thermometer that is easy to use.

37.4°c, versus the 36.2°c, recorded earlier in the day. I think both are okay, but I’ll have to check again later. What a memory I have.. or I should say, lack of memory!

Got the nosh served up, and settled to see if owt is on the box to watch, not that I anticipate staying awake for long… he says hopefully! Hehe! Another quickie meal. But well, eatable. And I gave it a taste-rating of am acceptable 6.5/10.

As I put the things to soak in the sink, I took a final photo of the view from the kitchenette window—so peaceful, almost Christmassy aura to it.

Made me cast my mind back to better, fitter, healthier, happier times. Which started me off mourning, smiling, fearing, embarrassments, joys, disasters, moments of verklemptness, and loves long gone. I think Mr Google told me that amygdala, combined with the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex, plays an important role in retrieving memories for emotional events. I knew that! Hehe!

They certainly did as I stood there getting cold with the window still open, and in a dream state for a few minutes, casting back my mind, and fending-off or encouraging different memories. Fear, anxiety, aggression, anger, indignation, self-pity, sadness, disdain and awkwardness all paid a visit, in those few minutes.

I suppose these months of isolation in the lockdown, have not done me much good, mentally? But it affects everyone, doesn’t it? Well, not the Herberts who have carried on, as usual, going out every day and no doubt done their bit to keep Covid-19 spreading. Antisocialism, I’m alright Jack, and an uncaring attitude amongst so many people dissolves what bit of hope I had previously for all tellurians! (Gosh, that was deep?)

I  got washed and into the jammie-bottoms, and settled in the c1968 recliner. I started to watch a Tales of the unexpected on channel 11 – but was in the arms of Sweet Morpheus in minutes… Ah, nice!

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2 thoughts on “Incretinous-Inchies Diary – Monday 8th February 2021

  1. Beefy butlers? Nice to have fantasies fulfilled. Ecellent set of snowy building photos. The red eye photo looks like you’ve been in a boxing match. Might just feel that way too. Locked up in solitary confinement for all these months does not help the mental state of being. Well arranged meal you put together.

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    • I was hoping this graphic would cheer up the local gals in the flats. Maybe, not, though?
      The Kodak has come back to life??? I took a few of these photos with it, but the photo size options vary to the Canon? And are massive, despite my selecting the small option – good job I didn’t got for large. Hehehe!
      The eye is irritatingly itchy, but rarely stings, unless I forget and rub it.
      I do think I am losing it sometimes, the mind-wanderings don’t help.
      Jab this Friday, if the snow eases and I can get there, of course, Tim.
      Hope all okay your end.
      The M’s seem to be settling in well now. Grrreat!

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