♥ Classy TFZer lassie Gladys! ♥
INCHCOCK TODAY
Saturday 6th March 2021
Igbo: Satọde 6th Maachị 2021
01:25hrs: I woke and lay there, desperate to claw back some of the memories of the many dreams I’d been having. But, it was not to be. I know that some were had a joyful nature to them, and I had the abilities (in the dreams) that have been long lost to me! Klappboggleworth! I could not remember any details… well, other than I was in raptures and Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding. So there had been some inordinately rare movement in that department!
The Daktacort ointment will have to be applied to stop the bleeding, so I have no choice other than to extricate my generously-over-ample stomach and body from the c1968 recliner, catch my balance of trot (limp) to the wet room to do so. I arrived, and I found I needed to utilise the Porcelain Throne first.
Oh, dearie me; Trotsky Terence was back in full-control again! A 3-0 win over Constipation Konrad. I’d just picked up the crossword book as well, in anticipation of the delayed kick-off that I’ve had for the last three visits to the Throne. The semi-liquid 
evacuation started at a fair pace. But things got stuck-up and very gooey, messy then. I waited, hoping that the mess would flow again, and even got three answers to clues! 
Sure enough, the movement began also, but it was so squooshy, stinky, and a right flaming mess to clean up – with Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding and dripping down the legs, and the PP’s down, naturally, this made it a mammoth job to clean up! Still, it didn’t bother me much; I just pressed on and cleaned it all up?
Fantastically, the bog’s first flush cleared the sticky mess and all of the toilet paper in one go? Not been known for months that!
Then, of course, the onerous job of medicating and cleaning things up in the front lower area had to be done. I started the last Dakacort tube and went through the as expected, painful job of applying the ointment. Ooh, argh, Eeek! But it stopped the bleeding in a short time (phew!) I washed around and changed the PPs, had a belated wee-wee, and went to get the Health Checks done.
I made a brew on the way, took the missed evening medications (Ahem!), and tended the Health Checks. The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer readings were SYS 166, DIA 76 and PULSE 92. All a smidge high, I thought.
The body temperature on the new contactless Chinese thermometer came out as 36.8°c – 98.24°f. For some reason, beyond my capabilities to work out, the Canon camera photo came out all red? But the screen was in light-green? Hey-ho!
I went to open Excel to compare and record the readings on the graph, but guess what? I couldn’t access Word or Excel… Again!
Why do they charge me for extras I can’t remember asking for on MS Office, and then they deny me access. This is the third time they have updated, and I couldn’t use either for a day and a half! Well, I’m disgusted with them! Do the profitable morons think we are all idiots? Ah, well, in my case, perhaps! What do I do if, this time, it doesn’t come back on? I must think of another way of storing my medical recordings. It was so easy to start with to send them to the clinic, as well. Damned Microsoft Gits!
I got the Friday Diary finished. Emailed the link and Facebooked.
The ablutioning time arrived, earlier than usual. I usually do them at 08:00hrs, which should not disturb the neighbours’ sleeping (lucky monkeys!) With the Morrison delivery being due, twixt 07:00hrs and 08:00hrs, I had to start the session by 06:00hrs.
So, off to the stand-up ablutionalising session, I hobbled. As I took off the long bamboo diabetic socks, I decided and got them soaking in the kitchen sink to wash afterwards. I just can’t make my mind up or stop fretting and thinking, can I?
Back to the wet room. The nasal clearing went well enough, no bleeding or choking! Then I got the teeth cleaned, a lot less painful this morning, oh, three dropsies!
The shaving started, and a mystery found here; as I was bending down to pick up one of many dropped razor, some blood dripped down onto my nose? I investigated and saw a little cut on the top of my bald head? How? No razor goes up there, no need? Anyroad, it was only a tiny nick… possibly done by one of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court; the phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, demons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, gremlins, and ghostly goo-like Ectoplasms! Hehehe!
But I did better shaving the face and neck, not a single nick at all!
I had to wash the new tackle department, of course, if I triggered the fungal lesion off again. All went well, then the getting on of the new bamboo hosiery, and not using Sock-Glide-Glenda, either! Which proved a painful experience and a mistake, perhaps? Tsk! Rolling up the first sock, I cunningly placed my bum in the corner of the room to try and avoid going over. Noteworthy, the hose went on at the second attempt, and I could have sung-out with joy! (I think I did, actually?)
