Sunday 8th March 2020
Galician: Domingo 8 de Marzo de 2020
00:35hrs: I stirred into semi-consciousness, greeted by what at first sounded like a giant butterfly fluttering? But it turned out to be a combination of ‘The Hum’ and Flatulent Frank, who was also giving the impression of being a none-stop balloon going down! No sense of needing the Throne though, but the wind rippled out almost continually! Well, it made a change. Hehe!
A wee-we demand arrived, I removed my body from the £300, second-hand, not-working recliner. I rose easily enough on to my feet, caught my balance, got the stick and wobbled over to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket), and took an SSPT (Short-Sharp-Painless-Trickling) wee-wee. (the first of many this morning!)
I assessed the ailments en route to the kitchen. Things looked and felt good. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Back-Pain-Brenda, Saccades Sandra, Kidneys Kevin, Colin-Cramps, Harold Haemorrhoids, and Little Inchies Fungal Lesion were all on strike I think! Shaking Shaun, with the assistance of Necodemus’s Neuoransmitters were the only things that concerned me at the moment. 
Pro-Tem Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Got the kettle on the boil, and decided to take a shot of the morning view from the unwanted, disliked, light and view-blocking, unable to get at for cleaning, photography-preventing-hating, thick-framed windows. For once it came out not-to-bad. The wind was strong.
I got the boiling water in the mug and left the Thompsons teabag to soak. Went to get the medications for taking, rubbing-in and massaging, and I noticed for the first time, that pain gels sent this time, were of different names, other than that, the box’s were identical, as were the ingredients!
Not to worry though, this didn’t matter, for I had a more significant task now! Sorting out all the loose tablets that have fallen out of their day boxes and got mixed up, in the blister packs. At least this is an improvement of leaving me for five days without any medications at all. Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2DA are such little teasers, the monkeys!
As I turned to get the mug of tea to take into the computer room. I never take things that need two hands, for fear of the shakes coming on and dropping summat. Back-pain Brenda and Kidneys Kevin both started off, and so painfully, stab-stab from both of them, it worried me for a second or two. But they both eased off, and it came bearable within a few minutes. Strange that? I can’t say that Flatulent Frank eased off any, though!
I got some graphicalisation done. Sound so easy when you type it, but it took me three hours to do four of them. Then, as I was posting them on WordPress to use later, I realised that I’d put a wrong name on one – so had to make another one with the right name on it, and remove the wrong one! Thunderably-Thick-Fool!
I went to make another brew and have a wee-wee Still of the SSPT (Short-Sharp-Painless-Trickling) fashion!
I took a photograph of roughly the same area as earlier again. I did this one with Nightime Panorama option selected. Made a most-tasty mug of Glengettie Gold tea, and for some reason,. I became addicted and enjoyed it so much.
Unfortunately, there followed several hours of my making a brew as soon as the previous one was drunk or got cold, always interposed with a couple of tiny wee-wees? Oh, dearie me! Klutz!
A determined effort to get the Saturday blog updated was tackled. Hours lost again! Well, not lost, cause I enjoyed it. Posted it off. Then, I realised that I must have left the mobile in my jacket pocket, perhaps? So I got up and fetched it, Back-Pain-Brenda was not too happy with me. I placed it on the 1962 built cabinet where the computer and broken printer sits. There is a space in front of it where the phone sites snugly and handy if it rings, and I can hear it close-by. (It did once, last October I believe) Haha!
Went the WordPress Reader, then Pinterested a couple of pictures. Hour or so later, the Text message noise sounded on the mobile, I put my hand out, and there it was gone! What? Have I had another blank-spell? Has Letholgica Luther had a go at me? Surely this cannot be? It’s sporadic for me to be positive about anything lately. But, I was unequivocal, irrefragable, I put the phone there earlier!
Then, not being the sharpest knife in the drawer, it dawned on me; Hang on you heard the beeping noise, it has to be somewhere close? Well, I looked at the most obvious place first, Looked in the waste bin. Nope! The floor and under the cabinet. Nope. (Mind you, there was a red-ink pen, a 10p coin, a dried-up postage stamp [Second-Class], and a screw to the mirror that I ended up throwing away because I couldn’t find the screw to mend it with! I never dreamt I’d end up like this, somehow, I expected to avoid going round-the-bend and losing it! Just shows yer!
