Irritated Inchies Diary, Tuesday 26th January 2021

The TFZer Trio – performing! Hahaha!

Tuesday 26th January 2021

Wales: Dydd Mawrth 26ain Ionawr 2021

Last night at kip downtime; I lasted a few minutes watching a programme and nodded off into sweet bliss. Unfortunately, I kept waking up so often I wondered what the heck was happening? Each time I shot awake, I pondered, and got back to sleep easily enough? Only for it happen again repeatedly. This went on for hours and hours… So aggravating!

04:10hrs: Another jumping awake, this time with a loathsome need for a wee-wee, so I dragged my body from the recliner, caught my balance, and had to nip rather smartly to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), getting there in a panic time-wise.

Oh, heckithump! I dropped the jammie-bottoms and tore off the PPs in haste, and felt the dried blood crack and flow along with the wee-weeing. It hurt as well! I hobbled hastily to the wet room, to tend to things and stop the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion.

No time to investigate the wound though, for I needed to utilise the Porcelain Throne. (Or at least I thought I did!) But everything was solid and not moving. I had a go at the crossword book, but it became apparent that the expected evacuation would not start. I rose from the Throne and got the lesion looked at. A bad do!

I reckon it must have been bleeding most of the time overnight. It was possibly the cause of me waking up so often, but I was so tired that I didn’t recognise the problem? I had to have a good clean-up and a hurtful medicationing session. (Sob!) The jammie bottoms were put ready for washing later, I put fresh PPs on, cleaned the floor and body, and in a bit of a daze now, I went to get the Health Checks done, and medications were taken.

The SYS had tumbled down to 158, DIA 77, Pulse at a steady 89.

The ever-reliable Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was again in the green, at 36.8°c. I forgot to take the tablets and went to get the kettle on. Salted the potatoes, sliced some mushrooms, and got them on low in the crock-pot.

I took this terrible photo from the kitchenette window as the kettle boiled, then I made a super-strong mug of Glengettie tea. And with using the newly bought Cravendale full milk, it tasted superb! Even when I put a little too much in the mug, it still tasted fine. The morning tablets were at last imbibed. I noticed that the outside temperature was -4°c!

I got on the computer, and I made a start on updating the Monday diary. But not for long.

The need for the porcelain Throne arose, and I revisited the wet room. Fingers crossed, I settled on the seat for the session to start… but no! I availed myself of the crossword book, and waited, not wanting to force the action, for it to begin.

Five minutes or so later, the motion was still stubbornly sticking with three clues having been solved. Another bash at the crosswording, then I bravely exerted as much pressure as I dare, and things moved, but in slow-motion. I distinctly remember giving out a few muffled ‘Aerarghhhs!’ as the action started, it continued even more slowly, but without any input from me, so that saved me a bit of uncomfortableness, at least. The pain relief as a dollop of mini-meat balls filled the bowl, plop-plopping, was very welcome!

A few seconds to recover my equipollence, and I investigated the evacuated product. Obviously, this PTDDSB (Porcelain Throne-Daily-Domination-Stakes-Battle) was an easy victory for Constipation Konrad. (Trotsky Terence was well beaten) Not messy at all, and bafflingly, Harolds Haemorrhoids were not hurting or bleeding. I was not complaining about that – for the fungal lesion was doing enough haemorrhaging to be going on with! I cleaned things up, and medicationing was carried out. The pain could not be described as agony, to be fair, perhaps purgatory will do. Argh!

A very tender Inchcock, literally this time, washed and got back to the computer. Things were more intolerable, by the fact that the flipping PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) kept me worrying that it may be the lesion bleeding? I went to put a pad on, inside the PPs. Messy, but safer and far less messy if things do kick-off again. When I got back and sat down, SSS (Shuddering Shoulder-Shirley) started off at me. Just when I began typing! Worra life, innit?

The wee-weeing was testing my nerves each time, they were all followed with the PMAD, and there were tiny specs, signs of escaping blood on the pad as well. I didn’t feel very confident about this.

I struggled through and got the updating done on Monday’s IT. Posted the blog off. Emailed the links, Pinterested some photos, and then went on the Facebooking.

I put the kettle on and had a look at the day’s weather forecast locally.

At least it looks like it’ll get a little warmer later on.

By gum and golly! I just knocked the pencil off of the computer desk… and caught it with the only hand available, my disabled right one! Fantastic! How I did it, I’ve no idea!

Well, its hours later than usual, four at least, but I’m going to get the ablutions done. Back in a while. I got sidetracked on my plans again, and I got the trousers and shirt washed that had been bloodied, and wee’d on my earlier Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas. (Hehe!)

I got them done, wrung and hung above the sink. To drip dry.

Off to the wet room Well, I’ve been doing exceptionally well in ablution duties for days now, so, I can’t complain. Here is the run-down of how it went:

👍 The teeth cleaning was done carefully, not bad at all.

👍👎 The shaving, thanks mainly to SSS, was a bloody affair. But it could have been worse, six cuts, yes, but none serious! They all stopped on their own!

👍 The showering, well, as I pulled the curtain back, a hook dropped off of the rail. A simple job, you’d think? Not in my condition Hehehe! I tried to get it back on with the shirt picker-upperer, but it was impossible.

👎 So, I fetched the step ladders and mounted as high as I dare, and I faffled about for ages, but I was pretty chuffed when it eventually went in the ring. Hurrah!

👎 Getting down from the steps… it had to happen… I lost my balance and ended up with a scraped ankle on the aluminium tread on the ladder on my way to the floor. Hey-ho!

👍 👎 The showering went fine, although I did give the shoulder a bang on the grab rail when retrieving the dropped shower gel bottle. But it didn’t matter, because SSS was already shaking me about, which did not make her any worse than she was!

👎After spraying and medicating, that went better than I thought it would, I turned to get the trews on, and I knocked the crossword book off of the floor cabinet. The book struck at the top, but the pen went down the back onto the floor. Thank heavens for Jenny’s short picker-upperer, it did the job alright.

👍 I was cautious in leaving the wet room, and I ensured no colliding with any hard surfaces with any body parts. Like the door frame!

I went to check on the hanging hand washing, and I noticed that the humidity had gone down again. I think Tim Price was right about it going up the other day due to my leaving the hot water tap running.

Then I went to check out the mushrooms and potatoes in the crockpot…

Only to find that I had not turned the electricity on to it!

I’m beginning to worry about myself! Hehe! I moved them into a normal saucepan and let it come to the boil, making sure I turned it down onto a low heat, to simmer, hopefully in time for the meal. Tsk!

Finally, I got back to the computer to do some updating on this blog.

After an hour or so, the weariness was beginning to dawn again, so I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and planned what to have for today’s nosh. I checked the mushrooms and potatoes and turned them up a tad to hasten them in cooking.

The meal consisted of; milk-roll bread beef sarnies: fried crispy onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, terribly weak, expensive cheese portions, and potatoes.

Taste Rating:7/10.

Sleep was reluctant, Thought storms plagued me up.

Inchcocks, (Long, sorry about that) Diary, for Monday 25th January 2021

♥ New Member Henny – You’re so Welcome! ♥

The Whitechapel Whelk Editor

Monday 25th January 2021

Irish: Dé Luain 25 Eanáir 2021

01:30hrs: The flipping ‘Hum’ was giving it some when I stirred back into imitation life. I’d managed about three hours, so it could have been worse – I stayed up late (for me) to watch a football match on the telly. I wasn’t stood on the TV, you understand! Hahaha!

I dismounted from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a  UTD (Unwilling-Trickling-Dribbling) variety wee-wee, that the same as yesterdays first effort, had a lot of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) I had to wait for ages to finish. The main event, and the after-dribble together, would probably not have filled two eggcups! Taking a wee-wee, without wonderous expectations and puzzling results, are the norm now. Normal bodily functions are quondam. One visit this happens, the next it’s a painful torrent then, a trickling marathon... talk about variety!

I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boots Sphygmomanometer. That is manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. SYS and dia are a bit high again, Tsk!

The made-in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another in the green reading, of 36.5°c.

Then as I put the kettle on, I espied the moon was out, high in the sky.

I did my best to get a decent photo of it. But had little success at it. I tried taking it in various limited mode available on the little Canon camera, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters stopped me every time!

I hung out of the light & view-blocking, thick-framed kitchen window, and took several blind shots because if I’d leant out any further to see what I was photographing, I might have ended up out on the Chestnut Walk myself. Hehehe! I wasn’t too displeased with the second picture.

I took the medications, and I got the computer going to update yesterday’s blog. Apart from some Nicodemus failures making things difficult typing wise, the other ailments were all so good!

Posted it off, went on the WordPress Reader section, comments and Pinterested a few shots. Then went on Facebooking, unsure if anyone was getting the posts or not.

As I readied myself to sort the Calendars, must, don’t want, have-to and belated checks, I noticed how well the bruise near the knuckle was healing. A couple of new scratches had appeared on the wrist and back of the hand? Nowt even approaching serious, though.

The Google Calendar was working again, why it stopped beats me. A busy week ahead already.

I got sidetracked and went on the BBC Sports site to see all of the football results. I had a funny thought, as I read about this result on the right. Manager of Genoa to news reporter: “An easy win, it was Genoa bother at all!” I’m losing it again.

Off to get the Ablutions done early, with the Iceland and Amazon-Morrison being due to arrive first thing.

Oh, and the Snyder’s Ham Mustard and Onion broken Pretzel pieces. At least I think they are pretzels? Huh! I’ve just seen Pretzel Pieces on this photo. Quick, I am not – Keen, not a lot, – Saccades is the blot – I think my brain is shot!

