Month: February 2021

Incretinous-Inchies Diary – Monday 8th February 2021

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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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Irkable-Inchies Diary – Sunday 7th February 2021

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Sunday 7th February 2021

Dydd Sul 7fed Chwefror 2021

23:00hrs: I woke in a confused condition, and lay there, half-hanging-out of the c1968 recliner, with paperwork all over the carpet and ottoman.

But the brain recovered and started stutteringly working. I realised that all the form-filling that arrived and needed sorting must have been on my mind while sleeping? I was probably perusing it in my sleep, which is surely impossible?

I found the resolution to rise up on my feet, catch my balance and go for the daily early morning wee-wee. It was a long trickling job, it stung a bit too. (I later checked the NHS Wee Colour Card, it was on three, which is good) During which, I decided to get on with the updating of the Saturday (Gawd, I hate weekends – I’m not all that keen on weekdays nowadays actually!) I’ve no templates done, and I still need to create some graphics to make any. Tsk! The plan was to do nowt but concentrate on getting on with it!

I opened the computer, well, turned it on, and opened CorelDraw and WordPress. But my plans had to abandoned as off to the Porcelain Throne I trotted!

Precisely the same type of evacuation as yesterdays first effort: No pain, no bleeding, no mess! Grrreat! All done and washed up within a few minutes! Back to the computer.

Pressed on with finalising the Saturday diary, did well, the ailments were hardly bothering me at all? Amazing! Smug-Mode-Engaged! Got it posted off, emailed the link, and Pinterested a coup[le of snaps. Then went on Facebooking.

Set myself ready to make a template for today’s blog, got it created, and a second-calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived. (Just like yesterday?) And turned out to be another carbon copy of that 2nd evacuation like from Saturday!

Sloppy, in messy slithery dollops, stunk awful, and much bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. More time was lost in cleaning things up, but today it was not such a lousy job, cause I got to the Throne in time. Washed and disinfected, and back to the computer again.

I read and replied to the WP comments. Went on the WP Reader Section, and finally, after hours of being up, I made a start on this blog. Two-minutes later, I needed a wee-wee, washed the hands and made a brew of Co-op 99 tea.

Then, CorelDraw went to get some graphics made-up, a long job, but I enjoy doing them, oh, another wee-wee first. Started graphicationalisationing at around 03:00hrs.

Around 05:30hrs, a third Porcelain Throne session had to be tended too, and I do not kid you… it came so suddenly, straight to the wet room, and somehow, I got there, but only just in time. Trotsky Terence is now in full charge of things. I dug out and took an anti-diahorrea capsule. Then back on with the graphics.

I got the graphics done, but not until 08:50hrs! I was ready to go back to bed, Hahaha!

Seriously though, for a moment. The ‘runs’ must be connected to yesterdays bad-do when I just gave up doing anything and felt rotten. Not good anyway. Not identifiably poorly, like in a haze? I could only sit down. Now the third Throne visit in what, eight or nine hours?  Mmm? Same again, but messier! Eurgh! Had a shave and shower, which went okay.

I took a snap of the bleeding eye, I think it is looking less bloodied now!

I got Josie’s nosh prepped as far as I could, and heard a clunk? It was a parcel being put through the door, a small one in an inner box? It was the Alert Wristlets for Warfarin. Although dearer than the last ones I bought (I break them regularly you know, Tsk!), they were not very thick or wide-fitting.

I nipped back to do some work on the blog, and I had problems with the WordPress Editor. The scroll bar had disappeared, making it hard work to change colours, modes, add graphics… well, everything really. I searched on Gooogle, to find that many other people were having the same problem, the only reply to one question from WordPress only worked o the new block layout, and I can’t get my head around that at all. I tried sending for help on all three channels available from WordPress, they were either gone, dead, or turned off! I turned of the blog and put it back on, but that didn’t help, then it dawned on me – Josie’s meal!!!

I hobbled hastily and got it ready, but it was twenty minutes passed when I got it to Josie’s flat.

Still, she was on the phone to her sister, and she didn’t seem worried, bless her.

I rushed around cleaning up after the cooking, and got mu saucepan filled with peppers, peas, chilli-meatballs, sliced some sweet carrots, onions, seasoned with sea salt, Oxo meat and vegetable cubes, and a pinch of chilli powder.

I went to move the potatoes, that had been in crock-pot for around six hours, to the saucepan. But they were rock hard still? If anyone likes green or hard potatoes; I can recommend Iceland to send some!

I left the saucepan on a minimum low heat and gobbled up a banana. I felt quite honoured at Iceland, sending some fresh foo that was not sour, green, mouldy, out-of-date, and edible. I must send them an email thanking them.

I had a bit of a job getting the rubbish bags gathered and sorted into the cardboard box. Some heavy loads were in it today. BPB kicked off as I bent to pick the package up onto the trolley guide, and has been lingering on and of ever since.

Of course; this Back-Pain-Brenda agony doesn’t affect me in the slightest. No, a man who’s suffered a change of heart for a plastic and metal one, a Barium meal gone wrong, a burst duodenal ulcer, been shot twice, fell of the back of a lorry on the A52, had a 100% record in his squash games, boxing matches, (he lost every one). The got Peripheral Neuropathy, a leg ulcer, and next, a stroke, and still didn’t complain later in life when he got Saccades, started stuttering, and was diagnosed as diabetic. No, a little thing like BPB isn’t going to bother me, oh, no… Well, maybe a bit then! Hahaha! Even when I got to the chute-room and trapped my knuckle on the cast iron drop lid, I merely laughed it off. Ahem!

On my hobble back to the flat in the lift lobby, the silent suddenly hit me.

In there, I could not hear the blasted ‘Hum’, or any of the machinery noises either, which were there when I got back in the apartment, of course?

It dawned on me that I had not taken the afternoon medications, nor had I done the Health Checks, either! So, I did! The SYS reading may impress Tim Price, 147, Dia 71, Pulse 95 – Grrreat! I can report to Tim, I took them very late in the day, and after three Throne-dumps!

Or was it four? Ha!

Time to get something to eat, the Inchy-made nosh of, Meatballs, onions, sweet carrots, potatoes (canned ones now), peas, black beans, parsnip, and yellow pepper. Riskily flavoured with chill powder, sea salt, squid vinegar and vegetable and meat Oxo cubes. It smells pleasant enough from where I am in the next room… Crickey, I have to go check it in case…

All okay, it’ll be ready in a while, five or ten minutes methinks. Had a spoon of the mix, the onions are terribly tough (thanks again to Iceland), everything else seems fine and dandy.

The meal looked a treat, a delight, appealing… but it wasn’t! The expensive sweet tomatoes had not cooked and were too hard to eat easily, I picked them out and dished them. The roll was a smidge stale tasting, I dished them. Everything else tasted fine… apart from the well in date lemon yoghourt, that had gone off! So, I dished it! Overall taste: 7/10. I put the things to soak in the sink.

A quick look to see if owt worth watching on the bo and, then getting washed and changed into the jammies. Then a prayer for Josie not to wake me again this week. She didn’t bless her! 

I turned the TV on, and then I nodded off. Woke ten-minutes later, thinking it was time to get up! As I struggled to get free of the recliner, it dawned on me what time it was, and I plonked back down in the chair. Minutes later, I was in the land of nod again, dreaming about a river in New Mexico, and searching for my lost camera, which had a 2-foot long lens extension? Two owls hooted as I passed them by. Other things happened, but no idea what now? I think I know where this dream came from, a site on WordPress. I woke again, thinking that a few minutes had passed, and four hours had!

Got up for a wee-wee…

Inchy with the Squinch. Saturday 6th February 2021 – Diary

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Saturday 6th February 2021

Spanish: Sábado 6 de Febrero de 2021

01:00hrs: Woke, no wee-wee wanted? I was in a somewhat vague haze to start with, just went with the flow… sort of.

Up caught my balance, and off to the kitchenette, and made a brew of Glengettie tea. Then back into the main junk room with the mug, and got the computer on… but not for long, an urgent message from the innards sent in haste to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.

And what an odd session it was! I got settled, and the movement began at the slightest effort from me. It slid out painlessly, undemandingly, smoothly and pretty quickly, too! No signs of a struggle, and absolutely mess-free!

