Friday 16th Sept: Farcical Diabetes Meeting Day

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03:35hrs: I stirred, passed the wind and coughed a little. Found a couple of chips in the crumpled cushion as I exited the recliner. Between my legs was a kitchen towel roll, crushed?
I remembered the diabetes session and the need to get the blog done and posted before going out. So, without any delay, I got the computer going. But Mr Fries, the overpaid smoke & Mirrors boss, decided I wouldn’t! Down Again!

I got the Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, and carried out the I used the Lumix cameras on Auto mode, to take this photo, not good is it?


As has been the blood pressure habit now for a week or more, up and down twixt the Red’s Hypo-1, 2, and 3, and suddenly back down into the amber zone; Today’s being on the border of the Hypertension 2 & 3.
This does not seem to bother my Doctor much at all. Nor me, for that matter; there’s no way of getting any helpful advice. I put the figures onto the Excel record. Someone just might be interested. I can hear and see them now: ‘Well, of course, I knew this would nobble him in the end. Still, he’d had enough, having Dementia, Cataract, and Depression… it’s a blessing in disguise. Where did you say he kept his money?
Hehehe! It’s essential to keep a sense of humour, innit?

Back on the computer, to see if ambidextrous Mr Fries, the money-cruncher and con-man, has worked out how to get the Virgin Media Internet back online – Oh, it’s working!
Well, done, Mr Fries; give yourself another $1 bonus.

I got the blog finished and sent it off to WordPress. A funny one about me and Alto-Inchy.

But of course, it went down again.

So I got the ablutionisationing done.
A few cuts shaving, but nothing serious. Then the came into use. Trotsky and Constipation Konrad were both about equally effective.

Carol, not seen her for a week or two. Lovely woman. Got the meds sorted and had a laugh and natter. ♥.

Got the things that needed to be checked ready for the Link bus to arrive. Got in a pickle with finding some of the stuff needed, Tsk! Down and outside with the trolley walker in good time. The driver took the payment from my pocket, and we were soon in Bulwell, in the Riverside car park. An unexpected scene presented itself… As the driver got me out of the minibus, I spotted the number of people queuing. along the back of the car park, up to the main road and around the corner!
I thought there might have been a fire alarm at first. There were people mustering the queuers who all had Nottingham City Council Badgers on. One of them came over to the driver and said something to him. He related, “You’ve got to join the queue to get in “. I joined the rank and file, behind what I estimated as 120 people! The driver drove off.
After 15-minutes and very little movement, I observed that an inordinately large percentage of the people were wearing face masks. Then it clicked, and I asked the man and woman in front of me, “Is this the Covid vaccination queue?” Yes, the lady said. The Nottingham City Council bouncer has assumed that is what I went there for. And sent me to join them. Naughty!
I walked into the centre, but I could not see any of the others on the course? Mind you, by now, it was well passed the starting time. So I went up in the lift, and I found some standing in the hallway. It seems some of them had had a text telling them the course will now start at 11:00 hrs, not 11:00hrs? While three of them had one telling them it will begin at the usual time?
Several of them said, Sod this, it’s farcical; I’m going home! As they approached the stairs to leave, the course man Nathanial arrived. I’m not sure if they all came back or not, but there seemed to be more space in the room compared to the last meeting.
As the meeting started, I stopped Nat to tell him, “I can’t hear what he’s saying, he’s too quiet, and when you do speak up, it’s too fast for me to catch”. I set the ball rolling there! Three others backed me up. Nathanial was amazed and thought we could all hear him. Then carried on in just the volume!

We all made a rush to escape when the meeting was over. I went down with Helen in the lift with our trolleys. Got outside, but the queue was still massive, nowhere to sit while waiting for the minibus. Helen’s taxi arrived, so then I had no one to talk to either. Hehe!

The bus arrived, and the non-communicative driver soon me back at the flats. Gave him a bottle of shandy in appreciation and hobbled up to the flat.

To find a letter delivered that looked official! Had a wee-wee, washed and investigate the correspondence. It was the Co-op Bank informing me of the balance of my savings account. It had gone up from last year… from £2.99, to £3.00. Ah, well!

I took a photo of the afternoon view.
Did some updating on this blog, and then the Fatigue-Fall fell on me?
I was of no use at all. My concentration collapsed, and my body and mind told me to get sat down and relax.
So I did!

within seconds of sitting down, and I slept unbrokenly for about four hours. To be rudely awoken to the chimes of ♫ Oh Susana ♫ blaring out.
Jozeph had arrived. I was only partially aware of what took place, but I feel we had a little natter. Memories of walking to the door with him to lock it and having to ask him to take the waste bag.

I thought I was going to stay up. So, the evening sky and sunsetting looked so beautiful; I thought I’d take some shots of it from the left to the right.

Mother Nature at her finest.

I then proceeded t get something to eat, but I didn’t feel up to making a full meal.
So, the microwave and kettle were used. A veggie burger on a cob and a pot of instant potato, bubble & squeak with cheese granules added.
I got down in the recliner to eat eat, making plans of updating this blog later, and even scribbled some notes to reaming me to go into it. I soon had it eaten, put the tray on the Carers table, while making plans of all the work I’d got to catch up on…
And drifted off until 03:35hrs in the morning! But it was a fitful sleep, full of jumping awakes, that it felt like were happening every five minutes!
Humph!

Inchcocks Bungee-Jump – Where, How and Why?

Inchcocks Bungee-Jump

There was a damsel I wanted to impress,
She was chunky, and I’d heard, easy to undress…
She loved a laugh and smiled at my stupidness…
But she admired men who showed fearlessness…
What could this whimp do with his faintheartedness?

I pondered, deciding on using fictitiousness!
Told her I was going bungee jumping, most unchivalrous,
Where? she asked – ‘Darley Dale on the bus…’
I’ll come to see you, she said. Oh, excessiveness!
Now to face my acrophobia… but not be loveless?

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I got the motorbike mended, off to Darley Dale,
Picking up en route, the bonny lass, called Abigail,
I arrived at the festival and put on a swagger, to no avail…
From inside, my stomach churned; I must’ve looked pale…
I was putting myself through hell for a desirable female!

Nervous? Me? Yes, I could hardly breathe or inhale!
Searching for an excuse, I was feeling foolish and frail…
Yet I was laughing along with my beloved Abigail,
I looked up at the cherrypicker platform I’ve to scale,
Fear of heights and cowardice… will I die at Darley Dale?

I found a resolution by fearing being mocked should I fail…
Idea! Thump a Policeman, then they’d take me to jail?
But no, I must do this heroic act to impress Abigail!
If I live through this, fall in love, I’d tell the tale…
Or should I run away and search for the Holy Grail?

They booked my jump for about 1400hrs…
I sneaked away to the Pretty Flowers…
A quaint pub on the road to Alton Towers…
I drank three ciders and four pints of Guinness!
Enough surely to get me out of this?
I’ll never get up the ladder, being so pissed!

