Inchcock Today: Tuesday 2nd August 2022

/ Inchie

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TUESDAY 2nd AUGUST 2022

07:20hrs: I burst back into the world of woes with the regulation jump, jerk and jabberwockies. Realising how late it was, I climbed out of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, rusty, rickety, crumb-holder of a tatty recliner, was on the way to unlocking the door for Carer Richard and I had to nip into the wet room.
The actual evacuation was even easier than the last three days or so. But messier, you can’t win them all.
It was the worry over the water flood in the room that spoilt my pleasure with the rare good Throne visit. The water does not seem to lessen at all overnight, and, I admit, it made me nervous to walk in the water to get to the sink for a stand-up wash and shave. I chickened out. Cowardy cowardly custard! I can remember a year or so ago when the drain stopped working, and my going in to get the ablutions done… Mostly I remember the walking stick slipping in the water and my falling and entangling myself with the sock glide. The cuts and bruises took ages to clear up.

Hopefully, the maintenance will arrive today to have a look at the shower problem. I hope so because I must be ponging a bit by now, going showerless for so long. I’ve just had a sniff… Yep!

Arrived, and I’d forgotten again to unlock the door for him. He was in a rush this morning, so very little nattering was allowed. A inquired about his getting some sleep, but he was down in the mouth as he told me of the 24-hour gas works outside where he lives still drilling away and partiers making a racket again. Gave him some lager, teacakes and a bottle of Inchcock’s Special Brew. (That be a litre of Schweppes tonic water, with some orange cordial added, and stored overnight in the fridge for him). I thought it might cheer him up a bit; I got the first smile off of him as he left, taking the waste bags with him to the chute for me. Poor lad.

I got out the checking gear for sphygmomanometerisationing and the temperature reading.

I thought it was an idea to open the balcony windows to let a bit of fresh air in while I did the HCs… having not had a shower, no signs of any NCH maintenance man arriving yet. The howling wind encouraged me to close the doors again.

The results were heartwarming, all good readings again, and I was back down into the amber zone! The third time in three weeks!

Back on the computer, Cleaner Esther came in to get the laundry things. And she did not tell me off about a single thing! Mind you, she has to come back with the washing yet, so we’ll see. Hehe! She doesn’t frighten me!

Is back at his hobby, making steam trains for charity. I’m not sure if he makes so much noise on purpose or not. Hope he doesn’t kick off late at night again.

The ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ tune rang from the door chime. My heart gladdened and burst with joy at the thought of the Nottingham City Homes plumber arriving to sort the shower out for me… Humph! It was neighbour Josie returning the things from her Sunday-Monday meal delivery. It was nice to see her, but all I said was not heard nor answered; she had not got her hearing aids in. So I smiled effusively and often. I never did find out if she enjoyed the meals or not. Bless her!

A text message came through on my G6 Nokia Lumia 929 Icon mobile phone. Only joking!
I thought it might be from the NCH plumber (again, I am a fool), but no, it was EE trying to sell me some crap for when I go abroad to save money! Another flutter of hopefulness, utterly destroyed!

♫ Oh, Susana’s ♫ tune rang from the door chime. Aha! Is this the NCH plumber? Nope, it was Esther returning. She explained that she was going to South Africa for three weeks’ holiday but had someone who could cover for her. She phoned the lady, Carol, who came to check me out. Nice lady, an ex-carer, and agreed to do the washing for me after Esther had explained my problems. They left together. Now waiting for Esther to return, and she did. She’d spoken with Deana to see what day they may be coming. Deana has reported it. It’s just a case of waiting now… Fancy that!

With so little sleep, I am getting irritable with myself, I think. Not with others, just with me. Not much chance of catching up on the sleep, well, none! I’ve got to stay awake to have the slightest chance of hearing the intercom when they arrive. If I go into the wet room, I can’t hear it, so, no opportunity to address my filthy stinking body with a stand-up wash and shave… risky (tumbles, slips) anyway with water still on the wet room floor… I’m not a winner, am I?

I got creative when I went to make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. Ailments have stopped me from taking landscape photographs long since. So I took two snaps of the view from the kitchen window, put them together and trimmed them with CorelDraw. This is the outcome: Rather semi-pleased with this.

After making the brew, it had gone a smidge dark, and I took this picture of the wonderful if dank clouds this afternoon.

Good for Esther to arrange cover for her holiday. Time to get something to eat, methinks. So I did!

