A nosh from earlier in’t week…
Odd sunsetting photographs.
Van Parking Expert!
White Van man’s excellent Parking!
Within the white lines marking!
No exit-ingress blocking!
No chance of any grid-locking,
Straight as a die, amazing…!
Very RVM (red-van-man) irking!
Blood pressure reading was more controlled,
Sys 150, Dia 71… But the pulse at 90, high-fold?
I’ll check on the web… NHS say 90 is Gold!
So today, BP returns deserve to be extolled!
The body temperature was not so good…
34.4°c, not as high as it should…
Little Inchies fungal-lesion is losing blood!
But things may get better; yes, they should…
But of that, there’s little likelihood!
Blood-Taking Dressing Removed
This is something that I look forward to!
I’m Beginning to Master the Whistling Kettle!
I’ve located the inside of the fill-level marking…
Changing to reading glasses first…
If I use a torch, so I can see the etching…
So underfill it, so I can quench my thirst,
Then it gets louder… the whistling!
Trapping the finger closing the lid is worst!
Tuesday Evenings Meal
A treat of healthy foods tickled many a tastebud!
Fishcakes and cheesy potato cakes went down a treat!
Smoked haddock in some, cheese too, t’was alreet!
Mushy pea topping in the cakes…
Fishless fish-sticks to complete…
But I didn’t have a pud!
The meal I ate and felt replete!
Changing the bag in the kitchen bin,
Gawd strewth… what was I seeing?
Argh! An Evil Ironclad boll weevil biting beetle?
Have they returned again – bringing their teeth so evil?
I went into a Sherlockian mode, sort of preautopsy…
I got the beast out of the bin, then had a wee-wee…
So glad it was all black, due to my achromatopsy,
It was a biting boll weevil – Whoopsiedangleplopski
Seeing just the one, enough to bring on catalepsy!
A good search around, I could see no more – Whoopee!
Evening Sunset Today
The sky went from grey to this colour within a couple of minutes.
But stayed that hue for only ten minutes?
Finally, a further tribute…
Puckin Chairing a Meeting
This photo really scares me! They’re his advisors too!
Oh No! Not the evil boll weevils. You sure had a time with those a few years back. Maybe they got released from covid quarantine. Excellent photos, my man.
I’m concerned about the boll weevils, I’ve only seen one up to now, but that’s enough to trigger memories and scare me, Humph! I went into murder-mode immediatley! The old spray has been used in the spare room, where they were, mostly last time. Fingers crossed, thanks Tim.
Cheers.
Boll weevil evil is wot I see. So far no detection of similar evilities here at the stately manor, but we are redoubling our attention level to allow detectage of any single one of those varmints. I have instructed Alan to set out 100 poisoned cotton balls at strategic points of passage. There be a variety of weevil that spreads over the internets, so Alan is also installing weevil-denial software to knock ’em out before they can crawl out of the keyboard (one of their most favorite hiding places methinks).
Hahaha! I’d not thought of looking in the computer… no, where’s me glasses?
Them evil weevils get into the tiniest crannies in search of some cotton flecks to tarnish. Cute little guys, ain’t they then?
When the boll-eevil invasion came a couple of years ago, I truned into a mass murderer every morning and night – now at least Cataract Kathleen has helped, cause unles the are somehitn white or light, I can see ’em! Hahaha!
If you can’t see them, they won’t bite you, that is my bolweevil saying. Ouch, what was that?
Haha! All clear this morning, Billum, Sir. Unless they are more cunningthis time and hide away on dark surfaces, to fool me.
They are just trying to join in with all the creatures in 72 who are not demons. So they are in the minority, just like you, Sir! Perhaps they make great pets. 🙂 Haha!
Hahaha! Very wise. Another smile transmitted through the ether to 72 – I fank you!
Something what works then. In other words, a modus operandi, those are rare birds.
Thus given free vent to you artisticalness in creating one… I can see it now: “Professor Billum discover new bird in Fort William, names it a Modus Operandi!
Hehehe!
The rarest bird in the aviary, the MO. It always has a plan for action…or inaction even. Haha!
Could become a favourite, like Tim Prices owls? Haha!
Exactly so. Tim knows his owls.
Nature surrounds his mansion… no that I’m jealous… Hahaha!