Hello, what’s all this then?
We put the unfathomability of this ode, down to Inchies dream affecting him!
Tuesday 10th November 2020
Kazakh: Сейсенбі, 10 қараша 2020
00:40hrs: Well, at least I woke up, but it was a tremendously disappointing event, it took me away from romancing, cuddling, and even betterer activities, in my memory prompting dream! I’ll say no more, then, other than perhaps, Cor!
In my still getting used to it being a dream, and not a real state, I rose from the £300, second-hand, c1968, fluctuant, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rachitic, tatterdemalion, heavy, yet tottery, rickety recliner, in a robotic way, and made a bee-line for the wet-room automatically, the brain now freed of the frustrations of the dream, informed me en route that I needed a wee-wee. I don’t think that came out right? These erotic dreams don’t-half play havoc with, and leaves topsy-turviness in your thoughts!
As I got to the kitchen, to do the health checks, I felt a sudden surge of determination to get things done today. But I dropped the kettle in the sink, and the urge went away. Blungletads!
Sorted out the mess, and found the kettle still worked – it’s always worrying when a worryguts, hapless or ill-fated person like me gets good luck first thing in the day! It does not bode well!
I took, probably one of my worst ever photos of the morning view, and when I looked at it on the viewer, I was annoyed at myself, tutted, swore silently, proffered a word that questioned my parentage, and shut the window…
Trapping my wrist in the frame! My first thought was, ‘Well that serves you right!’. Which it did! And my EQ offered me some advice: Basically to be prepared for more Accifauxpas on the horizon! Oh, dear!
I got the kettle on, and did the Health Checks, starting with the Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer. The SYS was way too high, but lower than yesterday, which is of little comfort, but then again, I was built for comfort. Humph!
I used the new thermometer to take the temperature, after all, that’s what they were made for. Hehehe! A healthy reading came up, of 36.7° c. A lot better than it has been over the last few weeks. The batteries seem to be going down rather swiftly, though, Duracell in as well!
I got some waste bags made up, and put them with the ones I did yesterday and forgot to take to the chute. Well, fancy that!
Off to the computer and started my usual of late, jumping from one thing to another. It got all very confusing. It got even worse 
when SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off.
The notes I was making, were as bad as ever, and I can’t blame Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters for this, I write (badly) left-handed!
About three hours into computing and getting close to finishing the templates ready to start on the updating of the Monday blog, and a little itch on my neck needed itching. Boy did it sting when I had a little scratch at it!
I took this snap of the area while in the swivel chair, with the Nokia… No, the Nikon camera. Oddest looking marks I’ve seen in a long time. Why could I not feel the pain earlier? Had some alien or insect been nibbling at me?
I got the templates done, then I started to update the Monday post. All done, I sent the email links off. Did a Facebook catch-up, then the same with the WordPress REader section.
I decided it was breakfast time, so went to see what I had available in the kitchen. I ended up with Brown Bread thins with Marmite, two marmite cheese discs, a pickled egg, and some Frazzles. With a mug of Thompsons Punjana, I tucked into it, while perusing some YouTube car crash videos.
During which, the return of the itch, and this time it was bleeding a smidge? I decided to get the ablutions done, then after the shower, I could have a good look at things and get the medicating done. So, pots in the bowl, and off to the wet room.
Ablutionalisationing Report!
- By the time I’d got the teeth done, no problems with this, I needed the Porcelain Throne. This time, the Battle twict Constipation Konrad and Trotsky Terence, was a 3-0 win for Konrad, things were back to how they were before the treatment and medications had started. A fat lot of good they did! The pain was chronic, back to misery again, and a fear of using the Throne, as well as the Sock-Glide (No chance! I just don’t wear socks now, too dangerous! All done and cleaned up, and on with the shaving. Ahem!
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The dropsies were only a handful, but the nicks and cut, five of them, one on the side of the head, one under the chin and two back of the neck, were Nicodemus’s delight! Humph! - I noticed when I used this photo, the old skin cancer spot was looking a lot deeper black than usual. Surely it’s not coming back again? Globdangles!
