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Not an alackaday day!
Apart from the return of and , the day began well.
I mosied along with no stress for hours and hours.
Fair enough, making errors along the way.
Then Firefox kicked off with its confusing Properties analysis.
None that meant anything to me.
That was the low point of today.
Well, the worst low point.
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Several trips to the today, starting with the moment I stirred back into pretend-life from the evenings uncomfortable -filled, ever-waking, so-called sleep. Humph!
I’m still awaiting the arrival of a Nottingham City Homes plumber to mend the W.C.’s none refilling water tank. This Saturday, four or five visits and trudging the water bowls from the kitchen to the wet room, each bringing on and the current to the fore. Still, it gives me some exercise, I suppose. Shame about the pain, though. Been a few weeks now, I think, since I was told they had been notified. Annoyingly, the cold tap has stopped running now, as well.
I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
Then the mammoth task – getting the done.
No shower, too early, the noise would disturb my neighbours who may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
A pretty morning sky out there this jolly morning?

Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
It looked like a fair bit of work had been done since yesterday’s shot.
“Auf Wiedersehen Pet’..
I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.

Time to get the computer on to start updating yesterday’s blog. Guess what?

It was still offline when I heard the tune coming from the doorbell.
The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks.
Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope!
So carried on putting the nosh away.
Only two items (four in count) for the freezer. I thought I’d ordered Vegan ice cream, but I got a twice-the-size Walls vanilla soft scoop. And ready vegan meals called shredded something with potatoes and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
I’d stocked up with some Schweppes tonic water, vanilla-flavoured liquid ice cream and bleach. No, I won’t be drinking the bleach.
A final photographicalisation of the fridge, compared to the one before the delivery came, shows little difference in there? Did I miss something off?

I returned to the computer desk to find that Mr Fries had managed to get the signal back to Nottingham for me. Bless Him!

In case I forget later, the smoke & mirrors, mass money manipulation master [someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, distorts or blurs facts], figure-shuffling, slithery sidestepping, no idea how to run an effective Internet, Oligarchical gentleman, let his Virgin Media fail on three more occasions today. Huh! But I like him! How kind of him.

Visit two: And was even sloppier than the previous attendance.

I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.

No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!

 

 

Well, how surprising!

Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with giving me stick)

I meandered into the kitchenette and took some pictures of the great dank, dark afternoon clouds.
So perfect for a pareidoliain such as myself. I had a feast of figure-finding in each of the frames.
Hahaha! Finding faces, animals, ghosts, icebergs, a finger, eyes, broomstick and testicles within. Other items as well.

Back on the computer.

Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations!

Why, what for was the reason?
What was going on?

I was entirely lost and thought this was the computer’s end. Or the  Firefox internet, at the very least!

A Dracular depression, with a dread of fear and frustration, dawned.

After trying to find out what I could do, I got an option to reinstall the browser that came up on the screen.

Not the foggiest idea of which choices to go for; Reinstall, Repair or the other one, which I cannot remember.

I opted to reinstall, then got this message up. I clicked on next, and the internet disappeared from the screen after some flashing.
Totally lost now?.
So, I gave up and turned off the computer, left it a few minutes, and tried to open it again, which it did… But all the icons, tabs, etc., were missing! And, when I tried to finish the CorelDrawing, the mousse was doing the oddest of things. I clicked on a single object, and tons of them were selected, but I could not drag or move them. Couldn’t close anything down.
Turned it off at the plug, fingers crossed.

Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
The cut finger didn’t bleed too much.
The dropped and broken pot of lemon mousse missed my foot as it fell to the kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!

Enjoyed the evening view of the dank sky with its pretty white clouds, which surprised me.

Aha, fodder time. This is the rather drab-looking ready meal with some BBQ sauce and the last of the crocked-pot-cooked-for-too-long potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too!   Taste: 7.8/10.

The night sky was pictured a couple of times while I was washing up.

The evening Carer arrived. Medications were issued, and a little nattering session was enjoyed. I mentioned the browser problems and turned it back on to show her… to my utter amazement, everything missing earlier had returned to the screen?

I was too tired to do any more blogging, so I turned it off and promptly .
The last Carer woke me up. Medications were sorted out, and a minute or two of chinwagging was significantly favoured.
Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.

Then settled into the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, grungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus.
He was not easy to find or keep when I eventually found him!

May your fortunes ferment with festivities!