Only the better class of young hunks to apply! Haha! ♥
Thursday 10th December 2020
Croatian: Četvrtak, 10. prosinca 2020
23:45hrs: Woke, up, balance, out-
of-it mode. Made tea, Health checks and wee-wee. I was intent on getting the grafting of the 
template creating done today, even if I got nothing else done. There was (I thought) no deliveries, nurses or owt else coming or due today.
(It was to be my most busy day for years).
Made a brew, took the photo from the kitchen window.
Got the computer on and started to do the graphics for the templates.
A mug of tea and a wee-wee.
Stuck into the template work job, and worra job it turned out to be.
To my utter amazement, the intercom rang and lit. It was the Sainsbury order I thought I’d ordered for next week?
Got stuff in the kitchen.
Sorted and put away. Gone a bit spare on the cleaners?
Back to the template graphic-creating. Spent hours on it, not getting anywhere fast, but making progress.
Stopped and sent of yesterdays blog link email. Posted it to WordPress.
Back to the template graphic-creating.
Thought I heard a knock on the door, no bells chiming.
It was the Warfarin INR, Anticoagulation test results. Not so good this time, down to 1.5, oh dear.
Back to the template graphic-creating. (Twixt weak wee-weeing)
Sister Jane rang, to tell me I’d emailed the wrong link, I’d sent Tuesdays. We had a little chinwag. I checked and sure enough another cock-up done by yours truly! Got things sorted and changed, and added a new link to the email and replied to it to send the proper link. (I think!)
I rang Jane, and she confirmed it had got through, a long nattering session took place.
Back to the template graphic-creating. (Twixt weak wee-weeing)
Made a brew and had a wee-wee.
Back to the template graphic-creating. (Twixt weak wee-weeing) This was an eight-hour stint, and I hadn’t even got the graphics finished properly, let-alone made a start to the template creating yet!
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Rock-hard, agony, bleeding, much cleaning and medicating needed.
Back to the template graphic-creating. (Twixt weak wee-weeing) Gave up, totally done-for mentally, now.
Got the nosh prepared, intending to get the Ablutions belatedly tended to afterwards. (Sheer mental fatigue, and interruptions, meant I didn’t even get the ablutions done at all – (that’ll be interesting in the morning having to shave off two-days stubble) Huh!
I got the nosh served up and anticipated a bit of a feast. Not to be, I must have been so disorientated and tired, I found it impossible to eat much of the fodder. I scraped most of it into the bin bag and added that one to another.
Got down in the chair, with the apple in my hand, and drifted almost immediately. Woke in need of a wee-wee…
The door chimes rang out, it was the sweet lady from the chemist’s. As I heaved myself out of the recliner, I dropped the apple and knocked over the bottle of spring water. Having only the jammie bottom on, I wrapped the quilt around me to save embarrassment. In the state I was in, I could not hear a word the girl was saying, but I’m sure she wanted te medications that were sent with no lid back, but I just couldn’t be sure, and I muttered something about not feeling well, I think.
She handed me the two bags of meds. I apologised for not being with-it and thanked her.
I was really in a confused state, but I needed to check on the medications.
I must ask Dean to ring the chemist for me tomorrow, to ascertain about what was actually said, and how to get the tablets back to them.
They had sent some poo-softener, but not the Dioctyl capsules, this time they despatched Docusate Sodium medicine. Taking this medicine is going to fun with Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, and a Neuropathic leg dance in the offing while doing so. At the same time, I try to measure the liquid into the spoon to take 6 doses a day! I thought the capsules were great as well!
Another weak wee-wee, and down into the recliner, confused, mentally buggered… and the Thought-Storms began… Fed-Up!
Then I hobbled home and made a brew of Glengettie, Haha!
23:30hrs: Slowly, very slowly, I stirred into imitation life, and with this, the Thought-Storms started to attack. Fast and furious, malicious too! Most emotions were in there somewhere at some time. Jealousy, hatred, fear, nervousness, disgust, self-contempt and an expectation, nae, certainty that something else is going to go wrong, or malfunction again today. 