- Dizzy Dennis visited while I was under the shower, I did a fair bit of wobbling at times, but no bangs or falls whatsoever. Many dropsies, that many times did I drop the newly opened shower gel bottle, by the time I’d finished, it was almost empty. Haha! Might as well get a laugh out of it. Hey-Ho!
Then an amazing sight that I’d managed to miss completely until it came to towelling-off. It looked like the left ankle was coming out in support of the right one, with a new ankle-ulcer! But, neither of them was at or anywhere near the erupting stage. It’s been months since that happened. (I hope I haven’t tempted fate with saying that? Haha!) - As I left the wet room, I did not his hit, or walk into the door, frame or handle!
- But I did but the slippers on the wrong feet, and so very nearly went arse-over-tit! The important bit is that I didn’t. Hahaha!
So lets recap; The new whatever it is on the neck. Trotsky Terence loses the battle with Constipation Konrad. I get a new bruise on the wrist. And BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) returns to give grief! I get a record number of cuts shaving. Mmm?
However, results of a Sherlock Holmesian Style Silver-Lining Search: I’ve had a leg dance, Dizzy Dennis attack, and tripped over in the kitchen – and not once did I end up on the floor! The slipper cock-up could have bad, but wasn’t! That’ll do me!
I got the kettle on and made a brew, then started to do some much-needed graphicalisationing on CorelDraw.
I was all settled at 12:45hrs, and listening for the intercom to go off, between the Morrison delivery time off between 13:00hrs to 14:00hrs. Nothing happened.
Just gone 14:30hrs, I found the secret telephone number to call them from Uncle Google. 0345 611 6111, and called them. All recorded message answers, in a clear female voice, said: “If you are waiting for a delivery, ‘Rest Assured’ we will contact you to tell you when it will be delivered. I rang off.
I have already received an email from them about the order. A bit of a fib there then, from them?
I’d already got the Chilli-Con-Carne in the saucepan, added some gravy, and was waiting for the beans to arrive to add to them.
So I turned it off.
So, it’s not only Sainsbury’s that hate me then, Morrisons as well now.
I needed the toilet, but dare not go in case the fodder arrives. That’ll do the bladder problem some good. Ay, Ay, Ay!
I got a Government letter that needs reading; six pages about not going out. High-Risk Status, and using a delivery service etc, for food.
Well, I tried mate! This is not a good state to be in, not knowing, but of course, as the recorded message said: “I can rest assured that Morrisons will contact me, and let me know when the food will be delivered”. Which they have already done by email, and that time is now an hour gone!
15:30hrs, Morrisons arrived. The young upbeat lady delivery-driveress, was well-stressed, but polite and friendly with it.
As she handed the bags and loose food to me, she explained that the freezer in her delivery van had gone down, and the poor 
thing had had a nightmare day.
(I felt for her, but couldn’t reach… (Joke, joke, joke! Hehehe!) I slipped her a can of Gin Lemon to cheer her up, and got the items into the kitchen.
Apart from being a much bigger order than the last Sainsbury one, the familiar crushed cakes and biscuits, stupid substitutions; the Citrus disinfectant that arrived at £3 – was Fig & Cedar (Fig & Cedar – oh, yes very Cirtrus that!) scented, smells like whiskey to me, horrible! No sausages. No brown bread thins. No chips (Freezer breakdown was the reason for them being late) Marmite crisp crushed, as were the shortbread crumbs (originally fingers). The mini cake rolls are now a mixture of flat and cubes rolls. At least I have three lemon yoghourts (it was a box of four, but one had burst open).
Plus, one of the carrier bags smelt beautiful. (That was the one with the split open bottle of lemon shower gel).
But the canned goods looked okay. Although one of the cans of Ghilli-Con-Carne had blown. I now had the Carnes in stock, red beans, baked beans and chopped tomatoes for adding to the chilli, all in stock, at least.
I put the goods away and got back to making the evening nosh.