I knew it would happen. I fell asleep. No idea if any plumbers arrived and could not get in cause I couldn’t hear the intercom. If I can wake up early enough in the morning, before the NCH plumbers arrive, I will have to risk having a shave and stand-up wash and be ready for the ‘Will they come today’ big wait-in. Again!

Sharon arrived to wake me up. Medications given. Cold drinkies from the fridge in appreciation chosen.

On with updating this blog. Then on the WP Reader, answered a mass of comments came in on this blog. Got them both replied to.

The landline rang; it was Nathaniel from the Diabetes Defence Team. It was hard to hear everything he said, but I think I got the gist of the call. He told me to attend the next session on Friday 12th August.  He would stay behind afterwards and talk me through the missed first session. Being aware of Dementia Doreen, I asked him to please rng Warden Deana to inform her, so she can arrange transport – explaining that I feared I may forget to ask her. He said he would, and I thanked him profusely.
Getting back may be dodgy, might need a bus or tram, then two more buses, to get back to the flats. Being a Friday evening, there will be no Wardens or Carer boss available if there are any problems encountered. I am a worry-guts!

I did it again. Drifted of to sleep, and I was woken by Carer Sarah. Who got the medications sorted, and I forced a treat from the fridge on the gal in thanks. ♥ I checked the texts on the super new G6 Nokia phone to see if any messages had come in from Nottingham City Homes about the shoer repair attendance. Nothing on it, so I hope I’ve not missed them. Sarah said they do not call on non-emergencies after 17:00hrs.

Which got me thinking. I could get a stand-up shave and wash when Sarah has gone. I can lock the front door and dive into the wet room, and if I take extra care throughout, can I still get the ablutions done? After dithering a while, I gave myself the go-ahead.
Worra, good session! I carefully blocked off the flood water with a mop bucket, and I pulled the shower curtain over the other area. Then if I wandered into the danger area without thinking, the noise of either obstacle should alert me to the danger – it worked a treat! Fair enough, it did cause a , but it saved me having a tumble. I was proud of myself for once. No bleeding teeth, not a single nick shaving! Yes! And, just a few small flecks of blood from Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Little Inches fungal lesion had not been bleeding at all – plenty of stinging, of course, when I medicated the little unused other than for wee-weeing thing. Hehehe!

I came out of the wet room, a cleaner, sweeter-smelling Inchie. (Aftershave, deodorant, and the smell of Germoloid and Germolene creams helped. Hehe!) And had o go back in for a rear-end evacuation. Always something, whenever I begin to feel smug! It was a delayed action, a sudden swift and spurting movement, and so messy as things got sprayed to amazing distances. Cleaning it up also needed care to avoid slipping on the standing water. Still, I got it all sorted. Grade Two .

I sky when I got into the kitchen, was looking fantasic. I’ll put the earlier shots I’d taken here, with the latest one last. I’ll make the shots a little larger, so they can be appreciated. What a change!

A feast for the eyes. When I get cataracts done, I can really
relish watching them again.

I carried in with updating and posted this blog off to WP.

Then made the Ode below.

74 thoughts on “Inchcock Today: Tuesday 2nd August 2022”

  1. Amazing sunset shots. Amazing how you stay so busy with daily woes. I take it the plumber never showed up? Typical these days.

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    • Cheers, Tim.
      I just stop sleeping, mate… Hahaha!
      No plumber… no shoer, and ater lays stagnant on the wetroom floor.
      The Diabetes none appearance ofthe transport to get there, is still not sorted for the nexy session… Oh, dearie me! A mess. Still, gonna get my head down, if I can remember how to sleep. Hahaha! Cheers.

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  2. A full — and somewhat fulsome — day in 72. Esther was kind to find a substitute for you while she is on holiday, quite the character is Esther, a very interesting person, if a tad or so imposing IMO.
    The misadventures that resulted from the lack of a working shower did indeed require ingenuity on your part to achieve it without falling and without stubbing — a command performance.
    A great many rings of Susana, where everyone in sight shows up, everyone but a plumber. You were dashed with cold water each time, but not a substitute for a working shower in my considered judgement.
    “when I medicated the little unused other than for wee-weeing thing.” Vivid imagery evoked, Sir. Haha!!
    The shots you took of the horizon are amazing, also vivid, if in another way, mind you.
    Your Corel work on the townscape, trees, and bare ground produced a handsome image.
    May the plumber arrive at the earliest possible moment, mate.
    Alles Gute wünscht Billum dir!

