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Saturday 6th February 2021
Spanish: Sábado 6 de Febrero de 2021
01:00hrs: Woke, no wee-wee wanted? I was in a somewhat vague haze to start with, just went with the flow… sort of.
Up caught my balance, and off to the kitchenette, and made a brew of Glengettie tea. Then back into the main junk room with the mug, and got the computer on… but not for long, an urgent message from the innards sent in haste to the wet room and Porcelain Throne.
And what an odd session it was! I got settled, and the movement began at the slightest effort from me. It slid out painlessly, undemandingly, smoothly and pretty quickly, too! No signs of a struggle, and absolutely mess-free!
Add to this, that there was no bleeding whatsoever; and for a while, I thought I must still be laying on the uncomfortable, c1968 recliner, and dreaming that this was happening? Amazing!
I got the updating all finished and posted the blog off. Sent the email link. Went on Facebooking catch-up. That cost me two hours, but I do love it so. But today, I have got to get a few templates done, I’ve none left to use!
I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and the second call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and very urgent too! In fact, an embarrassing leakage arrived before I got settled down on the Throne. (Shame and self-loathing time!) The flow was stickier but still painless! Soon over, and left me with a 
filthy gooey mess to clean up on the floor, Throne and myself! This put me galvanically into Depression Defcon Two-level! Cleaning up again, took me yonks.
The Subconjunctival haemorrhage eye was stingy just a bit, no real pain as such.
I read and replied to some WP comments, got CorelDraw on to upload photos, and then made a strat on graphic creating, for the template making. This is going to be a mammoth job.
First things first, though, a wee-wee, washed and made a mug of Glengettie.
The view from the kitchen window had acquired a beautiful red tinge. So I took this picture of it. Not very good, but of course it was the Canon Camera being used.
I made the tea and used the Evolve Hypromellose eye drops, I had leftover from the last time the blood vessels burst. I struggled just like before to get the stuff into the eye, and lost a lot of it down my face. I wish the hospital people would have told me how to put them in, cause I can’t get the hang of it. I’ll recheck the eye later on, but now, back to the CorelDrawing.
Stretching to use the picker upperer to retrieve a dropped letter, I had a tumble and clouted my head and right shoulder. Henceforth things are using photographs as reminders and details remain sketchy until I seemed to come back as I was making a brew. The 
intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery, that I’d forgot all about coming.
Took the bags through to the kitchen, I do recall being aghast at the green potatoes in the large bog of potatoes delivered, and struggling to get the things the freezer as it meant bending down, which was currently very painful.
Feeling unwell, tired and only really want to go back to sleep?
I think I did some CorelDrawing, but not much is there as I type this, in the morning.
I stopped everything, to go and get the ablutions tackled. But was just not up to it, the head was spinning, the shoulder and head aching, and I just sat down to rest.
Not sure how long for, must have been a few hours or so. I constantly got up, checked lights, windows, faucets etc., I couldn’t get top sleep, and the Thought Storms were rampant, getting no rest at all.
When the door chimes rang out.
I struggled with surprising difficulty to the door, it was the postman, who immediately showed concern over how I looked and inquired if I was alright, “Would you like me to call you an ambulance?”
He delivered a letter and a parcel.
I think Sister Jane rang. All confused.
Just what I needed in the envelope, a multi questionnaire from Nottingham City Homes to be filled in. I’ve already got the two NHS ones, the monthly passing and BP one, and Covid-19 to fill in, and can’t face doing them how I feel, Humph! The box was the Amazon Dettol that the tracker tells me will 
be here Monday.
I left everything and sat down again, and stayed there for hours, getting up only for wee-weeing occasionally. Eventually nodding off.
I woke about 23:00hrs, feeling horrifically unwell, but not poorly-sick, really. I got some nosh made. Didn’t eat much of it.
Then got the computer on to finish this post, and let the mind stew as it was going to anyway.
02:35hrs: I woke wearily, unsaddled my over-bellied body from the recliner, caught my balance without, any bother or Whoopsies, and had a wee-wee. 
Utilising the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), it sank in how late I’d risen back to semi-life. And realised that I’d had… Six-Hours of sleep! Yee-Haa! 
The wee-wee was of the SP (Short-Powerfull) type, followed by a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling).