When I first started prepping the Chilli, I anticipated the chips arriving, so I added extra gravy, but, of course, the chips did not arrive, so I had a thinner Chilli with tons of gravy to get through. But nae bother, with the added tomatoes and mild chilli powder, it went down a treat, a chipless treat, but still. Hahaha! I rated this one at 7.5/10.
Maybe, this might help Trotsky Terence to fight Constipation Konrad in the morning, for Top-Dog-Status on the Porcelain Throne? I hope so, it was Konrad who won the fight hands-down, today!
By the time I got the things in the bowl to soak, took the evening medications, and what turned out to be a rare wee-wee, I was all-in. Another late day (for me), and Sweet Morpheus was needed.
I settled and put the TV on, that often has a soporific effect and is usually guaranteed to get me nodding off. But not tonight, I found a Kitchen Nightmare programme just starting, and it was one I had not seen before and got into it, but no nodding offs during the breaks, just goes to show… but I’ve forgotten what it shows now. Tsk!
I stayed awake for the entire episode. (That’s a first, I think?) Sam’s Mediterranean Kabob Room. While I was searching for this photo of the restaurant, on Mr Google, I learnt that the place still failed and closed down.
I turned off the 1989-built TV, and rearranged my wobbly, rhinoceros-shaped body in the c1968 recliner for optimum falling-asleep, and drifting off into slumber. This was easily achieved, I believe I was dreaming again, but it’s all very vague.
A clunking noise woke me up later, and despite the fact that this usually prompts me to get up and search for the source, and to check everything is safe, alarms, anything falle over, this is the first time that I didn’t. I felt so tired and drained, “Oh, sod-it”, I thought, and went back to sleep! Hey-Ho!
Defeeted-defeated? Never mind, sorry.
00:10hrs: I bolted upright, knocking the TV remote from where it was, resting peacefully in the folds of my gigantic wobbly-bellied torso! I tried to stop it flying off, and sent the Spring Water bottle off of the ottoman, to join the remote somewhere in the distance on the floor. 
I took an imitation, weak, dribbling wee-wee. Washed the hands and off to the kitchenette to get the health checks done, but after getting the kettle turned on, I took this photo f the morning view – amazingly after three days of fogginess greeting me, there was none today, just a little mist. 
I started with the Body Thermometer and got another fair reading like yesterday, but a little lower, of an acceptable 36.3°c. I did notice that the battery indicator was half-way down; this is going to be an expensive job at this rate. Hey-Ho! 
As a thick mist came down, and the rain started at the same time, I made a start on this diary. After an hour or so more, I realised it was a little later than I thought, and had to get off to tend to the ablutions. Otherwise, I might be in the nude when my precious Vampire nurse arrived. No time for a shower, it’ll have to be a rushed stand-up job. I am a fool! 
The bruise on the back of the left hand is clearing up well. I won’t see it by morning!
As I was coming out of the wet-room, Starkers! The intercom flashed. It was my Angel Vampire Nurse arriving nice and early. I had to rush about getting some trousers on, and I made it only just in time before Hristina was walking in the door… Phew! That saved her a terrible sight to look at! She soon got the job done, and although in a rush, she still managed to show care and concern for me. She’s brilliant at that! ♥
Sadly, of course, she had to shoot off to her next lucky patient. She was leaving me feeling a smidge down in spirits, as is only natural. 
As I was doing some updating to this post, the door chimes rang out with Dusty’s tune. I hobbled to investigate. 
Back to the mise en placing, then. I fancied chips of some sort; I’ve not had any for yonks now. Pork knuckle (Golonkowa), cobs, and… Oh, I don’t know, not enough garden pea to use the last tin, but some might be coming tomorrow. I’ll go int kitchen, and do what comes naturally. Hehe! 
I dug into the freezer and found some of their sell-by date, Ridiculously Crispy chips, so it shall be – I bashed and banged them to separate them, opened the can of pork knuckle. Sliced some tomatoes, had a Jenny donated pickled egg with black pepper, and the only dessert left in the fridge, an orange 
jelly. I’d added the two part-baked roll to the chips later, which came out alright.
