26/10/2023 – Inchie Today

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Last night Pareidolia’s Delight
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BUSY, BUSY DAY… COR BLIMEY, NOT HALF!

Cock-up forgetting I’d ordered an Iceland delivery, or between 08-10 hours. Appointment at the chemist for 09@55hrs for the Covid Jab… but luckily, the Iceland man came early… Phew! was back at work. She had a quiet break, she told me. Then, she also rang the Audio Clinic for me without any definitive answer about the appointments. Then she changed the well overdue and fitted both leg and ankle bags for me. I’m so glad she’s back ♥
You wouldn’t believe how much I was fretting without her.
The bus trip to the Covid jab, and the Covid Jab I thought went well. I got some doughnuts for the residents meeting for a drink in the big lounge.
When one of the ladies kindly asked if the jab went well, I replied: Perfect, didn’t feel the needle at all, no pains afterwards. The arm later on was and still is in agony! And staying awake is a challenge in itself.
I could do nothing on the blog, for I was suddenly so tired out? So, and trying to catch up on this Thursday morning.
It’ll have to be a quickie, or else, I’ll never get today’s blog started. Mission impossible today. And the arm that I told everyone was name bother… is! Hehehe!

Took this and the one below before the delivery arrived.
Why I took it, I don’t know!

Made a mess of this one too!

The food Arrived.
And what a mess I’d made of the ordered!
I must have ordered six double packs of kitchen rolls? I felt sure I’d ordered only one, or meant to?
The fridge seemed well filled.

Got the paperwork ready in my .
Set out to get to the bus stop. Where I had a great, long, much-missed chin-wag.
The trip down was not too bad. A bloke told me to go one stop further than usual, then I could use the pelican-crossing to get to the chemist.
Since I moved into the flats, this shop has changed named four times as I know of. Just puzzled!

Crossed the road and took this shot down the hill. Then got into the chemists and handed them the COVID-19 details. I espied while waiting, that they had some of the Max Antidiarrhea Capsules on sale. me two packets.

I snapped some of the many closed shops on Mansfield Road in Sherwood.

Up to the bus stop, and had another natter while waiting for it to arrive. At this stage, my arm was no bother at all. I bought some doughnuts from the Co-op to give to the residents with their tea or coffee.

Got back to the flats.
I cheerfully meandered inside Winwood Court, and to the large lobby, and handed the gals the packages.
I popped out the back of the flats to take these two photos.

The backs of Winwood and Woodthorpe Courts.
The backs of Winwood, & Winchester Courts.

Back into the flat, and forgot to take off leg and ankle straps. I am a one!

As I was doing the waste bags, the Covid-used arm kicked off. I was too tried to do anything now as well.

Took off both of the diabetic socks, ankle and lag straps.

Not that I spent much time on the computer, but …

A LOUSY NIGHT!
Sweet Morpheus was unattainable!
I had to keep waking up to check on the day pouch, as the Night Pouches are still unavailable. And if I moved, the right arm gave me some stick in no little degree!.

TTFNski

You may have spotted Inchy losing some blood from his chest on the above graphic? More about that later.

So, what does the old man put in his cheesy baked potatoes, apart from his blood? Which wasn’t planned.
Here are the simple ingredients the simple Inchy uses, in his struggle with his ailments to make his spuds.
Naturally, potatoes, but which type?
He was not too fussed years ago when he cooked them, but, after his Cancer Prostate, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, his Cryptogenic Christine Stroke, Bladder Cancer, and and the death of Neurotransmitters (Nerve ends), things are much more difficult for the codger. Slicing his fingers so often, due to Shaking Shaun, and shuddering Shoulder Shirley on the grater, has forced him to buy ready-grated Leicester Cheese nowadays. Some of them are just not strong enough for him. But he tried the Asda one, which he finds acceptable, bless him.
He also uses red-skin potatoes when he can get them. Much tougher skin, that tends not to break up so much when he’s mashing up the mixture to return back into the husks. The lad is also fussy over the few ingredients he uses in the spuds.

He believes, nae, insists, that the Flora No Butter, butter, tastes better than any butter does! For salt, it’s got to be the Squid brand of sea salt; no other will do for him. Getting a fusspot in his old age?
A drop of distilled vinegar goes in. The potatoes are cleaned and then in the oven at 200° heat. But the time needed varies from one spud variety to another. His red skins usually take just over an hour or a little more. He fusses and checks to see if they are ready all the time. When they are done enough…
He’ll scrape out the flesh and into his pot, and get them mixed up as well as he can manage, then they go back in the oven for another half-hour, 45 minutes; he’s checking on them all the time. They must be perfectly crispy on the outside; the inside is soft, buttery and cheesy!

However, recent events of the Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop type have made him weary. Anyone who reads this may suffer similar ailments as the lad does. He’d like to give some tips… such as what you may need to keep close to hand, and why.

Lymphorrhea Leslie’s Leaking Legs, often kick of when I bend to get in the oven. Also, Dizzy Dennis and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley can be a bind when I drop things and bend down to pick them up.
If one cannot get ready-gated cheese, the chances are there’s going g to be blood! So I try to do the potatoes on a day when the nurse calls.
Best to keep the first aid box in an open position!