Add to this, that there was no bleeding whatsoever; and for a while, I thought I must still be laying on the uncomfortable, c1968 recliner, and dreaming that this was happening?  Amazing!

I got the updating all finished and posted the blog off. Sent the email link. Went on Facebooking catch-up. That cost me two hours, but I do love it so. But today, I have got to get a few templates done, I’ve none left to use!

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and the second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and very urgent too! In fact, an embarrassing leakage arrived before I got settled down on the Throne. (Shame and self-loathing time!) The flow was stickier but still painless! Soon over, and left me with a filthy gooey mess to clean up on the floor, Throne and myself! This put me galvanically into Depression Defcon Two-level! Cleaning up again, took me yonks.

The Subconjunctival haemorrhage eye was stingy just a bit, no real pain as such.

I read and replied to some WP comments, got CorelDraw on to upload photos, and then made a strat on graphic creating, for the template making. This is going to be a mammoth job.

First things first, though, a wee-wee, washed and made a mug of Glengettie.

The view from the kitchen window had acquired a beautiful red tinge. So I took this picture of it. Not very good, but of course it was the Canon Camera being used.

I made the tea and used the Evolve Hypromellose eye drops, I had leftover from the last time the blood vessels burst. I struggled just like before to get the stuff into the eye, and lost a lot of it down my face. I wish the hospital people would have told me how to put them in, cause I can’t get the hang of it. I’ll recheck the eye later on, but now, back to the CorelDrawing.

Stretching to use the picker upperer to retrieve a dropped letter, I had a tumble and clouted my head and right shoulder. Henceforth things are using photographs as reminders and details remain sketchy until I seemed to come back as I was making a brew. The intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery, that I’d forgot all about coming.

Took the bags through to the kitchen, I do recall being aghast at the green potatoes in the large bog of potatoes delivered, and struggling to get the things the freezer as it meant bending down, which was currently very painful.

Feeling unwell, tired and only really want to go back to sleep?

I think I did some CorelDrawing, but not much is there as I type this, in the morning.

I stopped everything, to go and get the ablutions tackled. But was just not up to it, the head was spinning, the shoulder and head aching, and I just sat down to rest.

Not sure how long for, must have been a few hours or so. I constantly got up, checked lights, windows, faucets etc., I couldn’t get top sleep, and the Thought Storms were rampant, getting no rest at all.

When the door chimes rang out.

I struggled with surprising difficulty to the door, it was the postman, who immediately showed concern over how I looked and inquired if I was alright, “Would you like me to call you an ambulance?”

He delivered a letter and a parcel.

I think Sister Jane rang. All confused.

Just what I needed in the envelope, a multi questionnaire from Nottingham City Homes to be filled in. I’ve already got the two NHS ones, the monthly passing and BP one, and Covid-19 to fill in, and can’t face doing them how I feel, Humph! The box was the Amazon Dettol that the tracker tells me will be here Monday.

I left everything and sat down again, and stayed there for hours, getting up only for wee-weeing occasionally. Eventually nodding off.

I woke about 23:00hrs, feeling horrifically unwell, but not poorly-sick, really. I got some nosh made. Didn’t eat much of it.

Then got the computer on to finish this post, and let the mind stew as it was going to anyway.

Irritating Inchie Friday 5th February 2021

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Friday 5th February 2021

Italiano: Venerdì 5 Febbraio 2021

02:35hrs:  I woke wearily, unsaddled my over-bellied body from the recliner, caught my balance without, any bother or Whoopsies, and had a wee-wee. Utilising the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), it sank in how late I’d risen back to semi-life. And realised that I’d had… Six-Hours of sleep! Yee-Haa! The wee-wee was of the SP (Short-Powerfull) type, followed by a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling).

The mind started wandering from one thing to another, as I emptied and cleaned the bucket. But one thing was overriding all others – I wanted, no, needed a mug of tea, so off to the kitchenette and brewed a mug of Glengettie. This thirst, but only for tea, remained with me all morning, by Gawd, I drank so many mugs, it worried me?

Summonings from the innards demanded I rush off to the wet room and pay the Porcelain Throne a visit! So, I did!

A soon as I’d got my bum down on the plastic, I knew this was going to be a session dominated by Constipation Konrad! Things were not going to move easily this time. I tried applying a little pressure, but the pain was overbearing, so I grabbed the crossword book and failed to get any more solutions. Things began, the motion was painful, and oh, so slow with it! Not too messy under the circumstances.

But the cistern was not taking away the contents deposited. Hand refilling several times, and eventually the product was cleared down to the sewers. Belatedly, my EQ warned me of stressful times coming. He was out of sync with the happenings this morning, not like him at all?

I cleaned up and got on with the hemerine Health Checking duties. In doing the body temperature first, making a change with the made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and reliable contactless thermometer. Result: 36.9°c. Fair enough!

Blood Pressure was taken next, on the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. By gum, the SYS had shot up to 176 from yesterdays low of 130!

I had a quick look at the Covid-19 leaflet that arrived yesterday.

Not than I’m terrible thick (Maybe a little, mind you) but I just couldn’t seem to grasp all of the details.

I went to make another brew, Glengettie Gold this time. (Am I becoming a tea addict? But I prefer t call it tea lover or tea connoisseur. Hehe!)

Then I got diverted from the plan and wobbled off sorting out the handwashing I did yesterday. I checked the clothes I’d hung above the kitchen wall window near the window. That was the maroon, made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, the Pakistani made Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck Acrylic Sweater, and the made in India, Tru-Size pyjama bottoms-lounge pants. Moving them as they were almost dry now.

Checked the made in Turkey, heavy fluffy quilt hanging in the wet room, and moved it onto the stand-up clothes airer in the hallway.

Finally, at last, I got on the computer to download some photographs for use.

Then, off to make another brew, of Thompsons Punjana.

As I was doing so, I noticed the marks coming on the wrist again, that resemble the Clopidogrel allergy ones. I felt the feet giving off the same warm, itchy sensations too? Fortuitously, I had a look in the medications drawers and found a tube of Germolene, and an old Boot’s Derma Care, which I expected to be long out-of-date, but it had six-months use-by life left! No point in my using them before the ablutions and showering, so I took them into the wet room to utilise later on. A touch of good luck there! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Much changes of fortune today, already!

I took a snap of Chestnut Drive below. The car park bit. I caught a reflection of my mush in the mirror, the presence of blood in the anterior chamber of the eye (hyphema). It didn’t seem any worse than yesterday.

Then I started farting around checking the flavourings in the cupboard again. What’s a matter with me? I might use some later. I’ve decided to have a tin of CCC, add peas and the potatoes currently slow-boiling in the crock-pot.

After a while, I decided to try putting in, smoked paprika, and onion salt. I’ll try to get some guidance for next week when the minced beef arrives, and I try to make Chilli-Con-Carne from scratch.

I made another brew of tea, Glengettie, and cracked on with updating the Thursday blog. The ailments had died down, and I soon had it completed. Smug-Mode-Engaged! Posted off the dairy. Pinterested photos then went on Facebook catching-up. Read and replied to WP comments, both of them. (Hehe!) Emailed the link, and went to make yet another brew, Co-op 99 this time.

Had a wee-wee, pleased with the colouration of it, according to the colour guide, it was a healthy wee, at number three! Hehe! Which reminds me, the Gastroenterologist-Urologist Doctor has not called me this last month – why would she, there are plenty of other more suitable names t ca;; me, Hehehehe!

I made another mug of tea, Glengettie!

Another load of paperwork came in! Grumph! More brain testing to be done, and to think I was nervous about being bored in my old age – Hah!

Off to get the ablutions done. The blotch on the left hand is still there, but a lot less noticeable. This is where I took off the Warfarin and Loss of Hearing medical wristbands, and have not seen them since! I ordered some Diabetes, Hearing loss and Warfarin wrist band alerts from Amazon, oh, and some Dettol. One coming Monday, two on 15th, and one between a week on Saturday to Tuesday.

The legs were looking good as I stripped off. I say good, I mean a lot better than they usually do. The welt, raised veins, and blotches seem to have disappeared altogether? Of course, this might seem this way due to my bad cameramanship, or the steam from the wall heater being just switched on? I’ll take another afterwards. I noted that the water retention was no longer a problem? What’s going on here?

