Inchcock – Sat 28 Sept 2019: It started so well, as well today, then the Whoopsiedangleplops took charge!

2019 Sept 28

2019 Sept 28

Saturday 28th September 2019

Norwegian: Lørdag 28 September 2019

6Sat01

Aha, at last! Sleep, I got in six-hours of it, not a lot, but much-needed and most welcome.

02:15hrs: I woke  in need of a wee-wee, disentangled my blubbery stomached body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged while he was flat-robbing, when I was in the Stroke Ward, as he fitted new CCTC cameras, and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet four-months later), £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, to the almost full GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket), and had yet another of the nervous-making, worrying, tic-making, LHBLS (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback) mode, wee-wee.

6Sat02aWD 125.0.0.a Taking care as I did so, but still needed to visit the wet room, for a wash, and change my sprayed-on pyjama bottoms. Humphski! More hand washing to do! Ah, Well!

The pins (legs) were looking better this morning, much so. But the Peripheral Neuralgia ridden right leg, was a little too active, with its Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, all were of short duration, but more frequent than ever before. Mmm! But even so, at the wrong time, they can still have me over. Must be careful, the EQ told me to as well!

Washed the dandies, and went to the kitchen. Moved last night’s not yet dried washing. The socks above the radiator on a hanger, the shirt onto the stand-up airer. Then got the pantaloons washed and hanging.

Another wee-wee was called for, this time I was prepared for the deluge! Hehe! So I avoided any mess or accifauxpas.

6Sat04Got out the medications and made a brew of tea.

Took a picture of the morning view, through the light & view-blocking, thick-framed, new kitchen window with the panes of glass that cannot be reached for cleaning. Which reminded me, I must as Jenny about the window cleaner chap, who said he would call on me and didn’t. Perhaps he is just full up with requests at the moment, from so many tenants?

6Sat03aI took the tea and tablets with me to the computer and made a start on the updating of the Friday post. This took me longer than it has ever done before! Not due to Mr Fries internet going down for once (Although it being weekend, I anticipate that it will at some time fail me), instead, the finger-ends losing sense-of-touch, needing so much correcting and rewriting!

6Sat03Midway through doing the blog, I remembered to put one of the large potatoes into the crockpot, left it on high for an hour or two, then later turned it to low. When I make cheesy potatoes this way, they are much easier to mix with the cheese. Which is likely to be fun but dangerous with the right hand and leg playing up so much today!

I pressed on, frustrated at the slow pace, but got the blog finished, it was gone 07:00hrs by then! And, of concern, was the fact that I had to have eight wee-wees during that time! All of the LHBLS (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback) variety. Where is it all coming from? Tsk!

6Sat05Another mug of Glengettie this time, made. It is so much tastier and robust than Morrison’s Assam blend.

The morning was lightening up now. I took a photograph of the clouds and spent a few moments playing my nephelococcygia game. Finding some eyes and rivers. Hehe!

Back to the computer, and sent off the Friday post. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then I sent photos to the Pinterest site. Next, my much-looked forward to the chance of catching up on the TFZer Facebooking. (In between several more LHBLS (Long-Hosepipe-Blasting-Like-Splashback) variety wee-wees were taken. How it flows suddenly so much today, is a mystery to me! But flow, it continues to do! Grumph!

Made another cuppa. Ate a puff party finger, had yet another LHBLS wee-wee and got on CorelDraw to make up some ‘Thoughts’ and Graphic tops for future use.

09:20hrs: The banging and grinding from Herbert above, didn’t bother me too much. And it had stopped by 10:50hrs. Which is when I began the graphicalisationing.

WD 125.0.0 13:50hrs: Had a hell of a Dizzy Dennis attack, that left me staggering each I walked for thirty minutes or so. I did manage to get some graphics done but had to pack up. The dizzies, with the fingertips going unsensing again, and I just had an imitation Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance from the right leg. A shame that, I was doing well as well.

I turned off this computer, lowered the heat to Low on the crock-pot, and with shaking hands and fingers, got down in the recliner, with a fresh mug of tea. Hopefully to bring myself around a bit. Not the best feeling when this happens, but fortunately it’s not often. I’ll try to nod-off as well, ah! I’ll put the TV on, that usually sends me off, but only of course when there is something on I want to watch. Haha! I might be back later, or in the morning. I’d better take the medication while I think of it. TTFNski.

Morning now: Updated this blog.

WD 125.0.0.a When it came to taking the medications, it was a bit fraught I have to say. I dropped the Duodenal Donald bottle, had tablets shooting off out of the insensitive fingers, and squirted a stream of pile cream across the room and down the wall! Things had deteriorated somewhat, Hehe!

Doing the cooking was another struggle. I gave up trying to make the cheesy potatoes unlumpy and ate them as they were. I still enjoyed them, though.

6Sat06

As you can see, I made short work of the Taste-Rated at 8/10 meal.

Washed the pots, had a BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) wee-wee, and started to do the physio exercises, but gave up, due to lack of control of my right side. Then did the handwashing, and hung them up to dry.

At last, I settled in the recliner, and put the TV on. I think that within minutes, I was deep in the much-needed land of Nod! Ah!

WD 125.0.0 The door chime and knocking that woke me sounded urgent. I got a shirt on, grabbed the stick, stubbed the toe, and went to the door.

6Sat07It was Josie. She had just got back from holiday, and had found that the Royal Mailman had delivered two items to her flat, meant for me, and handed them over. I was half-asleep and rudely forgot to ask how her holiday had gone.

The items were, the Warfarin Alert band, that I complained about not receiving from Amazon, and the Warfarin INR test results. Which when I told the surgery, I had not received it last week, and they did not believe me… And all this hassle could have been avoided if the postman had not delivered to the wrong flat! Especially with Josie being away on holiday, made it worse, cause I had to wait another week before I eventually got the things… Oh, Globbleblobs!

WD 125.0.0 I checked the contents and found only one Warfarin band in it, not the two I had paid for! Not doing very well, am I? My deteriorating confidence, and spirits, were plunging, degenerating even faster now!

