♥ Ah, memories!♥
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Tuesday 12th January 2021
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 12fed Ionawr 2021
23:35hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, saw the dirty food tray on the side-chair, involuntarily passed a ginormous blast of wind from the rear end, and as the innards began to be and bubble, I was forced to evacuate the c1968 recliner with rude-haste, to get to the Porcelain Throne.
No time for any catching my balance routine. I urged my wobbling-bellied body, off to the Throne, without any incident.
But what a session this one was; The easiest for many months. No effort required on my part. Swiftly evacuated without any pauses, not too messy, and absolutely pain-free! Grrreat! Of course, there is always something not right! The bleeding was mucusy, like yesterday, but far less of it this morning. Hey-Ho!
I washed afterwards, and whistling to myself with the joy of a pain-free passing, I collected the tray and plate from last night and took them to be washed in the kitchenette. My semi-contentedness, brought on by the excellent evacuation, was short-lived. In my haste to get to the wet room, I’d not put my slippers on – which made it all the more painful for me when I stubbed my toe against the corner of a floor cabinet! 
Oh, course I didn’t yelp, swear, squeal, yell, sulk, grit my teeth, or get bothered about this in the slightest. I merely smiled to myself and muttered silently, “Ah, well, it can’t be helped” Cough-cough! Ahem!
I went to put the kettle on, in a slightly different limping mode and decided to make a brew of Glengettie tea, in the larger mug this time. I picked the mug from the hook… just as Nicodemus’s neurotransmitter played up. It seemed to happen quickly, and there I was, looking down a the broken mug on the floor! The fact that it had only broken into two pieces seemed to fascinate me.
I casually, calmly, collected the two bits from the floor. There was no swearing, asking the Lord why he gave me such ailments, self-pity, anger or frustration at all. Humph! Then, I proceeded to make a brew in the small China mug.
Took the medications for last night that I’d missed again (Yes, it’s worrying innit?) Then made up an evening pot of tablets for later.
I got the computer on and pondered for a while after opening the Google Calendar. It pointed out that the Matron had not called yesterday? Also, I had a Sainsbury order (06:30>07:30hrs) and also a Morrisons one (12:00 > 14:00hrs) coming today.
How I managed to order them for the same day, I don’t know, but there you are. “Disabilities, abeyance, absent-mindedness, old age, fatuity, analphabeticness, and sheer stupidity rule my life nowadays! Clapnangles!
I pressed on with the updating of the Monday blog. Got it done, and posted it to WordPress. Emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of photographs, and ent on Facebooking catch-up.
Started on this post, and got up to here, then got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down, from 164 to 161, which was a pleasant surprise, now I hope it will continue 
to stay low. But hopes are not hight, I’m not that lucky. Pulse had also gone down a smidge, in fact, it looks from the reading history, that it old pulse is on the wane?
97, slowly down to 76 today? Still, it did start far too high at 97 last week. Hehehe!
The Chinese manufactured body temperature Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was okay though, at 36.5°c.
Then I visited the WordPress Reader section. I just had time to check the comments come in and reply, then off to get the early ablutions done (The Sainsbury order [Oh, Gawd what substitutes will they send?] arriving so early.
The ablutionisationing was slightly fraught at first. SAS (Spatial-Awareness-Spiros) got it wrong as I entered the wet room, and I clouted the right shoulder heftily. I swore under my breath. But on the bright side, it did not set off SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and by the time I was cleaning the teeth, the pain had gone. Cause Toothache Terence had taken over as the chief Ailment Agitator! Tsk!
But after that Accifauxpa, things went much better. A stand-up session, of course, considering the time of day it was. The feet toes and legs were looking better, they even had some colour to them. The total dropsies committed was only about six or seven! Just two nicks shaving! The medicationalisation 
was almost painless and bloodless! No loss of balance dressing, either! Yes! Smug Mode Grade-Two Engaged!
On exiting the wet room. I tackled some handwashing in the kitchen sink. Pyjama bottoms, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the thick woolly bob cap. All, rinsed, fabric conditioned, wrung and hung to dry on coathangers above the sink. They should be dry by about August.
