Saturday 11th August 2018
Scots Gaelic: Disathairne 11 Lùnastal 2018
04:55hrs: I must have been dreaming about the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles, for I had an idea about a funny story and graphic design to create about them to post to WordPress.
Almost without thoughts of anything else, I was up and out of the £300 second-hand rickety a treat recliner, had a wee-wee, made a brew and did the morning Health Checks and took the medications.
My mind on the idea for the comments for the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles post bubbling away in my head. I used the graphic later as the header for this page.
Off to the Porcelain Throne. Another short, sudden but messy evacuation. Washed-up and got the computer on. Made the graphic for the Beetle post on CorelDraw.
Started this diary off to here, and then began to make the Ironclad WordPress post, this took me a long time. Got it finished and went to update the Friday Diary. Time is fast moving this morning, I didn’t get the post sent off, WordPress reader perused, and comment answered until 100:00hrs!
I popped into the kitchen to get small potatoes in the crock-pot on a low setting with some onion salt in them.
Then I put the mushrooms in the saucepan of water, seasoned with some origami.
I don’t know if it goes well with mushrooms, but I’ll find out later. Hehe!
As I was putting the knife and spoons in the bowl to soak, Huh!
Another dang Ironclad black biting not so little this time beetle, was on the cloth that was in the sink soaking from earlier, in bleach and washing up liquid!?!? Was he having a bath?
When I got him on some kitchen towel, I squashed him, had a look, and he started to run away. Amazing! Their shells, whatever you call it, really are tough!
Spent a decent time on the TFZer Facebook page. Then started working on the second graphic (slow work!) for the next series.
A lovely lady on WordPress advised me on some beetle killer to trial. So I ordered some from Amazon straight away. Thank you very much, Tracey!
Back to CorelDraw to try and get another TFZer graphic made up. It was so late by the time I got this finished, but I posted it off.
I got the meal served up.
Lamb Moussaka. I added some extra cheese and tomatoes, mushrooms and the mini-sized potatoes; done in the crock-pot, then into the oven sprayed with butter oil.
Mmm! Tasty! But I was concerned about my eating the Aubergine (Eggplant [Solanum melongena] as the Cardiac Recovery Team tell me that I should not eat it because of the high level of Vitamin K in it.
I do love the flavour of the eggplants though, and felt there would not be much of the Aubergine in the tray. I was wrong, there was tons of it! I did have a feast though, not a scrap of food left on the plate by the time I’d had my fill. Talk about a treat! Double-Mmm! My EQ told me as was devouring it, I may have to pay for this silly decision. (Huh, was it right, see below on Sunday’s sufferings. Hehe!).
No sooner had I put down the tray, feeling warm and well-fed – Off to the Porcelain Throne. All good though, no bleeding but the contents of the evacuation were a little loose still. A couple of the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles kept me company.
Did the Health Checks and took the medications.
Got down in the recliner to settle and watch some TV. Which I did for about three hours, in five minutes awake – five minutes nodded off session. Humph!
Sunday 12th August 2018
Welsh: Sul 12 Awst 2018
I laid awake for hours, tossing and turning. The brain was devilishly giving me no peace whatsoever. For what seemed an eternity, I moved not a physical muscle, but the mind was hyperactive, and this did me no good in the calmness department – but can I remember any detail of what teased and tormented my grey-cells? No! It jumped from one topic to another like one of Stalin’s Organs firing away. I seem to forget the issue I was currently musing and fretting over before the next one came into the frame to puzzle and burden me.
0425hrs: The brain activity soon changed to one of not wanting to know? Or, at least, not desiring to be bothered any longer. Most disturbing!
When I moved to start the process of disentangling my blubbery body from the £300 second-hand recliner, the ailments kicked off like never before. Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun and Duodenal Donald gave some bother. All were coming on at the same time, too.
I knew it was going to be bad today health and mental wise, I didn’t need the EQ to tell me, but it still did.
Once I was up and about, Duodenal Donald was in a right bad mood with me, Dizzy Dennis persisted, and Shaking Shaun offered me only intermittent periods.
Got the Health Checks done.
The hemadynamometer worked first time this morning. About the only thing on the positive side. Tsk! Duodenal Donald was really enjoying his painful-manoeuvres up and down, then deep inside the rib-cage. Humph!
I put the kettle on, and a rumble from the innards convinced me to visit the Porcelain Throne. I didn’t read the book on this occasion, cause several of the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles were hovering around on the floor. So I was watching them, in case they should decide to mount up on my bare feet and have a nibble at me. Shame I left the camera in the kitchen, Huh!
A messy evacuation again, with some of the chewed aubergine from last nights nosh, evident. Possibly a reason for my feeling unwell, vague and dizzy? Duodenal Donald too, perhaps?
I washed and returned to the kitchen to make a medium sized mug of Assam tea.
I used the last tea bag in the screw-top pot.
So I nipped into the spare room to get a new box of the very good Twining’s Strong Assam Tea bags.
Cleaned then filled the screw-top storage pot with a new supply of tea bags.
Went to put the now empty teabag box in the recycling bag, and saw the two Ironclad black biting mini-beetles were in the box!
The sad thing is they are now residing in the Hallway, Wet-room, and kitchen. Will they be moving into the only other room soon?
