TFZer Beauty Marie, (with Inchcock showing interest!) Haha!
Saturday 25th July 2020
Dutch: Zaterdag 25 Juli 2020
01:30hrs: I stirred gently and slowly into imitation-life. Rather surprisingly, not needing a wee-wee?
The brain wasn’t all that interested in operational duties for a while. I disentangled my over-stomached body from the second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner. That my xyrophobia suffering, over amour propred Brother-in-law Pete broke, when he was searching the flat while I was in the hospital with the Stroke, and taking my valuables, he took a rest. Fatal! He could not resist the electrics, and Pete played with them. Now the recliner no longer works!
I caught my balance (it wasn’t too good this morning for some unbeknown reason). And wobbled off to the kitchenette, almost on auto-pilot. I got the kettle on and did the health checks. The BP SYS as a little high again. Sorted the small tablets out and identified the Furesomide and removed it (At least I hope I got it right). Took the medications and was drinking the mug of Glengettie tea and wondering if it was worth trying to take an early morning photo if the dark, dank view outside.
Then, with surprising suddenness, I had to hobble-hastily to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). A bit of a blaster-mode this wee-wee was! And a long one too! There was none of the PMPD (Post-Micturition Pre-Dribble). Still, a plentiful supply of embarrassing PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribbling), so much of it, I nearly started counting the cracks on the ceiling, while I whistled! Unfortunately, it caught me out, a few drops of late-dibbling took place. In-Depth-Ignominy-Mode-Engaged!
Then, the innards gave me a poke, which told me I needed to get to the Porcelain Throne, which I did, without any delay. The most painful for weeks affair! But it was not a long job, no bleeding, and aroma didn’t make me feel hazy this time. Hahaha!
The toes and feet for worse than yesterday morning, of course, the nails were longer. And the fungal nail infection on the right foot was more evident. More painful too!
I silently prayed that the St Anns podiatrist will see to me on Monday and not refuse to do-me, because of my ailments (Issues, they call them), like they did, last August! I’m not confident about this in the least.
I took the opportunity to change the PP’s. Knowing that I will need to replace them again when I do the ablutions, I put on one of the smaller ones I had to hand, for the time being. I hope I don’t get any Diabetes Insipidus leaks, or Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeds in between!
The brain was working again, as well as it ever will methinks, and a determination to get the updating done rose forth! Three wee-wees (each of the LPT (Long-Persistent-Type), two cups of Thompsons Punjana tea, and hours later, I finished the updating. Phew!
It was looking a little bleak out there. But no rain yet awhile.
I posted the Friday blog to WordPress, Emailed the links, and went on Facebooking catch-up, and that took me over two hours! Then onto the WordPress Reader section. Pinteresting. Time to get the ablutions done, back in a while.
I’m back!
The ablution session was sorrowfully a painful one, but entertaining! Hehe!
The teeth cleaning went well, no bleeding, Toothache Thomas was only mildly bothersome!
Putting the tube and brush back on the side-trolley. The exact moment my right hand steadied the trolley for me to reach over to return the stuff to the tray with my good left hand, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley gave me a good rattling, and the trolley wet over! Isn’t it amazing how much stuff you can squeeze into and onto a bathroom tray? It took me yonks to retrieve it all! Cragnangles!- The shaving consisted of far too many dropsies. Razors repeatedly, after-shave (used as a bleeding-stopper) and the foam can twice.
- And on another occasion, I was shaking the can of foam, and off it flew via the North wall, back down, off of the sink and onto the sock-glide, hit the shower tiles, landed and rolled gently back to my feet and stopped, like a trained little dog! This was the entertaining part. I had to smile at it! Haha!
- As I got into the shower, I tripped on the mat I had only myself to blame, I’d not left it in the usual position I do when showering. Pillock!
- The showering itself was almost perfect! No dizzies, no banging into the grab-bars, no dropping the showerhead, and the curtains didn’t get stuck on closing them! T’was good! I felt good at the time!
