Inchie Today: Sunday 25th December 2022

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04:30hrs: I woke up juddering and acclimatised myself to the current renewal of consciousness.
Needed a wee-wee, hauled my gigantic mould of flab from the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, and caught my balance.
Took a wee; that had some PMAD (Post- Micturition-After-Dribbling). And took the bucket to be emptied, rinsed and refreshed. (To say how little I passed, the bucket was surprisingly half full)

I took these snaps of a clear morning; there was no fog lingering this Christmas Morning. Well, in my misty mind, perhaps!
Got the kettle on, sorted out some new potatoes, removed the shoots growing out of them, and got them in the slow cooker. Added some of the delightful Polish Winiary sauce, very tasty indeed. Winiary Przyprawa, it’s named.

A mystery photo was found later on. This is it on the left here. As I recall, I’d just cleaned up the sink, and this is the cloth soaking in the bowl? But why?

Got a brew of Thompson Punjana tea made up.
Got onto the computer and dunked four shortcake biscuits into the tea.
Checked the notepad. Took an unwilling wee-wee. Washed and went back to the computer to finish the cold tea.
Continued to visit the bucket, with short, painful trickles of urine regularly for the next two hours. The computer work was farcical. Couldn’t see properly, had zero concentration, and talk about making errors!

Would you believe it? The Liberty-Global-Virgin Media went down?

Gave up on Fries’s rubbish Internet service

I took this picture to try and take a shot of me waving in the reflection on the balcony door glass.
I made a mess of that, too. The computer came back on, and I’d had a flood of WordPress comments come it.

So I replied to it. Hahaha!

Well pleased with these results!

Ah, he’s not gone out to see his children with the Christmas Presents kids he’s built for them… or was it him making the noise?

Called 12 minutes.

  Called four minutes.

Three minutes.

Hello, Herbert banging again; only lasted a minute if that? Hope nobody has broken into his flat.

Jillie called, bad line couldn’t hear her, she gave up.
Rang her back, but with my hearing so bad and the dodgy line, it was a struggle to make conversation. I think she is poorly.

Sister Jane rang, but the same thing, and she rang off.
Rang her back, and it was not any better. She did manage to tell me off about a few things I was doing wrong or ought to be doing. But she was talking so fast, I lost most of it.

Made an Asda order for next Tuesday 28th, from 11:30 > to 12:30 hours.

Well, would you believe it!

I went to have a look around and make a brew while Mr Fries, Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media, was yet again offline.

I’d left the hot tap running. Obviously, did not check it, or did he? It might be me getting mixed up here; either way, no hot water to get the done!

Made another brew, Glengettie, this time.
Took a shot of the car park from the kitchenette window. Made up some waste bags.

Emptied, cleaned and sanitised the Wee-wee bucket, and disinfected it.

From this point, the wee-wees became less painful, and some of them were not sprinkly. Yes!

God heavens above, it’s 21:20hrs already!

Better get summat to eat then. Cottage pie and potatoes sound good enough for me on this depressing, lonely, miserable Christmas Day.
CHANGE OF PLANS: I’d forgotten I had the new potatoes in the crock-pot. And the Vegan stuffing was on its use-by date, so I had them with tomatoes and a few tomatoes, followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly and a pot of my favourite Lemon Soy yoghourt. Taste rating: 702/10.

I poddled cautiously into the kitchenette to wash the pots, and the stomach and back pains got a lot worse for some unknown reason.
The evening sky looked like one of those that looked more like a water painting than a picture. Bootiful!

It took me a long time to get to sleep; due the and the even more crippling stomach and back pains.
But things were about to get worserer!

The next blog with all the bare, sordid details will Cover Monday and Tuesday – all spent in the Queens Medical A&E Centre, then Nottingham City Hospital Urology Wing.

Where I found out what agonising pain really was!

BE WARNED!

Hehehe!