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Wednesday 30th December 2020
Irish: Dé Céadaoin 30 Nollaig 2020
00:00hrs: As I woke, half-hanging out of the recliner, with the bottled water, headphones, woolly-hat, spectacles, pen and pad and other bits on the floor around the chair, there were little bits of the dream I must have been having, milling about in my head…
I was determined to write down the thoughts, and I attempted to get free of the recliner, up on my feet and get down to pick up the pen and pad, to record the memories. Things did not work out as planned, though!
In my haste, I got up too quickly, and without catching my balance. Crumpled to the floor on my knees. Unfortunately, setting-off RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) and CC (Cartilage Cathy) hurting. The thoughts of getting the pad were lost, replaced with the task of getting myself back up on my feet. Tsk!
By the time I’d managed to get back up, with the assistance of the heavy recliner as a lifting aid, and had used the picker-upperer to get the articles dropped in the night, any residue of memories of the dream were long gone into the ether! Fungleboggles! I was well miffed with myself now! Mind you, I did find the missing TV remote control while I was down there!
The need for a wee-wee arrived, so over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) for an SSAO (Sprinkly-Spraying-All-Over) mode wee. With SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicking into gear as I did so, it was a miracle that I managed without and spillages!
So, I’ve been up for around five-minutes – A tumble onto my knees, CC, and RAI giving me grief, then SSS joins in, a pathetic wee-wee, and now I’ve just stubbed my toe taking the bucket to be sanitised!
And now, I think I’ve set Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding. This is not the sort of start to the day that bodes well, is it?
Still, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. A man of my calibre, youthful exuberance, and happy-go-lucky outlook. “Huh!”
I took photos of the moon, which came out decentish, for me.
Made a brew of Glengettie, and got the computer going, and had a wee. The wee-wee was of a different mode this time – a little stronger than the first weak one, but it went on, and on and on!
During the first hour or so on the computer. The eyes started running, I started sneezing, then coughing, back to sneezing, then had a visit from Dizzy-Dennis. Saccades-Sandra is also playing up this morning. After the 60-minutes or so, the sneezing and coughing stopped completely?
I got the photos on CorelDraw from yesterday, and then in WordPress, and got the Wednesday blog all done. Sent it off to WordPress. Emailed the link. Pinterested a couple of graphics. Then did the Facebook updating. On to the WP Reader next. Again, not much on with it being the holidays, but there’s some great stuff posted.
Made myself a mug of 99 tea, and read assessed the emails. I was glad that I read the one from Iceland, for they are arriving tomorrow, not today now. Same slot, 06:00 > 08:00hrs.
I’ve no problem with that. I can rearrange my meets with President Biden and Her Majesty for a later time. Hehehe!
Then I had a look at the Nottingham, and Nottinghamshire email magazines, to see if anything interesting was on it today.
The latest figures for Nottingham was not up to date, because of the holiday period, obviously.
The national Patients Admitted graph looked like a bit of a spike is developing, 
after a dip?
I received this mornings edition of Nottinghamshire Today, and I found this article about the local and National Coronavirus figures.
Then, like lightning, (Well, that’s me all over, Haha!) I realised that I had not done yet done the morning 
Health Checks! Sad innit? The SYS was a bit of a shock, at 180, I’m sure I’ll implode or explode any time now!
I still can’t believe that when the hospital, paramedics or Doctor takes readings, it’s always, but always in range! Grumph!
Of course, it could be Woodthorpe Court’s mysteries; the phantoms, kelpies, 
spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, daemons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, or gremlins?
Still, the body temperature came out alright.
On with the dating of this bog, then decided some brekkers would be a good idea. A Jenny supplied pickled egg, halloumi sticks and a Cornish pastie. A fair feast I found veritably tasty!
Summonings to the 
Porcelain Throne arrived. Apart from losing a fair bit of blood, things went well enough. I got the ablutions done at the same time. Which went well, a few dropsies, no more than ten, mind. Two decent sessions! The legs were looking good too.
However, drying off I did find a new, what looked like a Clopidogrel allergy mark. Its was only cause it was itching and hurting when scratched that I investigated further.
Can you guess from the photograph where I found it: Clues: Not a place that is easy to look at physically – Had to take the picture blind, cause I couldn’t see it visually – Near a joint, affected by an ailment! Not easy is it?