Then with the second sock, things did not go so well… As I was full of confidence now, I rolled up the hose but could not get the Cathy Cartilage and Peripheral Pete affected right leg up high enough, and foolishly, stood with the leg part-way up to the other knee, and over I went! Clattering down the wall and hitting Harold’s Haemorrhoids on the floor cabinet on my way to the floor!
However, I did get them on eventually! Hahaha!
The silver-linings were that the piles did not start bleeding, nor the fungal lesion. So, although I was annoyed at myself. I realised it was my own stupidity that caused the calamity, so no moaning from me about it! (Well… a smidgen, perhaps?)
Got the Germoloid on the haemorrhoids, some more cream, well, ointment, on the fungal lesion, and olive-oiled the ear-holes. Sprayed some manly deodorant all over me (Old Spice, I think?), started coughing, and tidied the room up. Off to make a brew of Glengettie.
Washed the socks and got them hung above the sink to drip dry. I’ll move them nearer the heater when it’s safe to do so, and no chances of any dripping. (Pork or beef! Hahaha!)
Back on the computer, but the delivery was due, so I thought I’d go and help the man carry the stuff up to the flat. What a mistake to maker!
I went down to the front lobby with the box on the trolley-guide; at least I should help a little in getting the bags back up to the flat. The man was not a very lovely person and seemed to take an instant dislike to me before I said anything to him, apart from, Good morning! He was keen to see my I.D., and I told him it was up in the flat? He checked my date of birth. Questioning each detail. I put two of the lighter bags in the box on the trolley and began to take it inside… as I turned, the man was driving off!
So, there I was, stuck downstairs, and somehow had to get seven bags of food up to the flat! I really did knacker myself.
- I had to carry some bags individually into the lift foyer.
- Go back and collect the others, take them through.
- Return back and get the trolley with the two light bags on it, and get them to the lift foyer
- Then, when the lift arrived, I had to manage it so that the door didn’t shut on me, get the six loose bags into the cage, then the trolley and box!
As I got to the twelfth floor, a chap was not pleased that he couldn’t get in the elevator. I have been sneered at a few times, but this man was an Ace at it! I felt awful!
- Got the bags, trolley and box out onto the lobby floor… To make things worse, the lift door shut on the man… I could fell the virtual arrows coming my way!
- Next, I had to move the bags and trolley to the loft lobby door, get the loose bags through, then the trolley and me inside. Carry them
down to the front door; I was struggling by now and feeling a little strained and drained! - At got the bags and trolley inside and had to stop. I just stood there fighting for me to breathe for a couple of minutes.
- Then I took the bags through to the kitchen, put them on the floor, and needed another minute or two to properly collect myself.
Collated the bags and got them sorted out… slowly, very slowly!- They had sent that horrible seedy bread, not the white sourdough I was looking forward to having tonight. Crap!
- The ice-cream had partly
melted! - The tomatoes were squashed!
- The swiss roll mini-cakes were mangled entirely!
- The fridge looked a little bare, to say all the stuff I’d just put in it?
- I think I must have been having a funny-moment, that wasn’t funny!
- One of the tubs of Custard & jelly was broken, plastic split!
- But was I bothered? Did I mind? Yes, I bleeding did! I felt right, cheated and mistreated!
Luckily it didn’t bother me too much (Lying Swine!)
Back on the computer, still short of breath and coughing something rotten again! The worst thing about the whole farcical delivery was that it had destroyed the unaccountable lightheartedness that I’d been enjoyed for a day and a half! Now, Depression Dennis was taking a hold on me.
I sourly updated this diary with the above details, then the sneezing started? What’s going on here?
I tried to remember the things I had not done earlier and conducted my scribbled notes. I tried the crap, overcharging, shitty, unreliable Microsoft Office programs again.
What a pratt, I actually thought it would open and work! Not the way my luck has changed in the last two hours or so! So, no updating the medical figures, then! I’m getting low now!
Ah, I remember, it’s TFZer Shirley’s birthday. I’ll make a graphic and put it on Facebook.
I feel a little better now for remembering. ♥
I risked making myself feel more depressed by looking at the local Emagazine for anything worth promoting. Apart from local yobbo drug gangs letting off fireworks each time they get a new supply to let their pissant users know, the possibility of Nottinghamshire Covid-19 Vaccination centres might have to close, due to supply 
issues, there was not a lot worth reading about. Mind you, the Covid-19 new cases were well down over the last seven days. So, not all doom and gloom… even if I am currently in a ‘Doom & Gloom’ attack.
