Believe it or not, Inchcock created this depiction of his Sock-Glide from memories of a nightmare, that the poor old fart suffered two nights ago. It’s so sad!
Inchcock Reveals His Current Fears!
Reading further may cause harm to your sanity!
Yes, he was young once… he still is, mentally!
Born, and got myself double-pneumonia,
Thrown in the canal, I nearly drowned in 1954,
I got rescued, only scared, wet and sore,
The medics said the boss is going to warn yer,
The Doctor said “You’ll never get brawnier”,
Next, I got shot, then the Duodenal Ulcer,
Top of the charts was ♫24hrs from Tulsa♫,
Then the hernia, and bladder cancer.
Had to have the ticker transplanted, years ago,
It doesn’t bother me now, though,
Then I went and got shot again,
I knew my bad luck had to end, but when?
I stopped working in the Security industry, then!
I came off my motor-bike in the fog,
Out of hospital, had some police dialogue,
They fined me £20, speeding, I was agog!
Got a job driving a delivery van,
And became quite a Casanovan,
Got made redundant three times, lucky man!
Retired, well it was enforced of course,
But I had little remorse,
Got a part-time job, selling pickles and sauce,
When I reached 70, we had a discourse,
Then the Peripheral Neuropathy was diagnosed,
Got the tablets mixed-up, and overdosed,
They said stay indoor, well, I wasn’t opposed!
Then along came the stroke, of the ischaemic type,
Saccades, as well, of dear, this medical hype,
But I wasn’t one to moan and gripe,
I recovered, but physically, I’m a load of tripe,
They discovered I had diabetes,
Life became full of abstrusities,
My ailments seem to grow complexities.
Next, I’m using a walking stick,
Unbalanced, falling-over, it made me sick,
No choices then, at home I have to stick,
I fell, and gave my neck a crick,
I’m no longer the witty, clever-dick,
But I somehow cope, and that was fantastic.
Then along came to visit us,
The Corona Virus,
Isolation, no going out walking or on a bus,
Every day new instructions, what a fuss,
But at least I got rid of furuncle’s puss!
Until disabilities meant I couldn’t bend down,
And the worst, that really gets me down…
It’s bad enough doing your own syringes,
Is the bloody Sock-Glide, frame,
I gave it a go, I was really game,
But it keeps taking lumps out of my fingers,
And I don’t like these whinges,
Using the Sock-Glide means many cringes,
It’s not just the pain – mentally you’ll find it unhinges!
This claptrap was ritrote, written by Inchcock, with dedication and stupidity in support of the Peterborough & District Failed Philharmonic Orchestra Players, collection fund for the Bankers & Investors Roadkill Hospice Advocacy Society.
03:40hrs: I woke with bits of a dream lingering, and wrote down some scribbled reminders to use here: In the dreaming, I was no longer the wiseacre, but a sage, a patriarchal doyenne, a lector: I was up high on a stage, with thousands of people around that wanted to ask me for advice, guidance… I arrive late; the trolley bus broke down… there were guards or bodyguards, each wearing Robin Hood outfits? All confusing, I then found I was in a chair, an electric execution chair, and people started to come in one at a time to ask a question: I got annoyed because all they wanted to know was how to make money, the lottery numbers, horse race and football match results, and winners, etc. and so on. That’s it I’m afraid, no idea if I was electrocuted or what?
As I put down the writing pad, the need for the Porcelain Throne usage arrived, and pretty urgent, it was, too! No hesitation, I was up and out of the c1968, second-hand, none-working recliner, got the stick, and hobbled limpingly to the wet room (Oh, the poor feet and toes!) in significant discomfort.
It was a quick but painful, messy, smelly, sticky evacuation. Cleaning up and medicationing after the event, took me ages and was not a comfortable experience. The tootsies were terribly-tender,
Stubbing my tender uncut toenails against the seat raisers metal legs, was not a good idea either. Argh! Gragglespitgurgle!
Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette. Did the Health Checks. The hemadynamometer indicated that the BP SYS was still going back up higher. Cragknackles! Took the medications, and then I made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjabi tea.
The sky looked beautiful again, the clouds seemed to be thickening.
The ‘Hum’ was about as loud as it’s ever been. Will mankind, the scientist, the governments ever find out what is causing this? I suppose not.
I managed to take a shot out of the unwanted, unliked, rain letting in, photographer and old people-hating designed new kitchen windows, of Chestnut Walk. Not many folks around yet.
Then on the computer and made a start on this blog, as far as here, then updated the Wednesday diary. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? I wasn’t, took me hours! Poor old thing. Haha!
Posted it off to WordPress, then I went on Facebooking.
Then, it was time for the ablutionalisationing to be done. So I did! Back in a bit, folks!
As I was going into the wet room, the Post-Micturition After-Dribble, leaked again, as a Pre-Dribble! Oh, dearie me! But this did not stop my embarrassment, no that’s not a strong enough word. Mortification is closer. Perhaps the one I want is ‘Shame’. The PPs proved their worth again! Luckily I was about to have a shave and shower.
The teeth cleaning upset Toothache Thomas, again, as expected. But I think it was a little less painful this morning.
The shaving went reasonably well, a few razor dropsies, and just the one nick of the flesh.
The showering had a few annoyances, I’m afraid. The showerhead had a life of its own, and this resulted in about five dropsies! How the heck it hasn’t been broken yet, is beyond me!
A couple of visits from Shaking Shaun, but nothing serious in the injury stakes, just one clouting of the head on the right-hand grab-bar as I bent down to retrieve it.
No toe stubbings!
One swing of the towel over my head to dry my back, and just about everything on the floor cabinet top was knocked off onto the floor.
The medicating went well. Little inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding, or even sore! The furuncles were not too bothersome. However, Harolds Haemorrhoids were smarting in the extreme!
I departed and got some clothes on, well, someone just might call on me. Haha!
I got my bath towel washed. Done, rung and hung of a coat hanger above the kitchenette sink to start drying, when it lost its wetness, I’ll move in onto the flat airer. It’ll likely be about September by then!
I put the kettle on and thought about having a few biscuits, or even a mini-apple pie, but as the belly wobbled, heaving the rest of the body with it when I turned towards the fridge, I decided against it. Guilt reared its ugly head! Hahaha!
I got the other white towel out, got it on the stand-up airer, warming ready to be used tonight.