WD 125.0.0 To round-off the series of late Whoopsies, when I’d had another wee-wee and got back down again in the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner, sleep would not come! I suppose the being woke up again, and getting annoyed at my bad luck in the deliveries being missed etc. is the cause.

Morphius sweet Morpheus, has thee abandoned me? As, or similar to a sentence spoken on the radio by the much-missed Tony Hancock, in 1959.

Fed-up? Me? Yes!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 21st September 2019: I hate lonely Saturdays!

2019 Sept 21

2019 Sept 21

Saturday 21st September 2019

German: Samstag, 21 September 2019

KWac

03:10hrs: I woke, and almost without any worrying, fretting or concerns about anything, I found I had risen from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy-beige coloured, rickety recliner, and was on my feet taking a wee-wee, and muttering a few curse words at the pain from the RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis) knees.

WD 0.0.50 The wording changed target, as soon as the GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency Bucket) was utilised. A totally unexpected type, of the HELPSOAO (Hard-Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) leak! (Caught me off-guard a bit! Hehe!)

I went into the kitchen, put the kettle on and took the morning medications. Moved the handwashing onto the airer and hung the shirt to dry. Made the brew, and the shoulder kicked off with its jumping and jerking for a few minutes, stopped, and the fingers and hand took over. Tsk!

5Fri019I was sure I heard a bang from outside somewhere, so I ventured onto the balcony to take a look around. With it being so dark, this was not easy. I took a couple of photographs while out there. They didn’t come out very good, though. I shot in Auto mode.

The only thing out of the ordinary, was a car parked with its lights on, all bar one of the front ones, which might have needed the bulb changing. On taking a look an hour or so later, it had driven-off?

A police car came up Chestnut Way to the end, and back out, passing the car twice. There have been incidents of drug-deals being done in the area recently.

WD 0.0.50 As I was getting the computer started, the damned shoulder started off again, with an unusual venom. Not to mention the fingers and hands joining in. (Oh, I did reveal it! Hahaha!) Then, a couple of visits from Dizzy Dennis! Humph!

WD 0.0.50 As I rose to take a break from the hard graft of updating the Friday post, I noticed some guilt-panging signs of nocturnal-nibbling on the recliner cover! Crumbs,  but blown if I can work out what they were. Possibly Cheeslets, or maybe the puff-pastry fingers? Contrite Mode Adopted!

6Sat02aWhen I got back to the computer, I checked the Emails. One from the Sherringham Park Medical Practise arrived, about the Warfarin blood test results.

They added at the bottom: ‘Your next INR is due 26.09.2019. You do not have to attend the surgery as we have arranged community phlebotomy for you.’

Well, well, see? They can communicate sometimes!

I got the updating finished at last and sent it off. Having several more HELPSOAO wee-wees. Then visited the WordPress Reader section. Not a lot on today, but this is not unusual for a weekend. Some people have a family-life to pursue. Jealousy-Mode-Adopted! Haha!

WD 0.0.50 I went to make another brew and had to have another wee-wee. This time it caught me out again, with it being an LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) variety. That needed a lot of cleaning and antisepticalisationing! Oofta!

I got the graphics done for this blog, then the template and made a start on this diary. It was getting late on now, and I thought about getting out for a hobble. But, I realised that many more graphics and templates needed doing in advance. And decided to catch-up on the TFZer Facebooking first. I enjoyed that!

Realising I had not done the daily Pinterest postings, I got them done next.

I made the Morrison order up next. Arranged for it to be delivered next Wednesday 25th September. My EQ told me that this Wednesday will be, so different, unique or my final one! Gerroff! 

Then, off to make a  fresh mug of Glengettie Gold. While waiting for the kettle to boil, I stood blankly staring out of the thick-framed, filthy, can’t be reached to clean new windows.

6Sat03WD 0.0.50 After a while, I realised that the birds were all over the skyline and zooming around the flats. Here was my chance to fetch the camera, to try to get a decent photo of them for the first time ever. It was not to be! I’m afraid! When I returned with the Canon, they had all disappeared! Grumph and Spittlegloblets!

WD 0.0.50 Turning to take the camera and mug of tea into the imitation of Steptoe & Son’s front room, And as Dizzy Dennis gave me sudden pasting, I spilt the tea on the floor, but retained my grip of the mug, at least! The spinning feeling went on that long, I considered pressing the alarm wristlet, for fear of it being something else, such as another Stroke. Especially as an instant headache affected me then. The problem, under the forehead, above the eyes still remains with me an hour later! But the dizzies have gone, so things will be okay methinks.

WD 0.0.50A I had a task-and-a-half in cleaning up the tea! The damned mop broke into two as I was using it. Thus the bucket of flash dosed water was tipped over! I have now got wet slippers and jammy-bottoms to wash. At least I kept my balance. I’m sure I’m going bonkers, cause I laughed at myself as I lunged at the draining board to stay upright! I actually thought it was funny through the pain! Help! Hehehe!

3Wed04I’m getting a smidge nervous of these new, hit me-like-a-ton-of-bricks, collapsing and giddy-making, light-headed, attacks, and hope that the appointment with the Falls Team, takes less than the average of up to 14 weeks. I found this out yesterday when I looked it up to find out where the Falls Team are located on the web. My nowadays stumbling block, ‘mathematics’ prevent me from working out what the average really is, with the information I found. Up to and For 9/10 patients threw me in a tizzy trying work it out. I can’t believe that at Tesco, I used to cash up for eight tills, and work out the Green Shield Stamps issued, as well, every day! Without any problems! Sad innit? Still, according to my EQ, things will become either clearer or non-existent next Wednesday! I can’t wait to find out what’s gonna go off! Hahaha! Of course, I’ll forget all about this by then!

So, a long time later, after I’d got things sorted again, I went back on the computer to make some graphics up. Four hours later, and I’d managed to do some page headers in advance. But was shattered and all in mentally, drained.

So, I got some fodder prepped. Baked seasoned beans, frankfurters and sourdough bread. If can get me head down afterwards and wake up again, I can work on some ‘Thoughts’ and get some templates done… He says more in vain hope than expectancy. Old Fool!