The mind started wandering from one thing to another, as I emptied and cleaned the bucket. But one thing was overriding all others – I wanted, no, needed a mug of tea, so off to the kitchenette and brewed a mug of Glengettie. This thirst, but only for tea, remained with me all morning, by Gawd, I drank so many mugs, it worried me? 
Summonings from the innards demanded I rush off to the wet room and pay the Porcelain Throne a visit! So, I did! 
Constipation Konrad! Things were not going to move easily this time. I tried applying a little pressure, but the pain was overbearing, so I grabbed the crossword book and failed to get any more solutions. Things 
circumstances. 
I cleaned up and got on with the hemerine Health Checking duties. In doing the body temperature first, making a change with the made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and reliable contactless thermometer. Result: 36.9°c. Fair enough!
I had a quick look at the Covid-19 leaflet that arrived yesterday. 
Not than I’m terrible thick (Maybe a little, mind you) but I just couldn’t seem to grasp all of the details. 
Then I got diverted from the plan and wobbled off sorting out the handwashing I did yesterday. I checked the clothes I’d hung above the kitchen wall window near the window. That was the maroon, made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, the Pakistani made Cedar Wood Hollow-out 
Round Neck Acrylic Sweater, and the made in India, Tru-Size pyjama bottoms-lounge pants. Moving them as they were almost dry now. 
Finally, at last, I got on the computer to download some photographs for use. 
coming on the wrist again, that resemble the Clopidogrel allergy ones. I felt the feet giving off the same warm, itchy sensations too? Fortuitously, I had a look in the medications drawers and found a tube of Germolene, and an old Boot’s Derma Care, which I expected to be long out-of-date, but it had six-months use-by life left! No point in 
my using them before the ablutions and showering, so I took them into the wet room to utilise later on. A touch of good luck there! Smug-Mode-Adopted! Much changes of fortune today, already!
car park bit. 
Then I started farting around checking the flavourings in the cupboard again. What’s a matter with me? I might use some later. I’ve decided to have a tin of CCC, add peas and the potatoes currently slow-boiling in the crock-pot. 
After a while, I decided to try putting in, smoked paprika, and onion salt. I’ll try to get some guidance for next week when the minced beef arrives, and I try to make Chilli-Con-Carne from scratch. 
cracked on with updating the Thursday blog. The ailments had died down, and I soon had it completed. Smug-Mode-Engaged! Posted off the dairy. Pinterested photos then went on Facebook catching-up. Read and replied to WP comments, both of them. (Hehe!) Emailed the link, and went to make yet another brew, Co-op 99 this time.
I made another mug of tea, Glengettie!
Off to get the ablutions done. The blotch on the left hand is still there, but a lot less noticeable. 
Amazon, oh, and some Dettol. One coming Monday, two on 15th, and one between a week on Saturday to Tuesday. 
The teeth cleaning went painlessly? Another mystery? Shaving made me take another shot of the… this has not been Christened yet has it? Erm… Red-Eye Robert? Worra yer fink? Haha! 
I’d sooner not mention how the showering went if yer doesn’t mind. The bruises will soon go, I’m sure. The first real attack from Dizzy Dennis for over a week, caught me off-guard, Tsk! 
Drying off, I also noticed, that the new designer legs ankle ulcer was all but gone? 
I got dressed (well, it seemed a good idea, Haha!) and got the kitchen cleaned and mopped. Back-Pain-Brenda, who I started off when I fell in the shower, was not happy with me at all. Now that, I can understand and live with!)
I got the meal prepped a bit more. Chilli in the saucepan with the peas, the spuds will soon be ready too. The weariness is dawning, nosh time! 
Started doing the Health-Checks, with the Blood Pressure on the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. Great! The SYS was down to 130, it’s never been so low! Dia 83, pulse 79.
The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, gave exactly the same reading as it did yesterday, of 36.7°c. That was pleasing, cause I reckon that is a fair level.
Please note that I did not miss last nights doses! Hehe! About time too! 
rt of the Nottingham City Councils efforts to claw back £millions, due to Covid-19. There was an email address to offer our views on the subject, and I sent one. But it will inevitably have to go. Shame, but it can’t be helped.
I put the remainder of the mini-potatoes in the crock-pot, and added some chives and sea salt, leaving them to hopefully, marinate. Note how SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) encouraged me to tip in half the pot of chives? Grumph! 
Titivating the fridge, and I came across this whatever it was in the photo on the right? It was snuggled in the door tray, hidden under some pots of milk. I wonder what it was? You have to laugh! Well, I did anyway, during which, I let pains in both eyes, not bad at all, but it worried me. So much that I got the 
camera to investigate.