As I turned to come back, I caught my right foot toes on a leg of the airer. My language uttered silently, thank heavens, was not very good, indeed, it was naughty! Tsk!
As I made a mug of Glengettie tea, the clouds seemed to be getting thicker, but no rain.
I did some updating on this blog, and then went on CorelDraw to try again to get some graphics done for the headers, I’m right out of them now.
Oh, heck, Dizzy Dennis has come at me full blast. Going hazy. I’ll have to stop and get settled down.
While I was sat quietly, the phone went and it was Brother in law Pete. I’d not sent him the link for the blog. I’m not sure what else we spoke about, but I reckon we had a laugh about something. I found some scribble on the pad when I got back up later. It must be when he’s going back in for the treatment. ‘Pete – Wednesday 10:15hrs’ I’ve written.
I got back down after the call, but could not get to sleep, which I wanted so badly. But things cleared, the fog in the brain faded, and I got some nosh sorted out.
Rice, mushrooms, tomatoes and chicken. I used the rice cooker for the first time for this meal. Turned out okay. Nothing special, but enough to make me feel a bit better in myself after I’d eaten it. Mind you, the pot didn’t half take some cleaning afterwards A flavour-rating of 7/10.
As I was washing the pots, Dizzy Dennis returned, but mercifully, only for a few scary minutes. I still decided to get back down and try to get some kip. But it was no good, I even put the TV on, that usually gets me off into slumber, but not tonight!
After an hour or so, I decided to get back up again, and on the blogging, WordPress Reading, comments etc, that I had not done yet. updating.
Oh, I’ll send the link off for Pete first!
I made a mug of Thompsons Punjabi tea. The evening medications were taken, better late than never!
Checked on the local Coronavirus latest. Then tried to get some graphics done on CorelDraw.
I did manage to do two more, but fatigue, tiredness and Nicodemus’s. neurotransmitters meant I had to get this finished and posted off, then get a drink and summat to eat, and hopefully, some Sweet Morpheusness!
I came back to life. (Well, that was a bonus to start with, Hehehe!) Felt weary, looked at the clock, which indicated to me that it was 00:25hrs. The cal to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and almost started on its own, a bit of urgent buttock-clenching, helped me get out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the wet room, barely in time.
I don’t want to lower the tone of this honest-open-true blog any further, but I just have to mention this: It was agony! It took a lot of effort and time. And the evacuated product looked just like three hand-grenades in shape. Amazingly there was no bleeding with it at all? The soreness soon eased off, as well. If it wasn’t so crude a subject to many, I could write a book about my Porcelain Throne visits variations. Haha! Better not though!
I was soon feeling a lot perkier… alright, not so bad, then. Washed, antisepticised the contact areas, and off to the kitchen. I was feeling pleased that I did not oversleep, in fact, I’d had less sleep than for ages. (Not counting the nights when I didn’t get any, of course) And felt better now, than for many a morning, weary-wise.
I made a brew of Glenghettie tea, took the medications, and pondered on the days upcoming Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas and frustrations. (Well, they always do! Tsk!) I took a shot out of the unwanted, disliked, light & view-blocking kitchen window, with the wide ledges that stop me looking below for emergency vehicles when the fire alarm goes off, and I can hear it. Which is a rarity! No stars out that could be seen?
I went into a drawer to get a sharp knife and found Liberty-Global Virgin Media letter, why I put it in the drawer is uncertain. I recognised it immediately; only virgin media use font sizes so small they are almost unreadable, even with the reading glasses on.
They are to be working again on the upgrading of the service, on Thursday 7th February. Well, last month when they did some work, they left the service more unreliable than it was before! Hey-Ho!
I found the knife required and being as the right-hand side neurotransmitters were working reasonably well at this moment. I decided to risk getting the gigantic crock-pot back in its box, and then get the newer on out the other box. See if it fits on the counter-top, and get the stuff ready with the already copious amounts of black bags and recycling ones, made up yesterday. But waiting in for the delivery meant I couldn’t leave the flat, for taking down to the skip. Which is a prospective dangerous Whoopsiedangleplop-risk situation?
I set about my self-given tasks. It was hard work, made worse when Anne Gyna and Saccades-Sandra both started to give me some grief.
Eventually, I got the new-old massive cooker back in its box. There were foam sheets etc. that would not go back in, as I expected. But it is now transportable, at least. I felt rather semi-pleased with myself! Smug-Mode-Adopted!
As I was taking the new box into the kitchen to release the contents, I was, well, stunned to see the clock reading 4:10hrs! What! I hadn’t even started the bog updating yet! I decided what had happened was: I’d misread the clock on waking up. I read it as 00:25hrs, so I tried to think-out what the time actually was then. But could not work it out in my befuddled brain. I did feel a Klutz!My previously adopted Smug-Mode evaporated! I was puzzled, but that’s not unusual nowadays.
I got the newest slow-cooker out of its box using the steak-knife. Good job I was in the kitchen at the time, it gave me quick access to the cold-water tap, Germolene and finger-plasters from the medical drawer nearby. Humph!
The cooker was twice the size of the original one, but a third less large as the big one. I tested the space to see if it would fit in, only just, but it did. I was planning to sort out the shelves to make more room. But with my mistiming things, I had to get on sharp[ish to do the updating of the Sunday post. (Pillock!)
The instructions and advertising bumph will have to be read and hopefully digested at a later time.
Oh, it’s a Slow Cooker and Searer? Searer? That will have to be looked up later, on Google as well! I could top-myself, but I just don’t have the time. Hahaha!
I pressed on with updating the WordPress blog. Luckily it didn’t take too long. As usual; with staying in again waiting for deliveries, I took only a few photographs. Saccades-Sandra did her best, and no doubt slowed me down somewhat.
The ablutions had to be done, and with rushing now, the risk of an Accifauxpa was high, I kept telling myself not to take risks. (Do I listen?)
The pins (legs) looked a tiny bit battered, but I’ve no idea why? However, the scrubbing-up went well today. A few dropsies, no shaving cuts, the sock-glide battle was injury-free, and it was completed without clearing the floor cabinet of things. Although the Germoloid tube had to be rescued when I went down the back of the stand. The picker-upper was handy and efficient for once. I’m so glad I bought another one now, this one for the wet room, and the other one for the rest of the flat. I’ve also got one in the kitchen, it is a cheap one, and not much use, anything small, or above 4oz cannot be grabbed! I’m waffling again, Sorry!