6Sat03aThe nosh was wonderfully tasty. No ageusia today! The chicken franks I got from the Ozan Store, were almost ambrosial. Despite my reading the ingredients on the wrapper! Hehe! Mechanically Separated Poultry Meat (40% Turkey, 22% Chicken), Chicken Fat with Skin, Water, Potato Starch, Salt, Antioxidant: E450, E315, Vegetable Powder (Beetroot), Dextrose, Flavour Enhancer: E621, Spices, Preservative: E250, Beefprotein, Spice Extracts, and Smoke! The sourdough baguette, soaked up the baked curried beans, and a Flavour-Rating of 8/10 given for this one.

I ate it all up! Then got the washing done. Settled in the rickety recliner, determined to get some head-down time. It didn’t happen. I la stewing in my thoughts for around five hours before eventually nodding off, so very late! Grumph!

 

Inchcock – Sat 31 Aug 19: A day of Dizzy Dennis, Graphicationalisationing and Peripheral Neuralgia ruled Depression.

2019 Aug 31

2019 Aug 31

Saturday 31st August 2019

Portuguese: Sábado 31 de Agosto de 2019

1Mon01a

 19:35hrs: Having gotten myself in a right pickle with the time, woke, and decided to stay up anyway. Give me a chance to get the updating done early, for once. I expelled my lumberingly well-upholstered, broad in the beam, well-padded and upholstered body from the chair. The Brother-in-Law damaged while he was flat sitting, fitting new CCTC cameras, and searching for my valuables, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and almost rotting-away recliner. And utilised the overused, but so appreciated, GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). I was caught out with the CMOUSTSTBO (catching-me-out-unwilling-slow-to-start-then-blasting-out) style of the evacuation.

WD 50.100.200. I got the handwashing sorted and hanging to dry. Needing to divert to the Porcelain Throne, off I went to the wet room. A very similarly affected releasing session as the last one. That had to be encouraged painfully. The shape of an H-Bomb, that explained the effort needed, and discomfort suffered. Tsk!

It was far too early to take the medications, and I had a drink of orange flavoured spring water instead of tea. I began to do the updating. By gum, it took a long while. I can’t blame Mr Fries, the $19m salaried obnoxiously uncaring boss of Liberty-Global Virgin Media this time. It was the fingertips insensitivity to contact that was the problem. The jerking shoulder and shaking hands were giving me a break, a rest, though. After much correcting and rewriting and few not-nice, ungenerous, silent words of discontent with the fingers, I eventually got the job done and posted it off.

I went on the WordPress reader section. Not a lot on today, mind you, it is the weekend. (See how quickly I grasped that? Hehe!)

I went to the kitchen and took the medications. Then made my first mug of Glengettie tea of the day! It was so welcome!

00:40hrs: Then, I made a start on this diary. The fingers and their tips were still giving me a bit of hassle, and have started doing a bit of responsive to touch electric-like jumping. This started when I was making the brew and is continuing. Makes it hard work, just typing.

I went on TFZer Facebooking, but it was hard work getting the photos in thanks to the nonconforming fingers. I got it done, but still in need of checking, by 02:45hrs. The wee-wees during the session on Facebook, varied from LHLB (Long-Hosepipe-Like-Blasting) to SSWS (Short-Weak-Sprinkly), with variations in between! Along with the fingertips, they are wearing me out. Tsk!

I made a fresh brew of Glengettie, and some dunked biscuits, taking a breather. (Poor old thing, Haha!) Too sweet, Eurgh!

I felt suddenly drained. So got yet another mug of tea, and settled to watch a ‘Rumpole of the Bailey’ DVD, in the hopes that I could nod-off again. I managed the odd few minutes here and there.

6Sat03I had to go to the Porcelain Throne. I checked the pins as I got up, and they were giving me some grief, well, the right one was. They didn’t seem so anaemic looking, which was good. The session was a repeat of the first one. So, glad to say, not a lot of mess to clean up again. I washed the dandies and went to the kitchen.

5Sat01Feeling a tad betterer, I got the potatoes in the saucepan salted and vinegared and got the last of the pod peas, the last of the season perhaps podded, and in the crock-pot with a little demerara sugar and balsamic vinegar flavouring.

I may be able to get some more, but the fruit & veg woman said the season is now over. Sad-Mode-Adopted!

Sad for an addict like wot I am. Haha! I may find some Pisum Sativum variety still in season, I’ll try to find some!

6Sat03aWhile searching the web for the fresh-pod pea season months, I came across this recipe for pod peas. Interesting, but maybe not for me, methinks. Sister Jane might fancy it, though? Her early years living in Sicily, seem to have left her with a desire and craving for anything pasta, oily and rice. Her mushroom Risotto is really special, scrumptious! She made one for me in 1969, I can still taste it! Hehe!

09:25hrs: I then began the marathon graphicalisationing session. A big, long, arduous job. I stopped to make a brew and have a wee-wee and took photographs of the morning view. On the left, I took a shot of the student’s accommodation flats in town. The right, a picture of the City Hospital compound.

6Sat02a

I did not get all of the graphics done, but they are some ready to work on in the morning. The fingers are just to bad to do any more on the computer. I did get carried away earlier, compiling some words for the odes, and saved them on Excel. I got nothing else achieved other than Graphicalisationing, and that took far too long, thanks to the nerve-damaged finger-ends!

Sister Jane rang, and a natter was enjoyed, but the content of it was not sinking in, I was so tried-out, and the mind ridden with graphicalisationing problems. Going bonkers, is not as easy as people may think. Haha!

Believe it or not, but it is already 16:00 hrs. The nosh to get sorted now and turned off the computer. Knackered! Shattered! Neurasthenia-suffering! Tensed-up! Weary! Confused!  And Mentally Drained!

6Sat22The fodder was fine, all bar the podded peas. They had been in the crock-pot for over eight hours, and were not cooked anywhere near enough! Grumble-Moan! I suppose it is because they are at their seasons-end? The tomato sarnies in the Milk Roll bread were fine, as were the chips, beetroot and mini-pork-pie. The apple was a disappointment, soft, almost crumbly. I’m considering writing a letter of complaint to the Chilean Agricultural Department. Hehe! Most unpleasant! So, the best overall flavour-rating I can give is 4/10 overall. And the sarnies, chips and beetroot saved the day score-wise. What am I waffling on about, here? Tsk!