At one point in the cross between a one-legged jive, and Stanley Matthews kicking footballs at goal from a distance, I was even pleased, with my dexterity even though I had no control over it. 
Yet I felt an infinitesimal, iota of pride, in my staying on my feet, or at times it was just my one foot, (Hehe!). And avoiding any serious damage to my beefy, masculine, fit, young, highly-toned, muscular body. Hahaha! 
TFZers Hideaway?
00:05hrs: The usual waking up wanting a wee-wee, with the innards warning me of an upcoming eruption from the innards, via the rumbling, grumbling, and quaking of the skin, literally making the folds of flesh hanging from my belly, shake, as the escapages of wind torrented away. Not only painfully, but even without my hearing aids in, I could hear the almost-musicals tones of the concinnity of the concert of escaping wind, too! 
A job that this morning, needed a man of steel, heroism, guts, bravery and determination to achieve; but being as I was the only person here, I had to do it myself. (Hehehe!) Clambering up onto my feet was completed with some degree of ease, but getting and keeping my balance, was a smidge difficult – even though there were no Dizzy Dennis, or Wobbling William’s bothering me. A bit worrying, that was. I took my time patiently and eventually was ready to set off for the wet room.
The wee-weeing caught me out; it was a lot more dynamic than of late (which is a good thing), and of much greater duration! The colouring put me up in the ‘Fair’ zone on the NHS Bladder-Infection grading card. And, there was no Post-Micturition After Dribbling. (It’s [Fate], doing it again, to me, fooling me by slipping in some good luck, or mock improvement medical-wise, early in the day – experience knowing full-well I’m going to suffer later) – it’s so cruel! But I wasn’t going to go into any semi-contentment or smug mode. I’m not being going to be conned again! (Well, I might be)
As I was washing my hands after taking the leak, I knocked some bits off of the floor cabinet, and I returned to the front room, to get the long picker-upperer to reach in the corner behind the loo, where the Germolene tube and Hearing-aid oils had rolled. Tsk! 
I noticed how the bruise or underskin bleeding, (Which is a bruise, I suppose – waffling again, sorry!), on the back of the left hand, was getting less darker, so it might be clearing itself up? Not any pain from it, unless I bang it against something, which if not in my plans. Hahaha! 
Back to WC room, reclaimed the dropped items, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle switched on. I peep out of unwanted, unliked, light & view-blocking windows revealed a fog-and-a-half had descended. I got the Nikon camera and took a shot of the view.
Health Checks: the sphygmomanometer showed the SYS had shot back up after yesterdays respite. Now at 174, Tsk! Took the medications with spring water and then, made a note to remind me to email the Doctor later, because I need to ask about the DioctylPoo-Softeners got the thermometer into use to see if the temp had gone up any. Medications, brew and computer on and photo downloading. 
I cleaned up, it was a messy one; and went to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. And jolly decent it was. 
Time to get the Ablutionalisationing done now. The session did not go too well… (Understatement time!) 
An absolute cracker of a toe-stubbing in the shower against the chair. And nearly, but not after-all, toppled over when I hit the doorframe coming out. Not even any bruises came up, a bit of a powder-puff effort.
I popped down to Jenny’s with some treats the three of them for the weekend, and back up to the flat. Then I made a brew of the beloved Glengettie tea. 
I got Josie’s dinner finished off and delivered it to her door, a little late today, 12:10hrs. 
I got the part-baked baguette in the oven, and out some Phoirpain gel on the knees and bruises while it cooked. 
01:30hrs: Woke wanting a wee-wee. I wrenched my wonderfully-fit, firm, fat-free, furuncleless, amazingly muscled, massively-genitally-gifted body from the brand new, recliner, and singing-out-loud, ♫ Oh what a beautiful morning ♫, 
I thought I’d start today’s I.T. with a whopping great long series of terminological inexactitudes, cause I was in a decent frame of mind for a change. Knowing that after all the hassle, help from Matron Jackie, and panicking yesterday, I knew I’d got some Bisopropol (Beta-Blocker) tablets to take this morning. So I felt the urge to share my temporary satisfaction/sanity mode, with you, to raise a laugh. Hahaha!