I put the computer into sleep-mode and got some handwashing done. The made in Myanmar (Burmese), maroon zip-up jacket, and the new made in India, Tru-Size pyjama bottoms-lounge pants, are not true-to-size very warm, but comfortable enough with all the heating on full.
Off to get the ablutions tended to. I had a nosey at the eye again, it looks a tad worse than yesterday, and the annoying itching continues. As for the ablutions, well, hardly any problems at all. It was as if I was in a dream! Total all the way through, there were only about six dropsies, nowt knocked over – Grrreat! 
I made a start on the waste bag assembling. And found four letters had been posted, I went off to investigate, one from the NHS – DVT Deep-Vein-Thrombosis Warfarin clinic with the results of the last blood test, the INR was up to 3.4, which is almost spot-on, at last something went right! Yee-Haa! 
Another from the NHS, telling to book an appointment for the Covid-19 Vaccine – this is the third one I’ve had, and the appointments were made last Wednesday, I think it was. Another, telling me the same thing, including a leaflet of what to expect and do at the appointment. 
Sister Jane rang, I was in the middle of sorting out the waste bags, and she said she’d ring back. Which she did! I got the job cleared up, and she rang back with impeccable timing, as is her way. Haha! We had a good chinwag, Pete chipping in. He’s doing so well with his Big C – Super! W
– not an uneventful little poddle as it turned out… 
Of course, it didn’t bother me really.
I went down ion the lift to take the recycling stuff to the bin. The flooring chaps were working in the lobby, and the main front doors were out of bounds, so I went through the caretaker’s access room, and out to the big bin. 
Back up, had a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea, rubbed some Phorpain Gel on the bashed up elbow, and top, the midday 
medications, olive oiled the lugholes nibbled some Pretzel pieces, the Honey, Mustard and Onion flavoured ones. Gawd they’re good! 
I’ve blocked substitutes on the veg, else I might have ended up their Sainsbury’s famous Super-Substitutes and got things like; a cheese knife, pickled walnut and/or some postage stamps. 
Going to get some nosh sorted, I’m fading fast here. Haha! 
Then I set to serving the meal up on the tray. And a decent one it was. The turkey slices were supposed to be Chilli-flavoured, some folks would have been disappointed, but the mild taste suited me down to the ground… 
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01:30hrs: I sneezed as I sprang back into semi-consciousness, to find my blubberous, belly-ridden body bent, balancing part on, and little off of, the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, and one leg sticking up on the swivel chair? 
How I wish I’d had a CCTV fitted. And attempted rising back up could be recorded for posterity. The urgency of the wee-wee forced me to throw caution to the wind, and I blundered free of the recliner, no catching my balance, and Cartilage Cathy gave way, and down I went on the worst of the two knees, of course!
I knelt there, part-surprised, part-giggling to myself, part in agony… and pondered over how the hell I got done in the first place – and then the wish that I’d got a CCTV to have recorded the events. I believe it would have gone viral on YouTube! Hahaha! I immensely enjoyed the fact that I’d got away with things without any injury… 
I nervously got up from the recliner, but things went well, other than an acute pain with the right knee, I seemed to have got away injury free! Which I liked! 
with updating yesterdays blog. I had messages from My Norton, that took a good while to get sorted, luckily it did it all for me, I just clicked a few buttons.
their best to handicap my progress (they did a fair job of this mind), it took a while. 
Glengettie of the day. But resisted it, and pressed on with Starting this blog going.
I took the photos of the legs, at least they were looking very fair this morning. Then, I started a sneezing bout, that if I had got my glasses on, would indeed have had them off again! Mixed fortunes abounded in this session! I took this snap of the moon en route.
And got the heath Checks done.
The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, read a decent 15SYS, DIA 79, and the pulse read at 78. 
Well, why not, I’m fed up of hearing me moan today!.
I investigated the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) letter that had been posted through the door. Monday 8th February, the are breeding the floor on Winchester and Woodthorpe Court ground floor lobbies, so no access in or out of the flats will be available from 08:00 > 14:00hrs. When the creeding is done. I’ll have a word with Anne Gyna, Aorta Heart-Valve Arnold, Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, and Diabetes Donald, and ask them not to attack me at this time of day on that Monday) Cause the Paramedics will not be able to gain access. Hehehe!