As I caught my balance, I noticed that the OEGPB (Overnight, emergency, grey, plastic, bucket), had not been utilised, so I made my way to the wet room. After yesterdays lack of wee-weeing, I expected the usual for yesterday anyway, resistant, weak, tricking mode. But, Oh, boy, no! Although short and sharp, the torrent of wee belted out like from a hose-pipe (Albeit a small hosepipe). There was no PMD (Pre or Post Micturitional Dribbling), which surprised me a tad. However, there was plenty of cleaning up to be done, from the overspill and spray! I must take care, and be aware of this, on my next visit!
I took the morning medications, taking a poo softener as well, from one of the pill-pods that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the Lidl store, hadn’t forgotten to put the pod covers on. 
Then I got the Health Checks completed. The sphygmomanometerisationing BP hemadynamometer, gave a much lower and healthier reading today. It was SYS 136, DIA of 74, and Pulse at 81 bpm. About time it came down, I’ve been the recent far too high ones.
Harpin Xian Di Thermometer reading was a sound 36.8°c. 
I’d not been back on the computer for long when the intercom rang out, and the delivery man was soon up at the door with the bags. I slipped him a can and thanked him. Then took the carriers through to the kitchen… and, there were only three of them! At first, I thought; Hello, have I been done again? There’s not much there for £44? Then remembered I’d bought two bottles of wine, for Christmas pressies, ah, fair enuf! 
Out to the waste bin, the caretakers were there, Rob took the bags off of me, and I continued on to the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation Office, in Windwood Court. 
Woodthorpe Court and the end of Chestnut Way.
notices. 
Woodthorpe Court. With its phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, daemons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, and gremlins awaiting my return. 
Luckily, I’d remembered to take the swipe-fob with me, so I could get into the decorative, pleasant, picturesque, ground floor lobby of the apartments. It’s not pretty. But it’s home! Haha!
lunch break I assume. 
I phoned Jenny, on my new Nokia 8.3 5G, with a 171.9 x 78.56 x 8.99mm, 220g, side fingerprint scanner and Google Assistant button. Ahem! To advise her of the laundry closure next Tuesday. 
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23:45hrs: Stirred, Wee-wee. Pains. 
I did the Health Checks were done. All figures not pf much interest to me, I’m afraid. I had so many of the old ailments ganging up on me.
Three hours after starting it, I finished and posted the blog. Facebooked, and went on the WordPress Reader section, and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters started giving up sending messages to the brain. Making things go so slow and frustrating for me. What next?
BBB, Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra all offered Nick support in making the day one of the worst for months for me. 
Then the Porcelain Throne was attended. More bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids now, as well as poor Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. But the motion was back to an unwillingness to move concrete-mega-torpedo. No doubt about it, Constipation Konrad had the upper hand over Diarroreah Duncan and Trotsky Terence today. But most likely it’s my own fault, I’m not sure if I took the Dioctyl® poo-softeners or not last night. I took an extra one afterwards. 
Well, as I went into the kitchen to make a brew and take a photo of the morning sky now, it was beginning to lighten a little. And Duodenal Donald kicked off. The stabbing pains being as low in the gut as they were, was indicating, judging by past experiences that Donald (or, I) was in for a long haul.
Then a real ailments-causing, marathon (over seven-hours!) session of making up templates. After which I got a very late brekkers of noodles and some biscuits. Pickleglobknobs and Simper! Hahaha! What am I laughing for? 
I somehow got them done, and was not up to much then. I got down in the recliner, the headphones on, and listened to some classical music, half-hoping to fall asleep.
Constipation, and I do not want to end up on the Throne for hours at a time again! 
Made the first mug of Glengettie of the day, and took a picture from the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window. It wasn’t top quality, but it showed the lights along Winchester Street at the back and Ramsdale Crescent, closest. 
I made the brew, and brought it to the computer and booted it up. I made a start on this blog for a few hours and stopped around 06:30hrs, as the ablutions would soon be needed to be done before the Iceland delivery arrived, that would be anywhere twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. 
So, once I’d dressed. I got my Nokia camera and took these three pictures. (Ah! I meant the Nikon camera, sorry). Mr Billumski, the Ohio State RCM (Red Car Monitoring) President, will be interested in the great number on sight in the road and car parks today? Or not! 