The teeth cleaning went painlessly? Another mystery? Shaving made me take another shot of the… this has not been Christened yet has it? Erm… Red-Eye Robert? Worra yer fink? Haha!

I’d sooner not mention how the showering went if yer doesn’t mind. The bruises will soon go, I’m sure. The first real attack from Dizzy Dennis for over a week, caught me off-guard, Tsk!

Drying off, I also noticed, that the new designer legs ankle ulcer was all but gone?

I’m baffled by all this improvement healthwise in things, it’s not natural for me! I’m a bit nervous, not used to it!

I got dressed (well, it seemed a good idea, Haha!) and got the kitchen cleaned and mopped. Back-Pain-Brenda, who I started off when I fell in the shower, was not happy with me at all. Now that, I can understand and live with!)

I got some more updating done to this blog.

I got the meal prepped a bit more. Chilli in the saucepan with the peas, the spuds will soon be ready too. The weariness is dawning, nosh time!

A fair nosh. 7/10 flavour rating.

Inchoate Inchcock Diary – Thursday 4th February 2021

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Thursday 4th February 2021

Hawaiian: Pōʻahā 4 Pepeluali 2021

Good Morning!

01:05hrs. I seemed to wake up more slowly this morning, it took a while to engage the brain. A few moments of vagueness, and utter disinterest in anything, soon passed, and I realised that I’d just had over five hours in the arms of sweet Morpheus, which surprised me a little after the four previous nights of broken, disturbed rest. Maybe things are going to go better today for me? What a stupid thought! My brain was near-fully operational, and the Thought Storms began. Thankfully, the need of a wee-wee broke the trend.

I rose calmly, and carefully from the c1968 recliner, and caught my balance easily enough. Hobbled over to the ‘unused’, overnight nocturnal wee-wee bucket, and boy what a shocker it was! Back to those of last year; Stinging like hell, bursts out for a few seconds, then went into a dribble mode with even worse pain! Silver Lining Search: There was no pre or after dribbling!

Started doing the Health-Checks, with the Blood Pressure on the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Great! The SYS was down to 130, it’s never been so low! Dia 83, pulse 79.
The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, gave exactly the same reading as it did yesterday, of 36.7°c. That was pleasing, cause I reckon that is a fair level.

I took the morning tablets. Please note that I did not miss last nights doses! Hehe! About time too!

I turned the computer on to do some graphics, then had a look at the emails. One indicated that L9 bus service is to be cancelled in apart of the Nottingham City Councils efforts to claw back £millions, due to Covid-19. There was an email address to offer our views on the subject, and I sent one. But it will inevitably have to go. Shame, but it can’t be helped.

I went to make a brew of Glengettie, and I got side-tracked (I do tat an awful lot, lately). Into sorting the seasoning cupboard out. Glad to say I’ve now got some various seasonings in hand. Mild chilli, basil, paprika, chives, various types of salts, peri-peri, etc. Soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, Squid sauce, normal and extra-strong matured Marmite (Hehehehe, lovely!), black pepper, too. Shame that Iceland and Sainsbury’s didn’t send me any fresh onions, leeks or shallots. Tsk!

I put the remainder of the mini-potatoes in the crock-pot, and added some chives and sea salt, leaving them to hopefully, marinate. Note how SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) encouraged me to tip in half the pot of chives? Grumph!

Titivating the fridge, and I came across this whatever it was in the photo on the right? It was snuggled in the door tray, hidden under some pots of milk. I wonder what it was? You have to laugh! Well, I did anyway, during which, I let pains in both eyes, not bad at all, but it worried me. So much that I got the camera to investigate.

It was the subconjunctival haemorrhage in the eye. But it didn’t look so bad as the last time.  I wondered why it was in the right eye this time, but the pictures looked the same as previously? It dawned on me after a while, the Nikon camera, now deceased; I’m afraid, had something called an unmirrored lens… I might be getting myself all confused here? Anyway, I sneezed a few times again, and now both eyes are itching like mad? My typical bad timing, with the vaccination due tomorrow, I don’t want to get in a pickle appointment-wise. Then, of course, Saturday and Sunday, so no help available. The left eye is getting filled with mucus, and making seeing properly difficult as the day goes on.

I went for another painful pee, of the same mode as the first one. And got started on updating the blog from yesterday. I fear many mistakes have been made with the eyes problems. I fear that if Saccedes Sandra comes on as well, I’ll just have to summon help.

It was uncomfortable and Oh, so slow job doing the updating. Got it finished eventually. Posted it off, Emailed the link, Pinterested a photo or two, then went on Facebook catch-up. Hard work seeing things correctly. Went on the WordPress Reader section. Next, I replied to the WP comments.

Then, I did some template adjusting, changed the font, I wanted to widen the main text body, but couldn’t. This might am not allowed on this template, or, as is more likely, I couldn’t remember how to do it. Tsk!

I put the computer into sleep-mode and got some handwashing done. The made in Myanmar (Burmese), maroon zip-up jacket, and the new made in India, Tru-Size pyjama bottoms-lounge pants, are not true-to-size very warm, but comfortable enough with all the heating on full.

Off to get the ablutions tended to. I had a nosey at the eye again, it looks a tad worse than yesterday, and the annoying itching continues. As for the ablutions, well, hardly any problems at all. It was as if I was in a dream! Total all the way through, there were only about six dropsies, nowt knocked over – Grrreat!

Back to the computer, and I saw the thick quilt that I was going to wash earlier. It was where I left it, folded on the clothes airer, so I wouldn’t forget it – but I did! So I set to washing it in the sink, and it was a bit of a job, with it being thicker. I then hung on the shower track in the wet room to dry.

I made a start on the waste bag assembling. And found four letters had been posted, I went off to investigate, one from the NHS – DVT Deep-Vein-Thrombosis Warfarin clinic with the results of the last blood test, the INR was up to 3.4, which is almost spot-on, at last something went right! Yee-Haa!

The next one, was from the City of Nottingham City Police, about the Pegasus listing I presume, I’ve not opened it yet. I must ask Deana if she can help me that one, it needs a lot of living details filling in about Winwood Heights.

Another from the NHS, telling to book an appointment for the Covid-19 Vaccine – this is the third one I’ve had, and the appointments were made last Wednesday, I think it was. Another, telling me the same thing, including a leaflet of what to expect and do at the appointment.

Sister Jane rang, I was in the middle of sorting out the waste bags, and she said she’d ring back. Which she did! I got the job cleared up, and she rang back with impeccable timing, as is her way. Haha! We had a good chinwag, Pete chipping in. He’s doing so well with his Big C – Super! We even managed a few laughs and a spot of reminiscing, too!

I got the waste bags on the walker and limped along through flat looby, to the end of the lift lobby, and into the chute room – not an uneventful little poddle as it turned out…

As I fumbled a little to get in without scratching the new paintwork with the trolley-guide wheels, the blasted git of a bad timer, SSS gave me a bashing at the worst possible moment! Just as I opened the cover and reached down to pick the bag up, SSS made me clout the back of my elbow joint on the cast iron metal!

I’m writing this a couple of hours later than when it happened, and the elbow still hurts! Grigglesbogworthy!

Of course, it didn’t bother me really.

I went down ion the lift to take the recycling stuff to the bin. The flooring chaps were working in the lobby, and the main front doors were out of bounds, so I went through the caretaker’s access room, and out to the big bin.

Back up, had a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, rubbed some Phorpain Gel on the bashed up elbow, and top, the midday medications, olive oiled the lugholes nibbled some Pretzel pieces, the Honey, Mustard and Onion flavoured ones. Gawd they’re good!

I then investigated the chances of getting a Sainsbury order done for next Monday or Tuesday. I see what’s what and available, back in a bit folks…

Few options on slots I’m afraid, I had no choice than to have a late one – Fangnations! Wednesday 10th February 2021 – 18:30>19:30hrs. Still, I can look forward to getting some of the ordered minced beef to make the Chill-Con-Carne with, hopefully, some leeks, parsnips, onions and carrots to go with it this time. I’ve blocked substitutes on the veg, else I might have ended up their Sainsbury’s famous Super-Substitutes and got things like; a cheese knife, pickled walnut and/or some postage stamps.

