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Inchcockski – The The fatigued faineant! Tuesday 8th December 2020

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A TFZeress, at her garden shed ♥

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Tuesday 8th December 2020

Italiano: Martedì 8 Dicembre 2020

01:35hrs: I stirred into life after a rather unsatisfactory two-and-a-half hours sleep. And the first thing I became aware of was that the worldwide ‘Hum’ was a little quieter this morning.

 The next thing gleaned was the need for a wee-wee. So the morning performance of getting my obesely, stupendously wobbly stomach burdened body, out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, which went fair enough. Catching my balance was a piece of cake, too. Grabbing metal-mickey and over to the OEGPB (Overnight, emergency, grey, plastic, bucket), another task that went well!

However, wee-weeing was a difficult task. After a long, long while, the flow started with the odd weakly-sprayed trickle and stayed that way until the bladder had had enough. Unbelievably, the Post Micturition Dribbling, carried on almost as long as the wee-weeing had? Ah, well, a change is as good as a rest! Well, maybe not in this case.

I now became aware of a new to me, noise! A droning hum, but not like the external one. I seemed to be coming from inside the building, close by, but above me. You can’t win here! Well, I can’t!

I went to get the medications taken. Not touching those in the not-sealed pots that I had gathered from the spraying all over the room when I opened then, as Matrom Jackie had told me not to do when she phoned me last night. I opened a pod-pack that had got the seals in place (Two trays had them, the other two had none). Bless Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, launderette, near the Lidl store.

When I did the sphygmomanometerisationing, I was certain that I’d got the wayward medications wrong! The Sys was the highest it’s ever been! A staggering 182! So, this is not good, but it’s a good job that the caring Matron Julie is coming to see me today, I’ll see what she says.

I tried to get my head around which of the medications I’d gotten wrong, easy-enough with the three same shaped and coloured one’s I take in the mornings. It’s not surprising that errors have been made, just look at the three aforementioned tablets! Plus there are still some missing from the spillage and scattering of the medications. I am not wee-weeing much today, and it’s reluctant, this indicates that maybe the Furesomide has been missed? The high blood pressure shows I may have missed a Beta blocker, (Bisoprolol)? Nope, I had to give up, it just got Conrad Confusion in a bigger mess than he was to start with!

I got the Harpin Xian Di Thermometer used. At least the temperature, was okey-dokey. The need of the Porcelain Throne arose, so off I trotted to the wet room.

Well, goods news from this session! Less painful, with minimal bleeding, and all over quickly! Not messy either! The cistern cleared everything in one flush, which considering the size of the torpedo, also amazed me! The first Smug-Mode of the day adopted!

I then took three photographs of the same area, the first one was in Auto Mode on the Nikon Coolpix B700 Bridge Camera. (A bit of bragging there, sorry, but it does sound as if I know what I’m doing. Hehehehe!

The second one down of the three was taken in the Aperture Priority setting.

The last one, I chose Night Landscape. The nearest of them to what the viewer showed, was the Auto Mode one.

No, hang on, I got that wrong, sorry, the middle one was in Night landscape mode… Oh, dear, my battle of resisting Conrad Confusion is being lost!

I got on with updating the Monday blog. With the unreadable scrawl on the notepad, through the late additions after I’d got my head-down, the photos and the attention pf Conrad Confusion, it took me far too long, but I managed to get it done without too many mistakes being made. Ahem!

I got the email link sent. Went on Facebooking catch-up. Visited the WordPress link, some great photos on there today.

Closed the computer to let it cool-off, and got the Ablutions tended to. I had to get the nearly, in case Matron Julie came early. (But she didn’t, she came very late! No point in moaning, she probably had to fit me in with the regular people she has to visit). Not that this will help in Sweet Morpheus seeking.

The stand-up ablutions went fairly well. About 15 dropsies in total. Only two shaving nicks.

A couple of knocking things of knocking-things over.