As I got inside the wet room, and it couldn’t have been better timed, even if unplanned, there I was less than two feet away from the Porcelain Throne… when the evacuation began of its own accord! I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and PPs, and plonked my overly-stomached body down on the seat without a second to spare! Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price with pain! Then, I wondered if the torpedo would ever end… ‘Blimus I thought’, this whale will block up the whole system!

To my utter amazement, there was only the tiniest bit of bleeding, no mess, and the dumped dollop disappeared from view with one flush! I’m using up all my good luck for the day, I think! Possible the week!

I got the teeth done, again without any undue pain from the molars!

The shaving resulted in only two tiny-little hardly-worth mentioning nicks!

The medicationalisationing, even Cartilage Cathy and Harolds Haemorrhoids were nowhere near as painful as they usually would be!

The drying and freshening up went fine!

I think I must have unknowingly adopted a self-satisfied Smug-Mode because…

As I swanked out of the room to get dressed, I had my worst ever collision with the door frame! I nearly knocked myself backwards! But I stayed on my feet.

I think that Doctor Flewitt could be spot on when he suggested that DCE Developmental Coordination Disorder, or dyspraxia, could be affecting me. Course since then, the Peripheral Neuropathy and Stroke have not helped any, I can’t blame the Diabetes as well. Hehe! (Can I?)

Anyroad-up; by the time,e I regained my balance and finished swearing and spitting, BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and Reflux Roger were both going full-tilt at the Inchcock pain-offering department.

The bottom lip protruded and wriggled a smidge. Well, it’s always worse when something like this happens after a run of good luck, as the ablutions going so well!

I got the blue Made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket on, to fend off the cold, and did the handwashing of the made in China, Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck Acrylic Sweater. I got it done rung and hung!

The moon was tormenting me to try again to get a decent photographicalisation of it. I had three or four tries, but BPB had been joined by SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley in assaulting me on and off, more on than off! Another fine mess of things made, this was the best one I could manage. Sorry about that!

Back to the computer and started, well I opened it, this blog, and the Intercom burst forth and flashed.

It was the Iceland man who cometh (Hehe!) with six bags of nosh for me. He gently threw them down into the hallway for me.

He seemed in a rush, but I insisted on his having a can of Vodka mixer as a thank you. Bade him good luck and to take care in the snow and ice, off he popped.

I heaved the bags into the kitchen, and as I was doing so, I got a message on mobile. I investigated it, and in doing so get another message come in. The first one from Iceland informed me of just two items unavailable on this order. Only two? That was an improvement, thanks, Iceland.

The second was from either Morrisons or Amazon, ah! Amazon indicating the tracker code or address, or whatever you call it.

I got the things stored away, and came across a packet of what should have been fresh Chilli Chicken breast slices, but was Tikka Chicken Breast slices.

Possibly (or more likely) an error on my behalf, I expect. But the packet was frozen solid? Had only three days Eat-before date on the front.

Can I safely eat it when it’s been defrosted? All the writing on the packet indicated it was a fresh (Not Frozen) product? Anyone know, please tell me, thanks.

I got the mushrooms in the slow-cooker with some leeks, potatoes. Added some sea-salt and vegetable Oxo cubes, on a low setting. As I was putting them in, I wasn’t really concentrating, I do a lot that, not concentrating lately, and realised that the ‘fresh’ button mushrooms were also frozen! What’s going on?

Time for a rest, at last, made a brew of Glengettie.

The morning hue was blue, and with the snow covering photographing it I just had to do.

I went out into the balcony to try and get some better shots to view.

The windows would not open at all, they were frozen through! So, back to the kitchenette to see what I could view.

Opened the icicled frosty window, and knocked down yesterdays hand-washing, hanging from the broken, no longer working curtain rails. Picking them up, just annoyed BPB and CC Cathy’s Cartilage.

The sky had now got a tinge of pink on the horizon, compared to ten minutes ago. Beautiful! So worthy of photographing. Glad I did, it didn’t last for long.

I gathered the waste bins in the box on top of the trolley-guide, then collected the glass and jars for recycling. And pondered over what to do if Morrisons do have the loaves of bread and cobs that I have ordered? There was not enough room in the freezer to put them into it? After musing over this predicament for a while, I decided to get rid of some foods from the freezer, as the bread is important (If they arrive) of course.

I rang Caretaker Robert to see if he had a freezer on sight, he said no. Told me to ring Deana, she has one and might have room to take the food. So, I did! They can take some, but she was uncertain if the load I was freeing might be too much. If so, they can be given away to someone in the flats to make use of. She said she would come and collect them later.

I got back on updating this post at long last, but did none of it, as the Amazon shopper sent a message telling me he would be here in minutes! I got myself into a bit of a flap now! Would the driver know where I was? If I went down to take the rubbish to the bins, would I miss the driver’s arrival? I risked getting down to meet him straight away.

Down in the lift ASAP, and met Robert again. The foyer is still being worked in, and of course no heating. I took the bottles out to the glass bin. And the ice nearly had me over, the walking stick was a hindrance in the snow and ice more than an aid.

The shopper man arrived when I was going back inside (Great timing!)

Up we went to the flat, and the chap popped the bags inside the door for me, then need proof of my age. A bit humorous at my age, being asked if I was eighteen, I was 58 years ago! Hehehe! 

I took the things through to the kitchen, and I found all the loaves of bread etc. had been delivered! I now needed to make room in the freezer properly. I decided to take the waste bags to the chute, then I loaded the two big carriers onto the box, and decided to take it to Winwood court.

I didn’t take the camera with me, I so wish I had, though. I got out, and into the snow and ice, the trolley got stuck, the trolley and box toppled over as I tried to get it back on course… A reet mess I was in! I

I was rescued by Dean! Humph! I did feel a fool! She took the carriers and walked me back to the flats. Not happy at my trying to walk out in this weather! ♥ Oh, dearie me!

I got back indoors, and I made sure the bread all fitted properly in the freezer. Just! Despite the cock-ups and wrong decisions that I’d made, I now felt calmer and more at ease with things. Having some bread in helped! I plan to make some ham sarnies later, best butter, tomatoes the mushroom and potatoes with them, and a dessert of my choice, I now have a choice of four, different ones in stock. Smug-Mode-Adopted!

Oh, I forgot, Jane rang while I was sorting the freezer out, but she gave up[ trying to get my attention. I thought I’d ring her back, so I did! We had a great natter and chinwag, Pete was doing well. Things were getting brighter… she mentioned something, that reminded me, I had to ring the Doctors about the possibility of a subcutaneous Coronavirus injection. Rudely I said I’d email them now, while it was fresh in my lapsidasicle mind. She understood what I was saying, bless her.

I made up an email, which took me a long time to get how I wanted it to sound. I was moderately happy with it, and I sent it off.

The weariness began to fall on me now. I will have to wait until the Amazon delivered Pretzels arrive before getting anything to eat, else I may fall asleep while waiting. Best laid plans, eh?

My mind is vagarious, to say the least, but an iota of contentment is lingering in there somewhere.

I must stay awake. He says with a smile.

The Amazon ETA for the Pretzels is getting later & later. This is not doing my temper, faith, prospects of staying awake, or suicidal tendencies any good at all! The Amazon tracker, the lorry, hasn’t moved fro over two hours? Still, with the weather, it can’t be helped!

I had a look at the local YourArea Emagazine. Coronavirus figures are not good, but better than of late, fingers crossed in hopes.

The Amazon lorry is close now! Five drops away, the Amazon tracker now says. Belated hope for nosh and sleep yet. Hehehe!

I went down to the front door as the Amazon tracker turned to a local road view and saw the van was outside the flats! On the way out of the door to go down, the chap arrived with the box of Pretzel pieces. I slipped him a can of Vodka and lemonade by way of thanking him, and he shot off, with my masked voice thanking him again.

I opened the box and took a packet out, and put them in a plastic lidded pot, ready to try out after eating. They were apparently a right mix of bit, from dust to some chunks from different products that had broken off during the cooking process, I resisted nibbling any yet.

I opened a 2-litre bottle of spring water, had a good guzzle, and added some orange cordial to the bottle, just a drop, and tool it into the main junk/computer room, for my nocturnal guzzling.

I got the nosh served up, snd it turned out a cracking decent one. A good mix, fancy cheese blocks, Gorgeous pork and mushroom pate, potatoes, mushrooms (not so good), chicken Tikka, mini caramelised onion pork pies, tomatoes (Morrocan, pretty tasteless), some thin-sliced Milk Roll buttered bread, and a lemon dessert, the pot of Pretzels on the ottoman. The mushrooms and tomatoes let it down, but still a taste rating of 7/10.

It was now five hours beyond my usual head-down time. I got the pots washed, and settled to watch a documentary about, erm… what was it? Not that it matters much. Ah, it was Nightmare Kitchens!

I started nibbling the Snyders of Hanover honey mustard & onion pretzel pieces – delicious! In fact, Grrreat!

I lasted a few minutes watching the programme and nodded of in sweet bliss. Unfortunately, I kept making up so often I wondered what the heck was happening? Each time I shot awake, I pondered, and got back to sleep easily enough? Only for it happen again repeatedly. So aggravating!

Innavigable Inchcocks Diary, Sunday 24th January 2021

♫ Heaven, I’m in heaven…♫

‘In the event of more none-events, eventually, something must evolve!

Sunday 24th January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Sul 24ain Ionawr 2021

00:15hrs: I woke to the smell of burnt food yesterday when the pastie exploded in the oven! Tsk!