Sleep, became the main target now, I really was not feeling well at all. When I went to wash the pots, Dizzy Dennis attacked. I was not in good shape at all afterwards. Delicate is the best word to describe how I felt. Humph!

I looked outside, as the sun came out for one final burst before the light dimmed with fantastic speed. I appreciated the beauty and power of nature and sank into depression as for some reason, the Brexit farce came into my mind. But soon faded, as the eyelids began to feel so heavy.

6Sat21

Despite having so many Freeview channels on the goggle-box, there was nothing I wanted to fall-asleep to watching on offer! (Apart from Kitchen of Hell, but that was on far too late for me). So, the Rumple of the Bailey DVD went in the player.

My mentally-dilapidated, content-resisting brain soon found the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious escape of sleep! And I slept through for seven uninterrupted (No wee-wee demands!) hours! Bliss!

Inchcock Today. Saturday 10th August 2019: An oddly-most Day again!

2019 Aug 10

2019 Aug 10

Saturday 10th August 2019

Hindi: शनिवार 10 अगस्त 2019

02:30hrs: I bestirred into semi-life, sure I had been dreaming all through the night! What I was dreaming of is a mystery. But I think I was making myself nervous with whatever the nightmare was about. For, although it felt nippy all around me, I was pouring out sweat like never before. The lingering pong with it wasn’t very nice, either.

Amazingly, there were no calls for a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne? Most uncharacteristic! The mind was a tad reluctant to activate at first, but when it did, the hateful stampede of unwanted worries, fears, guilty-conscience driven penitancy invaded my peace of mind.

wd 0.0.128 WD 0.0.128A Rising from the £300, flea-bitten, grungy beige-coloured, second-hand, c1968 recliner, I pushed over the spring water bottle. Bent to pick it up and knocked the walking stick over, then as I retrieved the stick, the back went, and I slid down and hit my head on the chair arm, right where I banged it on the cupboard door yesterday. Then stubbed my toe against the Ottoman! I recall thinking, well, that’s got a few Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way in a short time – As I made my way to the kitchen, I kicked over the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket)! Panic set in, “I’d spilt urine all over the carpet, Argh!” I grabbed a kitchen roll nearby, and got down on my knees and began to wipe around… but there were no wet or damp patches? I soon worked out the confusing dilemma, though. The bucket was empty in the first place! I’d not used it all night! I did feel a twit! I got myself semi-perpendicular again, and hobbled to the kitchen, with a headache, but in a reasonably good frame of mind, all considered.

What an unforgettable, extraordinary awakening that was!

I got the medications taken, and the health checks were done. Moved the handwashing onto the airer to continue the drying process.

Then I tackled the updating of the Friday blog. Starting so late didn’t help, but the hands and fingers were being kind to me. I was (unfathomably) full of determination after finishing the post and sending it off! Made a brew of tea, and went on the WordPress Reader on an excellent session of reading others blogs.

Then, I made a new post of the photographs I took in town yesterday and posted it off.

A pictorial plod around the Slab

It should go with the old Old Slab Square post I did some years ago. A sort of saddish mini update. Hehe!

Ye Olde Walk around Nottingham Slab Square

6Sat01I got in the wet room and had a refreshing wash. The legs seem to be mutating again, and going back into a knobbly, misshaped blotchy sort of mode? Hehe!

They have definitely acquired different sizes and dimensions once more. A tinge of reddishness seemed to be returning this morning as well.

6Sat02The hands and arms had much more colour to them as well.

When I returned to the computer, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet, seemed to be going like the clappers! Well, not so slow as usual, anyway.

I made up a Morrison food order for next week. Then made another brew, to replace the one I’d left to brew-well in the kitchen and forgotten all about. Tsk!

Made a start on this blog.

My allotriophagy came to the fore when I fancied a BBQ pot noodle for breakfast! So, I had one!

WD 0.0.128A I was getting the very late indeed breakfast made, and the worst Dizzy Dennis attack ever came over me! It took me ages to regain balance and a clearish head again. Still, I got the pot noodle eaten and enjoyed. But, I sensed that things were not finished yet in the dizzy-stakes.

I spent hours on CorelDrawing, making up graphics to store until later.

6Sat29WD 0.0.128A An early desire for the meal and I made up this mishmash and got it served up. Asparagus, Urgh! Beetroot Ball-bearing-hard! Fresh garden peas, Gorgeous! Tomatoes, Bitter! Pork Pie slices Tasty enough! Gherkins Rock hard! Sliced apple, Okay and McCains low fat oven chips, Very acceptable! A Lemon mousse

Flavour rating was just a 5/10. But, being as I was suddenly not feeling 100%, this might have caused the taste-buds to play up. Even the mug of Glengettie tea afterwards, tasted different, off somehow?

I washed and stripped off, well, I put on some fresh PPs, and settled in the £300, c1968, horrendously-beige-coloured, grotty, second-hand recliner. With moments, I was up and off to the Porcelain Throne.

WD 0.0.128A Where I remained for ages and along time, after getting a visit from Dizzy Dennis while on the Throne. It’s hard to explain really, I’ve never had such a thing happen before, at least I can’t remember it if I had. It was as if the brain had given up, and settled into a sort of ‘sleep-mode’, and felt as if there was a definite chance I may fall off of the Porcelain. This lingered, and went on for ages.

When I managed to get up and wash things, I decided to do the hand-washing. Washed, rinsed and onto the hanger to dry. (The clothes, not me. Haha!)

Got down in the recliner, the head still spinning. And I assume, fell asleep. But no notes found on the pad, or memories to call on until I woke up.

Thank heavens, without the attentions of Dizzy Dennis!

Inchcock Today – Saturday 11th May 2019: Wee-Weeing ruled the day – but chinwagged with Josie.

May 11

Busy Week Coming Up – Humph!

Saturday 11th May 2019

Maori: Rāhoroi 11 o Mei 2019

02:45hrs. Woke up and escaped out of the second-hand, £300 c1968 rickety recliner to utilise the overnight-half-filled EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee bucket). A PDTSAOWW (Painfull-Dribble-Trickle-Spray-all-over-Wee-wee) class one. I anticipate struggling to pass all day again, on and off, mostly on.