So not so bad really. The pins and plates didn’t look too bad at all. The ulcer was getting less flared, too.

Only Cartilage Cathy’s patellas looked, well, felt, worse than usual.

All done, medicated and deodorised my magnificent, manly, taut, desirable to women,  masculine, body. (Alright, alright, we can all get carried away at times, yer know! Hahaha!)

I did the handwashing in the bowl. Got it done, wrung and hung, to dry, above the kitchen sink.

Carried on with updating this blog, and the time flew by, without any signs of Matron Julie arriving. MY EQ tells she is going to come late after my head-down time. I just seem to be incapable of having any luck lately. I half expect her not to come today, Oh, dear, never mind. 

I got the dinner prepping done, to the accompaniment of Herberts, clunking and tap-tapping.

I put the left-over peas from yesterday, and cane of Chilli-Con-Carne in the larges saucepan. And made some gravy to go in the mix, too. Stirred it and tried a spoonful. After which, I bravely added some Chilli powder and Squid vinegar to it. Gave it another good stirring, tried a spoon of some more, it tasted okay to me.

But the gamble was in my having BBQ rice with it. I should wait until I get the Chilli mix boiling and add the rice to it then – but of course, I did all this without thinking about the nurse coming. So, I had to turn the heat off, or it will be ruined if Jackie comes too late in the day or even night. Now I was getting depressed, and I already getting tired through sleep deprivation and getting annoyed with myself. Pissed-off a bit, as well!

I had a look at the email Nottingham YourArea magazine. Amidst the knifings, burglaries, unlicensed and uninsured drivers, I found the latest Coronavirus figures chart.

On my usual, well, it used to be normal head-down time, the door chimes sounded, and Matron Julie entered the flat. A lovely feeling came over me!

She wanted to get the tablet cock-up details first, and I showed her the pill-pots and photographs I’d taken. She asked some questions, and I answered them all, in her usual professional manner. And she got on the phone to talk to the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub, launderette, near the Lidl store. She moved away to talk to whoever answered the phone in private, not that I could hear her anyway.

She told me to put all the tablets retrieved from the sprinkling, on the floor in a bag, and hand them back to the chemist, who she’s asked to replace the two unsealed trays for me ♥ Kind of her.

She asked some general and ailments health questions. When she asked what my BP was and I told her that this morning it was 182/81-P76, her eyes (I couldn’t see her face due to the black mask, Hehehe!) looked at me dubiously, telling that is way too high! I showed her the photo. I retook the reading as told to, and it had gone down to 159/86-P79. Julie seemed okay with this reading. 

We spoke about the problems, (I was getting a bit weary, and not everything of this chinwag sank in), and Julie departed, with my thanks.

I got the nosh rewarming, and served up. It looked good to me in the dish, and I settled to eat the meal while watching the TV. Oh, dearie me! It was horrible!

A Flavour Rating of 2/10, no, 1½/10! Eurgh! I’m never having rice with my chilli again! Spit!

A few spoonfuls after starting, I was getting up to throw away the meal. I packed it the disposal bags, but them in a carrier bag, and those into a black rubbish bag and sealed them up. So they would not cause a pong in the flats Or worse, they might have split open, effect and infect residents, and started a new Pandemic, the Woodthorpe-Court-Virus! Hehehe!

I had a bag of Frazzles (well three actually), and nibbled some nuts, turned the TV off, and lay there, waiting to be enfolded in the grasp of sweet Morpheus! Who, soon took over, drifting off into a deep but dream-filled slumber was attained! (vague memories of falling down holes in the ground?), but it was not to last for long, I sprang awake three hours later, the expergefactor, unknown! Blurblecrups!