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    • Thanks for this mate.
      Well put, on Esther, Sir. I’m beginning to take to Esther. Even if she scares me to death. Haha!
      A command performance… well thanketh you Sire, Billum.
      When I was working on the photo merge, Esther came in, and said “You’ll damage your eye with such close-up pictures…” Then realised they are already damage I thing, she changed the subject. Hehehe! She’s cunning and well practised at that now. She knows I’ll get lost memorywise when she changes the topic quickly a few times. She’s growing on me. Hehe!
      Yet another day stuck indoors awaiting mon plumber… My fear is they will arrive on a day when I’m at the EENT, dentist, DVT clinic or Diabetes session… Oh dearie me. Tody would be a good day for the man to come – then again so was yesterday. Hehe!
      Fingers crossed or HRH Lisa-Petal at the dentist. And may Sweet Morpheus be kinder to us all, we don’t ask a lot of him – which is just as well, cause we don’t get a lot of him.
      Double Humph!
      Ihre Wünsche schätzten Billum und kehrten für Ihr würdiges Selbst zurück. (Thanks to Mr Google)

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      • We are newly returned from a fiasco and 7/8ths: appointment time misunderstood, a dismal hotel experience, and a computer left at home. So playing three days of catch up. In other words response time may vary.
        Glad that Esther is growing on you, plaque psoriasis is growing on me (Humira arrives tomorrow. Hurrah!)
        I haven’t read ahead on IT so I am eager to know news of the plumber. Gad!
        SM is in control, not the sleepless who yearn for his return.
        Ich danke dir dafür! I wonder if Google translates Klingon. Haha!!

      • Sorry to hear the news about the cock-up and hotel, Billum.
        Good nes about the Humira, though… hope it comes early.
        I was wondering about the translatore Billum, I tried Santaran, but, nope. Hahaha!
        Bow-row gogo!
        Hard to take in, but the body gave up this afternoon, I nodded-off several times… and was woken up each time by: Food delivery, Esther (poppin in to see how I was? Warden Deana and Julie, delivery of nuts. EVening Carer Joseph. Josdie, and a delivery of a recorded letter. Does SM know what he’s putting us through? Tsk!
        Deans has sorted out as lift for the next Diabetic lesson whatever they are. Bless her! The Meridian Care Natalie told Dean she would come up and see me – Monday, the Wednesday and today… I’m still waiting, they are crap, and costly!
        Good vibes despatched for the Manor Laboratories persons all, and a wave for Lisa, from the family.

      • It turned out that I already had a Humira injector in the icebox, so that was easy. Just had to let it reach room temperature. Injected it after half-an-hour and so far so good.
        That is a long list of stoppers-by to interrupt at the first sign of SM. Speaking of that guy, Lisa is presently watching a film titled “Sandman” by Neil Gaiman, Sweet Morpheus is one of the characters.
        From: The Department of Small Worlds, Lab 9
        Deana is an absolute wonder.
        Good to get the carrier for Monday.
        I posted an op-ed on FaceBook that won’t cost you from The Washington Post on the events of January 6, 2020 as researched and vetted by a genuine journalist (a rare breed) Since I subscribe to that paper, I am allowed to send 10 articles a month over the paywall. Didn’t know that was available until today…no surprise there. Missing things is another of our similarities of course.
        We fank you for the vibes and send you ours!

      • You sound so like me with ‘finding things’, Billum. Hahaha! Cheered that you found the freundlich Humira.
        I hsve been banned frin Facebook, Billum. I was posting photos of the car parking, meals, ankle, views from the kitchen and thay all got took-off, accusing me of breaching the rules ‘Spamming’. Now I can’t even get on Facebook at all! Soddum!
        Ah, missing things, indeed a Billum-Gerry affliction. Hehe!
        SM… even when he wants to come visit me, Tellurians stop him, no wonder he gets confused.
        May the Gods send peace, that’s due,
        With pain relief, to HRH and you,
        I think this is well overdue,
        May all of you never again feel blue…
        Best wishes from the family, too…
        Larry the lamb is missing you,
        So we both had a Glengettie brew! ♥

      • Facebook Overlords’ nitpickers and nannies have become tyrants and Martinets. The entire platform has devolved over the years and is heading for obscurity. FB has needed competition for a long time. What the freaking F qualifies those posts as ‘spamming.’? I post things that are actually controversial, but they don’t ban me. Even Twitter has yet to ban me.
        BlargSnortingBeastly Gits!!!
        On a lighter note, we do pretty danged well at looking for the unfound and finding the overlooked, or something. Haha!!
        Will send Larry the lamb’s thoughts to Petal. I am chuffed to know that Larry also enjoys Glengettie!!
        I would be happy to notify those you follow of this indignation. Also will look about for FB competitors who are not nitpicking nannies.

