Inchy, the Innocent Idiot: Wednesday 6th January 2021

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Wednesday 6th January 2021

Polish: Środa 6 Stycznia 2021 r

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? It took me ages, but there was no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling).

I adopted my investigative-mode to try to work out why I was running short on the Codeines. I decided that I must have identified the wee small tablets wrong, and I’d taken two Furesomide, which means I’ve missed either a beta-block or Codeine.  (The medications last month arrived without any inner lids, and they all fell out all over the place, and retrieving them was a nightmare, even worse the three tablets mentioned all looked the same to me), Glibblebonks!

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.

I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometerisationing. The Sys was down from 168 to 168 this time. Not a lot, but better than being up? The Pulse was down from 97, to 92.

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.

Took the medications, dubious as to what I was taking. I’ve had six wee-wees and two small mugs of tea up to now between all these activities. The wees seem to be getting weaker, and less volume, on each one.

I made another brew and took pictures of the view, through the disliked, hard to clean, light & view-blocking kitchen window. Look a tad eerie, don’t they?

These could possibly be used as a thriller, mystery or scary book cover. Hehe! I made a graphic for the diary top, then made another brew, had another wee-wee, and got on with updating yesterdays blog, which took an inordinately long time – but the result of a silver-lining search about this fact was that apart from SSS having a ball trying to dislocate the shoulder, the reason for my delay, was just a lack of concentration… again!

I stopped to make another brew of Glengettie, and had, wait for it, two wee-wees, one after the other?

Got the tea back to the computer, and pressed on and finally got the updating finished. (Phew, worra job that was!)

Made yet another mug of tea, Co-op 99 this time, and hard to believe, but I had another weaker wee-wee!

I posted the blog and email link off. Went on the WordPress reader. Then on Facebooking catch-up. Which I caught up with. Hehehe!

A wee-wee, and yet another mug of Glengettie. Took this photo, of the view, and decided to get the Ablutions done. After yet another wee-wee, that had now died down to a UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety. Which did surprise me a bit, cause I was still taking in too much tea!

The full-Monte today. And things went swimmingly on all fronts. (Which is surprising with me being a bad-luck lad, and an aquaphobic) No stubbed toes, no… I say, No shaving cuts! Fair does, Dizzy Dennis called on me a few times in the shower. But overall, a great session. Smug Mode Grade2 adopted! Anyway more good news, the plates and pions were looking fine!

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!

Jane and Pete, Jig-Saw Puzzlers supreme

It was Sister Jane, she said she’d ring back and give me time to get dried and dressed. Bless her. We had a great natter when she rang back. I learnt a lot from it; I’m eating too much and the wrong food, should not have Squid sauce with anything but fish, and other gems. Hehehe!

Pete was at the City hospital to get his test results from his second bone marrow testing. He deserves a bit of luck, just for how he’s handled things since the Big C was diagnosed.

The left arm was getting attention from Colin Cramps, we were on the phone that long. I foolishly changed to the right hand, but SSS’s cunningly sudden attack made me drop the phone despite taking care! I banged the right knee trying to catch the handset, and then I had Cartilage Cathy to contend with, Tsk! We still nattered on, though, I was enjoying it. Until the pain of holding the phone with the bent arm, got too much. She was expecting Pete to return soon, and we agreed to give up our repartee.

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!

I stopped crying, as the door chimes rang forth with Dusty Springfields tune to “♫I only want to be with you!♫

It was ILC, Desktop dancer and Warden, Obergruppenfürheress Deana. I asked her if she could ring the Chemist or Doctor’s for me, to get the prescriptions back into packets and not the pill-pods, I know it will mean more struggling for me to make up my own dosage pots, but at least I won’t be running short of medication missed off by the super-efficient Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, 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?

I forced her to take some New Year pressies, and she told me to remind her to ring the chemist – Hahaha! Me? Remember?

I rang Jenny and forgot why I was calling her! She had ordered me some minced beef, tp be delivered Sunday afternoon, bless her. I’m sure she will not wake me if they come after 15:00hrs, I can fetch them on Monday morning, I hope. I bothered her to help because the Iceland ones are not very nice, and despite claiming less than 10% fat, looked greasy to me when cooked, a lot of colouring went into the grinder with the meat and fat.

Well shattered now, I’ll try again to make a meal that I can eat all of.

I burnt the peas, made a right mess of the saucepan, and spent ages soaking and cleaning it. Tsk!

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.

All in all, a flavour rating of 7/10, I think the taste buds are reactivating, perhaps, maybe, possibly.

I got the pots washed, and finally got the saucepan cleared of the black bits. Good and early, I got down in the c1968 second-hand recliner and got the TV on, Law & Order programmes to watch.

The first one, I must have nodded-off eight or nine times at least, but only for a few seconds or minutes each time. I decided to give up on the telly, and get my head down properly…

Not only did I not have any Thought-Storms, but I drifted off quickly, and the best bit… I stayed in the land of slumber for five-uninterrupted hours! Grrreat!

Incursiveless Inchies, Sunday 3rd January 2021 Dairy

♥ TFZer gal Linda ♥


Sunday 3rd January 2021

Esperanto: Dimanĉo 3 Januaro 2021 Laktaĵfabriko

22:50hrs: On the reactivation of my brain cells, I found myself in a semi-confused state of mind. I soon started to identify the ailments that were in an active, destructive mode and mood!

The guilty ones were; BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), Duodenal Donald and KCC (Kneecap-Carilage Cathy). I got the feeling that Anne Gyna may soon be joining them, the slight tingling sensation around the chest gave this away. It proved so as well, by the time I’d nudged the horrendously large and flabby over-bellied body from the recliner, and got myself stood and balanced – she was in full flow, giving me some stick!)

There was not much spark in my thoughts (or body) this morning. But I was feeling less down than I was yesterday. The regulatory wee-wee was taken. But not of the weak unwilling variety as yesterday, this one was of the PSSP (Persistent, Short, Sharp, painful) mode, as were the next five of them over the next hour!

I robotically got the medications taken and did the Health Checks. When I found it was time to start using the medications from the sorted-out pill-boxes that had no lids one them and I’d put in the old pots. My mind became more concentrated. I took the morning medications and made up the night one in advance; crossing my fingers that I’d identified the differences twixt the Codeine, Furesmomide and Beta-blockers, that all look the same to me.

Although the Boot’s Chinese made Sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading way too high, it way much lower than these last three days. Which was a relief)

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer was also down a smidge, and back into the Safe-Green’ zone at 36.7°c. So, two bits if good news in a row there?

The tea didn’t taste right to me, and at first, I thought maybe the milk was going off. I dished the cold mug and made another, but the milk seemed fine, and it had another three days of shelf life on it? I’d made a brew of 99 tea this time, it has a sort of dryness in the flavour to it, but this also tasted different from me?

Then it dawned on me, worryingly… My recent loss of taste, the shivering, the high BP, and yesterday’s coughing could indicate having the Covid thingy? And, I’ve been napping a lot more, and getting tired earlier in the day? No, better not fret, it’ll be a cold that’s all.

Taking the tea to the computer to get the updating done, proved to be a bot farcical. I’d done the right thing and used the more reliable left arm to carry the mug. I walked carefully through the doors, slowly as is usual, to avoid hitting into anything on my dodgy distance judgement right-hand side; really taking my time.