The weariness is coming on. I put the delivery on the Google Calendar. Added some diced onions on the Iceland order for Saturday.

I got an email telling me that the damned charges for the mobile are going up again! That was nice… Grumphs!

A year or so ago, I called in the shop in Victoria Centre to cancel the contract… and the smooth, villainous, young Arthur Daily type assistant manager, said they could put me on a contract with free calls and texts, for a sim, at £15 a month. Naturally, I fell for the con. It’s gone up three times since, and a limit on free phone calls has come into play. Well, I don’t have Network Envy!

Going to get some nosh sorted, I’m fading fast here. Haha!

I took this snap from the kitchenette window, I’ve forgotten why, but there was a reason. (Tsk!)

Then I set to serving the meal up on the tray. And a decent one it was. The turkey slices were supposed to be Chilli-flavoured, some folks would have been disappointed, but the mild taste suited me down to the ground… Which is where some of the meat ended up when SSS gave me a rattling good shaking as I was getting it out of the packet! Cringleblastit! A worthy flavour-rating of 7.5/10, though. The sourdough bread had kept well, and as delicious with the Lurpac loaded on the slices! I noticed the bag’s writing had changed, and now states ‘Slow-fermented Starter-Dough’, what does that mean? I’ll get time eventually to ask Mr Google.

I washed the pots, and took the evening medications (that’s two nights remembering to take them on the trot, now! Hehe!).

Settled to watch two episodes of ‘Tales of the Unexpected’, on Freeview channel 11. Wonderfully, I flaked-out at the first set of adverts and was in the hands of Sweet Morpheus… Ahhh!

Insalubrious Inchies Diary, Wednesday 3rd February 2021

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♥ TFZer Nancy, & Clint clinging together in the sky! ♥

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Wednesday 3rd February 2021

Igbo (Nigeria): Wenezdee 3 Febrụwarị 2021

01:30hrs: I sneezed as I sprang back into semi-consciousness, to find my blubberous, belly-ridden body bent, balancing part on, and little off of, the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, and one leg sticking up on the swivel chair? Vague memories of a dream, I was on a barge or boat on a canal, fog, falling into the water? But they faded quickly. And as I began to try and straighten out my torso legs and arms, the need of a wee-wee arose…

How I wish I’d had a CCTV fitted. And attempted rising back up could be recorded for posterity. The urgency of the wee-wee forced me to throw caution to the wind, and I blundered free of the recliner, no catching my balance, and Cartilage Cathy gave way, and down I went on the worst of the two knees, of course!

Unbelievable! I landed right next to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), I whipped down the PPs, and hardly needed to move as I was in the perfect wee-weeing position near the bucket! Bloody-good job too! For thing torrented out and being so far down near the container. The splash-back did not spray back out. Talk about mixed feelings at the same time, well almost. Shock at going over, pain on landing on the knee. Amazement at finding myself in the optimum position for the evacuation, No splash-back damage, and free of PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). 

I knelt there, part-surprised, part-giggling to myself, part in agony… and pondered over how the hell I got done in the first place – and then the wish that I’d got a CCTV to have recorded the events. I believe it would have gone viral on YouTube! Hahaha! I immensely enjoyed the fact that I’d got away with things without any injury…

But that was before the struggle to get back up on my feet, although a recording of this, would have people laughing, watching it! I utilised the swivel chair to get myself to the recliner, and after some failed painful attempts to get back up, the next one was messy. Still, I successfully somehow got my bum into the recliner, and I was aching all over, and yet half-smiling at the situation I’d got myself into. And I still wish they had fitted CCTV in the room. Hehehe!

I’ve only been up for about ten minutes. I’ve got Cartilage Cathy all inflamed. Then, I masterly and cleverly, but unintentionally collapsed on my knee. I had a wee-wee, and spread the quilt and cushions all over the place in my painful strugglings, to get back into the chair! What a dépaysement from the usual morning antics.

I nervously got up from the recliner, but things went well, other than an acute pain with the right knee, I seemed to have got away injury free! Which I liked!

Cleaned the bucket. No teaing it, no washing, no nibbling either. I cracked on with updating yesterdays blog. I had messages from My Norton, that took a good while to get sorted, luckily it did it all for me, I just clicked a few buttons.

Despite Neurotramitter Nicodemus and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) both doing their best to handicap my progress (they did a fair job of this mind), it took a while.

But I got the blog updated and sent off to WordPress. Then Pinterested a photo or two, they went on Facebook catch-up.

I considered making the first brew of Glengettie of the day. But resisted it, and pressed on with Starting this blog going.

I decided to stop and get the Ablutions done early, just if the Sainsbury order came early… Hehehe! I am a fool!

I got into the wet room, and as I got out the teeth and shaving gear, I noticed that the PPs were getting low. Not desperate yet, if things don’t start over leaking or bleeding, I’ve got two weeks stock left, but I will have to order some more today at some time, but of course, I am only allowed one order a fortnight now. Fingers crossed!

The pathetic and not-fit-for-the-job pads are still there, so if things go pear-shaped, I’ll just have to manage with them, mayhaps.

Then the need for the Porcelain Throne took precedence. And what an odd session this one was. DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was another victory for Trotsky. But it was a closer thing today, I’d still say the equivalent of a 3-1 win, though. And nearly as messy as yesterdays was, but not meatball or torpedo-shaped, this was a new one to me, not in the Poo-Passing record book!

I’d call it, erm… er… well, mottled-multi-coloured kale shaped, decorated with peanuts?  Sorry but that is how things looked to me, worryingly. The camouflage colouring was a new one too. Silver-Lining-Discovered: The content disappeared with just two flushes!

I cleared the nasals. Then did the teggies, and started shaving. Had a stand-up shower, throughout all of these activities, I only made five dropsies! Smug-Mode-Considered, but I thought better of it, it’s early yet!

Towelled off, and tackled the medicalisationing. I was applying the Germoloid ointment, and knocked the PPs off of the floor cabinet – I didn’t fret about, I left them, to pick up later, after all, nothing to break there is there? I carried on with the Harold Haemorrhoiding.

I filled the small tub with warm water and Dettol. To clean the fungal lesion thoroughly before creaming with Dakacort. And I dropped the tub (Thanks, Nicolas!) Guess what the water fell on? Fungalglobberastions! The PPs!

I panicked, and grabbed at the PP’s, but knew as soon as I had them in my hand, that several would be of no further us they were soaked through! As I was putting the salvaged ones back on the cabinet corner, I was so angry with myself and started to curse, and the spectacles fell off of my head! A lens bounced out, and my cursing got worse!

I took the photos of the legs, at least they were looking very fair this morning. Then, I started a sneezing bout, that if I had got my glasses on, would indeed have had them off again! Mixed fortunes abounded in this session! I took this snap of the moon en route.

I got dressed, put the Indian made Tru-Fit (which they are not) lounge pants, my made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, and the Korean made slippers on.

And got the heath Checks done.

The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and a most reliable contactless thermometer, read 36.7°c, spot-on that was!

The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, read a decent 15SYS, DIA 79, and the pulse read at 78. All looked good there!. Well, why not, I’m fed up of hearing me moan today!.

I investigated the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) letter that had been posted through the door. Monday 8th February, the are breeding the floor on Winchester and Woodthorpe Court ground floor lobbies, so no access in or out of the flats will be available from 08:00 > 14:00hrs. When the creeding is done. I’ll have a word with Anne Gyna, Aorta Heart-Valve Arnold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, and Diabetes Donald, and ask them not to attack me at this time of day on that Monday) Cause the Paramedics will not be able to gain access. Hehehe!

Carried on updating this blog, as I awaited the Sainsbury delivery. I got an email from the company: No leeks, onions, Vodka, or Mackerel. So, only three things this time, a vast improvement, but unfortunately, ruins my plans to make a Chilli-Con-Carne. Still, plenty of other stuff in stock, and Sainsbury’s are delivering bread this time! According to the email, anyway.

Taking a look outside to see if the food van had arrived yet, I shot this view of the moon from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking kitchen window. A shame the Nikon phone has died a death, this Canon one, is not suitable for taking evening and early morning shots, at all. Never mind. Huh!