Undeterred, and with a fresh-vigour, I opened every drawer and cupboard. Checked my pockets. On the bookshelves nearby. Nope! I had a hobble around searching on the floor BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), getting more and more annoyed with me. I even went back to the coat to see if I’d had a ‘Funny-Turn’ and couldn’t remember taking it back. Nope!
I had a wee-wee, then made a brew of Thompson’s tea, and returned to the computer. I think there might be some minor-justification for my earlier idiocy… The mobile lay in the waste bin underneath where the phone was, and I’d looked there first! But I didn’t have a feel around inside! The mobile is also black. And an old small one. And I can search for hours for defences, reasons, excuses… But it’s no good. What a Schlub, Schmuck and Schnook!
I’m up for adoption if anyone is interested? Partially house-trained! An excellent maker of cheesy-potatoes? Willing to pet-sit! I’ve got a free-bus-pass? My own walking sticks and picker-uppers! A three and a four-wheeled walker? Tons of old junk for you to play with! It’s not working, is it? All this trying to encourage someone to take me in? Humph!
Ah, well, I found the mobile phone! But I can’t find out how to get to the messages, and I did it yesterday! Oy-oy-oy!
I put the computer to sleep mode, then got on with the handwashing next.
The jammie bottoms, long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of socks. You wouldn’t believe the mess I got myself into doing it. Anyone who knows me would. Oh, well! Here goes, I’ll tell you! I dropped the bowl and spilt water over me and the floor! I dropped the hangar with the just-washed and wrung heavy jammie bottoms, and back down into the bowl they went to get soaked again! My final Accifauxpas was, I slipped on the water and cracked my right knee against the cupboard door corner! The worst thing about this incident, was because Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters had failed, there was very little pain at all, which means, when they come back on-line so’s to speak, I’ll be in for it when the message about the knock gets to the brain! But I was all calm and collected about these things, and did not allow myself to get agitated nor annoyed… no, I’m lying there! Sorry!
Having got the kitchen semi-cleaned up, I hobbled off to the wetroom to get the ablutions sorted out. Before I could start stripping off, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. But I couldn’t have been in a better location than stood right it, could I? Hahaha!
Well, it was back to the blocked inner-pipes type session! The crossword book was well used, as I waited for some movement to start. I did well actually. I got three answers on a puzzle I’ve been doing for months on and off, leaving only one more needed! When the action began, I hung on to the crossword book. Which was used for another five minutes or so before the half-way-house evacuation burst forth, and oh so painfully! As I got up[ on my pins, the pain from the knee-knocking in the kitchen got through to the brain, I decided to take things steady, the last thing I need is another tumble.
I could hardly believe it, the teggies and shaving went painlessly and bloodlessly. Fair enough, there were a few dropsies. I got under the shower, and Dizzy Dennis paid a visit, but I half-expected him and had measured the distance to the grab rails, so no bother, and he soon left.
I was rather pleased with how things went, no, I should say, I was well-pleased with how I coped! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
I got dressed, I had to, for delivering Josie’s meal. Haha! I then concentrated just on getting Josie’s nosh cooked and prepared. It took about an hour, plus a few minutes washing up after the delivery by Josie’s Sunday Chef (Me!) A good one I hope this week: Parsnips, carrots, garden peas, tomatoes, fish sticks, tuna in brine with mayonnaise mixed in, beetroot. The cheesy-potatoes (I made enough for me have some reheated later), were spot on-the-button (I thought anyway when I tried some). I used Leicester extra-strong, and mixed as well as I could, with butter, sea salt, distilled vinegar and a spot of light soy sauce. Then while the vegetables were in the saucepan, I put the spuds in the oven to brown them off a smidge. Served in on the plate on the tray, added a bar of chocolate and a can of G & T, and got it delivered to her. She seemed to like the look of it, and told me the plateful appears to be getting bigger all the time! I assured her it wasn’t, but I’d spread the fodder out more. Which was true! She gave me a salad pack that had blown a little. I thanked her and wished her happy eating.
