Inchcock Today: Visited by Sister Jane & Hubby Pete

The spelling mistake in the header was made on purpose  – just to test you. Ahem!

Inchcock Today: Visited by Sister Jane & Hubby Pete

Gotten Himmel! Great balls of Fire! Blow me down with a feather duster! I had slept straight through, no NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) visits: For over six hours! The longest night with Sweet Morpheus for months – No waking up with any ailment pains… Bloody Fantastic!

Mind you, the brain was not too interested in waking up. However, it did join me later on. The Peripheral Neuropathy shakes began. The moment I got out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner, and started to hobble about. So Metal Mickey went everywhere with me as a precaution.

In the first instance, which was to the wet room to utilise the Porcelain Throne. The evacuation was the reverse of those of the last few days. Trotsky Terence had regained his advantage over the  Constipation Conrad.

Messy, gooey, and in need of cleaning up after the event. Whatever caused the red blotches under both arms is no worse, but I’ve got new growths underneath both man-breasts? Did I mention that all the underarm and chest hairs had fallen out? Well, they have!

Has anyone reading this had owt like this before? If so, a word or two of information in the comment section would be most appreciated. Being the lucky bugger, I am, I’ve spent the last three Christmases or New Year in the hospital for various reasons. I was hoping to avoid this happening this year.

But, with all the sleep I’d had, I was not too bothered. Indeed, after sorting out the mess, I did the nasal clearing, the teeth and had a shave. And that produced only two tiny nicks, despite the jerks and shakes. Though I was wary of being over-confident, I left Metal Micky close to had throughout.

I didn’t do the medicating, other than Harold’s Haemorrhoids… Oh, and another thing to cheer about – Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had not been bleeding. I found out shortly after thinking this when I stubbed my toe against the sock-glide on leaving the wet room. Argh! Is this real, or am I still asleep dreaming?

Now, time for a brew of Thomson Punjana tea. in one of the new, second-hand Bone-China mugs. No question to my mind, tea does taste so much better drinking from a Bone China mug!

I took some morning shots of the pretty clear nights, well, mornings views from the kitchenette window. Amazingly, ten minutes or so afterwards, as I was on the computer, the mist, the fog actually had fallen! But I’d beaten it today and got three decentish snaps taken. The first is a close up of the front of a house on Elmswood Gardens. (Above) It looks like part of a nativity play to me? They’ve done an excellent job of it, I reckon. The second was taken to the right of the window, the third to the left. Both are wider shots, as you can see. All have the first close-up one in them.

I pressed on with prepping for this blog. And making repeated mugs of tea, 99, Glengettie, and Thompsons Punjana. Then Saccades got a lot more blurred, and my progress was slowed down a lot.

Aha, I had just got back from taking a wee-wee, the door chime chimed, and in walked Jane and Pete!

Much was discussed, memories that I now find I can’t recall. And that is body-blow, I can tell yers. Because I always believed my long term memory was as good as ever. And that just the recent and newer stuff was getting beyond my mental capacity. But no, that is apparently no longer the situation. Worrying innit? But it came out that they had a photo of Grandma Harriet. Who, apparently had fifteen children, but she died at 59. I never knew any Grandma or Grandads; they all passed away before I was born

They even had a photo of her. Pete sent me a copy (here on the left) of the picture to my email.

You understand we were never a close-knit family. But this was a disappointment to me, that no one had ever told me her name… well, I can’t remember it happening anyway.

Jane and Pete had been to ‘Auntie’ Bobbie’s house, now mine, and will see Mary Rawson next. Another stunner, this brought back the memory of Mary’s husband, who happened to have the same operation, as I did, a week earlier than I. In the same hospital and wards in the City Hospital. But a week later, I was told by Jane that he had passed away. Such a good genuine family man, as decent as one can find… and yet do nothing me, was not taken? It made much worse when I heard he’d been taken to the Doctors, who refused to deal with him and told them to go to the hospital. He passed away en route! I’m still bitter about that.

I showed off the box of hand-made cuddlies that HRH Lisa and Billum had sent me.

