ā„ TFZer Making her morning eggs, with help ā„
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Tuesday 5th January 2021
Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 5ed Ionawr 2021
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. Caught my balance, and was about to go to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and realised I didn’t need one!
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. So, I got on with the Health Checks, hoping for better results today. But the Sphygmomanometer showed that the SYS had crept back up a tiny bit, at 166. A shame that I thought it was getting lower, as well.Ā Thunderhopesdie!Ā and the 
flipping pulse was up, to 97 bpm!Ā Can’t win!
Then the body temperature on the thermometer, came up in the warning-orange colour in the background, at 37.5Ā°c.
Disappointing results, to say the least.
Made a brew of Glengettie, I and cracked on with the updating of yesterdays blog.
Loaded the photographs from last night. Took me a long time, but I got there in the end.
When I came across a picture of the funny cartoon. I got sidetracked, giving me an idea to copy and use it as a page topper, and I made it on CorelDraw and Paint.
Posted the diary to WordPress. Emailed the link. And went on Facebook catch-up. Then had a perusal of the WordPress Reader. When closing it down, the ‘Hum’ seemed to get a smidge less loud?
I started this blog going, but could not get caught up with it, as the Morrison (The Substitute Experts) are due, twixt 08:00>09:00hrs. Had to stop to get the ablutions seen to early, too early to use the noisy shower. But it went fairly well. All done, I made a brew of 99 tea, and back onto the computer, I went.
An email had come in from Morrisons (The Substitute Experts), with a list of what had been substituted, Cunningly, they had not put the amounts of substitutes or missing goods? So I’ll investigate later to see if they have.
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.
The Morrison (The Substitute Experts), deliveryman ran the intercom. Like lightning, he was soon up at the door with the groceries. Put them through the door for me, and was off, after refusing a canned topple in thanksānice chap, friendly enough. I got the stuff put away, rather swiftly, I boast! For, I wanted to get to see about sorting the substitutes and missing goods.
I donned my Sherlock Holmesian mode and checked on the Substitute and Missing items.
No disposable Bic-1 or 2 razors. The spring water subbed with Morrisons own brand. The 50p vinegar, substituted by a bottle three times bigger.
The really nasty one for me was the Morrisons Savers Chilli Con Carne, I suspected this might happen, but took a chance (Will I ever learn? No!), and ordered four cans, at 90p each, with these being my favourites taste-wise. But no, they send me two cans of the highest priced Chilli they sell, which is too strong for my palate, at – Ā£5.70! Fungleboggles! Gruffungrobblings! and Grumbleclonkackers!
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’m sure they would understand…
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! Oh, I’ve just seen a face in the crisps in the photo. A bit like a lions head, or apes maybe.
Out of sheer spite, I did an order with Sainsbury. They are as bad with substitutes when I forget to mark think as no substitute. Like the wrong size PP’s (Protection Pants) being sent, and the Soda Bread being substituted with pikelets! Tsk! But I made sure this 
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.
I’ll find out when the delivery arrives. An email arrived to confirm the order, for next Tuesday 12th January, twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs.
I opened the YourArea news sheet, the first news was not very good at all, Coronvirus figures!
The next item was:
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.
More stabbings, arrests for parties, sop much crime. It depressed me a bit. So, I got some bags sorted out to take to the bins and chute.
I dropped the small bags down the chute. Took the recycling bag and box down to the caretaker’s place, and back up to drop the bag off at Jenny’s. Found the INR results had been posted on the way out. That was quick this week, the day after the blood taking!
Ā I took a photo of the overloaded trolley, it had the box, two carrier bags and the bag was full of waste bags, it was a battle not to lose anything just getting it out of the door.
Somehow, this photo, one of my betterer ones, of course, it had to be, didn’t it? Had gotten lost from the SD card into the ether. At times I could cry when this happens, Hehehe! I know it went on, I recall looking at it on the viewer and being so chuffed with myself at the quality of it… Grumph Gnash, and Grangleclomps!
