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Thursday 24th September 2020
Catalan: Dijous 24 de Setembre de 2020
03:20hrs: On my regaining consciousness, I feared straight away that I would not make it in time to take the urgently needed wee-wee. Determined to save having to change the PP’s in case of any escapages, and the self-embarrassment, I fumbled my way, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, rusty recliner, and hauled by stomach on legs to the wet room, as fast as I could manage. And, without any walking into any doorframes! Smug-Mode-Considered, but not adopted, yet.
The fact that there was the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) that I passed en route that I could have used didn’t dawn on me until later. (What a clot!) The mode of wee-wee was an RSP (Reluctant-Sprinkly-Painful) one, and soon over with. Still, there were no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbles) leakages. I then engaged a mini-smug-mode! Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette.
I got the Health Checks done first. A bit of a shock from the sphygmomanometer SYS reading results; back up to 163. now. Tsk! DIA 83 and Pulse at 82, both seemed highly acceptable figures to me.
The stick-thermometer showed up a temperature of 34 point something or other, celsius. Not one of my betterer photographicalisations! Things seem to be at the whim of nasty young Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters again, at present.
I bravely opened the window, to try to take three similar shots of the view, in different modes; I want to find out which is the best one for night shooting. But every time I try this, they come out different to the morning before’s efforts? I think I have reached my peak in photography, the ailments and stroke have to be acknowledged as the main perpetrators of this calamitous failure! Hey-ho!
Five hours later, when creating this blog: Oh, dearie me, I’ve just Published this by mistake! Nicodemus’s fault again! I get annoyed sometimes!
So, I copied it with a different title, then deleted (binned) it. And wallah! I can carry on again. Ay-yay-yay! What an Eizel! A positive Putz! Shlimazel, Shlump and Shmegegge!
I took a photographicalisation from te unwanted, letting rain-in, thick-framed, impossible to get at to clean for old folk, designed by an uncommunicative sadistic Gerontophobic, in hopes that injuries will ensue to the elderly residents, window, of straight down on Chestnut Walk.
I made a brew of Glengettie. Took the medications, and returned to the front room and got the computer going, to start updating yesterday’s diary of woe.
But, no! The flaming Micro
soft Pictures ap, would not find or read photographs at all! Argh!
After another wasted hour or so, it started working. I’d like to think this was due to my brilliant, cunning, changing options and searching for help on the web – but it wasn’t. I had no idea what the heck I was doing. Gragnangles!
I got the photos loaded and doctored to suit me, and despite Nasty-Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters, I got the updating finished. I’ve felt better and fitter after a gruelling game of squash than I do at the moment! I hate computers, no doubt because I can’t fully understand them? Like with the new camera, I’m at a loss!
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: As I was about to make a fresh brew, the innards stung at me, and a movement from the bowels started off on its own, or rather the innards rangatiratanga, against the door frame! Shame! Got seated and the action began, slow. Painful and massive! As I took a look so I could fill in all the questions on the Bowel Movement log, I was gobsmacked to see thick white streaks in it! I’ll not go into any more detail. Just to say, it frits me!
A thorough clean around, hand-scrubbing and back to the computer! Taking extreme care in getting through the doorway!
I got the Email-link sent off. Then on Facebooking catch-up. The WordPress Reader section, and Pinterested some of the photographs. The updating took me longer than it ever has before! A bit like going to the toilet, really. Hahaha!
07:50hrs: And Herbert was up and about, judging by the clunking and tap-tapping coming from above. If he wasn’t so taciturn and snobbish, I’d love to ask him what it is he’s making, this time.
As I started to update this template, a repeat performance from the rear-end arrived. I really fell off of the swivel chair in my haste to the wet room. And what a difference this time. Even more painful, but so much quicker, Shplurt and done! Messy this time. It came in broken sections and had sunk out of view, and that’s a first for many months! So I couldn’t see if there were any of the white streaks in it. It was undoubtedly wetter and messier than the previous one – but why did it hurt so much? However, it was a rare second visit, so hard to guess.
Back to computing and wee-weeing. Haha! Not at the same time!