I took some bags to the waste chute, and the workers doing the fire-sprinkler system were working in the lift lobby, they had stuff laying about, and kindly took the bags from me, and chuted them. Kind of them. We had a natter and laugh.
Back to the flat, I got readied and made my way down, though the link-passage, and to the ILC’s Interrogation and Body-Searching Office in Winwood Court. Hehehe!
Here, a lingering unsolved mystery was clarified by Obergruppenführeresses Desk-top Dancer & Warden Deana. When I woke to find the things in the hallway the other day, and the light in the hall, I had no idea what had happened, but I just knew someone had been in. Well, Deana told me that Jenny and Josie had been concerned at not seeing me for a while, and Jenny had come to check on me. Found me asleep, checked I was breathing, and was alright, and left me to it. Now that was indicative of that lady – so kind of her. Thanks, Jenny ♥!
I offered the nibbles around and explained how the night was, and my sleeping pattern was all gone to pot and why. That brought a yawn from her! Hahaha! We had a little gossip between the four of us, and I left.
As I met Angela and Roy in the foyer, I greeted them, and almost walked into the desk? That was when I realised that I had on the reading glasses! So I had to go back to Woodthorpe Court, to get the bifocals on. Then a bit of rush to get back down again in time to catch the bus.
I got through to Winchester Court and handed some nibbles out to a few residents waiting for the bus, and had a mini-chinwag and laugh. The bus arrived, and out we all hastened. I felt something was wrong, not right as I went to get on the bus… Ah, that’s it, it wasn’t raining!
I dropped of the bus near the old Palligh de Dance, and walked over the two sets of pelican crossing lights needed, to get to Glasshouse Street.
I got to the Aldi shop, to get banged into, shoulder charged and got a shopping-trolley over my foot, then back to Parliament Street and to the Poundshop store.No injuries, but a few tut-tuts at the self-serve checkout, the assistant noticed me struggling a bit, and did the job for me. Bless her.
This below is a picture I took, mainly to try and get the same area as the second picture, from when the Victoria Centre was being built. I couldn’t get the right angle, cause that would have meant me going in the middle of the road… Too Risky! Haha!
The tale in pictures, from getting off of the bus, and going to the Poundshop.
Glasshouse Street. This one is interesting, I thought it deserved its own photo. Where they were busy demolishing some, and building or converting other premises, mostly for extra student accommodation, some Grafittists had broken into the compound to do their thing. Before the mortar-mix had dried properly!
It looked unfinished to me, so they might return to finish it off again. It might not be the best artwork, well it isn’t, but you can’t fault them at their keenest to get at the wall! Tsk!
I came out of the Poundland shop and decided I had the time to walk along, taking some more photographicalisations. This was taken down Clumber Street, I was getting some rum looks from the Nottinghamians, that indicated their disapproval of my actions. Oh, dear!
So I took another, zoomed-in this time. Amidst the cheerless faces, and further looks of derision, I even got the evil-eye from one of Nottingham’s rarest people, a policeman!
Ah, well, yer can’t please em all!
I poddled along, quietly contented in my own fashion. I even tried to whistle, but the hole left by my last tooth abstraction made it hard work. Which shows how long it is since I decided to whistle blithely! Sad innit!
Then I saw the bus-jam going down King Street. Other buses needing access had joined the queue by the time I got to the corner. Where it became plain what the problem was, the dreaded roadworks! How the bus drivers get through in this conglomeration of obstacles, amazes me.
At the top of Queen Street, the view with the sky perfect for photographicalisationing was an amazingly good opportunity for a moody photo to be taken. Thankfully it came out decent enough to use. I checked on the camera screen and spotted another traffic problem.
I also noticed that there were no buses at any of the stops on Queen Street! This had never happened before. Someone had gotten hold of the driver of the lorry parked at the bottom apex, that was stopping buses getting by. He moved it, as shown in this picture, and they were still struggling to get through, and traffic came to a grinding halt again! This is going to cause a headache for the bus drivers and passengers awaiting them further along the route. All created, by one desperate poor old delivery driver, and roadworks.
Surprisingly, the L9 bus was on time? (Beats me how he did it, brilliant!) I was the sole passenger until two bus stops later. No Winwoodonians were picked up en route, but I got out the crossword book. I got a couple of old clues as well. Swank-Mode-Engaged!
I got off the bus and had a quick hello with some tenants getting on the bus, and accepted their snides, insults and put-downs in good spirit.
I didn’t meet anyone on the trip through the Winchester link-passage, the New Winwood Social room, the Winwood Foyer, the Woodthorpe court link-passage, and into Woodthorpee’s lift foyer. A notice advertising a residents meeting for Wednesday 5th February was on the notice board in the grungy, drab, dark lobby.
Up in the elevator and into the flat. No wee-wee called for? I got the purchasers put away. Aldi: Sourdough baguettes, Cox’s apples, vanilla dessert, chestnut mushrooms, Frikadellens, lemon yoghourts, Cheese(plastic)-topped cobs and four cans of ring-pull opening garden peas. Then the Poundland: Pork Farms Pork Pie (Yes, I weakened again!), Dettol disinfectants, Nibble bag gold bars, and a packet of lemon flavoured chocolate digestive biscuits Another weakness!
Warmed the garden peas, got two cheesy cobs buttered, sliced an apple, put some mini pork and pickle pies cut in half on the plate. Got down and tucked into the meal, but I’d again overdone it.
The weariness dawned on me even earlier today.
Most of it ended up in the bin. It helped me to eat less, by my nodding off while eating it!
Waking up, an hour or so later, with my over-abundant wobbly belly and the chair being covered with garden-peas, half a buttered cob, and streaks of caramelised red onion chutney did not go down well at all! The cleaning the mess up was done with deep-lying self-flagellation, and a toe-stubbing, as it was now dark and the Ottoman highjacked me as I was getting the walking stick. Humph! What a Yolop!
I’m showing an incredible amount of aboulia-abulia lately! And, dysphoria, self-contempt, and once again, depression. Still, it’s deserved.
After sorting out the state of the place without any further injuries, I got settled once again. But the events had started the Mind-Thought-Storming. so it was a long time before I could nod-off.
When I drifted away, a dream began. For some reason, even during the dream, I thought ‘I’ve dreamt this years ago’? Yet the images felt so real. Driving my old Subaru Justy, and getting lost, in a right pickle. Towards the end of the nightmare, I was on a motorway, and the exits disappeared as I approached them… can’t recall if got off or not! Hoggledruids!