The pair had a nosey look at them and sent their thanks to HRH Lisa for the loving gesture.

Hahaha! I think that Pete took a shine to ‘Crazy Fuzzy Goat’, as Christened by Lisa. I reckon Jane’s favourite was the ‘Pink Fuzzy Monster’.

Pete took a shine to my ‘Long Eared Rabbit’, so I took temptation away from him and had a chat with LE Rabbit myself. Jane was not surprised; she knew me and understood. Hahahaha!

During the hard to follow machinations and chin-wagging, I soon discovered I was overweight. Hahaha!

They got ready to leave and took the three boxes and two carrier bags of wines and pressies with them. They nearly forgot the two over jackets for Pete. I bought them two years ago, not seen them since. How Pete got them down to the car, I don’t know. I safely put my single 8oz pressie away from both of them. Pete also returned items he’s been storing for me; bless him.

Looking good our Jane, and she’s nearly a year older than I am! It must have been those early years in Sicily and those in Australia that did her good. Petes looking good too, but don’t tell him I said so.

Carer due anytime now, meal to prep, and this blog to finish and post, so I’ll be offski folks.


11 thoughts on “Inchcock Today: Visited by Sister Jane & Hubby Pete

  1. I just love you more every day my Inchie! I loved seeing you with LE Rabbit! When I started doing these a few hears back, I would present them ti Billims and he has an uncanny way of making the items come to life. He even holds them behind the shoulder and head and makes them say very insulting things to him , much as yours insulted your youthful figure! Bill did this with his kids and they had a huge love for their stuffed animals. Bill would take them off for holiday and the car was filled with their friends! What a great Dad with so much to cope with. His eldest had a hard time dealing with the sense of abandonment she felt from her mother. You and he have such similartraits! So sorry about the co heart surgery man, but you are also a light in this world, although you may never have been aware – again like Bill who didn’t even know he was gorgeous! Haha! I tell him and even added my sisters approval rating but it still takes him by surprise. About the hair thing. I took certain meds that depopulated the thriving Italian descent body hair! My head hair Is still thick but my body hair is still sparse! Your arms look like they may have been a bit restricted in your long nap. You know I took you on my meditation voyage last night or was it night before? We must have had a proper good visit in the ether! I’m very happy your fungal trauma backed iff a but. Our bodies do weird things. I used to get peticial hemorrhaging by having a rash if red bursts of skin level capillaries when I would climb ladders and wotk from that position on rehabbing the house. It would be under my lower abdomen to the top fronts of my thighs and under my breasts too. It was manual tiny trauma and I no longer get it since I had to become less mobile and active to preserve the reconstruction of my torso. That is why I learned ti crochet because I was bored being relegated to sedentary life post cancer and stupid surgeons mucking about my unique containment! You have that too and you take a lot of responsibility daily so you may have slept too scrunsched together making you blood pool a bit. Keep on top of your INR so you can nip any little issues in the bud. I must forbid you .to get hospitalized or ill my darlimg! Let us keep the mind fre from these dreads, aka, thought storms! Love to you dear!

  2. HRH is lovingly adept at setting just the right words and feelings, a valuable gift. Good to see your photos of Jane and Pete, that was a proper way to bring out the pressies, including the new friends with descriptive name suggestions. I am believing that they enjoy their names, their new home, and the visits from friends, carers, and relations. It is also splendid to visit by way of the ether. It feels real and meaningful, and now festive. I had thought that Christmas was on Sunday. Good thing that no one followed my lead. Sunday is not a good day for Christmas anyway, but it appears that 2022 will find that very thing happening.
    Hey, yer already on Christmas the Eve. Be yer of goode cheere and send our greetes to Jane, Pete, and everyone yer meet!