      • Cheers, my Lord of the Laboratories!
        FB is no longer an option, but I’ve lost contact with my beloved TFZers. I’m still baffled by why they kept blocking my photos? But they will no more, I can’t send an anyway – blocked, that’s me! Hehehe!
        Gives me a little time to do do the bloggingm though. But that is reliant on WP, Mr Fries smoke & mirrors and Liberty-Global, and Grammarly, of course.
        Had a tumble today, and comicality was involved, just posted the blog with the details on, Sir. It could become famous amongst the Periphral Neuropathy sufferers who read it… but I don’t think any do. Haha!
        The or something seems to git the bill, Bill, for us. Har-har!
        Uh, and Cragknagles to FB.
        I hope you and HRH Petal-Lisa have recovered from miss-timed trip, mate. ♥

      • FB does seem to become crazier every day, so we shall find a way to reinstate you or discover a better place in the ethersphere. If you want I can try to send a message to the TFZers if it is not a private group (Hoping to Help Mode).
        Lisa was able to secure a new dental appointment this coming Monday, so we depart tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon at a betterer hotel and at a betterer price. On that mistimed trip we also had no access to our computer tablet and chargers — they were in a dark-colored Rücksack on a similarly colored pillow cover. We didn’t know they were missing until 75 miles away. I even got lost in the dark while fetching some nosh without the GPS on the phone, the phone I had left behind in the room, of course. Stopped at a different hotel to get directions. So, getting lost is something I do very well, Sir!

        Cragknagles!
        And Cragknagles to Janus-faced facebook ♥

      • It’s a closed group, of old folks, Billum. I am getting used to and partly enjoying not bothering about Facebook. Several of our members had had suspensions for various things, I don’t really want to fight them.
        Fascinating getting lost and losing things tale of woe there, Sir. How do we do it? I’ve no idea, but we are masters at it, no doubt. Haha!
        Just a thought, Sir… is the slide rule safe?

      • FB isn’t worth the worry and the woe. One day FaceBoat will hit an iceberg, but no one will drown in the process. Getting suspended is becoming a badge of honor.
        I read in my fictitious newspaper that faux positions aplenty are available for folks qualified in the art of GettingLostAndLosingThings. Haha!!
        That slide rule has already outlived its previous owner — one of my German students gave it to me as a gift when I expressed my appreciation for rules that slide. Hahaha!!! He was in his 80’s 15 years ago. He drove 80 miles (one way) to attend my German class 🙂 So I keep that slide rule in a secret place: the lap-drawer of my desk!

      • My FB account is officially blocked! (Smug Mode Adopted?) Wants me to contact a helpline and start the unguaranteed process of freeing my account… Huh! Tiddley-Winks!
        I’m getting deeper in the poo trying sort all the problems out with the Doctor, Diabetes course and transport, Computer, Dementia Doreen etc. Deana will try to get to see me today she told Richard, but said the same on Mon, Tue & Wed… Humph!
        Yers ago now, I got assigned to a one-off security job in Birmingham. A massive block of offices overnight – Doing my first area patrol… I got lost! Hehehe!
        Excellent tale of the now precious slide rule, Sir!

      • Chuffed as all-get-out that you enjoyed my biography of a slide rule, it’s the small stuff that makes a tale fun methinks. I fank yer!
        I enjoyed the memory of that security job in one of the other ‘hams’ of England. Getting lost is wot we did today trying to find the new doctor’s office. We ended up calling them on the phone, as Google Maps got us tangled in a maze of cul-de-sacs, dead ends, and no-way-outs. Getting lost on a straight-line is not a problem for the trio of Petal, Billum, and Inch, is it? Haha!!

      • Coming soon… “The Get Lostables!” A USA/UK production. They only await a viewer-classification for the film.
        Another puzzle got out of. By, gum, we’re good! Hahaha!

      • A challenging puzzle indeed, harrowing, tight-lipped, and enervating. “The Get Lostables Have a Field Day: The Hard Way” is the working title! No phone call from any studios so far…

      • I just can’t understand it, Billum, I’m puzzled?
        I’d have though the Disneys would jump at it.
        I lost an hour and a half this morning… I was telling Carer Sarah… and she litsened to me!
        I took a tablet. Hahaha!