Con-Carne. Still, plenty of other stuff in stock, and Sainsbury’s are delivering bread this time! According to the email, anyway.
Cathy Cartilage nearly had me over as I was picking the tea up top take with me. Luckily, being an athletic young man, in perfect physical condition, with reactions of a viper… Ahem! I managed to save the day by grabbing at the edge of the counter’s corner. Then I cleaned up spilt tea! 
pepper, yoghourt and beetroot in the fridge. Tomatoes in the cupboard, as I did with the seasonings, canned foods, and the passata. The cleaners went under the sink, with the bleach.
(above), they were blighted terribly. I washed and put a few in the crock-pot for later on. But had to dish a lot of them. 
I set to updating again, the weariness was beginning to fall, and the landline chirped and flashed. It was the extremely nice and patient DVT (Deep-Vein-Thrombosis) lady giving me a check call to see how things were going. Made my day it did! The usual questions about medication problems, sleep, the Covi-19 vaccine inoculations, am I eating properly, and many more, she let me answer each one, even though in the excitement of getting a call, brought Stuttering Stephanie into action, the lady was supportive with me, Bless 
her cotton socks. 
little scarce today, yet the blader feels as if I should be wee-weeing more?
I decided to make a start on the dinner prepping.
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I washed me and the bucket, disinfected and got on with the Health Checks.
The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di company, and reliable contactless thermometer result as down a smidgeon on yesterdays reading, at 36.9°c, (98.42°f). A good count, methinks? It’s ion the green anyway.
I made a mess of photographing the feet as I got dressed. I’ve no idea what I did wrong? But it came out pretty horrible! 
I made a brew of Glengettie tea, put the milk in, and had to nip to the Porcelain Throne in some haste. 
I got as far as making the header for the funny ode post, and the door chimes burst forth. It was the district nurse, bless her cotton socks! I hobble unsteadily to the door and welcomed her in. Such a lovely lady ♥. 
Funny that is, just the day after Deana made the appointments, I get the chance, which I can no longer accept, of having the injections done at home arranged by the Doctor! Then it changed to “
I got the nosh, such as it was, prepared and on the plate and tray. So wearified now! No cooking involved, all cold stuff, but I did enjoy it, as I settled and watched a Tales of the unexpected episode, well, tow pf them, but I nodded off when the advertisements came on in the second one, waking up as the music started as it finished.
02:35hrs: Yet another night of broken sleep patterns. Shame that! Still, needing a wee-wee, and the Vampire Nurse being due to remove my blood early today, I had to rise from the £300, second-hand, c1968, excrescent, horrendously-grungy, beige coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner. 
I caught my balance easily enough, and I made my way to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and painfully rid myself of about three eggcups full of wee-wee, with even more of the stubborn PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with. 
Relieving myself, I got a message from the EQ. It was not a clear one, but sort of mixed signals that didn’t warn me, but rather advised me to absorb what was coming along soon and analyse the situation and make a positive decision. Very vapid and vague, but that what was revealed to me?
I took the hanging to dry green quilt down from the coat hanger on the rail above the sink. And laid it on the server-trolley, in such a position, that the damp parts, top and bottom, were nearest the wall heater. Cunning eh? 
I did the Health Checks, starting with the dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer.
Still, I didn’t mind. Ahem! 
Blessedly, and amazingly, apart from Cartilage-Cathy (who did not affect the typing, only the concentration), and SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley frequently attacking; the other ailments were in a good mood with me. Which meant I got the blog updated in an efficient time scale. Smug-Mode-Adopted, and Smirking with swaying-head, and Satisfied-Smile, that gave way to blooming great laugh, breaking out, too!)
I had over an hour, to get the shaving-shower etc. done! I put the computer in sleep mode (I wish I could that with me), and off to the wet room.
The medicationalisationing went fair, too! The legs looked a little blotchy, but I think that was due to the lighting in the wet room.
I got the waste bags sorted out and stacked up on the trolley-walker in the hallway, with a box of recyclables on the top of the pile.
from the ones I’d bought, mistakenly thinking they were adult ones (Waste not, want not). I’ll find someone today to give the others to.
Down in the lift, and met Doris, we fought our way through the lobby that was being done-up. Out and to the bin, left the bag of recyclables, no sign of Robert. Then I carried on to the Winwood Court and the warden’s, Obergruppenfürheress Deana,
I handed the bag to Deana and begged her for help with the vaccination paperwork, she told me to sit down in the lobby, while she sorts the dates and times our for me, bless her cotton socks.
