The words come from deep within Inchcock’s complicated, unfathomable incomprehensible to ordinary pensioners brain. The lies, innuendoes, the pathetic rhyming and grammar are his forte yer know!
Spring Has Sprunged
Early this morning I awoke and visited the bathroom to take a ting-a-ling,
As the Cystitis offered me, his usual persistent painful sting,
I realised it was the first day of Spring,
And, I started to formulate this linguistic string.
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Ideas flooded my brain for all they were worth,
I had ideas of wit, compassion and mirth,
Was I going through a Spiritual rebirth?
No, it was Little Inchy, the bleeding was worse,
Suddenly I was no longer ready for the hearse!
I wanted to watch the daffodils as they battle through the earth.
*****
My mood changed to one willing for acquiescing,
I no longer cared who is left or right wing,
I wanted to join in with the birds and sing,
So I did sing out, and here’s the thing,
The door bell began to ring,
T’was the neighbour, this message she did bring,
“Are you alright, I heard you braying?”
I thought you were ill, she was saying.
*****
The phone came to life and I answered it quick,
It was my bank manager. Merciless Mick,
He explained my finances and gave me some verbal stick,
Afterwards, my mind was like the Sputnik,
I was lost, confused and feeling sick,
Then, I certainly didn’t feel in the least hegemonic,
My lack of enthusiasm for Spring turned chronic.
*****
A long bath would no doubt make me feel better?
As I got in, the knee gave, but did it matter?
It went again getting out, on the sink my head did clatter,
Making a mess, as the blood did splatter,
I cleaned up the mess, on the head wound I put a plaster,
Tried putting Polyfiller on the cracked alabaster,
Ridding myself of depression, I could not master,
Had a feeling of gloom and impending disaster!
*****
Couldn’t find my glasses or ear-drops,
Started this ode, thought it was a load of codswallops,
I no longer wanted to greet Spring from the rooftops,
Now I’m fed up with life and its Whoopsiedangleplops!
No Inchcocks were harmed in the production of this rubbish.
All injuries were received either before or afterwards.
Mackeson was the beginning of my downfall I’m afraid.
Mother dear, to make me stop crying and giggling while she was playing Bingo or studying the horses form, she found out if she gave me the dregs left over from Dads bottles of his Milk Stout it would do the trick.
Fair enough, I fell out of the pram a few times, but there you are.
The hidey-hole!
She soon extended this habit to meal times and evenings. Well, logical actually, it saved he having to make up bottles and washing the pots if she just filled my face with Mackeson.
It made her jubilant too, saving more time for nipping to the bookies and shoplifting.
I recall that when the police or debt collectors called, and we had to hide in the larder under the stairs, I usually got a bottle of Dad’s plonk stuck in my mouth. That worked too; I certainly learnt that if I started to pretend to cry when we were in the hidey-hole, I always got some plonk that amazingly stopped me making any noise every time!
Mother got arrested
It had to happen, not that she got sentenced just a warning, but it meant she was away for a few days.or
During this time I was getting Mackeson withdrawal symptoms.
Why was Dad not quenching my ever growing addiction to the Mackeson? I was puzzled.
Then when Mother ran away to avoid being arrested again, I was in a right pickle. Cunningly I started asking Dad if I could go with him on his walks (To the pub, but then, I was not supposed to know like).
I was a cunning little dimple-cheeked rascal and soon found if I cried in the pushchair, he’s come out and give me a glass of shandy now and then. His mates when they saw me, used to top up the glass with some of their pints of ale, bless em.
Finding females!
A few years later, the local older girls would start investigating my body, and demanding certain actions from me.
I had no idea why at first, but soon I was enjoying new experiences.
This, caused me to start using what money I had or could earn, to purchase some ale of my own. I was never sure at the time if I was drinking to invigorate myself or in celebration?
Mothers return and The Move
Mater returned to the fold after being caught by the police and getting away with it all again! The three of us moved to a housing estate.I treated myself to my first little motorbike
I treated myself to my first little motorbike and almost stopped drinking at one point.
Then, about a year later one Friday night, I returned home from work and found the house in darkness. Got in, no electricity on, I wandered around in the darkness and discovered the house was empty of everything but the rented TV? Nonplussed and confused I actually opened the front door to see if I was in the right house – and there it was stuck on the door; An eviction notice! Nowhere to live, a neighbour came up and said she was looking out for me coming home so as to tell me about the eviction for none payment of rent by dear Mother again. She put me up for the night in her front room. The Saturday I got to work, and Mother called me to say she had found an ideal place for me to live in a lodging house. I pointed out that I had somewhere ideal to live until she decided to take the rent money from both me and Dad (Pair of suckers) and still not paid it!