And Shaking-Shaun attacked! I stood a moment as the tea ran down my pyjama legs, and the bruise on my toe where the mug landed, began to sting a bit, I exhaled some air, stuck out my bottom lip, and felt a little like crying, at first! 

But no! Within seconds a Siver-Lining came to me! I was flabbergasted to find that the delicate China mug was not broken, not even cracked! This cheered me up for some reason, cheered me up, revitalised my spirits, and galvanised me into realising that I am a lot better off than so many others. Things seemed to get lighter in my mind! And a touch of guilt at getting down in the first place. Even when I hit my head against the bookcase when cleaning up the mess, struggled up with BPB stinging away, there was no suppressing my (no doubt temporary), uplift in my attitude. It brought me back to being me! (I just reread this paragraph, it seems a bit heavy? It was how I felt, though!

I got the sorting-out done and took one extra codeine tablet (BPB and the head clouting) As I got on the computer, the Hum was growing louder, and that noise, like a machine or motor starting up from somewhere higher in the building, sounded. But this did not bother me, I realised that I am lucky to be here, to hear it! (Some deep stuff flowing on the keyboard, here?)

Onto CorelDraw, I did a graphic or two for the future templates, of some Thoughts.

Then on to updating the Saturday post. Which, thanks to Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters being kind to me, did not take too long at all today. SSS was doing her best to cock things up, and she had moderate success. Can’t win em all!

After a quick look at the emails, I found the latest Covid figures, I sent the blog to WordPress, emailed the link, and Pinterested a couple of photos. Then, onto Facebooking. This took a long time, but the TFZer site is a pleasure.

The wee-wees were slowing down (frequency-wise) and had changed mode into a PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode, with each one showing CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble). Variety be the spice of life?

Went on the WordPress Reader, some fantastic nature photographs posted today. Then read the comments, and replied. Lots in today, so that cheered me up, too!

I collated the last few days of the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer SYS results, photographs. 178, 184, 189, and this morning down to 169, which is of some comfort, although still too high. I have a nurse coming tomorrow to do the blood tests, I’ll see what Monday’s results are like, and show them to her and ask her advice on whether to fret or not. Hehehe!

Back onto CorelDraw to get some day-of graphics done.

Five hours later, Humph! It was time to get the ablutions done, so I will have time to get Josie’s meal done in time. Not that she’ll be ready, she’ll be on the phone to her sister. Hahaha!

Back in a while. TTFN…

I went to the kitchenette to clean the tea mug. A few bits of snow had fallen, but it seemed to be clearing already.

Ablutions Report: Well, when I got in the wet room, I saw the stains on the shower floor, and set about having another go at lessening them. I sprayed them with the cleaner and left them to soak while I did the teeth and shaving.

The teeth cleaning went well. The Nasal-cleaning, there was a speck or two of blood, but I suspect that this is from the burst blood-vessel in my left eye. The shaving created only two tiny nocks on the chin. All good really!

Then I got on my knees with the scouring pad, and I gave it some elbow trying to clean the marks on the floor. Not successful, but I think I made a slight impression, then again when I looked it was all steamy, Hahaha!

Getting back up again, I did manage to clout my right knee on the sock-glide, and poor Cartilage Cathy let me know she was not happy about this!

The showering has not gone so well for ages. No Balance-Loss-Brian, Dizzy Dennis, SSS, or Accifauxpas attacks! A definite Smug-Mode engaged!

I was well-pleased with how good the plates and pins were looking.

As I got preparing Josie’s nosh, I seemed to turn into an industrious-mode? I planned everything to be ready at the same time, used the little timer, too! (dropped it twice, it’s a miracle it’s still working!) Made-up some waste-bags in between tweaking and checking the cooking.

Everything was done and served up. And delivered at the agreed time of 12-Noon! Spot-on the dot.

Josie answered the door and seemed pleased with what she saw on the tray. That’s good enough for me!

Back in the rubbish tip… I mean, flat, and got the washing up done. Those cheesy-mashed-potatoes don’t-half stick to everything. All washed and dried, well not one of the saucepans that I’d missed or forgot about. I found that later on with some peas I’d left in it. Tsk!

I took the bags to the rubbish chute, no signs of life to talk to. (Which is probably an advantage for any poor sod, when I start rattling away!)

Then nipped down in the lift to drop some bits off for Jenny, Doris and Frank. Back up to the 12th-floor and home to the flea-pit. Again, not a soul was seen, let alone one willing to let me natter with them. Hahaha!

When I got on the computer, the coughing started again, a bit of a sore throat now, as well. Booted up the computer, and as I did, the rumblings and agitational gurgling started from within. I anticipate rushing off to the Porcelain Throne shortly.

I was happy with the Graphic progress that I’d made—still, a lot more to get done yet, though. I’ll give it another bash before the ‘After-Twelve’ weariness arrives.

Managed to get two done before the eyes started drooping.

I must get some nosh sorted out… Oh dear, The innards are getting overly active with the grumblings? (But nothing happened) Again, hunger was not there. I recently opted to have some tasty Marmite sarnies, and Frazzles, the thought of the tasteless, or rather odd-tasting fodder. I dug out some sweet-tasting stuff sides, but it was a disaster. The Marmite Sarnies and Frazzles I could taste reasonably well. But the sweet stuff, after one bite of each, ended up in the bin.

The innards still seemed to be brewing-up inside, as I washed up and got my head down in the c1968 recliner, put the TV on, not that I saw any of it, for Sweet Morpheous blessed me, and I was off into a deep sleep, with the headphones and glasses still on, within minutes!

A couple of hours later, would you believe it? The unwanted door chimes rang out, repeatedly! It seemed whoever was there was in a rush and keen to get my attention, which they did!

Getting up half-asleep, the glasses and headphones pulled off of my head and fell down somewhere. I fumbled for the spectacles, and the chimes persistently continued.

Now I thought there might be a fire on the floor or something else dangerous, and balance all awry I got to the door ASAP. Guess who it was? Josie returning the cutlery plate and tray from her meal!

I was so, well, angry that she would do this again to me! This emotion dissipated almost immediately after thinking it. I felt guilty, she always does this! No matter that I beg her not to, and tell her the hassle it causes. I’ve said to her repeatedly; ‘Please do not call me after three o’clock, unless it’s an emergency’. But realised she does not mean to, her memory is worse than mine, bless her.

Frustrated, but no longer irritated, I bade her farewell, dropped the things in the kitchen, and mounted the recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. Who of course was pissed-off with me now, and refused to play ball for hours before I eventually drifted off. At least I got several hours of kip in, but it was fragmented. (Is that the right word?)

Incarnated Inchies, Friday 1st January 2021, Diary

♥ TFZeress Julie, lambing? Hehe! ♥

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Friday 1st January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 1af Ionawr 2021

23:45hrs: I woke wanting a wee-wee. Fought my way out of the recliner, caught my balance and to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). For what turned out to be a worryingly wearying, and debouching, in a trickling long-winded style. At least there was no PMPD (Post-Micturition Pre-Dribble) or PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble).

I had a rare headache, but only behind the left eye?