I exited the wet-room, uninjured, and poddled to the kitchenette. Got the kettle filled, and started the Health Checks. First the temperature, and look at it! Much higher, and I think within range too! Swank-Mode-Adopted! 
The old Boot’s BP sphygmomanometer gave forth more heartening figures. The SYS was down to 163. I increased my Smug-Mode to DefCon-3! Hahaha! 
Then went to make a brew. Unaccountably, I decided to have a mug of the healthier, well, better for bladder and diabetes, so they tell me. Decaffeinated Morrison’s tea. But it was a disaster. Weak, insipid rubbish! I might as well have had just a drink of warm, water, it was terrible! 
that tea was horrible too! But was only just, barely passable… Eurgh! Still, I drank some of it, to take the medications with. The new trial Cephalexin, anti-bacterial infection capsule, instead of the Amoxicillin was taken for the first time with the regular medications. Phorpain gel applied to the knees, to counter Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain), Sounds all knowledgable, don’t it, Hahaha! I’ll have a go at the other areas when I get the ablutions done. 
I had two tries at getting a decent shot of the view, as the fog came down outside. The first one was in the ‘Night Landscape’ setting: the second in Aperture Priority. Neither looked anything like what my eyes were seeing. Tsk!
Reluctantly I made an order for Sainsbury delivery. Unfortunate that, because after the last order, with its stupid substitutes, overcharging, and damaged good, I thought I’d never use them again. But I cannot get any pickled eggs (Apart from Amazon, but they charge even more than Sainsbury’s, over a quid more than JS do, for jars of just five eggs. Mind you, if I buy a jar of approx., guessing by the photo, they are sold by weight (2.25kg), about 25 eggs, was only £25!!! No point though, it would not fit in the fridge. 
Aha, the fog is turning into a mist now.
The mist is lingering somewhat this morning. And I am wee-weeing well, but only little teeny-weening jobs. Haha! 
I’d taken the bread thins out of the freezer earlier, and they were ready to be used with rather hotter than a planned bowl of Chilli dinner. A pot of lemon mousse and aa Cox’s Pippin apple added to the tray, and I got settled o watch a ‘New Tricks’ DVD while eating the fodder on my knee. Luxury! 
01:05hrs: I stirred back into imitation life, coughed a bit, and the rumblings from within the depths of the stomach’s innards started to churn, and rumble, I’m not even sure, but I think I heard the activity as well! 
Then used the Boot’s sphygmomanometer, the SYS 158 was lower than yesterday, DIA the same, and the Pulse was a smidge higher at 90. 
mashed, I took shots of the view from the unwanted, disliked, impossible to get at for cleaning, thick-framed, light & view-blocking windows. The fog was thick, no stars or moon to be seen, and only the nearest street lights had filtered through.
I got the step-ladder (Very nervously) and leant out of the window to take a shot of Chestnut Walk and car parking below. The fog even obscured the view from the 12th-floor flat, so thick it was. I made a very cautious stepping down from the steps. I put them away, almost feeling a modicum of pride in my getting the photographing done without any injuries or Accifauxps… Taking the ladder back in the front room, I misjudged the distance again and banged into the stack plastic drawers.
The gear I had on top, tumbled down on top me on its way to the floor! (Apart from the shock, I was fortunate [Yes, me!] in as much as everything that fell off was light, and didn’t make too much noise [I hope]). Also, this meant that I could retrieve everything with the long picker-upperer, and not need to get down on all-fours, so it wasn’t that bad. I got the unused dirty-needle box, the fungal-growth inhibitor (sound posh dunnit?), Phorpain gels and last medication pod retrieved without any hassle. 
Being on the last weekly pod-pack, with only one evening dose of tablets in it, meant a lot of noise was saved. A shame I couldn’t get through to Deana yesterday afternoon, it would have been nice to know if the Chemist was going to deliver the monthly medications or not. If they don’t come today, I’ll be in a pickle. 