Inchcockski: A Moiling, Morpheusless Monday 7th December 2020

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TFZers? What’s going in here, then? Hehe! ♥

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Monday 7th December 2020

Latin: 7 Decembris Lunae MMXX

00:10hrs: I sort of burst into life with a bit of a jump and jounce! I remained where I was (which was partially hanging out of the c1968 recliner, with my bum hanging over the cushion!), and pondered on a few things: Have I had another stroke? How did I get into this position? How do I get out of it? What day is it? Why have I got crumbs in the folds of my stomach again? That sort of thing, like… Then as the brain slowly engaged gear, a semi-panic grabbed me – What did wake me up? Was an alarm sounding, did the cooker or fridge blow-up? I lurched precariously, struggling to get up on my feet safely.

Once up, and holding the arm of the recliner for a few moments, worrying about what the expergefactor was, which had woken with such alarm? I caught my balance, and had a hobble around in my Sherlock Holmesian mode, to find the culprit that stirred me back to life so abruptly. The kitchen was perused, and nothing found that could have been the cause of any noise. (A deal of guilt though, at the state of the room, Tsk), so I cleaned up a bit and freshened the wee-wee bucket. I had to have another wee-wee as I investigated the wet room, all in order there. The hallway revealed nothing suspicious either.

I then needed to visit the wet room Porcelain Throne. Fearing the worst pain-wise after yesterdays, long, drawn-out agonistic affair on the loo. To my surprise and joy, things went much easier and far less hurtfully! Oh, Yes! I’d say a draw in the PTDDS (Porcelain Throne Daily Domination Stakes), but so messy! The tank had to be filled and flushed twice to clear thing away.

Well, defeated in my search for what had woken me up, I got on with the Health Checks.

The Sphygmomanometer SYS reading was well down, at last!

The Harpin Xian Di Thermometer was at 36.6°c. Another decent figure.

Then I went to get the medications, and it all the fiasco of sorting them out yesterday, due to Carrington Pharmacy, next to the pub and Lidl store at 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453, failing to put any seals on top of two of the weekly dose-pots, flooded-back to me! Crumbleckskins! It bothered me that I could not identify the differences between the Fuesomide, Beta-Blockers and the Codeine 60g, and just hoped and prayed I’d got them right. I took the medications for last night and got this morning’s out to be near the computer to remind me to take them later on. Again, hoping for the best! I took them with some spring water.

But I didn’t let it get the memory of, or risks I have to take thanks to Carrington Pharmacy, next to the pub and Lidl store at 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453, get to me, start spitting, silently cursing or gritting my teeth, at all.

I got the computer booted up, and went to get another glass of water, and… Grobblegrindingness! I’d left the hot water tap running! At least the plug wasn’t in the sink, so no liquid spillage all over the floor. But, of course, this means no hot water for the ablutions now! Gruffungrobblings!

Still, no worry, these things can’t be helped.

I took a photo out of the unliked, can’t get at clean, light & view-blocking kitchen window. What a farce that was, the flipping fog even masked the street lights. It soon cleared, though! Then I got a similar area shot from Sunday, that produced the rather decent picture of the same area, below. Got the Glengettie brewed and back to the computer.

Not a lot of updating to do on the Sunday blog. As I was up late, thanks to having sort out the Carrington Pharmacy, next to the pub and Lidl store at 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, cock-up with the prescription pill-pods medications.

Still, it can’t be helped. I got the diary posted off to WordPress, and sent the Email link. Went on the WordPress Reader, and got caught-up on Facebooking.

I decided to see what slots I can get on Sainsbury’s delivery. Got one for Thursday 10th December, 07:00>08:00hrs. I kept it down to the minimum I needed, although I ordered some wine for Christmas pressies, but, how I can get it to the person, I don’t know. Still, it’ll do later, maybe. Perhaps.

Not my feet – but a warning of what can come!