Took the medications at last, then got the computer on.
Liberty-Virgin Media Internet went down once more! Weekend again, Tsk! Grrr!
I’m getting wee’d-off with this situation every Saturday and or Sunday. Luckily it seems to be going down regularly, but up until now, only for a few minutes at a time duration.
I spotted this article below when I was looking up for details of the problem.
Not that this mornings lack of concentration took too much in, but ‘The first truly converged pan-European champion of competition’ is spin and or gobbledygook, surely?
I tackled the starting of this days diary on Inchcock Today. Got this far, and went for a break to ease the confusion and weariness I was feeling, and make a large mug of English Breakfast Tea.
Duodenal Donald still upset with me, and Dizzy Dennis was showing up occasionally. Shaking Shaun had eased off a lot, only the odd attack now and getting longer between them. But, Anne Gyna has joined the medical melee now. I knew this was coming. Huh!
I decided, after viewing the balcony and kitchen window ledge, I’d take some photographs, trying to use the panorama mode on the Lumix. One okay the other failed but did come out wider though. Here they are, the panoramic one of the outside kitchen ledge. A month ago it was shiny, new and bright white.
The balcony base, after being prepared for the new balcony-pod to be installed.
Not pretty sights are they.
An inspiration came to me. I’ll get the laundry room duties done straight away. Partly to get some exercise, but mainly to take my mind off of Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s niggling hurts. Got the laundry bag (it was all prepared with everything in it), and put the camera in the jacket pocket. I almost forgot to put some trousers on, Hehe! Damn it, another dizzy spell as I was taking the black bag to the chute. But, by the time I got back to collect the laundry stuff, all was okay again. Worra day!
In the lift, I noticed that someone had been out and about this morning.
My Sherlock Holmes leanings you know, seeing the raindrops on the elevator floor. I’m good yer know. Haha!
Later, when I put this photo on this blog, I spotted something a bit concerning in it. Can you see anything or is it just me? Maybe it is not what I thought it was.
The Nottingham City Homes electronic display I found minutes later was spot on with the rain showers.
After cleaning off the smears of something grey that had run down the front of the washer, I got the washing machine going, and nipped outside, with the specific intention of taking a photo of the flats kitchen windows to see how many had not had the cellophane removed yet. Half-way over the road, I chickened out and got myself back inside out of the rain.
Back up to the apartment.
Cheering up a bit now, Anne Gyna easing off a lot.
The infamous Liberty-Virgin Media Internet box now all of its lights on. (I wish I had all of mine on! Hehehe!)
Updated this blog.
The half-an-hour (I’d put the wash on economy mode) soon passed and off I went down again.
I got down to the lobby and moved the washing to the dryer and set it going.
I went outside to photograph the windows, as the rain had lessened considerably. Although sufficient enough to dampen my attire. Hehe!
It looks like just eight kitchen windows not done yet.
A cat made a right noise, making me jump a bit, as he shot put from the bin area, with something in its mouth that looked like a white plastic bag with a tennis ball in it?
Once again up to the flat to continue updating this post.
No Shaking Shaun just now, fingers crossed!
I did notice a sign from Jenny on the board near to the elevators. Looking after us all, again.
I set onto updating this post again.
The intercom rang – Hello I thought, Sunday and someone calling to see me? I could understand only one word the bloke said to me on the phone – ‘parcel’. So, I pressed him in on the buttons, and thought, blimey that must be the Beetle-Bait thingy that I ordered from Amazon yesterday, perhaps. That was quick!
The driver came up, with two parcels for me, decent chap. I knew I had only ordered a Hetty Wainthrope DVD and the beetle killer.
They had sent the DVD, along with a Lemon Manner Wafers. Which I did not think I’d ordered. I remember looking at them, yes, but thought they were far too expensive. I suppose I’d made a cock-up again. Klutz!
Did a bit more on this post, and it was time to go down yet once more in the elevator to the laundry room.
Another odd-sock situation! Shmeggege!
Cleaned the filter and drum of the dryer.
Up to the flat and had a wee-wee, a short-sharp-painful one again. The Dizzy Dennis had a go at me as I went to put the clothes away and restock the bag with pods, freshener and paper towels.
Suddenly I’m feeling a bit not well again. Not poorly, just out of focus, concentration and will-power. Tsk! I knew it was going to be a distressed day.
Went on Facebook to catch up with the TFZ site, and…
I decided to make a fresh mug of tea and tried again.
Got on and put some photographs in the albums and put a couple of comments on the TFZ site…
Prepared the fodder to go in the oven, and tried again on Facebook. (Thank You Virgin on the ridiculous Multimedia Jokers!
Did the Health Checks and medication taking.
Canned pork knuckle, savoury sliced potatoes, silverskin onions, tomatoes, pickled gherkins and brown-bottom-bottom-oven baked, muffins.
Not very nice tasting, the muffins. But the rest of the meal was decent.
A Flavour-Rating of 8/10 overall.
No sooner had I got down to settle than Duodenal Donald started his inexorable, unmollifiable, unswerving offerings of pain stabbing, that got to me more than it usually does.
Not been a good weekend at all.
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts… Oh, Sod-it!