I went straight down in the lift with the all of the bags boxes and trolley-walker. And was going down to Jenny’s floor, when I realised I’d forgotten to drop the small bags into the waste chute!
Then, annoyed with myself, I forgot to press Jenny’s floor number, and went down to the ground floor!
The worker lads were busy working on the final upgrading before their lunch or maybe just starting after having their din-dins. I gave them a cheery ‘Are you all okay, lads?’ But either, they didn’t hear me due to the facemask, or they were keen to get the job done. Hehe!
I took these terrible photos of the lift lobby to my left and right. But of course, these stayed on the SD card, Huh!
As I walked out through to the front door, the box on 
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!)
I put the box and behemothic recycling bag near the bins. Offered a cheery, “Good afternoon, I hope things are going alright for you”, to Robert. Then made my way back into the building, nobody about, and up in the lift to Jenny’s floor. Dropped the bag near her door, I don’t think the bell is working, but I pressed it, and knocked on the door, back to the elevator and back up to the 12th floor.
As I started readying the food, I realised that the taste-buds had gone again. I’m confused (which is my usual state, I suppose nowadays, Tsk!), about this tasting problem. I’d had about three days tasting nothing, or things tasted different to usual, then yesterday my appetence for food returned. However, the linguae were not working properly, I did eat a meal.
Now, suddenly things have gone back to an almost non-desire for food, I forced myself to make a small snack. I deliberately had some of my favourite foods. The Walls sausages, Irish potato farls, tomatoes, a pickled egg, Marmite cheese disc, and a Bliss lemon dessert. So disappointing, when I couldn’t eat it all, there was only a small amount as well, but the waste bin bag got most of it, Hehehe! For the first time ever, some of the lemon dessert was left uneaten!
My craving for food has been eliminated, I’m eating far less and throwing more away than ever. What I’m managing to eat, tastes nothing like it used to. And for some reason, the spring water mixed with Jif lime, lemon or orange cordial, is more appealing and I’m guzzling down a fair amount of it?
If this cold whatever it is, doesn’t get better soon, and the taste-buds reactivate soon, I may get depressed, you know. Hunglegrumps!
Got the pots washed, then I got down in the Ā£300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, and turned on the telly.
After a couple of hours waiting for Sweet Morpheus to arrive, and battling the Thought-Storms, I noticed a Kitchen Nightmare programme was starting in the box. I managed to watch it up until the adverts came on… ZZZ!
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 Ā£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 38Ā°c, the other 23Ā°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 woke wanting a wee-wee. Fought my way out of the recliner, caught my balance and to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). For what turned out to be a
I got the medications taken, and Health Checks completed. And with two unwanted surprises. The sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading was at 184. What? I hope I last until Monday when the nurse arrives to take the blood for the Warfarin test. 
Then the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading came out as 37.5Ā°c. I thought it was a good one, but the background turned to red, as a warning that it was too high? A bit worrying this is. I checked on the NHS site for Coronavirus symptoms and got this snipped from the site.
Onto the computer, and got the pictures uploaded. Another trickling wee-wee, a mug of tea, and started to update the Thursday blog. I pressed on regardless (I’m getting better at editing and correcting mistakes now, I just wish I wouldn’t make them in the first place, Haha!) Three more wee-wees, and another two hours and I got the blog finished.
Got a message on my Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery… Well, similar anyway. Hahaha! A nurse will be calling next Monday to take my blood. Bless ’em!
Got some late brekkers/snack sorted out. Too tired to bother with much, so bunged a brown part-baked baguette in the oven for ten minutes, and I lathered it in Marmite! Added a bag of Marmite flavoured crisps. Enjoyed it, too! Flavour 7.6/10. 
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. 
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!
01:10hrs: I woke after a rather sad, just under three hours of sleep. Robotically, I climbed falteringly out of the egregious, Ā£300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, oh, so sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, and caught my balance easily enough. No calls for a wee-wee!
I turned the computer on. Argh! The greatly dreaded, much-feared, trying, and gut-wrenching ‘Blue Screen’ came up mid-way through its loading! 