As I was fumbling my way out of the second-hand, c1968, recliner, the noise from the damned ‘Hum’ began to get on my wick already! When up and caught my balance, the almost regulatory visit to the bucket was needed. It turned out to be another unwilling, reluctant wee-wee, but gallons of PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) to cope with. Hey-Ho!

I took the medications (Last nights that I’d forgotten), made a mug of Glengettie, and I remembered the Sainsbury order was due today, twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs. My EQ gave me a laugh! No words, hints or indications. Hmm!

Then got on with the updating of yesterdays diary. It took me over four hours! Due to the ailments, I found it hard to keep on kilter, concentrate and many errors, and much time pondering why I cannot remember things. This was not good, it felt a smidge like my brain was full and needed a good defragging.

Still, I got there in the end, and I posted the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the link, Pinterested a couple of photos. Visited the WordPress Reader section, and then on with Facebooking. It appears I have been banned for 30 days. Something I posted did not meet their terms and conditions. Well, it had to happen!

I had a good read of the WP comments and answered them all, well, both. Josie’s meal to do later, not sure I’ll be up to it, but I anticipate feeling better later on.

I had a stand-up bath of sorts. All went well. Toothache Thomas was kind to me. Only one little nick shaving, no more than six dropsies, no Balance-Loss-Leslie or Dizzy Dennis. BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) were the only ailments really active. Even Harold’s Haemorrhoids were calmish.

As I was filling the sink ready to get the handwashing sorted out, I think I must have had a visit from the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghost, succubuses, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? And they were arriving up the sink waste-pipe! No idea what caused the cloudiness and plug jumping out?

I cleared the blockage with Free-It liquid and got the clothes in the sink to soak.

Got the Health Checks done. Pleased again with the temperature, it was in the green. Then got the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. It might be sneaking back up, but still. It’s been low for a few days now.

I had a bit of job with the handwashing. Turkish made Socks, Korean jammie-bottoms and the manufactured in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket. I think I spent longer cleaning up[ the spilt water than dong the handwashing! Still, all is done, wrung and hung up drying now.

Back to the computer, and fond an email come from Jenny. She said she had the small crock-pot and would swap it for my too big a one. She also has a kettle I can have. Bless her!

An email came in from Sainsbury’s, no bread being delivered, no substitutes as I opted for not having any. I suppose with it being a Sunday, and so early in the day, I can accept this without moaning. Grumph! Last time when they substituted for my breast, the sent pikelets?!?  Then they sent the wrong size PPs! So, I stopped the substitutes. You, (Well, me), can’t win, can yer? That doesn’t make sense?

So, now I have no bread at all! Not allowed out to go to the shops! So I went on Amazon to see if I was allowed a Morrison delivered by Amazon order again yet. Luckily I was, and I got an order in for tomorrow! Of course, if there is any bread on it is the question. The choice is limited on these Amazon food deliveries, but by gum they are quick! With a hopper collecting and delivering, he might pick betterer substitutes? Or not!

I cleared the rubbish bags out of the box on the walker, to use it for the food coming without carrier bags from Sainsbury’s. (Without any bread too!)

I left them in the hallway corner because it’s far too early to take them yet, to the waste chute.

Off to make a brew, Co-op 99 this time. Not as good as Glengettie, but then again, no other tea I’ve ever tasted is as tasty as the Welsh brew.Took this shot of the morning’s view from the kitchen.

The Sainsbury bloke came at 07:20hrs. He put the things in a box and a carrier for me, nice of him. At least there was no bread to get crushed, although he did manage to squash the cream cake, and break some pretzels for me. I’ve ordered some more from Morrisons for tomorrow – and of course, I’m praying that the bread will come. I’m getting withdrawal symptoms here! Hahaha!

I got the none foods sorted out. Not a lot of them this time!

Just look at the state of this tine of Chilli-Con-Carne they delivered! Swine! Crapheads! Scumballs! Animals! Gits!...

Sorry, I nearly got carried away there! I can’t see any reason for me being sarcastic… Oh, yes, I can!

Sourdough Bread subbed my pikelets? A 90p tin of Chilli subbed with a £2.29 tin!  Leaking bottles delivered, and now a crushed health hazard can! Not to mention an order being three hours late, my phoning them and get a recorded message, part-of which said; ‘You can rest assured that it the delivery is delayed for any reason, we will contact you to inform you!’ Eventually, nearly five hours late the order arrived – the van had broken down – but rest assured as I assuredly did, no one contacted me! Still, it can’t be helped! Huh!

I got the waste bags back in and on the trolley-guide.

Do you see those odd-looking things on the left of the top picture? In case you’ve forgotten what they are: They are jackets and coats… You remember, we used to put them on in winter when we went out, before Coronavirus and the lockdown! Hehehe! I think they could do with some moth-balls and freshener on them, it’s that long since I’ve actually worn any! Grumph!

I got the trolley-guide and bags to the waste-Chute room. I was wobbling a bit en route and back to the flat.

Both ankles were hurting, the toes stinging and, for some unknown reason, I was feeling a bit giddy without any cause for feeling a bit giddy! Haha! I’m pleased, nae, proud to report a total lack of injuries, whoopsiedangleplops or Accifauxpas on this little expedition to the rubbish chute. Smug-Mode-Engaged! I think it was because yesterdays head-clouting us still fresh in my mind – there’s not much else in there today!

As if to prove my point about being all confused today, when I got back to the flat, Jenny had been up and left the kettle and crock-pot outside my door for me. I investigated, but I found the slow-cooker was even bigger than the one I was already getting rid of for being too large for me. I rang Jenny to explain. I thanked her, saying I  would return it in a while.

I gathered the crock-pot and added some treats in another bag, and got myself a little lost again as to what I was doing. I can’t multitask nowadays since the stroke. I popped the things down and left them outside Jenny’s door. Came back up to the apartment and got the kettle on.

I made a start prepping the cheesy potatoes feast for Josie. Added some leaks as chives, butter and sea salt with the masses of red Leicester cheese.

I noticed that the carrier with the bar of Frank’s favourite chocolate, and some other bits inside it, meant for Nora and Jenny, was still there on the server tray? What had I done now! I could not find the kettle Jenny had left me. Had I took it back to Jen’s? Had I put it down the waste chute? Oh, dearie me! I popped down with the treats bag, and I returned all confused with myself. I rang Jenny again, but am not sure what we agreed on or said.

To help clear my head, I opened the window to take some photos of the snow.

By gum, it was cold out there!

The light snow was being blown about, and of course, lots came in as the wind changed! (I’m such a lucky so-and-so!)

I had to clean the floor afterwards. Which did not please BPB at all.

Time to get Josie’s meal served up. Some Baby Belles, a can of Pimms, two well in date pots of dessert added to the tray. I tried a spoon or two of the cheesy spuds and even impressed myself, they tasted very morish. Of to Josies, dead on time, as usual, she was going out to the bin.

She just seems to forget every Sunday. Hehehe! Bless Here!

Still, she seemed happy enough with the meal.

I had an extended period on this blog.

Weariness-William arrived. The brain was getting a little muddled, but that is par for the daily routine nowadays.

Got the nosh started; Chillie Con Carne, added leeks, red peppers and garden peas.

Doing an Iceland order, I rang Jenny about the Iceland brand minced beef she said was tasty and not fatty. On the site were five different ones, she soon had me sorted on which one to get. With them being on offer, 4 for £10, she agreed to share them, they are coming on Wednesday.

The snow started flaking again as I prepped the meal. The local lads were out with their sledges, folks walking their dogs in this view I took, took me back reminiscing. Was it really all those years ago when it was me out there, totally unbothered by the weather or health problems?

I found the lost yesterday, bread thins – I’d put them in the medical draw! Aha! I thought, bread to have with the Chillie, Hurrah! I opened the half-pack and found I might have been wrong about the Thins being the ones lost yesterday, after all. They had a ‘Use-By’ date of December the something. So, no bread for the Chillie, then. Humph!

I served up the nosh! One of my best, and tastiest CCC’s ever! I’d added some potatoes with having no bread. It was a smidge too hot pepper-wise, but I really did enjoy this one, a reet-treat! Flavour Rating given was 9/10!

Put the pots to soak in the sink bowl. I got the Heartbeat DVD on again, then as I put the TV on, I realised the BBC showed the Man Utd v Liverpool Cup match, so I watched that instead. Not a good choice; The wrong team won, it made me so late in getting to sleep and ruined my nocturnal rejuvenating rest! As for getting into the land of Nod, Huh!

The mind showed signs of ecdemomania, refusing to stop, rattling on worrying about things at random. Thus getting to sleep proved difficult, by the time I nodded off, it was almost my usual getting up time! Gragglespitgurgle! 

Recalcitrant Inchcock: Saturday 23rd January 2021 Diary

TFZer, at her holiday home

Saturday 23rd January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 23ain Ionawr 2021

23:50hrs: I woke to Thought Storms that must have been in a dream because they were very active straight away. Fears, concerns, anxious concerns that came and went for ages.

I needed a wee-wee shortly, and after getting IP from the recliner, catching my balance and getting to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), I found it nearly full! Still, there was no rush, things didn’t feel urgent. I took the bucket with me to the wet room, used the WC, for a WDWW (Weak-Dribbling-Wee-Wee) and cleaned and disinfected the bucket. While doing this, I thought I could smell burning, and remembered yesterdays incinerated Chilli-Con-Carne in the pan.

I’d left it soaking, and went to investigate to see if anything was salvageable. Amazingly, the last few bits of fodder came off quickly? And the saucepan was usable again! Made a brew, and took the morning medications.