I decided to try the crap malted seasoned bread. It might be okay
. I made up a cold meal, imitation Dagwood sarnies, pork & stuffing meat, and tomatoes. Chip sticks, roast onions and some sugar snap peas and got settled early to dine. Tray on my knee, feet up om the swivel chair, and tucked into the nosh!
The malted grain-seeded bread was worse than I’d hoped it would be, tastewise. But with plenty of pork, stuffing and butter on it, it worked out to be enough to mask the bread a bit. I gave it a Taste-Rating of 6/10.
Washed the pots, and settled down to watch some TV, Auf Wiedersehen Pet and Rosemary & Thyme, 2 episodes of each following each other. Of course, I missed most them, thanks to the kind for once Sweet Morpheous allowing me to nod off into a dream interrupted but much-needed sleep! Ah, nice!
I put the kettle on and got the first of the Health Checks done. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, showed a pleasing SYS of 142, Dia 72, and PULSE of 89bpm. 
Started the updating of the Wednesday blog, which for some reason I’d missed making reminder notes for, so it was a bit hit and miss, factually. Got it completed and sent off to WordPress. Pinterested a few snaps. Emailed the link. Checked the email in-box and found that Iceland, were back to missing items and substituting again! So, that’s Morrisons, and Sainsbury’s and now Iceland, who seem to be short of fabric conditioner? 
The delivery might arrive anytime now, so I went on Facebooking while I awaited the food to arrive. Went to check the door, yet another letter arrived re-the Covid Vaccination having to be booked. The head spins each time I get one with different or opposite instructions!
The Iceland man rang the intercom. Dropped the stuff through the door for me and got a can of Pimms in thanks and appreciation from me. 
I got the bags in the box, added the recycling one last, and off to the waste chute.
I took the walker and waste out through the lobby and into the lift lobby. All was quiet on the Western front. I couldn’t even hear the ‘Hum’ in the lobby? Eerie! 
the room. My coordination seemed to be going to pot? This I put down to the Peripheral Neuropathy. When I was typing, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters were on and off all the time; I think I may be in for some SSS and even an involuntary right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance later on. 
I bumbled my way back into the flat. My spacial judgement is still not good. I had a twinge of muscle contractions and thought it might be a good idea to make up some of the spring water concoctions and make sure I drank as much as possible to give me a chance of avoiding the sleep-taking Colin Cramps when he visits tonight.
I got on with creating some graphics for the future templates on CorelDraw. Then at long last, I used the Porcelain Throne! A Constipation Konrad grind! But not messy.
photograph through the balcony windows of the bleak wintery weather.
that having anything to eat was out the question. I got settled and put the TV on, ‘Tales of the unexpected’, two half-hour shows. These take me back to happy times when I didn’t need to wear an adult size nappy. Hehehe! I found enthusiasm for watching a programme at last. Headphone on, I began to enjoy the first one…
02:55hrs: I’m afraid things aren’t too good this morning healthwise. 
I made a start on the Health Checks while I was able to. Why I don’t know, but I couldn’t get the Boots Sphygmomanometer to work, I gave it several attempts, but the shaking and shivering might have summat to do with it? 
The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, worked fine enough.
Struggling to get the PPs on, and over I went down backwards on my bum – banging the shoulder, I clouted in the shower.
As I was coming out of the wetroom, I found myself singing away? The door throat had eased a bit, the coughing was as frequent but seemed less of it? The pain in the right chest had reduced – no understanding or reason that I can find?
I thanked him, and off he trotted. 
high maybe at 96bpm?
I concentrated on sorting the double ordered items I bought, what a clot, I thought when I made the order, it was for next Thursday. Jenny Nora and Frank, and the Wardens can benefit from my idiocy. Hahaha!
Caught a lift down to Jenny’s, and left the parcel outside their door.
wall painted decor.
I noted a football match was on the box
I woke several times, and I thought I’d start keeping a record of future ones on the notepad. 
I was feeling proper shackered, but not low or miserable with it, just drained. Sweet Morpheus has not been kind to me these last few nights. And with Anne Gyna kicking off, a smidge of ‘feeling-sorry for-myselfness’ lingered. Hey-Ho! 
Then. I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day. 
Anne Gyna kicked off again with a venom! 
The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another decent level of 36.5°c, well in the acceptable green area. 
the Chestnut Walk car park.
The teeth cleaning did not go very well, Toothache Thomas was angry. The shaving went average, the two activities saw only four dropsies! I seriously considered going into Smug-Mode, but you know my luck, so I didn’t! 