Remembering it was the first of January, I got the camera, but the Nikon would not display the view in the screen? So I fetched the little Canon one. Got the kettle on and awaited the fireworks to celebrate the new year to start.

The eager beavers started firing them a minute early, not that it matters. The second shot  I took, came out as one those artistic ‘Let’s pretend we did it in purpose’ ones, Hehe! I might be able to use that one for a background graphic later? I’ve still got the Vespa Bazooka ones to use, no rest for the wicked.

I was a smidge disappointed at the resulting pictures. But I was, even more, let down, when the entertainment finished so soon. Last year, I think I was at the window for over half an hour, this time, ten-minutes if that long.

I got the medications taken, and Health Checks completed. And with two unwanted surprises. The sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading was at 184. What? I hope I last until Monday when the nurse arrives to take the blood for the Warfarin test.

Then the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading came out as 37.5°c. I thought it was a good one, but the background turned to red, as a warning that it was too high? A bit worrying this is. I checked on the NHS site for Coronavirus symptoms and got this snipped from the site.

Another NHS Coronavirus page said if your temperature if above 38.7°c. Some confusion to start with; the page above says you do not need to measure your temperature? I’ve no new coughing. I think I should be alright though, although I’ve anosmia, it’s been this way for weeks now. Hey-Ho!

Onto the computer, and got the pictures uploaded. Another trickling wee-wee, a mug of tea, and started to update the Thursday blog. I pressed on regardless (I’m getting better at editing and correcting mistakes now, I just wish I wouldn’t make them in the first place, Haha!) Three more wee-wees, and another two hours and I got the blog finished.

WordPress Reader visited. Emailed the link. Pinterest some snaps. Went on Facebook updating, then on WP Commenting. Another unwilling trickle of a wee-wee, then I made a start on this blog.

Got a message on my Nokia 9 Pureview Mobile, with its Android (Pie) updatability, Corning Gorilla Glass 5, Octa-Core Gold CPU, 4K@30fps, 1080p@30fps, HDR video, USB Type-C 3.1, %x12 MP. 28mm Camera, Bluetooth, A-GPS, Fingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, barometer, Li-Po 3320 mAh, non-removable, fast charging 18W, Quick Charge 3.0, USB Power Delivery. Fast wireless charging 10W – Qi Battery… Well, similar anyway. Hahaha! A nurse will be calling next Monday to take my blood. Bless ’em!

Got some late brekkers/snack sorted out. Too tired to bother with much, so bunged a brown part-baked baguette in the oven for ten minutes, and I lathered it in Marmite! Added a bag of Marmite flavoured crisps. Enjoyed it, too! Flavour 7.6/10. The sound like machinery booting up then dying as heard more than once while eating.

Jenny phoned, wish Happy New Year, bless her!

I became so weary again, and early on, too. But had no option other than to get my head down. Sleep took many hours being attained. The Thought-Storms seemed determined, slow, and illogical.

 I woke a few minutes after nodding off, realising as I did that I had not taken the evening medications, but was too reluctant to get out of the c1968 recliner, for fear of not getting back to sleep… Zzzz!

Insipid Inchocks Diary, Wednesday 30th December 2020

♥ TFZeress Lovely Lillie, from Norfolk ♥

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!

Incised Inchies, Sunday 27th December 2020 diary

TFZer Nancy, it was a couple of years ago, mind.


Sunday 27th December 2020

Greek: Κυριακή 27 Δεκεμβρίου 2020

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!

The heart sank, instant depression dawned, my shoulders sagged, and it seemed as if life had stopped for me! A blackness, blankness and confidence-destroying mood ensued!

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!

Within a few seconds of my renewed faith being restored, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, somewhat urgently. Off to the wet room I trotted, well, limped.

This Throne session had to be the easiest of the year! (I’ll stop taking the Docusate, now!) I was almost in complete control of the movement (First time in many a month, that!) Minimal pain! No Bleeding! Most satisfying!

However, this for the first time in ages, an easy victory for Trotsky Terence over Constipation Konrad, was the messiest evacuation in months as well! I may even have to order some more toilet rolls if this carries on. Hehe!

I then had to tend to the Health Checks because I’d forgot to do them earlier. Sad, innit? But I digressed from the plan yet again, deciding it was time for the first Glengettie cuppa of the day to be made and drank. While the kettle was boiling, I noticed the lights that I thought were car headlights again, across in Sherwood. This time two hours earlier than usual?

I got the Nokia camera to take a photo, but the rain was pelting down, and the wind was blowing. So I opened the unwanted unliked, light and view-blocking kitchen window, and tried to take a snap from within, of the lights. Aha! I’d made yet another mess of my photographicalisationing! Although there is an artistic aspect to the resulting picture, it was not planned, obviously.

I read the paragraph above later while editing, and realised I got something else wrong too. I’d written Nokia, in error for Nikon camera, yet again! Grobleknackerbangles!

Got the tea brewed, and back to the Health Checks. The Boot’s Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer readings were a lot betterer, with the SYS down from 178 to 154. Nice that!

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, showing a temperature of 36.7°c.

I concentrated on getting the updating of the Saturday post completed. During this session, the wee-wees kicked in, and I think had to have about four of them over the next two hours. Mmm!

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?)

The car lights were there still, although I do not think they are vehicle lights now. And 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!

Then I went on the Facebooking updating. Next, onto the WordPress Reader. (Three wee-wees) Started this blog off, and stayed with it for a good while. Sadly, mostly due to the never-ending error-correcting that was needed. Not blaming any ailments. They were kind to me, just a lack of concentration, and lousy-memory for facts, the wanted word and details.

The wee-wees were lessening a lot for some reason, in all the hours of doing the above, I only needed two of them. Then I realised I’d not taken the morning tablets yet – So I did. Hello, the rain has stopped falling!

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.

Of course, it didn’t bother a bold, brave, heroic person like me at all. Ahem!

I got a brekkers of sorts made up. It was supposed to be a little snack, just a Cornish pastie, peas and what was planned to be a tiny portion of cheesy potatoes, which I got carried away making and went overboard with the amount I made. I think doing Josies CP’s later was on my mind, and I did enough for both of us, Hehe!) So, this ended up as breakfast and main meal for the day for me. I ate it while watching a YouTube video about the serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer. I ate all of the breakfast, and I even nibbled some nuts afterwards.

Did some blog updating on this post, made a brew.

Then it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. Which, I did! A stand-up job, which took longer than expected, not that it mattered much. The shaving produced a few nicks here and there. One on the earhole, the chin and the lip. I had a tender spot in a delicate area that I assumed was another furuncle coming. I 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.

Time to get Josie’s nosh prepared, and what a performance that was!

  From the preparation to plating, took only about an hour. But the mess made was astronomical! The dropsies, too many to count included; the mixing bowl, cutlery, saucepan (luckily empty at the time), the mixer tool and the oven tray (luckily, also empty at the time).

Burnt my finger on the oven rack, I knocked the little black clock off of the window ledge (Not working now! I’ll investigate it later), cut my little-finger slicing the tomatoes, Clouted my head getting back up from retrieving the wooden spoon, and hit it again on the cupboard door! (Spacial awareness on the right side). All-in-all, a Nightmare Kitchen purgatory scenario, that Gordon Ramsay would not have been able to help with. Hahaha!