I duly moved with my two suitcases to the new place. Sharing a bedroom with five other blokes, it was breakfast and evening meal at £5.5.0 a week, an awful lot in those days. Yet, I found it nice, as all the other lads were heavy boozers and I soon caught the flavour and habit. It wasn’t for three months that I found out it was an ex-prisoners dwelling.
Promotion Arrives – With more cash being available now for me to support the breweries, Tsk!
I was then promoted to assistant manager and relief Manager at Tesco!
There was no stopping me then. Working long hours and days, out to the pub, back to the shop to work on restocking… it was a terrible grind, but the alcohol and being able to afford it lessened the blow somewhat!
Danger: Marriage prospects arrived!
One of the girls at the Wimpey Burger Bar across on Granby Street in Nottingham seemed to take to me and fed me extras as she served me. Then it was a walk in Nottingham Castle grounds at lunch, bit of fondling and necking, and I was hooked!
Things moved quickly, and a deposit was put on a wedding dress, the banns organised at the church, I was all over the place mentally, but accepting it was going to happen. A flat was found, and it as when I was sorting this out, I got a message in the post; She’d decided to go back with her old boyfriend and was sorry!
That weekend the breweries profits were significantly increased!
I was In and out of the Forces in double-quick time!
I made up my mind to join the RAMC.
Within weeks, they had decided I had failed the medical after all? Hernia bother they said?
I familiarised myself with the local breweries rather enthusiastically.
Back to Nottingham
Tesco took me back on, and I joined a local Angling Club in Sherwood, where I was now living in a great ground floor flat.
This was, without any doubt, the highlight in my Alcoholic period. The lads were all the same, and I felt at home. Every night at the boozer or club, weekends angling matches followed by drinking competitions. We used to play dominoes or Tip-it, but none of us sober enough to bother now.
But I was happy, contended and uncaring about this!
Grizelda comes into my life!
Never has emotions, desires and complete utter passion come into my life like this!
She was a solid big gal, an East German Police Officer over here to visit someone I knew from work. She had stone biceps, was a wonderful hairy thing, and I fell in love with her instantly!
We had such a fantastic three weeks together. The way she would throw me onto the bed then… well, never mind, we enjoyed each other as much as was humanly possible to.When
When she left it broke my heart, and bank balance as I thenrecommenced the drinking with a vengeance! Tsk!
Stopped the Drinking at last!
After my hernia lasering session, I stopped drinking.
It’s just as well because I might not have got through the bowel cancer and then the heart operations that followed.
Of all the things here, I only miss one, Grizelda Fruenburgher.
Have you heard about the lawyers’ word processor? No matter what font you select, everything comes out in fine print!
*****
Tuesday 23 February 2016
Shot awake at around 0300hrs, the TV still flickering away, headphones still on my head, the wind howling outside and in urgent need of the bathroom porcelain.
Stood up, overjoyed at how the leg gave me so little defiance in this effort. Anne Gyna was giving no bother, the Reflux valve was sticking just a bit, and Arthur Itis was very kind to me. It concerns me when I wake up feeling good like this because history tells me I’ll pay for it later? Hehe! As I set off on the long eleven-step walk to the bathroom, I pulled the wire of the headphone with my foot – clunk the mug and mobile phone clattered onto the floor. I bent down and retrieved them, still no hiatus from the leg or back?
Sat there on my throne, I decided to get a shave then. BJ is coming to lift me to the launderette around 0800>0830hrs. So I’ll have to have a bath earlier than usual (Remember I left the hot water tap running last night so couldn’t have one then, besides I fell asleep, Humph!). Hoping it will not disturb my neighbours, I’ll have it around 0715hrs, that should give me time to get the things ready for BJ then.
When I came out to go to the kitchen, (All of at least eight-paces), I actually remembered I’d selected to keep my hearing aids in Auntie Kath’s fancy China pot thing. I got the idea from some of TFZ gals who responded to my photo of it on Facebook.
Well chuffed with oneself, this morning I was… up to now, no agony from the ailments, not forgetting where I’d moved the hearing aids too; this can’t go on I thought? Haha!