I was doing some work on this blog at last, and the intercom flashed and chirped it not loud-enough ring tone tune. It was the Sainsbury’s driver chap. I explained about him having to ring the flat number, on the entry panel, then I can press to open the door. But it didn’t ring. A bit of a panic now, I set out to get down to see the man, hoping he wouldn’t be coming up at the same time and we missed each other. As I got to the lift, both cages were on their way up, so I waited in the foyer in case it was that man coming. And it was, no idea how he gained entry, but pleased he did.
Back to the flat, and the lad put the goods in the box and carriers for me, some came in carriers as well. I offered him a can of mixer, Vodka or Gin, but he didn’t want one, bless him. He didn’t half make a noise when he was leaving. I hope Malcolm or Josie were 
disturbed. I took the things through to the kitchen, for sorting out.
The joy of joys, they’d sent some Chilli Con Carni. And a small loaf of Sourdough sliced farmhouse bread, I can share this and the grapes when and if they arrive from Morisons later on, with Jenny, Nora and Frank. The fridge is now cram-packed again! Cleaners stocked up, too. Canned goods now in reserve as well. If, and I say, if, Morrisons supply the fresh tomatoes, grapes, Pretzels and grated red Leicester cheese, I’ll be happy! (My being happy happened once in 1959, you know, I remember it well!) No razers sent again, though!
I got the all the stuff stuck where I could find space, and the Jenny supplied minced beef was prepped and in the slow-cooker, and on the go. I dug out the leeks from the fridge and got them washed, sliced and added to the mix.
I, rather bravely I thought, added some Chill Con Carne herbs and spice in the pan and stirred it well. Ah, I just remembered, I’ve ordered some yellow peppers from Morrisons. Not, that this means I’ll get any from them, they might be out of stock, or may substitute them with bleach, clothe-pegs or maybe cream cakes? More likely with me just spending the minimum amount on getting a free order delivered, they will be conveniently out of stock. Then they can charge me a £7 delivery fee? Bitter, me? Suspicious, me? Yes!
I called Jenny to see how her walk outside yesterday with Nora and Frank went. Not very good, she said. As they all got out of the flat lobby, they were greeted with howling winds, and it was so cold with it! They sensibly cut the walk short and got back to the comfort and warmth of the flat. I don’t blame them either! I asked if they would take half of the delivered sourdough bread, and if they come from Morrisons, half of the grapes as well.
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I took the bag of bits up to Jenny’s flat, taking my Xiaomi Mi 10i 5G, Qualcomm® SM7225 Snapdragon 750G 5G mobile phone with its Quad Camera, and 8GB RAM along with me… Oh, all right, my 1980 Nokia!
I left the bag near her door, the bell was not working, so I tapped on the door, and withdrew, back to the lift lobby. Where stayed for what must have been 15-minutes, trying to get a cage to stop that didn’t have someone in it going down, there were four times this happened. And only one of the people in the lift had a mask on. Which I thought was naughty!
Eventually, an empty elevator arrived, as I got inside and press for the 12th-floor button – Hello, the mobile phone has chirped to life…
Oh, ‘eck! I’ve just got an email, no, a text message I mean, from Amazon, who I have ordered the Morrison stuff from. It tells me that an Amazon shopper has started working on my order, and will contact me about substitutions! This does not bode well! Reminding me that it would arrive within 1½ hours.
Back in the flat, and I decided to get some very late brekkers to concentrate on sulking while eating it. Hehehe! Cheesy curls, two min pork & puckle pies, and some of the substituted by Iceland sausages – which were thrown away at the very first bite, Gawd! They were fatty and greasy. Eurgh! I would have eaten and maybe enjoyed the lemon dessert, but Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed just as I picked it up to take off the lid. Bending down to clean up did BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) no good, and she kicked off. I wish I could get some extra Codeines, she was giving me some stick now.