The tooth that the dentist told me not to worry about gave me some pain as I touched it with the brush, Huh! 
Housing Patch Manager/ Catwalk Model, Angela Gould. Maybe the Doctor. Or Matron Jackie, to see if they know of any other supplier who might be reliable and less life-threatening to use than Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, are? I need help, no 
doubt.
Not that it bothered me at all. After ten minutes, I was buttering the baguette and serving up what turned out to be a reet-treat of a brekkers—much savoured.
After an hour or so, I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea. And the sunshine seemed to be trying to get through the clouds, so I got the Canon camera and snapped this photo from the thick-framed, impossible to get at for cleaning, unwanted, letting rain in, light and view-blocking kitchen window.
Back to CorelDrawing, hello, I just heard a clunk? Mail perhaps? I’ll investigate… 
I packed up computerisationing, to weary and mentally worn out over the prescription problem again. No desire for any meal, I got down to watch some TV with subtitles so I could hear the intercom, mobile or door chimes. As I got settled and opened a packet of Frazzles, the door chime burst forth. I struggled out of the recliner and onto my feet, knocking some things over as I did so (Fancy that!) In walked warden Deana. As we were talking, she heard the Alarm Alert thingy talking. I couldn’t hear it. 
I got the bag onto the server trolley and decided to have a check through the contents. 
to the monthly prescriptions, but no such luck. I began to get down again, knowing that mission impossible will start all over again, and I’ll end up having to fetch them from Carrington. Flobbergaulingness! 
He was a little monkey, that Guy Fawkes!
The others were of the Chilli-Con-Carni evening meal I had, then the and well enjoyed evening meal. I added some passata, mil chilli seasoning, bags of potatoes and some Balsamic vinegar to the mix. 
But things improved once I was on level ground. In fact, it sloped a bit, and my scrawny, Clopidogrel pot-marked, short little legs got a belt on then, and no breathing problems. 
found myself at the bottom and turning left along Mansfield Road.
She gave me paperwork to hand to the receptionist when I pay her. I thanked her and wobbled to the reception desk.No receipt for the money spent, mind?
I made my way to the Ozan Continental Food store. Where I lost it completely with all that food around me, and got carried away without a care in the world about whether I needed the stuff or just fancied it! I came across the Krakus canned Boczek and bought a tin, the none of Golonkowa, erm, then a Lopatka and Moussaka… a can of Monalisa Foul Mecames, a can of sausage and beans and Roasted fresh Meat Loaf. I must curtail my fondness of food foraging!
♫ Oh, the good life, full of food seems to be the ideal,
I strode up Mansfield Road and right onto, Winchester Street to await a bus up the hill back home. Thinking, well dreaming, of little other than the meatloaf I’d bought, and the butter to go on the sourdough bread batch, and tomatoes… 
The pipping of the car horns brought me out of my foodstuffs-reverie. A dirty astonishing massive lorry was trying to turn around on Winchester Street to make a delivery perhaps, or had he seen how steep the road was and had a lot of weight one? I know about having a lot of weight on, you know!
The bus driveress, handed me a leaflet to read, about a service where we can travel for half-fare and get picked up from the flats, well that’s worth looking into. 
number: 0115 960 5453, to make sure they are not going to let me down with the medications again. 
checking them out. 
kfully, the computer is currently accepting and recognising the SD card reader.
Got the meal prepared. I opened the meatloaf, and got it slices, and tried a nibble, in case I was not too fond of it. The vegetables were chunky, the garlic and chilli in the meat were strongish (for my tastes), but I quite liked it all the same. 
I got the TV on to accompany me while I ate the fodder, and as I noted a Kitchen Nightmare was coming up soon, so as I finished the food, I went and got the washing up done. 