Back to the flat, and as I went to the fridge, the salad pack exploded! Bits of lettuce and peppers showered out all over the place! Cleaning up the mess for the second time today now! Spittling-Splurging-Sparrowhawks! But it was a half-hearted session, I’d had enough!
I got onto updating this blog (3-hours job). Then checked for comments to answer on WordPress, before getting my own dinner, which would be peas, cheesy potatoes and I’ll have a look what’s in the fridge to go with them.
Blow-it, I’ll do it now. The phagomania is with me again. Hahaha!
Well, with it being my Chek’s duty day, I made extra cheesy potatoes when I did Jossie’s meal, (Snigger, Joy!) and made enough for some for myself. I reheated them in the oven until they were crispy on the outside. All the rest of the nosh was cold stuff. The black tomatoes were especially tasty today. Fish sticks, mushroom pate (also highly-desirable flavour-wise), garden peas and beetroot, these were not so good, I couldn’t eat them all, they were like purple-ball-bearings! Tsk! But all the rest got eaten, no bread either, that’s still foreign to me, not having bread! Taste-Rating was still a 7/10. Mouth-watering! All bar the beetroots.
I started to watch some TV. A corny, poorly made film about Locusts who turned into carnivores, and a documentary on the Nuremberg Trials on another channel. Each time the advertisements came on one, I’d nip over to the other, and visa-versa. Farcical! I was getting no satisfaction at all, so I abandoned the film. And fell asleep watching the Trials documentary!
Repeatedly waking up, the nodding off again all the time. Which, rest-wise, was a waste of time! Hehe!
See you later, folks!
01:15hrs: Woke, worried, aflutter and tormented by my not knowing why I felt so distraught in the first place. A cycle of perturbing, solutionless thoughts and problems started to ping-about in my brain. 
I fumbled my way out of the second-hand, rickety recliner and with the stick, I went over to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to release the amber-fluid. That thought went a bit flat when it came out almost colourless again. And the container was over half-filled! Not once during the night can I recall getting out of the chair and going to the bucket, not once! 
As I got sat down, I lost my balance as Arthur Itis suddenly went into Turbo-Mode. You wouldn’t believe how many things I tried to do at the same time; first, stop to evacuation from flowing, grabbed the picker-upperer and tried to use it with some of the kitchen towel to soak up the olive oil that along with so many other things, I’d knocked off of the floor cabinet when I tumbled! Then in between putting the well-oiled towels in the bin and trying again, I rescued some tablets from getting soaked Codeine 30g and Senna packs. Having partly saved the day, but with a lot of cleaning up yet to do, the attention had to return to the evacuation. Which thankfully was a non-messy and not too painful one. Phew! 
Going to make the brew, the mind vacillated again, this time over what to have for my meal today. So many choices, after a harrowingly long time of pondering, I decided on a stew of sorts. I got some mushrooms, peas, peppers and my beloved leeks in the crock-pot. Added just a little sea salt and Chinese vinegar. 
It was dark later this morning, no sunshine has made its way out yet. 
The meal, even without the potatoes, went down well and got a flavour rating of 8/10. 
01:30hrs: I woke worryingly wanting a wee-wee. Wrestled myself free of the £300 second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, not-working, recliner. Got the walking stick, no time to get my balance correctly this morning, so urgent was the needs of the bladder! I made for the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). And got a bit of a shock when the release began flowing; First, the colour was virtually transparent, these came like this for hours afterwards, likely on average about four an hour!
To the kitchen, via various obstacles in my path. Yes, I think I must have been doing some nocturnal-wanderings? DVD’s had fallen or been taken off of the case, and were scattered around on the floor. 
By gum, I feel better for that! 
Time to get the ablutionalisationing done. 
Out to the bus stop. Stopping at a bench, to make sure that I had got everything with me from the tills, and go through the till receipt, I pressed the option to get. 
As I checked the timing board sign, I got a feeling that told me I was in for another spell of ‘Out-of-it-ness’. I cannot explain how this sense works or comes from, but it might have been the EQ? 