Then, over the next fifteen minutes or so, I kept getting messages about the substitutions, with an email address to go to, and make decisions on some substitutions! With the neurotransmitters going on and off, manipulating the buttons was difficult. When I tried to scroll down to get the rest of the three-lined address to use, the phone kept going back to the ready-mode, and I had to get back into the messages options again. I gave up in the end.
Then, the same message came in yet another three times! Each time I tried to scroll down, the mobile went back to the options screen, I was failing fed-up, and furious! I went on the Amazon site to look at my orders, but nothing of the substitutions. Gragglespitgurgle!
The mobile then rang with a call coming in. The Amazon chap, with a strong accent that made understanding him difficult, spoke. It was the Amazon Picker/delivery man. I asked him where he was, but the reply was spoken too fast to gather what the chap said, I asked slowly and un-stutteringly as I could, “Are you outside the building?” Aha! Progress, I got a clear ‘Yes’ in return! Please stay where you are, I’ll come down to you! Farcical, I’m not sure if either of us were understanding the other.
I got the stick, a big mistake not taking the walker guide trolley, cause I wanted to get down quickly and not miss the bloke. When I got down on the ground floor lift lobby, it was pandemonium, but organised. The upgrading workmen were very busy and putting up single scaffolding, floor to roof. I hastened outside, but could not locate the Amazon man, anywhere?
I thought I saw the caretaker earlier talking one of the workmen, so went back in and found him, asking if he’s seen an Amazon man. “No!” So that was the end of that conversation. As I began to adopt a panic mode, I heard a voice from behind, and I turned to look. It was desk-top-dancer, Warden Deana, with the Amazon man, she was carrying the bottled water for him, he had the bags of fodder.
It seems I guess, that he had gone to Winwood Court in mistake. Which is to me, understandable. We have Winchester Court, Winwood Court and Woodthorpe Courts, if that is not confusing for not been before delivery drivers, the complex is called Winwood Heights! Hearing what was said was out of the question, midst the working noise, but I was shepherded into the lift, the bottles were put in with me by Deana, and the Amazon man, with the brown bags, got in.
Up to the dinky-mini-apartment, Amazon Man placed the things through the door for me, he was a decent sounding chap.
He kindly accepted a can of Vodka & lime mix in thanks, and off he went.
I put the cases of water in the hallway and got the other things into the kitchen. I’ve taken to this spring water lark. I add just a drop of cordial to each bottle, so it’s not too sweet, and drink it every day. The Urologistrecommended this when she told me I had to drink much more, but not tea!
The three substitutions were:
A bag of Gigantic Green and red capsicums, in place of a small bag of yellow mini-peppers. Too hot for me, although I kept the red pepper. - For the assorted Special Cheeses selection bag of rare, different cheese portions, the most disappointing substitutes sent crap weak cheddar ones that were low-fat. Eurgh!
- The black grapes were red ones, but that didn’t matter at all.
I set to sorting the items not wanted, for Jen, Nora and Frank to enjoy. Got them in a bag, in the trolley guide, and down to Jenny’s apartment again. Left the bag, rang the none-ringing bell, tapped on the door, and back to the elevator and up back to number 72.
I called Jenny later, and she told me that Frank will think it’s his birthday, with the Chestnut mushrooms, cause she hates them and Frank loves them, so they agreed, not to buy any. Hehehe! The subbed or ordered food wrongly will not go to waste, Jenny and Nora always see to that for me, bless them ♥.
The weariness dawned as is usual. But my hunger and interest in food had waned align with my mental and physical energy. And Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters were on and off continually, this has never happened before. Making physical contact with the right hand, and anything touched or picked up, dangerously droppable! Also, the innards had suddenly started gurgling? I abandoned the homemade chilli idea and turned off the cooker, hoping things with Nicodemus would be easier later on, or tomorrow.
I made up a sad-looking late nosh. I had some sourdough bread, well-buttered with it, I wasn’t up to any dessert eating.
I got washed and settled down and managed to eat everything, and heavenly sleep arrived so quickly and lasted for about, wait for it… FIVE unbroken HOURS!
Pshaw! Wowee! and Grrreat!