I kept getting stings from whatever it is under the foot. Well, I can now name it: Cyber-Friend, Lynton has informed me they care called ‘Molluscum Contagiosum’. Another ailment to add to my list. I could call them warts, but that doesn’t sound impressive, does it? Hehehe! The ones on the legs, look like Atropic Dermitisus! Fancy waiting all these years to find that out, you’d have thought the various consultants and doctors over the years would have mentioned it? Giggle! I’m, still much better off, Molluscum Contagiosum-wise than this poor devil in the photo. Try saying that when you’ve had a few, Haha! 

Off to get the ablutions done. Stripping off, I observed that the ankle ulcer, was clearing up and a lot less inflamed this morning, still irritatingly itchy, but that’s name bother, to such a magnificently brave, heroic, staunch chap like wot I am. Ahem! The knees cartilage problem is more evident. T’was a good session again, only a stand-up job, mind you. I did not want to spend to much time in there, with the precious Vampire nurse Hristina arriving nice and early to take my blood. The teeth cleaning was done carefully, to avoid any bother with the cracked tooth, the one the dentist told me over a week than was nothing to worry about and is giving me some stick???

Why do I always get treated like this? The Hitlerish Urologist, the chemist’s pharmaceutical man with murderous (towards me) intentions, the Optician who fits me out with new glasses that the lens falls out of them a week later, and the specs fall off of my nose, and Paramedic who takes me to the wrong hospital? It’s been a learning curve this year so far!

I’m waffling again, sorry about that!

The shaving was not so good today, only one cut, but the dropsies, well! They nearly gave me backache, picking up the dropped items. At least ten times, shaving cream, razors, after-shave bottle etc. Tsk! Humph! The stand-up wash went betterer, only the one dropsy. Medicationalisationing and deodorising were easier than they usually are. Well, apart of the application of the Daktacort cream to Little Inches fungal lesion, that produced a few Oohs, curses, argh’s and much wincing.

I got dressed, cleaned the wet room a bit, and left to make up a couple of small waste bags, and added them to the box on the trolley-guide.

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana and back to the computerisationing.

The doorbells chimed out Dusty’s tune. Seconds later, the beautiful, desirous Vampire nurse Hristina entered the room. Stressed a little she was. The gal always talks too quickly for me to understand her when she’s tensed-up, I’ve noticed that. As she took the blood, I told her of the farce with the medications. She soon, sadly, had to rush off again. Bless her cotton socks! ♥

The landline burst forth and flashed.  It was Jenny, telling me the pickled eggs had arrived, and wanted to know if I had room in the freezer for the fish and meatballs she was keeping for in her kitchen for me. She’s like that, so kind. I said I had and thanked her. Minutes later, Jen arrived at the door with a jar of pickled eggs for me, and the fish and balls. She rushed back as I thanked her, she looked very busy, as she would be if the food order had just arrived. Thanks again, Jen!♥

I rang the number for Nottingham Care, wanting to ask them if Matron Julie could contact me at her leisure. I got a recorded message that I could not hear. Over the next hour or so, I tried with the same result. I made another brew, Glengettie this time, to replace the earlier mug of tea that had gone cold.

I tried a 4th time to ring and listened as hard as I could to the message for a long time, then some music came on the line, and I got through to top a kind lady. Stuttering Stephanie started, and she the lady was patient with me. I explained about the medications, pointing out that it will not be a problem for a week, so no rush. (I realised later that it was two weeks, Tsk!) The lady tried to ring Matron Julie, but no luck. She will send a text message to her for me. I thanked her, muchly ♥. I’m hoping that Julie will be able to identify the three tablets and work out which were lost for me. A bit of a job to do, but it’s beyond my eyesight, hand coordination and concentration. Poor thing, Hehe! 

Having not had any brekkers, I started to look into making the meal of the day. I got the oven turned on and heating – because whatever I decide to have fodder-wise will have chips with them. Funny how one gets these cravings?

I called Jenny to ask if she wanted me to add anything to the Iceland order for her tomorrow. Doris answered Jen had nipped out. Lovely to talk to Doris, mind.