00:20hrs: I woke, wanting the standard, as is to be expected nowadays, wee-wee. Extracting my scarily-flobby, Brobdingnagian-sized, stomached-body from the warmth of the second-hand, pre-owned, £300, c1968, recliner, was a little more difficult this morning. I had a visit from Arthur Itis and PKCCP (Proximal Knee-Cap-Cartilage-Pain) at the same time. Which caused some difficulty in gaining my balance, not to mention the agony… oh, I did mention it! Hehehe! 
Once I started hobbling to the wet room, things eased off a smidge, although I did clout my elbow against the door, it was only a trivial, half-hearted affair. Nae bothers, no bruises, no bleeding at all. Nothing, to a brave-hero type, and stalwart like wot I am. Ahem! 
I trod (bare-footed of course, it had to be, didn’t it) on what belt like t tin-tack or ball-bearing! By Gawd, it made me smart, wince and mutter an oath silently! 
mental wreck? But, maybe not. 
cracking session! Quick, only discomfort, no real pain at all! Not a sign of any bleeding, and to top up the miracle, no mess! 
I rang off and then, I thought I’d ring Deana, about ringing the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, to see if they are going to let me down again and leave me without any medications. But, the landline was dead! Recorded messages kept coming and repeating from Alarm Alert box “Your telephone is disconnected”… Oh, dearie me! 
I got some black bags made up and took them to the waste chute. THen went down in te elevator to go and see Deana.
weariness came over me. I must remember the Dentist in the morning. I’ll leave a note for myself; I’ll do it now! Done!
Then made another effort of the end car park. That wasn’t so good either, Tsk! 
Found some bits relating to the Coronavirus figures, not that I understood them all. Getting awfully tired and beginning to lose my concentration, now! 
, but I’ll need a new waste bin now.
00:05hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. (And gratefulness at not being woken up for any wees, was present, and sincere). 
I turned on the kettle and tackled the Health Checks first. The old still working Boot’s BP hemadynamometer gave me a pleasant surprise, the SYS was down again, to 151. I was getting a feeling that things might not go so bad today – why? I’ve no idea! 
I made the brew, took the medications, and got the computer going to download any photos first. I found two pictures that I could not recall taking last night. This one of the evening meal, shame I can’t recall much making it or even less of eating it. 
And the second one is even more of a mystery to me. When I took it, I’ve no idea, but it was on the SD card following the dish of fodder. It looks like it’s belting down with rain outside, and the light was not on in the kitchen. Note that this information and Sherlock Holmesianess helped me to work out why or when I took the picture. 
I came across this picture on Facebook; I thought it was worth a smile, so put it in.
Made one graphic on Corel
I washed the things and had washed a zip-up jacket. With my not having a shower and wearing this most of the day, it had to be done, and I added some disinfectant to the sink while I got the Ablutions tended to, to give it a real freshening-up!
The plates and pins were looking far too pale and bloodless for my liking! 
The Arthur Itis and Crtilidge Kathy Knees had transformed themselves once again, shape and lump-wise. 
I got dressed, and hand washed the zip-up jumper, I used the fabric softener and some Lavender-orange Dettol disinfectant in the final hand rinse.
Minutes later the rain stopped altogether and the sun. I got the paperwork out to start sorting through, and, ‘
inside for me. I thanked him and slipped him a can of G &T. 
alarm activations. I carried the carriers carefully into the kitchenette and set about sorting them out. No list of items was left again to check them off against. 
nosh. 
Here’s hoping they get here in time.
Not an easy task getting an order in for Morrisons today. 
So, I did get on the Morrison site, add a delivery slot for the 10th November, 13:00 > 14:00hrs was obtained. They had no Frazzles, no Surami sticks and no Marmite cheese! Still, I got Salt & Vinegar crisps, Marmite Crisps, and Squid Vinegar along with much more stuff, like Milk Roll and Bread thins. Of course, that is if they arrive? 
Got the meal out of the oven, the cheese on top was burnt, just enough, to suit me, lovely!