23:35hrs: I came back to consciousness, to be greeted by BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and HH Hippy-Hilda, both giving me more aches and pains than ever before. It became obvious that during yesterday and Nocturnally, the 
But other than the discomfort of the bruisings, I was feeling much better and with-it now. Slow-witted still maybe, but ten-times perkier than last night! A good sleep helped no doubt. I reckon I must have had over five (piecemeal) hours in restful slumber!
Took a poor photo of the morning view. With the Canon, the Nikon I think has now packed-up altogether. Sob!
Then made some brekkers of sorts: mini pork & pickle pies, and a packet of Frazzles. 
Then it came to getting dressed – things got a smidge farcical then! 
I exited the Torture Room… I mean, wet-room and finished dressing. The INR nurse and the Matron visit (If they happen) could arrive early, so I got the waste bags made up, and into the trolley box, and taken to the waste chute as soon as it was the allowed time to use it. 
My luck changed as I was leaving the door into the flat’s foyer. I got the trolley out and was turning to close the door, and Cartalidge Cathy gave way. I wobbled and flailed about using walls as support. 
The latest available Nott’m Coronavirus figures were not too happy-making either! 
Oh, dear!
Pottered about, nervously hoping there would be no repeat of Sundays ‘Out-of-it’ session. (Nope, all okay, Phew!)
I finished it and the fruit desserts off, then put the tray on the side chair and drifted off into the land of nod. I fumbled my way out of the chair, rightly thinking it was the DVT clinic results for the Warfarin blood test coming in. The 1.7 level, as a disappointment, but then again, with the ‘Out-of-it’ moments I’ve had this past few days, it was no surprise to see it so low really.
23:20hrs: It’s getting back to normal now; I woke up, involuntarily passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. Accompanied by the almost ever-present SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and near-agony from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda).
Getting my humungously large bellied-body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, recliner, had its moments. I did the catching the balance motions a little differently, to try and avoid the pain from BPB, and ended up slumping back down in the seat, which annoyed Harold’s Haemorrhoids at a bit. On the bright side, I missed hitting the arms of the chair, or it could have been a lot worse. Tsk! Cartilage Cathy’s patella wasn’t happy with me, either!
I utilised the ONWWB (Overnight-Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) Cripes, what a difference, it was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) mode. I’ve not moved so much in many a month. No way could I have drunk that much since the last wee-wee, last night? 
I adopted my investigative-mode to try to work out why I was running short on the Codeines. 
I must remember to thank the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, for their care, professionalism and compassion that they have shown to me.
The new Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed a reading of 36.8°c. Which shows as being in the green, as acceptable! Compared to yesterdays reading of 37.5 in the red, it is a good one. 
I stopped to make another brew of Glengettie, and had, wait for it, two wee-wees, one after the other?
Made yet another mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time, and hard to believe, but I had another weaker wee-wee! 
with. Hehehe!
As soon as I left the wet room, a (what proved to be a series of) involuntary right leg Peripheral Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances started. I was close to going over on two occasions as I recall. I clouted my hip on the edge of the doorframe. The shaking of the leg was on and off for about three hours after that. I’ve never had it last that long before. Still, it calmed down in the end, back to the odd little flutters and kicks, which look far worse than they are. Hey-Ho! 
Then, back to the wet room, to medicate the areas in need, that for some reason I’d not done earlier. I took the clothes with me to change into after the medicationalisationing was done. And the landline rang and flashed! 
I made up some waste bags and took them to the rubbish chute. Returned and getting the three-wheeler in the flat, backwards cause it’s usually easier, I caught my ankle bone against the door edge. I recall saying something like, “Well, blow me!”, as I laughed off the incident, as the right leg went into a mini-dance routine, and I hit my toe against the bottom panel. Luckily, me being a heroic man of phenomenal bravery, I was not bothered in the least bit, of course! Ahem! 
Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, and have no lids to allow the tablets to spill all over the place and get lost! Deana told me it was time to take down the Christmas cards, so I did. I took this photo earlier to remind me to ask her, cunning, eh?
Well shattered now, I’ll try again to make a meal that I can eat all of. 