21:55hrs: I stirred and pondered on what day and time it was, then got both the wee-wee and Porcelain Throne needs from the innards. I was wobbly and unsteady after I got up[ from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. I took a few moments to assess the situation, but not too long, bearing in mind the need for the Porcelain Throne. Arthur Itis and new toothache coming on were the only worryable things. Arthur Itis calmed down a bit pretty quickly once I grabbed the stick and started moving.
The Throne session was not a good one. Massive, slow and messy with a surprising amount of discomfort. At least it gave me a chance to have a go at the crossword. It was painful when I stood up after so long sat with bent knees. Arthur Itis wasn’t happy about it at all. I recalled bits of a horrible dream I’d had, a bully of a shop manager kept throwing me out, and threatening me with the sack?
A clean-up, and off to the kitchen. I got the kettle on and took the medications. Glad to see there was no fog this morning. I took a terrible shaky shot of the view outside. One of my worserer ones, for Shaking Shaun, was enjoying himself in alliance with Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, making sure that the right leg, shoulder, arm and hands were rattling away shaking like a good un!
As I was making the tea, another call for a wee-wee arrived! The knees were really giving me some gip now. The flipping wee-wee was aright sprinkler and a long one! I had to clean the same places as ten-minutes or so ago! Tsk! But at least I had bottles of antiseptic disinfectant to use.
I had a look at the knees, and liberally applied the Phorpain Gel and rubbed it in well. The legs looked alright to me. The knees were today’s problem, talk about stiff, and the, stabbing pains came unexpectedly and had gone in seconds, but repeatedly so. Not good this.
The fingers were tingling and a tad annoying. Obviously, the neurotransmitter’s were not connecting again. I nearly dropped the milk, then the tea mug.
Then to the computer. What a farce with the contact-nerves and this new to me, tingling in the finger ends, and the shoulder shaking, it was most annoying and bothersome. A bloody good job there wasn’t a lot left to do on the blog, or I would have still been here tonight! Typing was not easy at all, the mistakes that needed correcting were multitudinous! I like that word!
As I sat there working on the computer, Arthur Itis moaned every time I had to get up for a wee-wee. And that was very regularly. So, a quick assessment: Arthur Itis was playing up, and Peripheral Neuropathy Pete too. The feet were hurting, well stinging every trip to the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket. And there were plenty of them! The growing toothache was getting a little more painful. Saccades-Sandra had now joined in making typing almost impossible! As if the fingers weren’t enough! The right shoulder was shaking that much, it began to ache, as well as giving its contribution to the ‘Let’s bugger-up Inchcock Today’, ailment army! Things were not going to be good today. I think the EQ knows this and is avoiding sending me any messages? Humph!
I struggled on, taking three times as long as I should have, and perused the WordPress Reader. Then went of the TFZer Facebooking. Put some photos on Pinterest.
And then… I only need the Porcelain Throne again! Arthur Itis is now as mad as he has ever been with me. This is not good! And I have to keep getting up for a wee-wee! They were all, up to now, of the PLSE (Persistent-Long-Spraying-Everywhere) style! Which some else to fret about, I just cannot control the evacuations at all. Just keep kitchen towels and disinfectant nearby to use, and a tube of Phorpain gel for Arthur’s knees. I think it’s fair to say, a modicum of depression is building up! The pins (legs) looked the same pot-mark-wise as earlier, but they seem to be getting a smidge more colour? Just a couple of more blood-papules. I’ll recheck them after the ablutions are done, this is a rarity! Hahaha!
I’ve got the winter coat and new crock-pot being delivered today, from Amazon. I dare not use the old cooker anymore now. The porcelain pot is well cracked, I could have bought a new slow-cooker, I suppose, but this one is such a bargain, it probably cost me less than a replacement dish would have? Hehe! Laughter? Me? Why?
I finished the Thursday blog in the end. About half-way through, much to my utter surprise and amazement, Saccades-Sandra and Arthur Itis eased off! The shaking shoulder, arm and hand are still with, but, not to look a gift-horse in the mouth, this was a pleasant backasswards event. But it could be one of fate’s misleading, cunning plans, though? Giggle!
I had to absquatulate for a wee-wee, this was a bit different, of the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) style. I got the grey bucket emptied, rinsed and sanitised, and decided to get the handwashing done. Going to be a slow job getting the jammie-bottoms dry. The socks and long-sleeve t-shirt will be okay, being thinner.
Then, off to get the ablutions done. I had to do them I thought, in case the Amazon stuff arrives early. I’d already stripped off, but I went to check on the Amazon tracker. It seems that the three items are being delivered by different parties. I looked up each one, and this is the soonest one that will arrive, and that’s not even out for delivery yet! Oh, heck! It appears I shall possibly have to stay awake until near to or on, the 22:00hrs deadline?
The ablutions were started properly this time. And it was a good session… until it came to towelling off! (There’s alway something, Hehe!) During doing the teggies, shaving and showering, I only dropped a few things; The razors (3), carbolic soap, toothbrush, antiseptic Dettol bottle (which didn’t break or split), and the showerhead. I even managed to clean some of the wall tiles! Great improvement there!
However… when I started to dry myself off, I knocked just about everything off of the floor cabinets, as I got carried away aggressively towelling myself. Spittling-Splurging-Sparrowhawks! Another half an hour lost, picking up the things and cleaning the place again!
But the Whoopsies didn’t end there, oh no! Muggins here, went into the kitchen to check on the handwashing hanging up. Reached up to test how dry the socks had got, knocked the hanger off of the pole, grabbed at the socks, and knocked knives, fork spoons, spatulas, plastic tubs, none-blister medications etc. onto the floor. Needless to say, a tub of medications (Saccade-Sandra’s spray) rolled underneath the fridge! I spent ten minutes or so searching for the picker-upperer, so I could retrieve the bottle. All this time, forgetting entirely that I had left it in the wet room, from when I used it fifteen minutes or so, ago, to reach and retrieve the Corticosteroid and Savlon cream tubes! What a Shmegegge, Schmo and Schmuck!