I made a good strong cup of Punjana tea and had my breakfast while setting the laptop going to finish Monday’s diary off and start this one.
I’d left the headphones I use for the laptop out on the 1967 G-Plan sideboard where the laptop sits proudly awaiting its next break-down. This prompted me to listen to some music on YouTube. There, the first thing I saw was on the history – ‘Gossip Calypso’, Bernard Cribbins – Argh! The flipping thing came back into my head again. I opted to listen to a compilation of Frankie Vaughan songs, 200 songs on it, all memory provoking stuff. Won’t have time to hear them all mind this time. Ah, ‘He is started with ‘Gimme the moonlight’, nobody could sing this like Frankie. ‘Tower of Strength’ the next one, just like I feel this morning for some reason. Tower; definitely brings back some memories of my lustful days of youth. Margaret her name was, another one I lost. Hey-ho!
Email from Patti. Set about doing another graphicalisation that suited her better and got it sent off via email.
Started to work on a humorous post about ‘Comments and Quotes on Women and Men, by Women and Men. Then realised the time; oh dear, I just had time to get a wash, before BJ rang to say he was on his way.
Forgot my hearing aids, but too late to go back up the lift to collect them, or I might miss BJ.
I walked to the end of Chestnut Walk and waited for him to arrive. The view from the corner was magnificent with the lighting as it was.
BJ scooped me up and off we went to the launderette in Carrington.
He helped me with the crosswords, and I managed a good gossip with Mandie.
Back to his house where he popped in for a few minutes, and then off to Asda (Walmart) for some Trousers, because I ripped mine this morning in getting down to clean the bits I’d left in the oven. Tsk!
I found just one pair of trews the size I wanted, so got them. Then had a wander around getting a bit of a nosh in. Spent some more cash today, £36.01! Mind you I did get the trousers didn’t I, £9 there, and I got a DVD that I hadn’t known about for £5, Tremors 5 Bloodlines. I saw Tremors 4 years ago and had such a laugh at it; I hope this one is funny too.
We were soon back at the flats where BJ dropped me off, bless him. If it wasn’t for Duncan and BJ, I don’t know how I’d manage at times.
Up to the flat, five letters had been delivered. Two for Margaret the previous tenant, two advertising bumph and one informing me I have an appointment at the clinic rearranged fro the 6th March.
Made a jolly strong cup of tea while singing Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Green Door to myself, took the midday medications, passed wind, and got the laptop on.
Updated this load of manure then went on facebook for a bit.
Having Lamb stew and Colcannon mash with green beans today for the nosh. I’ll look up what Colcannon mash is later.
Got around to doing some more on the Ladies v Men post.
Nosh:
Lamb stew, carrots, peppers, onions, green beans (from Israel, very sweet!), and the Colcannon mashed potatoes. Rated 9.26/10.
The Colcannon mash had kale and onions in it. Rather delectable, although I’m not supposed to eat kale, there was only a tiny bit of it, and it was so nice! I dipped the continental bread in the gravy. Followed it with a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.
Got an excellent bathing and soak. Got into and out of the bath with relative ease tonight? The leg was not much bother at all; on the mend nicely now.
Fatigue soon came over me again and within minutes, I had turned into a poorly bloke again. Tsk!
Watched some goggle-box and soon went into the land of nod. Zzzz!
Woke around 0345hrs, to the porcelain, Little Inchy bleeding, piles, not bleeding, and I think the rumbling innards are starting again?
Got on with a graphicalisation of one of out TFZ gals, Gladys from Texas.
She mentioned in a comment on Facebook a witty mention of a ride-on-Hoover or vacuum.Then I did a graphic of Reg from the Troll Free Zone.
So I thought this one might tickle her a bit and give her a laugh.
Then I did a graphic of Reg from the Troll Free Zone.
I put his partner in it in the bushes like.Next, I updated one from earlier of Tom Greene.
A Castle or mansion in the background as part of the English Country Garden series I’d done.
Hope they all like them.Next, I updated one from earlier of Tom Greene.
Next, I updated one from earlier of Tom Greene.
I added a squirrel to the graphicalisation I did earlier.
Hope it gives his daughter a laugh, as she suggested the squirrel would be most fitting to the Pascagoula graphic.
Again, I hope they go down well on Facebook.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, and looked at the kitchen realising it needed a good cleaning and sorting. But I’m still suffering from the cleaning and sorting of the living room yet! Poor, old devil!
Finished off yesterday’s diary and started this one off.