      • Losing an hour and a half, where could it have gone? Perhaps it’s with that famous dried pea, the one you “find” with your bare foot? Good of Sarah to listen. An opening line for a novel: “I took a tablet.” Haha!!!

      • A concern for certain the missing period, it the not knowing innit?
        I bet theres a pea or two skulking somewhere, waiting for the optimum moment…
        We could co-write that novel, Billum. Hahaha! I see it now; Billum & Gerry, Took a Tablet.
        Love to all, Goatie was in fine form this morning, and Lambie was very affectionate.

      • The suspense of waiting for the next pea to drop, roll, and harden — then appear at the most inopportune moment.
        “Took a Tablet” — a novel novel by Gerry & Billum. Great Stuff.
        Goatie and Lambie make a very fine family pair.

      • Can’t seem to get anymre peas, Billum, seasons ending. I did try to order some form Ocado for tomorrow though. I love them peas almost as much as the family. Miss Pinkie was fussy this mornng. ♥
        I’m a little nervous of visiting my Toe-Decapitating Chiropodist. As of yet, I’ve somehow managed NOT to stub that toe – Amazing! I think Petal-Lisa might have sent me protection though the ether. ♥
        Carer Sarah called tonight, ten minutes ago. She makes me a smidge nervous… and I don’t know why?
        Hehehe!

      • We have some good markets in the area that are also seasonal, peas among them of course. Peas in a pod are like family units, innit so? Our best wishes and cheers to Miss Pinkie, hoping those wishes make her less fuss-laden.
        I blame you not for trepidation at the thought of revisiting a “Toe-Decapitating Chiropodist” My own toes are expressing alarm (bit of a fib perhaps because they have yet to visit a Chiropodist.
        Sarah: the mysterious nerve inducer. And no one knows why (including myself now, though I have no reason [also the possibility of a fib there.]) Fib fever?

      • Hahaha!
        Indeedski, Billum, pod peas are so frustrating and often crippling – but I love ’em! I may have had my last for a year, unless Ocado can save the day tomorrow,,, is that right?
        I sear, no fibbing, that despite my not heafing much, I jst gave Miss Pinkie a finger cuddle – I’m sure I heard a gentle sigh! You can see why I’m in heaven with HRH’s family with me. ♥
        It’s understanble your toes reaction, did they read the blog? Might have made them nervous? Poor little digits!
        I think it might be her voice – positive, forceful, backed up by a star that melt concrete… maybe? She does talk when looking away from me… Ah, Gorrit! With Esther away, she’s likely slipped her some dosh, to keep me on tenterhookd while she’s on holiday, and make it easier for Esther to take full control again when she returns? Just a thought, Billum.
        Gonna make a veggieburger on cob, well, two of them I hope. A late meal, someone forgot rarlier to eat anything. You may know him… Har-Har! Cheers to all” ♥

      • Lisa imbues her creations with individual spirits, Miss Pinkie has the gift of a sigh.
        My toes are tender piggies methinks.
        Esther being away, has left a few ghostlets behind to vex you. Nothing is impossible for Esther, even when she is on holiday. Good Lucketh!
        And I think it possible that I know the chap of whom you speaketh.
        A Har-Har and a cheer to family and all.

      • Ah, HRH Lisa is so kind.
        Ten minute or do so ago, I checked on the sleeping family. I had to gently plave Goatie back in safe position, I suspect he had a dream, he was ddanerougly close to edge of the bed. All well now.
        Har-Har & cheer welcomed.
        SM dispatched to the Manor! ♥

      • I pinch myself every day to assure that HRH is not a figment of SM. Metaphorically, because I might pinch a bump. Gad.
        I fank you for helping Goatie, a close call there.
        We fank you for the timely dispatch, kind Sir!

      • “I pinch myself every day to assure that HRH is not a figment of SM. Metaphorically, because I might pinch a bump.” Brilliantly said Squire of the Manor!
        I’m sure I got s cheer from Roger Rabbit, as I moved him to make him more comfortable last night – another inplant from HRH, methinks, and great one! Hehe!

      • I did enjoy crafting that phrase, very happy you like it. 🙂
        Good move that helped Roger rest better. Lisa is quite the crafter of many things, interested in bush craft (where an individual constructs a hut using materials foraged from a forest).
        Haha!