Walking back to the fair, when I was getting near…
The fresh air must have taken away my fear…
But it may have been something to do with the beer?
I started whistling and greeted the gang; I was feeling queer!
I cheerfully got into the bungee-jump helmet and gear!

.In the jumpers tent, all the others, some in over-leathers…
Nervously talking and bragging, being sick the others!
“Who’s first up?” most of them dithering and nervous!
I called, “Me first, captain!” The others finished their reefers…
Momentarily I thought, Did I take my beta-blockers?

Too late now, and I felt like a performer in a circus!
Abigail cheered me as I ascended,
I slipped on the ladder, hit my midriff and got winded,
Not enough for my bungee jump to be rescinded!
No stopping me now that I’d ascended…

I pressed on out to the platform… was this all a dwale?
Got out to the edge… shirt off, like a Chippendale…
Everyone from below could see I was a male!
The wind… suddenly blew a gale!
Down onto the ice-cream pole, my body did impale!

A Red Cross man arrived first. “Here, take this aspirin, cock!”
The whole thing was a shock and schlock!
And, I’d laddered my new knee-length bamboo right sock!
Why worry about that… it’s poppycock?
Mayhaps I’d gone into PTSD or shellshock?
The police arrived and arrested me for TWOC!

Inchcocks Make Folk Laugh in Ode Series 77⅘th

Inchcock Today: Diary with Tips in Ode

INCHCOCK TODAY

Morning Thoughts – In Ode

Tips & Advice for Whippersnappers

It’s not always good to be counterrevolutionary,
Or eat too many cakes, biscuits and confectionary,
Even when they are freebies, stolen or complimentary,
You can get CBD from an apothecary, but not for free!
Boots sell sugar-free cakes, chewing gum and toffee!

Don’t skimp on your health, even on dentistry…
It will hurt and cost, don’t be disillusionary…
You can get pain-killers, co-codamol from a dispensary,
You must obtain a job; this is elementary…
To avoid ending up broke and eleemosynary!

Avoid gangs, violence, and drugs, which seem customary…
For youths who end up injured or dead, sanguinarily…
Not that all young men think this is statutory…
Many, well, a few, the odd one, will live crime-free…
Sixty-five per cent or so will go to prison, you see!

This advice-ode is not meant to be a shockumentary,
Its advice is to avoid overuse of your Rosary…
Luckily for you, we have a cost-counting judiciary…
So drug-taking, muggings, don’t mean putting you away,
It costs too much to lock you up for more than a day!

The exception is murdering someone, to prison, you go away,
You’ll not worry about the cost of living, which is so inflationary…
A free Doctor inside, should you go into insanity!
Takes me weeks to get an appointment for the surgery!
A 20-year sentence, even if you’re a murdering mercenary!

You can get by the parole board with lies and trickery,
Being free within 6 years is not so extraordinary,
They’ll pay your rent, you’ll be probationary…
You can kill again, perhaps a mother and baby?
Get out again, sell your story for a documentary?

But let’s not be gloomy; think of the non-offenders,
Who cannot afford to go out on benders…
And don’t attack customers or bartenders,
They may be unemployed, clerks or builders…
Struggling to live and pay their bills, the poor bleeders!

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Wednesday 6th April 2020

04:00hrs: I stirred to life without any jumping or jerking. Most importantly, mental-healthwise, not a sign of the Thought-Storms! I made my way to the wet room for ablutions and an urgent feeling for a wee-wee.

I took the half-full NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with me for emptying, cleaning and disinfecting. Not an easy job, but I’m using Metal Mickey to get there. But no problems were encountered! Tipped out the contents, rinsed and washed the bucket, and put some Dettol disinfectant in it.

I started to get the nasal cleaning done and had to make a slight change of plans…

It was a close call! Despite there being no rumblings or squelching from the innards to warn me, the movement began before I’d got my bottom on the plastic! Messy! Watery, splashed all over me and the WC! Start to a sudden finish in less than 30-seconds, I reckon! The cleaning up afterwards took a lot longer. Tsk!.

Back to the wash and brush up sessioning. The teeth cleaning went okay. Then that danger zone, shaving, was started. I thought it had gone well. But when I was starting on Little Inchie and Harold’s Haemorrhoids, I caught a reflection in the shaving mirror. I wished I’d taken the camera in now. Tiny trickles of blood down from the neck and chin area, onto my chest and man-breasts. Hehehe!

I got the lesion, piles and neck sorted out rather quickly too! It took ages, and I had pieces of paper towel all over me, but they eventually stopped leaking. These tiny shaving cuts don’t seem to respond to the aftershave as much as the larger ones.

I got the day clothes on, and feeling refreshed, I hobbled back to the kitchen to get the kettle on…

Humph! I had to hasten back to the wet room to utilise the Throne again! This evacuation was, what’s the word? A sort of follow-through; far less content and almost entirely liquid. More cleaning up was required.

Whoops Trotsky Terence was now in complete charge of any rear-end passings from the innards. This called for a dose of the Galpharm to be taken with the brew of Glengettie! Which I took the next thing.

Whoops Another flipping wee-wee, short and sharp again. These came all day long, so much so that Little Inchies Fungal Lesion started bleeding later on. I don’t think I’ve wee-weed so much before. Bladder and Bowels have been upset somehow?

☑ I got the Sphygmomanometer out and took the Blood Pressure readings. Sys 144, DIA 71, which was in the High Blood Pressure red, only just. It was lower than it’s been for a few days now.

☑ The body temperature was so close to target again. It has been so good for the last 3-4 days. Why? Not complaining. I just wish I knew what I’d done right, so next time it drops, I can do it again.

I got the Tuesday blog updated and sent it off to WordPress. Emailed the link. Then, I Pinterested some photographs. Just starting the WP comments, and Carer Richard arrived. He was looking a bit better than yesterday. He gave me a few minutes of chinwagging, which I appreciated. Especially as I could see how tired the lad was.

After Richard had departed, I went back to the WP Comments. Next, onto Facebooking. Then…

Whoops Dizzy Dennis arrived, and so much so, my mind got fogged. I worked (I think), on this blog for several hours, having great difficulty getting the photos to upload again.

Whoops Concentrating was hard enough as it was, but the wee-wees increased in frequency in the afternoon, and this really got to me. I was struggling with all the breaks I had to take. Things were taking ages as I had at times to work out where I was before the weeing! Grrr!

I went through to get the oven on in readiness for the meal making, and the view was staggering. I do love those puffer clouds!

Night Carer. Food. Horrible sleep.

Whoops Can’t get photos to load at all.

Fed-Up!

Inchcock Today: Ode to Ageing Confusions – Part 1⅔rds Ending with Inchies Forecast for the World!