I got the ‘YourArea’ magazine opened, and found some Coronavirus figures on it. At first glance, it appeared a little scary, but on closer inspection, the 878 figure was for the last seven days. Which us about 40% down on the rolling total. 
Did some work, updating my personal dictionary, and the Iceland delivery man, he rangeth the intercom. I pressed the release button, and two Nottingham City Homes men were leaving as he entered. 
I feel it only fair, to inform the gentlemen, that for a few second, we can hear what they are saying when someone calls us. I’ll say no more! 
I moved the carrier bags into the kitchen. I seem to have bought more than usual? Then set about storing the purchases away. I soon realised that I’d bought some Christmas treats on this order, that was why there seemed a lot. 
I got the hands wet with the ice, and (without thinking, as usual) l rang the hot water tap to wash and dry the hand. But I got sidetracked when I dropped a packet of biscuits. So I fetched the picker-upperer to retrieve them with, as I say, unthinkingly leaving the hot water tao running, I returned and dipped my hand in the bowl… Aghh! I ran cold water on it for ages, then rubbed some Savlon in the skin. What an Eizel!
I then got the three-wheeler guide and put them in it, to take down to Jen’s apartment. I got down, rang her bell, and came back up in the elevator.
As I was getting ready to take some more photographs, it suddenly went so dark. 
I took a well-zoomed-in shot of the kiddies play area in Woodthorpe Grange Park. A few folks out there enjoying themselves, and was so pleased to see them all being good and observing the social-distancing rules, bless ’em.
I was getting a little weary now, and wondered on what to have for my nosh. I opted for smoked streaky bacon (from Germany this time from Iceland, last week it was from Poland, but it looked a bit fatty!) I only have two tins of tomatoes left, neither of them with a ring-pull opener. 
me Hickory, Soy Sauce, Squid vinegar and mild chilli powder. GAve it a good stirring, while thinking what a twit I was using these additions. Yet, after stirring for ages, I tried a spoonful, and I liked it! I’ll wait to see what it tastes like with the bacon in, before getting carried away. Hahaha! 
01:25hrs: As I stirred into ersatz life, my first thought and first word were the same! “Uh-oh, yikes, argh, and move it, youth!” Yes, the need to use the Porcelain Throne, front and back, were both urgent and nervous-making! 
And, it got betterer! The session was one of the easiest and least painful I’ve taken in months! ‘Smug-Mode-Moved-up-to-Grade B+!’ Amazing, no bleeding whatsoever, not messy either! But it was massive, and the cistern needed some help via my hand-refilling the tank a few times to rid the evacuated product from the bowl. 
The knuckle I’d burnt on the oven grill last night getting the Morrison-substituted for Sweet-Potato fritters, crap, horrible-tasting McCains Salt and Pepper chips; (I just thought I’d mention them again – it still wrangles me!) was looking lighter and getting better already.
I got the Health Checks done next. I used the Boots sphygmomanometer again, it gave a 168 reading for the SYS. But after reading up on the optimum yesterday on Mr Google, it is barely a couple of points over what I should expect, so nae bother.
Then, I took the temperature with the new thermometer. 
thing on, I noticed some more of the papules were coming up on the stomach, side, back. Not unexpected really, let’s face it, there is such a mass of bloated flesh around the midriff for these and the spots, blotched, furuncles etc. to pick from. Hehehe! 
No teaing it this morning, I got on the computer, to get the updating of Tuesday’s blog done. But a change of heart occurred, and I made a brew of Glengettie, and as I was going to take the morning medications;
working a treat at countering Constipation Konrad.
Then a picture of down below on Chestnut Walk, I thought that Ohio’s RCMS Red Car Monitoring Services, Head Honcho, Managing Director, and jolly good egg, Billumski could use it on his mega-computer, to give him some idea of the British angle?
I got the meatballs in BBQ can, which luckily for me, had a ring-pull opener, and got it in the saucepan. Added the potatoes from yesterday, a small can of baked beans, and tried a spoonful—a little bland. So, I then pondered over which flavourings to add to it. I eventually added balsamic vinegar (not a lot), Some dark Soy sauce, mild chilli-powder, vegetable stock, and Squid sauce-vinegar. I didn’t start heating it, of course, far too early. I stirred it all up well and tried some. Yep, that’ll do for me. It’s on my limit for chilli, but it should be alright. Quite looking forward to it now.