I was originally, going to have a steak slice, but I had to make do with the Morrison substituted chicken and bacon pie. Didn’t find or taste any bacon in it, mind. The Leicester cheesy potatoes came out alright. The Spanish tomatoes were not too bad for once. The specially-burnt garden peas tasted fine! And, the lemon dessert went down a treat.
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00:10hrs: I stirred back into an imitation of the absurdity of life, and involuntarily passed wind. The couple of rumbles from the innards, then I grappled with my substantive, overly-sufficient, superabundant, unweildly, flobby-bellied body, and got up on my feet, painfully this time, due to CC (Cartilage Cathy) being very tender underneath the right kneecap area, for some unknown reason. 
Well, well, that’s the first time I have woken up for months, not wanting a wee-wee? This threw me off kilter a bit! 
I tore off the plaster on the arm from the blood taking, to find another new thing, the arm vein seems to have bled a little, which is no surprise of course, but the blood under the skin looked a little pinkish. Mmm? Of course, it could be my eyes, with me being colour blind on reds, maybe.
I was at a loss, with the brain wanting to wee-wee, but the body, not. S
flipping pulse was up, to 97 bpm! Can’t win! 
Made a brew of Glengettie, I and cracked on with the updating of yesterdays blog. 
The tea had gone cold (Fancy that!) I went to wash the mug, and for some unrealised reason, all of the lights outside seemed to be so much brighter than they usually are. It could just be Saccades Sandra or the achromatopsia. The scene looked beautiful to me, even though it wasn’t an outstanding photograph.
I’d love to pop down to see them, and have a gentle little pow-wow with them, and explain the problems they have and still do cause me, on every order I can a get a slot for. 
I made some brekkers. Savoury, of course. The tiny cheese and pickle pork pies from Iceland are deliciously tangy, and for once I could taste a bit of it. Which makes me think that the taste-buds are regaining their flavour-appreciating days if old. Yeehaa! 
Oops! Sod-it, I’ve set the tooth-ache off again, now! Serves me right for the naughty thoughts I’d just had. Hehehe! 
time, that I ticked everything almost as no substitute. Not the milk and bread cause that wouldn’t matter so much… mind you, even they are likely to send disinfectant as a substitute for bread. 
A teenager was taken to hospital with a reported gash to his head after masked men allegedly attacked him in his home. Police say a 15-year-old boy suffered stab wounds to his eye, leg and head during the incident. His injuries have since been described as not life-altering.
There were photographs of Nottingham, yesterday, the first day of the new lockdown. 
top of the trolley was slipping off the top of the trolley-walker, all I did was grab it, it wasn’t heavy, and put it back between the handlebars… But, this was enough to set of BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), and she’s been hurting ever since, and was as I finally got my head down on the recliner in the flat, a couple of hours or so later! All a part of ‘The mysteries of ‘Woodthorpe Court’. The mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, extraterrestrials, spectres. gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, fata morganas and ectoplasms that have been sent to taunt, irritate and poke mullock at Inchcock! (And very successful they are, too!)
TFZer & Alcoholic Keith, has redesigned his new flat.
022:10hrs: After a grand four-hours kip, I stirred back into a mock, ersatz, imitation life, in need of a wee-wee. 
Oh, alright then; I struggled out of the £300, rusty second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, and somehow manipulated my horrendously flabby, overly-stomached wobbling body up on its feet. Caught my balance, and limped to the bucket, and spent a few minutes waiting for the wee-wee to start, and few more waiting for it to stop. 
Washed my hands, and started the Health Checks, then took the medications.
Disconcertingly, the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a higher reading for the SYS, up again! 
A summons to the Throne arrived, and it felt imperative that I got to the Throne in time… Oh, dear! But I managed it. 
Well, this visit was totally different than the one that was taken only a few minutes ago? 