Going to get the computer on to get the Templates started, and I returned to the wet room, to us the Porcelain Throne. Constipation Konrad was thrashed by Trotsky Terence in this mornings DESB (Daily-Evacuation-Stakes-Battle). What a messy affair! Much refilling of the tank, before the great-dollop of evacuated product, was cleared.

Back to the computer and the now gone cold mug of Glengettie, and made a start on finishing off yesterdays diary. It was hard work again, with interruptions from SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley). Got it done, posted off, and Pinterested a few photos.

I made up a template for today. Then went onto Facebooking catch-up. The WordPress Reader section next and emailed the link.

I then tried to get the advance Templates done. This was even more frustrating, cause Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept going off-line, and causing me to make many errors and mistakes, many not noticed at first, and I had to keep going back top check earlier work done. Confusing, innit? I persevered…

Sixteen-hours after getting up. I got the temp[lates finished! I’d cream-crackered now.

The scribbled notes and few photos I took will help me remember bits, in the morning… he says hopefully. It may be a little muddled, though!

I turned off the computer to allow it to cool down a smidge, I went to do the ablutions.

I can’t recall things much because when I got around to updating this, it was 22 hours later. I’ll do me bestest. The knees before and legs after the shower were photographed.

I made a brew of Glengettie and restarted the computer. It might have been a mistake turning it off, cause now the internet was slower than ever, and CorelDraw kept playing up and needed restarting frequently.

Mistakes were being made in the Template creations, and much time was lost going back after finding a mistake to correct it. I expect many cock-ups will still have been missed.

Hours later, I got increasingly frustrated with mu wrongdoings, cocking things up, and forgetting, rechecking… Not good! I went to make another brew and took these photographs of the snow shower. The wind was blowing the light snow in all directions, but the shots I took some through the window, a lot of snow came into the room! Haha!

The templating was returned to, and I persisted for several more hours until the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. Off I poddled

‘Never, in the field of human ablutionisationing have I had such a massive evacuation!’ Much bleeding.

I opened MS Word to find one I needed from my ‘Future Use’ dictionary, and the bloody layout had changed on its own again!

I lost an hour or more trying to get it back to how I wanted it. But had to make do, as it was beyond me this new layout.

It was a slow slog getting the templates all done. If it wasn’t MS Word, CorelDraw or the Internet being incredibly sluggish, there was problem delaying me all day! It wrangled me so much, Duodenal Donald kicked-off.

The snow fell again. A slight covering and the wind with it was more violent now.

I decided to make another brew and take some more photographs. But was not going to make the same mistake as in the earlier shoot – I took all of these pictures through the window.

I tried using the Nikon camera, but it was beyond salvation.

I’ve not had a good day, really.

Eventually, I got the templates done – I’m too tired to double-check them at the moment. No doubt whatsoever that many errors will be found when I do get around to checking them.

I got a pastie put in the oven warming, and the CCC and meatballs, with added sliced capsicum, in the saucepan, I was determined not to burn it this time.

I returned and turned off the computer. I was wrecked mentally. All the things that went wrong, the time lost, and I didn’t mention the wee-weeing, did I – it was repetitive!

  : I heard a thud, or loud, dull plop like sound, that had come from the kitchen area. Panic-Mode-Engaged, I hastened to have a look at what had happened. It had to be something severe or dangerous if I heard the noise without the hearing aids in?

A fresh burning smell welcomed me as I got in the kitchen.

Oh, dearie me! After a few seconds in Sherlock Holmesian Mode, I found that the beef pastie in the oven had exploded! The minced beef, onion, gravy and pastry was glued to the door and all over the stove! Crying was one option! On the bright side, the place smelt like the old roadside cafes used to! Hehehe! 

I scraped off as much of the gunk as I could. Then got the Cif oven cleaner spray, and did my best (failing miserably) to get the oven and door cleaned. I even remembered to keep stirring the Chillie-Con-Carne, as I tried to clean the oven, so the saucepan wouldn’t burn!

There was no repeated muttering, spitting out of the terrible parentage-questioning word. Bile growing in the stomach. Depression, or feeling sorry for myself, at all.

I got the other remaining pastie from the fridge then dropped it in the white plastic eating-bowl (dare not use the oven again). Then poured the pan full of CCC over it. Well, another surprise, no sooner had I buried the pie with the CCC, it expanded and came to the top of the mixture, and burst open?!?! My puzzlement knew no bounds!

Then, I went to get the half-packet of brown bread thins, from where I just knew I’d left it… But no, it wasn’t there! I was sure I’d saved it in the bread bin, thinking at the time, how well it had worked out, having some for this feast, and with Sainsbury’s order due in the morning? (Although, of course, they may not send any, or might send a can of Turpentine as one of their infamous substitutes). The search had to be curtailed before the meal got too cold.

Despite the horrible, frustrating, failure-ridden day it’s been, the meal went down a treat! Flavour rating, 8.2/10! I put the basin etc. in the bowl to soak overnight.

I grabbed the next in line ‘Heartbeat’ DVD from the box and got it playing.

I was happily viewing away, and a thought came to me. (ideas do that sometimes, not very often, mind) Did I drop the bread thins down between the chairs last night? Oh, course, I had to get my body manipulated in such a position that I could shine the wind-up torch down into the darkness to look for any signs of the bread… Why, now that I’d eaten the meal is a mystery?

BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) twinged, and has been painful ever since… of course, there was no bread down there!

♫ Fings, ain’t wot they used to be!♫

Incubi Inchcy – Friday 22nd Jan 2021, Diary

TFZers, Model & Photographer – Social-Distancing

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Friday 22nd January 2021

Welsh: Dydd Gwener 22ain Ionawr 2021

00:15hrs: I woke after a wonderful six-hour plus kip! ☑The headache from yesterdays clout on my head was much easier, although lingering a tad. I couldn’t even feel the lump, and it was not tender to touch. Amazing!

The customary wee-wee demand came along, and I carefully rose from the recliner, caught my balance, and passed a weak, but painful wee-wee in the overnight plastic bucket.

I took the bucket to the wetroom for emptying, cleaning and disinfecting. Doing this, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. So, I did;  And to say that I didn’t have a meal last night, I just can’t understand how such an elephantine dollop of the evacuated product came from my innards! So great was the volume, I needed to hand-refill the tank a few times to get it to clear the system. However, it was not gooey or messy at all. ☑ I washed and off to the kitchenette.

The moon was out and seeable for the first time in ages, and I got the Canon (no other camera left now, the other two have given up the ghost, Sob!) to take photos of the aforementioned planet. Possibly my worst three photos ever!  As I took the first one, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off just as I was clicking! Tsk! Thus, I have an elongated moon shot, Hehehe!

It’s a shame about the Canon not taking evening, or any dark shots very well.

I made a brew of Glengettie and went to get the Health Checks done.

The BP machine showed another decent (for me) SYS reading of 159, DIA at 76, and Pulse as 81. Very similar to yesterday methinks, but of course, not sure. I’ve noticed that I’ve not sure about things nowadays, and am getting nervous about things that don’t or shouldn’t matter much?

The temperature reading was also a good one at 36.6°c.

To the computer and started to update yesterday’s blog. Which was soon done, in spite of SSS giving some stick. It is not a lot to add to it, just my clouting my head, then falling asleep for six hours. Hehehe!

All finished and posted off. Pinterested shots, then I emailed the link and went on the WordPress Reader section.

I got on CorelDraw, I desperately need some more graphics doing for templates. No one called, messaged, rang the door buzzers or phoned me. I spent five hours doing CorelDrawing, and I got some success. But now the weariness is falling. Tea and took the midday medications.

Had to go for another Porcelain Throne visit. I right bloody affair it was too. I’m not swearing, it was literally bloody. I lost my balance sitting down and plunked on something delicate, and the fungal lesion started bleeding. Another painful cleaning and medicationing to be done.

I went to check on the day and time of the Sainsbury order. And Google Calendar would not open! Huh, I thought I was doing well with the graphics! I search for help with what to do about the Calendar. Plenty of advice, but every one of them I looked at said something like Go to…. and select, make sure you are in ….. before going to options in bi… Do not… I just didn’t understand what they were talking about. So gave up.

Back on CorelDrawing, got a headache now again, damned computers!

Another few hours, and I had to stop, I was mentally all-in!

At least I’d got sp far with the graphics.

No templates were done yet, of course, but that will be my mission in the morning. First thing, I have no choice, I’m out of them now.

Turned off, and got some chilli and meatballs on the cook.

A there began, a / run of bad luck started.

I took longer than planned to save the work on the computer, and a smell drifted in the room… burning!

I’d left the pan of fodder on a high heat setting. Oh, dearie me! I salvaged the eatable stock and got it on the basin.

Got the crap from the bottom of the saucepan removed them as far as I could, strained it, and into plastic bags, and those into waste bags. Put the saucepan to soak in bleach and washing up liquid, in the washing up bowl, that can be tackled in the morning, or whenever, if, I wake up.

Then got the basin on a tray, served up. Despite my cock-up with the cooking, this little feast went down wonderfully well!

No bread of course, but some should be coming on Sunday, fingers crossed. A Taste-Rating of 8/10.

Took the pots to wash. And had a go at trying to loosen the gunge in the burnt saucepan… and burnt my left knuckle when I picked up the loan after running hot water on it. Fool! Still, it’s not serious, and will soon clear up methinks.