As it restarted. It seemed to take a long time, during which I waited patiently… no, that a lie! – I panicked, fretted and prayed for a successful outcome!
‘Phew!’ It started up okay then! I gingerly opened up the Firefox internet, then the CorelDraw, and things seemed to be working in a normal fashion. I cheered up exponentially but did not go into any Smug-Mode, not until I was sure things would work right again. Boy, was I relieved and glad! 
Grobleknackerbangles! 
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, showing a temperature of 36.7Ā°c. 
I got the finished blog sent off to WordPress. Replied to some emails, and made another brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time. (Two more wee-wees?) 
tried to retake a decent photograph. This one came out much better than the first effort. Then I took an unzoomed shot in Nightime panorama mode. I’d hoped the clouds I could just make-out in the sky would be captured, but no!
Another mug of tea was fancied, so I went and made a cup of Glengettie. On the way back to the computer, Argh! I stubbed a toe! A pretty good effort it was, on the wheel of the swivel chair. 
manipulated the Nikon camera, with dexterity, or just good luck. I managed to get a shot of the offending pain giving whatever it was. Anybodies guess, but I’ll stick with it being a … well, it looks like a boil or furuncle. The discharge from it overnight had been captured in the PPs, so no bother there.
I did a lot of blogging, email reading and sorting, got rid of some unwanted photos from the SD cards, and potatoes. The wee-wees were going on strike. And I took this photo after the rain had stopped altogether.
23:40hrs: Up, felt the rumbling, thanked heavens for the PPs (Protection Pants) I’d got on, fumbled up on my feet, fell back down again, kicking off poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging and bleeding. 
It is a good life that I lead! A second attempt, a more hurried one, with the threat of an involuntary evacuation occurring, and off to the wet-room.
Goodness Gracious Me! I sat, the evacuation shot out, and almost painlessly again. But oh, dearie me, it was a messy imitation of door-stop, and so mess-making and gooey! A long cleaning up, and new pants installed on by abdominous, blubbery-stomached body. I few squirts of Brut and 
citrus air spray was called for, and I sprayed them unsparingly. 
photographs uploaded into CorelDraw, page headers, Thoughts and Day-of ones created, after doing the Health Checks, of course. 
much so, I considered whether or not to hobble back to the Throne. 
I checked on Excel how the Templates were looking, a lot to get done yet. 
05:00hrs: I stopped for a rare this morning, wee-wee, made a brew, and noticed that the car headlights were there again? This mystery was pondered over. After some 
thought and my investigative Sherlock Holmesian brain pondered further, I decided it wasn’t car headlights at all. I reckon now that it is either some timed street or factory lights. I forget why I thought this, though, but there you go! 
Progress was being made with the graphic-making. A Smug-Mode Adopted!
Things calmed down, and I worked on the templating, but far less productively now, it was hard to control the hand and fingers for CorelDrawing manipulation and typing. 
Back to the template making.
and got the dirty filthy zip-up jacket washed, well in the bowl soaking anyway.
Still, I have my magnificent body, good health, vast wealth, and good looks. Ahem!
I stirred the chilli beef, added the veg, and got the hand-washing done, rung, and hung on a coathanger to dry above the sink.
Finally, I got the fodder served up. It was so tasty. It should be after nine-hours in the slow cooker, and another one in the saucepan, Tsk! 
00:50hrs: I stirred, having enjoyed an unbroken four hours wrapped in the arms of Sweet Morpheus. But felt like I’d not had any kip, so tired still? 
I bit of a marathon first release, just like yesterday, and taken sitting down. As I perused the mess and rubbish on the room, I realised that the blood vessel broken eye was a little clearer than it was last night. Just as itchy, mind. I resisted and rubbing or scratching at it. (Swank-Mode-Engaged!) 
was not to be! My efforts came to nothing. Sad, I know! But I was so tired out for some reason and felt more like getting my head-down again than doing anything trying, like thinking, breathing or being creative. 