However, with my confidence aflame, I pushed my muscular firm youthful body onwards, ignored the blood, aches and bruises, and got the meal finished and plated! And delivered it to Josie’s door at the regular time of 12:00hrs.

As normal, she was on the phone to her sister again. Every week, it takes the edge off, making all that effort, not knowing if the gal will carry on with her call or get the meal while it’s still warm. Still; ‘Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit!‘ I hope that she does get it eaten and enjoyed. Then I’ll be happy, too!

By the time I’d got back and cleaned up… well, pretended to sort out the mess in the kitchen, I was drained again, even earlier than usual. All-in, mentally.

Dizzy Dennis joined in with the Thought Storms, as I settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.

The brain required respite from the annoying Thought Storming, but it didn’t get any.

Instability Inchcock Diary, Wed 23 Dec 20: Incapable as well!

TFZers Out Visiting – Yee-Haa!

An old comic gag… Coming back?

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Wednesday 23rd December 2020

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 23ain Rhagfyr 2020

01:00hrs: I stirred and waited for the brain to catch me up. I soon realised that I had had five hours or so sleep, which was nice.

What wasn’t so nice, was the almost constant passing of wind from the anus! Followed by much longer than yesterdays, uncomfortable rumblings, grumbling and sharp but short pains? I’m sensing that I’m going to get a surprise or shock when the Porcelain Throne visit arrives. Gruffungrobblings!

As I climbed precariously out of the c1969 recliner, I became aware of the blasted ‘Hum’, combined with the droning noise from above, were both, or it seemed like it, louder than yesterday morning. Caught my balance, and needed a wee-wee – instantly and urgently!

I got to the ONWWB (Overnight-Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and the wee-weeing was such a change to them of late. Of a BOVS (Blasting-Out-Vicious-Splashback) variety. (As I type this, several hours later, the stomach pains have still not stopped!) The wee colour was that of level-6 on the wee-wee chart! Which means I have to drink more. I’m not doing very well these last few days, am I? Fungleboggles!

No wonder the feet are filling up with fluid again!

With Docusate medicine needing me to drink at least a litre of water or fruit juice after each of the Two x 5ml spoonfuls, five times a day, already, it’s no wonder that I found later, that the fluid retention was returning to the feet already! As I mentioned, I’m not the luckiest of people!

I got the bucket and myself washed, put the kettle on, and got the Docusate poison guzzled down. Had a massive swig of spring water, to clear the taste and move the medicine around the body.

I’m praying that all this foul-tasting medication is eventually going to make things easier in the evacuation area. Says him full of confidence, Tsk!

Then I tackled the worrying and delicate job, of making a right mess of putting in the eye drops. Starting with the Chloramphenicol. Next, the eye-stinging Resolve ‘Soothing’ eye drops.

Some of the antibiotics did actually get into the eye, As well as down my cheek, discolouring the moustache on its way into my mouth. With a few spots finding their way up onto my bald dome, and down on my feet?

It’s great gerrin’ old, and you can’t control yer fingers, hands, arms… but I don’t want to scare the whippersnappers!

I took the medications next, starting with the Dioctyl poo-softener capsules. Then made a brew of Glengettie tea.

I must say, the eye is much better now, though. So, the stuff is working alright for me. It’s just that I can’t rely on myself doing the drops. The Doctor at the hospital didn’t tell me how to put them in. I hope I’m trying to do them right. But the dangers of SSS, NN and SS (Shaking Shaun) making me spill the stuff and miss the eye are an application worry. I fact, I’ve only done one dosage of the twelve done up to now, without losing liquid, dropping the bottle or over-squirting it, and using up too many drops. And that was at the ninth attempt. Humph!

I cracked on with the updating of yesterday’s blog. A slow job again, the concentration was fine (to start with), but Nocodemus’s neurotransmitters were the worst bother, and so much correcting had to be done all the time. Still, a mug or two of spring water, a few wee-wees, eye dropping session and taking another Dioctyl® in between, and I got it finished. No doubt missing many corrections that needed doing. (Lack of confidence? Me?… Yes!)

I went to make a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea and took this bad photo of the morning view from the kitchenette window. See the headlights there again, near the Health Centre? Every weekday, whoever parks up around 05:00hrs, leaving the headlights on for around two hours. I’d love to know who and why? But I’m just nosey. Haha!

I kept doing a few lines on this blog, then going on CorelDraw and either doctoring or making up a graphic to use, and got carried away with it. Realising the time was now gone 08:30hrs, I stopped, turned of Computer Katie to cool down, and tended to my ablutionary needs.

I kid you not, the time spent in and out of that wet room (Nearly two hours!) was crazier, more frustrating and dispiriting than yesterday. And thought that was bad enough!

ABLUTIONALISATIONING SESSION REPORT

As I entered the room, the marks on the floor really got to me. I decided to get the new bottle of Cif mould spray and let it soak while I got the teeth and shaving done, thinking it would soak in and be easier to clean. So I squirted some on the black spots, went to get the teeth done, but could not find the toothpaste? (This has happened in the past, I’ve been known to use it all up and forget I did so the next day – I know!) I exited to get the new tube and camera to take these shots.

As I was getting back in the room, I slipped on some of the gunk on the floor, stopped myself going over, but have twisted the back, so now, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) is now giving me what for! Oh, dear!

Did the teeth, and had a look at the floor. And realised for the second time! I’d bought the wrong cleaner, the Oven one! Feeling a fool comes naturally to me! I persisted scrubbing away with the wrong stuff, of course, it was a waste of time, then I thought it would be an idea to open the bottle and put some bleach it to use… The cap and spout broke off of the main body of the bottle!  Croggnangles!

The shaving went remarkably well, only two dropsies and the same for the cuts! I rinsed away the gunk.

I got under the shower and proceeded to drop the lemon gel. The lid shot off, so I lost nearly half of the contents, bent down, holding onto the grab rail, and clouted my shoulder on the power box! I had an effective self-harming session here! I was not keen on it, but have to accept that I’m pretty efficient at it today!

I’m overjoyed to tell you that the towelling, medicating, and perfumery actions, were all done without any further knocks of injuries. Many dropsies, but out of the shower, I could use the picker-upperer.

On the way out, and I stopped and returned, thinking that at last, an evacuation was imminent, I st on the throne. I did some crosswording. I whistling a bit. Sang a few songs… Nope! Rock-solid and refusing to move! I departed again, and as it was time for the eye drops, I did them. (The few that I actually got into the eye)

Took another gulp of the foul-tasting, and needing a minimum of a litre of water to be taken with it, Docusate. Also another Dioctyl® capsule, something must work to free the solid torpedo in my innards? For despite the wind and churning in the stomach, nothing moves?

I took a photo through the balcony windows. It was indeed a cloudy, misty, rainy and demoralising bit of weather we were having this unfine Wednesday. Hello, I think Herberts on his model train making again. One day he’ll talk to me without a sneer on his face, maybe, perhaps, or mayhaps not.

Ah, a knock on the door! I investigated. Two letters had been posted, that might have been the noise and not anyone knocking. Two Christmas cards had been posted. That’ll be three now, to open on Christmas morning. I don’t rate them, but one is from the USA, a TFZer methinks. ♥

My jentacular desires came to mind. And I got a quick breakfast sorted out for myself.