I settled into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety recliner, and got the Heartbeat DVD on to watch. Years ago, I can remember when I was alive, getting home in a rush, from Tesco on a Friday night, to see these Heartbeat episodes. That was just before the Bailiffs came and emptied the house of everything. Then the police arrived, looking for Mother, who done another runner. Ah, memories!

No commercials to fall asleep to on the DVD, and I watched all three episodes! Fair enough, there were a few little nod-offs, but I rewound to see what I’d missed.

I had to get free of the recliner for a few wee-wees. But eventually, I drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus and had an uninterrupted three hours kip.

Inculpable Inchcock, Thursday 21st January 2021, Diary

Some TFZers going for a McDonalds?

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Thursday 21st January 2021

Russian: Четверг, 21 января 2021 г

At the ungodly hour of 23:40hrs, as I stirred reluctantly back into consciousness, I heard a cacophony of noise. The howling wind, the noise of machinery from the rooftop, and over them both, the ‘Hum’! Which, unfathomably got on my wick a lot more than usual?

The need for a wee-wee quickly followed my awakening. After yesterday’s calamitous wee-weeing, I took no chances, and I began to haul my enormous, sebaceous, blubbery, lardaceous, clinically obese, wobbly-bellied body out of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Catching my balance was easy enough today, and took the few paces towards the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket).

I found the metal pencil sharpener en route, as I stood on it! Argh! But no time for pain cursing or wailing, the wee-wee took precedence. T’was of a PSS (Persistent, Short, Sharp) mode, with little if any, PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). A vast improvement compared to Wednesday’s wince-making wee-weeing! Much shorter, too.

I poddled through to the wet room to empty, clean, sanitise the bucket, wash my hands, disinfected the NWWB and returned the pale to near the computer, as I anticipate it may still be needed.

Took the morning medications, and got the Health checks done. Started with the BP, on the Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. The SYS was acceptable at 159. The DIA at 70, and the PULSE a reasonable 80, all looked fine, to me.

Moved onto the temperature taking, with the Chinese-made, by Shenzhen-Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer. 36.8°c again, okay!

I go the Wednesday post updated, in record time – then again, there was little to add, Hehe! I posted it off to WordPress, then Emailed the link and Pinterested a few photos. Had a wee-wee, and went on Facebook catching-up.

Had a wee-wee. Emailed the link, and read the YourArea Email Magazine. It looked like a sleety, wet, windy and cold couple of days coming up on the weather page. Shame! Not that it matters with me imprisoned in the flat of course. Tsk!

The latest Coronavavirus figures were easier to read this morning. The new cases had dropped by-19.4%. That was a little bit of encouragement.

The pictures to the right were on a page about the upcoming Storm Christoph. These were taken yesterday before the main storm arrives!

I sorted the WP comments, then went on the WP reader section.  I made a mug of Glengettie tea, and I pondered about getting some breakfast. And the stomach stabbings started again. I tried to pass water, but nothing was available?

Washed the hands, then as I turned to get the milk out of the fridge, I lost balance and went down on one knee! I knew immediately I was in trouble, the wet warm sensation in the PPs, told me that something was leaking in the lower regions. It was Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, I’d pulled or squashed something in my struggle to get back up[right! Globerations! Off to the wet-room. Heck of a job, I stopped the bleeding alright, but the pain of applying the Corticosteroid cream was pretty severe.

I got back and made the brew. On the way back to the main junk room and the computer, I spotted some paperwork had dropped on the floor under the flat-airer. I got the long picker-upperer and retrieved it from the floor.

It was the DVT, Warfarin INR, test result sheets. It arrived yesterday, but I forgot about it, well you would do if it had dropped out of sight. Hehe! Great INR this time. Next test on 1st February. I was a little concerned about the dosages they had given me, not that it is up to me. But they seemed a bit high, 2½s and 3s? And a while until the next test. I hope it doesn’t get too high. Still, what the ‘eck!

I decided to get some nosh of some sort. I found a beef pastie in the fridge, I think it’s alright, it smells good. That and some tomatoes, mayhaps a packet of Frazzles with them, yes, that sounds okay. So I made it up, the innards are still stinging, and I’ve no idea why? The guts calmed down after I’d eaten?

Got the brekkers eaten. I took this photo with the camera balanced on my bulbous but wobbly belly while eating it! The breakfast, not the camera! Haha!

I poddled off to get the Ablutions done, putting a long-sleeved shirt, jammie-bottoms, socks and a bobble-hat in the sink to soak for washing later.

The ablutionalisationing went a lot better than yesterday. There was no bother cleaning the teggies. The shaving offered up only two tiny cuts, despite the occasional attempt by SSS (Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley) to get me to cut my or an ear off! Hahaha!

The showering was fine, until I stepped out to fetch a new bottle of lemon gel, and gave myself a toe-stubbing. Of course, it didn’t bother me or end up with me swearing and cursing. Oh, no!

I had to go delicately with the medicationalising of Little Inchies Fungal Lesion, and Harold’s Haemmorhoids. (Still stung a bit!) The skin was a smidge paler than usual, but the pins and plates looked pretty good!

I got the handwashing washed rinsed, rung and hung. It cost me more time cleaning up where I’d spilt the soapy water all over. SSS had increased the severity of her attacks while I was doing the washing – then as I hung up the last item – she went all peaceful, and stopped bothering me now I was no longer an easy target… I’m losing it again here? Talking to the ailments! Well, I used some silent naughty words as well!

You just can’t find a decent cheap psychiatrist nowadays! Hehe!

The sun kept coming out and going in behind the clouds, I fetched the camera, but only got one shot of the prettiness of changing sunshine.

A glutton for punishment, I made up some waste bags, got them in the cardboard box on the walker, and got ready to go to the Waste-chute room.

A chap working in the lift lobby had to move his stuff out of the way, for me to get out into the main lobby.

Then another worker had to move his stuff at the far end so I could get into the waste room. I felt a right nuisance. But the lads were okay about it.

I got inside, and as I was depositing the small bags into the chute, I dropped one, I bent forward and down, using the trolley as support… and cracked my head on the iron chute cover on the way back up!

A series of stars and flashes, but I stayed up on my feet, okay. A slightly dizzier than usual Imchcock made his way back to the flat, disturbing the workers again.

Not feeling up to much now. I tried working on this blog, but I decided it best to get the PM tablets took or are that taken? With an extra painkiller, and sit quietly for a while with a mug of tea.

I put a Heartbeat DVD in and watched some of it. I’d hoped to have a little nod-off, then get back to CorelDrawing… But no!

I drifted off into slumber, and woke up SIX hours later! Headache, almost gone!

Incorruptible Inchie, Wednesday 20th January 2021, Diary

TFZers Thomas

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Wednesday 20th January 2021

Swahili: Jumao tarehe 20 Januari 2021

00:25hrs: I came back to semi-consiousness, the first thought was of the Iceland delivery that is due, and will they send any bread this time?

As I glanced at the notepad, I did my best to read what I had written down lat night. But it was a forlorn hope, although I do seem to recall having a cracking headache as I got my head down?

Then, as is a regular occurrence, the instant, urgent need for a wee-wee arrived. And the diurnally battle to get my flubber-blubber-bellied body out of the second-hand, c1968 recliner, up onto my feet. This morning it was a relatively easy task. But the pains from Harold’s Haemorrhoids were as bad as they have been for many months. Caught my balance easily enough, and I wobbled over to the overnight-wee-wee-bucket.

Another record broke here, I reckon. I passed more in this one visit than ever before! It took me so long, I thought I’d never stop! I was baffled at how so much liquid could have come from the stomach. (Then again, confusedness does come to me so easily) 

I went to get a bottle of the made-up spring-water and cordial, for there was a thirst-and-a-half on me this morning. I took this photo from the light & view-blocking window of the morning view. The wind was howling, yet I could still hear the ‘Hum’ as well? As I closed the window, the rain started to come down.

Heckithump! Back to the bucket for another wee-wee! Another marathon session. Not blasting, but I had no control over the flow, on and on it went again. Now, the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) needed emptying. A big bucket, it is too! I emptied and sanitised it, and washed the hands. I replaced it near the computer, cause it was obviously going to be needed again. Tsk!

I fetched the bottle and started the computer. I got the photos uploaded into CorelDraw, and titivated them top look a bit better than they did, which was not good.

Five minutes into doing this, and yet another incumbent wee-wee was needed. Not quite as long this one, but it started to hurt a bit towards the end, and for the first time, there was some PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)

By the time I’d got the photos done, and in the WordPress gallery, the two-litre bottle of spring water had all been drunk! I washed my hands and went to make up and refill the bottle. I also spotted that the airlessness thingy, supplied by Nottingham City Homes, showed a temperature and humidity as both being in the green, only just, but this was far better than yesterday.

I pressed on with the WordPressing and got the Tuesday diary updated. Nicodemus and SSS were both being so kind to me… But of all ailments, Colin Cramps was giving me bother in the left-hand fingers. Usually (and regularly) he does this at night after I settle done in the c1968 recliner. But now he was having a ball with me, Gawd blimey, he was! I got the Phorpain gel, I and had a good rubbing in session. Of course, it doesn’t help ease the pain, but the doctors say the rubbing in helps? I realised I had not taken the morning medications yet, so I did along with an extra Zapain that the mystery tenant angel gave me.

The Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer, gave a much better reading this time. SYS down to 156. DIA to 81, and the Pulse at 82.

This was a pleasant change for me.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was a little higher, at 37.3°c, but it was still with a been background colour, so it must be within range methinks.