It got worse! I fetched stick from the wet room and got down to prod out the spray, which I can claim to have done with relative ease… But getting back up again was a farcical, yet, funny event. I’d had the sense to take the four-pronged stick with me, and used it to help gain a hold onto, to lift my belly with other smaller appendages, back up again? Of course, I did in the end. But what a struggle! “Humph”
I took the black, and recycling bags down to Caretaker Stewart room. We shared some Rabelaisian humour, handed over the nibbles, and then returned to the flat, and checked to see how far on the Tracker had gone. Perhaps he’s having his dinner? The driver who is taking it to the dispatch place, I wonder where that is? Bit it is still hours away from there, then someone has to come to Nottingham with the stuff. It’s going to be hard to stay awake. Oh, dearie me! Dangwangles and damn!
I went back on CorelDraw, to have another go at doing some graphics. Between wee-wees, mugs of milk and Dizzy Dennis, I got one, just one done. I had to give up computerisationing.
Jenny phoned me on the landline, the window cleaner was on his way. So I had to move all the stuff off of the kitchen window ledge again. Grumps!
The chap arrived, and we had a laugh and gossip while he did the windows for me. He had to remind me that he wanted payment for his work. Ahem!
I had a wee-wee and rechecked the legs. All looked good, odd size pins again, and getting pale once more. Dizzy Dennis still a little pestering! Oh, just noticed some more blood papules coming up on the right (and heavier, bigger) leg.
The Amazon stuff was still awaited, but they are getting closer now. But with it now gone my head-down time, I was getting more and more fatigued, and struggling to stay awake. Rechecked the tracker, they now have a disclaimer of sorts on there; “Estimated delivery windows may change due to traffic and other conditions. Check back for updates!” I see! So I might get to sleep by the time for my getting up! There is little chance of staying awake much longer – pee’d-off! The first ETA of 15:00>1700hrs has now gone to 17:00>19:00hrs. Lucky bugger, I am!
The intercom flashed, and I let-in the driver! The young man looked well-drained. He placed the larger looking than I expected crock-pot box and bag with the coat inside the door for me, and had to shoot off.
All but done in, I left the things where they were. No meal or eating. I got a bottle of orange from the fridge and settled down in the rickety, second-hand, c1968 recliner. So tired!
But an amalgamation of dreams, Colin Cramps, Anne Gyna and the loudest ever heard from ‘The Hum’,(The Hum is a phenomenon, or collection of events, involving widespread reports of a persistent and invasive low-frequency humming, rumbling, or droning noise not audible to all people. Hums have been widely reported by national media in the UK and the United States), ensured another session of sleep-deprivation followed for a few hours. After about four hours, and waking for a wee-wee, I decided to give up, I’d got up, anyway.
02:10hrs: Trying to sleep was abandoned. After a night of sleeplessness, unit a ten minute-spell, when I did nod-off and had a nightmare of nightmares! A phantasma that consisting of just about everything I have done wrong in my life drifting through it! Misinterpretations, boo-boos, failures, errors, bad choices, goofs, faux pas, over and underestimations, inadvertencies, snafus, aberrations, and misdiagnoses. The dream even made me feel guilty about the typographical errors brought on by the peripheral neuralgia and failing memory! I had a hatred of myself and my actions, toying with my conscience! I was well-pleased when I woke up and thought it best not to risk my falling back to sleep and returning to that worryingly lurid and grotesque nightmare. It’s almost unheard of, a night-dream getting to me, but this one did! Oy Gevalt!
The aches and pains were not to bad as I jiggled things about a bit. The breathing was a struggle, and I soon found that the hands and fingers were going to cause me a few dropsies today, as they were losing sensitivity on and off, to touch straight away. However, lack of too much aggravation from Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Anne Gyna, levelled the pain-playing field, so’s to speak, somewhat.
Getting my short, stocky but flabby body out of the £300, c1968, rickety recliners, was unwontedly, almost hassle-free! A wee-wee urge developed as soon as I got into a semi-stood up position. And, when I grabbed the stock and got the few paces to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), it had hardly been used overnight? And what was passed, really was, almost nothing more than a few fluid ounces, and that was all gently sprayed everywhere but the bucket, by the INHBT (I-needn’t-have-bothered-trickling) wee-wee! I reckon it must be, as I thought yesterday, a urine infection come on.
I cleaned things up and went to change PPs in the wet room. When conveniently, the Porcelain Throne was needed, and it was a good job I was in the shower room at the time. Or else I would never have got to the Throne in time, from anywhere further away! Phew! This time, the evacuation was harder in every sense, and still a lot of it! Ah, well, all gone now. Haha! Washed up, changed PPs, and off to the kitchen.
I took the medications, and made a super-tasty brew of Gelengettie tea!
Another wee-wee was called for, and I used the GPWWB, to avoid spraying and decorating the wet room and cleaning it again! I made sure that any splashes and or spray would not miss the bucket and passed a UPWTWW (Unwilling-Painful-Weak-Trickling) style wee-wee.
Computer on, and visited the WordPress reader. Then, I began updating the Sunday post. With many nerve-end failures and a few pathetic painful wees, and making mugs of tea in between, hours later, I’d got it done. But, with many addlepated moments of concern!
The humming, droning constant wind-like noise all around the block, was more intrusive than ever this morning. I became increasingly iracundulous and irritated by it!
The beautiful, highly-desirous, kind, wonderful phlebotomy nurse is due this morning or lunchtime to take the blood for the Warfarin INR testing. Heart flutters & and hatred of my being too old! ♥
The itching in the leg started again. Out of interest, I looked up ‘Causes of itching under the skin legs’. Ahem! This is what I found on the web: Dracunculous: Guinea Worm Disease: The female can grow to 31 inches! Sorry I looked now! Haha!
Another wee-wee and another brew of tea made, then back on the computer. I made a start on this blog. I got up to here, and decided to have some breakfast, but what? I had a search around for something I fancied. Tea and biscuits again, I suppose? I’ll have some of the Manner Lemon wafers, and then try out the new ankle support straps. (Failure yet!)
By gum, life is vibrant and contentment-ridden, innit? Hehe!
I took two photos of the same area, the first one in Aperture plus mode, the second on Auto. Neither was brilliant.
Off to the wet room to sort the ablutions out. As for my forecast of the dropsies expected, I was was way-out. The only ones were the toothbrush (2) and the razor (1). Smug-Mode-Engaged!
I made another brew, had an INHBT wee-wee, and back on the computer and CorelDraw. To try and create some graphics before the Angel arrives.