Memories of the nightmare-dreams flickered into and out-of-the brain-box. Positive recall for once I think, but they faded as fast as they came to me. Tsk! I felt they were of an unpalatable-nature, though, with some touches of fear involved somewhere.

I cleaned and disinfected the EGPWWB, and had a shower, shave, cleaned the teggies, got the bamboo-socks on, using the glide, and had a failed attempt on the Porcelain Throne. Come think of it; it should be the ‘Red Cross Supplied Raised Plastic Porcelain Throne with the Rusty Metal Supports that Wobble’ to be right, nowadays. But it’s too big a mouthful to use. Hehe!

Got dressed then I took the morning medications. Taking an added Senna to hopefully move things in the rear exit department; it’s been a day or two since any successful evacuation has taken place. And the last wee-wee encourager-tablet from the Care Home. Hey-Ho!

The legs and arms were beginning to give me some sudden bother from Colin Cramps and Arthur Itis. So I applied some Fenbid Pain Killer on bothering knees, shins, feet, and wrists. The feet and toes were stinging badly, too, but they need the Chiropodist’s visit badly.

6Sat02Put the new socks on, using the sock-glide. They are shorter than the others. The legs seemed a little more blotchy and bloated than of late.

During this process, three more PDTSAOWWs (Painfull-Dribble-Trickle-Spray-all-over-Wee-wees) were passed. In total, maybe 5 messy-fluid ounces. Haha!

I updated the Notes for the nurse’s visit.

Another wee-wee, now in the form of an RPDDWW (Reluctant, Painful-Dri-Drip-Wee-Wee).

I started this post, and then finalised the Friday one and posted it off.

I felt the most welcome need for the Porcelain Throne! So, off to the wet room. Partial success, but at a high cost! It took me about twenty minutes to get things started, then half-way through, I did some of the crossword book puzzles, while I waited for some sort of completion. (Not agony, but it was painful) When things were over, surprisingly it was a messy affair with only a tiny… Well, ever mind! 

The cleaning up afterwards took another twenty-minutes, oh what a state! The new socks felt very loose and thin, but they were comfy, and warm enough. 6Sat01

After another RPDDWW, I hobbled to the kitchen to make another brew of tea.

Espying the amazing looking orange/red quarter moon in the sky, I got the camera and took this shot of it. I had to make five efforts to get the picture something like it really was. This was due to the right-side shakes from Dizzy Dennis, and or the Axonotmesis.

06:55hrs. Awaiting the carer to put the Ankle-Protection Strap on for me.

0720hrs. Titivating on this blog, and made a mug of tea. 07:35hrs. A new carer arrived. He soon mastered the Ankle-Retention-Strapping. I’d got the socks on. So, no need for any help with anything else. I mentioned about the appointment with the Audio Clinic on Monday and cancelled the carer for that day. I’ll have to leave the Ankle thingy and socks on overnight? I dare not ask them to call, in case they arrive late, and I might miss the bus into town. I’ll do it now,  I must sort out the bus timings and fare needed.  All sorted, (I hope), Stop S48 (Winchester Street, Time Monday 13th May 2019: 07:225hrs, Fare £2.30!

Another wee-wee, now in the form of an RPDDWW. Better get things ready to go to Sherwood for some bits.

6Sat03Took some black bags on the way out, deposited them in the rubbish chute. And down and out, called in the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from, Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin. A few residents about, who were taking a peek at the cheapo-out-of-date-vegetables on sale. Some of the residents’ panel in there as well. No one was interested in chinwagging, apart from Mary. Lady asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee. I declined and thanked her. So I had a walk outside to get used to the three-wheeled-trolley-guide for ten minutes or so, up and down the road. When the bus arrived it was a Bestwood bound one, that and I and many others needed. And some nattering began, which I enjoy.

WD 0.0.0a Dropped off in Sherwood and went into the Post Office shop. Got an egg sarnie for breakfast, a Polish sourdough slice loaf and a bottle of spring water. I dropped the bread putting it in the trolley, and a lady picked it up for me. Again a stranger asked me if I was alright, and told me I looked pale! Hehe! Bless her for the help.

I departed, out and across the road and into the Wilko shop. I came out with a bottle of liquid soap powder (which seems to clean the ankle-support, well), a can of deodorant, and a sink plug. The finding of the sink plug was interesting. After walking around and searching without any luck, I thought I’d try to find someone to ask their location. I bumped into a neighbour, Malcolm, and asked him if he knew where they were, and he guided me back to where I first looked, but they were electrical plugs. A good job I passed Malcolm again and ask him once more, for he found them for me. Tsk!

6Sat04To the Co-op next. They had some nice looking Piccolo tomatoes that I bought, along with two potatoes, that will do for Doris’s nibble next Saturday. I’m so glad I can do something in return, and I think Doris will accept some baked-cheesy potatoes every Saturday, now. And I love doing them. (And eating them, Hehe!) 

To the bus stop and a nattering session as about six of awaited the L9, back up to the flats.

WD 0.0.0a During the walk back from the bus stop to Woodthorpe Court, sudden fatigue overcame me, and it took me what 6Sat10seemed like aeons to get home. Ah-well!

I called at Doris’s, to remind her about the upcoming potato-feast. Back to the front room

But hunger got the better of me, and I had a snack first thing… well, after another PDTSAOWW!

6Sat09The weather brightened up, and I took a picture through the unwanted, light & view blocking, multi-glass needing cleaning that I cannot reach or get to do so, kitchen windows.

I then got the potatoes in the oven. And sat down and fell asleep in a short time.

WD 0.0.0a Woke and checked the potatoes, they were done ready for being mixed. I halved them, but split the skin in one of them. Scooped out the potatoes into a big basin, added much mature cheddar, distilled vinegar, a bit of butter, and some salt. Replaced the well-bashed up mixture, back in the husks and got them in the oven on a high heat. Kept an eye on the now three instead of four baked spud-halves. But they were well filled! Made up a nosh for Doris, two halves of cheesy-potato, and some Piccolo tomatoes, halved and salted. Then the pleasure of taking the tray to Doris. I hope she likes them.