The Birthing of Inchcock

It had to come, he was welcomed unappreciatively,
By his Park Drive smoking mummy…
She dropped her fag ash all over Inchies tummy…
Sneered and told the Midwife, Emily…
“Don’t want it; throw it in the Trent straight away!”

Not the most pleasant welcoming lambing…
Midwife Emily, years later, fact confirming!
I asked Mother if it were true, her replying…
“Yea, but for a less than 3lb lump birthing…”
“You caused me a lot of hurting!”…
Then she started absconding… the police pursuing!

Schooling

The worst of all up then his schooling,
Him being so thick, no real educationing,
Each school day is dedicated to just surviving…
Avoiding teachers’ attention advancing,
Avoiding his touching and clutching…
And the gangs beating and bashings!

Working For a Living

Dad got him a job, morning newspaper delivering…
Then more rounds, Sundays and evenings…
Now he was more confused, earning a living,
At fourteen, he began his first proper working…
He did his best, never any shirking!

He wishes he’d been clever enough for apprenticing…
But he wasn’t, and this is no bullshitting…
16 now, interest grew in his ding-a-ling…
Joan, her name, a pretty little thing…
Who claimed she was about to be birthing…
At first, Inchcock thought of bragging…

He discovered that Joan did female wrestling…
While he wrote crap poems, wordsmithing…
T’was found that Joan had been lying…
She was not about to be multiplying!
For Inchy, there’ll be no betrothing!

Times, Depressing…

Memories of his failure, he keeps unearthing,
It’s himself his is mentally badmouthing,
He realised he was unlucky when around forty…
He’s grown old early, was getting more portly…
Depression grew worse shortly…

He needed mental stimulus strengthening…
He’s still not had any at seventysomething…
He’d hoped for better luck but didn’t win a farthing!
Did the lottery for many years, never won anything…
Won the pools one week, though, amazing!

Not a lot, hardly enough for bequeathing,
2/6d – (12½p) winnings he would be receiving,
His pools plan cost him 75p (15/-d), always losing!
And wrong choices and options choosing!
His life is forever error and mistakes replenishing!

Whoopsiedangleplops Acceptance!

Now, he sees that his life is like thirst-quenching,
Sanity-saving drinks have never been emerging!
Only his Thought-Storms will get any turbocharging…
His ever further ageing ailments, always twinging…
His mental stability… well, that’s beyond salvaging,
Sadly, due to his own misjudging and mismanaging!

Of course, he wished Dementia Doreen would go away…
But most clearly, she is with him every single day…
No matter Inchie, may hope, plead and may pray!
He’s bald nowadays, so worries not about going grey…
His memory and brain working more absentmindedly!

Physical Problems

Cataract Kathleen is his ailment most vexing…
The earholes are second, the wax is grid-locking,
The diminishing hearing is quite shocking!
Neuropathy Pete has his leg and handshaking!
Inchie still hits doors when through them he’s walking!

Things Wot Inchie Can No Longer do…

Here, he lists the things he’s never been found doing…
At least for a few years, there’s been no canoodling!
Surprisingly he misses doing his cobbling,
Resting, relaxing, unwinding, or chilling!
He can’t even manage to do the kettle descaling!

Incapable now, of drooling, duelling, hoping, driving…
Coping with problems or their abnegating…
Ballooning, javelining, footballing,
But: he’s excellent at frowning and bumfuzzling!
And bad odeing, and body-fattening!
And he’s the perfect mind & body for malfunctioning!

The Future?

Inchies Forecast for the World!

Ah, the future, to Inchie, it’s not very enticing…
For him, just the usual mistake-making and doddering!
More Thought-Storms, memorise of failings, so agonising,
He’d like to undergo a brain reinstalling…
Impossible, of course, that’s Dementia Doreen lurking?

After a life of ever belittling,
Now he’s ever bungling…
Tripping, stumbling or falling…
On a bad day, you’ll find him burbling…
A good day, he might be yodelling!

But good rays are rare…
Hardly ever, to be fair…
Maybe a decent minute or two here and there?
You can see why the old man’s in despair?
For company, he even welcomes the dentists’ chair!

He’s always on a downer; at least he’s consistent?
Yet a good chinwag and laugh, he is not resistant?
But he feels so sorry for those whose lives are distant…
The whippersnapping youngsters, not the convalescent…
What does the future hold for them? No contentment?
Wars, violent crime, people becoming intolerant…
Gangsters, politicians, getting more fiscally corpulent…
Fracking, rainforest destruction, morals corrodent!
Worries, price rises give fears, making folk crapulent,
Which uses up their funds quicker; it’s totipotent!
Putin may yet change God’s design, the rodent!
Proving the turd is untouchable, cunctipotent!

Why does Putin attack with impunity?
Proving to the world his inhumanity?
If also, his degree of egocentricity?
If we interfere, we’ll lose our power, electricity?
Proving our powerlessness and ignominy!

Putin

He does not look it; he’s showing serenity?
He claims to have compassion and benignity…
Or is that look, snottiness and solemnity?
Indeed no caring, just in hatred in the vicinity!
As he kills without care and utter impunity!

The West’s response shows no dignity…
Scared to death, showing nothing, of authenticity,
But what can we do with a man of such insanity?
His inhumanity is of outstanding durability…
Stop him? We do not have the ability!

From being attacked himself, he has autoimmunity…
Cause the West doesn’t have the guts or edacity…
We have our own failings, our own disunity…
This war has no opportunity of curability…
And that brings out amongst many detestability!

Ukrainian Spirit?

What a man, President and Ukrainian!

Once Putin wins, it will be more challenging than he thinks,
May the West challenge him to a game of tiddleywinks?
Volodymyr Zekenskyy, the man who doesn’t shrink!
Who compared to Pucking Putin, the far better man, I think!

Who is a Grobble Knumphchuckle?

So, who is worthy of the sarcastically Inchcock invented name of a Grobble Knumphchuckle?

A ‘Grobble Knumphchuckle’ title recipient has most of Anthony Charles Lynton Blair qualities and attributes. But the chosen few have the added ‘quality, ‘skill’, ‘trait’, ‘ability to have failed in their chosen sphere of financial skullduggery, hustling, or whatever position they have conned others out of to get employment and absolutely phenomenal salaries! (I’m not jealous at all). 

The hated few, selected band of natural, proper, worthy candidates that have been granted the name by both Inchcock and his Alto-Ego Inchie! We start today with the current Top Dog himself…

Mike Fries (Left)

Distraught UK Customer on the right!

Grobble Knumphchuckle? Yes!

A most deserving case. He has all the traits required. Plus, I am dead-jealous of his salary during the Coronavirus he’s paid himself, of… wait for it… $1 million a week! According to the internet, difficult to be sure if this is true as Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet keeps going down several times a day… and ever upwards in cost!

No wonder he’s smiling! I Can’t blame him!

