♥ TFZer Nancy, it was a couple of years ago, mind. ♥
Sunday 27th December 2020
Greek: Κυριακή 27 Δεκεμβρίου 2020
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!
The heart sank, instant depression dawned, my shoulders sagged, and it seemed as if life had stopped for me! A blackness, blankness and confidence-destroying mood ensued!
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!
Within a few seconds of my renewed faith being restored, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, somewhat urgently. Off to the wet room I trotted, well, limped.
This Throne session had to be the easiest of the year! (I’ll stop taking the Docusate, now!) I was almost in complete control of the movement (First time in many a month, that!) Minimal pain! No Bleeding! Most satisfying!
However, this for the first time in ages, an easy victory for Trotsky Terence over Constipation Konrad, was the messiest evacuation in months as well! I may even have to order some more toilet rolls if this carries on. Hehe!
I then had to tend to the Health Checks because I’d forgot to do them earlier. Sad, innit? But I digressed from the plan yet again, deciding it was time for the first Glengettie cuppa of the day to be made and drank. While the kettle was boiling, I noticed the lights that I thought were car headlights again, across in Sherwood. This time two hours earlier than usual?
I got the Nokia camera to take a photo, but the rain was pelting down, and the wind was blowing. So I opened the unwanted unliked, light and view-blocking kitchen window, and tried to take a snap from within, of the lights. Aha! I’d made yet another mess of my photographicalisationing! Although there is an artistic aspect to the resulting picture, it was not planned, obviously.
I read the paragraph above later while editing, and realised I got something else wrong too. I’d written Nokia, in error for Nikon camera, yet again! 
Grobleknackerbangles!
Got the tea brewed, and back to the Health Checks. The Boot’s Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer readings were a lot betterer, with the SYS down from 178 to 154. Nice that!
The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, showing a temperature of 36.7°c.
I concentrated on getting the updating of the Saturday post completed. During this session, the wee-wees kicked in, and I think had to have about four of them over the next two hours. Mmm!
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?)
The car lights were there still, although I do not think they are vehicle lights now. And 
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!
Then I went on the Facebooking updating. Next, onto the WordPress Reader. (Three wee-wees) Started this blog off, and stayed with it for a good while. Sadly, mostly due to the never-ending error-correcting that was needed. Not blaming any ailments. They were kind to me, just a lack of concentration, and lousy-memory for facts, the wanted word and details.
The wee-wees were lessening a lot for some reason, in all the hours of doing the above, I only needed two of them. Then I realised I’d not taken the morning tablets yet – So I did. Hello, the rain has stopped falling!
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.
Of course, it didn’t bother a bold, brave, heroic person like me at all. Ahem!
I got a brekkers of sorts made up. It was supposed to be a little snack, just a Cornish pastie, peas and what was planned to be a tiny portion of cheesy potatoes, which I got carried away making and went overboard with the amount I made. I think doing Josies CP’s later was on my mind, and I did enough for both of us, Hehe!) So, this ended up as breakfast and main meal for the day for me. I ate it while watching a YouTube video about the serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer. I ate all of the breakfast, and I even nibbled some nuts afterwards.
Did some blog updating on this post, made a brew.
Then it was time to get the ablutions sorted out. Which, I did! A stand-up job, which took longer than expected, not that it mattered much. The shaving produced a few nicks here and there. One on the earhole, the chin and the lip. I had a tender spot in a delicate area that I assumed was another furuncle coming. I 
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.
Time to get Josie’s nosh prepared, and what a performance that was!
From the preparation to plating, took only about an hour. But the mess made was astronomical! The dropsies, too many to count included; the mixing bowl, cutlery, saucepan (luckily empty at the time), the mixer tool and the oven tray (luckily, also empty at the time).
Burnt my finger on the oven rack, I knocked the little black clock off of the window ledge (Not working now! I’ll investigate it later), cut my little-finger slicing the tomatoes, Clouted my head getting back up from retrieving the wooden spoon, and hit it again on the cupboard door! (Spacial awareness on the right side). All-in-all, a Nightmare Kitchen purgatory scenario, that Gordon Ramsay would not have been able to help with. Hahaha!
However, with my confidence aflame, I pushed my muscular firm youthful body onwards, ignored the blood, aches and bruises, and got the meal finished and plated! And delivered it to Josie’s door at the regular time of 12:00hrs.
As normal, she was on the phone to her sister again. Every week, it takes the edge off, making all that effort, not knowing if the gal will carry on with her call or get the meal while it’s still warm. Still; ‘Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit!‘ I hope that she does get it eaten and enjoyed. Then I’ll be happy, too!
By the time I’d got back and cleaned up… well, pretended to sort out the mess in the kitchen, I was drained again, even earlier than usual. All-in, mentally.
Dizzy Dennis joined in with the Thought Storms, as I settled into the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner.
The brain required respite from the annoying Thought Storming, but it didn’t get any.
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. 
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.
Took another gulp of the foul-tasting, and needing a minimum of a litre of water to be taken with it, Docusate. Also another Dioctyl® capsule, something must work to free the solid torpedo in my innards? For despite the wind and churning in the stomach, nothing moves? 
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!