- Furthermore, no toe-stubbings, throughout the whole showering operation!
- Drying off my baby rhinoceros jelly-like flabby-bellied body was incident and escapade-free!
I’ll not go into detail on this one, to embarrassing; I had severe bother when I used Little Inchies fungal lesion cream, on Harold’s Haemorrhoids! Suffice to say, Blubber-Argh! Grigglecocks! I have now moved the Phimosis Plato, and Paraphimosis Patrick’s clobetasone butyrate corticosteroid cream out of the way! I must 
remember where to, so I’ll mention where it was placed here – Inchcock: It’s on the bottom tray on wetroom trolley! Try not to forget, mush! - The old legs didn’t look too bad.
The dreaded ‘Hum’ was getting so loud again, as I started on doing this blog. I persistently persisted, and got as far as here, and had to go on CorelDraw again to get some graphics done in advance.
Oh, no, I’d better do the template first. I must get caught up for Monday, which I anticipate being a busy day, full of frustrations at the Health Centre, and no time to get much computerisationing done! Done it, back to CorelDrawing!
By Jimminy, the rain cometh down now!
I had some tap-tapping and knock-knocking noises from above to keep me company.
The familiar post meridian weariness and drainage of enthusiasm, frolicsomeness, and will-to-bother came over me, and I decided to get a meal made up then get in the recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus.
Well, the nosh was a super-tasty one! Beef pasty, potatoes, egg mayonnaise, beetroot & carrot, tomatoes, and a mini-pork & pickle pie. An individual lemon mousse and apple pie to follow. I lip-smackingly enjoyed this effort!
Washed the pots, and settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working, uncomfortable, rickety recliner. I felt so tired, there was no need for me to put the TV on to send me off to kip. My tiredness alone will soon see me off in the land of Nod! I thought!
An hour of Thought-Storms, they were mostly of the guilt, self-hatred, and shame mode. Then I moved on to worrying about Monday’s trip out to the podiatrist at St Ann’s Health Centre. I put the TV on, for sleep was not attainable.
I was getting nowhere with my designs for sleep, and I decided to remove my magnificently honed and toned, super-fit, woman-desired, muscular body from the none-working recliner, and replenish the spring water bottle.
I stubbed my toes en route to the kitchen! I whimpered a bit, and returned to the recliner immediately, took a pain killer, and tried to get some pain gel on the toes.
This proved to a farcical effort, I’ll tell you why; I got some gel on a paper towel, grabbed it with the picker-upperer, and tried to apply it to the two toes affected. This didn’t go well! Thanks to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s most untimely attack, I gelled part of the foot, shin, carpet, hands, and the recliner, I’m not sure if any gel actually got onto the stubbed toes! Cragknackles!
I didn’t bother with getting any of the spring water! But sleep now seemed an impossibility. So I put the TV back on (desperate now!) in the hopes that the commercials would send me off.
Which they did in the end, but I had to a few more hours.
Worra life!
03:30hrs: I woke up requiring a widdle, and de-wedged my overly sized stomach-burdened body from the c1968 rickety recliner. With some haste, there was a chance of some Post-Micturition Pre-Dribbling, I could sense it, so hurriedly, I moved to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket)… 
Too late, I’m afraid! 
Off to the wet room for a good clean-up, and a change of PP’s. Then to the kitchenette and got the kettle on. Taking a photo that did not come out anything like what the eyes saw, of the kitchen windows. Will anything go right today? Pickletorment!
The sphygmomanometer readings were very close to the ones that were for last Friday! Not too bad. The temperature, taken on the old stick thermometer (the new one has packed up on me, Tsk!), showed a ‘Low’ again. 
I got the computer on and checked the diary for today. The only thing on it was the Iceland Food Delivery, twixt 08:00 > 10:00hrs. Only two items unavailable this time. I was feeling guilty about getting the cake anyway. Haha! So, I must get a stand-up ablutions session before 07:00hrs to make sure I’m available just in case they arrive earlyish. 
