I dropped off to sleep easier last night. Three hours later, I burst almost nervously wide awake to find myself needing the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket), with once again, a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After-Dribbling) following the main event. That did it, of course. I tried but could not get back to sleep. So I was up and about before midnight again! Humph!.
Returned to fetch the Lumix camera to use its night-view option; I was determined to catch the clouds before darkness hid them from view.
Smack on the poor right foots Onychovryptosis: ingrowing toenail! Of course, 
I was pleased with how they came out, not smug, just satisfied with them, compared to yesterday’s efforts.
Made a brew of J Sainsbury’s Brown Label tea… or is it Red Label? Not sure? I went to the computer, booted it up and got sphygmomanometerisationing! I like to drop the odd long words now and then. It’s a habit of mine called sesquipedalian loquaciousness. Oh, I’m glad I’ve used those words at last on my blog; I’ve been meaning to for months. Hehe!
The best days returns on the Health Checks for… well, I can’t recall having a better one! I probably have had one, but it was way back, if at all!
I thought at first, I can’t wait to see what it is like tomorrow… then things suddenly calmed down, and my moment of sheer joy dwindled down to one of contentment with reservations. You see, my EQ spoke to me… He just said, “Don’t expect too much, mate!” So, I didn’t”
Went on the WordPress Reader. Hurrah! I worked dedicatedly, diligently and resiliently on updating the Friday blog… 
But after an hour or so, it was beginning to make part sense and progress with the correctionalisationing, then…
Charly took the waste bags and treats in thanks with her as she left.
I poddled back to the computer and sat, all confused as to what and where I was doing and up to before Charly arrived.
I wasn’t exactly in top form this morning. And decided to leave blogging for a while and decided to get something to eat. Got some chips into the oven and titivated the kitchen a smidgeon while they cooked.
Got some Germolene on it, and the ointment bubbled! Hahaha!. Note the clenched fingers? That was because Colin Cramps had just kicked off.
I think EQ was right to warn me not to get too excited.
Cleaned the mess and me up. And settled to eat this extremely early meal.
The buttered Sourdough cob is what I’d saved in a food bag in the fridge from yesterday. The chips and tomatoes with it were worth a food rating of 8/10.
Woke up in the jump.
I took these photos two pictures on the right, out through the glass in the balcony windows. The car park on the front, and the ens one. Caught the little fog walking its owner out through the mudslide route onto Chestnut Way, the end car park.
Does it look to you as if the white van is parked on top of the grey roof of the electricity/maintenance shed?
It does to me. Then again, I have the assistance of Glaucoma Gladys, Cataract Katie and Saccades-Sandra in my pareidolia and apophenia figure and funny things searches.
There seem to be a lot of vehicles parked up this morning… oh, it’s afternoon now.
The cars on the left will be electric-powered ones, using the recharging units the Nottingham City Homes have kindly fitted during the upgrading of Winwood Heights.
I wonder if they might get some mechanical Aorta-Valve replacement charging units installed? Hehehe!
When I woke up, the place had gone all dark early in the afternoon. A bit of drizzling outside.
I took these photographs of the Carer’s Table and kitchen window to show how dark it suddenly was.
The bottom one, which I cannot remember taking, let alone why I took it? If I took it?
Just all a part of the mysteries and enigmas of Woodthorpe Court! The ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for me to create ambiguities, 
Possibly assisted by 
But I did do better this session. That was until I decided a mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea would go down a treat. Off to the kitchen.
A good job I had the nosh early. Of course, it’s too late now to ask for help by ringing the maintenance people. No staff on at the weekends.
Oh, lucky me!
And where did the time go? The evening Carer is due shortly already. It’d gone 18:00hrs! Mind you, the Carers tend to come much later at the weekends. I’m always woken up by them. Getting back to sleep… well, mission impossible.
Pressed on with a file of words to use for the Odes, it was recorded as last being saved on Nov 5th, 2017… about time I got it sorted. Hehe!
Unbelievable how I managed to miss them so easily! Only three of the pictures had any on the frame, and they were so small.
Not that I counted them, but I felt I’d taken about twelve frames.
When it came to loading them into the computer – there were five that said: ‘Unable to read this…’ I even had to try deleting each one several times before the camera did so?
Four were so bad that I didn’t even bother with them. Which left me with several pictures that had not even made it onto the SD card again?
I got them on the computer and turned everything off. Disappointed!
Then Morpheus relented, I the usual waking up for no apparent reason, maybe saying a naughty word, but then got off again. Maybe eight times in the five glorious hours in total in the land of nod. Didn’t wake up properly until 06:00hrs… so that was better, but could be better still… Stop moaning, Inchcock!
Life is a dretch, so you may as well turn off the killswitch!