      • Hahaha! Crafted so well, Bilum.
        So is the family from HRH. Carer Cheeky Charey called tonight, when we were sorting the meds and chatting (I likr yjsy) That was supposed to say (I like that). Sorry. The eyes and concentration get worse the longer I stay up. Where was I? Oh, yrd, Vhsrlir (Cheeky Charley), as I passed the family cot, I gave Goatie a wuiclk stroke and said something like Come on, bye-bye time now… The look she gave me was priceless! She said nowt though. Hehehe!
        “Foraged from a forest”, I forgot the name to that phrasing, but Ilike it.

      • Crafting is fun and rewarding, something that comes from the heart.
        I likryd yjsy too. Why do some people find it unusual to converse with objects and animals? An odd notion when you consider how unfathomable the world has become in a mere 75 years. Actually, it has been unfathomable for the last 7500 years, at least.
        Google contains only one link for the exact phrase “Foraged from a forest” :

        https://www.pinterest.com/pin/469711436144305937/

        Haha!!

      • I likryd yjsy too? Are you copying me? Hahaha!
        By gum that was well put, Billum. A lot off people out there, why do some Carers give me looks of incredabalness when they catc me talking to a family member as I pass by their crib?
        Google contains only one link for the exact phrase “Foraged from a forest”: Fame at last!
        Go forth and flourish!

      • Imitation is great flattery, mate. I learn from one of the finest editors to be found on Inchcock Today. A certain GC. 🙂
        It took me nearly three-quarters of a century, but fame is finally mine. When do the royalties start rolling in? Haha!!
        Go forth and flourish is a good one, mon ami!

      • I’ll have to look into the Royalties thing, Billum. May an email the the imitation HRH, Lizzie help? Mayhaps we could ask the genuine HRH Lisa-Petal to send her one?
        Out lovely Lamb agrees.

      • Ah, see what you mean there, Sir. You may have already been paid then? Haha!
        So right about the comparison twixt Your beloved HRH and the one in the Palace, who I read, it cost to give her a breakfast, with Butler, waitress, security, chefs etc… £12,000 +! If she had the loch fyne kipper sent from the Scottish Castle, aparantly this cost doubles? Do they give the kippers an armed escort or a train of their own? The HRH Manor Queen, puts the real thing to shame!
        I’ve not had my morning chinwag with the family yet, a little too early to disturb them.

      • We *have* been paid — in the sense of “the check is in the mail.” Hehe!!
        I’ve recently read an article regarding the costs of maintaining the Monarchy, on the BBC perhaps. OMG, thought I. Indeed the Manor HRH rules with aplomb.
        The family likes to sleep in on a Sunday, a wise choice.

      • Check! On the cheque!
        Very sensible idea the Manor clan have there dor Sundays! A wise decision!
        I didn’t get up until 04:00hrs. Cursed SM! Hehe!
        Prince Charles I feel sorry for. Have yopu seen him latley? He looks older than his Mother.

      • Reminds me of the French academy responsible for gendarming non-French words. As I understand it, the word “picnic” was allowed, but only if you spelled it “piquenique.” Hahaha!!
        Charles does look older than his mum. I quite agree, Sir!

      • Well, I like “piquenique” Billum, but I struggle to spell picnic sometimes. Hehe!
        Grammarly just came on! And gave me “Iquique” as a spelling option, got to look that up now… I asked Google: Detected language Spanish – Iquique – English Iquique? Searched the browser: “a port in N Chile: oil refineries”
        And I was worried about Grammarly nor qworking in the comments – first time it does in months and I get this. Har-Har! And I did fine three other mispells that grammarly didn’t?
        Poor Charles, if wever he does get the throne, it will be a short reign, methinks.
        Cheers and love to all, Oh, thank HRH for the furry photos’s please. ♥

      • A unique word to pique the interest while enjoying a nitpicking picnic in Northern Chile?
        Grammarly likes to appear and disappear according to no particular reason, it do.
        Charles is ever in a State of perpetual waiting. I predict that his reign — should it occur — will be shorter than 70 years and 127 days.
        I shall indeed convey your kind thanks to HRH as soon as she leaves the porcelain throne, Sir!

      • It’s not so chilly in Chile, Billy. Hehe!
        Grammarly… one just hopes does one not?
        Charles’s forcasted weighted forecast – if – is probably spotteth on, Sir!
        Carer Samantha, gave Lovely Lambie a stroke tonight! Oh, Yes!
        NEWS EXTRA: Ten-miutes ago, HRH this very evening was dreamt of, with your good & worthy self and Lisa-Petal on a canal… afraid that’s the only bit I can remember, but I think you were picnicing in the boat.