Oh, dearie me! Back to the NWWB, and getting fed-up with it (Hehehe!), I had one more marathon session. This time, there was no PMD (Pre-Micturition-Dribbling) or PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling). Another long session. Washed the hands, and noted that Harold’s Haemorrhoids were getting even more painful, why? I suppose it’s because I’m doing such a lot of sitting down at the computer?

While I was up, I made some waste bags and got them into the box on the three-wheeler walker in the hallway.

As I got on with the updating, I also noticed that warm, wet sensation from the rear end! Damnations, the haemorrhoids were bleeding! Off to the wet room, and cleaned and medicated Harold’s area. Got new PPs on (this is costing me a fortune!) Washed up and returned to the computerisationing.

Despite Harold, Colin and stopping for wee-wees (three-times!), I got the blog finished. Posted it off, Pinterested pictures, and Emailed the link. Did some Facebooking, and realised that I had not had a wee-wee for an hour? Not complaining, mind!

Then went on the WP comments. Next, the WordPress Reader section.

Made a brew of 99 tea, the first cuppa today. Then made a start on this post, but Colin Cramps is still playing me up, so, things will take a long time to get done… if at all!

Off to get the ablutions done, all but a shower that is. With the Iceland delivery due to come so early. I’ll get the shower later on. The toothache was baddish. Not a single cut shaving. Soon done, and out to the computer, oh, after making a mug of Glengettie.

I didn’t get far, the call to the Porcelain Throne arrives, and with the Iceland delivery that could arrive at any time – bad timing! I rushed things along as best I could – and believe it or not, the evacuation apart from painful, with pushing thing, was almost perfect. Not smelly, or messy. And cleared in one flush!

Back on the computer, and the wee-wee demands reignited. Humph! And this one was a marathon again! Colin Cramps was getting even worse now, so I had a look to see if any Codeines were in the pods. What a mess they were in! The spill cover was loose, and all this week’s medications are mixed up, some pods with two tablets in, and others with nine!

It’s not been a good day up to now, has it? As I thought this, EQ indicated it was going to get worse – he’s never wrong! My spirits sank, and the bottom lip started to protrude. Hehehe!

I got dressed properly, I and made another tasty brew of Glengettie tea.

The intercom sounded and lit up, aha, the Iceland deliveryman arrived. I let him in, and got my facemask on and waited at the front door for him. He put the bags through the door for me, and off he trotted with a can of rum in thanks.

As I was taking the carriers through to the kitchen, it dawned on me that there were only three of them? I was sure I ordered more than that.

But of course, I could have made mistakes on the order. It has been known for me to (not much!) Hehe! I looked at the email with the list of products. Oh, dearie me! A little short of the essentials today! EQ was right again!

Next, I decided to get the showering done, before starting on the CorelDrawing graphics. Then realised I’d not got my Yakult on, I’d left it in the wet room. 

So, I trudged off to fetch it, as it was getting colder, or I was anyway. I foolishly thought that I’d coped wellish with today’s Whoopsiedangleplop, Hah!

Granglesknackersbuggerit!

I’d only left the hot water tap (faucet) running in the wetroom sink! The water was stone cold! And would not heat up until about 17:00hrs. So much for taking a shower, then!

Of course, this didn’t make me boiling mad at myself, start name-calling and insulting me, oh, no! self-hatred and loathing didn’t come into my mind at all. Depressed? Me? No!… This lying lark is not good! I was self-conscious about my repeated failures, memory blanks, inability to comprehend, and knowledge that things are not going to get better! I could have flooded the poor soul/s in the flat below! Just pure chance that the overflow coped with it, and although belatedly, I found out in time to avert a disaster. I got an acidy taste in the mouth, self-hatred, most likely.

I got some mushroom cooking in the crock-pot, added some Squid and malt vinegar, and sea salt. I was not concentrating as I did it, and dropped the salt pot. Somehow, it didn’t matter, at the moment.

I had a peep at the YourArea Emagazine, for updates to the Coronova locally and weather.

I forced myself to try CorelDrawing again, at least Colin Cramps was easing off at last, then remembered seeing an email from Jenny earlier, and opened it. I sent a reply. I hope they are doing alright down there in their flat. Jenny has Nora living with her while the lockdown is on, a wonderful gesture, the dear Doris appreciates it so much and deserves it.

Back to CorelDrawing at last. I got just one graphic done, sad innit?

The weariness fell as I got the nosh prepared. This meal was so easy to prepare, nowt hot, so no worries over the oven not working. It’s a shame that Iceland failed to deliver the other three packs of cooked meat and the bread, else I’d be able to make more easy meals, especially as I enjoyed this one so much. The taste-rating of 8/10 given.

Between eating, getting the pots washed and taking the evening medications, I needed three wee-wees! I prayed that they would not interrupt my sleep. Or even worse – any escapages would be suffered overnight! Please!

What a great, nights kip it turned out to be! ♥

I put a Die Hard, DVD,

I soon fell asleep and stayed wee-wee free!

I dreamed, but memories didn’t come back to me,

Had a straight five hours sleep, so you see,

I was just waking up, that spoilt my glee!

Mind you, then I needed another wee-wee!

Inconversant Inchie, Tuesday 19th January 2021, diary

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Tuesday 19th January 2021

Maori: Turei 19 o Hanuere 2021

00:30hrs: The demand for a wee-wee welcomed me as I woke up. I bravely forced my unfortunately ever-heavier stomached body from the comfort of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, rickety, uncomfortable, recliner. Up on to my feet. I caught my balance, visited the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket). I had an LPPP (Long-Powerful-Persistent-Peeing) session), followed by a period of CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling),  that surprisingly, lasting for minutes!

I made a brew and washed the pots from last night that I’d left to soak.

Took a photo of the morning view, not a good one, now the Nikon camera has conked-out, I have to use the Canon camera, which doesn’t take night shots well. And then started updating the Monday blog.

And got it completed in record time, I think. NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters) and SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley), were the only ailments that gave me any problems, they were both only intermittent, and I coped amazingly well. To start with, thus, my Smug-Mode was engaged for a while. I do hope they still behave when I have to take the shave!

The six wee-wees taken during the updating were of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style, and the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling), but only a few drops and much weaker than the first one.

All done, I posted off the diary. Sent the Email links. Pinterested a couple of snaps. And delved into Facebook updating…

This was when the Smug-Mode died. NN, SSS and even Neuropthy Pete gave me a sat-down right leg dance! With the c1962 cabinet where I was seated on the computer, which still has some heavy wooden doors. I involuntarily tested their sturditity with my shin, ankle and knee a few times. Which set of CCP (Cathy’s Cartilage Protella) hurting somewhat. That bit of good luck didn’t last long! But at least I got the updating done with relative ease, so, I’m not moaning… much, anyway! Hehehe!

After the Facebooking was done, I went on the WP comments, then over to the WordPress Reader section.

Each of the four wee-wees taken during the Facebooking updating was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style again, but the CMD (Cessational Micturition Dribbling) was far less.

Ah, the joys and mysteries of an ageing bladder! Hehe!

The morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I poddled to the wet-room. It was almost an exact repeat of yesterdays messy evacuation, but this time, with a decent amount of pain as the bale of straw looking torpedo gained its freedom. (It felt about the same size too!) Several manual refills of the tank were needed to clear the product, and some BPB (Back-Pain-Brenda) annoying bending to clean things up. After cleaning up the room and myself, I generously stayed a lot of air freshener in the wet room, before leaving. The silver-lining search: At least I didn’t walk into the door frame going in or out. No, Dizzy Dennis, Balance-Loss-Brian, or tumble visits. It could have a worse session!

I was now nothing like I was when I got up this morning! The ailments were gathering, giving me grief, and I decided to take an extra pain-killer, with the morning medications, and make a brew of Glengettie. Which, I did.

After taking the medications, I carried out the Health Checks. Starting with the BP on the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. The SYS had come down from 184 to 170, and the Pulse from Sundays high of 91, yesterdays 66, now 75.

The Amazon bought, (for a very reasonable cost of £29), Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer reading was of 36.9°c. It was up a smidge, but it is still in the green on the reading, so nae bother there to fret about at all.

I tried to get a graphic or two done on CorelDraw before it was time for the ablutioning to be done.

Ablutionalisationing Report:

As I went into the hallway en route to the wet-room, some idiot had left the mop and bucket in the hallway. Ahem! There followed a toe-stubbing right on the metal clasp of the wringer-outerer, at the bottom! It was a singularly painful one! Of course, I didn’t swear, or anything like that, or call myself ‘a stupid, thick ♫%£+ing idiot, either! Ahuh! I had a little talking to and admonishing myself, and swore to be more careful in future. Don’t know why I bothered really!

I got on with the shaving, pretty pleased with timing for once. ‘The Goon Show’ was about to start, on Radio Four-Extra, Grrreat!

As I was getting the shaving tackle off of the trolley, I… wait for it… stubbed my toe against the wheel! Silver-lining: it was a different toe, and not so keen as the first one! My language was all calm, not self-depreciative, I did not spit, and there was none-cursing. Ahem! I just plodded on.

The shaving had only a few dropsies, and just the one, I say, One, tiny nick. I did a decent job with the new Bic razors, too. , then I thought it best to abandon it, with things seeming to be on a run of bad luck.

Moved into the shower, after cleaning another of the multitude of black spots off of the floor. (I do a little patch each time I shower, Gawd I’m a good lad, I am at times!) I had a super-shower, a good scrub-up, used the brush and loofah! No banging into the grab bars, Dizzy Dennis’s, Loss of Balance Bernards!