I’d not been going long when the landline burst forth. Aha, it was Jenny, bless her cotton socks. She’s arranged for the window cleaner to come and do me tomorrow. What an Angel! We had an enjoyable good long chinwag, a laugh, a moan, and she really cheered me up! Thanks, Jenny! ♥ You’ll never know how much you brightened my day!
As I put down the phone, I knocked the pen and pad off of the desk. Thinking it was a good idea, I continued to replace the handset, and I saw the long picker-up on the flat airing bars, “I’ll use that” I said… As Robbie Burns wrote, “The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley”!
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I knocked the waste bin over fetching the grabber, and had a right mess to sort out! Tsk! I think I might have said something like; ‘Well, fancy that!’
I was well-late in getting the ablutions done. So, off to the wet room! And I thought yesterdays session went well. But I was even luckier today. Teeth cleaning, hardly any pain from Toothache Terence. Shaving, one, yes, just one nick! (I even went into a super Smug-mode, typing this, Haha!) The showering had not gone as well for months, no bangs falls or knocks, and zero dizzies. Just a few dropsies, soap, flannel. (Smug-Mode Upgraded to Defcon Three!) The legs were as near to normal as they have been for years now!
The drying off was easy and accident-free! Ah, the medicationalisationing, well that was the only real bother. The furuncle started to bleed and puss-out a tad, that was a painful experience. Harold’s Haemorrhoids bled a bit. But the worst was putting the PP’s on, I had a loss of balance when I went down, I caught the furuncle on the corner of the floor cabinet. I apologise to anyone who might have heard my ‘Argh’ followed by a naughty word! But it didn’t half sting!
Gone midday already now. With so many Whoopsies and Accifauxpas, and a lot of time sorting them out, I was going down in spirits, but I thought of Jenny, and her brave outlook on things, and it stopped the rot.
Back on the computerisationing. Must find time to do at least two more graphics for the page headers, and make another template for tomorrow. I’ll make a start on it now. Back in a bit, I hope, anyway. Haha! Got on CorelDraw and began creating.
Only one done. I made it too complicated a graphic, and got involved in creating something for far too long. Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures, and turned off to get the nosh done.
The canned pork knuckle, various tomatoes, fries, garden peas and beetroot salad made up the meal.
Flavour-Rating was given of 8.8/10, that knuckle is tasty enough for Her Majesty, although it will most likely be Pheasant and Port she’ll be having for her supper. Hehe!
Herbert is still at it with his modelling. Klunk, tap, tap… I’d love to know what he’s making.
Had the first serving of the Iceland-bought ice-cream after. Not the best tasting I’ve had, but it made a nice change.
Washed medications and got down in the £300, second-hand recliner, to watch some more of the Dr Who DVD. But again, I kept nodding off and waking minutes later. So turned off the TV, and got ready for the Thought-Storms… but they didn’t come. Ye-Haa! But sweet Morpheus did.
Unfortunately, at precisely 23:55hrs, I was rudely awakened by several (Obviously loud, or I would not have heard them without my hearing aids in) tapping or knocking sounds. It reminded me of some TV programme where the Grandmother would tap her stick on the bedroom floor to get the families attentions. (Wish I could remember the name of the programme now) The knocks seemed to be coming from right above me (Herbert). About six of them, all paced-slowly, as if timed, or made by a machine? I was concerned, is Herbert knocking for help? Then I pondered over whether it was fireworks, and had to get up to check outside, but nothing seemed out of order. By then, any chance of getting back to sleep had dissipated, so I stayed up. Grobleknackerbangles!
03:30hrs: Woke, wriggled out of the rickety recliner, with some haste. Caught my balance, got Metal Mickey, off to the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne was utilised; with a difference today. The heavy-duty evacuation came out a light-green, the pain was excruciating, and the deep-red blood flowed so much, this doesn’t bode well at all. However, the most significant change in style was the tinkling (wee-weeing), started off before the big stuff, and lasted none-stop for a full couple of minutes after? And yet, there was no PMAD Post-Micturition After Dribble whatsoever? Trouble brewing here, methinks! 
Washed and medicated things, and off to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on. 