Shaking -Shoulder-Shirley kicked off again as I got to the shelter. So I stood behind at the back of the bus stop, as there were a few folks in there waiting, and I didn’t want to disturb them with Shirley’s antics or feel and look like someone with St Vitus (
Things were put away in the fridge, the sweet potato chips in the freezer. And I set about doing the meal, the healthier meal (I hoped). 
Last week’s offer of a Top Valley venue that I explained last time was too far and time-consuming for me. Then told her of my mobility and health problems (All repeated as the previous week). 
02:20hrs: I woke thinking I’d only just nodded off, to find I’d slept right through for about six hours! I was feeling physically better than last night, thankfully. 
“Ah, it was a lot easier this time”. It still hurt, but nothing like yesterdays session. The Sennas have started to do their job at last! Not messy either. The unfortunate side of things was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding. Judging by the condition of the PP’s, he’d been leaking for a while. Bit of medicating and cleansing, and off to the kitchen. It’s times like this that the embarrassment of wearing the PP’s disintegrates, temporarily replaced with fulgurate appreciation and a certain chuffedness, that I was wearing them! They saved me an awful lot of bother. Oddly, the aching and churning of the innards started after the evacuation? Mmm?
the change in the consistency, but the colour of the evacuated product. The first visit, it was almost black, now mustardy coloured? I don’t know which is more bothersome nowadays, my mental or physical quirks? Hehehe! 
Ah, the Amazon delivery is due today. I don’t know why I bothered going out, so late as well, on Wednesday, all that hassle! And still, I couldn’t get what I wanted! So I ordered these on the right from Amazon. And they were cheaper than Boots (Olive drops), and I couldn’t find any droppers anywhere in Arnold! And this, after Tim Price had told me how much more accessible, it was to use Amazon. 
down spiritually so often. Things feel better today. But I still do not feel the need for food? I couldn’t believe it when I did not have a meal last night. Mind you, I wasn’t feeling up to much. Hey-ho! 
I reckon I must have dosed a good few times without realising it, for it was getting very late now. 
I checked outside the door, and there were the parcels. Well, it might have taken a few problems and Whoopsiedangleplops, but I think I now have enough ear dosing olive oil, and the means to apply it, to last me for the rest of my life. Be Prepared! And I wasn’t a Boy Scout! Life Boys then Boys Brigade for me, (I liked the uniform and the walking the streets playing the drums!) 
I got down again in the £300, second-hand, c1968, obnoxiously-yucky beige-coloured recliner. 
To the wetroom for the Throne usage. But, no chance, solid as a rock! 
02:05hrs: I woke and immediately attempted to disentangle my warped, flobby-bellied body, from the c1968, second-hand, £300, rickety recliner to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, which was not an easy task! For the limbs were spread about, in positions that I could never physically get them into when conscious. The left leg over the arm of the chair, dangling on the other chair. The right arm bent underneath my body-mass, the torso with the bum, almost off of the cushion. How did I get like this? Noctambulation, or Nocturnal nibbling? 
he newspaper shop as well. With a winning record of over 40%, you can’t blame him. He’s the only bloke I know who makes a profit on the lottery. So it’s just as well he is a born philargyrist. I am awful!
kettle on. (I good at this. Har-har!) 
This pack had 
even more tablets mixed in different days and stuck, hidden underneath the cellophane, than last weeks did! You’ve got to admit, that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2D, are a cut above other bad chemists, with their consistently uncaring nature, and dedication to crap, life-threatening service. Just thought I’d mention them, in case I forgot to earlier. I’d hate to die through taking the wrong medications, and them to get away scot-free with it!
Turned everything off, and got the Ablutions sorted out. What a miracle session! Only one shaving cut and four dropsies. The Sock-Glide battle was a draw! Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bloodless as well! 
and I listened to the Intercom ringing. I had to tell Jane and ring off; it was someone from the Falls Team arriving. He asked me to do a survey and questionnaire (these seem to be coming in thick and fast!) Tsk! Off he trotted, telling me the paperwork will be posted to me?
so it seemed, anyway. A regular Sherwood pavement cyclist I noticed over the road, had been joined, by a young make oink of a scooter-rider today.
I guessed that the L9 would not be on time with all the roadworks the poor drivers have to put up with. I began to talk with a lady who arrived, and the stuttering was still with me. 