Back to the flat, sat down and fell asleep in true style! Deep sleep! Woke up around 1740 hours, when the door chime was ringing out. It was Doris returning the washed tray bless her, and saying she enjoyed them. That made my day!

WD 0.0.0a Doris (although, I found out she is not Doris!) was with me in the kitchen, she had brought two big spuds for the next nosh, bless her! It then transpired that her name is Josie, or Josephine, Josephine or Jose. I did feel a fool! She kindly added that she responds to Doris, as well. Hahaha!

6Sat13I took the evening medications.

Then I set about taking off the Ankle-Support, it was no bother at all, I’d got it off in about fifteen minutes or so. Got it washed, using the bowl and some liquid soap flakes and hung it up. For it to hopefully dry in time for the carer coming in the morning to fit it on for me.

I got the computer on and updated this blog as far as here. Made a brew. Went on WordPress reader.

Shattered again. Late now for me. I reheated my cheesy-potato and imbibed it with a drink of spring water, then took the medications late.

Got done and settled in the £300 second-hand, c1968 rusty recliner for sleep, but the head was spinning with my faults, mistakes and bad choices made, and it was ages before I could nod-off. Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sat 16 Mar 2019: A tediously natterless, unexciting Saturday. But, I got tons of graphicationalisationing done!

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2019 Mar 16

Saturday 16th March 2019

Croatian: Subota 16. ožujka 2019

GCB05d23:45hrs. I woke up with the brain in confusion. The regular rampage of fears, embarrassments, and uncertainties kaleidoscoping around harassing my mind, like a nubivagant bird in turbulent skies. Determined, irritating, disturbing, and tenacious.

Fortunately, the moment I tried to move to check if any nocturnal nibbling signs were about, the pain from the boil, Duodenal Donald, and the bloated-hard legs, rid me of these brain-bothering discomposures. 

WD 0.0.0a I operated the lift button on the £300, second-hand, ci1968 rickety recliner, it worked on the third press, and as I stood up, the smarting sole of the left foot was so tender, it made me jump and I toppled-over onto the foot-ottoman! After extracting my lumbering jelly-mould-stomached body from the footrest, I had a feel around for any injuries. Apart from a bit of scraped skin and a small blue bruise already coming up on the shin, all looked and felt well. My embarrassment and frustration were not. Hehehe!

6Sat04I limped to the kitchen to get the kettle on. I opened the unwanted unliked new window, with its glass I can’t access for cleaning and its view-blocking, light stopping thick frames, and took this picture, while I waited for the kettle to boil.

That chug-chug noise was heard again. And, I did not have my hearing aids in?

WD 0.0.0a The summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. A messy evacuation. The boil on the bottom was tender, too. The Fungal Lesion had been bleeding. The boil on the thigh seems to have disappeared? The bum-boil stung something awful. Duodenal Donald turned a bit nastier. The leg-ulcer feels like there are worms inside and resisting scratching it is hard. And then I dropped the crossword book into the toilet bowl! Not one of the most comfortable starts to a day I’ve had. Haha! But, I have had far worse, so, no going off into throwing a moody mode from me this time.

6Sat03I checked the pins. It looked like the leg-ulcer really was making a comeback. It seemed to be getting redder than it was last night. The tingling and itchiness are getting stronger. Still, maybe this will not be a bad thing if it does return. Then I will have something to show the staff at the  Mary Potter Health Centre, instead of just photographs of what it looked like eight weeks ago when I first visited my Doctor, and she took a swab, and said ‘In about two weeks you will hear from the Health Centre with an appointment for them to look at it. The little fibber, her! Hahaha!

Got the cleaning up and medicating done, and returned to the kitchen. Made the brew and got the Health Checks done.

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6Sat06The resulting figures seemed okay to me, apart from the increase in weight. I’ve never been heavier in my life! I hoped this was just due to fluid retention, but I don’t know.

I imbibed the medications and creamed the three areas in need.

02:15hrs. Back to the front room, and got the computer on. Then I realised I had not taken any Furesomide tablets. So I had one-and-a-half, to try and clear out the water from the painfully bloated legs. Being a Saturday, I will not be going out, so in case the wee-wees start coming, it will not matter. I got out and disinfected the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-wee Bucket) ready, just in case things get over -wee-weeish. Haha!

03:15hrs. Making a start on updating the Friday blog, and the first wee-wee arrived. It was in the style of an LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee), but without any splash-backs on this occasion.

I pressed on with the diary. 03:40hrs. The second wee-wee activated. I only had two paces to take from the computer chair to the EGPWWB, but only just made it in time! This time it was an ELDOPWW (Extra-long-Drawn-Out-Persistent-Wee-Wee). I shook some of the freshener capsules into the bucket afterwards, and they frothed up and nearly came over the edge of the bin! Blimey, what’s in my wee?

Posted of the diary and made a start on this one. Went on the WordPress Reader section.

06:40hrs. Then went on CorelDraw to make up some page header graphics. Got them made up by 0915hrs and made a brew before going on to create the templates. All this time, Iand I only needed one wee-wee? A bit concerning having taken the Furesomide?

Made the brew, and pored it out to brew for a couple of minutes. I spoke too soon about the wee-weeing, I had to hasten to the EGPWWB, and have a UWTWW (Unwilling-Weak-Trickle-Wee-Wee), despite the feeling it was going to be a hose-pipe-like job, it wasn’t?

Washed up, and fetched not as warm as I had hoped mug of tea. Tsk! Back on WordPress to make up the drafts. All done at 11:10hrs. And with only one wee-wee being needed. Very complicated, trying to work out why it is not flowing, especially after my taking two Furosemides?

I got the kettle on.

6Sat29Fodder readied. The mini-chicken-sausages and potato mini-hash-balls were delightful. The highlight of this meal was the seasoned baked beans, though. Here is my recipe (using canned beans in tomato juice). Seasoning: half a teaspoon of demerara sugar, generously poured over distilled vinegar, mustard and two big spoonfuls of Chinese sweet & sour sauce! Mix the added ingredients and leave to marinate, stirring occasionally. When you get the saucepan on the heat, keep the heat on low, but for a long time. I did mine for forty-minutes on the lowest setting, then, just before dishing it out, I turned up the heat, and stayed watching over it and stirring all the time. (From the best selling, Inchcock Craddock Cookery Ideas. Hahaha!) Bootiful! 9.2/10.