Cathy Cartilage nearly had me over as I was picking the tea up top take with me. Luckily, being an athletic young man, in perfect physical condition, with reactions of a viper… Ahem! I managed to save the day by grabbing at the edge of the counter’s corner. Then I cleaned up spilt tea!

The intercom chimed out, the Sainsbury’s delivery arrived. The driver burst through the outer lobby door, letting it bang too with a loud thud, that made me cringe! I shall be really popular with the other tenants now! I indicated a shh to the driver! Nice chap, he’d been before. He packed the things in the box and bag for me, put them through the door. He started to shoot off, but I stopped him, and means of thanks, and gave him a can of pink gin. He departed, and let the door slam closed behind him again. Cring, winge and fear of being unpopular reined!

I got food in the kitchenette, checked the items and dates on them. Three days on the sourdough bread, and bread thins. Four on the milk roll loaf! Today’s, on the cream eclairs. I got the bread’s in the freezer, leaving out the sourdough on to have tonight.

I got the grapes, butter, cooked meat, pepper, yoghourt and beetroot in the fridge. Tomatoes in the cupboard, as I did with the seasonings, canned foods, and the passata. The cleaners went under the sink, with the bleach.

Oh, and I washed some grapes to have with the nosh!

The bag of mini potatoes was only dated for the 5th. I can’t do the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) I’d planned now, cause somehow I forgot to order the minced beef! (A few moments of self-loathing, and low morale, followed).

I’d bought a small bag of the Mini-Potatoes and a large bag of small potatoes. As you can see from the photo I took of the mini ones (above), they were blighted terribly. I washed and put a few in the crock-pot for later on. But had to dish a lot of them.

Not that I can blame anyone really, with all the wet weather we’ve had, I half-expected this problem. A change in plans for my nosh was made then. I’ll go for these potatoes, curried baked beans, and tomatoes with some bacon methinks. I’ll chop some tomatoes now and put them with the beans in the saucepan.

I set to updating again, the weariness was beginning to fall, and the landline chirped and flashed. It was the extremely nice and patient DVT (Deep-Vein-Thrombosis) lady giving me a check call to see how things were going. Made my day it did! The usual questions about medication problems, sleep, the Covi-19 vaccine inoculations, am I eating properly, and many more, she let me answer each one, even though in the excitement of getting a call, brought Stuttering Stephanie into action, the lady was supportive with me, Bless her cotton socks.

I made a brew of Glengettie and carried on with the updating for an hour or so.

It dawned on me, (Have you ever been dawned on? Hahahaha!), that the wee-wees were a little scarce today, yet the blader feels as if I should be wee-weeing more?

I decided to make a start on the dinner prepping.

I opened the can of baked curried beans into the saucepan, and I halved some Vitorria Cherry Vine tomatoes. Then added some Cirio Passata and stirred it up well.

I’d got the ready cooked crispy smoked streaky bacon to add to it before serving.

Back to the computer, I still felt like I ought to be wee-weeing?

Updated this a bit further on, and out of the blue SSS started giving me a bashing, it lasted that long, I gave up trying to type at all.

The craving for food meant the end of anything but getting the meal served and eaten – so I did!

What a gannet! Curried baked beans, crispy bacon, added passata and fresh tomatoes, grapes, and marvellous sourdough bread that soaked up the juices delightfully!

Incidentally and by the way, those naughty, wicked, not-permitted, fresh cream doughnuts, that were obviously sent on a whim, they certainly weren’t ordered by Inchie! As if I’d buy anything so unhealthy! I only ate them both because I don’t like throwing food away. Ahem!

Got the pots soaking in the washing up bowl. Settled to watch a Kitchen Nightmare episode. Drifted off to sleep during the first set of advertisement.

Woke up with a mega-starling jump a couple of hours later. The right eye was blurred, no pain at all. Not like Saccades Sandra affects me, this was more like when I burst a blood vessel in the left eye and had all that hassle getting it sorted out at the hospital. But this was the right eye, so I assume its a bit of grit or something. But most uncomfortable.

It didn’t stop me nodding off again, and having a great five-hour long sleep! Yee-Haa!

Insecure Inchies Diary – Tuesday 2nd February 2021

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TFZer Cooking, and another looking?

Tuesday 2nd February 2021

Croatian: Utorak, 2 Veljače 2021

(2.2.21) 02:34hrs: I forced open my eyes and waited for the brain to catch me up. I soon realised that I’d just had a whopping great sleep of over five-hours duration! Grrreat! But why did I feel so tired still? There were no demands for any immediate wee-weeing needs. (Another surprise for me!)

I stayed there, on the £300, second-hand c1968, recliner, and did a bit of enforced bodily wriggling, to access the state of the ailments.

No signs of pain or even discomfort, from Ann Gyna. Reflux Roger, Arthur Itis, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), or hassles, were all absent! Toothache Thomas and BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) were the tiniest bit uncomfortable, but well-bearable to live with! Only Cartilage Cathy, of the Pain-Giving selection of ailments, was hurtful!  An extraordinary and delightsome state of medical affairs to wake up to! But I held back from going into a ‘Smug-Mode’, all the same.

For as I made my first moves to free myself from the battered and tatty futon, I realised that Nicoemus’s neurotransmitters failing, Saccades was blurring the vision, and Dizzy Dennis were both active! Not good, but far much better than the average upping and at ’em times, pain-wise.

By the time I’d fought my body out of the recliner and caught my balance. A wee-wee was needed. To the overnight bucket, and got a hell of a shock, as an FPB (Forceful-Painful-Blasting) marathon of a wee-wee flowed out, as if from a hose-pipe! Gorblimey! A few specs of blood floaters too, probably from the Fungal Lesion, I’ll check on it later. Still, it woke me up fully, Hehe!

I washed me and the bucket, disinfected and got on with the Health Checks.

Yet another surprise. The SYS reading was down even further this morning, to 140, the lowest for years!

The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and reliable contactless thermometer result as down a smidgeon on yesterdays reading, at 36.9°c,  (98.42°f). A good count, methinks? It’s ion the green anyway.

I made a mess of photographing the feet as I got dressed. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? But it came out pretty horrible! 

Then I took the medications from last night, that again I’ve forgotten to take. Humph!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, put the milk in, and had to nip to the Porcelain Throne in some haste. 

No doubt in my mind from the innards rumbling, and that uncertain feeling in the stomach, this was going to be a session, that was dominated my Trotsky Terence again! Boy, was I right!

Again, like the last three visits, no soon had I plumped my bum on the plastic raised seat, the evacuations started and flowed slowly, but painlessly for once, on and on it went. Where is it coming from, I didn’t have a meal last night? Masses of it! Messy, stinky, mushy, all in long thin torpedo-shapes, that gelled together as I looked at it!

I swear it began steaming!

What a picklement, the flushes were not clearing much away down the hole, despite things looking like they were turning almost liquid each time the handle was pressed, and that was many times! I don’t think I’ve ever had to flush and refill the tank so often? Took me ages free things up. But eventually, it disappeared! Phew!

The towel that I had put on the sock-glide to air-off was left where it was. I felt a comfort of sorts, in not having to look at the vindictive, injury-producing, hateful damned thing! Hahaha!

Off to get the ablutions tackled. The teeth cleaning produced only two dropsies! The shaving was a good session, only two dropsies, and three minuscule nicks. The showering was a bit of a lark, eleven dropsies, two bags against hard objects, and a few worries over loses of balance – however, I got through it without any severe injuries, all the same. It took me well over an hour this time.

The wee-wees were getting a little more frequent for some unknown. Back on the computer, I got sidetracked when I found a site with some good usable old English words. Made a brew, the bitterly cold fine rain was falling.

I had a bash at cleaning the reading glasses, but I had to be careful with Nicodemus and SSS starting to play up. It took me ages to find where I’d left the wristwatch.

After a lengthy and in-depth ‘driving-me-bonkers’ search…

I found it right in front of me, on the 1963-designed and made Hopewell’s G-plan cabinet. I bought it from the charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flat. I wish I’d known it was going to fall to pieces so soon. Tsk!

I got the hearing aids decoked and out in. And returned to the computer, and at a whim, I started to create a little humorous rhyme with graphics, about the lockdown.