The pins, hooves and tootsies looked in fine form. I dried off and got the medicationing done. Olive-oiled the ear holes. Next, I creamed the furuncle and carefully Germoloided Harold’s Haemorrhoids. They did sting bit! Then Phorpain gelled Arthur Itis’s and Cathy Cartilage’s knees. Put the eye drops in. Nasal hygiene sprayed the nostrils. Cleaned the spectacles, decoked the hearing aids and checked the batteries… It’s a job and a half every day! There is another dollop of advice for the whippersnappers. About what they might expect when they are growing old! Hahaha!

I got the PP’s on and exited the wet room. To go and get some clothes on. As I was struggling into the trouser, I realised I had not done my teeth cleaning!

I returned to the wet room, giving myself a third toe-stubbing on the mop bucket, that I had failed to move on the first stubbing! Somehow, this had a relaxing effect on me. The third stubbing of the day, surely that’ll be it, they say things happen in threes?

Got the teeth cleaned without too much bother. Then I got some waste bags made up and, and along with the masses of recycling bags and carton, I filled up the trolley and box.

This could be dodgy, I thought, getting the trolley to the chute and then down the lift to the caretakers’ bins, with any spillage, dropsies or other calamities!

I had a bit of bother getting the badly-balanced three-wheeler trolley out of the door into the lift’s lobby, and even more, bother getting it through into the lift lobby.

But being the confident, young, strong, capable stalwart that I am, I pressed on and got to the waste chute-room without the slightest bit of bother Ahem! Alright then, I got in trapped a finger in the iron chute lid, dropped three bags, clouted my head against the wall, when going down to pick one of the bags up. And coming back out, the left-hand knuckle got a bash against the door frame.

I got in a lift, and as I exited on the ground floor, the route to the main lobby door was blocked by signed and cones from the workmen who were doing the upgrading work. Nae bother for me, I used the fire exit out to the bin area. Robert, the caretaker, was not there, he can’t always be, he’s other jobs all over the flats. I dropped the box’s and bags where the bins usually are, but not today.

I hobbled along Chestnut Way in the drizzle, to the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinators) Interrogation and holding cell office.

As I got into the Winwood Court foyer, a sharp dizzy-spell nearly had me over! It left me a little confused and worried afterwards. It only lasted about 30 seconds, but I had to wait a while before moving on. What next! Took this snap of inside Winwood Court.

No lights were seen in the office, so I retreated, back out in the light drizzle, and made my way back towards Woodthorpe Court. I heard a voice, and I turned around, it was ILC, Desk Top Dancer, Warden Deana calling me from the Holding Cells window. I returned to the office. She asked if I knocked on the door, but I could not remember the dizzy coming on. We had a distanced natter, Deana, Warden and Ice-skating champion Warden Julie, and I.

I departed, and the drizzle had stopped as I limped along.

Welsh William passed on his way to the bus stop. Not seen him for about three months now, but I don’t go out on the bus nowadays, of course. Jealous? Me? Yes!

I got back inside the building via the caretaker fire door.

Not a soul in sight, I reckon the working lads must have been on their tea-break.

I got through the passage and into the lift lobby.

The way is still blocked off, no access to the front door. The chaps seem to be making some headway in the upgrading. No rush, we’ve had it for four years now, I think… definitely three. Finding a protected Pipistrelle bat, then the holidays, then the Coronavirus, it must have been a nightmare for Nottingham City Homes. Well, some of the residents ain’t too happy about it. But it can’t be helped. Hehe!

As I got up to the floor, I met Robert, the caretaker, with few words.

Got in the flat, I put the trolley away, and finished washing the Manufactured in Pakistan, long-sleeved shirt, all done, wrung and hung to dry.

I got the photos sorted and used then to update this blog. It dawned on me then, I haven’t had a wee-wee for over two hours? Confusing!

I was getting in a pickle with the food deliveries, and I made an order for next Monday from Iceland. 06:00 > 08:00hrs.

Then had a look at the latest Coronavirus figures I could find, for Nottingham. Which showed a slight bit of optimism at least, a drop in numbers I thought. Then I came across this report, about where I live in Sherwood. This was not good! Yet still, people go out every day on the buses.

I’d love to go out shopping, but it wouldn’t be fair to others.

I pressed on with the updating of this diary. It is hard work with Nicodemus and SSS, both giving me jerks and making me make so many errors repeatedly.

I made a brew… still no more wee-wees?

The rain had stopped all together now, but the view when I took these photographs, from the thick-framed, hard to get at to clean, light and view-blocking kitchen window, was looking decidedly somewhat threatening.

I was getting so tired now, and I thought about what to have for a nosh. Making my mind up can sometimes be an impossibility, so quisquous. I’ll check the use-by dates, then have the shortest, methinks.

The cooked smokey bacon had the shortest date on it. So I got a carton of chopped tomatoes, with some added basil oregano and sea salt. Warmed up the fruit and juice, and added the bacon. I think I may have put a little too much basil in, but I still enjoyed it—a flavour-rating of 7½/10. I had the last of the bread with it, but I hope some more will be delivered in the morning from Iceland.

I found some scribbled notes on the pad I was using to recall thing to put on here in the morning. But at this moment in writing, I’m blown if I can decipher it. Maybe, perchance a Doctor might read this, and can help me out? Hehehe!

I got the TV on and found a Sherlock Holmes episode showing. Ah, that’ll do me! I thought.

ZZZ!

Intrusional Inchie, Monday 18th January 2021, diary

♥♫ TFZers Night Out! ♫♥

Monday 18th January 2021

Croatian: Ponedjeljak, 18 Siječnja 2021

21:45hrs: I woke, wanting a wee-wee. But did not move. I lay there, my weazened brain immediately hyperactive, fighting with the thought-storm already in progress. Nonsensical, insignificant, it might have been, but topics serious and insignificant were fribbling away, to and fro, being ignored as the next one came forth.

Luckily for my sanity, the need for a wee-wee grew stronger, and the brain recaptured some control from the thought-storms and allowed me to tackle the task of tearing my Titanically sized stomached-body from the grasp of the c1968 recliner, and up onto my feet. Grabbed Metal Micky, and over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket)

Where I was almost taken aback by the viciousness of the evacuation. It blasted out, but soon died a death and the PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) was lengthy, the leaking continued for longer than ever before.

I got the kettle on, took the evening medications, made the tea, and got to the computer, started it going. Then, an internal explosion rumbled away, and before it had died down, I was making my way to the wet room!

A good job I did too! As I was seating my oversized body on the Porcelain Throne, the motion began, totally under the innards’ control. I did no urging or pushing. It wasn’t needed – until right at the end of the evacuation. The last dollop got stuck, talk about messy! I reckon I used about £2 worth of Andrex! Then the most valuable asset, time, was lost cleaning up again! Washed and sanitised things.

The Silver-Lining was that the cistern miraculously cleared the product in the bowl, with just one flush! Whoopee-Doo!

I got on the computer, and started WordPress, to get the updating of the Sunday diary updated. I was overjoyed to see that Grammarly was working again! I struggled with the concentration for some reason; however, the ailments were far less bother than usual, so typing was easier for me. A long job, but I eventually got it done and posted off to WordPress. Pinterested a photo or two, then emailed the link. Went on the WP reader, some great photography on there this morning.

As I was doing the Facebooking catch-up, I remembered that my favourite Vampire Nurse, Hristina, is coming this morning. To take the blood for the INA, DVT, Warfarin tests. That cheered me up a few degrees. I read and made the WP comments.

I got a bit of, well a fair bit of a shock when I took the Sphygmomanometer BP Health Checks! Not much!

The SYS had shot back up to 184 – DIA 76, and the alarming PULSE was down to 66! Blimus!

I took the rescued from the Pharmacists cock-up of not lids on the pill pots, and I had to guess which was which medications last night. Perhaps, guessing from these readings, I’d missed taking a beta-blocker, and took a Codeine or Furosemide, no that’s not right. I meant I may have taken two Beta-Blockers in mistake… Had I done this, then the Pulse would go down, wouldn’t it? I’m confused again!

At least the Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer came out alright, just a smidge lower than of late.

I had a look at the recorded results for the last week. The Sys is the highest it’s been for the week, and the Pulse is by far the lowest it has been? Then I sp[ottedthat yesterdays Pulse was a massive 91?

I’ll mention this to the nurse later, see what she thinks. Well, I am worried a bit now. Should I ring 111 and ask them what they think? Mmm?

Best if I get the ablutioning done early now, and at least if they do end me to hospital, I’ll be clean and dressed in readiness. ‘Good idea, Inchy’ – Huh, I’m talking to myself again! Hahaha!

I checked on Google, it said amongst many other confusing gumph; Generally, a resting heart rate of 60-80 beats per minute (BPM) is considered normal. Perhaps the 66 pulse is okay then? Don’t know what to do; still, I’ll get the ablutions done, I can try out the new razors, have a talk with myself, pass wind, and get all smelling nice! Even though it is too early to use the shower.

Put the Blue Made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket soak in the bowl to soak while I was doing the ablutions. Off to the wet room, then.

Ablution Report: Again, no cuts shaving at all! The legs and knees looked good again, despite Cartilage Cathy playing up something rotten. You can see she’s not happy by the swelling patella.

A slight Whoopsie medicating the rear end dropped the tube cap and clouted my shoulder on the corner of the floor cabinet retrieving it. SSS is not happy with me.

Got the shirt rinsed and hung up to dry on a coat hanger above the sink.

SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) shook a bit a few times. This made me spill a lot of water, and I had another lot of cleaning up to do. Luckily I had not dressed then, so avoided a bigger mess that needed sorting out.