I used the stick thermometer to take my temperature. The photo I took of the result did not come out very good, as you can see where I added the figures, a 34.4°c reading. Which was fair enough for me, it’s a smidge higher than of late, but needed, methinks.
The sphygmomanometerisationing offered another high SYS reading for me. The Dia and Pulse seemed okay, though. 
However, through my resilience, determination, grittiness, and resolution, I got the updating finished! Well, alright, I stumbled on, in stupidity, blind-faith, making numerous mistakes and errors, correcting and cursing silently away, in between the wee-weeing, and somehow, miraculously got the job completed. I felt mentally drained, and my will-power and confidence were destroyed. Globknacklebangles!
I got some potatoes in the slow-cooker, on a low setting. 
I got out the last of the fresh garden peas and started podding away. I added a drop of the fish vinegar to the pans water. 
I made a start on this blog at long last (In between wee-wees!). After several hours of slow, mistake-ridden work, I returned to the kitchen to make another brew, this time Glengettie Gold. The cloud formations had changed now. But they looked just as pretty as ever, to me. 
I saw the Kodak camera and thought I’d try again to find out how, or if there was a way for me to get it on charging. I used the shorter USB connection, from the camera to the computer-port, and connected it. But I didn’t know if it was working, because the camera has no lights showing on it? 
After a while, I pulled out the lead and took my first picture with the new camera. If I am to use this Kodak, first I have to find out if it is charging or not (Not sure how to do this?) Then, discover how to change the picture size to like on the Nikon and Canon, to a broader type shape. But the instructions are just too small to read, even with the glasses and using the magnifying glass! Not that might matter, cause the camera might melt in a bit, then I’ll know this is not how to use the USB connection. 
The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing. 
Now I’ll try to find out about the Kodak Pixpro AZ 675. Back in a bit… 
So, on to CorelDrawing. Too tired to continue – got nosh sorted, 
00:10hrs: I woke with a cruel mind-start and body-jerk, that immediately got Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging something rotten! 
I returned to get the overnight bucket for emptying and had to use it one more time. Got it cleaned and sanitised, put the kettle on, and carried out the Health Checks. Got the sphygmomanometerisationing all done. The flipping Sys had shot up to 162 now! The ear-hole thermometer gave a reading of 
84.3°c. 
Did some work on this blog while waiting for 09:15hrs when I must go to visit Deana. 
I thanked her kindly, and I returned to get these dates in the calendar.
Perused the contractor’s notice board in the elevator lobby, and waited a good while to get the resident’s lift to arrive, to get back up to the flat. 
This photograph below, right, is of the note left for whoever had torn up the window cleaners rota from the board the other day.
I got inside the flat and gave myself a wherret on the right ear-hole as I struggled to get the three-wheeler walker guide inside. Fool! 
Not that there is any chance that I would have forgotten, of course. Ahem! 
I actually fell asleep within seconds of settling! Fantastic! 
02:45hrs: My slumber was rudely disturbed, and I lay there for a few moments in a state of hypnagogia, trying to understand what had shaken me so violently into this state of semi-consciousness? Perhaps I was dreaming, although I have no memories of my doing so? 
Back to the kitchenette, made the mug of Glengettie tea and left it to cool (toothache!).
I made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and took a photo of the morning view, which was blue! When I opened the window, things got blown off of the ledge, such was the force of the wind. Despite this, the Horrible-Hum could still be heard, louder than it’s been for a few days. 
This must mean something weather-wise. Or not! 
Aha, time to get the ablutions tended to. Stripped off for the session, and thought how well the legs and feet were looking. The ulcer looked as if it had moved again, but it can’t have, surely?
The shaving was a little bothersome, dropsies galore, and a few minor cuts. 
The showering turned out a painful event this time. I caught my right-hand knuckle against the grab bar as I went over from a Dizzy Dennis bout. It’s not the wound that bothers me, that’s nothing, just a few scratches, but not being able to correct the fall, that’s bothered me a smidge. 
I made up the waste and recycling bags, loaded them on the three-wheeled-walker, and made my way to the chute room in the lift lobby. 