Tomatoes, Frazzles, mini pork and pickle pies, and some red grapes. A pot of honey flavoured yoghourts as well. As brekkers go, this one was a 7/10 rated job.

I made up a few waste bags and got them in the box on the three-wheeler guide.

The sudden fatigue and weariness came over me, earlier than ever today!

I got the meal cooking. Then onto CorelDraw to make up some graphics before I faded too much, even if I only manage a couple, that’ll do me for now. I got one done!

I served up the nosh on a tray, back to some Chilli-Con-Carne today, at last. Some chips with it, and grapes and a pot of dessert to follow. Oh, and a baguette to soak up the extra chilli-gravy I’d added, and purposely overcooked a little. Taste? 8/10!

Did the pot washing, and crawled into the recliner, so drained. Got the TV on, and drifted off watching some rubbish or other.

An incoming landline call flashed and rang. Somehow I got free of the recliner and to the phone in time. It was Jenny, she was worried about my not seeing the email link for the blog, the lady apologised for waking me, bless her. It’s nice to know someone cares enough to do this. Sister Jane does similar, but I have not had a call from her, and at the time thought I had sent the link. I muttered my apologies for missing it off, and am not sure if anything else was said… oh, yes, Jenny told me to get back to sleep, bless her. I must check it in the morning and do it if I hadn’t, early before sending today’s… int life confusing? Tsk!

I got down again, and the Thought-Storms started. But not for long, I found Sweet Morpheousbefore long.

Zzzz’s

Inchcocks Integrable Dairy, Tue 22 Dec 20:

♥ TFZers Cafe? ♥

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Tuesday 22nd December 2020

French: Mardi 22 Décembre 2020

02:35hrs: Jumped awake – At last, I’ve had a dream I can remember something about. But first, the need of a wee-wee must be tended to.

Then things went (temporarily, I’m sure, Ahem!), a little out of shape. A nasty toe-stubbing as I moved to the wet room, the wee-wee produced about 2-fluid ounces in a slow, painful trickle. I washed and returned to the front room, intent on writing down the memories of the dream to record here later… But No! The flaming nocturnal memories had dissipated completely, into the ether! Grumph!

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.

Then I fetched the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops from the fridge, and set about spraying the head, then the floor, next I squirted some in the actual eye. Hurrah! This bottle is not going to last the full two weeks!

Then, I did a lot better with the Carmellose eye drops, aim-wise… until I dropped the bottle. This bottle is not going to last the full two weeks either!

The temperature came out good!

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?

Next, I had a guzzle of the Docusate, with a lot of water to follow. Took the medications from the pill-pots, this needed a bit of care, as the Carmellose drops were, as they always do, making my vision a bit blurry, it’ll pass though. Then gave Arthur Itis’s knees and Cartilage Cathy a good rubbing in of Phorpain Gel. Took  Dioctyl® capsule, and an extra Furosemide. When one gets on a bit, life gets more and more complicated! A bit of advice for the whippersnappers, if any are reading this, of course. Hehe!

A long job updating yesterdays blog, a very long one. My concentration had gone on strike! Finished it hours later and sent it off to WordPress. Pinterested some snaps. Then did some Facebook catching up. Replied to the torrent of messages and comments (both of them!)

Then I thought about the fodder situation. No doubt, I have lots of frozen stuff in, cleaners and tinned goods, apart from garden peas. Sainsbury’s have no slots until the new year, fair enough. Out of desperation, I went on the Morrison site, and they had a slot on Tuesday 5th January. I reluctantly made an order with them. I’m dreading the substitutions that might, well, are almost guaranteed with them, that they may plant on me, and short dates as well. I’ve ordered Chilli Beans, I may get spaghetti bolognese. Oxo cubes, likely to get Strawberry jam? Rankin Soda bread, what chances of these being subbed with Soda Water? Sterimar Nasal Hygiene Spray… the mind boggles at the thought of what they might substitute for that… A face-mask maybe? I talked myself into getting worried now! Hahaha!

Blimey, look at the time! I’d better get the ablutions done. Closed the computer to give it time to cool down, and off to the wet room – it turned out a long, harrowing visit:

Ablutionalisational & Ablutioning Report

  • As I got in the door, all stripped ready for action, (Terrible picture in ones mind prompting thing to say, sorry about that!) I needed to use the Porcelain Throne, got down and as nothing was moving evacuation-wise, (the innards were active though, suddenly it felt like a stew, or witches cauldron bubbling away?)
  • The crossword book was tackled, and I got a few answers before any activity began. (Well, apart from some lively escapages of wind, with the associated pongs)
  • It was like early last week, the torpedo (which I thought it was at the time, but it wasn’t) peeped out and stopped. Requiring my painful exertions to encourage things to get a trot on. (Hehe! – don’t know why I’m laughing!)
  • I slow, long evacuation. Hoo-Haa! Argh! Blobblecraps! Yikes! Gawd, that hurt! Of course, it didn’t bother me!
  • Upon rising, I discovered I was back to the solid little meatballs evacuation mode.
  • More blood than for several weeks. Shame that, cause I was doing well lately with this. Humph!
  •  The nasal-cleaning and clearing: Went well, no bleeding!
  • Teeth Cleaning: Nae bothers, whatsoever!
  • Shaving: Worra farce! I had SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) shaking the __it out of me, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing, at the same time! The razors spent as much time on the floor, or the sink than in my hand! Schpugglebogs!
  • Shaving: Five little nicks that I know of.
  • Stubbed toe number two of the day, as I moved the chair and sock-glide to make room in the shower. It made me jump, but to a hero and Clint Eastwood lookalike as me, t’was nothing! (Sob!)
  • The Showering: It went as well as it has for months! Just the four dropsies. Great! 
  • I thought the marks left on the chest arms and legs from the hospital’s electrode stickers were bits of glue. But the nailbrush, loofah, soap, shower gel and elbow grease all failed to remove them? I later tried bleach, without any luck?
  • Doing the medicalisationing had its moments. The first cock-up was the worst (pain-wise). The Germoloid tube shot out of my hand, (SSS to blame!) and as so often, it hit the wall and fell behind water-closet. I got the picker upperer, put the specs on, leant down to reach the escaped tube, and hit my chin on the raised seat arm when my hand lost its grip on the metal bar! Nicodemus and his neurotransmitters were to blame for this one! I think I’ve knocked another lump of enamel off of the broken tooth now. Cragnaggles!
  • Harold’s Haemorrhoids were going through the grind with these hard evacuations, gave them some extra ointment this morning.
  • At least the blood vessel burst eye was looking a lot better now. Got the bob-cap on, then the PP’s, and into the main room to get dressed.

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?

I’m known a soliloquist and believer in resistentialism, but now I’m talking to my ailments as it we’re friends? Well, I’m a right little anthropomorphizer!

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.

But, I got a wobbly carrying it, and dropped and broke the pot of strawberry blancmange or whatever it was. I can inform you though, that when thrown on the floor and trodden on, these desserts make a hell of a mess to clean-up! Humph! Mind you, it also cleans the faux-leather slippers, they came up an absolute treat!  I wonder what it would have snow to my stomach if I’d eaten it? Hahaha!