The sounding much-like heavy machinery starting up, followed minutes later with the sound of it dying down again, just repeated itself once more. I’ve started shivering for some reason, feeling so cold. I checked the heater, its warm, but only just? Looked at the thermometer-humidity thingy, then checked it against the wall thermometer. One indicates it is 38°c, the other 23°c? Was it something to do with the heating, the noise I mean? 
got breakfast made up. I really did feel hungry and made a decent plateful. Once I settled to eat it, I could manage even a quarter of it. Everything tasted different than I expected? Horrible! Even the mini pork and pickle pie and MArmite cheese were tasteless. The majority of it ended up in the bin. What a shame!
Then got the meal served-up and in the dish. It looked good, I’d got the milk roll bread to soak up the liquids, and started the feasting… 
23:45hrs: 
I bounded out of the four-poster, touched my toes, a couple of dozen push-up, then ten one-handed, jumped up and bar-belled for five minutes, and drank two pints of carrot juice and a bowl of figs, with extra vitamin D. I oiled over all of my masculine lithe muscled body, splashed some Bute on, and…
Oh, all right then... 23:45hrs: I woke up coughing and sneezing, the eyes were running, and I was involuntarily passing wind. The sound from the flipping ‘Hum’ was tremendously loud. Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding, and the lens fell out of my spectacles as I put them on. And I needed a wee-wee. 
The timing of which, proved a life-saver. The evacuation flowed the second I got on the Throne, it as under the control of the innards, it was massive, pongy, and a great relief! Had I not been stood within the two feet I was of the toilet once the movement began, I’d have been in a right mess, embarrassment-wise! Bit of good fortune there, unnatural and worrying!
I got the hurtful stinging job of cleaning up and medicating Little Inchies fungal lesion. One of the genuinely more difficult and almost harrowing jobs of all the ailment treating. This and using the Sock-Glide, are tasks I do not look forward to at all!
Then, went to get the Health Checks done. I recall thinking to myself, I hope the SYS will have come back down. But No! It had gone up to 183 from yesterdays 180! 
Updated blog. 
Ablutions tackled, got the crossword book out, seated, no time for crosswording, though. The actions started and flowed freely, but still rather painfully, messy and bleeding again, the same as it was yesterday morning. 
The legs and feet still looked a smidge pale. But again, no complaints from me! The Clop[idogrel marks were not even seeable! Fair enough the middle right foot toe was still tender from the last toe-stubbing. But the veins were not protruding, the ankle ulcer had calmed down and could hardly be seen! Great!.
Went to make a brew, took a snap of the descending fog from the thick-framed light and view-blocking kitchen windows. I made a mug of Glengettie tea, got a handful of biscuits to go with the cuppa. I took the tea through to the computer; first, I try not to use the right hand for carrying hot drinks, in case Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters die-off, and I drop the drink. I put the tea down and returned to get the camera from the kitchenette.
En route back, a gave my right shoulder one decently hefty clout against the door frame (Luckily, I’d got the camera wrist strap around my wrist!) Phew! Amazingly, astronomically, unbelievably, this did not set SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) off? I’m not complaining!
The Iceland Foods delivery man cameth. I let him in and made my way to the front door. Which seemed like a good idea, Hehe!
Confusion was in a pestering mood. Oh, and nipping onto Gmail as they came in
and went to investigate what to have for my nosh. I’m sure I had a plan in mind for the meal earlier, but it had gone off into the ether. 
had not done the 
00:00hrs: As I woke, half-hanging out of the recliner, with the bottled water, headphones, woolly-hat, spectacles, pen and pad and other bits on the floor around the chair, there were little bits of the dream I must have been having, milling about in my head… 
In my haste, I got up too quickly, and without catching my balance. Crumpled to the floor on my knees. Unfortunately, setting-off RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) and CC (Cartilage Cathy) hurting. The thoughts of getting the pad were lost, replaced with the task of getting myself back up on my feet. Tsk! 
By the time I’d managed to get back up, with the assistance of the heavy recliner as a lifting aid, and had used the picker-upperer to get the articles dropped in the night, any residue of memories of the dream were long gone into the ether! Fungleboggles! I was well miffed with myself now! Mind you, I did find the missing TV remote control while I was down there!
