♥ TFZeress Janet, visiting Nottingham, I’m keeping an eye on her! ♥
Monday 28th December 2020
Zulu: UMsombuluko 28th December 2020
Such fascinating memories! Ahem!
Head-down 21:30hrs. At 23:10hrs: I shot awake, and the brain soon joined me. Whatever the sudden expergefactor was for this, I do not know! But I did know I could not ignore that something had woken me, and I had to get up and have a look around for any signs of danger, calamity, or risk, that might be lurking. I needed a wee-wee anyway.
The freeing of the onerously large and flobby-stomached torso with the dangly legs from the recliner was achieved with relative ease, this morning. Once up onto my feet and doing the balance exercises, I knew care would be needed in my hobbling around in my search for the cause of me rude-awakening. The balance was all over the place, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), CC Cartilage Cathy and RAI’s (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis’s) knees were all in a cruel, foul mood with me. (Fair enough, yesterday they were all kind to me)
I made an inspection of sorts of the flat, room by room. The Hallway apart from being untidy had no indications of anything out of order.
Apart from being even more untidy and messier than Steptoe & Sons, the junk room bore no signs of wrongdoings.
The wet room, again untidy, but it looked okay safety-wise.
The kitchenette, the three rooms’ messiest, made me feel guilty, but no dangers were found.
Off back to the front room, to utilise the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I think it’s going to be another struggle-to-pee day. The flow was reluctant and needed internal encouragement, which was a risky thing to do; When I applied some power to push the fluid out, the rear-end department very nearly started to evacuate of its own accord! Crivvens, it was a close thing! No question about it, Trotsky Terence is going to be in charge of the evacuations this morning!
As I was getting the kettle on, (and this must have looked the most comical speed-hobble I’d ever done) the movement from the rear-end began to flow of its own accord on the limp to the wet room, I hit my shoulder on the door frame, knocked the clothes off of the coat hangers in the hall onto the floor, and stubbed the same toe as I did yesterday against the heater!
I distinctly recall thinking, ‘Well fancy that!’, as I scrambled onto the much-needed Porcelain Throne! Cough, cough!
The action began before the bum had hit the plastic lid! A mammoth, tremendously long torpedo made its way to freedom. But smoothly! No pain, but much bleeding from Harolds Haemorrhoids, I’m afraid.
Where all evacuated product came from, I’ve not the foggiest? Well, I know that. What I meant was, with me not eating a lot of fodder yesterday, how did such a massive quantity of waste come from. I think? A total victory for Trotsky Terence once again. All over fairly quickly, I began to clean things up, medicate the backside with Germoloid ointment, and wiped around to make sure that none of the sprinkling wee-wee that exited at the same time, had missed the bowl. Thinking all the time, about the mess I have to clean up in the hallway and kitchen yet!
Washed, and cleared, cleaned-up the mess I’d made in the hallway and kitchen in my desperate dash to the throne. Got it done, eventually, and brooded over my bad luck, wondering if it will ever improve before the Grim Reaper arrives. Tsk! Did myself no good though, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) is giving me some stick now, due to all the bending when clearing up. Humph!
Made a brew of 99 tea for a change, and noticed the two lights were showing again, in fact, they came on as first looked out of the window? An odd thing that, lights coming on at two in the morning? I took a couple of snaps of the view from the kitchen window.
The first one I used the Nightime Panorama, the second was done in Auto mode.
I later found this shot on the right. I think it was an involuntary one, Ahem!
The stomach was beginning to rumble and churn again, I didn’t think it would be long until the Throne was needed again. (Where’s it coming from?)
Then, I went into one of my brain-dead, lacking logicality, total loss of concentration, lost-the-plot-yet again, what-the hell-am-I doing, modes!
I knew what I was doing alright, and yet I didn’t think it was right for some reason. But on I plodded, started on doing the hand-washing and sorting the togs out.
All in a robotic fashion?.
I moved the zip-up jacket, hanging above the sink to drain on a coat-hangar, it was nearly dry enough to use now.
I hung that in the hallway over the clothes airer.
Then got the quilt from the recliner, and hand-washed it with great care and attention? Checking it closely for any loose bits of cloth or spots I’d missed in the washing process.
Even the fabric softener and disinfectant were used in rinsing, and I rinsed the thing several times before adding the liquids in one final rinse. I got that hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry.
Why had I done this? No idea, but I somehow knew it had to be done? I had a spell similar to this a few months ago. I mentioned it to the Falls-Team man if I remember correctly, it just made him laugh! The instant I’d got the quilt hung, a semi-normality returned, and much confusion with it! Why?