I got both of the drops put in the eye again. Well, when I say in the eye, that’s not exactly right… In the case of the keep-in-the-fridge Chloramphenicol one, most of it ran down my cheek, leaving a brown-yellow trail, and into my mouth, discolouring the moustache en route. This time the gooey Carmellose drops, virtually all of the first couple of squeezes ended up on my clothes or the floor. I said earlier; I don’t think these eye drops will last long!

However, despite these altercations. SSS, and N’s Neurotransmitters, the eye is looking much better now.

I did some more updating on the blog, and the GW (Great Weariness) arrived.

I couldn’t manage to get anything further to eat, Shaking Shaun visiting me now. Not that it mattered much, cause I wasn’t hungry anyway. The stomach started churning, and the passing of wind was getting regular. Oh, dearie me!

I managed to put some of  Chloramphenicol, and Carmellose eye drops in. Well, most of it ended up on the face, floor and in my mouth, after discolouring the moustache on its way down the face, to the mouth!

Took the medications. Then I got a bag of Frazzles and a pot of yoghourt, which I got down the gullet alright, but the Docusate medicine flavouring was not nice.

I had a wee-wee, a worryingly long and getting darker orange shade wee-wee. I settled in the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety recliner, in search of sleep.

The wind escaping from the rear end continued in short bursts, and each time there was a mini-gurgle and or pain from the innards?

Summat else developing? Humph!

Inchcock, Nottinghams Neanderthal – Saturday 19 Dec 20:

♥ Hello, who’s that at Jillie’s window? ♥

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Saturday 19th December 2020

Italiano: Domenica 19 Dicembre 2020

23:30hrs: After three hours of bliss, the bladder and bowels woke me with the message that both are in urgent need of being emptied!

I rather hurried the usual battle to get my spare tyred bread basket and body, free of the battered, none-working recliner. Caught my balance, grabbed metal-Micky, and off to the wet room!

Although in such a rush, I couldn’t help but note how noisy the World Wide Hum was this morning.

I got in and sat down, the wee-wee flowed, but the rear-end evacuation, for the fourth time on the trot (It fitted that word did, haha!), was disinclined and uneager to start moving. Out came the crossword book, I took the top photo as I picked it up, and the bottom shot, as things started to activate. Note all the answers I got in? A sign of how long I was sat-sitting there waiting for the movement to begin! I must tell the nurse about this!

It was an unbroken flow this time, no stopping and restarting, the massive torpedo somehow got most of itself under the water. I feared this would need a few refills of the tank to clear away, yet it disappeared in one flush? A smidge messy despite its size, and the bleeding was of concern, I sensed hearing cries from poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids squealing in pain! A good clean up and some gentle medicating were called for, talk about tender!

On the plus side, the newly cut toenailed feet, had got me about with much less hassle and pain… so far. Which reminded me to have a look at the appointment card that the attractive chiropodist gave me, at the hairdressing salon yesterday, but could I find it? No! I search through my pockets of the clothes I had on at the appointment, shelves, back and checked in the kitchen, the hallway, the three-wheeled walker bag and the carriers hanging from it, the kitchen. But no luck. Ah, I did ask Deana to send me an email to remind me, I think she did that while I was there, that’ll have the details on there later. I do feel a fool!

I consecrated… or even concentrated, (Tsk!), on getting the Friday blog done, it’s getting on now, I do not want any of my mass of fans, admirers and followers to miss this Inchcock Diary. They’d be devastated, both of them. Haha!

I got it done in the end, twas a long slog. Sent it off, then the email link. Went on Facebook catch-up. Then the WordPress comment answering, sone witty stuff on there today.

Realising I had not done the Health Checks yet, I did them. Starting with the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer. I like this one, it’s so easy to use! The reading was another good one, then, with some trepidation, on to the sphygmomanometerisationing.

Oh, dearie me! The Chinese made Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, to find that the SYS was still way too high, showing 167. The Dia and Pulse were okay, though!

I went to take the medications, and yet again, I had not taken the evening ones! So I did! I’ll take the A.M. ones later on. It’s getting far too often that I miss these. What a pathetic, losing-it, thicko, and cogency-challenged old twit I am! I notice these things you know – but seem incapable of improving my condition.

There was a noise, like rushing water, followed by a short chugging sound? I’d no idea where it came from, but got my Sherlock Holmesian hat on, and went to have a look around, and searched every room in the apartment (All 3 of them!) Nowt found! While I was meandering around pretending I knew what I was doing, the blasted ‘Hum’ now got louder than ever!

Being the ditherer that I am, I got sidetracked and took some pictures from the kitchen window of the morning view. And made a brew of Glengettie tea.

The shakes were noticeable by there absence, and very pleased I was too!

Back to the computer again. After a few hours spent beginning this blog, the taste-buds craved another brew. (Not many wee-wees needed, by the way)

I decided to take the much belated morning medications. And had a good guzzle of the cringingly bitter Docustate medicine, and a Dioctyl® capsule as well. I’ll do my bestest to get the evacuations moving again, somehow. Or not. Hahaha!

I went to open the curtains, and spotted the appointment cards I’d been searching for earlier! Wot a plonka!

The cunning cards had hidden in plain view, on the TV stand in the plastic pen/pencil tray, on top of the DVD player, next to the Alarm Alert box right in front of the television. Even I could not understand how I missed them earlier! It may be all part of the losing-it with age, process? Or perhaps, 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 or Spirits of the dead might be to blame? ( A few terminological inexactitudes sneaked in there, sorry about that!)

I gave up trying to find the source of the noise, and returned to the computer, and updating this post. The noise still bugged me. I went into the wet room again, praying that on pipes had burst and now flowing out water – All calm on the Western Waterworks front, Phew! 

I had a look at the ankle ulcer, no wonder it felt so much easier, it had all but disappeared!

Will it return? It doesn’t look likely at the moment. I was well chuffed! Of course, I did not go into anything like a Smug Mode, too risky!

Jenny phoned, bless her cotton socks, asking if I wanted a Christmas Dinner doing. I thanked her for the wonderful kind thought, but there are so many things I’d love to have had, like sprouts, Cranberries, cherries, Sweetcorn, and brassica that I am not allowed to eat nowadays. An amazing woman! She asked if I’d like some minced beef getting on her Tesco order, and I took her up on it, thanking her muchly. ♥

I had the first Dizzy Dennis spell of the day when I was going to get the ablutions done. It got worse, the worst it’s ever been, I decided to abandon the abluting, and get something to eat while I could. Luckily the mince from yesterday is I the saucepan, all I have to do is make chips and warm the saucepan, not that I felt hungry this early. Still, I think things might get worserer before better, the head is spinning, and my concentration is shot to pieces, all in a few minutes. If I can get something to eat, I’m going to get my head down and rest or even sleep if I can. I’m feeling weird and unwell. Feeling terrible. Hopefully, I can add to this in this, if anything happens, to this diary in the morning, or hopefully later tonight.

Ignotism Expert Inchcocks Diary – Friday 18th December 2020:

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Friday 18th December 2020

Maori: Paraire 18 o Tihema 2020

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!