Made another cuppa, the temperature on the thermometer in the kitchen was showing 58º f. I couldn’t hear the winds, that was good. The forecast was for heavy rain and winds for the next few days, so no change there.
Decided to do yet another graphic that an idea came to me with.
The plans didn’t work out, though – I got a telephone call from the dreaded solicitors! They want me to call at their offices and sign something to say I have used the entrance to gain access to the old house? And they wanted all the details about the central heating and plumbing. Most annoying, because seven days ago I asked Steve Age UK to sort it after we had agreed on what to do, and he said he’d take care of it all?
Uptight now.
Then I got some mail delivered, two for the previous tenant Margaret, one a bumph letter and one from the Age UK Nottingham people with a form for me to fill in.
I began to get dizzy spells, one or two bad ones so I’m not going out, feeling like this. Not good at all now. Listless with it. Maybe I overdid the cleaning up malarky?
Stomach beginning to churn again. Oh, I’m fed-up!
Took midday medications and had some fish cakes and cod balls.
Just sat down and turned off best I could – then forced myself to get a bath and do my ablutions.
Got the laundry stuff ready, and went down to the laundry room. (It took me over 2.5 hours in total – Humph!)
The electrical engineer was working on the fire alarm panel and was constantly on his mobile phone trying to get some advice from someone as to why it wouldn’t let him reset it.
One washer was free, but both dryers were in use. I estimated that I’d have about an hour for the washing to get done, and then 15 minutes to wait for the dryer to finish so I could use it, then an hour for that to end.
There was a new poster up on the wall. and
They tried to make it pretty, and the wording was straight to the point.and
But the Burke who took his drying out still didn’t clean the filter on the machine.
I sat in the foyer and did my crossword book, and the old dear from the 14th floor came in, and I gave her some nibbles.
When the washing was done, I nipped into the laundry room to take it out and into the bag in case anyone else arrived wanting to use the washer, while I waited for the bloke to remove his clobber from the dryer.
He came in and took them out before the end time. I found out he had not cleared the filter, so I did it after he’d gone. Got it going and nipped up the lift to the flat and used the WC.
Back down, and had a walk around the block of flats as it began to get a bit dark.
The wind and rain had died down somewhat.
Back in the foyer, the electrical engineer was still on his phone discussing what to do, why it was not allowing him to reset and informing the person on the other end: There had been three-alarm activations today, in different zones? Well if there were, I didn’t hear any of them! Tsk!
Managed a quick little natter with some tenants as they returned from their trips out.
More failed attempts at the crossword book, and the dryer was done at last. I collected the washing and returned to the flat and put some of them in the airing cupboard.
It might not look very tidy in this photo, that is because it isn’t very tidy, but there is a system in place, oh yes! Socks front right, jammies to the left of them, flannels and towels next left, shirts/jumpers right rear, underpants left back.
Got my fodder ready. Chicken breast fillet
BBQ Chicken breast fillet, 3 small slices of soda-bread toasted. This was followed with a pot of strawberry cheesecake and two small sarnies with butter and Blackcurrant conserve.,
Can you see the pot of conserve on the tray? I got some of these pots with blackcurrant, raspberry and strawberry flavours, as they are ideal for me. I don’t eat it very often and buying a large jar, I end up throwing so much away. These mini-jars hold just enough for two sandwiches. Rated this one at 9.1/10.
Fatigue and lethargy overcame me quickly. So I took me medications, washed the pots and got the TV on. The nodding off so often got to me, so I turned off the telly, and got my Classic Car magazine to read. Didn’t even get to open it… Zzz!
Well, the Wee-weeing is still rampant – but the constipation is easing.
Tuesday started off so well too!
Woke up, and to the bathroom, Little Inchy no blood or soreness, haemorrhoids only the tiniest bit, Anne Gina splendid at the moment. Arthur Itis was not bad at all. The swollen legs have gone down a bit too! Hernia Joe, only twingeing. No dizzy spells yet. Ulcer no hassle whatever. TF things looking good now?
If I could stop Wee-Weeing, they could get my INR level steadied, and the reflux valve would give me some rest, all would be okay. But not complaining, making the best of this hiatus in my medical mayhems! Yee-ha!
Laptop on to start this diary.
Checked the emails.
Got the Grammarly Weekly Updated via email.
Some surprising figures in it.
I noticed they did not mention the volume of my grammar errors this time?
I think they must have realised if they had done so, I might have committed suicide? Hehe!