Made up, and put some waste bags in the trolley carrier box, top, to take down later to the bins. I came across last nights dinner things on the tray, and I remembered falling asleep so easily last night, I took the things through to the kitchen and washed them.

It was heartwarming to see the cans of Chilli-Con-Carne and vegetables on the counter. A warm glow, knowing they should last me a while.

Then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. I hastened without delay, and once again, it was a good job I did! Once again, it was a super-messy evacuation, but I was not lucky with the cistern, that required a few jugs of water to refill the tank before things cleared. Tsk!

I took a photograph from the balcony, of the end car park on Chestnut Walk. I thought it looked eerie enough to be a worthwhile picture. Gawd, it was cold out there!

(Two photos today, for Ohio Billum, PPPFWP (Pulitzer Prize for Witty Poetry that Rhymes), and the RCMC (Red Car Monitoring Corporation) Head Honcho. Hehe!

I worked on this blog, and without much bother from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, either. Which was nice! Did a few hours work.

Made a cuppa, and ate some Pretzels. Returned to the computer, and another hour or so later, it was as if someone was putting lights on in the sky! The most amazing pinkish glow came over everywhere! I grabbed the camera and had a scoot between the two rooms nad windows to take these shots to capture it. It didn’t last for long, so I’m glad I caught it.

  I had a look at the Your-Area email magazine. They seem to be happy with the new Coronavirus figures? I can’t say I am.

08:00hrs: The Vampire Nurse shouldn’t be too long coming.

09:00hrs: The Vampire Nurse hasn’t come yet. I’ll try to do some graphics, then she’s bound to arrive.

Nurse Hristina arrived around 11:00hrs. She was all behind due to parking difficulties. She was kind enough to look at the Health Check record and said the low pulse was nothing to worry about. Unless it is lower next time I do it, then to call 111 for advice. That’s cleared the gloom, Bless Her! ♥  She took the blood and left on her rounds.

I gt back onto CorelDraw, but the weariness started already, my concentration was shot, and CCC began to give me regular shakes. Then Neuropathy Pete’s mini-leg dancing started. Shame, I really need to get some graphics done, too! I did try, but it was no good. I went into Sulk-Mode!

I got some stew in the pan, and a pastie in the fridge… no, I mean oven. I’ll get something to eat and see how I feel afterwards. (Which didn’t change, weary, tired and nervous of everything!)

Despite the nerves, all being on edge, and fighting the eyelids to keep them open, I made a decent job (tastewise), of the Chilli, even added a beef pastie to it, and all the dessert trimmings. A flavour-rating of 8/10, too!

I even got up and put the well-emptied bowl and things in the washing up bowl to soak with the saucepan.

I got down again in the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured, not-working, rickety, incommodious, grotty recliner, but sleep was not an option. I’d expected it come swiftly tonight, feeling so drained.

The CGTSMP (Can’t-Get-To-Sleep-Master-Ploy), was adopted, and I turned on the TV, when I saw that Law & Order was on, I chose that channel. The usual happened, I stayed awake for the first section, and when the commercial break started, I joined the realms of Sweet Morpheus.

But I kept waking up in a widden-dream, taradiddle filled, not the usual Thought Storms, they were wild, nonsensical and mocking in nature. During one of these episodes, I realised I had not taken the evening medications, so I did.

Infamous Inchie, Sunday 17th January 2021

♥ TFZer, Janet, Henry in the sink, me cleaning the windows, Haha! ♥

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Sunday 17th January 2021

Hawaiian: Lāpule 17 Lanuali 2021

 00:50hrs: I woke up, reinvigorated, stimulated and filliped, ready for anything Coronvirus, hobgoblins or apparitions could throw at me!

Well, not really! I needed the Porcelain Throne and a wee-wee, Cathy Cartilage was painfully for me, getting her own back for my falling on her twice last night as the right leg gave way. And, the Worldwide ‘Hum’ all around, and noise from machinery above were niggling at me. The problems with CorelDraw and the Computer milled about teasingly, goadingly, in my head! Doing me no good at all.

I extracted my overly-stomached body from the c1968 recliner, and carefully caught my balance while holding back the getting more urgent need for the Throne and Wee-wee. As speedily as I could to keep safe from toppling, falling, or losing balance, I walked the funny walk to the wet room, without any incidents. (Which was excellent!)

The evacuation flowed freely, but it was again a gooey, sticky affair. The passing was fine, only the cleaning up afterwards bothered me. This is getting ridiculous lately. I’m performing the task quickly and painlessly enough. Then having to spend twenty-times as long, in cleaning up and get the cistern to cope! Humph! Nobody warned me about the risks I’d face when taking evacuations in my dotage. Hehehe!

I washed and got straight on the computer to get the updating done. I knew it would be a long job, with last nights Prescriptions arriving late, and the computer problems earlier. I made a start with crossed fingers, (nor literally, I can’t cross them anyway nowadays, although Colin Cramps is very good at distorting them).

I pressed on for hours. As I was close to finishing, I thought ‘Hello, I’m doing well here, no grammar problems showing from Grammarly’ (My spell checker). Then saw that the Grammarly icon was not showing on the page? Shucks! More problems!

I could not work out what was wrong. So, I went on the Grammarly site to ask for help, but could not find any. So then I checked on Google for assistance. One bit of advice looked promising – until I went back on here and right clicked the ‘Inspect Elements’, then the screen filled with what to me was gibberish. Of course, it was all technical stuff, that left me in a misunderstanding pickle!

I closed down WordPress and restarted it – No good; still, no Grammarly working.

I turned everything off, closed down, and restarted the machine again. Aha, Grammarly is back!

But it wasn’t working correctly. The pop-up showed that issues needed attention, but nothing was highlighted on the page, and, as usually would happen, it would come up on the screen, and then the leaf-tick comes up, to say all is well. When I’ve corrected it. But not now. I’m getting more wee’d off all the time!

No choice left but to carry on and not get bothered by it (impossible of course).

I got the blog posted off and then sent the email link. Then Pinterested a snap or two. On Facebooking catch-up. Next, a call to the Porcelain Throne Mark-2 arrived. Just the same as the first visit, messy! Tsk!

I tended to the belated Health Checks.

The Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, showed that the SYS was creeping back up a smidge at 163. The DIA as well, to 86, and the Pulse was nice and calm at 81 recorded.

The Chinese made Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, was in the green again, at 36.8°c.

I got the made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark put in to soak, ready for handwashing later, and the I wobbled-off to get the ablutioning done. Got in the wet room, and had a paramnesia driven memory-moment, and just had to go back to check if I’d left the tap running in the kitchen sink (Tsk!), all was okay.

The knees looked a lot better this morning, and some colour had returned to the skin, not a lot, I think the lighting in the wet-room gave this impression.

An excellent session today: Total dropsies of about eight. The teeth hurt obviously. BPB was bothersome in the shower. No Shaking Shaun visits tumbles or bangs either! The medicationalisationing went well!

Dressed, and off to get my made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, that I bought nine-years ago from Primark, hand-washed, all done, rung and hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry.

As I turned around and down to but the washing liquid back in the under the cupboard, BPB Back-Pain-Brenda) gave me a twinge like never before, almost electric-shock-like! Not very nice that!

But no time to stew over it, as I grasped the draining board to help heave my horrifically over-bellied body back upright, along came SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) with the most inopportune timing. The cluttered with pots, pans, jars etc., draining tray, were dispatched to the floor!

The painful job of getting down and up to retrieve the contents started off RR (Reflux Roger), and RAI (Rheumatoid Arthur Itis), and I was in a picklement pain-wise! Which, was tempered by my taking a Zapain tablet. (Thanks again to the mystery donor, much appreciated) I was a smidge groggy for a while, but I soon began to feel betterer.

So much so, I slowly and carefully made up some waste bags and got them in the walker guide box. I got things ready near the door to take them to the rubbish-chute room, and another stupefaction moment, where I just have to double-check things. I felt something had been missed, not done, or left in a dangerous state?

I returned to the kitchen, but found things in a mess, yes. Still, nowt obviously of danger, nothing dangerous on the floor, all the retrieved stuff from the floor things seemed safe, no taps (faucets) left running… but I still had this nagging sensation that I’d not done something I was going to, or needed to? Grumph!

Off to the waste chute, not a soul about for me to pester and talk to. Hehehe! Got the things down the chute easily enough, RR, and RAI seemed to be easing off (The Zapains seem to be working quickly) but as I hobbled back to the flat CC (Cathy Cartilage) started giving me some bother. Yer can’t win ’em all!

Back to the flat, I put the trolley in the corner and got on the computer. Visited the WordPress Reader. Then had a look at the WP comments.

Then decided to look for some delivery slots available for next week. I got one at Sainsbury’s, for a week time, next Sunday, 06:30 > 07:00hrs. Made an order and got it confirmed, but I had to change my password? But would I last out until then for fodder?

After some thought, I made an Iceland order, got it in for Wednesday 20th, 06:00hrs > 08:30hrs. At least the bread, and milk should last out.

The fatigue came earlier and suddenly today. I had to stop. But I needed to get Josies’ nosh prepared, and decided to make my own at the same time, very early on. I delivered Josie’s dead on time again and then returned to get my own done and sorted. Got the pots washed before settling down. Gawed I was feeling drained, now.

The nosh was eaten slowly and enjoyed. Flavour-rating 6.5/10.

I couldn’t understand how my batteries were failing so early. I got up and took the tray and bits to the sink, returned and plonked down in the recliner, but the TV on, but saw none of it, until I woke up five hours later at 22:00hrs! Semi-refreshed…

What an odd day!