I continued with the flog updating for an hour or so. I think that I am, no, I know I’m struggling more with the typing. Thank heavens that Grammarly has introduced an auto-correct option, at least I should not miss so many mistakes I’m making, now.

 The oven should be hot enough now, so I poddled to the kitchen, to think about what to have. After a while vacillating, I opted to make chips, fish strips, garden peas and maybe tomatoes. The world is my oyster…

Blimey, the drilling just started, it sounded as if it is coming from in the flat! Didn’t half make me jump, Hahaha!

As I got the chips and fish in the oven, SSS Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off. The result is the photo on the right. Hey-Ho!

Waiting for the cooking, and did some more updating, and the weariness fell.

I washed and changed into my nightwear attirement (Jammy bottoms).

Served up the nosh. The warm brown baguette was great! I got down in the recliner, feet up on the swivel chair to eat it, and dined well. Taste-Rating 7.8/10, and wallowed in it.

Washed the pots, and got serious about sleeping, I was more drained than ever with all the hassle.

As I was beginning to drift off, Colin Cramps attacked the left leg, then the right one, this was not only painful but bad timing, just as I was in my hypnagogic state. I had to be patient and wait until Colin had calmed down. At least he did eventually and was just about reaching the half-asleep, half-awake mode, and the landline chirped and flashed.

I cracked my knee on the Ottoman as I struggle up and over to the phone. It was Jenny calling. She realised I was sleeping and the silly-girl apologised for waking me. There was no need whatsoever to do that because she was only calling in response to my calling her, and was concerned I might be in need assistance, of some sort, bless her cotton socks. I mentioned the Iceland order going in tomorrow. She really is a treasure! ♥ (I think we spoke of other stuff, but the tired brain didn’t take everything in)

Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner, and surprisingly was in the hands of Sweet Morpheus within minutes… and then, a minute or so later, I was woken up by SSS (Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley), as the shuddering clouted the right arm against the recliner arm. Grobognangles! This was fair clout, and the elbow joined in with the Anti-Sleep brigade of ailments! I put some Phorpain gel on the arm, rubbed it in well, and the insomnolence slowly eased. And I was back where I started, desperately trying to get to sleep.

I lay there for ages, sleep being denied, and the Thought Storms started!

They were soon interrupted, by yet another incoming landline call.

This time it was Matron Julie, asking about the fiasco with Carrington Pharmacy, next to the pub and Lidl store at 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, cock-up with the prescription pill-pods medications.

I was not fully with-it as we spoke. I recall explaining what had happened and my making up the old pill-pods box’s with what tablets I retrieved that had scattered on opening the box, from the floor, the fireplace, under the second-hand, charity shop brought with broken doors, c1960, E-plan Hopewell’s cabinet, in a slipper, and even some that had bounced out into the hallway… Julie told me she would call to see me tomorrow. (Hopefully not as late as this, though) I thanked her.

I got back in the recliner, the Thought Storms restarted. Musing and worrying over the medications, must have an early stand-up ablution session in the morning, in case Julie arrives early, not touch the tablets that had gone on the floor, Sweet Morpheus was prayed for…

BT Internet A long time later, I did nod-off, and I was dreaming about falling down caves underground, each level that I fell through had different colour mud? That’s all I recall about it.

  The landline burst into life again. The light woke me, and I was tempted to ignore it, I was so worn-out and tired. But, realised it may be the Matron with more advice or instructions, I battled my weary limbs and whacking great, flabby, generously-proportioned stomached body free of the recliner, and to the phone.

  It was another of the scammers, telling me: In a recorded message, saying your BT Internet service will be disconnected if you don’t continue to the call… I put the phone down!

This paragraph was written in the morning; Wouldn’t it be lovely, if the callers, (this one I’ve had a few times now), could be executed slowly, painfully and publicly? When I first got one of these, I went into Sherlock Holmesian mode and went into a detailed search (This was years before the stroke), to find that the calling number was registered in London. After many site visits on the web, I found that the number originated from Nairobi. Grollucks!