So, much later than ever before, I made another brew of Glengettie and started updating the Sunday blog. My doing the sudden handwashing kept coming into my mind to toy with. Why? The wee-wees kept interrupting my progress, and each one was just a tiny sprinkling. The damned ‘Hum’ was again so loud.
At long last, I got the blog finished. I got it posted off, along with the email link. Pinterested a few snaps. (Using the notes from the pad to update this, I came across F13, written clear enough for me be certain that is what I had scribbled – what the heck it means, 
I’ve not the least knowledge of?) Reading through the other writing on the pad, I realised I had not done the Health checks!
I got the ear drops done first. Another farce, I got more down the face 
than in the eye. Huh! I was beginning to think I was losing it today!
The flaming SYS was at 165, to high again. There will be no nurses calling to take my blood that I can talk to with the holidays. Shame!
The temperature was fine, though. Not all bad and bonkers then, Haha!
Back to the computing, and went on Facebooking. That took far less time than usual, folks will be busy with their families, sorting out and getting plans made for the New Year?
Aha, the second summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. There was nae bother this time. I got there in plenty of time, a repeat of the first visit, but less of it. Hehe!
The well-stubbed toe was not as bad; I thought it might be. The pale skin looked a bit blotchy, but that’s normal, I suppose. I think I should be more concerned about the brain, rather than body, after this morning’s mental farcicalities!
I made a start on this template for an hour or two, but the concentration was ailing. Then went to make another brew of Glengettie. The fog had come down now.
I took a few pictures.
After which, I had visits from Shaking Shaun, which did me no good, especially as Shaun stayed with me for over an hour! By the time he’d left, SSS had returned for another hour or so, donating a very stiff aching shoulder for me to put up with, making typing with any degree of accuracy a difficult job. I’m literally praying that the other ailments, like Nicolas and Anne Gyna, don’t kick-off. Now the mental and physical challenges were a hassling me. Argh!
I took a break from the concentration-demanding blogging, and I poddled to the kitchen to check on the thin quilt.
I moved the nearly dried quilt, over the server on wheels trolley, and moved it close to the storage heater, to let it get dried enough.
Then had a look into what I might have for the meal today. The tin of Krakus Lopatka (cooked pork shoulder), I’d bought in error, thinking it was pork knuckle attracted my attention. That, with some potatoes or chips, peas or beans sounded a good idea.
Then I spotted a can of sausage and bean stew, that appealed even more to me. Because I vaguely recall trying it before and enjoying it. Of course, relying on what I remember is not a guarantee of anything! But, I took the decision to try it today. I took a decision a few weeks ago, you know, oh, yes!
Of to the kitchen and got the can opened without any fuss A ring-pull!
Put it in the saucepan to find there is only one insipid looking sausage in it! The beans are tasty, though. It’s called a stew? So I got the oven on, to do some frozen pork 
sausages to add to the pan. Cunning eh?
The fog was still there outside. How I feel, and things are going today, there is probably more fog in my head than there is out there. Hogglebogwash!
The head was getting more confused now, so I gave up on the blogging and prepared the meal. I did some sausages in the oven, and added them to the saucepan, along with some Squid vinegar, and a tin of chilli beans. It came out alright, a Taste Rating of 7/10.
Sleep took a while, but it did arrive earlier than usual. Didn’t stay too long, but I had a straight-through uninterrupted kip of 4-hours, which was welcome, and is about average for this last week.
Take care, folks.
01:10hrs: I woke after a rather sad, just under three hours of sleep. Robotically, I climbed falteringly out of the egregious, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, oh, so sickenly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, and caught my balance easily enough. No calls for a wee-wee!
I turned the computer on. Argh! The greatly dreaded, much-feared, trying, and gut-wrenching ‘Blue Screen’ came up mid-way through its loading! 
As it restarted. It seemed to take a long time, during which I waited patiently… no, that a lie! – I panicked, fretted and prayed for a successful outcome!
‘Phew!’ It started up okay then! I gingerly opened up the Firefox internet, then the CorelDraw, and things seemed to be working in a normal fashion. I cheered up exponentially but did not go into any Smug-Mode, not until I was sure things would work right again. Boy, was I relieved and glad! 
Grobleknackerbangles! 
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, showing a temperature of 36.7°c. 
I got the finished blog sent off to WordPress. Replied to some emails, and made another brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana this time. (Two more wee-wees?) 
tried to retake a decent photograph. This one came out much better than the first effort. Then I took an unzoomed shot in Nightime panorama mode. I’d hoped the clouds I could just make-out in the sky would be captured, but no!