I deposited the four small bags, and unfortunately clouted the same cartilage damaged finger knuckles again, on the iron lift-lid as I did so! 
in there since the upgrading work’s been done. Out with the large white bag and trolley to the elevator. Got the resident’s lift almost immediately, and down to the ground floor lift lobby, where I espied a new window cleaners list. I’m down on it, as the man promised, for an 09:00hrs cleaning on for the 3rd September. Then I spotted a hand-written note left. It appears that someone had earlier, torn up the lad’s latest at the time, list, into little pieces? A lady tenant gave whoever did the deed, some written verbals, and a good telling off. Good for her! 
Outside the caretakers were sorting out some bins, and pleasantries were exchanged, and they took the bag off of me.
I saw a slice of lemon on the new bricked sidewalk. Now, where did that come from, I thought. I hope that not like the cigarette butts, from a flat window?
Then realised I had not taken the letters with me from the dentist and opticians. I said I would return with them in the morning. Tsk! What a Ferdrayt I am! 
longer used, of course, thanks to the Coronavirus cocking everything up. 
I got back up to the flat, trolley in the corner, kettle on, and got some potatoes on the slow boil, and added the mushroom I didn’t eat last night. 
few Warfarins and be at risk of bleeding to death or a blood clot? Still, I’m used to being ignored. Hahaha! 
I noticed that the kid’s playground was open again, so zoomed in and took my best effort at picturing the little blighters. It looked at first like there were a lot of the kiddywinks from a distance. But in fact, there weren’t many at all. Probably their day in court. Haha!
The clouds suddenly thickened as I took this shot to my left, showing a part-frontage of the beloved Woodthorpe Court building. 
whistled, sang to myself, and picked my nose. But nothing happened, not the vaguest sign on any movement. Bhlugh!
managed in a long time. Sainsbury’s sweet small new potatoes, potato farls, tomatoes, mushrooms, Royale and plain surimi sticks, both of them were lip-smackingly flavoursome. (Gorgeous!), beetroot and carrot salad vinegarette salad. I sorted out the good from the mouldy seedless grapes, washed them and made a little pot of them, and a pot of lemon yoghourt. I started digested the nosh slowly, savouring each mouthful. A super-duper score of 8.8/10 for the Flavour-Rating! 
two letters on the floor as I went out with them. 
eatening again as I set out, leaving the meal, to take the box to Winchester Court. 
search of Sweet Morpheus. But I wasn’t successful. So, I put the TV on, and for once there was a programme on a murder documentary, that I thought would be worth watching on channel 66. 
02:15hrs: Woke up, wrestled my Bunyanesque-bellied body from the wrought iron c1968 recliner, and made use of the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic Bucket). A UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful), colourful wee-wee indeed, was taken. Uncustomarily, no Pre or Post Micturition-Dribbling this morning! 
Which was most welcome! I took the grey bucket to be emptied, cleaned and sanitised, then I lollygagged my way the kitchenette, to get the kettle on, for a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.
Then the realisation that I had just hobbled from recliner to wet room, then to the kitchen, dawned – without walking into or banging against anything! 
Took the medications but struggled to separate the Furesomide from the Codeine 60g and the Bisoprolol (In my case used: To counter blood pressure, help prevent further heart attacks, strokes and ease pains from Anne Gyna). So you can see why I asked the chemist 
to leave out the Furesomide, (taken on an as-and-when-needed basis) from the other two look alike 
and I couldn’t identify which was which tablet! So, ended up taking an unneeded water-tablet so as not to miss taking the beta-blocker. 
Where was I? Ah, yes! I got the kettle on and took a couple of photographs of the early morning view from the hated, letting rain in, thick-framed, light & view-blocking, life-risking to clean, new kitchen windows. 
Did the Health Checks. BP not too bad at all, I reckon. The temperature showed up as 84° Fahrenheit, I hope, Haha! 
The above was in-between five wee-wees, each needed cleaning and medicating after each one – the flaming PMD (Post Micturition-Dribbling) again. A big thank-you to Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up the road from the Lidl store, for their care and consideration in failing to split the pills, thus forcing me to take all three, which included the unneeded water tablet! Just thought I’d mention it, like!