How can I best describe my mood? Grumpy, irritable, disgruntled and somewhat discomposed!

As I untangled my still-tired, rather-prominent, gigantic, wobbly-bellied body from the chair, and rose up onto my poor uncut-toenailed and ulcered feet, to catch my balance; the need for the Throne, encouraged me to cut short the exercises. Hobbling to the wet room, I remembered I have the Iceland delivery coming, and the appointment with the Chiropodist today at 13:30hrs. (Which proved that the brain had kicked into gear earlier than it usually does, Hehe!)

I had livened up a smidge by the time I’d got settled on the Porcelain Throne. Just in time to be fully aware that the evacuation was going to be a struggle! Nothing was going to move of its own accord, as things usually do for me. After, and I’m not joking, about ten-minutes of crosswording, I decided I had no alternative, but to force things along…

From the first agony-ridden inner-push, it must have taken another ten-minutes before anything moved, well there was an initial movement of a very short few seconds duration. It was a matter of giving it some hammer, stopping to recover from the pain and effort, and repeating the process! When things finally restarted, I thought I might split myself in two, crikey was it giving me some stick, in slow motion!

Eventually, a thud and the pressure eased. Oh boy, that had to be one of the worst (most painful) this year! A few minutes, I just sat there, relieved that the removal had been achieved.

When I gingerly got up, the first thing, of course, was TPing. There was not much bleeding, which really surprised me. Harold’s poor old Haemorrhoids were battered and stinging like hell, though! I turned to flush the system, and I did so with no confidence that the dirty great dollop of the evacuated product had the slightest chance of being flushed away, it was gigantic!

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! 

Now more awake and alert, I returned to get some clothes on, and I spotted last nights medication pot was still full. So I got them taken straight away with some spring water.

Then had a good swig of the damned foul-tasting Docusate Sodium medicine, hoping to avoid going through an evacuation like that again! I remembered to take in the stated minimum of 2 pints (1 ltr) of liquid with it.

I made a brew of Glengettie Gold afterwards. And eat about doing the Health Checks. The Chinese made, Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer gave a reading in the green again, at 36.8° c. Which happened I noticed when putting in the photos later, was the same as last Friday’s was!

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.

Ah, yes! I will not miss my beloved, admired, desired, Hristine, the Phlebotomy nurse. Her sweet smile (underneath the mask nowadays, of course), and caring attitude. ♥

I got on the internet, and began to sort out the Thursday updating, and…

I made a brew of Glengettie, had a bag of Frazzles, and got the morning medications taken. Then got the ablutions sorted out early while Mr Fries’ Liberty Global Virgin Internet was dead.

Well, with it being a stand-up session, too ear;y tp use the noisy shower, things went fine! No change of socks until later. A few dropsies, a few nicks shaving. Of course, the medicationing didn’t go painlessly, poor p;d Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Tsk! Other than these, it was an almost normal stand-up wash. The internet came back on (Phew!)

I was just making a start on the blog, and the Iceland man cometh. Looks like I’ve overdone it here?

Hey-ho! I’ve dec,… Hello, a carbuncle or furuncle coming up on the bum I think?

I got the things unpacked and stored away, the fridge and freezer are well stocked once again.

No pain now for fooder, well, garden peas and vinegar maybe. I can see if the mobile shop has any in later on.

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.

When I first put the nice red meat in the pot, it looked delicious.

While putting a few bits away, I nipped back to check on the so-called minced beef. What a colour it had turned to!?!?!

I left it cooking with crossed fingers – not that there were any crossed fingers in the pan like. Hahaha!

I actually got to type some words on the block at long last! Updated some photos, did some comment answering, and sent off the email link I’d forgot to do.

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 uploaded some photos and made a start on this post again. Stopped, and went on Facebooking. Pinterested a snap or two, and back to doing this blog.

The wee-weeing situation was little, and often, there’s not enough bandwidth to keep mentioning them. Humph!

I checked on the Google Calendar to make sure of the foot appointment time.

Herbert joined in with the workers’ chorus for a while. Between them, they actually produced some passable music-like noise, highly commendable. With the drilling being the bass guitars, and Herberts whatever he was using, being the drummer, bass drummer and clanger. When Herbert stopped his tap-tapping, knocking and banging, the noise lost its musicality and became just a ring to put up with. Nice on Herbert!

I persisted with the blogging, took the morning medications. (Well remembered there Inchcock! Hehe!)

The lack of vinegar and tomatoes for Inchies Chilli-Con-Carni creation, dish, bugged me, and then I realised the mobile shop was coming today. I shut down the computer to let in cool, got the three-wheeler trolley walker, filled the box with the small waste bags, and took them to the waste chute.

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!)

I fought my way out with the trolley-guide, (I can’t understand how I struggled so much, presumably a few mini-dizzies?) I got the bags down the chute.

Then, had a proper performance in getting a lift down to the ground floor. When I did get in the cage, it stopped on the 9th, 7th, 6th and 4th floors, the people waiting at the first three waved me to carry on, not wishing to share the lift, which was fair enough. On the 4th, a chap got in and was telling me that he too had the same problem getting the elevator to stop at his floor, and it took him over twenty-minutes to get this one to stop for him. I felt an affinity with him, Haha!

Down and outside, only a couple of folks waiting for the mobile shop. Angela, who I have missed seeing and talking to, and Josie joined us later. While Angie was being served at the van, her walker guide blew away in the wind, across the road and hit a car parked on the opposite side of the road! I hobbled over with my trolley and retrieved it. I could not see any marks or scratches on the vehicle. Pete, the mobile shop owner, came and collected Angie’s trolley from me for her. Never a dull moment at Windwood Heights! Hehehe!

I got some small apple pies, a bottle of vinegar, he didn’t have any garden peas, and two tomatoes. Not cheap mind, but he has to make a profit. He was selling cars before, but the virus put an end to that. So he got the van and fitted it out, and visits two days, Tuesday and Fridays at the flats for us.

A bit of fame in this photo, for Angie’s husband, Roy. The photo appeared in, of all papers, the Daily Telegraph. That’s Roy at the mobile Shop being served!

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.

Got some treats in the trolley, and set off to the Hairdressing Salon. It took me even longer to get a lift down this time! But worserer than that, it was belting down with rain! I was well soaked through, the trolley had rain ibn the bag as did the carriers… miserable feeling!

I sat on the settee in the lobby of Winwood Court, as I was a little early arriving. It took me a while to get down, the settee is far too low for us old folks. Got the crossword book out, but it had got sprinkled with the rainwater, not that it mattered much because I’d forgotten to take a pen with me. Humph!

A minute later, a young lady came out to me, asking if I needed the nail cutting, and she could do me now. The battle to get back up again out of the low settee, took me a while.

After getting all of my details as I sanitised my hands, I was led by Sarah, to a large black swivel chair, with a footstool with extra padding on it. Then warned that the chair was not stable and might move. We chatted all through the few minutes cutting of the nails. Which was super-nice!

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.

I thanked the ladies, paid the £25, and as I was leaving the salon, I realised that this was the first time I’d been in any hairdressers for over fifty years! No need to, with no hair on the head, Hahaha!