Chief Executive Officer of Liberty Global

Who acquired British cable group Virgin Media for $24 billion!

Virgin Media’s new owner faces a shareholder revolt for paying its boss $1 million a week during the pandemic. The American chief executive of London-based Liberty Global pocketed $52 million (£36.7 million) last year, even as the broadband and TV provider was hit with a deluge of customer complaints.

A number cruncher? Conman? Mafia-backed?

Who knows. He appears hubristic, conceited, self-assured, smug, arrogant, daredevil, self-asserting, shameless, procacious, scoffing, impervious to failure, and a moralless bloke?

Then again, if I was getting away with conning my bosses, shitting on my Nottingham customers, and an excellent number-cruncher and bean-counter as Fries: And getting away with it, paid a fortune to fail… and cunningly hiding the actual figures so cleverly, I might be the same as he is?

Which does nothing to help me get the over-priced, ever going off-line Virgin Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet to work?

You try to sign off and try another company! Huh!

Fries Virgin-O2 Deal?

O2 and Virgin Media have confirmed plans to create a new company through merging. The deal establishes a quad-play (broadband, TV, phone and mobile) company that will rival BT. The combined business will have up to 40 million commercial and residential customers and be worth over £31 billion.

However, several issues, including regulatory, will need to be worked out as the ‘deal’ progresses.

Quote From Fries

Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer of Liberty Global, said: “We couldn’t be more excited about this combination. Virgin Media has redefined broadband and entertainment in the UK with lightning fast speeds and the most innovative video platform. And O2 is widely recognized as the most reliable and admired mobile operator in the UK, always putting the customer first.

Putting the customer first?

Oh, my mistake, I thought for a minute that Fries was claiming that was what Liberty-Global Virgin Media were doing… even he is not brave enough to make that claim… is he? He was talking about 02.

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Dear Mr Fries:

The figures and statements I’ve found on the internet, maybe pre-juggled or crunched, appear better to the investors. This searching the web and creating this blog is not accessible when Liberty-Global Virgin Media here in Nottingham, England, keeps going down several times, every day! I find it confusing.

Hehe! I am what used to be called a Silver-Surfer, although I am bald. I struggle with disabilities, stroke, heart-surgery recovery, and vascular dementia. Not that this would bother you in any way! Empathy is obviously not in your dictionary. Knowing how to run an internet service that is even close to being semi-reliable is also beyond your capabilities, but hey… we’re only customers!

Statement

 Liberty-Global businesses operate under some of the best-known consumer brands, including Virgin Media-O2 in the UK, VodafoneZiggo in The Netherlands, Telenet in Belgium, Sunrise UPC in Switzerland, Virgin Media in Ireland and UPC in Eastern Europe.

My Response:

Is your internet none-reliability the same everywhere, Mike? Or do you have something against the proletariat pensioners of Nottingham, on the tiny island, UK?

Statement

Our global investment arm, Liberty Global Ventures, has investments in more than 75 companies and funds in the fields of content, technology and infrastructure, including strategic stakes in companies such as Plume, ITV, Lions Gate, Univision, the Formula E racing series and several regional sports networks.

Reads impressively; At least to anyone who isn’t cursed with your destruction of Virgin Media reliability. Are there any vestiges of mock customer service and Liberty Global’s constant, Nottinghamian internet failures? Several other unhappy old silver-surfers are using Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet (when it’s not gone down, of course) in these blocks of old folks flats that would like to know. Why am I asking you? Proof of my senility here!

Statement

Liberty Global total number of employees in 2020 was 23,000, a 13.86% increase from 2019.

My Response:

Are the imitation customer services team, electronic or even the human variety occasionally gagged? Do they have scripts to read from? Have you told them never to mention Libert-Global when someone calls? That is if they can get through and the LG telephone is working. Thus, Mr Branson can be blamed for the abysmal service we are receiving?

Statement

Liberty Global is a cable company providing video, broadband internet, fixed-line telephony, mobile, and other communications services to residential customers and businesses.

My Response:

I think you’ve missed a word out of the above Liberty Global statement… Should it read, Liberty Global is a cable company providing video, broadband internet, fixed-line telephony, mobile, and other communications services to UNFORTUNATE residential customers and businesses?

Have a good day!

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Impure Inchy – Thursday 4th March 2021 Diary

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Thursday 4th March 2021

Spanish: Jueves 4 de Marzo de 2021

23:40hrs: I removed my over-flabbily-bellied body from the c1968 recliner and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). A short sharp affair, with a lot of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribble) to follow.

No messing about, I got on the computer to create a template for today’s blog. Starting with doing a few graphics on CorelDraw. But, I didn’t get too far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. Incidentally, Cartilage Cathy was a lot kinder to me this morning.

It seemed to me that the daily PTDDSB (Porcelain Throne, Daily-Domination-Stakes- Battle) for supremacy in the evacuation was a close thing. Still, a comeback from Constipation Konrad had curbed the rampant messy tendencies of Trotsky Terence for once! So, I had a go at the crossword puzzle as I waited for things to kick-off. Just as yesterday, I didn’t solve a single clue! (Well, I’m consistent, if not capable. Hehehe! The movement started slowly and stayed that way, but no pain or bleeding, and as I said, it was a lot less mess to clean up. I still had to refill the tank by hand though, I think the problem is the fluffy too-thick toilet roll paper.

Back to the grahicalisationing, I went. Then made-up and started this template. Which took me ages to get this far with. Then, I went on to update the Wednesday Diary, at long last. I got it updated fully, emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section. Which I enjoyed considerably. Pinterested a couple of photographs, the read and replied to the WP comments that had come in. Some witty puns and quips came on this Thursday.

I was about to start collating the advance templates and realised the hours had shot by; it was time to get the ablutions tended to. As is usual with me, I got into the kitchen and got myself sidetracked once more.

I decided to get the hand-washing done first. But and however – guess who had left the hot water tap (faucet) to run cold? Yes, pickle-brain Inchcock had struck-again! Gawd-blimey, I this far too often! Hence decision had to be made (another Inchcock problem area!) My EQ told me there nothing to do but press on handwashing boiling the water in the kettle and saucepan, for more Whoopsiedangleplops were on their way! He also called me a name, a naughty one!

So, the half-hour or so handwashing exercise took me nearly two hours! Not to mention the scolding of two fingers fetching the kettle to the sink… Oh, I’ve said it! It’s a good job that I was in a slightly better mood today! I washed the long-sleeve jumper, the jammie-bottoms and the pair of long bamboo diabetic socks. The washed ones from yesterday were not fully-dry enough to put on today, so I got a couple of 100% short-ones to adorn after the ablutions to wear.

Then, as I checked the dryness of the other things that were hanging above the kitchen window, with perfect-timing, Peripheral Pete went into an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine! This caused me to drop the coat-hangars and the washing I had in my hand. Belt Cathy Cartilages knee against the floor cupboard, and hit my head against the heater getting back up again!