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appen when I am forced to take an unwanted Furesomide. 
chemist who was to blame, and frustrated with each release. I also had to empty and sanitise the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic Bucket), twice, I reckon. 
02:45hrs: I woke up with an astronomical vagueness all around me. It took me a long time to gather my distant, reluctant thoughts into some form of semi-logicality. Suffice to start arranging and forging some kind of recognisable sense out of them! 
I realised that the new window cleaner was coming today, also that I had planned yesterday to get the kitchen cleared to give him access to the windows, and I had not done so! Fertummelt! This task became my priority.
I struggled out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner, grabbed the stick, caught my balance, and limped to the kitchenette. The most urgent thing was to get the window ledge cleared. Not an easy task, Dizzy Dennis was on the attack! For much of the time, I needed to use the four-
pronged metal walking stick, which made progress slow down to a pathetic level. Then, thankfully Dennis calmed down. 
I took a snap of the window afterwards and tried to catch my reflection in the picture. Hehe! The bald head and the bulging flabby stomach tend to stick out a bit. I’ve just noticed when putting the photo in, how much the man breasts tend to protrude, too! Hahaha! 
Back to the kitchen, and got the Health Checks sorted. 
Got the computer on, and had to make a head-top graphic, due to failure to make one yesterday! Humph!
: What a palava! After the two reasonable, indeed, good, last two sessions. It was back to the regular ablutioning experiences, with the Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxparing this morning. 
No doubt about it, I was pleased to get out of there, and for the incidents to be over! Most annoying, especially as the previous couple of ablution efforts, had gone so well! 
But, I was pleased I’d got a photograph of the artistic bleeding during the shaving nick bother. 
I pressed on with this blog, and the door chimes rang out. It was the postman, delivering my last pack of 6 long, lambswool socks (for winter, if I make it) I stupidly ordered from Amazon. They have soft diabetic top grippers. Now I will be alright for socks, anyway. I’ve probably got more than enough pairs to see myself out. So in the event of my croaking out, I’ve put them in the airing cupboard, for anyone who fancies them. 
The sky was looking good, well, I mean the clods. Even if they were a tad on the dark side.
And what the festival of a feast it was, too! The smoked haddock filled fish cakes were so moreish! The last of the truffle fries were used (Iceland no longer stock them, Boo!). The surimi stick enjoyed, The Piccolo tomatoes excellent, as was the egg mayonnaise! A well-worthy 8.5/10 for flavour-rating!
03:00hrs: Within minutes of waking up, I’d ignored the nagging worry of something, whatever it was, I knew I had to remember this morning (Tsk!), had clambered out of £300, second-hand, c1968, none-operational, rusty, rickety, uncomfortable recliner, caught my balance, and with the 
aid of the four-pronged walking stick, I found myself in the kitchen. with the window open, with camera in hand, taking photographs out of the window of the morning views! 
Nowt outstanding in this, I know. But I had to guess the getting up procedure I’d just done, due to a memory-blank. I really could not recall doing anything up to this point. 
So, off I limped to the kitchenette and partook in a mug of Macrogol in warm water. 
If Virgin, along with British Gas, would allow me to leave them, I would! But they get away with lying and giving wrong or dead links to use for this! The Swine! 
on the WP Reader section. 
Disheartened, I went to check on the mushrooms in the crock-pot. As you can see in the blurred photograph, I had to jump back as the steam came flying out! 
My Brother-inLaw, Pete, who had his first treatment for the Big-C, yesterday, sent me a photo of the gear he got sent home with! Cor, Blimus! 
I took a shot of the end car park on Chestnut Walk, from the balcony. I wouldn’t risk injury by trying to open the lethal metal spring clip, that needs pressing and pulling at the same time to use. (A fitter actually trapped his finger on in last March! Honest!) So I hung out of one of the front windows as far as I dare. Mainly to get the photo of four read vehicles for my cyber-mate Billum 
Then I heard what sounded like a car horn being pressed angrily, it sounds like it was right in the room, to my left? Was it the alert alarm box, the light on it had gone off? Someone outside on the road, I looked outside from the balcony, but could see nothing untoward? Checked that the landline was still working, that was fine? on it. The Virgin box still had lights lit on it?… Then I heard what sounded like someone breathing out and it was loud? It came from the area where the alarm, Virgin box and telephone were situated? Gawd, I’m all confused again! 