When I came out of the wet from into the kitchenette, there had been a slight covering of snow while I was ablutioning. Took this picture from the unliked, light and view-blocking window.
Then back on the computer to try and get 
some graphics done. The internet was so slow and causing problems. I phoned Jenny, to wish a happy new year and see how she, Nora and Frank, were doing. They seemed okay, Jenny was pragmatic, is the word methinks, about the current situation.
I got some waste bags done up, took them to the chute, and the big bag down to the caretaker’s bin.
On the way back up in the lift, it shuddered a little for a few seconds. Of course, this didn’t bother a heroic, brave, devil-may-care, outgoing young man like me at all.
No worries, shocks, involuntary escapages of wind from the rear-end, fears, or cheek-pinching. Nor, saying to myself “Hello, this is it!” Hahaha!
I tried getting the three-wheeler-guide in through the flat door, going backwards this time: It was so much easier to get the trolley in and over the high door tread with the double wheels ahead. That’s it, I’m coming in backwards in future! See? I can sometimes get things right with my plans and schemes – I did it once in October 1959 as I recall!
The weariness dawned earlier than ever today, and Duodenal Donald kicked-off for the first time in ages. I made a snack of some soup and the last of the bread…
But in the morning, I had problems with the SD card, it had split! So I lost all the other photographs on it as well! There were about 2,100 on it. Gragnangles and Grogglebonksworth!
And it got worse, when I tried to put the Canon card in, the computer said it needed formatting and would lose everything on it if it was done? I know there were over 2000 photos on that one as well – I opted to format, and the computer said it was ‘Unable to format this disc!’ I was shattered! I put the disc in the Canon camera, and that gave a formatting option automatically – so I pressed ‘Yes’, and the camera said something, but the screen cleared before I could read it properly. I took out the disc, put it back in, restarted the camera, and the option came up again, and I pressed ‘OK’… it did it, but of course, I lost all of the photographs.
I took a picture or two to try it, and it worked. Then put the disc in the reader, prayed… and the picture thingy came up, and I uploaded the photos post haste. Not happy with this cock-up, and will try not to mention it again, I’ll skip round it in tomorrows blog, the memory is too painful. If you don’t mind. It hurt to write this, and I don’t want to repeat it and bring back memories. Sob!
I got the pots washed, rinsed and down in the recliner, to the depths of depression and self-pity. Spit!
Such fascinating memories! Ahem!
Head-down 21:30hrs. At 23:10hrs: I shot awake, and the brain soon joined me. Whatever the sudden expergefactor was for this, I do not know! But I did know I could not ignore that something had woken me, and I had to get up and have a look around for any signs of danger, calamity, or risk, that might be lurking. I needed a wee-wee anyway.
I made an inspection of sorts of the flat, room by room. The Hallway apart from being untidy had no indications of anything out of order.
As I was getting the kettle on, (and this must have looked the most comical speed-hobble I’d ever done) the movement from the rear-end began to flow of its own accord on the limp to the wet room, I hit my shoulder on the door frame, knocked the clothes off of the coat hangers in the hall onto the floor, and stubbed the same toe as I did yesterday against the heater!
I distinctly recall thinking, ‘Well fancy that!’, as I scrambled onto the much-needed Porcelain Throne! Cough, cough!
The first one I used the Nightime Panorama, the second was done in Auto mode. 
The stomach was beginning to rumble and churn again, I didn’t think it would be long until the Throne was needed again. (Where’s it coming from?) 
I’ve not the least knowledge of?) Reading through the other writing on the pad, I realised I had not done the Health checks! 
than in the eye. Huh! I was beginning to think I was losing it today! 
Aha, the second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. There was nae bother this time. I got there in plenty of time, a repeat of the first visit, but less of it. Hehe! 
I took a few pictures. 
I moved the nearly dried quilt, over the server on wheels trolley, and moved it close to the storage heater, to let it get dried enough. 
Then I spotted a can of sausage and bean stew, that appealed even more to me. Because I vaguely recall trying it before and enjoying it. Of course, relying on what I remember is not a guarantee of anything! But, I took the decision to try it today. I took a decision a few weeks ago, you know, oh, yes!