I love this Grammarly add-on.
Even though sometimes I get annoyed with myself for making the same mistakes all the time.
I don’t know how I managed without it.
The only downside is my not understanding many of the problems indicated when I get it wrong.
My lack of primary education has always been a drawback.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, remembering to take the extra one for diarrhea. Now there is a word that seems to have so many acceptable spellings, but not on Grammarly mind, so I’ve started to use their spelling for it. Diarrhea, diarrhoea, diarrhorea and diarrheic?
I really must get some cleaning up done today – get the laptop stuff done quickly and get on with it. My aim is the living room and kitchen both to me spit and polished, and the internet to be avoided and ostracized as much as possible. (We’ll see?)
The living room will take ages to get done, but needs must eh?
Then get my ablutions done all in time for the Morrison’s delivery coming.
Best laid plans?
I got on with the Facebooking and WordPressing.
0900hrs: I set about my tasks with a resolution little seen in me recently!
Started sorting a box brought from the old house.
What a job, it took me hours. It had model buses, computer peripherals, CD’s, paperwork and tools in it. It must have been one that Steve packed for me, cause I did me best with those I packed to categories the stuff in the same boxes.
Took me hours to do.
Then, the bookcase as dusted and rearranged. I used the bottom drawers for sewing stuff and computer things.
Then, on to polishing the leather chair. Came across a couple of marks on it, but couldn’t get them covered or off. Humph!
Then, the electric fireplace was cleared, cleaned and restocked with clock, photo, plaque, Margaret Thatcher squeaky toy and my truncheon. Having to get down on the floor to get to clean it properly caused a nasty predicament, I couldn’t get back up again, and then I got cramps in my legs! Then in my hands/fingers!
Then, cleared, dusted and polished my 1968 G-plan sideboard and the Video box I keep my electricals in under the TV and Help-call box. That was an easy job.
I treated them to Lord Sheraton Caretaker Furniture Polish. (Snob!)
Next, the TV, alarm box, writing desk and bureau were given some attention. Then, the computer and electric boxes were titivated.
I found the missing Sony camera while searching through a box! I put it on charge (Well, thought I did) when I found the connector and it showed red straight away. An hour or so later I realised the button was showing red still, and thought it was taking a while to charge up! Der! The button was coloured red! The actual charging light near the connector was showing no colour – so I plugged it in this time and charged it proper like. Dumbo!
Moved on to the corner stand and dusted polished it along with the photographs. Another travail to get back up!
Then, the carpets were Hoovered using the main mini-one and the hand-held in the corners. This left me, with a rather painful backache.
I had wanted to do the windows, but due to the time approaching for the food delivery to arrive, and my being worn-out and shattered, I decided enough was enough of this house-working! I didn’t have the energy or time to think even about doing the kitchen. And, with the cramps and backache, didn’t think I’d manage it tomorrow either.
I made up two of the four-drawer chests to use. Unfortunately, I thought they were the same as the previous ones I’d bought from Wilko – but no! They are smaller and have no wheels in them, and, the do not stack properly. Bogwindlingly Bad these!
Most dissatisfying!
I took the cardboard and popping bubble paper down to the caretakers room. Frank (A tenant) was nattering to him when I arrived after plugging strugglingly away to get the gigantic box down to him. So I joined in the chin-wag with them. Poddled back up to the flat.
I washed out the cleaning cloths and dusters and hung them up to dry, along with the walking stick that I’d used the wood dye on.
Then went down to the lobby to await the Morrison’s delivery. The old dear from the 14th floor was there, and we had a natter, and I started doing an acrostic puzzle – Oh dear, the cramps in the fingers put an end to that, then cramp in the upper back legs came on. Too much bending and polishing perhaps?
I nipped back up to take a Magnesium tablet and got some nibbles for the old dear. I feel sorry for her, she is not with it completely, and so many people seem to ignore and avoid her. Then I noticed the Whoopsiedangleplop I’d made: I’d left the hot tap running, so now no hot water! Huh! Went back down and the cramps started again.
The delivery came, and I put away the things.
I took a photo of the living room to see if I could see all the back-breaking works results compared to the photograph that I’d took before I started the cleaning up and titivating of the previously location.
Was it worth all that trouble, sweat and pain I asked myself?
No windows cleaned.
I thought I had an excuse for not doing the outside of the windows at least, due to the wind and rain?
The DVD stand not sorted or cleaned.