I got as far as making the header for the funny ode post, and the door chimes burst forth. It was the district nurse, bless her cotton socks! I hobble unsteadily to the door and welcomed her in. Such a lovely lady ♥. She set to getting things done, while I waffled on, going through the usual stuff and checks.

BP, Diabetes, Peripheral Neuropathy. Temperatures, DVT. Urine bladder and bowels, Warfarin level, etc. The Fungal Lesion was explained in full, I only just stopped her having a look at it – that would have been mega-embarrassing for me. Hehehe! We discussed the PPs and the problems I’d been having.

Not too happy with the BP, when she looked at the readings log. Took a photo of it to take with her to the clinic, or whatever. Also, she took the notes of the wee-weeing colour etc. and the heavy-duty Throne activities with her. I always feel cared for after she’s been to see me. ♥

She checked the two Covid-19 vaccination papers details. I thanked her, and feeling so much better for her calling, off she shot to her next old biddy or middy. Ah, so sad to see her go! Sob!

Back to the Lockdown Advice, funny post creating. The odes took me a lot longer than anticipated, and it was getting late now, and the weariness was coming on, as it usually does at this time. So, I pressed on to get the blog finished of and posted it off to WordPress.

In case you wish to have a smile, here is the link: Inchies Lockdown Escape Advice.

As I was posting off, at long last, the graphic and ode funny (I hope) to WordPress, what a clatter of noise from above. I hope whoever is living where it came from are alright.

I found the latest Covid-19 figures locally.

They show new cases being done on the previous full week as being down 14.9%.

I’d forgot to put the photographs of the icy weather this morning on the blog, better late than never I suppose, so here they the be.

Bottom field, with the human footsteps imprinted on the shortcuts that had been taken.

The kitchenette window, as I opened it to take the pictures, wit the droplets showing as the dripped all over my bulging but wobbly belly.

The wet roads and the mist and drizzle gave an eerie aspect to this shot to Sherwood’s left view. The view reminded me of something, but what? I can’t remember.

I was getting another brew (Oh, the wee-wees have died down by the way!), and the landline burst forth, but I could not get to it in time. Back to the kitchen, and the mobile burst forth. It was Jenny, and we had a friendly little gossip, that was good of her to call me. I enjoyed that, thanks, Jenny. ♥

I made sure I had some bread, well baps, unfrozen ready to have ham rolls and tomatoes for nosh later on!

The landline rang and flashed one more. It was the Sherrington Park Medical Practice receptionist, the one with a good clear voice. Amazing, after finding out that was had booked and have to travel all that way to have the Covid-19 vaccinations, I find out I could have had it done at home!!!!!!

Funny that is, just the day after Deana made the appointments, I get the chance, which I can no longer accept, of having the injections done at home arranged by the Doctor! Then it changed to “We were just making sure your covered, being ‘a-high-risker’ That was that, I felt the opposite of what I did after seeing the nurse, and felt a little like I’d been fobbed off in some way. But I soon came round after the call. It’s not going to be easy, and it might be expensive if I have to get a taxi. But, weather permitting, at least if you have to get two buses, either way, I can manage it (he says hopefully). Haha!

I got the nosh, such as it was, prepared and on the plate and tray. So wearified now! No cooking involved, all cold stuff, but I did enjoy it, as I settled and watched a Tales of the unexpected episode, well, tow pf them, but I nodded off when the advertisements came on in the second one, waking up as the music started as it finished.

Zzzz!

Inchie’s Lockdown Escape Advice (To four holiday locations in a day) Oh, Yes!

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Can one cope with the lockdown, and still get vacationing done?

The piccies and odes below, show how Inchcock managed this fete, feet, feat!

I started my wondering, my holiday,

The junk room I was in, so I did stay,

Watched video, although no BluRay,

I viewed episodes, of Red Dwarf and Stingray,

Had nibble of yoghourt, strawberry,

By gum it was nice, to escape as they say!

My next vacation, to the kitchen, it was untidy,

Washed my socks and blue beret,

I was content, not uptight or snidey,

In fact, I was moving well, not torpidly,

I was relaxed, my mind working unhurriedly,

So I left the messy scullery,

Then went on a tour of the balcony!

The windows let in the ice-like rain,

Leaving me wet, cold and  unhappy again,

Although stubbing my toe was a pain,

But this trip out wasn’t mundane,

The bleeding left me with a bloodstain,

My slippers’ll have to be cleaned again,

But my sense of humour I did retain,

Porcelain Throne, needed, that I must not retain,

I hope it passes easily and is not a painful strain!

My most used and popular room of them all,

A place where I’ve had many a fall,

Accifaupas, Whoopsiedangleplops I have in there,

Well above my fair-share,

The wet room, always something to hurt, scare or enthral

Good stuff too, to be fair,

Sometimes on the Throne, I see passings in freefall,

Others, with blockages, nothing moves, at all,

Yes, the seat seems to get heavy wear,

At times in there, there’s little fresh air,

Bleach & disinfectant I do share,

It’s a losing battle, but do I care?

Sometimes, I think I must be bilingual,

Frustrated, my language can be, erm… individual,

Naughty words used, I do declare,

When the flush doesn’t work, despair!

No wonder I’ve got no hair!

Then there’s the Sock-Glide in there,

Gives me many a nightmare,

It nips, pinches finger-ends, traps your finger hair,

Blood flows using it’s unfair,

It drives me, nearly nuclear…

””””””””””””

I had planned to visit the ground floor,

But the situation down there was desperate for sure,

Trying to find a way out, I stubbed my toe,

Perhaps later, I’ll give it another go?

Still, I mustn’t complain, though!

Written on the spur of the moment, I apologise!

Institutionalised Inchies Diary – Monday 1st February 2021

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♥ Our TFZer Angel, Gladys ♥

Monday 1st February 2021

Maori: Mane 1st Pepuere 2021

02:35hrs: Yet another night of broken sleep patterns. Shame that! Still, needing a wee-wee, and the Vampire Nurse being due to remove my blood early today, I had to rise from the £300, second-hand, c1968, excrescent, horrendously-grungy, beige coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner.

I caught my balance easily enough, and I made my way to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and painfully rid myself of about three eggcups full of wee-wee, with even more of the stubborn PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with.

Relieving myself, I got a message from the EQ. It was not a clear one, but sort of mixed signals that didn’t warn me, but rather advised me to absorb what was coming along soon and analyse the situation and make a positive decision. Very vapid and vague, but that what was revealed to me?

I emptied and cleaned the overnight bucket, and hobbled to the kitchen, with Cartilage Cathy’s knee giving way a couple of times en route. I tried to link this with the EQ message, but am sure not connected.

I took the hanging to dry green quilt down from the coat hanger on the rail above the sink. And laid it on the server-trolley, in such a position, that the damp parts, top and bottom, were nearest the wall heater. Cunning eh? I’m mastering this, you know!

I did the Health Checks, starting with the dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer.

The SYS had tumbled down to 145, the first time it’s been those low in many a month?

The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and jolly reliable contactless battery-powered thermometer, looked close to turning into amber from green, showing the body-temperature of 37.2° Centigrade. 98.96° Fahrenheit.

An urgent summoning from the innards to the Porcelain Throne followed. So, I went to the wet room as instructed, without delay. Haha! A good job I did, too!

Only a bit nifty work in dropping everything and getting down on the seat saved an embarrassing situation from occurring! The evacuation started before I’d actually got my rear end settled! The PTDDSB (Porcelain-Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle) was won hands down by Trotsky Terence this morning. Constipation Konrad was well beaten out of sight. And messy, it certainly was, the cleaning up afterwards took me ages. Made worse, by the cisterns inability to cope with the mass of the downloaded product.  The multiple refilling of the water tank, and my dropping the water jug, and more bending down to sort out the mess, surrounded by the pungent aroma, had me feeling rather drained, pained and mordacious! Tsk! Still, I didn’t mind. Ahem!

After being up for what felt like half a day, I finally got around to updating the Sunday (I do hate Sundays!) blog.

Blessedly, and amazingly, apart from Cartilage-Cathy (who did not affect the typing, only the concentration), and SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley frequently attacking; the other ailments were in a good mood with me. Which meant I got the blog updated in an efficient time scale. Smug-Mode-Adopted, and Smirking with swaying-head, and Satisfied-Smile, that gave way to blooming great laugh, breaking out, too!)