I later found these pictures I’d taken of the food I’d bought. But can I remember taking them? No! 
Then got the meal served up. This turned out to be a Flavour Rating of 9.25/10 dinner! Not perfect, the sweet potatoes somewhat burnt, but that suited me, they tasted wonderful! The beetroots were well-cooked and soft! The brown tomatoes, peas, mushrooms delightful! The pretend fish and leeks were also lip-smackingly good! And, I think the few anchovies, and the Marmite cheese, rounded things off nicely? 
02:15hrs: I woke in a depressional gulley, and felt awfully low. Why? I don’t know! I laid there a while, not moving, and hardly interested being bothered to breathe, let alone getting up and doing anything!
As I was catching my balance, stick in hand, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. A damned fine session today. No bleeding from anywhere, not too messy and I didn’t drop or knock anything over! Fair enough, I did stub my toe against the shower chair, but it was the right foot, and thanks to Nicodemus Neurotransmitters being on strike at that moment, there was hardly any pain! Hehehe! I shouldn’t laugh, when they start working again, the belated message will be sent to the brain (No wonder I get confused!), and the twinges will be felt then. Grubbulisations! 
I got some of Josie’s dinner cooking, and the landline flashed and rang. It was Sister Jane. I’m afraid I could not hear everything she was saying, she was talking as fast as our Auntie Bobbie. (Hehe!) But, my being not log out of the showering session, I did not have my hearing aids in. I must ring her back! (I forgot when I fell asleep later, Oh, dearie me, in trouble again methinks!)
I got the handwashing done, rung and hung. All over the flat in different rooms, it was hanging. 
I pressed on making the meal. I moved the five-beans, baked (burnt) parsnips, potatoes and garden peas into one saucepan, flavoured with black bean sauce. 
I got the meal into the front room, put it down, and the telephone chirped and flashed! It was the Amazon delivery. (Don’t I have a lot of bad timing lately? Humph!) 
00:05hrs: I stirred into ersatz life with a Thought-Storm. But I think the frontal and parietal lobes were at odds with each other, and one of them refused to get involved? Hehe! For it was all over in a minute or so? Then the noise from outside caught my wandering attention. Not, for once, the ‘Hum’, but the wind and rain hitting the windows. (Mind you, the horrible hum returned as soon as the rain stopped later!) Storm Jorge, I presume? 
As I was making my first essential, crucial, vital, imperative brew of Glenghettie Gold tea, I noticed the lack of stinging from the right legs Sock-Glide injuries. So, I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and took a look, then this photo of them. It’s amazing how things seem to 
clear up so quickly on the right side of the body lately. Great stuff! 
I eventually got around to computerisationing! It felt like I’d been up for hours already… hang-on, I had! Tsk! I started on the Friday blog updating. It took me a few hours with all the photos I’d made. But my persistency paid off, and it was finally finished and posted off!
A messy job, with lots of pots and pan cleaning afterwards. But, worth it, despite how weary and done-in I felt. The rice I’d flavoured with Hoisin and BBQ seasoning, added garden peas, the mushrooms (cooked with black bean sauce), and some black beans. Sausages from the freezer, a pot of lemon fool, and wallah! 
01:10hrs: Once again, the sleep came in sessions of a few minutes, struggling to get back to kip, and waking-up again. I’m getting fed up with this. So very Agravannoying! I gave up trying to sleep, and rose from the second-hand, £300 recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat sitting and stealing my valuables and cash. A rarity of late, a wee-wee was needed. So, I got the stick, caught my balance and hobbled quite quickly to the wet room. I noticed that the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used yestereve again. 
In the wetroom, things got a bit messy. As I whipped down the PP’s, I felt the congealed blood pull away from Little Inchies lesion, causing a spurting of the red stuff and an “Ooyee!” from me, as I took the pee! The wee-wee was another surprise, it was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety. So different from the last two days weak unwilling, rare trickles. 
The stinging from Little Inchies fungal lesion as easing off, at least. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and decided to move the trousers and other handwashing from yesterday, near the heater now they were only damp, they would not leak onto the wall heater. 