Another mug of tea was fancied, so I went and made a cup of Glengettie. On the way back to the computer, Argh! I stubbed a toe! A pretty good effort it was, on the wheel of the swivel chair. 
manipulated the Nikon camera, with dexterity, or just good luck. I managed to get a shot of the offending pain giving whatever it was. Anybodies guess, but I’ll stick with it being a … well, it looks like a boil or furuncle. The discharge from it overnight had been captured in the PPs, so no bother there.
I did a lot of blogging, email reading and sorting, got rid of some unwanted photos from the SD cards, and potatoes. The wee-wees were going on strike. And I took this photo after the rain had stopped altogether.
Late, for me, at 03:45hrs,
I hauled my cumbersomely flabby-bellied body from the depths of the now looking like collapsing, unsteady, c1968 recliner to get my balance to go for a wee-wee. I soon realised that CCs, (Cartilage Cathy’s) patella needed adding to the list of my being-naughty ailments. Still, it made for a bit of change in my usual limping and hobbling style as I made for the wet room. Where another surprise awaited me, a good one! Well, more, actually. 
I got the medicalisationing tackled, starting with the Chloramphenicol antibiotic eye drops, the Carmellose eye drops, into the eye, and down my cheeks, over the moustache and into my mouth, as normal. The Docusate Sodium medicine, Dioctyl® 100mg Poo-Softener, and the morning medications were taken. 
I got the computer on, and had a long job again, cause I had to load and sort out the evening sky photographs. Although it wasn’t my skills that made these snaps so good, I still got an inkling of pride that they came out alright for once. My particular favourite was this one on the right. a grand mixture of light and dark patches, the grey clouds visible higher up in the sky. The yellow strip… I liked this one. 
Doing the medicationalising after drying off, (I knew this would happen one day!) applying the Gemoloid ointment, and damned SSS kicked off, at just the most inopportune time! I started Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding profusely. Still, it’s the first time she’s done that. (I’m talking to an ailment again here, is there no chance for me?
later, I will put on a pair of the old PP’s, that will cope easily with it. It’s a life innit! 
that, and I put some snaps on Pinterest. Then as I went on to Facebook, the landline flashed. It was Brother-in-Law Pete, asking about the blog link he’s not received yet. I explained about the long day yesterday and told him I was about to send it. We had a little natter, I enjoy them, you know. 
Got the job done and emailed the link. Then got a little brekkers to nibble. 
Then realised I’d not done the BP and temperature. (Twit!) So I did them. The temperature was spot-on again. Things are going so well this morning, compared to how they usually go, I was considering upgrading mt Smug-Mode to Grade-B. Hahaha!
during which I up[dated the Personal word Dictionary on Excel, the pile pains were joined by Anne Gyna’a stinking right across the chest. 
A quick search for the latest Covid-19 figures, locally.
garden peas, the last of the little tomatoes and a Jenny-supplied pickled egg. 
My interest in football was rekindled. (It was fading when Brian Clough retired, then dissipated altogether) I borrowed this photo from the BBC, I hope they don’t mind. Villa’s second goal. 
23:40hrs: Up, felt the rumbling, thanked heavens for the PPs (Protection Pants) I’d got on, fumbled up on my feet, fell back down again, kicking off poor Harold’s Haemorrhoids stinging and bleeding. 
It is a good life that I lead! A second attempt, a more hurried one, with the threat of an involuntary evacuation occurring, and off to the wet-room.
Goodness Gracious Me! I sat, the evacuation shot out, and almost painlessly again. But oh, dearie me, it was a messy imitation of door-stop, and so mess-making and gooey! A long cleaning up, and new pants installed on by abdominous, blubbery-stomached body. I few squirts of Brut and 
citrus air spray was called for, and I sprayed them unsparingly. 
photographs uploaded into CorelDraw, page headers, Thoughts and Day-of ones created, after doing the Health Checks, of course. 
much so, I considered whether or not to hobble back to the Throne. 
I checked on Excel how the Templates were looking, a lot to get done yet. 
05:00hrs: I stopped for a rare this morning, wee-wee, made a brew, and noticed that the car headlights were there again? This mystery was pondered over. After some 
thought and my investigative Sherlock Holmesian brain pondered further, I decided it wasn’t car headlights at all. I reckon now that it is either some timed street or factory lights. I forget why I thought this, though, but there you go! 
Progress was being made with the graphic-making. A Smug-Mode Adopted!
Things calmed down, and I worked on the templating, but far less productively now, it was hard to control the hand and fingers for CorelDrawing manipulation and typing. 