I asked if the foot-lady was still open, Deana said no, so that’s the end of my Friday appointment then, Humph!
I walked along Chestnut Way back to the flats.
facemasks, back up to the flat.
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blog for a few hours.
I woke several times, and I thought I’d start keeping a record of future ones on the notepad. 
I was feeling proper shackered, but not low or miserable with it, just drained. Sweet Morpheus has not been kind to me these last few nights. And with Anne Gyna kicking off, a smidge of ‘feeling-sorry for-myselfness’ lingered. Hey-Ho! 
Then. I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day. 
Anne Gyna kicked off again with a venom! 
The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another decent level of 36.5°c, well in the acceptable green area. 
the Chestnut Walk car park.
The teeth cleaning did not go very well, Toothache Thomas was angry. The shaving went average, the two activities saw only four dropsies! I seriously considered going into Smug-Mode, but you know my luck, so I didn’t! 
I couldn’t find the wristwatch tp put back on. A look in all rooms and the wet room too failed to locate it. Not to fret, it’ll show up later somewhere. I don’t mind, but these Rolex ones ain’t cheap yer know… oh, alright then… I got it from the second-hand charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flats, for £2, Hehehe! Within a month it needed a new battery for £18, and a new strap £10. It’s also gone rusty, yet still keeps going!
Then, the first proper Accifauxpa of the day! As I turned away from the sink, loss of Balance Brian attacked and momentarily confused, as I started to go down, instead of grabbing the sink unit, I got hold of the long dustpan brush handle. Which, weighing about 4 ounces and made of plastic, surprisingly didn’t afford me any support at all! 
Josie opened the door, said the meal was too big, said something else I couldn’t catch, smiled and shot back indoor with her dinner and weekly carrier with the treats. I think she wanted to get back to the hone with her Sister, my EQ said so, anyways. 
An hour later.
I got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs in Chilli sauce into the pan, added some peas, and keep nipping through to stir and check on it. No fresh stuff left now, the onions, leeks, carrots and peppers have gone, or thrown away through ageing, Hahaha! 
I found today’s figures for local Coronavirus cases. 
I vainly and stupidly looked outside, thinking perhaps the track has broken and the man may be coming now… Humph! 
Frustrated a bit, and so very weary, I summoned the strength to get the thin green quilt hand washed. I got it done, rinsed, wrung and hung above the sink to drip dry. It should be ready by about August. 
Got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs served up, and ate it with some brown bread thins. Really tired, but still enjoyed the meal.
02:05hrs: I woke, wearily, and reluctantly, after another restless night of waking, fretting, nodding-off again and waking, worryingly, repeatedly, over and over! Fungleboggles!
I got my humungously-stomached body from the semi-comfort of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), surprisingly releasing what felt like a gallon, of wee-wee into the receptacle described above. A steady flow throughout, and no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)! 
I took the morning medications and then tended to the Health Checks. 
Then, the Chinese, made by the Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer reading was up a tad too. But, I assume it must still be within the acceptable range because it showed in the green.
Once again, I tried my bestest to get a decent photograph of the morning view, but I was unable to do this! 
I tried to toy with them a bit, in CorelDraw bitmap, hoping to get them clearer… But, no! These are the best I could manage, and it was annoying to keep failing so pathetically!
I kept flushing and hand-refilling the tank, for what seemed like an hour at the time. Each try, failing to clear the mass away. 
I got the stick and tried to reach, to assist the bleach, but the stick broke in half! A few more failed flushes later, I gave it one last try. Losing my sanity was a distinct possibility… and Wallah! With a bit of gurgling, and bubbling water coming back up, the bowl was cleared! Hurrah! 
I got the blog posted off. Did the Facebooking etc. Went on the Comments, and found that Billum from Ohio, has the same ‘Extremely High Risk’ for his locality. I hope Lisa and he will be alright and safe. I had a wee-wee!
I did get some wax out, but far from all of it. Then the idea to have a look to see if Amazon had something easier to use on offer came to me. The present tool’s twister is forever falling off. But it has been like that since I bought it. I found another type that was a bit dearer, but it looked like it might be easier to manipulate. So, I ordered one. I checked the Tracker for today’s Pretzels as well. I hope the tracker is right, and I can get them delivered before 22:00hrs! Note the new flavour ones, Hehehe!