    • HRH is indeed an ace wordsmith emotionally, Sire Billum!
      I enjoyed cheering Carer Richard up this morning, he was a smidge down for somereason, but left with his wine and nibbles a lot happier chappie, after patiently listen to me moan on about summat or other. Hahaha!
      My mission fer tomorrow, is to o[pen my cards, make a brew in the new secod hand bone China mug, and maje an area to dedicate to the beutiful beasties… I want to put them near Teccy and Koala bear is I can manage it. I’ll have to see how the shakes are in the AM. They are being very goood to me today, up to now, mate.
      Squire Fries is being a *7(_+♫© swine to me though! I’ve had from his crap Liberty-Global Virgin Media, no less than five outages already today – I dread the thought of what it will be like tomorrow… Grrr!
      Every time it goes down, I potter with the food, have a wee-wee, make a brew, come back and its back on – but I’ve forgotten what pr where I was. By the time I sort missen out with it, the bloody net is down again! Sorry, I’m getting a bit frustrated with this. I haven’t even started the blog yet!!! (13:20hrs) I’ll have to do a Local News Snippets edition, the mind is not clear enough to create odes at the moment. Sorry things sound a bit down, but they are, concentration gone to pot.
      This does not stoppeth me wishing HRH and your rather superiorly encrusted with empathy self… (that were a mouthful?), the best holiday ever. And oh so wish your visit will go superbly well, and Accifaux Pas and Whoopsiedangleplop-Free! So glad to have got to know you both… the highlight of the year for me, mate!

      • Everyone who visits yer excellent blog is blessed with unique, curious, and amusing content. As you know, HRH and feel the same way about how much you have impacted our lives in 2021. Richard is just the latest to benefit at your acquaintance. It has allowed me to experiment with responses that I couldn’t get away with anywhere else. Now we have sent you actual ambassadors in the form of cozy creatures that were born right here in the manor. We hope that they do not misbehave, or step upon an errant pea or three. Hopefully they get along well with Teccy and Koala, if not let us know and we shall send them a reprimand. I know all about reprimands and about getting redundantised, as yer already know. So far I have not been so bad that my social security needed to be reduced (Thank you, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, my favorite president)
        Watch for the three spirits this evening. Say, it is still Christmas Eve for both of us. I give yer permission to sleep through each 3 spirit. God bleck us everyone!

      • They will soon be cozied up together, and I fang you so. I’ll see how they go in the monring natter, I personally think they’ll love it.
        God bleck us all? I like it! Hahaha!

      • I am one to think that “bleck” is an underused apocryphal word. Glad you liked it. Methinks that Dickens had it in mind, but was overruled by his publisher. It is my spurious belief that Billum Shakespeare invented the word BLECK in an erroneus play.

  3. That was so nice of Jane and Pete to come by with a photo of your granny. My grandma (dad’s mother) had 11 kids and she lived to be 101.5. Tristan got to know her great grandma. My grandad died when I was 6. I never knew my mom’s parents, both died before I was born. You are making good use of HRH’s gift.

    • We had a job in that department, Tim, by the sound of it. I had a job getting to know mother, but thankfully the police kept finging her an she’d be home for a while. It didn’t take her long to get back into conning someone again, though, and off she’d go on the run again. I think she used to con the police and courts a lot too… she was excellent at that. Who else get Character references in court, from the victims? Brilliant! No wonder she never went down. Hahaha! I’m waffling…sorry.
      I must say not remembering Dad must be a slight disappointment, Sir.
      It kicked of then Tim… a hassling few moments: Jilly phone me, asked if I was still making a meal for Josie on Sunday, I said yes, and hse reccomended I check, so wit Jill on the mobile, I clled on Josie – she is going to tone relative for Christmas Day, then another on Boxing Day, so will ot require a plate of plonk doing. Good job Jillie reminded me. ♥
      Then the carer, who’s finished work called back, to check on the medications being suffice to last over t he holidays! Bless him, I’m being looked after today! Apart from the internet of course.
      All the very best for the holidays to all and everyone over there in your household, and hope bit of guitar twanging time presents itself.
      Thanks, Sir.

      • I knew my dad, it was my grandad on my mother’s side I didn’t know. I might of typed something weird. Good Jill is keeping you straight, and you did that young man some good listening to him bitch and moan, so he’s checking up on you, also.

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