I couldn’t find the wristwatch tp put back on. A look in all rooms and the wet room too failed to locate it. Not to fret, it’ll show up later somewhere. I don’t mind, but these Rolex ones ain’t cheap yer know… oh, alright then… I got it from the second-hand charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flats, for £2, Hehehe! Within a month it needed a new battery for £18, and a new strap £10. It’s also gone rusty, yet still keeps going!
Then, the first proper Accifauxpa of the day! As I turned away from the sink, loss of Balance Brian attacked and momentarily confused, as I started to go down, instead of grabbing the sink unit, I got hold of the long dustpan brush handle. Which, weighing about 4 ounces and made of plastic, surprisingly didn’t afford me any support at all! 
Josie opened the door, said the meal was too big, said something else I couldn’t catch, smiled and shot back indoor with her dinner and weekly carrier with the treats. I think she wanted to get back to the hone with her Sister, my EQ said so, anyways. 
An hour later.
I got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs in Chilli sauce into the pan, added some peas, and keep nipping through to stir and check on it. No fresh stuff left now, the onions, leeks, carrots and peppers have gone, or thrown away through ageing, Hahaha! 
I found today’s figures for local Coronavirus cases. 
I vainly and stupidly looked outside, thinking perhaps the track has broken and the man may be coming now… Humph! 
Frustrated a bit, and so very weary, I summoned the strength to get the thin green quilt hand washed. I got it done, rinsed, wrung and hung above the sink to drip dry. It should be ready by about August. 
Got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs served up, and ate it with some brown bread thins. Really tired, but still enjoyed the meal.
I tended to the belated Health Checks. 
up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark put in to soak, ready for handwashing later, and the I wobbled-off to get the a
sink (Tsk!), all was okay.
tumbles or bangs either! The medicationalisationing went well! 
So much so, I slowly and carefully made up some waste bags and got them in the walker guide box. I got things ready near the door to take them to the rubbish-chute room, and another stupefaction moment, where I just have to double-check things. I felt something had been missed, not done, or left in a dangerous state? 
Off to the waste chute, not a soul about for me to pester and talk to. Hehehe! Got the things down the chute easily enough, RR, and RAI seemed to be easing off (The Zapains seem to be working quickly) but as I hobbled back to the flat CC (Cathy Cartilage) started giving me some bother. Yer can’t win ’em all!
The fatigue came earlier and suddenly today. I had to stop. But I needed to get Josies’ nosh prepared, and decided to make my own at the same time, very early on. I delivered Josie’s dead on time again and then returned to get my own done and sorted. Got the pots washed before settling 
down. Gawed I was feeling drained, now.
23:20hrs: It’s getting back to normal now; I woke up, involuntarily passed wind, and needed a wee-wee. Accompanied by the almost ever-present SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), and near-agony from BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda).
Getting my humungously large bellied-body from the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, recliner, had its moments. I did the catching the balance motions a little differently, to try and avoid the pain from BPB, and ended up slumping back down in the seat, which annoyed Harold’s Haemorrhoids at a bit. On the bright side, I missed hitting the arms of the chair, or it could have been a lot worse. Tsk! Cartilage Cathy’s patella wasn’t happy with me, either!
I utilised the ONWWB (Overnight-Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) Cripes, what a difference, it was of the LPPPS (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) mode. I’ve not moved so much in many a month. No way could I have drunk that much since the last wee-wee, last night? 
I adopted my investigative-mode to try to work out why I was running short on the Codeines. 
I must remember to thank the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, for their care, professionalism and compassion that they have shown to me.
The new Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed a reading of 36.8°c. Which shows as being in the green, as acceptable! Compared to yesterdays reading of 37.5 in the red, it is a good one. 
I stopped to make another brew of Glengettie, and had, wait for it, two wee-wees, one after the other?
Made yet another mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time, and hard to believe, but I had another weaker wee-wee! 
with. Hehehe!
As soon as I left the wet room, a (what proved to be a series of) involuntary right leg Peripheral Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances started. I was close to going over on two occasions as I recall. I clouted my hip on the edge of the doorframe. The shaking of the leg was on and off for about three hours after that. I’ve never had it last that long before. Still, it calmed down in the end, back to the odd little flutters and kicks, which look far worse than they are. Hey-Ho! 
Then, back to the wet room, to medicate the areas in need, that for some reason I’d not done earlier. I took the clothes with me to change into after the medicationalisationing was done. And the landline rang and flashed! 