Got down on in the recliner, and turned on the TV. Had a visit from Dizzy Dennis while I was watching Norman Wisdom’s ‘The Bulldog Breed’. I can’t recall much after this.

Inchcock – Sat 16 Feb 2019: A daunting, discouraging, and enfeebling day! Humph!

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2019 Feb 16

Saturday 16th February 2019

Swedish: Lördag 16 februari 2019

02:00hrs. When I woke up, it became apparent that I had either died or was still asleep! For there was no throbbing from the leg wound, and Duodenal Donald, Kidney Ache Kevin, Arthur sure, and Anne Gyna pains were all absent! Almost instantly on this realisation, the desperate need for a wee-wee arrived.

Then things got back to normal. As I started to choreograph my tactics to free myself from the delightfully snug environment of the £300 second-hand circa 1968 dilapidated, ramshackle rusty recliner, the pains returned, the moment I moved my first limb, in this order; Kidney Ache Kevin, the ankle wound stinging and throbbing, then Anne Gyna kicked at me.

Attempting to stand up, the left foot heel pains, Arthur Itis’s ridden knees, and Duodenal Donald joined in with the unpleasant actions from the other ailments. This habituated things back to normal, and I was sure now that I had indeed not died, nor was I asleep dreaming. In fact, I was getting a touch nervous about the lack of pains.

But there was no time to ponder over the situation, as the demand for the wee-wee was growing in severity. Luckily, the disinfected Emergency Grey Bin was only a few feet away, and this was a good job too!

WD 0.0.30A I tore the jammie cord from its stitching as I hastened to get things in position for the urinational duties! But still failed to avoid some overspill! I removed the jammie-bottoms and put them in soak with liquid-soap-flakes and Dettol disinfectant. This first release of the day was of the fierce LHBLWW (Long Hosepipe-Blasting like Wee-wee) class. All following wee-wees were of the lesser harmful SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wees)

I mused a moment: Surely I must be due a betterer day soon, I pondered. Then I burst silently into singing ♫ Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside, oh, I do like to be… ♫ Why? I’m not certain. Mental derangement, insaneness, dementia, lunacy, asininity, stupidity, old age, drug-induced dottiness and delirium, delusion, illusion or psychosis? Who knows. But, I am sure that the good days of having a short-term memory and a degree of logicality and decision-making abilities are now irredivivous. Tsk!

I got the kettle on, and once again, as I did so, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Another Trotsky Terence like-evacuation. Leaving a possibly even more gross after-aroma than usual behind.

I got the Health Checks, and medicationalisationing was done.

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6Sat08The readings looked okay to me.

Gobbled the tablets and medicines, and then had another SSDWW (Short-Sensationless-Dribbling-wee-wee).

I set up the computer ready to start the updating of yesterdays blog, and the oddest of sounds were heard. Rather like wind coming from a released balloon? I had a look around 6Sat06everywhere, but could not find the reason nor source of the sound.

I even got the stepladder and had a look outside.

The sky looked so different from all the clouds up there, so I took this photographicalisation of it. I can use it a backdrop for a Thoughts graphic later, perhaps.

6Sat03I had a check of the pins while I was in the well-lit kitchen.

The wound was itching away again, but no pain, unless I scratched at it or banged it against something. Although, the feeling like there were worms under the skin was annoying and the devil’s own job to resist scratching at it!

Back to the computer and eventually got the blog finished and posted off. Then went on the WordPress reader. Then onto to TFZer Facebook site.

Made a start on this post up to here, and got some brekkers.

Made up one diary page topper on CorelDraw.

6Sat30WD 0.0.30A I took off the plaster from the wound as instructed to by Obergruppenführeress Nurse Ann. There were new growths beginning to come now, as whatever infection the wound is on the lower-leg, makes its way creeping all around the leg now. Tsk!

Had a right dizzy turn, so I turned off the computer and just sat down with my leg up. I fell asleep.

WD 0.0.30A Not so good, now. Although the wee-wees were getting fewer and further between, I was in a pickle with the Dizzies coming regularly, even if for only a few seconds at a time. Felt so drained and I’d done nothing much? The wound was demanding to be scratched, itching and now stinging, and then Little Inchies fungal lesion started bleeding. Then, when I tried to walk, pains from the wound began to make me tense up and more fed-up!

6Sat29I was letting the situation wrangle-me, and I did not like that, getting all sorry for myself.

So, I made a sandwich and some potatoes, for the nosh, although I didn’t feel too hungry at the time, I did eat it all up. Not that there was a lot of it.

At least now that the plaster had come off, I could get a shower.

WD 0.0.30A But, no! Guess who had left the hot water tap running when he put the dishes in the bowl to soak, and now has no hot water!

I watched a 1959 film on Freeview channel 81, and even more annoyingly, fell asleep and missed the last section of the movie – really depressed with things now! Worran horrible day!

Inchcock – Sat 12 Jan 2019: The highlight of the day being the few moments that I was Not Wee-weeing! Tsk!

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Saturday 12th January 2019

German: Samstag, 12. Januar 2019

00:30hrs. Another different awaking mood this morning. I was in a ‘Sod-it-I-Can’t-Win, so why bother!’ Mode. I lay there atop of the £300 second-hand recliner and spotted some bits of mushrooms and cheese on the carpet that I had missed when cleaning up from last nights disastrous falling asleep while eating. And I seem unperturbed by this?  Normally, I would have verbally ostracised myself for being so incapable.

I suspect that as I age, I think I am sensing sadness and weltschmerz at the way things are going on earth?

I got the idea and urged to do a funny ode about the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles), or rather the sudden lack of them. This thought had lodged firmly into my challenged brain.