I posted off the IT diary, emailed the link, and went on Facebooking updating. Then went on the WordPress Reader, and answered some comments. I was getting a smidge, worried, with things going so well? I even got the jobs done in time, so no need to rush the ablutions before the nurse was due to,

I had over an hour, to get the shaving-shower etc. done! I put the computer in sleep mode (I wish I could that with me), and off to the wet room.

The teeth cleaning proved no bother! The shaving, only four dropsies, and only two tiny nocks that hardly bled at all!

The showering, well, was brilliant! Only two dropsies, no dizzies, no tumbles, no hitting into anything, Grrreat! Drying off, only the one dropsies; that was the towel – but it did so several times. Hehe!

The medicationalisationing went fair, too! The legs looked a little blotchy, but I think that was due to the lighting in the wet room.

I got some handwashing done and hung above the kitchen sink.

Then, a surprise, a wee-wee. It had been ages since I had one. Not that I wanted to have one, but the changes in the wee-weeing habits seem to change several times a day. Just thought I’d mention it.

I got the waste bags sorted out and stacked up on the trolley-walker in the hallway, with a box of recyclables on the top of the pile.

It’s going to be interesting getting that to the waste room chute. (For interesting, you may consider using ‘risky’. Haha! My plan was to take the small bags to deposit in the waste funnel, the not take the glass and recycling boxes on down to the caretaker Robert’s bins. Next, to call on Ballerina Warden Deana, and ask her to arrange the Covid-19 inoculation for me. A plan…me? Having a plan! Scary!

The intercom rang forth and flashed, and the angelic-looking mask of the Haematology Nurse appeared on the intercom screen. I admitted her and went to get a shirt on quickly because I didn’t want to scare her by making her look at my lardaceous, protruding wobbly-belly. Fairs, fair!

A cheery soul she was, efficient too. She soon had the blood taken, filled the missed-medications form in for me as well. As she was leaving, they are always in a rush. (That or want to get away as fast as possible from me for fear of catching something, Hahahaha!) I asked if she had children a hone, and she said yes, so I gave a boy and girls facemask from the ones I’d bought, mistakenly thinking they were adult ones (Waste not, want not). I’ll find someone today to give the others to.

I got the walker-trolley out into the lift lobby, and down to the far end to the waste-chute room. It was a close call, but UI got there without losing or dropping anything.

Put the nine small bags down the funnel, and I took the empty box back to the flat, then down with the nibble bags, full recycling box, Covid-19 letter and the other two facemasks. I sound almost organised today, don’t I? As I say, worrying innit? Worse with EQ’s cryptic message for the day.

Down in the lift, and met Doris, we fought our way through the lobby that was being done-up. Out and to the bin, left the bag of recyclables, no sign of Robert. Then I carried on to the Winwood Court and the warden’s, Obergruppenfürheress Deana,
Reichs Inspekteuress Julie interrogation office.

I handed the bag to Deana and begged her for help with the vaccination paperwork, she told me to sit down in the lobby, while she sorts the dates and times our for me, bless her cotton socks.

Mary was in the lobby, we chatted, but neither of were sure what the other one was saying, made worse by the facemasks.

This reminded me, and I inquired if anyone had kiddywinks at home, but no. Deana came out and said she has got me an appointment for the Covid-Vaccine giving, at 11:10 hrs on Friday 12th February, and the follow-up one on Saturday 1st May at the same time. Both at the Djanology School on Gregory Road near the Forest ground. Which will mean four buses, two, each way, or a taxi both ways on those days, my heads in a daze… She had written the dates down for me to put in my calendar, bless her cotton socks.

I asked if the foot-lady was still open, Deana said no, so that’s the end of my Friday appointment then, Humph!

I thanked her, and as I got outside, I thought I’d take a photo of the note with the times. Just in case I lost it. Ahem!

I walked along Chestnut Way back to the flats.

I met Robert on the way, and I put the glass jars that I’d forgot to do earlier, in the green glass bin. He had kids at home, so I gave him the camouflage and pink children’s facemasks, back up to the flat.

First thing, I put the date and times of the vaccine appointments into the Google Calendar.

Then I got the photos uploaded to CorelDraw to resize and sort them.

I made a brew of Glengettie, and I took this photo on the right, of Chestnut Walk below the flats.

Back to the computer, and updated this blog for a few hours.

Then got the Wax Clearer kit out that was delivered yesterday.

The instructions were far to small to read. I did a search for my magnifying glass, after half an hour or so, I gave up.

I took a photo of the English Translated instructions.

Then also gave up on understanding them, and I got the old soft-screw one out and used that.

A couple more hours updating, and I was feeling shattered, so gave up trying to do any more on the computer.

I made a tasty brew, Glengettie of course, and took the evening medications. (I fact, I found in the morning that I hadn’t imbibed them, when I found the pot of tablets stuck in the folds of my blubbery stomach, Tsk!)

Too tired for owt to eat. Washed and settle in the c1968 recliner, stayed awake to watch Tales of the unexpected, and part of a Kitchen Nightmare episode, and Sweet Morpheus took over at last. Thank heavens for that!

Aspergillosis Inchies Diary – Sunday 31 January 2021

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♥ TFZer Lillie, and her Butler having a shoe clearout? ♥

Sunday 31 January 2021

Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 31 Faoilleach 2021

I woke several times, and I thought I’d start keeping a record of future ones on the notepad.

22:50hrs: Woke wearily, passed wind, and fell back to sleep.

23:55hrs: Woke, feeling tired. Nodded off again.

00:10hrs: Woke, thought about giving up. Passed-wind. Fell asleep.

01:30hrs: Woke, coughed, and drifted off again.

01:45hrs: Woke, Anne Gyna bother, back to kip again.

02:30hrs: Woke, Anne Gyna bad, more wind passed, and the need of a wee-wee, finally forced me into semi-activity. I rose, hauling my stupendously wobbly-bellied body up onto the feet from the Grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, excruciatingly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, and caught my balance. Anne Gyna was as painful as she’s been for months. I waddled over to the overnight wee-wee bucket and had a wee-wee of the SP (Short-Powerfull) type. No pre or after-dribbling.

I then took the evening medications I’d missed, last night. Putting in a strictly as needed only (two a day), “Advise Your Doctor”, Nitroglycerin sublingual tablet, letting it dissolve fully. Next, an extra pain-killer. Anne Gyna was a right pain this morning! I must remember to take the morning doses later.

With it being so long since taking these, I double-checked the instructions: A; Sit down – B: Place tablet under tongue. – C: Wait for Five-minutes. D: Do not swallow the tablet. E: If not better, repeat A to C. – F: No improvement? Call 999. I did it right then, now carry on and see how things go.

I was feeling proper shackered, but not low or miserable with it, just drained. Sweet Morpheus has not been kind to me these last few nights. And with Anne Gyna kicking off, a smidge of ‘feeling-sorry for-myselfness’ lingered. Hey-Ho!

I got the computer going, and I threw my attention at getting the updating of yesterdays IT, done. The wee-wees continued throughout, but each one was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style now. At long last, I got the updating finished. Posted it off, emailed the link, and did some Facebooking.

Then. I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day.

Sorted some waste bags out and got them in the box on the walker. I’ll need to take these to the waste chute later on, but must get the computing done first, then prepping Josie’s meals to be done. Oh, I can’t go out in case the delivery arrives… The Thought Storms were at it again!

Tried again to clean the crock-pot basin. I thought I’d done a decent job, but when I put the bowel back in the slow-cooker, I realised I hadn’t done a half-decent job cleaning it at all! I had another go, but the mushroom skins were glued to the porcelain! I put it in soak again. Humph!

I went onto the WordPress Reader section. Next, onto the WP comments. I’d missed these yesterdays, Tsk! It took me over an hour, but I was just glad I’d not missed them again, and I replied to them all. Sorry that it was late, folks!

Then a wee-wee, the kettle filled and turned on, and the moon suddenly came out from the clouds.