I got the Health Checks done. The Blood-Pressure SYS had tumbled down to 154, I wonder if that is because of one of the things in the Eye Drops they put in, and I did when I got home? I must stop this thinking, it’s very trying today. Hahaha!
The new-to-me Chinese-made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was fine again. At 36.5Āŗc. 
that seemed to be coming from above?
Then got the Carmellose EvolveĀ® eye drops applied. No stinging with this either, but they do bugger up the vision for a few minutes, and the itching started, and stickiness/stiffness of the eyelid, as well. I think it mentions something about this on the paper in the box. 
I took the morning medications from the pill-box. Added a Furosemide. No need to take any extra Codeine or Paracetamol, as the ailments were mostly being kind to me, I wish I could say the same about the feet, I can’t understand why they are aching so?
The intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery arriving. The gentleman dropped the bags inside the door, Clunk, rattle, bang! That’ll please my neighbours!
I put the tins and paper towels in the junk room and placed the other carriers into the kitchen. 
Just as I was finishing it, the highly-desirous, wonderful, sweet, kind, Vampire Nurse Hristina arrived. She entered, busy as usual, but kindly always finds time for a natter while she takes my blood. I gave her a Christmas pressie in thanks for her help over the year, and off she trotted to her next patient we are so lucky to have her! 
Time to get the Ablutioning done. 
Brother in law Pete rang, cause he’s not received the blog link and was checking. I bored him to death with the tale of yesterday’s hospital visit. Sorry, Pete! All a one-sided nattering session, I felt guilty afterwards. 
Got some waste bags made up and took them to the waste chute. When I got back to the flat, the rain was easing off somewhat, but not enough to tempt me to take photos from the open balcony window, I took these moody shots from the kitchen window. 
about red cars that we nurtured for some reason. So Billumski, Ohio’s Head Honcho of the RCMS Red Car Monitoring Services, here’s today’s on show. Hahaha! 
I decided to get a quick wash, as for some unknown reason, although it is not hot in the flat, according to the temperature gauge it’s 22Ā°c, I was feeling oddly warm. 
I called Jenny, bet she was surprised to get a call so late in the day, from me. She was not accepting payment for the minced beef or pickled eggs.
gave it my best shot. But, just like when the Doctor put the first lot in, and every time I have tried, the yellow-brown liquid runs down through the moustache and into the mouth. I took this photo of my mush afterwards, so you can see my problem. 
But the bleeding has stopped in the eye, so the effort is worth it. Mind you, I’ll end up with a multi-coloured moustache. Har-Har!
Had a quick look for the latest Covid-19 virus figures for Nottingham.
I got on with updating the Saturday Diary, it didn’t take long cause so little happened. Hehe! Here are the photos of the meals that I missed off on the blog. (Sad, innit?) 
dunk in the suffusion! Then the minced beef and potato letters. I made a cock-up of the three-letter word I wanted to put on it, though. It should have been ‘OOPS’ to mock how the day ended for me. It wasn’t until I uploaded the photo that I realised I’d put Poo (I ate the S’, but still, there’s a connection I suppose?
The SYS was higher again!
Another massive Torpedo slowly escaped. However, it was not as long, bloody, or painful as yesterdays, I’m glad to report! 
No one had warned me about how things in the human waste removals bladder and bowel departments would get to be so embarrassing, harassing, cringe-making, frustrating and complicated, not to mention so painful, when one gets older. Or how tremendously easy it will be, to get your medications mixed-up. Or, the selection of ailments and disabilities one may collect in one’s dotage. Like vicious haemorrhoids, new ticker-valve fitted, duodenal ulcers, going deaf, arthritis, cramps, peripheral neuropathy, colour-blindness, a stroke, lack of mobility, all your favourite foods will be barred by the doctors: Brassica [brussel sprouts, kale, cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, turnip, collard, watercress etc.]Ā Sweetcorn, cranberries, cakes, biscuits etc. Not to mention diabetes, reflux valve sticking, Nerve ends and neurotransmitters dying, to mention a few that I have knowledge of. 
Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer? Huh!
I made a mug of Glengettie tea, then began making notes to prompt me later on the events as they had occurred.