I made a start on updating yesterday’s diary. After an hour or so, during which the ‘Hum’ outside had grown so loud, I could hear it easily without any hearing aids in, I made another mug of tea, Thompsons Punjabi. Took this snap of Chestnut Walk, it came out decent enough. Then sent the post off to WordPress, Emailed the links. 
As I started on the WordPress Reader, things got back to normal, I’m afraid. Shirley and Nicodemus both reactivated. Tsk! Off to the wet room now, to get the ablutions tackled! Back in a bit.
I’m back! The poor-old plates and toes are looking doughier, more livid, and anaemic than ever. A bit much to contend with. Even wearing the slippers a 
One of my better ablutionalisations. Overall, an interesting session, I’ve had many worserer ones! Hoity-Toity tendencies triggered! 
Carried on with the updating of this blog. Half-an-hour later, the intercom buzzed, and I let in the Iceland man. He was up in a jiffy, and he put the bags in the doorway for me. I took them through to the kitchen. There didn’t seem to be many bags this time? I checked the list and sorted it through 
checking the goods. Did the few freezer items first, all three there, and then spent about fifteen-minutes trying to make room to get them in the freezer! Haha!
I was feeling a bit peckish, as you do, like. And wondered about having soft brown Thins with Marmite for nosh later? But, what do I have with ’em? After some faffing about trying to make my mind vacant up, I thought some sausages and baked beans? But I left, making my mind up until later. What a ditherer I am! It took a while, but being as I have peas left in the pan from yesterday, I’ll have them, tomatoes, and Marmite sarnies! I think? 
I shot like a bolt-of-lighting to answer the door. Well, alright, I hobbled less slowly than usual, anyway, Hehe! An envelope was through the letter-box, I opened the door, no one in sight. 
Two mini-pork & pickle pork pies, (say that when you’ve had a few, Haha!). Piccolo tomatoes, canned garden peas, egg mayonnaise, beetroot & carrot salad, and four brown bread thins with lashings of gorgeous Marmite. 
down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety recliner.
03:20hrs: On stirring back into ersatz-life, the urgent need for a wee-wee, forced me out of the c1968 recliner, up onto my pins, lunged for the walking stick, and to try to avoid any urge incontinence, as quickly as I could manage it, hobbled over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). The mode of wee-wee had changed back to an OSUAD (Orangey-Sprinkly-Unpainful-After-Dribble) type for once. Which was welcome. The PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble), was less. 
I went to put the kettle on and tried taking decent snaps of the dark morning view. 
another nippy-limp was required, to the wet room. 
I made a mug of Extra Strong Assam tea and left it to brew stronger. 
The new thermometer would not work, I changed the batteries, and this made no difference whatsoever. Kroinkles! I used the old stick one that just showed as ‘Low’. I’m not sure it’s ever showed anything else since I bought it. Hehehe! 
I was worried a bit, in case I’d been having memory-blanks again. The way my mind is this morning, it’s a good job I’m writing everything down, recording notes to use on here.
I went on Amazon to do some bought product revues. The so-called lemon disinfectant, I gave Two Stars. The Hoisin sauce, I gave five (top).
I got the nosh prepared and served up. 
I got the pots washed and had an attack from Dizzy Dennis while doing so! I am now back to one milk jug, the pretty tall one, bit-the-dust, as it hit the floor and shattered! Picking the mess up was not a pleasant task, pain-wise! Crigglebonkitis!
03:00hrs: I regained semi-consciousness, and stayed there, half-in and hanging half-out of, the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, pondering over the need-to-do things that had instantly started to invade my mind. But they were soon abandoned, by the need, desperate as well, for the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). 
Where I got the kettle on then washed and sanitised the EOGPB. Washed my hands, and opened the light and view-blocking, letting in rain, new window, the terrible ‘Hum’ was so loud again. 