I checked out Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and I was so pleased to see things had not restarted bleeding. I removed the Alginate dressing, (There went my pretending to be well-endowed!)
Back to the near cold tea, and started to do some work on the CorelDraw, to make a page top graphic. This took me over an hour, which was too long. I must think about this graphicationalisationing lark, enjoyable to me as it is doing them, I can no longer cope with them. After which I started on the updating of the Thursday blog. 
Some other residents arrived while I was outside. Welsh William, who lept an eye on me in case the door swipe would not let me back in, and the bookies dread, Malcolm sat with two other unknown to me tenants, and they had a chinwag while waiting to go out for the bus. I went to join in, but it became apparent that my having to keep moving to avoid Arthur Itis’s knees stiffening, and sadly my Stuttering Stephany affliction, was not appreciated. So, I left them to it and poddled to Winchester Court. Plenty of folk about, but none of them was interested in a chinwag. The thought of going out in the ‘Get-You-Wet’ rain for the bus didn’t encourage any nattering. 
I got off the bus last on Parliament Street. Just as well I did alight last, I might have got crushed or trampled in the mad rush off of the vehicle! 
I tried to get under shelter to take the Slab Square photos. You would not believe how cold the fingers were, and I had just removed the woolly gloves to take this picture of them poor digits. 
I got to the Queen Street bus stop, and Shirley joined me. We nattered and caught the bus home. She wisely sat at the back of the bus, so, no nattering again. Out came the crossword book, this time with a modicum of success! My pedagogical limitations on other clues were there normal sort of, ‘Blankness’ mode. Many of the unfinished puzzles were tackled again, but my failure caused dysbulia, and I gave up!
As usual, I got off of the bus at Winwood Heights last. The others who got off first were encouraged by the wind and rain to shoot inside rapidly. 
and. Dettol disinfectant, disposable razors, spray bleach, and sliced Wholemeal rolls. Then the Bargain Shop purchasers: The brown extra-large Throw, Woolite Dark, Oxo vegetable cubes, a jar of beetroot, and a pair of scissors. 
02:00hrs: I can’t say I woke up, cause I never-not really got any sleep after waking up last night realising I’d missed the dentist appointment again! Boy did I annoy myself with that Accifauxpas! I’ve spent hours cursing myself and feebly trying to thing up some miserable excuse to use. Cause last time I did it, I just told them the truth, which was, “I just got confused and forgot about it”. That (the truth) did not go down well with them at all! Oh, dear and Flungledamnations! 
I’m still agrynoyd with myself now! So much, so, I rose, intending to get on the email asap. To send a message of super-cringingly, craving for forgiveness and begging their understanding. But, first things first, I had to get out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Which turned out to be an almost painless, and an easy manoeuvre for me. Until it came to grabbing the walking stick. I foolishly lifted the four-pronger over the chair instead of going around to get at it. 
Naturally, Shaking-Shoulder Shirley twitched into life, and I hit my head as I dropped it from the maximum height it went to! I believe I might have muttered, ‘Oh dear!’ or something like that! 
However, the hobble to the kitchen used little effort with no pain or hassle, and I got the brew made. But suddenly there was no time for drinkies, the Porcelain Throne alarm rumbled! And a right odd session it was too!
I got there, I thought in plenty of time, but as I began to sit down, things activated of their accord. Talk about lucky, thankfully I didn’t wait before moving in the direction of the wet room as soon as the rumbling began. Else things could have been dodgy and messy! But the day was saved! No extra cleaning up, even the evacuated product came out quickly, and in almost black little tiny sugar cube shaped lumps. Yes, it surprised me as well! So, this is how good-luck feels? Smug-Mode-Engaged! I cleaned the pan then myself.
Back to the comments, although by now, I was getting tired. I’d been taking pictures over the morning from the kitchen window, for a sort of time scale display. Here they are on the right.
he nosh sorted and served. I was going to treat myself to some chips but managed to resist, and no bread either. This is all so foreign to me, no potatoes, chips or bread? The future is bleak! Haha! The overcooked in the oven parsnips were tasty! Flavour Rating: 7/10, so not bad at all.
Got the pots washed, and had the inspiration to wash the trousers, and let them drip dry on a new hangar over the sink. 