I made up some waste bags and took them to the rubbish chute. Returned and getting the three-wheeler in the flat, backwards cause it’s usually easier, I caught my ankle bone against the door edge. I recall saying something like, “Well, blow me!”, as I laughed off the incident, as the right leg went into a mini-dance routine, and I hit my toe against the bottom panel. Luckily, me being a heroic man of phenomenal bravery, I was not bothered in the least bit, of course! Ahem! 
Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, near the launderette and Lidl store, and have no lids to allow the tablets to spill all over the place and get lost! Deana told me it was time to take down the Christmas cards, so I did. I took this photo earlier to remind me to ask her, cunning, eh?
Well shattered now, I’ll try again to make a meal that I can eat all of. 
I was originally, going to have a steak slice, but I had to make do with the Morrison substituted chicken and bacon pie. Didn’t find or taste any bacon in it, mind. The Leicester cheesy potatoes came out alright. The Spanish tomatoes were not too bad for once. The specially-burnt garden peas tasted fine! And, the lemon dessert went down a treat.
23:50hrs: I woke, wanting a wee-wee, that felt rather urgent. No time for a preamble, I manipulated my colossal-wobbly stomached torso from the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner. I hobbled over to the with the greatest of speed available to me, to take a wee-wee.
Not only that, but I felt drained of energy afterwards? Something amiss here? The thought of the treatment and put-downs I had suffered on my last visit to the Oncologist, was enough, to encourage me not to call them, but to wait to see how things develop, first. (How dare she tell me to stop drinking Glengettie tea and go onto the crap-tasting decaffeinated type!) Hehehe! 
I washed the dandies and got the kettle on. Made up some waste bags and got them in the box on the three-wheeler-walking guide. The box seems to have got filled-up a lot quicker than it normally does? I may have made the bags up a little too large to fit in the chute? Humph!
I tended to the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer. At least the SYS was a tad lower than yesterday, the pulse was up a fair bit, mind at 91, compared to yesterdays 87 reading.
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer was down a smidge, but within range, I think, at 36.5°c, it was in the green anyway. I like this machine, it is quick and easy to use. Of course, now I’ve said that; somethings bound to go wrong!
left in it to use, I still got the biggest part of it down the cheeks. Tsk! 
thought I’d still take a Dioctyl® 100mg Poo-Softener capsule, just the one. 
damned Microsoft Pictures Ap was not having it again! I wrangled a way of getting them in from the plug-in in the end. Heck of a mess about! 
I went to make a mug of Glengettie, and I took these photographs through the light & view-blocking kitchen window. The first a wide shot that didn’t come out as it showed in the Nikon viewer’s window. However, I thought I saw a fire on the horizon! 
I zoomed in to get a clearer picture (Okay, I failed). But it did look like a fire was burning, and a decent-sized one too! 
I opened the YourNottingham news magazine and had a look to see if any news of a fire was on it. I found this disappointing Covid figures for Nottingham.
I got dressed and off into the kitchen to sort out the last waste bag. 
chute room. 
lobby window before entering the chute room. 
opening on, some folks tend to put loose large waste into the funnel, and so many blockages last year, proved very costly to unblock. 
but was turning to train as I snapped the pictures. 
doing the Health Checks. 
The Sphygmomanometer, Chinese made, and sold by Boot’s, was well up on last Friday, at SYS 178 (158), DIA 84 (76) and the pulse was down at 72 (88). If the SYS stays high over the weekend, I’ll mention it to Nurse Hristina on Monday. That’s a point, will she be calling, cause it is near Christmas, 
I’ll check the result log for last week.
r Fries’ Liberty Global Virgin Internet was dead. 
I was just making a start on the blog, and the Iceland man cometh. Looks like I’ve overdone it here?
I got the things unpacked and stored away, the fridge and freezer are well stocked once again. 
I got the minced beef in the crock-pot to cook slowly, then I can add it to the chilli for my dinner this evening, or afternoon, or whenever I get the time and inclination.
Rechecked on the mince. I had a taste and made some more gravy and added it. I’m now getting a red colour, but only in the juice. This is confusing. Not that I was bothered, it either comes out alright or not. Now I’m getting into the accepting mode again?
I made another brew, Thompsons Punjana this time, and used the milk that had just been delivered. Do you see the size of the bottle? I felt sure I had only ordered a small one. 
I checked on the Google Calendar to make sure of the foot appointment time.
Got the handwashing done, just two pairs of diabetic bamboo socks. I then got the feet washed, even though I did them earlier, it’s not fair on the toe-cutter; thus, I eliminated any pongs she may otherwise have had to put up with. (Oh, I am a good boy!)