Really peed-off now, I got a drink of water, and back down in search of sleep. Which I did get in the end, but not until long after the Thought Storms had had their last circumlocutionary, psychotropic run at mind-bending. They are good at this!

Inchcock, the Silly-Shilly-Shallier. Sunday 6th December 2020

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TFZer Keith solves his accommodation problem. Hehe!

I hope the Harold Shipman-admiring apothecarist will be investigated when I snuff-it? Hehe! (Details below, dang, dang, dang… Dang!)

Sunday 6th December 2020

Dutch: Zondag 6 December 2020

01:15hrs: I stirred, shuffled, and a blasting emission from the read end that set Harolds Haemorrhoids stinging convinced me to escape out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety recliner. I caught my balance and limped to the wet room and the awaiting the Porcelain Throne.

But regrettably, things didn’t go well at all in there this morning! I was in plenty of time and seated my rhinoceros but wobbly -shaped body down, and in anticipation of a long session, like yesterday’s, I grabbed the crossword book, like yesterday. I wasn’t disappointed!

Trotsky Terence was again thrashed by Constipation Konrad in the PTDDS (Porcelain Throne Daily Domination Stakes). The pain grew worse as things kept starting and stopping mid-stream several times. When the evacuation finally and blissfully stopped, there lied a rock-solid light grey torpedo, steaming and proudly ticking-up out of the water, fin end up! Gawd, what a relief! How in hell, that monster was cleared with one flush, I’ll never know?

I washed and cleaned up, ointmentated the delicate regions, and as I was leaving, I spotted the mildew killer that I’d sprayed on the bad spots of the floor yesterday. It looked to me like by forgetting to go back and rinse it away, I may end up with the floor looking worse than if I’d not meddled with it in the first place. (My life has been a little like that, not to mention the errors, bad choices, and… I’d better stop, there are too many woebegone, voodooed, hapless, Jonah-like and ill-fated things to mention. Haha!)

I got the Health Checks done, Sys still high.

And the body temperature was once again very fair indeed!

I got the new packs of medications out of the prescription bag, putting them with the Enoxaparin and yellow-dirty bin on the fairer, and made a brew of Glengettie.

I took a moody shot of the view from the unwanted, disliked, impossible to get cleaned, kitchen windows. I tried to get the Christmas light in it, and the street lights that gave me the impression, that I’d soon see the Three-Wise-Men coming into view. Hahaha!

  Unbelievable!

Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, were playing with me again. I cannot win with them! Fair enough, they were kind enough to deliver this month’s prescriptions and sent a beautiful young lady to deliver them… but they never fail to take the piss, short deliver, send the wrong amount of medications etc. but this time…

They sent to packs of pods, without any seals of them! When I opened the first one, without my realising, (they are always transparent)

The pills and capsule bounded, shot and flew out all over the place! Some ending up on the floor, I found others on the recliner, others on the floor! Two in the hallway, two in waste bin! I ended up painfully bending on my knees to gather up as many as I could, but there were and still are five absentees that escaped and hid somewhere they are not to be found!

Getting back up, I hit my shoulder on the doorframe as I pulled myself up, and now the previously today, well-tempered SSS (Shuddering Shoulder Shirley) is giving me some mild agony! Flibblegonknackles! 

  Glunglegnatsworth Then, I had the impossible task of sorting the tablets out to get back in the pods!  I had to end up guessing which was which, and some of the escapees were never found. The photo here is one of each of the three medications, you can see how hard it is to identify them. Glunglegnatsworthy!

I ended up having to use the old pods from when I made my own up, but it wasn’t easy. I dropped a few tablets with the shaking right hand (Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters) and even more were lost, or rather couldn’t be found. So through no fault of my own, I’m going to be short of medications again!  That is if I don’t kill myself first by taking the wrong medications?. Granglesknackersbuggerit! 