I had another bash at working out what the scribbled notes about the dream meant. No luck!
The YourArea Emagazine sent the latest local Coronavirus figures for the last complete seven-days. 
I had a look at the Amazon tracker, and it is further away than it was two hours ago? 
More bad news found. Nottingham Hospitals under pressure: 749 beds occupied by Covid patients. And 92 more deaths with the virus in the past week! 
Got the nosh done up and eaten.
wee-weeing, somehow. 
The Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, sold by Amazon, gave a satisfactory reading of 36.7°c and showing in the green. 
I limped to the computer, got it booted up, and the innards insisted that I visit the Porcelain Throne, so I did! A delay in the actions starting again, so I had a go at the crossword puzzle that I was struggling with yesterday – I’m still struggling with it now. Hehe! 
I got the updating of the Thursday diary completed. The ailments were not too bad to me at all! Posted it off, and sent the email link. Then onto Facebook catching-up. Visited the WordPress Reader Section, and realised as I went to make a brew, all that work and time, and no more wee-
weeing? Something amiss here? 
Found the Coronavirus local figures, new cases down a bit more, but they are still coming, so let’s hope for the bestest!
However, overall, a smashing session! Smug-Mode Adopted! 
I got the waste bags made up and added them to the ones already in the bag on the walker-guide. And off to the waste-room. 
Wrote the notes, and had a weak-unwilling wee-wee.
I discerned that the model they used had remarkable similarities to my physical attributes. (Ahem!) The only slight differences being; He is taller, younger, more muscular, flat-bellied, had hair on his head and chest, and was more attractive to women.
The need for a wee-wee caused me to stop en route to the wet room, and I utilised the overnight bucket—a strong effort this morning, of the FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style. I cleaned the knuckle and applied some Germolene. The flow continued, so I had to use some Daktacort on it. That woke me up fully! Argh! But it worked, and the bleeding was stopped completely within a minute or so. It was a good healthy looking deep-red, mind you)
Then I got the jammies, and my red-spotted belly cleaned up. Wide awake now for sure! 
I observed that the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) provided monitor, had better readings this morning. Humidity and Room Temperature both nearly in the Green! 
I grabbed the crossword book, in expectation of a struggle ahead. This crossword I was looking at was a lot harder than the others in this book. I’d been stuck on it for days. I got one answer, and I felt hopeful about this, leading to more success, but no! 
04:00hrs: This calls for a good fresh brew of Glengettie. Off to the kitchenette. 
The nest one, a view straight down onto the Chestnut Walk car park. 
Made a brew of Glengettie, and returned to the computer. 
Testing stations report said that: 496 People tested positive got Coronavirus in Nottinghamshire in the last 24 hours. It’s all very confusing, and not over yet!
I sorted a little brekkers for myself to nibble. Last of the pork & mushroom pâté, small tomatoes (salted), and the Milk Roll bread last.
👍 A much easier showering session. No banging into anything, no dizzy spells, only a couple pf dropsies, and free of toe-stubbing – Yee-Haa!
As I was doing the deodorantisationing and looked in the mirror (Some I try to avoid, nowadays!) I spotted what assumed was a bit of fluff from the towel on the top of my head. I tried to pick it, nope, flicked at it, nope, no movement… ran the scrubbing brush over my dome to shift it… then realised it was not a bit of fluff. Hahaha! What is it is a mystery to me? Why and how would a spot appear within a few hours that was not there five hours ago? Mmm?
I just hope that it doesn’t spoil my young, masculine, attractive features that the ladies love so much… Oh, alright, sorry! 
It was a bit of an awkward manoeuvre, but after some wriggling and fidgeting I got them on. Then felt the of lump underneath the thick quilt that I was sat upon… Oh, dearie me!
It was the wholemeal sliced loaf of bread I couldn’t find last night, Tsk! Nicely crunched up and reshaped now. Hehehe! It could happen to anyone… but maybe not?
I remembered the mushroom marinating (not than I’m sure mushrooms do marinate?), and I got the crock-pot turned on auto. 
I also noticed how my yarmulke was looking a little well worn. So I hand-washed it and hung it for a few weeks to dry, hanging over the sink’s side, on a strainer. 
time, as my arm jerked, I got a full screen come up, with warnings galore that I didn’t understand were about, but no option to do anything, Cancel – Close or the likes. 