Of to the kitchen and got the can opened without any fuss A ring-pull!
sausages to add to the pan. Cunning eh?
The head was getting more confused now, so I gave up on the blogging and prepared the meal. I did some sausages in the oven, and added them to the saucepan, along with some Squid vinegar, and a tin of chilli beans. It came out alright, a Taste Rating of 7/10. 
01:10hrs: I woke after a rather sad, just under three hours of sleep. Robotically, I climbed falteringly out of the egregious, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, oh, so sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, and caught my balance easily enough. No calls for a wee-wee!
I turned the computer on. Argh! The greatly dreaded, much-feared, trying, and gut-wrenching ‘Blue Screen’ came up mid-way through its loading! 
As it restarted. It seemed to take a long time, during which I waited patiently… no, that a lie! – I panicked, fretted and prayed for a successful outcome!
‘Phew!’ It started up okay then! I gingerly opened up the Firefox internet, then the CorelDraw, and things seemed to be working in a normal fashion. I cheered up exponentially but did not go into any Smug-Mode, not until I was sure things would work right again. Boy, was I relieved and glad! 
Grobleknackerbangles! 
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, showing a temperature of 36.7°c. 
I got the finished blog sent off to WordPress. Replied to some emails, and made another brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time. (Two more wee-wees?) 
tried to retake a decent photograph. This one came out much better than the first effort. Then I took an unzoomed shot in Nightime panorama mode. I’d hoped the clouds I could just make-out in the sky would be captured, but no!
Another mug of tea was fancied, so I went and made a cup of Glengettie. On the way back to the computer, Argh! I stubbed a toe! A pretty good effort it was, on the wheel of the swivel chair. 
manipulated the Nikon camera, with dexterity, or just good luck. I managed to get a shot of the offending pain giving whatever it was. Anybodies guess, but I’ll stick with it being a … well, it looks like a boil or furuncle. The discharge from it overnight had been captured in the PPs, so no bother there.
I did a lot of blogging, email reading and sorting, got rid of some unwanted photos from the SD cards, and potatoes. The wee-wees were going on strike. And I took this photo after the rain had stopped altogether.
Late, for me, at 03:45hrs,
I hauled my cumbersomely flabby-bellied body from the depths of the now looking like collapsing, unsteady, c1968 recliner to get my balance to go for a wee-wee. I soon realised that CCs, (Cartilage Cathy’s) patella needed adding to the list of my being-naughty ailments. Still, it made for a bit of change in my usual limping and hobbling style as I made for the wet room. Where another surprise awaited me, a good one! Well, more, actually. 
I got the medicalisationing tackled, starting with the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops, the Carmellose eye drops, into the eye, and down my cheeks, over the moustache and into my mouth, as normal. The Docusate Sodium medicine, Dioctyl® 100mg Poo-Softener, and the morning medications were taken. 
I got the computer on, and had a long job again, cause I had to load and sort out the evening sky photographs. Although it wasn’t my skills that made these snaps so good, I still got an inkling of pride that they came out alright for once. My particular favourite was this one on the right. a grand mixture of light and dark patches, the grey clouds visible higher up in the sky. The yellow strip… I liked this one. 
Doing the medicationalising after drying off, (I knew this would happen one day!) applying the Gemoloid ointment, and damned SSS kicked off, at just the most inopportune time! I started Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding profusely. Still, it’s the first time she’s done that. (I’m talking to an ailment again here, is there no chance for me?
later, I will put on a pair of the old PP’s, that will cope easily with it. It’s a life innit! 
that, and I put some snaps on Pinterest. Then as I went on to Facebook, the landline flashed. It was Brother-in-Law Pete, asking about the blog link he’s not received yet. I explained about the long day yesterday and told him I was about to send it. We had a little natter, I enjoy them, you know. 
Got the job done and emailed the link. Then got a little brekkers to nibble. 
Then realised I’d not done the BP and temperature. (Twit!) So I did them. The temperature was spot-on again. Things are going so well this morning, compared to how they usually go, I was considering upgrading mt Smug-Mode to Grade-B. Hahaha!
during which I up[dated the Personal word Dictionary on Excel, the pile pains were joined by Anne Gyna’a stinking right across the chest. 