Who did come minutes later, a different Nurse, nice lady, who was in a bit of a rush, with us being down to one lift only again in the flats, and she had other patients to see as well yet. I thanked her and wished her well, and got things ready for my trip to go bargain hunting at the ‘Affordable’ Food Shop, on Derby Road. I read about it on the Evening Post site and could see some small jars of Hoisin sauce in one of the pictures, half-price.
I spent a while double-checking, to reassure myself that I’d left everything safe, and set out to the lift to go down to the OBergruppenfüreress Warden’s Holding Cell Office, to see if they were interested in having the Mexican flavoured rice so as not to waste the second packet. With only one lift, I had a long wait for it to arrive. When it did, there were two resident, man and wife, in the cage, and then me with my trolley walker, then another bloke got in, and then off one floor lower. Decent couple the new folks. We chatted and had a laugh. I alighted the elevator and limped through the link corridor the Warden’s Interrogation Office. No one in, they’ll be out working. I pressed on and out to the bus stop. It was cold again. Not that it bothered me, I was well wrapped up, and having an enjoyable chinwag and moaning session with other tenants at the stop. On the bus, and I managed to interest Cyndy in the flavoured rice. Cyndy and Eric were not on the bus for long as they got off on Mapperley Tops, but we managed a natter, all the same.
En route to town, I nearly lost my grip on the side-saddle seat a few times. Obviously a Formula One fan, this driver. Hehe!
As I got off of the bus on Queen Street and turned to go up the hill, I suffered a Dizzy Dennis attack. The worst one in a long time. It took a good few minutes of my leaning against an electrical box before Dennis cleared. Afterwards, I was a little weary, but all seemed fine.
I walked along Upper Parliament Street to the big traffic island with Derby Road. The sun was out, but nit very warm with it, and the people of Nottingham seemed to be in a generally good mood. No policemen were seen at all, and the pins and Arthur Itis were doing very well for me!
To get onto Derby Road the side I need for where the shop was, I had to tackle three sets of pelican lights. None of them gave me enough time to get over the road before they changed to green for the traffic. Much to the driver’s annoyance, I even got a pap and dirty look from one of them! Oy Vay!
In an island between the maze of crossings, I took a couple of shots of the Cathedral.
I limped up the hill, coping well with the trolley for once. My mind was on those Hoisin snf black bean sauce bottles I’d seen in the Nottingham Post site earlier – but: Bother me! They do not open on Monday and Tuesdays. So, on tomorrow’s visit to the After-Stroke Physio session, I still can’t get to shop there! Glubbledangsoddit!
I was phlegmatic about the situation, though, it was almost as if apanthropinisation had taken me over. I just took this photo and calmly turned around, back down the Derby Road hill. Which is where the problems came into play: The three-wheeler-walker does not like going downhill! I got to the Albert Hall junction and had to go up a steep kerb, that I managed, but as I set off again, the trolley went over after hitting a broken paving slab sticking up! I manoeuvered myself somehow, so as to avoid going over with it, though. Innit amazing the things you keep in your three-wheeler-walker bag? I noticed this as I struggled a bit, to retrieve the comprehensive selection of hand-out nibbles, pen, crossword book, an apple, receipts etc. and bits and pieces that had accrued, and spilt out onto the pavement! Hehehe!
As I got into the City Centre, this food-delivery ‘Herbert’ all but hit me me as he belted by. I’d like to take this opportunity to apologise to him for my unthinkingly getting in his way with my three-wheeled trolley-guide-walker. If the gentleman is reading this, I’d like to apologise for walking on the pedestrian footpath, thus blocking the distinctively tall, fit, young man’s way. If he’d like to get in touch, I can arrange for a meeting with Clive and Gary for him. I’d like that!
The state of the Slab Square was chaotic, messy and unattractive in the extreme!
After the close-call with the food-delivery cyclist ‘Herbert’, I was in a niggly mood and made my way to the L9 bus stop on Queen Street, taking this shot of King Street, on the way.
The driver of the bus when it arrived, was the same Michael Shumacker impersonator again. So, I was back at Winwood Heights in no time. Sore bottom and bruised knees, from the side-saddle seat-keeping on, struggle. Argh!
I made my way back through Winwood Court, through the link tunnel and back to Woodthorpe Court, and up in the lift, still only one working. Seeing, not a soul! Oh, sorry, no. A bloke got in the lift, he went up to the 13th floor, a decent sort.
I found the diurnal sunshine bursting through the windows, albeit a cold one. I thought I’d nip out on the balcony to take some snaps of the amazing looking sky.
As I was getting back indoors, I noticed a right mess on the boarding planks on the balcony.
Much detritus had fallen in-between the holes in the planks. Chips and crumbs of cement or concrete, insects, bird-poo and other unrecognisable, undefined droppings and rubbish! We never had this problem with the old balcony, the wind just blew it away! Haha!
I had a wee-wee, another weak, put hurtfull RWPS (Reluctant-Weak-Painful-Spraying) effort. Washed up, did the handwashing and hung it to dry. Got the chips in the oven, and peas and hot dog sausage in the saucepan.
Off to the Porcelain Throne – Oh dearie me! Another fair bit of ensanguining! Washed-up again, and was about to take the nosh I’d prepared and just served up on the plate for consumption…
And then the landline chirped and flashed! It was Brother-in-law and valuables-stealing from the flat while I was in the hospital, Pete. (I’m beginning to believe Sister Jane now, who told me Pete had made a drone, [He’s an electrical genius] so he can see when I’m showering, sleeping or eating, thus knowing the best time to call me, to cause maximum hassle, disruption and disturbance! Hehe!) We had a serious natter for a while about things, interspersed with the odd sarcasm, insult and joke.
Perfect timing from the lad, the nosh was ruined, the chips and sausages had gone cold!
So, I did some recooking of more chips, threw the first ones away, and reheated the sausages in water.
Then the doorbell chimed. It was an engineer calling to do the fire alarm checks. The hallway one was fine. But he was having problems getting the smoke alarm in the kitchen to go activate. The chap got it finished and departed, and I took the burnt chips out of the oven, turned down the heat on the reheating up sausages. Then got some more chips in the oven (Third try!)
At last, I got the meal into the front room and sat down in the recliner and turned on the TV to watch a Hustle DVD…
The front door chimed out again! It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and tray from yesterday’s nosh. At least she said she enjoyed it, that made me feel betterer.
I got around to eating the nosh at long last. Ha-ha! Despite all the rehashing of the ingredients, the feast went down well with me. A Flavour-Rating of 7/10, was good for it, after all the messing about.