It is not within keeping of the rules it seems. They then more or less said; If I am struggling and suicidal… and gave me a Facebook link, to where I can get help? 
Ah, well, I’ll get the ablutionalisationing done now… no, my indeterminacy and dithering got the better of me again. I decided to get the washing to soak in the sink, making it easier for me when I get the rinsing done after the ablutioning. I thought this seemed a good idea. But I used the new dark clothes liquid cleaner the, and one capful was enough, more than enough! The bowl got, so soapsud clogged, I decided to press on get it sorted now. Also, the right arm was responding to Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters a little more at the time, so I got them done, rinsed several times (hehe!) wrung, and hung, above the sink to start draining. Did alright, no major dropsies either. Yee-Haa!
The ablutions, well, what can I say? A big thank you to Nicodemus for not playing up much for once, Cheers Nick! The reason for the many nicks when shaving was my own fault, I was using fresh Bic disposable razors and had put new blades in the big razors. Sounds complicated? It is! 
Dried off, did the medicating and got the slippers back on. I did notice that the left foot this time, was showing signs of a vein bubble or ulcer coming up, maybe. Spider veins have never bothered the left foot before. Mmm? 
once, I got down and back up with ease almost. 
I went back to the bathroom, to spray some gunk remover on the mouldy spots and left it to soak in. 
Closed down Computer Cameron, got the meal cooking, with some chips that went on the tray in the dish as well. Hehehe! 
I went to get the pots washed, as the rain returned outside, I took a snap of the weather. But without opening the new light & view-blocking kitchen window. I didn’t fancy get soaked. Hehe! 
23:50hrs: 
I stirred into this cruel, hyperbolic-ridden, masquerade called life, with all-consuming guilt you wouldn’t believe! I don’t! 
After using it, I managed to get the bucket to the wet room and cleaned up, disinfected, and back to the front room for future needs and demands. Then made my way to the kitchenette to get the kettle on, and had to hasten back to the wet-room!
I took the body temperature as I waited for the kettle to boil. Well, well, another first for this Sunday! The temperature of 36.4°c was the same as yesterdays! All these years of having to record them for the surgery, this has never happened before. 
The results for the SYS from the Boot’s sphygmomanometer of 166, would usually have been of concern to me, but compared to Saturday’s, it was betterer, well much lower anyway. 
Peripheral Neuropathy diagnosed! Then diabetes, return of lung struggles, then the bladder cancer. And the ankle and foot ulcers, they are just great fun. I’ve got a new one coming this morning. Thank you. 
The cheesy potatoes I tried adding a little milk to them (Hence the lost bottle!), and plenty of butter, sea salt and Leicester Cheese. Sliced the last tomato, an egg, a fishcake with smoked haddock inside, a fillet of smoked salmon, a few Surami sticks, garden peas, and some pickled beetroot slices. A can of spiced rum and cola, and a couple of the Skinny strawberry chocolate nougat bars. I managed to deliver it once again, dead on midday. Josie said she liked the strawberry skinny’s and asked what was in the can and breadcrumbs. So I told her. Hehehe! 
I found a can of CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) that had a ring-pull opener, and some gravy and the boiled potatoes from the crock-pot. The last few Foul Beans from the fridge were put in the mix, and all armed upon the hob. Some milk roll bread, and a lemon yoghourt as well.
0025hrs: Boy, did I wake up in a huff? I was grumpy, reluctant to move, to the point of clinomania setting in. 
Hey-Ho! The need for a wee-wee saved me. That helped concentrate the mind a little. By the time I had struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner, and caught my balance, the Porcelain Throne was required as well. 
As I hobbled to the wet room, the same thing happened as yesterday morning, and a swift, sharp Dizzy Dennis attack, had me grabbing for support as the balance went again. But this time, I stayed on my feet and didn’t hit the wristlet alarm against the door and set it off. Phew! 
Of to the kitchenette with the camera, to take a shot of the morning view, and get the Health Checks done and recorded. Then made a brew of Glengettie.
The temperature with the Made in China thermometer, was a much betterer level though, at 36.4°c. 
Not that a man such as myself, with my heroic, brave, devil-may-care approach, and good looks, my statuesque, muscular, young body, was bothered, of course. Cough, cough!