A quick search for the latest Covid-19 figures, locally.
garden peas, the last of the little tomatoes and a Jenny-supplied pickled egg. 
My interest in football was rekindled. (It was fading when Brian Clough retired, then dissipated altogether) I borrowed this photo from the BBC, I hope they don’t mind. Villa’s second goal. 
I mused over the airing rack at the medications and pondered over the best way to arrange things, so I do not forget to put the five, and four a day eye drops in. Then thought about a way – or tried to think about a way I can assure I’ll stop missing the evening medications. The thinking and planning lasted about 30 seconds. 
The Boot’s Chinese made in Hong Kong Sphygmomanometer, gave another high reading of 160 for the SYS. I still can’t believe that three medical professionals told me on Sunday that the BP was just fine, one of them actually, said it was perfect? 
Harold’s Haemorrhoids were going through the grind with these hard evacuations, gave them some extra ointment this morning.
As I was putting the slipper on, I noticed how calm the ankle was looking again. I wonder if the usual ailments have noticed the new intruders, the eye and diabetes, and are taking it easy with me? 
Jentacular thoughts came to mind. I went to the kitchen to look in the overflowing fridge to see if I fancied anything in p[articular. Not-half! I made up a plate of mini-pork and pickle pies. A disc of Marmite cheese, black grapes, tomatoes, a pickled egg, and strawberry yoghourt. Took it with me to the computer, and had half-an-hour watching YouTube. 
23:55hrs: I didn’t really wake from my slumber, per se, as I never got to sleep properly. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up so many times in one night in my life. A minute here, a few in dreamland, and almost shooting awake so often. Very annoying, and not helpful at all! 
I got on with updating the Saturday Diary, it didn’t take long cause so little happened. Hehe! Here are the photos of the meals that I missed off on the blog. (Sad, innit?) 
dunk in the suffusion! Then the minced beef and potato letters. I made a cock-up of the three-letter word I wanted to put on it, though. It should have been ‘OOPS’ to mock how the day ended for me. It wasn’t until I uploaded the photo that I realised I’d put Poo (I ate the S’, but still, there’s a connection I suppose?
The SYS was higher again!
Another massive Torpedo slowly escaped. However, it was not as long, bloody, or painful as yesterdays, I’m glad to report! 
No one had warned me about how things in the human waste removals bladder and bowel departments would get to be so embarrassing, harassing, cringe-making, frustrating and complicated, not to mention so painful, when one gets older. Or how tremendously easy it will be, to get your medications mixed-up. Or, the selection of ailments and disabilities one may collect in one’s dotage. Like vicious haemorrhoids, new ticker-valve fitted, duodenal ulcers, going deaf, arthritis, cramps, peripheral neuropathy, colour-blindness, a stroke, lack of mobility, all your favourite foods will be barred by the doctors: Brassica [brussel sprouts, kale, cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, turnip, collard, watercress etc.] Sweetcorn, cranberries, cakes, biscuits etc. Not to mention diabetes, reflux valve sticking, Nerve ends and neurotransmitters dying, to mention a few that I have knowledge of. 
Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer? Huh!
I made a mug of Glengettie tea, then began making notes to prompt me later on the events as they had occurred.
All was going well until it came to shaving, and what I saw in the shaving mirror. 
I did notice that the ankle ulcer had almost disappeared, and the pasty feet looked much better.
NHS 111 for some advice about the eye. 
I was dropped off in the Eye Casualty & Laser Clinic waiting room. Where I waited in the wheelchair. 
No pen or crossword book, they lay in the three-wheeler guide bag at home, Humph! But I had put the little Canon Camera in my pocket. I sneaked it out twice during the wait to get seen. Only in the receptions area, among the do’s and don’t list on the wall, was taking photographs, filming or recordings.
Clambering to get my blubbery body in a wobbly chair to get my chin on the examination machine, I clouted my left leg on a metal corner. Excrement! Gonna be a bruise there in the morning. Humph! 
I called on Josie, to advise her I was back and say how sorry I was to miss doing her nosh. 
Manufactured in the Republic of Ireland: The Carmellose (Evolve®) eye-drops contains Carmellose (Carboxymethyicelulose sodium), Glycerin, Sodium Chloride Dihydrate, Potassium Chloride, Magnesium Chloride Hexahydrate, Boric Acid, and water.