03:45hrs: What a nightmare that was that I just had! It followed one earlier, about my younger days, with a relative of long ago, in the flat, telling me “Not to bother, failure, pain, and frustration are all that is on the cards for you, youth!” The later one, was a right mixed bag, a ghost or spirit coming out of the clouds and down into the flat, and taking me away with it, up into the sky-shadows and beyond – where a giant underground cave was being used to keep dead souls contained? Lots of other stuff, but this is all that was clear enough for me to remember. Great, I get some much-needed sleep, and it’s filled with nightmares! Lucky or what? Hahaha!
The task of freeing myself from the £300, second-hand, c1968, grotty beige-coloured, not working, rickety recliner, was once again an easy task. No dizzies, loss of balance, toe-stubbing, tumbling, or knocking anything over! This was promising. As was the lack of any warnings from the EQ! Arthritis in the knees had got much more comfortable, and the bruise from last nights Whoopsiedangleplop, falling out of the recliner, had come out behind the knee, but it wasn’t sufficiently painful to give me any bother.
I utilised the EGPWWB (Emergency Grey Plastic Wee-Wee Bucket) for an IDKWIB (I-don’t-know-why-I-bothered) mode wee-wee. And off to the kitchen, with a sudden uncertain feeling that I may be about to find something I had left on, running or similar. But no, all looked fine.
I took the medications and made a brew. I nipped onto the balcony to take this shot through the finger shredding, rain letting windows that cannot be reached to be cleaned. The blue again view, was lovely.
To the computer to start updating and finishing off the Saturday diary.
The finger-ends began to jump or freeze as a natural reaction when they came into contact with the keyboard buttons. The shoulder jerking started at the same time. This meant I had an extra-long frustrating session in doing the updating.
The need for the Porcelain Throne to be utilised arrived, and the evacuation was nice and clean for a change, not messy this time. I wiped around and did the hands and returned to the computer.
I’d almost finished the updating, and I had to return, this time with the highest speed I dare muster, to the wet room! Before I had got through the door, the PP’s were down, and dressing gown abandoned; onto the Throne, without a single second to spare… Oh, dearie me! The innards rumbled tunefully, and the evacuation went on and on.. and on! Painfully too, which caught me out, as the self-extracted material was almost liquid? I sat there for a while, to recover from the torrent, which proved a wise decision. Because it was followed by an MES (Marathon-Endless-Sprinkling) wee-wee, that may have taken the longest time than ever before! I even grabbed the crossword book, to help kill time, but I could not locate any pen or pencil. (Tsk!) I felt oddly drained, tired and almost jet-lagged, afterwards. (I don’t know why I wrote jet-lagged, I’ve never been on a jet? But it is how I imagine it would have been).
As I cleaned everything up again, the asceticness of my life came to the mind’s fore. Ralph’s words also came back to me from the dream.
I pressed on and completed the Saturday post, sent it off to WordPress, and then went onto the WP Reader section.
I made a start on this blog, as far as here.
Went to make a brew, and took another picture, from the new light & view-blocking kitchen windows, with the impossible to reach panes of glass to be cleaned, not without using the step ladders and a lot of foolish bravery, anyway. I must say, the view was even better than the last photo.
I got the peas podded, and in the one remaining saucepan, I have, to marinate with a little demerara sugar, for Josie’s nosh later.
I also got the oven warming ready to use.
As for the shelling of the peas, I did have a few that shot off in different directions, but no more than about 20 of them. Haha! I managed to find 10 of them afterwards. In various places, but I anticipate coming across more of them later on today.
Then off to the wet room, to do the ablutions. The stubbed middle-toe was looking on the mend, so much better now. Of course, as to when the next toe-stubbing will take place, is in the hands and power of Jonah, the Spirit of Whoopsiedangleplops. My Inchcockskian Evil-eyed-habinger, nuncio, and stormy-petrel of bad-luck, accifauxpas, jinx-supplier, and Avant Courier, to decide!
Plenty of dropsies today, the soap, the sponge, the razor (x3), toothbrush, toilet cleaner bottle, mouthwash bottle, the shower head, olive oil tube, Haemorrhoid cream tube, and the last one, the dang chair I was carrying back into the shower after cleaning up! Bit of good luck there, no injuries at all! Smug-Mode-Engaged!
To the kitchen to check on Josie’s potatoes. Took a picture from the kitchen window, showing the shadow of Woodthorpe Court, cast over the view.
I rang Sister Jane, and the phone died a death on the second ringing tone! The gal rang back later. We had a lovely natter. I told her of Intercom guide paperwork was different from the layout of the actual machine, and some of them did not work anyway. I certainly cannot here the weak jingle when someone rings. I have eight missed calls for last week alone! A lot of residents have had visitors who could not get in! We had, had fitted. I told her I’d sent a photo of on sheet, in which someone looking remarkably like Brother-in-law Pete was on it. I, unfortunately, I had to cut things short, to get the spuds out of the oven. But, it was a nice, if hard to hear due to the echo on the line.
I got the cheese, salt and butter, vinegar and potatoes well bashed and mashed up in the bowl, then transferred back in the husks, and into the oven to brown them off. I laid out Josie’s plate. Tomatoes, gherkins, tuna chunks, mushrooms, a knob of Marmite cheese, an individual lemon cake, and a naughty but oh, so-nice Limoncello dessert.
I had a quick look at the appointments online for Monday & Tuesday, in between checking the spuds to see if they had yet browned-off enough.
They had in the third visit, so I got the meal served up and plated, onto the server, and off to deliver it to Josie’s flat, opposite mine. As I promised, spot on 12:00hrs, midday! Puffed upperdness mode adopted!
Josie said it looked too good to eat! Haha!.
I returned to the flat and made myself a cuppa, and took this photograph with the old Lumix that I’d left charging up. It gives an idea of why I say the light & view-blocking, thick-framed, photographers nightmare windows.
I didn’t want to make my meal yet, as I often fall asleep, and Josie returns here washed plates, etc. and wakes me up each week. It’s hard for her to remember my ridiculously early nodding off time. So, on Sundays, I try to stay awake longer. Not that it works often. Tsk! So. I’ll wait until she has returned and hopefully has a natter with me. Another rarity nowadays. Bless her.
I washed the empty jars and left them in view, so I might just possibly, see them and remember to take them down to the recycling bin in the morning. Or, not!