That did it – I resolved to get a decent picture of the moon, this time, surely one of them might come out alright? I think since I lot the Nikon, and night shots being so frustratingly bad with the Canon, I may have gone into withdrawal symptoms time. Hahaha! I rushed to get the camera before the clouds hid the moon.

Had I took these with the much-missed and lamented Nikon, I’d have thought they were average at best. But with the Canon, they were much better than usual.

Anne Gyna kicked off again with a venom!

I got the Health Checks done then. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer. At least the SYS had fallen from yesterday, down to 159!

The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another decent level of 36.5°c, well in the acceptable green area.

Anne Gyna pains may need me to summon some help if she doesn’t calm down soon. It’s such a struggle to concentrate with the stabbing all around the ribs and chest areas. I dare not take another Nitroglycerin tablet now, with only two being allowed per day, if I did imbibe another one, there would be nothing effective to try if she is still as bad tonight… Poor old thing. I might have a search to see if I have any spare Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers they are used to help treat high blood pressure, angina and heart failure), and take it now, cause things are getting a little nervous-making with Anne Gyna. Yes, I’ll have a look for any spare.

Aha, I found one. I got sidetracked in searching, made up another waste-bag, and sorted out the kitchen towels that had dropped on the floor? Hehe!

I took it, and made a note on the pad, that if things were alright in the morning, not to take the regular one, but keep it safe if needed later on! Fingers crossed, this will ease things a little. I made a brew and took these snaps of the view outside. First a downward photo of the bottom field with the ice and frost looking dodgy. Then another one of the Chestnut Walk car park.

I turned off the computer, checked around that I’d not left anything on or off that shouldn’t be, and got off to get the ablutions done. I needed the Porcelain Throne anyway.

As I got the shower turned on as I entered the wet room, I realised that the ear-cleaning thingies may arrive while I was inside. So, I returned to check on the computer to see what the ETA was. Ah, they may come soon… I decided to skip the showering to save time.

I utilised the Throne first. It was giant meatballs this time. Bloody painful as well. Still, no mess and no bleeding, so, no complaints.

The teeth cleaning did not go very well, Toothache Thomas was angry. The shaving went average, the two activities saw only four dropsies! I seriously considered going into Smug-Mode, but you know my luck, so I didn’t!

The legs ankles and feet did look okay, though there might be a bit of water-retention building up again, I’ve not had that for weeks now.

Cathys Cartilage was the only ailment that was playing up badly. She does that every now and then, for no apparent reason… I suppose that’s why I’ve given her a female ailment name. Hahaha! Only joking! I should have called Austin, after my Allegro, or Estelle after my Skoda that kept playing up?

When I came out to get dressed, I checked the delivery status on the Amazon site. It didn’t look like it had moved to me. The ETA was the same. Oh, dear, not another sleep-stopping delivery time?  Please! Grobbleknackercraps!

I couldn’t find the wristwatch tp put back on. A look in all rooms and the wet room too failed to locate it. Not to fret, it’ll show up later somewhere. I don’t mind, but these Rolex ones ain’t cheap yer know… oh, alright then… I got it from the second-hand charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flats, for £2, Hehehe! Within a month it needed a new battery for £18, and a new strap £10. It’s also gone rusty, yet still keeps going!

On the bright side, I’ve just noticed that Anne Gyna is easing off a lot now! Yahoo!

I got the handwashing done in the kitchen sink. I gave it a lot of the Wilko Yan-Ling Chinese made fabric conditioner as I rinsed it out. Got it all done, wrung and hung to drip-dry above the sink

Then, the first proper Accifauxpa of the day! As I turned away from the sink, loss of Balance Brian attacked and momentarily confused, as I started to go down, instead of grabbing the sink unit, I got hold of the long dustpan brush handle. Which, weighing about 4 ounces and made of plastic, surprisingly didn’t afford me any support at all!

Why you may ask, didn’t I grab the sink then? That’s a problem with these sudden losses of balance, the judgement of distances goes to pot at the same time. They are not very good even when things are normal, Tsk!

Anyway, I landed on the right knee – Cathy Cartilages.  I think I may have invented some new curse word in the press! Har-har!

This all put me behind on the Sunday Chef duties, and I concentrated on getting Josie’s meal prepped and served up. It looked passable to me, and I still got it served to her door around the usual hour of midday! Smug-Mode gave way to!

Josie opened the door, said the meal was too big, said something else I couldn’t catch, smiled and shot back indoor with her dinner and weekly carrier with the treats. I think she wanted to get back to the hone with her Sister, my EQ said so, anyways.

I then got back to the flat, cleaned up the mess from hurried meal prepping, had a weak wee-wee, washed, and went on the computer. Cartilage Cathy was still upset with me, but Anne Gyna was much kinder now.

Afterwards, I sat a few moments, pondering on the food situation, I decided to see what slots were available for Iceland. I checked the Amazon tracker first, Same ETA, same place on the progress slide? This is how yesterdays went, and you know how late that came! Oh, dearie me!

When I opened the Iceland site, I found a Priority slot, for Saturday 6th February, 06:00 > 08:00hrs. All selected? So, I made an order, but it was all hit and miss. Four things I wanted were not available – how do they know that this early? Hmm? I got the order in and received a confirmation via email.

I spent a few hours updating this blog. The weariness was beginning to show itself, it is beyond my usual head-down time. Now the struggle to stay awake begins!

Unbelievable, the tracker is at the same position with the exact ETA, as it was hours ago? I’ll have a look to see if there is an email about it… hang, on…

An hour later.

I do believe the progress bar has moved a tiny little bit. But it could be me not thinking that it cannot have stayed in the same place for so long?

But, I waffle, to keep awake methinks.

I got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs in Chilli sauce into the pan, added some peas, and keep nipping through to stir and check on it. No fresh stuff left now, the onions, leeks, carrots and peppers have gone, or thrown away through ageing, Hahaha!

I found today’s figures for local Coronavirus cases. Mayhaps a teeny-weeny bit uplifting? No?

Okay!

Oh, check the food… Turned it off and put the lid on. Not only might sleep not be arriving, but the meal may not be either at this rate, Ama-late-again-zon, that should be their new name!

Still no movement on the Tracker slider from hours ago?

I vainly and stupidly looked outside, thinking perhaps the track has broken and the man may be coming now… Humph!

The cold crisp air of the night brought me back to reality – he’s not going to come for hours yet… even if then! Still, I managed to take two half-decent night shots for once.

I’m clinging on to find a Silver Lining in all this, but, no chance.

Sleep, precious sleep has been destroyed through no fault of my own (I think), for several days, or I should say nights. I’m jiggered! Then I found this. Humph!

Ah! the tracker has changed! I hope it comes soon, I need food and sleep in that order. Shouldn’t be long now, though.

Then, when I was getting my hopes up for food and sleep…

The message on the tracker changed to this one ‘The driver has to make a few more deliveries on his way to your address’, that made me go up to ‘Defcon Three’ status, in the Fed-Up Stakes.

Hahaha!

Frustrated a bit, and so very weary, I summoned the strength to get the thin green quilt hand washed. I got it done, rinsed, wrung and hung above the sink to drip dry. It should be ready by about August.

Then moved the made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, to near the wall heater.

I kept checking on the cooking in between doing the other things.

Then the door chimes rang out… it was Josie, at this time of night, returning the food tray and things from her meal. I tried again to explain to her to please not call after 15:00hrs, that is when I go to get my head down.

Poor gal looked confused. Obviously, I am having to pay for my Sunday chef services with lack of rest. I must have baffled her more, as I explained that had I not been up waiting for the delivery, you would have woke me up again. I’m not sure she understood me. At least she said she enjoyed the meal and treats.

I missed some of course but tried to record where the ‘few’ deliveries I saw recorded were made on the map. Boy, I was mentally shattered!

I just hope I can cope with using the wax-removal after all this hassle.

Eventually, the delivery arrived. Far too tired to do anything with it at this late (for me) hour. I opened it and put it in the second medical drawer down.

Got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs served up, and ate it with some brown bread thins. Really tired, but still enjoyed the meal.

A Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10 for this, well-cooked effort. Even without the missing leeks, capsicums etc.! I got the pots in the sink soaking.

At last, I got down to rest, I fell asleep so soon. Unbelievably I kept making up repeatedly again. The sixth night of this, now!