Back to the template making.
and got the dirty filthy zip-up jacket washed, well in the bowl soaking anyway.
Still, I have my magnificent body, good health, vast wealth, and good looks. Ahem!
I stirred the chilli beef, added the veg, and got the hand-washing done, rung, and hung on a coathanger to dry above the sink.
Finally, I got the fodder served up. It was so tasty. It should be after nine-hours in the slow cooker, and another one in the saucepan, Tsk! 
Feeling a little perkier now, I set about the challenge of actually getting some of the Chloramphenicol and Carmellose eye drops into the eye; as opposed to down my cheeks, on the moustache and into my mouth. An arduous task, I know! I got the things needed out, and commenced battle!
I got the kettle on the boil and took this photograph of the moon partially showing through the clouds. 
I made another mug of tea, Glengettie Gold this time. (I’ll get to drink one eventually!) While waiting, I noticed that the moon had peeped through the clouds again, so I got the Nikon and did my best to get a decent shot of it. I failed, of course! Unless the two white spots to the left are Venus and Neptune… no, they’ll be a house or street lights. 
I utilised the Brut deodorant and came out to get dressed, which I did. Then into the kitchen. Applied the Chloramphenicol eye drops. Some actually getting into the eye. 
An old comic gag… Coming back?
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! 
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. 
made a brew of Glengettie tea. 
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! 
so the next day – I know!) I exited to get the new tube and camera to take these shots.
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. 
Ah, a knock on the door! I investigated. Two letters had been posted, that might have been the noise and not anyone knocking. 
My jentacular desires came to mind. And I got a quick breakfast sorted out for myself. 
I made up a few waste bags and got them in the box on the three-wheeler guide. 
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!
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 mused over the airing rack at the medications and pondered over the best way to arrange things, so I do not forget to put the five, and four a day eye drops in. Then thought about a way – or tried to think about a way I can assure I’ll stop missing the evening medications. The thinking and planning lasted about 30 seconds. 
The Boot’s Chinese made in Hong Kong Sphygmomanometer, gave another high reading of 160 for the SYS. I still can’t believe that three medical professionals told me on Sunday that the BP was just fine, one of them actually, said it was perfect? 
Harold’s Haemorrhoids were going through the grind with these hard evacuations, gave them some extra ointment this morning.
As I was putting the slipper on, I noticed how calm the ankle was looking again. I wonder if the usual ailments have noticed the new intruders, the eye and diabetes, and are taking it easy with me? 
Jentacular thoughts came to mind. I went to the kitchen to look in the overflowing fridge to see if I fancied anything in p[articular. Not-half! I made up a plate of mini-pork and pickle pies. A disc of Marmite cheese, black grapes, tomatoes, a pickled egg, and strawberry yoghourt. Took it with me to the computer, and had half-an-hour watching YouTube. 
00:50hrs: I stirred, having enjoyed an unbroken four hours wrapped in the arms of Sweet Morpheus. But felt like I’d not had any kip, so tired still? 
I bit of a marathon first release, just like yesterday, and taken sitting down. As I perused the mess and rubbish on the room, I realised that the blood vessel broken eye was a little clearer than it was last night. Just as itchy, mind. I resisted and rubbing or scratching at it. (Swank-Mode-Engaged!) 
was not to be! My efforts came to nothing. Sad, I know! But I was so tired out for some reason and felt more like getting my head-down again than doing anything trying, like thinking, breathing or being creative. 
I got the Health Checks done. The Blood-Pressure SYS had tumbled down to 154, I wonder if that is because of one of the things in the Eye Drops they put in, and I did when I got home? I must stop this thinking, it’s very trying today. Hahaha!
The new-to-me Chinese-made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was fine again. At 36.5ºc. 
Then got the Carmellose Evolve® eye drops applied. No stinging with this either, but they do bugger up the vision for a few minutes, and the itching started, and stickiness/stiffness of the eyelid, as well. I think it mentions something about this on the paper in the box. 
I took the morning medications from the pill-box. Added a Furosemide. No need to take any extra Codeine or Paracetamol, as the ailments were mostly being kind to me, I wish I could say the same about the feet, I can’t understand why they are aching so?
The intercom flashed, it was the Iceland delivery arriving. The gentleman dropped the bags inside the door, Clunk, rattle, bang! That’ll please my neighbours!
I put the tins and paper towels in the junk room and placed the other carriers into the kitchen. 
Just as I was finishing it, the highly-desirous, wonderful, sweet, kind, Vampire Nurse Hristina arrived. She entered, busy as usual, but kindly always finds time for a natter while she takes my blood. I gave her a Christmas pressie in thanks for her help over the year, and off she trotted to her next patient we are so lucky to have her! 