I wondered why I wanted to put myself through all that pain?
So I had a spray around with the Dettol citrus fresh-air canister, to try and satisfy myself that it was worth while.
Still no hot water. I’ve had the thermostat on for two hours now, and the Night Rate should have been heating it up by now surely? But, none available. Just when I needed a bath, too. But, although I blame myself for leaving the tap running, why has the night Storage or the thermostat not heated any water in two and a half hours?
I’ll report it in the morning I suppose.
Laptop on and updated this, had a cuppa and took the medications.
Feeling a tad sorry for myself now.
Too late for me to do any Facebooking, so tired. I should be feeling proud of my efforts, but the hot water farrago is disheartening me.
Got me nosh out of the oven.
Anya potatoes pulled pork and baked BBQ beans, and two slices of Polish Country bread.
Rated this one as 9.59/10.
Thoroughly shattered, tired, injured, cramp-ridden and so annoyed with me for leaving the hot water tap running, I felt I’d not done too good today.
Got the goggle-box on and I must have been too overly tired, cause it took me hours to nod-off. The twinges of cramp didn’t help mind.
Woke around 0500hrs, having had no calls to the porcelain throughout the night! This was rectified immediately; I only just made it to the throne in time. Close call that one was!
A noise I thought was from the mobile phone text or email message sounded; it was definitely in the living room, but where?
After a good hunt around, I was getting annoyed with myself now, I realised after it sounded again, that it was in the location of my comfortable chair. After another ten minute searching through the covers, cushions, etc. I found it on the floor beneath the chair.
Made a cuppa and took my medications, along with the next to last diarrhoea tablet.
Finished and posted Saturday’s diary off. Started this one, and in the process, I had to wee-wee twice in ten minutes? Bad enough with the rumbling innards without this worry as well. Back to the disposable undies methinks?
Ah well, ageing problems eh? At least, I’m still here ageing! Hehe! Back to the disposable undies methinks?
Carried out some WodPressing then started doing some Facebooking.
Did the last of the TFZers “Sing along please…♫ How many kinds, of Sweet flowers grow, in an English Country Garden… ♫ Heres one of many…” graphicalisations for the gals and guys on the Facebook site. Julie, Shirley and Suzieanne.
Took me a while to do, but seeing as it is raining and a bit windy outside, I thought I’d take the opportunity toget them finished off..
Oh, I do like doing these.
Julie with her woof-woofs in her picture.
Shirl the Girl with me waiting on her and s couple of cuddly intruders in her garden.
Then Suzieanne with me and her in the same colours. Suzie with beautiful off the shoulder designer dress.
Each of then naturally, in their English Country Gardens.
I hope they like them. Got to do some for the lads on TFZ now.
I’ll have another cuppa and a think about what style to use.
Enjoyed doing these as well.
A few of them came out okay.
Got them posted off to the Troll Free Zone.
Put the fodder on to cook.
The rumbling innards seemed to be easing a bit now.
Made quite a feast of a nosh today, so crossed fingers he stomach copes with it.
Shepherds pie using sweet potatoes, garden peas, carrots, onions, beetroot, seasoned French fries, potato cakes, wholemeal bread thins and added some extra gravy.
Did some more graphic creation ideas while waiting and nipping in the kitchen to check it hadn’t burnt.
Getting the stuff out of the oven and I burnt me knuckle, nearly dropped the oven tray, caught it, burnt myelf again catching it.p
But, I saved the nosh from clumping down on the floor!
I got down quickly to wipe up the tiny spillage that ensued – and struggled to get back up of course.
Muttered a few words of a self-recriminating nature.
Boy, did I enjoy this one!
After consuming this with relish, there were no tummy rumbles, no rush to the porcelain, no hassle from the ulcer, in fact, it seemed to settle the innards down a bit?
Well pleased with this, I hobbled into the kitchen to wash up the pots and make a cuppa so as to take me medications. I should think this took about half an hour or so.
Then I settled down to watch some TV. Nodded off for a few minutes – and then awoke with an ultra urgent message from the innards, “Get to the WC throne!” Where I spent a painful and rather confusing half hour on the porcelain?
Felt a lot better after the evacuation. Then the rumbling started minutes later again! Oh dear! I must put this on my list for the visit to the nurse at the surgery in the morning for me INR Warfarin blood test.
At least, I managed some little nod-offs as I tried to watch the Columbo film. And, although I missed some bits from the middle of the movie, for once I caught the end.