All was going well until it came to shaving, and what I saw in the shaving mirror. 
I did notice that the ankle ulcer had almost disappeared, and the pasty feet looked much better.
NHS 111 for some advice about the eye. 
I was dropped off in the Eye Casualty & Laser Clinic waiting room. Where I waited in the wheelchair. 
No pen or crossword book, they lay in the three-wheeler guide bag at home, Humph! But I had put the little Canon Camera in my pocket. I sneaked it out twice during the wait to get seen. Only in the receptions area, among the do’s and don’t list on the wall, was taking photographs, filming or recordings.
Clambering to get my blubbery body in a wobbly chair to get my chin on the examination machine, I clouted my left leg on a metal corner.Ā Excrement!Ā Gonna be a bruise there in the morning.Ā Humph! 
I called on Josie, to advise her I was back and say how sorry I was to miss doing her nosh. 
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I got the plate of meatballs, beef pasties and halloumi sticks served up. No trimmings, I wasn’t up to being fancy tonight.
00:15hrs: Yesterday’s short-lived, semi-confident, and spirit of a ‘Get-up-and-go’ nature, was replaced this morning, with a, well, how can I explain it? Erm… A sort of acquiescent, compliance, a type of passive acceptance of whatever would be thrown at me today? Certainly not any c
With a mechanical-like, instinctual nature, I rose from the Ā£300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, caught my balance, had a wee-wee in the overnight bucket, went and washed the hands, and found myself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on, then back to the main room and started the Health Checks. 
As I got the thermometer out first, I realised that the few things I had done so far, had all been carried out almost automatically, no thinking about what, how or why I was doing them. I pondered over why this should be.Ā I could not muster the interest, and I soon carried on with the Health Checks. 
The SYS was high again, I must tell the Doctor if this continues for a few more days.
I got on with creating the Wednesday Trip out to Nottingham, blog. That took me a good few hours, but I enjoyed making it, with my humorous brand of sarcasm to the fore in the comments. Hahaha! I got it finished and posted off to WordPress, Emailed the link, then started to update the Wednesday Inchcock Diary.
Time to get the Ablutions done. Not so many dropsies today! The shave produced only two tiny nicks on the chin. The showering had a few dropsies and only one bang against the hand-rail. But the highly cushioned, expanse of blubber around the midriff cushioned it well, although a bruise is developing now.
Got the ablutions done with, dressed and medicated. 
Then I started the handwashing. Not that there was much to do, another woolly hat, and the socks from yesterday. 
Of course, it doesn’t bother me at all. Not in the slightest. 
anted, thick-framed, impossible to get at to be washed, created by an age intolerant, misanthrope, architect, who designed them this way so he could laugh at us old folk as we fall off of step-ladders need to reach to clean the or see out and down to check if the fire brigade, had arrived yet. Hahaha! Anyroad, I spotted that someone 
was suffering from a White-Van-Fleet attack! Poor devils! 
I made an order from Iceland. They are delivering in the morning nice and early. I hope not to need another Sainsbury order. I’ll see what slots they have available for later.
will be reluctant to move on the next visit… Assuming there will be one eventually? Oh, woe is me!
latest Coronavirus figures were for Nottingham. It was not encouraging, again after theĀ Anti-Lockdown brigade, gang or bloblet of selfish personages had a march together with no masks on, and spreading the virus all over the place, we have an increase overall for the first increase in months, now, and we are being left in Tier Three restrictions! 
Of to the Kitchenette to get the nosh arranged. 
I got the meal served up. It was not like I’d originally planned it to be. For various reasons, no tomatoes left, but I’ve got some coming from Iceland in the morning, providing they are not missing, or out of stock. I’ve run out as Garden peas as well, but I had some processed peas to use, (regrettably, they were horrible!) The planned parties of one cheese and onion, and a beef one, were delicious. The can of potatoes was passable, cause I added some soy sauce to flavour them up a twinge. Added some sauce to the processed peas as well, but that didn’t come out very well. Overall, a test rating of 7/10.