I lost hours, thank you to, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453.

I’ve no confidence in my having got any of the medication pots right. Gumph!

At long last, I get on the computer to update yesterday’s blog. A mixture of anger, hatred, frustration and fear slowed me up, oh, and Nicodemus didn’t help.

A second-summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. With a sort of panicky-dread, I got the wetroom and found that exactly (almost) the same type of evacuation was suffered, as the first one! But the whole thing was over so much quicker this time.

I was getting a smidge depressed now, I could still not believe what the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the pub and Lidls had done to me! Concentration and coping with SSS was getting me down.

I decided to get some belated breakfast. I pot noodle with added gravy, and the last three slices of bread thins. Nae matter, I’ve got some part-baked baguettes to use. I must get a food order done later on.

I’d try Morrisons, but am not prepared to take their substitutes, the smaller Protection Pants they subbed, could have been returned I suppose, but would the driver wait for me to try a pair on, the accept them back having opened the pack? I think not. I dare not risk getting AAA batteries in place of toothpaste again! It’ll have to be Sainsbury’s then. They are not any better substitutors, though. Instead of bread, they subbed pikelets last time! My own thoughts are winding me up now! Skullclogglebonks!

Time to get Josie’s meal cooked and served soon, I’d better get the ablutions sorted. The session went well. Too well, it was worrying, in fact. A grand total of only seven dropsies (Oh, Yes!), no, I say NO shaving cuts, no dizzies, no knocking anything over, toe-stubbing or walking into anything! Just when I was feeling down and sorry for myself (Thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA), this happens, and I bounce down to depression Defcon Three! Hahaha! One thing though, as I anticipated, mt leaving the scourer on the floor overnight, has made it look worse than ever now. Tsk! Always summat int there?

I got the handwashing sone, rung and hung. Almost forgot about Josie’s nosh, guilt-mode adopted!

I pressed on keeping my eye on the clock. No much coking in this feast for the gal, fresh tomatoes, last of the pickled eggs, cooked beetroot, Mackerel in BBQ sauce, and my world-famous cheesy potatoes… well, Josie, Jane and Pete like them?

A few minutes before midday, at the time the Madam likes her Chef to deliver the Sunday meal, I arrived at Josie’s front door and rang the bells (well, I thought it was a good idea, yer, see). I handed Josie the tray of fodder, with the Rum & Coke drinky, and Limoncello dessert. We had a short natter, and I took this photographicalisation of Josie and her tray. The gal seemed happy enough with it, bless her.

I set to washing up the cooking pots and pans. During which, I knocked a measuring jug and funnel off of the draining board. I thought it rather funny, finding a missing potatoes letter from yesterdays Accifauxpas when I got down to retrieve the jug. The letter Y, why I asked myself. Hehehe!

  Then, reaching down near the cooker for the funnel, I came across a diamond-hard pea! So long since I had any fresh garden peas? Giggle! Shows there is hope for maybe finding some of the missing tablets, yet?

Took the photo of the end car park at the side of the flats. Oddly, all the vehicles in view were either red or black. The Mafia, and the FBI, came to mind?

Note the new Balcony pods? Well, they are not new now, are they?

Back on the updating of this blog. Hours flashed by, as did the getting my head down, thank you, Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453.

For some reason, possibly Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA. Tel: 0115 9605453, I was not really hungry now. Humph! But this soon changed after Roger Reflux started working, and had rid itself of a symphony of wind. So, I got on with the Chilli Con Carne and meatball nosh.

I soon had it digested. Tasty enough too. A Flavour-Rating of 7.5/10.

Then took the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, collated, dispensed, and inspired, “Risk-Yer-Life’, ‘Take Pot-Luck’, ‘Cross Yer Fingers’, medications.

Got down to get some kip, which arrived quickly, but did not last long. I woke up at midnight, sickenly with a jolt, that put a ban and the mockers, on getting back to sleep. Humph!