I got back to the waste-bag sorting and loaded the three-wheeler up, it couldn’t take any more bags. Hehe! 
back up, to get the tenants one to come to me. Ah, well, at least I got down, eventually. 
I waddled along Chestnut Walk, taking some photos, and popped into the new Winwood Extra Care Court. 
Another picture was taken on the way back. I did notice that the string wind seemed to be only around my Woodthorpe Court area? 
t about it. He took the black bags from, bless him. We had a mini-natter, and I told him about the NHS only treating people, well the NHS Podiatrists, with bad circulation in their feet. I said my farewells and went out to the ground floor lift lobby.
You wouldn’t believe how long I had to wait. The tenants lift again started going twixt the 9th and 14th floor, repeatedly. While I waited, the Constructor only cage came down to the ground floor about three times. Very confusing? Still, it was interesting! 
I noticed the sky was so beautiful, I risked life and limb by taking a shot of it from outside the balcony window. But realised when it came to putting it on here, it was not so good as I thought it would be. Red-eye and I caught the window edge on it! Oh, well!
Aha, the latest Coronavirus updates just come through. A little concerning,
Then I thought, oh, dearie me, (I do that a lot, you’ve noticed, I bet?) and wondered if he’s left the stuff outside the door? I went to check. 
up!
03:30hrs: I stirred from my preciously short slumber, and lay there, worrying, fearing, considering the events of yesterday – one of my worst 24-hours for months that was! Of course, the mind-meandering got nothing sorted, arranged or even understood. But there was a twinkling, albeit it only a shimmering, of newly arrived determination in my heart, almost like a degree of mock-willpower! 
I put the kettle on, rubbed the Phorpain gel lotion into the bruised toenail. Then did the Health Checks. The SYS was still a bit high. The body temperature, according to the ear-hole thermometer, was 69° Fahrenheit I assume and hope! I took the medications, having a problem sorting out the three small 
tablets that had not been sent in the box, as they promised they would at Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, again! I’m still not sure if I took the Codeine 60g, and Beta-blocker as 
I got in the wet room, and stripped off the PPs, revealing my ectomorphic, muscle-rippling, young, awe-inspiring body. 
I nearly toppled forward when the stomach wobbled free as the gut-retaining pants were removed! Hehehe! 
However, when I dropped the soap, I managed to crack my right shoulder on the edge of the sink. This set off Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley! Cringleblastitt! 
Mind you, the feet had gone all white on me, even after showering. The toes and nails were actually hurting when I was just stood there taking the photo?
I noticed as I got into the front room, that the sun was trying to break through, so I took the Nikon camera into the pod (balcony) and took photographicalisations. Starting with the wonderful cloud formations, and did a bit of nephelococcygia, at the time I found what I 
thought was a face in this picture, But by the time I got to place the shot in, I’d lost it! 
I spotted a man and women with clipboards wandering around Chestnut Walk. 
I attempted another zoomed-in shot, of some houses up the hill to the South-east of the flats. Again not a brilliant outcome, but passable for me, I suppose. I took several shots of this house too, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up a bit at the time. 
So, I’m alright with this one. 
So I snapped the now duller Northern skies. 
I did some updating on this post, then remembered I’d got the Iceland order to do. So I did it. What substitutions and unavailable’s there will be, I’ll find out on Friday. 
Then I made a Whoopsie! I went to add some Hickory in the beans. The bottle cap fell off and about half of the bottle contents went in before I stop it! I swore silently, then tried tasting some beans – uneatable, the liquid smoke flavour was just too much. I pondered, is there a way to salvage this? I added another tine of beans, thinking it might weaken the taste. It didn’t! Then, I thought if I drain the beans when I serve them, maybe… oh I don’t know! Crogglesodit!