I made a start on moving the stuff back into the cupboard, but soon lost interest!

My new found emotions of satisfaction, semi-contentment and renewed hopes sank without a trace! I took some painkillers and moped my way to the wet room, leaving the clothes where they had fell on the floor, and swearing a little still, got to the wet room, totally uninterested in what I was there for! Pissed-off would be a quicker way of putting things!

Had I been aware of what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have gone in! The worse Ablution session in months!

Ablutionalisticalisationing Report:

  • I realised there was no hot water to be gleaned from the sink tap for shaving! But felt sure I would manage using the hottish water from the shower-head without any bother (What an idiot!)
  • Have you ever had to keep going to the other side of the wet room, and with Peripheral Pete shaking me about like a good un, repeatedly, bring the shower-head, which only just reaches the sink, and spraying the tepid water all over yourself and the room? It’s not easy! The cleaning up afterwards wasn’t either!
  • The de-nasalising went well. No water needed, you see! One dropsy only!
  • The teeth-cleaning had a bit of discomfort.
  • Then the shaving began. I had to keep emptying the sink of the water that went too cold, turning up the thermostat, and dial, to get as hot that I could from the control panel, but it wasn’t scorching enough, even then.
  • The whole shaving job was farcical in the extreme. Although having said that, there were only five dropsies! A few little nicks and one cut under the chin. One the throat, two in the neck-hole, and one on the cheek.

I got belated Health Checks done next. The Boot’s, made in China Sphygmomanometer’s SYS reading was fantastically low! Grrreat!

At least I think it is; hang on, I’ll check on Mr Google later on.

The in Hong Kong produced, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was, I think, a smidge high, but well down on yesterdays worrying high of 37.9°c – 100.22°f.

Since the side-effect-ridden AstraZeneca Covid-19 vaccination was given to me a week last Saturday, SYS has also been higher, its the lowest reading today than for ages. I think I might be getting confused here, between the SYS and the temperature? Well, fancy that!

I found an NHS site on Google, where you can put in your reading for SYS and DIA, and you get an instant show of where you stand on the chart, with a black cross! Proof that I was right to worry when the SYS went up to 180 five days ago, well, that was well in the red area!

Gotten Himmel! Look at the time! What happened, where did it go?

I’d better close down and get my pre-planned, easy, tasty (I was well wrong there!) meal prepared. I’m afraid the beautiful looking Iceland bought tin of tomatoes was terribly bland, tasteless, watery. Savourless and unappetising. These Don Holio chopped tomatoes needed a warning giving-out about them for anyone unlucky enough to buy any. The Sainsbury crispy smoked ready-cooked bacon slices were very fatty tasting as well! The last of the sourdough bread saved the meal. A flavour-rating of 4.5/10 was granted. Reluctantly to a degree! Eurgh!

However, and leaving the pots in the sink in cold water to be cleaned when I have some hot water again, in the morning, at first, I was well-pleased that I was in time to watch the channel 11, Tales of the Unexpected episodes.

I stayed awake until the first set of commercials, and Sweet Morpheus visited me, and off into the land of nod I floated.

And slept for four unbroken hours, which was so nice! Ahh!

Intaglioed Inchcock -Wednesday 10th February 2010 Diary

TFZer Lillie – I wish it were true!

Wednesday 10th February 2010

Tuesday 21:10hrs: Gave up trying to get any sleep, and got up. Had a wee-wee, made a brew, and begot another wee-wee.

A persistent dry cough seems to have developed?

I made a start on updating the Tuesday diary and pressed forth with it for a couple of hours. Had a wee-wee, made a mug of Glengettie tea, and the stomach started rumbling and grumbling a little threateningly. Off to the Porcelain Throne with as much haste as I could summon.

I got myself seated, and thought I’d sat on a thysiastery! Gawd, did I go through it. Trotsky Terence ensured that the splattering, sploshing and misery of a vicious aching stomach, as things flowed, shot and squirted out! I put this miserable evacuation down to my having had a little too much flavouring and peppers in the CCC (Chilli-Con-Carne) last night. I was feeling so nauseous, queasy and weak afterwards. Never has one man, had so much cleaning up to do after an evacuation! The only thing good about it was that the nearly all liquid vacated product was cleared with one flush! The clearing and cleaning of the splashes and myself took me ages.

A weakened, slightly demoralised, stomach ache-suffering Inchcock, returned to the computer, realising that had he not got up so ridiculously early, it would have so much worse a catastrophe, as the gurgling started, if I was still in the recliner at the time. I certainly would never have made it to the wet room in time! This thought made me feel a little better, not well! But not so bad. Of course, the tight innards and stabbing pains continuing told me to be ready for another calling to the Porcelain Throne Thysiastery again soon!

I had another wee-wee, washed, and went to make another mug of Glengettie tea. And started the Health Checks off.

The BP, had a low SYS of 150, DIA of 72, and the Pulse was 84bpm.

In Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di Company, a reliable contactless thermometer gave a good reading in the green, of 36.7°c – 98.06°f. Which is fair enough for me.

Another wee-wee, then I got back to updating the blog. Finished it, had a wee-wee, washed, made another brew (Thompsons Punjana this time), then posted the Diary to WordPress. Pinterested some snaps emailed the link, and I went on Facebook catch-up.

The innards were actually getting more bothersome now, a second calling is on the cards soon, methinks.

A wee-wee and mug of Glengettie, and snapped a half-decent morning shot of the view from the thick-frames light and view-blocking kitchen window.

Then I went onto CorelDraw to get the templates built. I had a decent crack at it and got a couple made up.

Then a dual-reasoned visit to the wet-room, on my way to get the ablutions started, and gurgling from the innards, along with simultaneous involuntary movements from the rear end, forced, me to imitate a Cruise Missile, and go like the clappers to get to the Porcelain Throne (2) in time! I made it by a whisker, Phew! I much different evacuation this time. I think the Constipation Konrad is fighting back for supremacy, he’s still a long way off of winning, but the product was like mini-waffles, painful for the first time in five or six visits, but still not messy. I look forward to visiting the Throne for the third time, with fear, anticipation and dread! 

Not really, I just thought it was a humorous thing to say. I’m going batty, losing my trains of thoughts, and going batty, you know?

However, there was a silver-ling detected, in the wet room, and I was in there for a long time with the Throne visit as well, but apart from the accompanying wee-wee on the Porcelain, for over an hour, I did not need a wee-wee! Leery-Smile-Given! Which didn’t last for long, this was going to be one of my better ablution sessions. Still, I had a few decent ones lately!

Teeth cleaning, I lost another chunk from the top molar that is breaking up, but only one drop of the toothpaste tube! – Shaving, five dropsies, three nicks, and I broke one of the razors… Please don’t ask how; one-second there I was shaving my neck hole, humming away merrily to myself, and suddenly bits of plastic and the blade just dropped through my fingers down my back, and onto the floor?