      • Today’s Blue-Plate Special:
        Chile Greece on Turkey. Bon appetit! Hehe!
        Grammarly is a mysterious critter, Sir. A slippery eel and a beast that morphs upon each keystroke.
        Good-hearted of Samantha to give Lambie a caring stroke, she is officially a friend of the family! Great!!
        Fank you for the NEWS EXTRA, cocker. On a gondola perhaps, in any case a welcome dream landscape that offers us respite from the hurry and scurry of Monntag, Dienstag, und Mittwoch on the road. We thanketh you for that ethereal sea vessel, complete with a Royal Piquenique. Perhaps you were the boat’s captain.

      • Chile Greece on Turkey… Hahaha! Good to start covnrsing with a funny, thanks, mate.
        Aye, Samantha is the only one that has touched the family, bless her and HRH for birthing them all for me. ♥
        Ah, me? A ship’s captain? Afraid not, for I have or am an aquaphobic. Getting throw in the canal, and few years later the swimming pool did for me. Mind you, I maybe could get a starring role as a brave, heroic, young, fit, clever Sea Captain. Tall, slim, with hair and aripple muscular body; who rescues all his passengers, while fighting off Putin’s spies, and ending up marrying Doris Day and having eleven children… (A dream from months ago that I recall) Hehehe!
        Fanketh you, Billum.

      • Witty banter lightens woes and ailments, if just a tad on some days. I had forgotten about those cretins who threw you in the river. So let’s change the captain role to the famous Captain of Gilligan’s Island. I’ll be the Professor and Petal can star as Mary Ann?
        A good dream landscape, Sir!

      • I’m afraid that Gilligans Island was an unknown to me, Billum. But I hastily Wiki’d it. I intend to get a DVD of it from Amazon now. All thoughs years without a TV, I missed out. An in depth investigation into cast member Mary Ann, revealed a photo… and YES! HRH would do us proud in the role! How did I miss a TV Icon like this? Probably down at the nick bailing Mother out again.
        I fank you!

      • Chuffed to have introduced you to the iconic mid 1960’s phenomenon, an anachronism of sorts. Yes indeed, HRH fits the role of Mary Ann well.
        Good viewing to you, mate!

      • Anachronists — a singularly appropriate designation. I thoroughly agree, mate!
        Wowsers, 5 hours is 21% of the time it takes for the Earth to rotate. SM relents for once. Haha!!

      • Thanks Billum.
        Ah, but will the flat-earthers agree with that, mate? Hahaha! I find it hard to believe that the Flat-Earthers persist. I asked Wikipeadia:
        In 1956, Samuel Shenton created the International Flat Earth Research Society as a successor to the Universal Zetetic Society, running it as “organising secretary” from his home in Dover, England. Given Shenton’s interest in alternative science and technology, the emphasis on religious arguments was less than in the predecessor society. This was just before the Soviet Union launched the first artificial satellite, Sputnik; he responded: “Would sailing round the Isle of Wight prove that it were spherical? It is just the same for those satellites.” (I is baffled?)
        I fear SM is teasing me, but welcome it when he relents. Hope he’s been sharing it amoungst my fellow Anachronists at the Manor? ♥

      • Thank you for the information on Samuel Shenton, I quite enjoyed reading your findings from Wikipedia.
        “Alternative science and technology” Hahaha!!!
        I glued a plastic model of Sputnik from a kit and remember 1957 very well: The International Geophysical Year. It spawned my interest in science as something totally different from “alternative science.”
        “Sailing round the Isle of Wight” elicited a laugh-out-loud.
        A flat-earther over here built his own rocket to propel him high enough to obtain a glimpse over the Earth’s “edge.” He wore a parachute but got himself tangled in ropes and went down with the ship. There was no record of what he saw. A true believer.
        Lisa has been sleeping a few hours now and Alan just hit the feathers. SM is quite the teaser.

      • I had a little difficulty in his concept of sailing round the isle of white?
        Silly old American flat earther! As you say a true believer. Hehehe!
        SM, a denier… wonder if he is a flat earther?
        Glad HRH and Alan have been granted some kip. Hurrah!

      • Sailing round the Isle of Wight makes as much sense as the theory that every planet — and the Sun — is an orb, while Earth is the exception. I wonder if Trump is a flat earther.