I dropped the bag off and sat hoping for the rain to ease off, before the walk back to the flats. Deana appeared, and asked me why I was sat there, was I waiting to see her? Told her I was waiting for the rain to ease off, so I didn’t get soaked again. Julie kindly walked with me through the closed walk-through passage and opened the end door for me into Woodthorpe Court, bless her.

Not only did the walk back (green), compared to the walk there (yellow) take less time and distance, but it saved me from another soaking.

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!

The meal tasted great! Somehow through my faffing about with the seasonings, it came out better than I ever hoped. I wallowed in eating it, masticating slowly to appreciate the flavour. 9/10 for this one!

As I was doing the pot cleaning, one of the infamous sudden bouts of WTC (weariness, tiredness and complete lack of concentration) dawned on me. That was then of my doing or even thinking about anything else, bar sleep!

Stripped and into the jammie bottoms. Plonked onto the recliner, turned the TV on, fell asleep within minutes (Mind you, I needed it aster last nights pathetic two-hour kip), this time it went betterer, I got three hours unbroken rest, before waking in urgent need of the Porcelain Throne.

Hey-Ho!

Ecdemomania Inchcock – Wednesday 16th December 2020

Yee-Haa!

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Wednesday 16th December 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 16 Prosinca 2020

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.

Thus, the diurnal struggle began, to free my mastodonic, oversized, bouncing flabby-stomached torso from the £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, uncomfortable, sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner. It was a good job that there was no urgency about the evacuations needed, cause it took me a while to get myself sorted out enough to actually get to the wet-room.

I got the central mass of flesh over the end of the chair, rear-end part-way over the cushion, and using the arms of the recliner as an aid, pushed my lumbering body up to get on my feet. Half-way up, and the right arm had a visit from Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failing, and the arm slipped off of the chair arm, knocked a bottle of spring water off of the ottoman, clouted the shoulder, and the body-mass clumped back onto the recliner! Argh! 

Making things even more severe for Harolds Haemorrhoids, who took the brunt, as I landed, missing the precious pain-saving cushion ring, making the pain somewhat worse!

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!

I was flabbergasted! The DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle) this morning between Trotsky Terence and Constipation Konrad, was a draw. The scene afterwards, looked like could have been from the ‘Hostel’ movie!

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!

I had a good cleaning up of the bowl and got the old bloodied PPs packed away for the contaminated box. Had a final wash and wiped the contact points, and off to get the Health Checks done. I felt like I’d been up for hours!

Started with the Boot’s sphygmomanometerisationing: The sys was up again, to 168 this time. The pulse was also higher than usual, at 93, this may have something to do with the evacuational problems  I’d just suffered, I expect.

The Harpin Xian Di thermometer read as 36.3°c.

Then I got the medications taken for last night – Yes, I foolishly missed them again! Spurgledamnations! Must remember to take the morning ones later.

I got on with updating the Tuesday blog. Hours later, I’d got it finished and posted it off.

Sent the Email link off. Pinterested a couple of photographs, and launched into what turned out to be a two-hour session of Facebooking! Then went on the WordPress Reader.

Aha, time to do a search of the skies to see if I can see Venus and or the moon. Well, you can’t really see it, I didn’t, but one of them on closer examination of the picture, was there, just! Sqwiggle up close to the photo, screw your eyes up, go about three inches from the screen, and you might see it (Venus?) in the box I drew. I hope!

I made the first brew of the day around 06:30hrs, then took the morning medications, and I did some more updating.

I got the ablutions sorted out. Not a good session, but hardly worth mentioning really. (I lost the page of notes wot I wrote about this, and a day later, it’s all a blank memory-wise!) Chungleblast! However, photos found triggered the memory of the Sock-Glide Battle! I lost 3-0!

Each sock, in turn, gave me exactly the same problems. The uncut nails got trapped in the mesh of the diabetic socks, causing a few tears in the material!

Both big toes, I found out later, couldn’t see them at the time, had the nails so distorted, they bled!

I’ve got new bruises on the fingers.

Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy kicked off with the straining, pulling and pushing!

I also found out when putting on one of the new Amazon supplied PPs (Protection Pants), that this pack had considerably smaller sizes in it!

It wasn’t right. I decided to see if I could get an appointment with the Cost-a-Fortune woman who does feet one half-day a week at the Winwood Court. I’ll call in to ask Deana about it.

I got the hand-washing done, wrung and hung. Only did a woolly hat and the pair of yesterdays socks.

I decided in an instant, I would go to town today. (In the morning, I made a blog about this trip to town) chiro

Inchcocks 6th Great Escape from Lockdown

As soon as the Porcelain Session was dealt with, which went tremendously well. Well, a lot of bleeding, but still. I go myself sorted-out ready, in a fashion, and set off on my escape.

Getting out of the door should have told me something, like perhaps, Stay in, this bodes not well! I gave my left for a right stinging crack on the trolley guide wheels. The toenails gave me agony!

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 left through the fronts doors (which seemed a sensible option, Haha!, I am a fool!) I limped along to the recycle bin and put the jars and bottles in it. Then hirpled along to Winwood Court and spoke with Wardens Deana and Julie, asking about the Chiropodist situation. Told me to ask at the hairdressing salon. So, I did! I

I visited the Windwood Extra Care Court’s hairdressing salon. A lady came to me and asked what I was after, and I told her. I was wondering if I could get the foot-lady to cut my toenails? The lady kindly gave me a card when I said I might forget Hehe! Apparently, the Chiropodist only calls for one-afternoon a week, on a Friday. She starts at 13:00hrs. Which is understandable, because she charges too much and doesn’t get too many customers. But Covid-19 has been kind to her.

I thanked the woman, said cheerio to Deana and Julie was I passed their holding and interrogation cell and departed outside.

I took the opportunity to take some photographs of Winwood Court. First a view of Winchester Court from outside the Winwood Extra Care Court.

I then hand a limp around the back of Winchester Court, to take a photo showing part of the Woodthorpe Grange Park greenery.

It was quiet out there, apart from the blustery wind. And I had a mini-thought storm. I pondered on the first time I visited the flats, with a view to my moving in, and my first gut reactions. ‘No way, its desolate, depressing and so out of the way!’ I decided against moving. But when I heard later that there was a bus service, I revisited. Glad I did now! Funny how things change. So many things have happened since healthwise. Getting peripheral neuropathy, having the stroke, diabetes, and then Molluscum Contagiosum, and Atopic dermatitis… I’m so pleased to be here.

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 turned to go back to the frontage of the complex. I knew without looking at my watch, that it wasn’t time for the bus yet, not enough tenants waiting at the bus stop.

I got to the shelter and waited, and the first bus, an L9 arrived. Thus started my trip to town and escape from the lockdown! All covered in the blog link above.

I got off of the number 40 bus that brought me home from the tiring, exhausting, Accifauxpa and embarrassment riddled little visit to the town of Nottingham. I got the three-wheeled walker guide, with the three shopping bags of stuff hanging onto it, off of the bus with no mishaps. Took this picture as I made my way to by beloved Woodthorpe Court at the end of Chestnut Walk, it seemed such a long way, so worn to was I. (Poor thing! Hahaha!)

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.

I got the pots in the bowl soaking, and was soon down in the recliner, in need of Sweet Morpheus more than usual. He obliged! ZZZ!