Now, the audiologist last August confirmed my Asonia, (Deafness to certain pitches of sound) so I may have fallen asleep and imagined what happened next.
I thought I heard the door chime. Went to the door, thinking it might be Josie, but no one was about. Back to the kitchen, and listened to the same sound again. To the door, nobody there. Returned to the scullery. Again, chiming. To the front door, no one about? I called at Josie’s, but no answer. Back to the fodder, and again, the distant-sounding chiming… on my way to the door… I realised it must have been the flaming crap new intercom system. That had not lit up when someone called. (Nothing new about this, dozens of tenants have a problem with, or their intercom does not work at all!) I got the notes supplied on usage, (although the layout of the machine is so different from the examples given in the paperwork and confusing) and sussed out how to check on missed calls. Only 25 of them! Humph!
I had my potatoes prepped at the same time as Josie’s, and got them in the oven to brown-off. A beef slice, beetroot, mushrooms, garden peas, tomatoes, and some Poppit salt & vinegar crisps with the added potatoes when they were done.
I awarded this colourful effort a well-worthy 8/10 Taste-Rating. Got the pots washed, and did the handwashing and hung them to start drying.
After this, the memory gets very foggy. I got settled down in the rickety recliner, and think I started nodding and waking… but anything could have happened as Dizzy Dennis visited me, that bit I can remember! Tsk!
23:30hrs: I woke, and when the brain joined me in wakefulness, I tried my best to recall some of the dreams I’d been having. I was being chased, by Tony Blair and John Prescott amongst other unknown pursuers, along what seemed miles of office corridors. They were snarling, cursing and shouting at me for some reason, also strange to me. Lots more happened that is all confused now, but they ended up throwing me out of a window, that I can recall. No notes had been scribbled down on my pad, shame that.
Around 00:00hrs, I dismounted the £300 second-hand 1978 rusty recliner, hauling my gargantuan, out of shape, pendulous, sagging stomach burdened torso into an upright position. It’s not easy you know! I had to utilise the emergency grey bucket which luckily I had disinfected and left in place near the electric fire as usual. This wee-wee was of the SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) variety. I’d no sooner finished that, and the call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. I’m getting regular with these Throne visits lately, ain’t I?
Off to the wet room. The evacuation well reasonably well, no bleeding from the rear end, which I fear was not the case with Little Inchies Fungal Lesion. Another almost involuntary SPSHPLWW (Short-Painfull-Semi-Hose-Pipe-like Wee-wee) had to be taken. In fact, I was so glad it came then, cause had it happened elsewhere, I might not have got to the WC or EGB (Emergency Grey Bucket) in time. Oh dear, not another day like Sunday… Please!
I checked over the pins. Well, they didn’t look too bad, fluid retention wise at all.
Some of the mish-mashes of spider veins seemed to have faded too?
Although just one new bruise had appeared on the left ankle. Which is the one that let me down twice, yesterday. I wondered if it might because I’d cut the tops of my socks so they wouldn’t be too tight, and the fluid had gone down and caused the problem. You know me, I’m always worried when there is nothing to worry about. Haha!
Cleaned up and off to the kitchen to risk a small mug of tea, and get the Health Checks sorted out.
Hello, the Sys has gone down, at last, so has the pulse and dare I say it, the weight! Can’t understand why the temperature is down, though? Not worried mind, it has been lower than that before.
I like this new thermometer now I’ve worked out how to use it properly. It gives an almost instant reading from the ear-hole.
I had another SPSHPLWW and went to get some brekkers. I’ve no idea why, but I fancied trying a pot of the Sweet & Sour Noodles that I bought yesterday in Mansfield.
So I did! By gum, it was excellent along with a cup of the Glengettie strong tea.
Of course, this means if I am to get any more of the pots or teabags, this says I’ll have to go to Mansfield to buy them as no one else sells them! And that is if they have some left in stock. Mmm! Tsk!
Only one Sharwoods Noodle left up there on top of the cupboards now. I’m not too keen on Batchelor’s Super-Noodles at all. They can go as raffle prizes for anyone who fancies them. Or I can put them on the table in the lobby for anyone to help themselves to.
I set about updating the Tuesday blog.
Most frustrating. Each time I checked my syntax and spelling, the signal would die after, and I had to do it all again on the failed saves. And there were many them! After many SPSHPLWWs, two mugs of tea and more effort than I could cope with, I got the diary finished a sent off. But not until gone 06:30hrs! NearlySeven Hours It Took me! Oy Vey!
I went on WordPress Reading for a while. Then answered all the comments, I didn’t miss any, I relied on both of them. Hehe!
An SPSHPLWW then I made a mug of Assam tea and took these photographs from the kitchen window.
It looked a little frosty out there. When I opened the new unwanted light and view-blocking and needing more cleaning, and there is no way I can reach to do that without moving everything and using the step ladders then hang out of the window itself to reach all the glass to clean them, windows. The dew dripped inside. All down my jammies, the oven glove and onto the electric storage heater. Just thought I’d mention it, like. Huh!
Made a start on doing this post at last.
A good job I kept making notes to refer to earlier.
Mr Fries, Global-Liberty Virgin Media Internet had got a little less slow now. Honestly, it can be done you see!
I took another break, one for another brew because the earlier one had gone cold, and a wee-wee was needed again!
I got the kettle on and ventured out into the bare balcony and took these two photographs of roughly the same bit of sky.
As I opened the metal spring clip and opened the left-hand window to take these shots, the dew came in and again my jammies and slippers got soaked in the incoming water. Humph! The first was in Auto mode, and the one on the right in Distance mode. Can’t see much difference in them, myself.
As I came back in it looked like fog, but it wasn’t.
I think it was the heat going out of the room that caused the steaming up.
But I went back out and took these two photographs of the workers doing their jobs down outside in this cold weather. Oh, and got the jammies and feet wet again. Haha!
I then got back to updating this post and got as far as here with it, before having another SPSHPLWW.
Then I went on Facebooking. Then made an Asda (Walmart) order to arrive in the morning, remembering to put milk on the list. Haha!
Nosh in the oven.
Lamb hotpot and burger, a few chips (fries) and mini tomatoes. Had the last few slices of the milk bread with it.
Excellent flavour-rating of 9.3/10.
Got settled to try and watch some TV. But, Dizzy Dennis visited me, and the wholething became confusion.