      • Trump be history,
        It seems to me…
        Unless as seems likley you see,
        He wants again to be Presidentially?
        I think he’s trying, you told me?
        He can’t win again… can he?
        Ayeee!

      • To Trump, everything is a game and everyone is a toy to play with during the few minutes that comprise his attention span. Yet, about a third of the electorate see in him a simple savior of some amorphous American destiny; they trust him entirely, believe his 20,000 lies — even though everything he touches turns into turds. Unfortunately, there are scores of potential Trump clones who have already sold their souls for less.
        Ayeee!

      • Trump has been a pathological narcissist liar his whole life, he spent four years faffing about his entire term, playing golf, flying around in Air Force 1, adoring himself while being adored by 100 million citizens, achieving nothing of any value, having no concept of the Presidency, having his nonsense broadcast 24/7.
        He actually rehearsed his “face art” at the bathroom mirror…
        Trump would know how *not* to try again.
        Scary, but I have to keep telling myself that he would not win.

      • Trump never admits to a single defeat, he is still waiting for Biden to leave the White House or to be forcibly removed by the DC Police. Haha!!

      • They are not worth tuppence, are more hassle than needed. I bet they might regret knobbling me. Hehehe! Bless Lisa ♥
        I went for years without having anything blocked, then about six months ago it suddenly started, every time I posted – four of you post are in (something) of out rules, seemed ‘Spam’. All photos, meals, me ankle ulcer, views drom the window… Argh!
        I can report that that Back-Pain-Brenda is easing nicely now, an extra Codeine worked wonders. I hope you see the funny side of the accifauxpa. Even I saw it after the timble, and on my way on my hands and knees to get to the recliner to get perpendicular again. Hahaha!
        Love to all, and thanks! ♥

      • Lisa is the best interceder ever, no one comes close of course. We shall see what happens and go from there. Meanwhile, I shall see if FB blocks me as well.
        At least Brenda has the decency to relent to that extra Codeine. The pain-management place I employed shut down because the doctor who owned the practice wrote prescriptions for support staff, who would then hand the vials to the prescribing physician. Of course, the word got out and was immediately closed under police order. Worra World!
        Love and thanks to you, kindest Sir!

      • Gotten himmel, unt pickle meine Walnüsse, whats going on medially speaking lately? Nottingham has had toe surgeon who tried to kill a co worker, another one who raped patients under anesthetic, and a surgery closed down cause the head honcho doctor was supplying drugs to local policeman? Hotten Gimmel!
        Keepeth safe, Cheers

      • Walnüsse gepickelt? Wunderbar schön. Reminding me of a phrase from Pennsylvania Deitsch, where that form of German still thrives:
        “Die Kuh ist over the fence gejumped and has the cabbage gedamaged.”
        Here is a link to one of the Deitsch websites:
        https://padutch101.com/?page_id=3383

        Hoten Gimmel most certain. The quack in the henhouse. Kakistocracy 3.0 in Nottingham. Who can anyone trust? I will posit that Cincinnati is at a comparable level of Kaks.
        Keepeth safeth tooeth, cocker!

      • My mouth waters at the every thought… Har-har!
        Darn it:
        “Whoops – that page cannot be found!”
        Safley-Keepingeth, sounda a good plan, for the Cimm’s and Nott’s to me Sir! Bless all!

  3. You know I wrote you a major TOME before and I hadn’t seen the Demential Doreen Ode. Remember, the parts you feel you are losing and heading towards nothingness is not what is real. You are all there, you are always going to continue on and I will get out in the Ether and find your sassy self! Then we can become water in the brook blending our spirits with any and all we choose. If we can so easily do this from thousands of miles away, and by reading books written with the spirits of those centuries dead yet still living when we find their words, how much of a leap is it to believe our souls our spark of life will exist beyond our physical self. Songs we hear from long dead artists have the same spiritual presence whether they are in body now or in spirit. Our physical body including our brains, will not last. But the spark that makes life will continue always and find its way to join the stream of those gone before and to welcome those we precede. Nothing of the special man you are is missing my Darling! It is scary but the bridge from our perception here to the expansion beyond is as sturdy as the spark that allows you and I to share this note. Love to you Dear!

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    • Kind words, bless you back,
      HRH, my female patriarch,
      Who gives me hope, despite the cataract…
      I love how we etherly interact,
      Love you so, and that’s a fact ♥
      Wish I could sent you come Armagnac…
      And roses, chocolates and lilac…
      Cause your words are ambrosiac. ♥

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