I returned to the computer to find the internet working again. I got on with updating this blog also, the rain started to fall again, and it seemed to get so sold suddenly. 
I investigated the emails for messages and any notifications about the Coronavirus figure locally. The past few days, they don’t seem to be informing us as much. I opened the ‘YourArea’ email and had a nosey. It took me a lot of searching, but I did find this one for the UK, on the BBC News Site. 
Gone even darker now, but the rain is lighter, not that it matters to Prisoner 72, Woodthorpe Criminal Court. Hehehe!
Ah, that’s the one I was looking for. They seem to put a seven-day running total on nowadays. There must be a benefit of this, but I wouldn’t guess at it. 
I sorted out some small bags of waste and got them in the box on the trolley, then added the recycling, and glass jars. 
Back to graphicationalisationing on CorelDraw, and Dusty Springfield emanated from the doorbells. 
when she was nearly 2-hours late (Not through ant fault of own).
pickled egg, I spread some milk roll bread with Lurpak, the meal was getting to look tasty before it was prepared… 
00:00hrs: I woke-up wanting a wee-wee, and wheedled my way out of the c1968 recliner. Caught my balance, and grabbed Metal-Micky, and wondered wobbly off to the wee-wee room. Not that much came out, but at least the bladder is more willing to try this morning. Hehe! 
Cleaned up, and wandered off to the kitchen, to get the Health Checks done. The thermometer gave a reading of only 32.4°c? That’s flaming low? What’s going of here?
I made a start on updating yesterday’s IT (Inchcock Today) and stuck at it with resolve and determination. Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters mainly caused this, and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) had both died down at the same time and were being very cooperative with me. Oh, Yes!
I got it finished, emailed the link, posted it off top WordPress, Pinterested the photos, did some Facebooking updating, and then got the new Warfarin dosages and checked them. Then I took the Dioctyl® stool softener capsule. 
ail Priority reminder. I made the order for next Tuesday, 3rd November 2020, between 08:00 hrs > 10:00 hrs. I’ve only just spent enough to get free delivery, so I hope that they are not out of stock on anything that will bring the total too low. 
I got some waste bags made up, and took them in the three-wheeler-walking guide to the waste-chute room. 
Unfortunately, I trapped my right hand on the microscopically small metal opening, just after taking this 
photograph Humph!
On my way back to the flat across the lift lobby, with throbbing knuckles (Haha!), I saw how splendidly welcoming, and originally colourful and gay the new decor looked in the dim lighting. 
I took this photo of the City Hospital earlier, and phoned Pete to see how he was going, he’s just finished his radiation sessions but is now suffering from bad sickness. A horrible time he’s going through, naturally worried, but coping with it well, I think. 
Got te meal ready, not one of my best efforts by along chalk. Flavour-Rating only 5/10. 
03:15hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, with the Thought-Storms that had made such a mess of my getting to sleep, still active, nae, rampant in the grey cells! Fungleboggles! 
Hastening into the Throne-Room, the shoulder came into contact with the door frame, giving out a sicking crunching noise, and a jolt of pain! But this was not important at the time, getting the jammy-bottoms, and my bum on the toilet in time was more urgent (at least it took my mind off of the new stomach stings, Haha!). 
This session was a real different one this morning, good and bad changes! Things flowed, to the accompaniment of the longest wee-wee I’ve ever had! The putrid aroma filled my lungs; the evacuation was over in a minute or so. Gawd, it was messy! It was a good job I have plenty of toilet paper in stock! The wee-weeing continued? Hard to tell really, but I do believe the wee-wee colour was lighter, at last! The gungy mass of stool filled the bowl so much, the wee didn’t have anywhere to go, and floated atop! Still, it took my mind off off the crunched shoulder and stomach pains for a while! 
lear things, refilled by hand from the jug and sink. Then I had a soapy washing up, bleaching and sanitisationing session. Time for a feel of the shoulder, which the Accifauxpas did not set SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley off? 
I was not looking forward to doing the injecting of the Enoxaparin, so got it dealt with first! The new hypodermic needles, which I suspected would have longer needles, didn’t! That was a nice discovery, a glimmer of luck at last?