The swift envelopment of Sweet Morpheous was unexpected and so very welcome. The landline burst forth flashing away, as I struggled out of the second-hand, £300, c1968, rickey, none-working recliner, I thought it might be the Warfarin Clinic with the results and new dosages for me. I was happily wrong! Happy because it was Jenny ringing me, I always enjoy that, even when she tells me off about something. Hahaha! We had a natter and laugh, not that everything lodged into my grey-cell-box, and we said our farewells. 
01:45hrs: I woke, wrestled out of the recliner, and wobbled worryingly-wearily, (I’d had a good four-hours kip?) and without Metal-Mickey, to the wet room. 
I opened the window to take this rather pitiful photo of the morning sky. The wind and rain blew in, and my being naked at the time, it didn’t half make me jump as my overweight, adipose, avoirdupois, fat, fleshy, gross, paunchy, plump, ponderously-portly pot-bellied midriff got cold and wet!
Then made the brew of Glengettie tea, and started doing the Health Checks. Gladly, the ear-thermometer is working still, after Matron Julie told me not to use the pod covers, and offered forth a reading of 35.1°c, a lot better.
The Boot’s BP machine (also working again?) showed th
As I was putting things away, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrives, so off to the wet room. A much easier evacuation than yesterday’s were. I took a snap of the foot and leg, the ChilliCon-Carne burn came out in it looking bad, but it wasn’t at all, the only pain was if I touched it? And the colour was a little weird to me. When I have the shower, later on, I bet it fades as the colouring from the chilli is washed away. Hehehe! (Sherlock Holmesian Mode Adopted! 
I got o the computer, and downloaded the photographs from yesterday and this morning. I came across this one on the right, not the foggiest idea how I managed to take it? Plainly, it was taken in the kitchen, cause of the flooring and waste bins. But when and why, remains one of the great mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Spectres, Spirits, Spooks, Eidolons, Wairuas, Kehuas and the Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum, to torment and frighten the bejesus out of me! I just thought I’d mention it. 
00:45hrs: I woke, feeling somewhat cold and in need of a wee-wee. (There’s a surprise, Hahaha!) I dismounted the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unstable, broken-down, uncomfortable, dusty, rusty, decaying, rickety, rachitic, recliner, with relative ease this morning, too. Grabbed Metal Mickey (The four-pronged walking stick) and over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) for an SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wee. 
Washed, and decided not to do the Health Checks or medication-taking until later. I opted to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and get on with updating the Saturday blog. As I was making the mug of Punjana, I had a visit from an ailment that has been so good to me lately, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and she was persistent, and violent with it this morning. This got the memory-box kicked into gear; I seem to remember her waking me up a few times overnight. I hope it’s not a bad sign. 
As I returned to the computer, I managed to hit my right shoulder against the door frame, and my resistentialism came to the fore, as to the frame I swore! Hehehe! I pressed on, and got the updating of the Saturday blog completed, despite Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and SSS trying to interrupt me. Humph! Smug-Mode-Engaged! 
I made a late breakfast of sorts. Surami sticks, a bag of salt & vinegar crisps and oven-warmed part-baked brown baguette; sliced it, and generously dolloped some Marmite in it. Matron Jackie would be proud of me trying to have breakfasts. Or not!
As I made my way to the wet-room, I noticed the Health Check things lying untouched on the flat clothes airer. 
soaking in the sink bowl.
I think I’ve mastered it now. 
awaiting rescue from days ago, and the metal leg on the seat raiser. Hey-ho, not to fret! 
Then I got dressed and put the two hats on the stand-up airer, with the towel. Then I washed, rung and hung the jammies and shirt, and put them on hangers above the kitchen sink to drip-dry. 
bother at that moment. 
treat was smoked haddock, a smoked haddock fish ball (cake) as well, with the usual trimmings, oh some baby carrots for a change. 
After much faffing about, guesswork and effort, I got the rescued Chilli-Con-Carne served up.
Boy, it was one of the tastiest nosh’s I’ve ever had! A Flavour Rating of 9/10 for this one! Although, obviously, there will have to be repercussion from Duodenal Donald, Reflux Roger, Brian’s Bowels, and possibly other areas?