The showering was not so good either. This was worrying a bit at first, and slightly, erm, crude, but I’ll tell you. I’d been round the rear-end having the crevises shower gelled, the old loofah did its job.

As I turned to change the heat level on the panel, the adventitious right leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance kicked-off, with a short but brutal flailing performance, and had me down on one knee – which Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy were not happy with! Argh! Getting back up (Thank heavens for the grab bars), spurred BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda), into giving me what-for as well! Double-Argh! 

At least the feet and legs, apart from the knees, were looking good.

If anyone had told me 70-years-ago, that I’d end up with all these ailments, have a heart operation, lose my memory, start stuttering, get shot, twice! Have trouble with the ears and eyes, contract Rheumatoid Arthritis, a Duodenal ulcer, get Peripheral Neuropathy, a stroke, diabetes etc. I would have laughed at them! Sad innit?

Anyway, medicationalisationing went well.

I made some brekkers. And tried to get a Morrison delivery slot for next week. It would have been easier to but some Rocking Horse sh…, but never mind.

I got some waste bags made up and put them in the walker-guide bag in the hallway.

Off to the kitchenette to make another brew of Glengettie. And I took four pictures with the Canon camera, of the beautiful morning view as the sun proffered shadows, and tried to come out to melt the earlier snow.

The dry coughing is no better yet.

I got an email from Sister Jane, with a humorous letter (photo), from the Nottingham Post newspaper, letters section. I had to smile at it!

I got the silly ode-blog made up and posted it off.

The Sainsbury order is due tonight, far too late for me, but it’s the only one I could get. Grumble-, moan, sob! Sainsbury’s email informed me that the shortages on order, were: Disinfectant, antiperspirant, shelled peas, leeks, and Sourdough bread, when I tried to scroll down further, a message informed me: Well fancy that!

With last weeks black-spotted potatoes, short-dated cooked meats, and no bread etc. how do they keep customers? Obvious to me, we proletariats, are stuck at home with the lockdown, have little option but to use them (Sainsbury’s). Iceland sent me green potatoes, chicken with one day’s life on it, and no sandwich thins or leeks, oh, and a leaking bottle of liquid soap! Asda refuse to come inside the building! Life is getting messier all the time! 

To try not to fall asleep and miss the Sainsbury order, (I know, it’s still five hours away, but with no sleep last night, if I did drop-off, it might be for a long time? I got on with doing the templates again.

I spent several hours trying to get the Kodak camera to work. It didn’t help with not knowing what the hell I was doing, should be doing, or even had done. But I kept my wonderful 100% record intact, and failed totally!

I cried, and then I tried again to get a Morrison order (through Amazon) in. Whippee! Got one for the morning, twixt 8>10AM I also ordered some more Thompsons Punjana tea bags.

Of course, I forgot all about the Sainsbury order coming this evening. Will I stay awake, or not? Wot a clot! Took these shots while waiting.

I found this photo on the DD card, why I took it. I’ve no memory of!

I was well done-in, by the time the intercom chimed out, from the Sainsbury driver. He asked why he had to come into the flats? I went down to meet him, we went up, and he deposited the nosh in the hallway. To shattered to make a proper meal, and the coughing and shivering started. At least I had a reet-treat, in some French Horn cake, I thought of Janet Aarron when I ate them, she has a fancy for them.

Washed the pots, took this snap of Chestnut Walk.

Got down and soon drifted off, but the coughing kept waking me up.

Not feeling good at all.

Inchoate Inchies Diary: Tuesday 9th February 2021

Fit TFZers!

Thank You!

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Tuesday 9th February 2021

01:45hrs: I woke and laid there in the c1968 recliner for a few minutes. Bit of a dream I think I’d been having, drifted away, then the Thought Storms needed absterging, but they were coming thick and fast for a time. They were finally conticented by the need for a wee-wee arriving, taking my attention to more urgent needs. And need couldn’t have timed it better!

I heaved my astronomically and enormously flabby-bellied body up onto the feet. I caught my balance and started the few paces to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I let out a naughty version of an ‘Ouch!’, as I trod on a piece of the mustard, honey & onion Pretzels. I must have been at the nocturnal nibbling again, Tsk! It didn’t half hurt! Hahaha!

A complete change in the wee-weeing style this time. Of the IRPT (Indefatigably-Relentless-Painful-Trickle) mode. And with having to stand there holding the bucket for so long, Colin Cramps kicked off! And with fidgeting about, the hole in the foot made by the pretzel was leaking blood on the carpet! No doubt about it, I was in a right pickle! Again, I was happy this time that there were no CCTV cameras in the flat!

I somehow or other, possibly a miracle, but I got a plaster on the sole of the foot. It may not stay there very long, mind. Took the morning medications, and went to the kitchen to get the kettle on. The plaster fell off of the foot, but it didn’t matter the bleeding had stopped altogether. (These pieces of broken Pretzels can be deadly, Hehe!) By, they ain’t half-tasty!

Made a brew of Glengettie, took another IRPT wee-wee, the flaming tea was cold by the time it had done sprinkling. Cracked on with the updating of yesterday’s diary. I seemed to get it done reasonably quickly, I hope I haven’t missed owt off or made a mess of it.

I posted it off and got the Health Checks done. The Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had the SYS as 159, DIA 83 and Pulse 86 bpm. Looks okay.

The Chinese (Hong Kong) made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, reliable easy to use and contactless thermometer, gave a reading of 36.7°c, which was well in range, and on the green. At least something is consistent. I may regret saying that next time. Haha!

Got the email link sent off, Pinterested a few photographs, and went on the WordPress reader section. Had another wee-wee, not so bad this time, of the UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety, far less painful, too!

Went on the Facebooking catch-up. Read and replied to the WP comments, took a wee-wee, made a brew off Thompsons Punjana tea, then started this blog going.

Things were going slower in the productivity stakes now? Why, I’m not sure, because the ailments are all being kind to me now? Still, I pressed on for an hour or two, then decided to take a break and get the potatoes into the crock-pot and seasoned for later on.

I did some more updating, had a wee-wee, passed wind, and decided to get some brekkers, so off to the kitchenette, to see what was lurking in the fridge to tempt me. I took this shot from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window, of Chestnut Drive. It felt a lot colder out there now?

No signs of snow, though. I cobbled together a snack, made another brew, had a wee-wee, washed my hands, and settled at the computer, food on a tray, and carried on with this blog. (Oh, I am a good lad! Hahaha!)

Getting breakfast sorted, and the Porcelain Throne was needed.

Off to the wet room. Another victory for Trotsky Terence, but not messy at all this time! Washed and back to collect the brekkers.

How’s this for luxury then? I pulled out a draw, put the plate in it, and worked on the blogging while nibbling it! Hehehe!