So, I’ve been up for around five-minutes – A tumble onto my knees, CC, and RAI giving me grief, then SSS joins in, a pathetic wee-wee, and now I’ve just stubbed my toe taking the bucket to be sanitised!
Still, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. A man of my calibre, youthful exuberance, and happy-go-lucky outlook. “Huh!” 
I’ve no problem with that. I can rearrange my meets with President Biden and Her Majesty for a later time. Hehehe! 
The latest figures for Nottingham was not up to date, because of the holiday period, obviously.
The national Patients Admitted graph looked like a bit of a spike is developing, 
after a dip? 
spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, daemons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, or gremlins?
On with the dating of this bog, then decided some brekkers would be a good idea. A Jenny supplied pickled egg, halloumi sticks and a Cornish pastie. A fair feast I found veritably tasty! 
Porcelain Throne arrived. Apart from losing a fair bit of blood, things went well enough. I got the ablutions done at the same time. Which went well, a few dropsies, no more than ten, mind. Two decent sessions! The legs were looking good too.
When I came out of the wet from into the kitchenette, there had been a slight covering of snow while I was ablutioning. Took this picture from the unliked, light and view-blocking window. 
some graphics done. The internet was so slow and causing problems. I phoned Jenny, to wish a happy new year and see how she, Nora and Frank, were doing. They seemed okay, Jenny was pragmatic, is the word methinks, about the current situation. 
I got some waste bags done up, took them to the chute, and the big bag down to the caretaker’s bin.
I tried getting the three-wheeler-guide in through the flat door, going backwards this time: It was so much easier to get the trolley in and over the high door tread with the double wheels ahead. That’s it, I’m coming in backwards in future! See? I can sometimes get things right with my plans and schemes – I did it once in October 1959 as I recall!
Such fascinating memories! Ahem!
Head-down 21:30hrs. At 23:10hrs: I shot awake, and the brain soon joined me. Whatever the sudden expergefactor was for this, I do not know! But I did know I could not ignore that something had woken me, and I had to get up and have a look around for any signs of danger, calamity, or risk, that might be lurking. I needed a wee-wee anyway.
I made an inspection of sorts of the flat, room by room. The Hallway apart from being untidy had no indications of anything out of order.
As I was getting the kettle on, (and this must have looked the most comical speed-hobble I’d ever done) the movement from the rear-end began to flow of its own accord on the limp to the wet room, I hit my shoulder on the door frame, knocked the clothes off of the coat hangers in the hall onto the floor, and stubbed the same toe as I did yesterday against the heater!
I distinctly recall thinking, ‘Well fancy that!’, as I scrambled onto the much-needed Porcelain Throne! Cough, cough!
The first one I used the Nightime Panorama, the second was done in Auto mode. 
The stomach was beginning to rumble and churn again, I didn’t think it would be long until the Throne was needed again. (Where’s it coming from?) 
I’ve not the least knowledge of?) Reading through the other writing on the pad, I realised I had not done the Health checks! 
than in the eye. Huh! I was beginning to think I was losing it today! 
Aha, the second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. There was nae bother this time. I got there in plenty of time, a repeat of the first visit, but less of it. Hehe! 
I took a few pictures. 
I moved the nearly dried quilt, over the server on wheels trolley, and moved it close to the storage heater, to let it get dried enough. 
Then I spotted a can of sausage and bean stew, that appealed even more to me. Because I vaguely recall trying it before and enjoying it. Of course, relying on what I remember is not a guarantee of anything! But, I took the decision to try it today. I took a decision a few weeks ago, you know, oh, yes!
Of to the kitchen and got the can opened without any fuss A ring-pull!
sausages to add to the pan. Cunning eh?
The head was getting more confused now, so I gave up on the blogging and prepared the meal. I did some sausages in the oven, and added them to the saucepan, along with some Squid vinegar, and a tin of chilli beans. It came out alright, a Taste Rating of 7/10. 
I got the medicalisationing tackled, starting with the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops, the Carmellose eye drops, into the eye, and down my cheeks, over the moustache and into my mouth, as normal. The Docusate Sodium medicine, Dioctyl® 100mg Poo-Softener, and the morning medications were taken. 