Made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea, and did and got the medications out. The Health Checks on the sphygmomanometer showed the SYS had come down a bit! Good! 
The chemist forgetting (Again!) to take out the Furesomide tablets from the pods gave me the problem of sorting out which pill was 
which! I only take the Furesomide (Anti-water-retention) as and when needed, and they are not, in fact, the legs have gone all skinny? Grumph! 
The poor old toes and feet were so painful, I could well have done with not stubbing the toes on the metal leg of the raised seat as I got up and turned around! I think my taking this picture of the plates too close-up, somehow made them paler than they really were, and the black spot on the hallux, came out blue, and the mat came out darker than it really was? I’m confused as to what I really did wrong with this snap. I’ll try again when I do the ablutions.
I took a picture of the pins before taking a shower, the one afterwards. These were both similar to the colour my eyes sore… I mean, saw. Hehehe! 
Then I got shelling the pod peas for later. I reckon there must have been about twenty peas shot off into the depths of any and all hiding places in the kitchen. There was also about nine peas that I just couldn’t find to retrieve. Ah-well! 
I took the things through to the front hovel, erm, room, and put them on the towel airer, to take photographs of them. 
I opened the two parcels first. The individual lens cleaner pen on the right of the picture is the same make and model as the one I’ve been using. It is an excellent, sturdy, easy to use, tool. The multi-kit one, was cheaper than the single one, so I don’t expect much 
from it, but it’s a handy stand-bye. The blood test results was a low one again, but fortunately, not low enough to have to go back on the injections. I wouldn’t have minded really; it would have given me an opportunity for more camera practise. Hehe!
I’ve had enough, so I’ll get the meal prepared, and feast on it! 
I lay there, pondering and fretting over my failures of the day, and a message came through on my Nokia mobile. I opened messages and selected the incoming box, and got this message: ‘EEMSS – This message cannot be displayed’. 
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 should have, or a Furesomide in mistake for one of them? Which is which? 
I nearly toppled forward when the stomach wobbled free as the gut-retaining pants were removed! Hehehe! 
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.
03:50hrs: Woke up, wee-wee was required. I found the three nail-clippers I opened last night, in various places on my body? The little finger on my left hand had been bleeding but had now congealed near the nail. Erm?
Stubbed my toe against the sink support! (Luckily, it was the right foot, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters was playing up, so the pain was minimal! No doubt when the nerve-ends come back online, they’ll let the brain know. That’ll be fun!). Then, 
I got dressed and off to the kitchenette to make a brew, take the medications, and do the Health Checks. The view from the thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new windows was terrific. 
At last, I got around to taking the medications, and then did the Health Checks, starting with the BP, sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was still a bit high. The stick-thermometer was used, it showed as just ‘Low’. 
Then, I moved on to updating the Sunday post. Got it finished and posted off the Email links, and did the Facebooking. The intercom rang out, it was the Morrison delivery arriving. I got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen. And what a lot of sorting-out I had to do, too!
Coming back in, and I saw Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. I took the chance to have a word (More a pathetic moan and plea for help, really, Haha!) with her, about my problem with the toenails. She kindly said she would call the Sherwood podiatrist te when I might get in to see her, then she’ll call the private costly foot-lady who operates one day a week from Winwood Court, to see if she can do me. And would ring me back with what she finds out for me. Fair enough, I couldn’t ask for more! Well, I could, but that would be naughty! Har-har!
It turned out to be a delightful indulgence. The garden peas were lovely, the acetous beetroot and carrots were tasty, the boiled in soy flavoured water potatoes, then dotted with Hoisin sauce, really were most excellent. The ready-cooked beef was as good as I’ve ever tasted. A deserved flavour rating of 8.5/10 for this effort! Weary as I felt, I still savoured each forkful! 
Got the pots washed, took the evening medications and ointments, gels and lotions applied to those areas of my fine, magnificent, sculpted, toned, fit, young muscular body, in need of treatment. (Cough!)