I got the plate of meatballs, beef pasties and halloumi sticks served up. No trimmings, I wasn’t up to being fancy tonight.
01:25hrs: I stirred into an ersatz form of semi-life, my not wanting to, with great reluctance… for not only did I need the Porcelain Throne, but I realised I’d only I been in the land of nod for about two hours! 
To my amazement, everything cleared at the first single flushing? No doubt about it, Constipation Konrad was the easy winner of today’s DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle with Trotsky Terence, for domination.
I got cleaned up and treated Harolds piles to a wash and gently applied some Germoloid ointment. Ahh, that was good! Unfortunately, I dropped the tube and bent straight down to retrieve it, when I should have used the picker-upperer… The bruise on the shoulder triggered SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) off! Cragnanglingeckers! 
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!
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00:15hrs: After a good solid 4 hours of heavenly bliss in the arms of Sweet Morpheus, I stirred with the need of a wee-wee, followed seconds later with an urge to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
But it didn’t bother me, I’m used to such things happening, I merely smiled to myself, laughed, and… Oh, alright! I cringed, pulled faces, silently swore, and lay there (I considered crying) feeling the warm wet sensation coming from my beleaguered piles into the Protection Pants! 
This caused a semi-panic mode, and I somehow or other got back up, carefully but as quickly as I dare, caught my balance, and ‘Oh, so painfully’ hobbled to the toilet. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do first, but the wee-wee won, as I sat down, I got the crossword book out. As the tinkling from the weak wee-weeing began, I had a look at the first crossword clue, that was as far as I got with it – the rear-end evacuation started and finished in about a minute! 
Medicated and sanitised the low rear end, and then medicated with the Germoloid ointment. Opened another pack of too small Tena’s I got from Amazon after Sainsbury’s had substituted the wrong sized too-small PPs. That didn’t work, did it! I’m a lucky bugger!
The Harpin Xian Di thermometer read as 36.3°c. 
I got the hand-washing done, wrung and hung. Only did a woolly hat and the pair of yesterdays socks.
I got down to the ground floor and through the attractive, highly decorative, homely lift lobby. Hehehe! Can’t be helped, the decorators are in.
I am a fool!) 
I then hand a limp around the back of Winchester Court, to take a photo showing part of the Woodthorpe Grange Park greenery. 
The upgrading that started in 2017 will shortly be finished, I hope. And the toes were not hurting so much now. This would soon change into a persistent pain syndrome, the more I walked! Ah, well, serves me right! 
I put the shopping away and got the much-needed nosh sorted. A feast of sorts this one, and contained, Crispy bacon, mini pork pie, ready-mase BLT sarnie, pickled cabbage and egg, beetroot, a Marmite cheese disc, and the last of the potato letters. I suppose it was I felt so drained and was feeling ravenous after the hobbling about, that I gave this an 8.5/10 for flavour! Even though I couldn’t eat it all up.
00:15hrs: I rose resiliently resisting Roger Reflux’s rumblings, and regained my balance, and rambled to the bucket for a wee-wee. Another weak, restricted affair. 
. Then got the Harpin Xian Di Thermometer, and took my temperature, as you do with thermometers, I’ve noticed this. The reading was a fine 36.7°c and in the green. 
As I was putting down the machine after picturing it, as Nicolas’s Neurotransmitters lost touch with the brain, and I nearly dropped 
Off to the kitchen and got the kettle on, and made a Glengettie Gold brew this time. 
Terence to take over at the Porcelain Throne session. Did you see that?
Messages came up from the ‘Cloud’, which baffled me a bit, I usually would have ignored them and hoped it wasn’t anything important. But not today, in my high spirits… 
A shame, though, cause I seem to have made a right mess of things. The MS Picture thingy keeps not working now. I’ve got everything changed to working in Inches as well. And the reader drive has stopped working altogether. Was I bothered? Nope! (Later on, it got to me, mind!)
Drying off, that went well, no dropsies or knocking owt over. Anf the stubbed toe looked much improved, despite the second stubbing. It had changed to the traditional blue colouring, I noticed, from the odd brown when it first happened yesterday, Hey-Ho! 
I was still in a better than average mood, though, maybe not for long. Hehe!