I got the computer on, and had a long job again, cause I had to load and sort out the evening sky photographs. Although it wasn’t my skills that made these snaps so good, I still got an inkling of pride that they came out alright for once. My particular favourite was this one on the right. a grand mixture of light and dark patches, the grey clouds visible higher up in the sky. The yellow strip… I liked this one. 
later, I will put on a pair of the old PP’s, that will cope easily with it. It’s a life innit! 
that, and I put some snaps on Pinterest. Then as I went on to Facebook, the landline flashed. It was Brother-in-Law Pete, asking about the blog link he’s not received yet. I explained about the long day yesterday and told him I was about to send it. We had a little natter, I enjoy them, you know. 
Got the job done and emailed the link. Then got a little brekkers to nibble. 
Then realised I’d not done the BP and temperature. (Twit!) So I did them. The temperature was spot-on again. Things are going so well this morning, compared to how they usually go, I was considering upgrading mt Smug-Mode to Grade-B. Hahaha!
during which I up[dated the Personal word Dictionary on Excel, the pile pains were joined by Anne Gyna’a stinking right across the chest. 
A quick search for the latest Covid-19 figures, locally.
garden peas, the last of the little tomatoes and a Jenny-supplied pickled egg. 
My interest in football was rekindled. (It was fading when Brian Clough retired, then dissipated altogether) I borrowed this photo from the BBC, I hope they don’t mind. Villa’s second goal. 
An old comic gag… Coming back?
on the wee-wee chart! Which means I have to drink more. I’m not doing very well these last few days, am I? Fungleboggles! 
Then I tackled the worrying and delicate job, of making a right mess of putting in the eye drops. Starting with the Chloramphenicol. Next, the eye-stinging Resolve ‘Soothing’ eye drops. 
made a brew of Glengettie tea. 
I cracked on with the updating of yesterday’s blog. A slow job again, the concentration was fine (to start with), but Nocodemus’s neurotransmitters were the worst bother, and so much correcting had to be done all the time. Still, a mug or two of spring water, a few wee-wees, eye dropping session and taking another Dioctyl® in between, and I got it finished. No doubt missing many corrections that needed doing. (Lack of confidence? Me?… Yes!)
I went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea and took this bad photo of the morning view from the kitchenette window. See the headlights there again, near the Health Centre? Every weekday, whoever parks up around 05:00hrs, leaving the headlights on for around two hours. I’d love to know who and why? But I’m just nosey. Haha! 
so the next day – I know!) I exited to get the new tube and camera to take these shots.
Took another gulp of the foul-tasting, and needing a minimum of a litre of water to be taken with it, Docusate. Also another Dioctyl® capsule, something must work to free the solid torpedo in my innards? For despite the wind and churning in the stomach, nothing moves? 
I took a photo through the balcony windows. It was indeed a cloudy, misty, rainy and demoralising bit of weather we were having this unfine Wednesday. 
Ah, a knock on the door! I investigated. Two letters had been posted, that might have been the noise and not anyone knocking. 
My jentacular desires came to mind. And I got a quick breakfast sorted out for myself. 
I made up a few waste bags and got them in the box on the three-wheeler guide. 
I served up the nosh on a tray, back to some Chilli-Con-Carne today, at last. Some chips with it, and grapes and a pot of dessert to follow. Oh, and a baguette to soak up the extra chilli-gravy I’d added, and purposely overcooked a little. Taste? 8/10!
An incoming landline call flashed and rang. Somehow I got free of the recliner and to the phone in time. It was Jenny, she was worried about my not seeing the email link for the blog, the lady apologised for waking me, bless her. It’s nice to know someone cares enough to do this. Sister Jane does similar, but I have not had a call from her, and at the time thought I had sent the link. I muttered my apologies for missing it off, and am not sure if anything else was said… oh, yes, Jenny told me to get back to sleep, bless her. I must check it in the morning and do it if I hadn’t, early before sending today’s… int life confusing? Tsk!