Tuesday and Fridays at the flats for us. 
Back up to the flat, checked the minced beef. Had a nibble, and it was alright. So I transferred the pot’s contents to the large saucepan on the hob and got the oven warming for later after the toenails had been done, and I can get the part-baked rolls in it. 
They arranged for another visit and booked it for 12th February for another nail-cutting job. A card was given to me, but with me wearing different clothes, I feared I may forget about the cards and putting the date in my calendar. 
My only aim when I got in, was getting the Chilli-Con-Carne done and scoffing it! Put the rolls in the ready-heated oven, and warmed the saucepan. Ten minutes later, I was serving up the feast!
01:30hrs: I woke gently this morning for once. I lay in the same distorted, wonky position I woke-up in and pondered: will I be up to making the meal for Josie? ‘Yes, I feel better than last night!’ Aha, a positive answer to myself! That was a good start! 
I got the kettle on and did the Health Checks. The Harpin Xian Di Thermometer, gave a good body temperature out, a decent again, same for the third day on the trot, in the green, 36.7°c. Well, at least one things gone right up to now. Hahaha!
The Boot’s Sphygmomanometer then showed up with slightly better readings than yesterday. SYS at 159. SIA 81, and the pulse had gone down to 84. 
I posted it off to WordPress. Pinterested a couple of photos, and sent off the Email link. Then caught up on Facebooking. 
Taking this photo with the socks on, makes the leg look almost normal, dunnit? Hehehe! 
course. Cribblebogangonies! 
I got the hand-washing done, wrung and hung on the hangers to drip-dry above the sink. I made a bit of a mess that called for the floor and sink to be dried up as well. Hump and Thunderglobberisations! 
I got back and did the cleaning up from the cooking, and got myself back on the computer. 
see that 21,502 new cases were recorded yesterday! Oh, dear! 
I got the nosh started, and served up.
01:15hrs: I stirred, shuffled, and a blasting emission from the read end that set Harolds Haemorrhoids stinging convinced me to escape out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. I caught my balance and limped to the wet room and the awaiting the Porcelain Throne. 
But regrettably, things didn’t go well at all in there this morning! I was in plenty of time and seated my rhinoceros but wobbly -shaped body down, and in anticipation of a long session, like yesterday’s, I grabbed the crossword book, like yesterday. I wasn’t disappointed!
Trotsky Terence was again thrashed by Constipation Konrad in the PTDDS (Porcelain Throne Daily Domination Stakes). The pain grew worse as things kept starting and stopping mid-stream several times. When the evacuation finally and blissfully stopped, there lied a rock-solid light grey torpedo, steaming and proudly ticking-up out of the water, fin end up! Gawd, what a relief! How in hell, that monster was cleared with one flush, I’ll never know? 
not to mention the errors, bad choices, and… I’d better stop, there are too many woebegone, voodooed, hapless, Jonah-like and ill-fated things to mention. Haha!) 
And the body temperature was once again very fair indeed! 
I took a moody shot of the view from the unwanted, disliked, impossible to get cleaned, kitchen windows. I tried to get the Christmas light in it, and the street lights that gave me the impression, that I’d soon see the Three-Wise-Men coming into view. Hahaha!
Unbelievable!
They sent to packs of pods, without any seals of them! When I opened the first one, without my realising, (they are always transparent)
The pills and capsule bounded, shot and flew out all over the place! Some ending up on the floor, I found others on the recliner, others on the floor! Two in the hallway, two in waste bin! I ended up painfully bending on my knees to gather up as many as I could, but there were and still are five absentees that escaped and hid somewhere they are not to be found! 
A second-summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. With a sort of panicky-dread, I got the wetroom and found that exactly (almost) the same type of evacuation was suffered, as the first one! But the whole thing was over so much quicker this time. 
I decided to get some belated breakfast. I pot noodle with added gravy, and the last three slices of bread thins. Nae matter, I’ve got some part-baked baguettes to use. I must get a food order done later on. 
2DA), this happens, and I bounce down to depression Defcon Three! Hahaha! One thing though, as I anticipated, mt leaving the scourer on the floor overnight, has made it look worse than ever now. Tsk! Always summat int there?
in BBQ sauce, and my world-famous cheesy potatoes… well, Josie, Jane and Pete like them?
myself. Hehehe! 
Took the photo of the end car park at the side of the flats. Oddly, all the vehicles in view were either red or black. The Mafia, and the FBI, came to mind? 