Then an even bigger cock-up! I’d burnt the chilli and peas at the bottom of the pan. 
The slightly overcooked bread and the burnt Chill-Con-Carne turned out to be one of the tastiest I’ve ever made! I gave this one a flavour rating of 8.5/10! The oven-baked baguette and rolls came out spot-on! The gravy added, and amount of mild chilli powder worked a treat too! At last, a successful, Chilli nosh fitting for my tastes was made! (Although trying to repeat it, will need finely-tuned burning, singing and overcooking that may be challenging to get right again. Haha!)
I resettled in the recliner and readied myself to enjoy a Devils Kitchen episode. No, I take that back, it was a Ramsay one, Kitchen Nightmare, not that it mattered what it was called, for at the first batch of adverts, sweet Morpheous arrived, and I had peace and bliss for four solid, uninterrupted hours! Heavenly!
The scrawl on the paper was hard to decipher. Bits I could make out were, ‘dreams put in the blog’ and ‘wee-weeing…’ But unfortunately memories of having the dreams I’d apparently had were lost into the ether. They must have been interesting, or I would not have made the regrettably unreadable comments on the pad. Shame!
I went through the routine of getting up, catching the balance easily enough this morning. Noticing that the ankle ulcer was clearing up so quickly (Not complaining). The papule underneath the left foot was still tender, even though it had grown back on the bottom of the foot. 
I tended to the Health Checks first. 
get it to work today, and worked on the third effort: The SYS was still a little too high, but it’s been worse many a time. 
Then I opened the letter. It was an eight paged A4 notification, from HMG (Her Majesties Government), Department of Health & Social Care. It consisted of the following: Guidance for the festive period – Shielding – Access to health & care – Important Information about Covid-19 – Access to Additional Support – Vitamin D supplements – Socialising -Care & Support – Tier 1, 2, and three rules to follow – Going to the shops and Pharmacy regulations. Whether or not I will live long enough to read and digest it all, is questionable.
But, Hatt Mancock’s… sorry, Matt Hancock’s end quote of “We will Continue To Support You in your efforts to keep yourself & others safe!” gave me a warm-glow of bile, that did. 
I assume he may be talking about my not getting my prescriptions without a battle on the phone each month with the Chemist I must not visit, to get them delivered? Or being unable to get my toe-nails cut? Or the cancelled Oncologist – Cardiothoracic – Endocrinologist – Pulmonologist – Neurologist – Urologist and Audiologist cancellations? 
Or maybe as is likely, he’s more working towards the next general election than actually bothered about us all. He feels a bit of creeping and ersatz care pretending now, belatedly shown will ensure the votes? Who knows? You can’t blame him! Hahaha! 
I took regular breaks over the.. wait for it… seven-hours I spent, getting the templates finished! The first being for some brekkers, of sorts. I had a pot noodle, and some nuts to nibble.
Turned everything off computer-wise, to let it cool down, and got the ablutions done
The session went safely enough, dropsies of course, and just the one nick shaving. 
I got the unopened old but ere new when I bought them, trousers on. They were classed as brown, but only just. Hehe! 
snuggly. Other than that, they were fine. Oh, and the back pocket had a hole in it!
Back to the templating. I got the computer going again, and got a message telling me that the hard drive is running low in space. I’ve no idea where the message came from, Microsoft, Google or the computer. After a few moments of frowning and fretting – the message disappeared? 
I took a breather, of sorts when it started to be a grind, rather than pleasure, in doing the CorelDrawing. 
I got the bags down, in the process gaining a pretty deep blue bruise on the knuckles as I trapped the hand as the lid shot back closed.
Back to the templating again. I worked through uninterrupted for a few more hours. Got the templates finally finished and began thinking of what to have for my nosh. As I nosied around to see what was available, favouring doing the meatballs and potato shapes, to help clear the freezer, then I can free Jenny’s space up and fetch the meatballs she has kindly stored in her freezer for me. 
The sky was changing as I farted-about making a right mess in preparing 
the cooking. Nicolas’ Neurotransmitter had been so kind all day. Still, it now was causing some dangerous situation with the oven and saucepan, like. 
I got the fodder l plated, and was amazed at the fact that I’d just made this meal! I was so, out-of-it, and drained? I must have engaged auto-pilot—a taste-rating of 7/10.