I got free of the £300 second-hand 1970 built rickety recliner, with complaints only from the knees this morning. I was forced to grab for the disinfected bin for a wee-wee, a short-sharp-painfull one, not a long forceful hose-pipe type one. But I knew I was going to take the medications shortly, and this includes the Furesomide tablet. So things may change in the wee-wee department. (Boy was I to find out how right I was!)  I went to empty the tub, then returned it ready for any further use that may be needed, to near the computer.

I sensed great mansuetude in myself this morning. I felt ireless. Even a little apanthropinisational. But why?

Cleaned up the bits on the carpet missed last night, not an easy task with the knees playing up. Then off to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

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6sat03All was looking good on the Health Check results.

Please take it as said, that the SSPWWs were taken many times throughout the morning and up to around midday when the frequency eased off a little. 

I got the computer on and started to compose the little ode to the Weevil Wars Ending.

As I was getting to the end of it, many hours later. The concentration had gone to pot on me. I reckon I spent over six hours on this post, from scratch and including the photographs of course. I also mad a header graphic up to use for this post alone, which took a great deal of time on its own.

I made a very late start on this diary.

The concentration was getting a little worse, so I took a break and got the nosh sorted out. The afternoon seemed to lighten up as I got the fodder from the crock-pot.

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6sat07Minced lamb, chestnut mushrooms and peas in lamb and mint flavoured gravy. A small wholemeal baguette, to soak up the gravy with. Mmm! And a limoncello dessert for afters.

After eating up all of the meal, I placed the tray on the chair next to the recliner and considered what my actions would be after I had washed up the pots and pans. Not a lot… Zzzz!

Inchcock Today – Sat 15 Dec 2018: Not one of my better days, but still!

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15 Dec 2018

Saturday 15th December 2018

Finnish: Lauantai 15. Joulukuuta 2018

WD 131.25.50 I’m not sure when it was, but the landline-light flashed and woke me. I fought to get to answer it before it stopped. I wish I hadn’t bothered now. It was some git saying he was from Chucky-Chicken or something like that and had my food outside for me. After the electricians waking me last night after I’d got my head down and now this – I was not very pleasant to the chap, I didn’t swear or bang the phone down though! I told him I have not ordered any food, this often happened to me in the past, and could he remove this number from his phone, please. No answer, then he just repeated that he had my meal outside for me. I rang off, tired, weary, pissed-off and annoyed! The git rang back a couple of minutes later, I ignored the call. But I can’t turn off the phone, as it is linked to the wristlet panic alarm. Last time this happened, I did try turning off the phone. Got my head down again and got a call from the Monitoring Station on my mobile, telling me the line was dead and I must put and keep it on at all times. This was the continuation of bad luck and frustrations since the electricians woke me. My EQ told me there is more to come!

23:28hrs: Woke still feeling the same as last night, I’m afraid. Weary, fatigued and self-irritating! The usual physical ailments were all being so kind to me, that it worried me! Hehe! After a couple of minutes waiting for the brain activity to join the body, I clambered out of the £300 second-hand rickety recliner, got the slippers on, and manipulated the dressing gown around my more-than-ample, wobbly-fleshed excessively pot-bellied body.

To the wet room for an SSWW (Short-Sharp-Wee-wee). I noticed only one of the EIBWBBBs (Evil Ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles) in the place. Cleaned the dandies and out to the kitchen to do the Health Checks.

WD 131.25.50 Setting up the sphygmomanometer, and a sudden demand for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised appeared. Back to the wet room. Tsk! The session was as good as they get, no bleeding or struggling whatsoever! Things physically seem to be doing well today? A Saturday as well, this is most uncommon.

Back to the fodder making room, to carry on with the hemadynamometer readings.

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6Sat03The results, apart from the weight, of course, are all down a bit. Well, a lot really.

I think this is a good thing, but how the brain is this morning, all vague and indistinguishable from babble at times, I’m not all that sure.

There is a definite reluctance on my brain’s willingness to engage full operational activities. More like a ‘keep your head down’ mode! An unwillingness, idleness of sorts. Like he’s had enough input and can cope with no more?

I got the computer on and checked the Emails. One from the doctor’s surgery. I knew this would happen, I think I said so in yesterdays Inchcock Today?

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I asked for one as early as possible (futile I know). But it was their fault the appointment was made late, and now I get it for 11:45hrs. This is terrible timing for me. When I start to fade every day around 13-14:00hrs has been told to them. But at least they said they are sorry this time. Not as sorrily as I’m going to be on Tuesday though. Swine! They couldn’t even get my name right! And, ‘Kind Regards?’ Is that taking the piss or mocking me or what? Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

I’ve not felt this low for ages – at least this time I know why. The accumulation of repeatedly being stopped and woke up from my sleep by telephone calls that are not for me, late calling workers, dizzies, falls and now being let down again by the Sherrington Park Medical Practise staff! I hate weekends at the best of times, but this one is already on its way to driving me to end of my tether!

Things have left me feeling cantankerous, curmudgeonly, hacked-off, fed up, disgruntled, self-loathing, woeful, joyless, unvalued and sorry for myself. Just thought I’d mention it!

I got the Friday Inchcock completed and posted it off.

Another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived. All good again, mo bleeding or leaking.

Made a start on updating this post.

Went on TFZer Facebook page.

Feeling a bit worse for wear now, Dizzy Dennis had paid a call. Tsk!

6Sat23Got the nosh prepared, I wasn’t feeling hungry at the time, but thought it best to eat something, before I fell asleep.

I rang Sister Jane as I got the nosh prepared, no answer, but I expect they will be out and about actually doing something and busy. She rings back when she misses a call, which is nice of her.

I served up the mini-meal and got down in the recliner. I was trying to stay awake and was lacklustrely picking at the food when Sister Jane called back. I was glad to have a chinwag with Jane, although the line interference was bad, and he had to go when the bus she and Pete were waiting for arrived. I really can’t remember all that was said, nor be sure of facts I could recall of the conversation afterwards. Tsk!

I finished off the fodder and put the plate and tray down on the chair next to the recliner. Convinced I was about to drift off into the land of Nod and stay there for a long time. This did not prove to be the case, however.

A frustratingly disturbed night followed.

Ah, well! Half-way through the lonely mind-paralysing weekend, at least! Hehe!

TTFN.