07:00hrs: I woke again, in the depths of the uncomfortable, c1968, second-hand, none-working rickety recliner. Although, I woke several times before during the night and just drifted off again when I realised just how tired I still felt. 
So, I took the bucket with me for cleaning and sanitising, and hobbled to the wet room. 
I should have known not to get anything like contented or smug! I walked into the door frame, leaving the wet room. Ashamedly, I swore out loudish and released an irresistible blood-letting muffled howl. Grobbledamitt! 
A little massaging of the elbow, and I calmed down again. 
is picture, blind of course, of Chestnut Way, below. I caught the sha
Got the Health Checks sorted out. The BP SYS was better today, though. Pulse was a smidge high? The thermometer gave a reading of 82°f. Low, methinks. 
After getting advice from my Cyber-Buddy, Tim Price, I decided to get a Kodak AZ651 Bridge camera from Amazon. 
camera will not be coming until between the 24th and 28th of July. Ah, we’ll! 
I then remembered to get the mushrooms in the crockpot. I added some fish vinegar and light Soy sauce. Not that it makes much difference to the fungi. I put it on auto, so it should bring it to the boil then go on a low setting. 
When I could not sleep at all last night, I did the post up after midnight, so don’t have that to worry about doing this morning. 
Turned off, got the nosh sorted, a fair-sized plateful. I couldn’t eat it all. (Eyes bigger than the belly?) But I enjoyed what I did consume. The fish in batter was tasty, the mushrooms from Iceland I’m going to stop having, the potato slices needed ten-minute of picking out the black-spotted ones before cooking. Overall Taste-Rating; 7/10. 
03:40hrs: I woke with bits of a dream lingering, and wrote down some scribbled reminders to use here: In the dreaming, I was no longer the wiseacre, but a sage, a patriarchal doyenne, a lector: I was up high on a stage, with thousands of people around that wanted to ask me for advice, guidance… I arrive late; the trolley bus broke down… there were guards or bodyguards, each wearing Robin Hood outfits? 
It was a quick but painful, messy, smelly, sticky evacuation. Cleaning up and medicationing after the event, took me ages and was not a comfortable experience. 
Stubbing my tender uncut toenails against the seat raisers metal legs, was not a good idea either. Argh! Gragglespitgurgle! 
Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette. Did the Health Checks. The hemadynamometer indicated that the BP SYS was still going back up higher. Cragknackles! Took the medications, and then I made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjabi tea.
e sky looked beautiful again, the clouds seemed to be thickening. 
I managed to take a shot out of the unwanted, unliked, rain letting in, photographer and old people-hating designed new kitchen windows, of Chestnut Walk. Not many folks around yet.
The showering had a few annoyances, I’m afraid. The showerhead had a life of its own, and this resulted in about five dropsies! How the heck it hasn’t been broken yet, is beyond me! 
I departed and got some clothes on, well, someone just might call on me. Haha!
I got the other white towel out, got it on the stand-up airer, warming ready to be used tonight. 
As I made a mug of Glengettie tea, the clouds seemed to be getting thicker, but no rain. 
I made a mug of Thompsons Punjabi tea. The evening medications were taken, better late than never! 
3:30hrs: Woke ready for a wee-wee, wriggled out of the recliner, wobbled to the wet-room, and yet again, and needing the Porcelain Throne just as I got inside the room! It’s been like this for several mornings, I think. 
Could this turn out to be a better day for me? I had a decent day on Saturday, August 28th, 1959, as far as I can recall. Hehehe! 
Creeping up a bit, the SYS again. My body temperature was showing as just ‘Low’. 
I stuck at it, like the hero, and good-little-lad I am, and about three hours later, I’d got it finished and posted off to WordPress. 
The very gentle teeth cleaning was not too bad on Toothache Thomas this time. 
Got on the computer, and a half-hour later, the intercom burst into life. It was my Iceland delivery arriving. The young man put the bags through the door for me as I stood back away, social distancing, you know! 