I tackled the job of saving what I could of the beans to eat the meal. Apart from the oh, so-strong flavoured beans, everything else was fine tasting. The red seedless grapes were from Spain, not perfect, a few had already begun to turn mouldy! I was careful in picking out only the good ones. Flavour rating, 7/10.
23:25hrs: No sleep at all, Sweet Morphious, denied me by being woken up repeatedly; callers, Toothache Thomas and Anne Gyna, all successful in ensuring I got no rest. Groggleknockers! 
Ah, things were better this time! A bit more force and less spraying. Still the green-grey colour, mind. 
I got the kettle on and did the first of the Health Checks. 
The sphygmomanometer results were the best for ages! SYS 136, DIA 64, Pulse 80, and the body temperature was just showing up as low. (It does that, it goes from the reading to high or low, when I am insensate and not quick enough to get it out of my ear-hole to have a look, Hehe!) Ah, well!
So annoying and frustrating! I tried the drinking of the luke-warm tea from the opposite side of the mug. 
I cleared up the mess and went to make another mug of tea. I got the pork shoulder steaks, with new potatoes in the crockpot cooking. I added sea salt, Light Soy sauce, some pork gravy granules, and seasoning. (Too much methinks?) 
ending, and my EQ backed me up.
The shaving had a few clangers involved. Cuts were in fashion this morning. Several of them, but every one of them was tiny, yet bled a lot more than usual. 
When I nipped onto the balcony to see if the chaps had departed, I took a snap through the window of the end of Chestnut Walk. I didn’t want to risk injury opening the lethal metal spring clip window again. No, that’s wrong. That window is just impossible to open, too tight. The maintenance men tried for me five months or so ago, a
nd they couldn’t do it. It was when they came to look at the plaster breaking up on the ceiling of the balcony. Naturally, they have not been back.
make it down in time to catch the mobile shop? Dang, dang, dang… Dang! Hehehe! 
Luckily, it was a few minutes late in coming. It was nice to have someone to natter to, even from a safe-distancing way away. 
We got up to the flats, and Josie held the door open for me to get in with the trolley, bless! I got in with the bits bought – £6 something for these. The apples were of particular interest. The label read, Product of France. 
A few minutes later, and the fodder arrived. The chap put the carriers in the hallway for me, I thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T, and took them through to the kitchen and stored them away. 
I got the stuff put away, and got the meal served up. At least this turned out alright. Made even tastier with the two Sourdough muffins dipped in the gravy! A stew of sorts. Onions, mushrooms, pork shoulder, all overseasoned with Soy sauce, Balsamic vinegar, tasty juices, canned potatoes and garden peas. Flavour Rating: 7/10. 
Off to the wet room, for the most sprinkling and spraying release ever! I had a job to see that much of it had reached the porcelain at all. But, on the bright side, it made me clean the WC tank, seat, floor cabinets, the floor itself and the handwashing sink. Also, various parts of my body. Christened this one a VSWAO (Viciously-Spraying-Wildy-All-Over) wee. You’d be surprised at how much had sprinkled on the arms and upper torso, too, I was! 
Took the medications, and remembering yesterdays nightmare Accifauxpa, I very carefully, nervously made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea. I managed it without any further dropsies, scolding of my body parts, or injury! Phew!
Waiting for it to brew, I took a shot of the morning view. Then, imbibed the morning medications, and back to the wet room for another wee-wee. Which was of the same VSWAO mode as the first one was! 
I got the Health Checks done. The SYS had come down at last. The earhole temperature of 64°f seemed fine enough.
I sorted out the waste bags. Five small bags were taken to the waste chute, and the gigantic blue recycling bag had some stuff added to it. Far too big for the minuscule opening in the chute, so I can take it down to the caretaker’s room in the morning.
He put the good through in the hall for me, I slipped him a can of G&T, then got the bags into the kitchen to sort through them. 
do. Kitchen towels, potatoes etc. Next bag, endless cakes? 
Concentrated on making the nosh… carefully, not taking any risks.
But for any proper sleep, my Sweet Morpheous, I had to wait for hours! 
Eventually, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea, and the dying sun put in a surprise visit.