An hour or two later, I washed the pots and got ready to get the ablutions sorted out. Not such a good session this time. (Not complaining, I’ve had two reasonable, nae, excellent ones in a row, so, fair enough!)

  The teeth cleaning went good. The shaving caused me more bother than it has for months. Several cuts, none of them were really bad. On the last cut, I dropped the razor, and it felt awkward to retrieve from where it fell; the mop bucket! Via the sink, the tray, the wall and finally down into the bucket behind the tray. This caused me to trap my hand pulling the razor back up, and I fell forwards ontop the tray trolley, ending up with an odd and painful bottom thumb area!

I’d like to take this moment, to thank and curse SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) and Dizzy Dennis) But I dare not, because the language I’d have to use would be too naughty. Credit to their perfect timing, though!

The medicationalisationing was easy enough, well, apart from getting some ointment on the underfoot cut, from the Pretzels – Not a lot of people can say that you know. Hehehe!

I had another wee-wee, then sorted and made up four black bags from the bins, and a box of recyclables and mounted them on the trolley-guide. No easy task! I’m not sure how I managed it, but I got out through the door with the bogey and boxes, without any Accifauxpas, Whoppsiednagleplops or mishaps whatsoever! Smug-Mode-Class-One-Adopted! I put the black facemask in the trolley bag.

I limped differently, down to the waste chute in the lift lobby. I say different, cause with the Pretzel cut being tender, and Cath Cartilage now playing up, finding the least painful way was not easy, and involved some semi-ballerina like movements in testing them out in turn. Hehehehe!

I was determined not to trap my finger or hand in the chute-room, or drop anything, or hit my head on the cast-iron cover. And I did avoid all these things, and felt a smidge of pride in my efforts being successful! Oh, yes!

But on the way out, I hit my right shoulder on the edge of the doorframe. It was a fair whack, I can still feel it now, four-hours later! Humph!

As I returned to the elevator lobby, I noticed that some work was taking place on the end wall. That or it was some good graffiti. Haha!

Getting a lift down so I could take the recycling bin to the bin was not easy. I felt jinxed! The left cage arrived, someone was in it, I didn’t want to share, so smiled at the lady, and waved her on.

Then I realised I had not put my mask on – no problem I thought, and I went into the carrier to get it out to put on. And realised I had put in a black glove, not the mask! Things were getting back to normal for me, it seemed! Then the right lift went straight by me on its way down? The left one left by me going up, and missed me going down? The right elevator missed me going up… I took the photo above in the reflection of the lift door while waiting…

Aha, it stopped on the way down! I’d almost forgot why I was going down in the first place! Not really! The lobby was sealed off, I’d forgotten that was happening today, Tsk! I went through the caretaker’s entrance out to the bin. The caretakers were out there, so I got a chance to talk to someone, I’d nearly forgot how to do it. Hehehe!

I got back up in the elevator quickly enough, entered the flat, and had a wee-wee. Got on the computer and emailed Jenny to see how She, Nora and Frank were getting on. Then the door chimes rang out the tune, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫.

It was two blokes wanting to come in to check the fire alarm. I returned to the computer while they did their duty. A minute later, I thought I’d ask them if they wanted a drink. I hobbled into the hallway, and they were gone! Ah, well!

I decided to get some templates done, or at least try to. I got one finished, one! Pathetic!

An email came in from Jenny. The gal is getting a little miffed with the lockdown, just like I am, I asked her if she, Nora and Frank had been given their vaccines yet, tried to cheer her up. Although she retains her sense of humour. She emailed back, but I read it and deleted it, and can’t remember it now. Tsk!

I got some yellow peppers done for the CCC Chilli-Con-Carne) diced them and added them to the saucepan of CCC.

I washed and changed into the made in India, Tru-Size® (that aren’t), pyjama bottoms- lounge- pants.

Got the CCC served up with a few potatoes from the crock-pot added.

I’d somehow used too much chilli powder or the yellow peppers because it was a little bit too hot for my tastes. But I still ate it all, and I savoured and degusted it.

Which satisfied my phagomania. Put the things to soak in the washing-up bowl.

I timed it perfect for catching the start of two half-hour episodes of ‘Tales of the Unexpected’. I relished the thought of enjoying them. Hah!

I fell asleep at the first commercial break, and woke up as the second episode’s ending tune was playing. Makes me sick the number of times this happens to me! Gribblebonks!

For hours after that, I kept nodding off and waking a few minutes later every time; I gave up, got up, caught my balance, had a wee-wee, and stayed up. Sleep attainment of not to be enjoyed tonight!

What makes this worse, is I have to stay up late tomorrow, for the Sainsbury’s food order, it was the only slot available.

Worra load of old tosh people have given me about getting bored in old age – nowt to do, kipping all the time…. Chance would be a fine thing!

Incretinous-Inchies Diary – Monday 8th February 2021

♫ I’m, coming home, I’m coming home, you’ve got to let…♫

I just love this one!

Monday 8th February 2021

Swahili: Jumatatu Tarehe 8 Februari 2021

00:30hrs: Woke up, and I gradually rid myself of the lingering Thought-Storms and started to ponder over worries and fears that I, wanted to concentrate on. There seems plenty of them to pick from. Saccades Sandra was making the ache in the subconjunctival haemorrhaging,  to cause me vision problems. A headache above the eye was a bit naughty as well.

I pondered over when the Sainsbury order was due to arrive and had I already put one in for Iceland? Not that I was too keen to place one with them, after the green potatoes and rotten onions they delivered. Other things as well concerned me too, but they drifted off into the ether, as I moved the over-ample, flabby-stomached body into a position to grind my weight from the recliner. A big belly can accommodate all kinds of things; when you are laid back in a chair, there are creases to store pens, biscuits, and a flobby bulge to catch your glasses when they fall off!

A tiny ‘plop’ emitted from my rear end, and the stink with it was so cruel, wicked! Cor Blimey it was! I courageously got on to my painful feet, for some reason, in one go! Yes! A Smug-Mode Adopted this early in the day!

Caught my balance, grabbed Metal Mickey, and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and took a trickling wee-wee. Picked up the bucket, and took it to be emptied and sanitised. There seemed an awful amount of fluid in it?

Washed my hands, and got the first round of Health Checks done. The dependable, trustworthy, Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, showed an increase on the previous one, SYS was up from 147 up to 164.  Pulse still highish at 97. The made in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading, was fine at 36.2°c. I went through to the kitchen and made a brew of Glengettie. I noticed that the Co-op 99 tea bag stock, was down to about eight tea bags. This is not good!

Took this poor quality snap of the early morning view. 

Did the pots, took the medications, and onto the computer. The brain was getting a touch confused, for some reason?