And fell over the bloody three-wheeler trolley! I had to stop the man from kindly coming in to get me back up. Best to keep a distance. I told him he could catch anything from me, let alone Coronavirus. Hehehe! He did larf! He waited until I’d clawed my way back onto my feet before leaving. Bless him. Gave him a G&T in thanks. 
I took the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded them. For once, there was a printed shopping list with the food, so I checked things were all there. Spot on! Got the fridge filled, although not as full as last week, cause I been using up some tinned stuff lately. 
I’d treated my self to a box of Chinese Style belly pork slices. They are not cheap, but I think these were the one I tried the week before last, and I recall putting some Hoisin sauce on them before cooking, I intend to try again today. 
I made my way back in through the lobby doors, and Penny saw me coming and opened them from inside for me. It was such a pleasure to talk to someone and have a bit of fun. 
I took a snap of Penny and Francis near the laundry room door. Beautiful gals! 
Got in the flat, a cheerie
I got the fodder prepared. 
04:00hrs: I stirred into imitation life, and soon the need of a wee-wee, quickly followed by indications of the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Thus, a fumbling few moments later, I was up on my painful feet, had caught my balance, got the four-pronged walking stick and was on my way hobblingly, yet cautiously to the wet-room. In anticipation and hopes that the extra Macrogol taken yesterday, had worked and things might evacuate a tad more smoothly. 
Well, I got my wish, Porcelain Throne wise! The evacuation was much longer than yesterday, and the feculence about the same mass, but far less of a painful experience. 
me sickly white. 
I rubbed a dollop of Germolene cream in the whatever-it-is, on the leg, and it has now lost its itchiness altogether. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) I ought to have been a doctor, you know. I’ve had so many ailments, diseases, operations, and accidents, it would have given me an advantage in treating others. Or, maybe not! Har-har!
I started of the Health Checks with the sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was down a bit, I think it will get lower as the Enoxaparin leaves my system. The lady who rang I forgot to mention in yesterdays blog, said the INR level was up to 2.3 now. So no need for any injections, but I was to keep the filled hypodermics in a cool place, not in a fridge, ready for if needed again. The dosage increases would be 2½ Warfarin a day straight through until next Monday when the next blood test is due. I thanked her and wished her well. It was Julie from the Anti-Coagulation, Haemostasis, & Deep Vein Thrombosis Hospital Clinic. (I love that title for a department!) They have cut it down now to just, Anticoagulant Clinic (Haemostasis and Thrombosis Unit). It’s lost its class now! I shall continue to use the old name for them. Humph! Hehehe! 
I cleaned up and made a mug of Glengettie Gold tea. Took the tablets, and made my way to Computer Cameron.
Good luck in as much as I knocked over (Thanks to Shirley!) a pile of paperwork off of the printer! Made a right mess!
So, I sorted the paperwork out (Well, threw it in the bin!) Grobbleg
back on-line when I’d done it. 
When I returned to the computer, it still showed as failing to save, and I realise this is how I’d left it. So I tried again, and things had come back on there own for me. Phew! 
I think it was the state of the hobs on the cooker that got me going first. Knowing I could not possibly clean them all tonight.
I opted to do one, the worst of them, straight away. It took me over an hour, using the new (when I bought it, many months ago!), Astonish Hob Cleaner. The only things I found astonishing was the time it took and the mess I made getting it cleaned. The fact that it didn’t look much cleaner after my farcical floundering about, really did wrangle me! 
By the time I got around to eating the meal, it was, to say the least, not very hot. Hehehe! But that didn’t stop me eating it all, every drop of it! I still gave it a 7/10 for flavour!
Colin Cramps set in, and he stayed for hours! Moving twixt the feet and toes, and the left hand regularly, but for some unknown reason, never the two together at the same time. (I’m not complaining at all, mind, both would have been hardly bearable) 