Time to get the Ablutioning done. 
Got some waste bags made up and took them to the waste chute. When I got back to the flat, the rain was easing off somewhat, but not enough to tempt me to take photos from the open balcony window, I took these moody shots from the kitchen window. 
about red cars that we nurtured for some reason. So Billumski, Ohio’s Head Honcho of the RCMS Red Car Monitoring Services, here’s today’s on show. Hahaha! 
I decided to get a quick wash, as for some unknown reason, although it is not hot in the flat, according to the temperature gauge it’s 22°c, I was feeling oddly warm. 
I called Jenny, bet she was surprised to get a call so late in the day, from me. She was not accepting payment for the minced beef or pickled eggs.
gave it my best shot. But, just like when the Doctor put the first lot in, and every time I have tried, the yellow-brown liquid runs down through the moustache and into the mouth. I took this photo of my mush afterwards, so you can see my problem. 
But the bleeding has stopped in the eye, so the effort is worth it. Mind you, I’ll end up with a multi-coloured moustache. Har-Har!
Had a quick look for the latest Covid-19 virus figures for Nottingham.
23:55hrs: I didn’t really wake from my slumber, per se, as I never got to sleep properly. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up so many times in one night in my life. A minute here, a few in dreamland, and almost shooting awake so often. Very annoying, and not helpful at all! 
I got on with updating the Saturday Diary, it didn’t take long cause so little happened. Hehe! Here are the photos of the meals that I missed off on the blog. (Sad, innit?) 
dunk in the suffusion! Then the minced beef and potato letters. I made a cock-up of the three-letter word I wanted to put on it, though. It should have been ‘OOPS’ to mock how the day ended for me. It wasn’t until I uploaded the photo that I realised I’d put Poo (I ate the S’, but still, there’s a connection I suppose?
The SYS was higher again!
Another massive Torpedo slowly escaped. However, it was not as long, bloody, or painful as yesterdays, I’m glad to report! 
No one had warned me about how things in the human waste removals bladder and bowel departments would get to be so embarrassing, harassing, cringe-making, frustrating and complicated, not to mention so painful, when one gets older. Or how tremendously easy it will be, to get your medications mixed-up. Or, the selection of ailments and disabilities one may collect in one’s dotage. Like vicious haemorrhoids, new ticker-valve fitted, duodenal ulcers, going deaf, arthritis, cramps, peripheral neuropathy, colour-blindness, a stroke, lack of mobility, all your favourite foods will be barred by the doctors: Brassica [brussel sprouts, kale, cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, turnip, collard, watercress etc.] Sweetcorn, cranberries, cakes, biscuits etc. Not to mention diabetes, reflux valve sticking, Nerve ends and neurotransmitters dying, to mention a few that I have knowledge of. 
Still, yer doesn’t like to complain does yer? Huh!
I made a mug of Glengettie tea, then began making notes to prompt me later on the events as they had occurred.
All was going well until it came to shaving, and what I saw in the shaving mirror. 
I did notice that the ankle ulcer had almost disappeared, and the pasty feet looked much better.
NHS 111 for some advice about the eye. 
I was dropped off in the Eye Casualty & Laser Clinic waiting room. Where I waited in the wheelchair. 
No pen or crossword book, they lay in the three-wheeler guide bag at home, Humph! But I had put the little Canon Camera in my pocket. I sneaked it out twice during the wait to get seen. Only in the receptions area, among the do’s and don’t list on the wall, was taking photographs, filming or recordings.
Clambering to get my blubbery body in a wobbly chair to get my chin on the examination machine, I clouted my left leg on a metal corner. Excrement! Gonna be a bruise there in the morning. Humph! 
I called on Josie, to advise her I was back and say how sorry I was to miss doing her nosh. 
Manufactured in the Republic of Ireland: The Carmellose (Evolve®) eye-drops contains Carmellose (Carboxymethyicelulose sodium), Glycerin, Sodium Chloride Dihydrate, Potassium Chloride, Magnesium Chloride Hexahydrate, Boric Acid, and water.
I got the plate of meatballs, beef pasties and halloumi sticks served up. No trimmings, I wasn’t up to being fancy tonight.
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! 
Although in such a rush, I couldn’t help but note how noisy the World Wide Hum was this morning. 
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!
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. 
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.
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. 
I went to open the curtains, and spotted the appointment cards I’d been searching for earlier! Wot a plonka!
I had a look at the ankle ulcer, no wonder it felt so much easier, it had all but disappeared!