All went smoothly, and the old Medical Sharps bin, was too full to use, so I started the new one-off. This made me think about getting rid of them. I looked it up of the NHS site. This is what I found. 
still working. But the SYS is still too high. I wonder why? (I sigh!) 
Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on the boil, and took this blind-snap of Chestnut Walk in the dark, below the thick-framed, new windows, that is impossible for disabled folk to get to for cleaning, thick-framed and obviously designed by someone who suffers from a hatred for the elderly and gerontophobia. 
Time to get the ablutions sorted out, I took the mug to the kitchen and took a photo of the beautiful morning view, to compare with the earlier one. 
If I recall correctly, I silently mouthed something like “Tsk, never mind, can’t be helped!” (Yer!)
hell out of Inchcock!’ They are working hard this morning! 
Still, Got it finished, it was just the thought of having to tackle all that was cleaning up afterwards that took the edge off what should have been my proud moment. 
As I had just got down on my knees to clean around the sink, where the dripping pyjamas had spilt over, and the door chimes rang out. At first, I thought it might be Josie with a problem or question, but no! I opened the door to see a wonderful sight! Jenny had been come up and delivered her treat for me, right outside the door; the yellow tomatoes. Double bless her! ♥ 
I visited the ‘Your Area’ latest newsletter.
Got the evening medications ready as I went along, and the plate of food served up. Not one of my tastiest efforts, but the Jenny supplied yellow tomatoes were great. I think maybe the Enoxaparin is playing tricks with my taste buds? Flavour rating: 6/10. 
I took a photo of the right leg, in particular the ankle ulcer, which seemed to be fading fast for some reason. I bet it will be back, all vivid again later. The Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) area around the patella looked a little nasty. But hardly any pain with it?
As I was getting the things out for the Health Checks, I had a spot of apaesthesia on my right side limbs, and very nearly dropped the BP machine. At least the results were a lit better today. SYS was well down, the Pulse a little higher. Pleased!
The stick thermometer showed relatively low again. But, it’s been lower a couple of times this month. It’s all very confusing, innit? Hahaha! 
I made a brew and noticed that the bottle of weak Peptac medicine had been emptied. Now, this was even more worrying. Because I’m sure that last night there was some left in the bottle, confident that I thought well they’ll be enough for tomorrow. Not that it is anything to panic about, it’s that useless and weak, totally not up to the job. And soon, the Germoloid supply will run out; I can’t remember if I put any on the Morrison order or not, I know I meant to, Humph! 
I nipped into the kitchenette to get some potatoes in the crock-pot for later on. Much later on, cause the Morrison order, or is it Sainsbury’s? should be coming twixt 17:30 > 18:30hrs tonight. I really mustn’t nod off again! 
The danged Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet kept going on and off all day long! I got the latest local Coronavirus figures cone through in an email. At least the infection rate is coming down. But, is still at +46% increase, compared to the previous week.
The ankle ulcer was doing some itching, so I took a look at it when I went for one of the endless wee-wees of the day. 
First, I snapped the houses in front of the flats, using the Kodak. They came out looking like dolls, houses? Not a good photo at all.
The weak, willingness-willy-nilly, wee-wees seemed to have dried up altogether now? 
figures for the Coronavirus and took some screenshots. I was puzzled to see the new figure lower than yesterdays?
The Morrison man arrived, and I got the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded. A bit of a mystery though; I’d got two loaves of Warburtons Danish bread delivered, I thought I’d ordered two Milk Roll loaves, cause I knew they would just about fit in the freezer, but with no paperwork any longer being supplied from Morrisons. Nothing on the emails to tell me they had been substituted, I don’t know if I made a faux pas or not. Still, they had delivered the Irish potato farls, Warburton potato cakes and a loaf of Rankin’s Soda Bread that I shall be parting in a little later. (If I haven’t fallen asleep, Hehe!) 
back in the apartment, and sorted out the evening’s meal. Three small slices of the soda-bread, generously buttered, fish sticks, pickled egg, red and Jenny-supplied yellow tomatoes, boiled in Squid sauce potatoes for slow-cooked for nine hours (Hehe!), some of the mini-shallots, and a pot of lemon yoghourt (Although I fell asleep after eating the fodder, and didn’t get to eat it!).