A message came up about roadworks in the area. Later when I visited the Winwood Facebook site, those who still go out every day, said that roadworks near the bus turnaround island meant that they would likely not be able to get up Chestnut Walk to the stop. Marvellous, will the food delivery vans. Ambulances, fire-brigade, taxis? And on Friday, the Covid-19 vaccination at Gregory Boulevard has got to be travelled to for my jab. And the snow has just started, not a lot! Oh, dearie me, the Smug-Mode just shattered!

As I was doing the updating, a Norton thingy came up, telling me that they had quarantined 5,815,930 viruses, 73,261 risks deleted, and something else, the pop-up disappeared, whatever it was, I got the count, there were 112,108 of them cleared! Mmm?

Off to the kitchenette to make a brew, Co-op 99 this time. And took these photos of the view. A tiny bit of snow had fallen.

No sooner had I sateth down, I had to get up to go post-haste to the Porcelain Throne!

Whoo! Easy peasy! The evacuation flowed, gurgle as it did so, and was even quicker than yesterday’s last visit! But unfortunately, it was even messier and pongier! Made a good job of cleaning up, though, the WC and me!

I almost used up the toilet roll, so fetched the reserves from the tip-room. I see that it was about a quarter to two from the clock here – don’t time fly when yer gerrin’ old! I took another of the anti-diahorrea capsules. Trotsky Terence loves it being head-honcho over Constipation Konrad in the PTDDSB (Porcelain-Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle)!

Back to make another brew to replace the one gone cold, Humph! Back to Glengettie, and pressed on with finishing the Sunday (I hate Sundays!) diary. Posted it off, Pinterested some snaps, Emailed the link and went pon the WordPress Reader section.

Getting weary already today, off to make another brew. What a surprise the weather was… well, it wasn’t really! But it was so beautiful!

I spent an age taking the bestest picture I could manage, to record the beauty of it.


I’m so glad I got a front-facing flat. Thanks, Nottingham City Homes.

I spotted that the humidity-temperature thingamajig, was not so far out this morning. Almost in the safe green areas! Yes!

I went on the WP Commenting. Then I made a start on this blog for today. Took me a while to get going, I am so frustrated with the vision so poor, even worse than earlier on in the morning?

I went to the wet room and had a look at the red-eye. Took a selfie of it. Looks like I’ve got something new growing above the eyebrow to me. But I think it might have been there for a day or two, with the blood being so thin, it shows up more perhaps.

Watch the change when I do the ablutions later, the skin will look all red, bright, or coloured with the showering and heating. Hehehe!

I decided to get something to eat for brekkers and nipped off to see what was available. Mini d=Dagwood sarnies, tomatoes, beetroot & onion, peas and some Frazzles, with a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. And very nice, it was too! Glad I bothered now!

Did the washing after noshing, and the view was shocking! Not really, it just rhymed, Hahaha!

There had been a sprinkling more of snow, but it looked like it this would be the last.

The sun was trying to come out, it had turned a smidge colder, the Crows were flying again, and the mild wind turned North-Easterly! Oh, yes, an old auger and philosopher like me know about these things you know… and the lady on radio Nottingham, just said it would stop until tonight. Hehehe!

I went on CorelDraw, to finish the graphic so I could do the templated later – Ha! I mean try to do them later on.

The handwashing was done next. Not a lot, just a t-shirt and the made in Afganistan thick Primark jammie bottoms. All done, rung, rinsed and hung above the kitchenette sink to drip dry for a fortnight or so. Had a rare this morning, wee-wee, and then off to get the much-belated ablutions seen to. But I had to go back to check I’d not left the taps (faucets) running, or plug in the sink.

My legs looked like someone else’s! ♫ Where have all, the blotches gone, long time passing…♫?

Mind you, the souls of the feet were giving me some gip again. If I could get to look at them, I would. Tsk!

All went smoothish until the medicationalisationing started. I got the camera out to take a shot of the red-eye, and dropped it, caught it in time… Smug Mode Adopted! And this photo is the result of grabbing it just before it hit the floor. I dread to think what I accidentally photographed! No, no, not my bum, it was the fingers… I hope! Hahaha!

Took a shot of the red-eye, and it appeared much better! Is that a mole coming up above the eye, do you think? On closer inspection whatever it is, there may be another one coming up on the eyelid, methinks?

I’m going all warped in the mush, and the legs were improving when it shouldn’t be possible. I used the Kodak camera to take this face selfie by the way. I forgot to mention it earlier.

Another mystery of Woodthorpe Court; the phantoms, kelpies, spectres, poltergeist, spirits, manifestations, zombies, demons, cacodemons, rakshasas, hellions, aliens, extraterrestrials, hobgoblins, apparitions, elfins, pishogues, apparitions, gremlins, and ghostly goo-like Ectoplasms, to join the puzzles of the jumping about blood pressure, legs changing, poo’s different every day. I believe these Winwood Heights infiltrators, enjoy testing my sanity to the limit… (Calm down Inchie… steady boy…)

I’ve not done much, but will only do a template for tomorrow, as I shackered! Then get summat to eat, might do something cold, so I can drift off to sleep, and eat it later?

Botherations! Got to do the second set of Health Checks, here goes then.

SYS down a smidge.

Then the Chinese (Hong Kong) made by, Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, a contactless thermometer that is easy to use.

37.4°c, versus the 36.2°c, recorded earlier in the day. I think both are okay, but I’ll have to check again later. What a memory I have.. or I should say, lack of memory!

Got the nosh served up, and settled to see if owt is on the box to watch, not that I anticipate staying awake for long… he says hopefully! Hehe! Another quickie meal. But well, eatable. And I gave it a taste-rating of am acceptable 6.5/10.

As I put the things to soak in the sink, I took a final photo of the view from the kitchenette window—so peaceful, almost Christmassy aura to it.

Made me cast my mind back to better, fitter, healthier, happier times. Which started me off mourning, smiling, fearing, embarrassments, joys, disasters, moments of verklemptness, and loves long gone. I think Mr Google told me that amygdala, combined with the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex, plays an important role in retrieving memories for emotional events. I knew that! Hehe!

They certainly did as I stood there getting cold with the window still open, and in a dream state for a few minutes, casting back my mind, and fending-off or encouraging different memories. Fear, anxiety, aggression, anger, indignation, self-pity, sadness, disdain and awkwardness all paid a visit, in those few minutes.

I suppose these months of isolation in the lockdown, have not done me much good, mentally? But it affects everyone, doesn’t it? Well, not the Herberts who have carried on, as usual, going out every day and no doubt done their bit to keep Covid-19 spreading. Antisocialism, I’m alright Jack, and an uncaring attitude amongst so many people dissolves what bit of hope I had previously for all tellurians! (Gosh, that was deep?)

I  got washed and into the jammie-bottoms, and settled in the c1968 recliner. I started to watch a Tales of the unexpected on channel 11 – but was in the arms of Sweet Morpheus in minutes… Ah, nice!

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