Saturday 25th August 2018
Norwegian: Lørdag 2 August 2018
0255hrs: Stirred into life, as an entirely different person and mood again. Nervous, fearful, anxious, timidity, insecurity, dubiousness, and scepticism reigned and ruled this cold, wet Saturday morning. So much so, I lay there in the £300 second-hand creaking recliner for half-an-hour or so, musing on life.
My acuity was noticeable by its absence, and no decisions, plans or hopes were raised.
Who needs breakfast Hehehe!
No sooner had I got the Health Checks finished, a call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. In the wet room on the Throne, I observed a few of the Ironclad black biting mini-beetles/weevils scattered around, mostly near a crack at the bottom of the door where there is a tiny gap?
The Killer Bug thingie had caught many more creatures overnight. I watched the insects for a while.
They seemed to be coming in, then rushing back through a tiny gap in the new window sealing when the light went on? But, who
I went on the scales while I was in there.
I know I still had my socks and protection pants on, but crikey! 6lb increase from yesterday! Can’t be, surely? Had something gone wrong with the scales or what? I’m aware I didn’t get a hobble in on Friday, Oh dearie me!
My confidence was lowered even more, now.
Made a mug of tea and got the computer on. Created an extra graphic on CorelDraw to use
Started this diary going.
I fear, especially with it being the weekend, that the Liberty Global-Virgin Media will go down a few times again today, the flashing centre light is a sign of this.
Of course, when I took the photo, it went back to being constant. Tsk!
Went to make a mug of tea for the one I let go cold. The wind was a-blowing, and it was cold in the flat. Made the brew and I put on the dressing gown.
I went to yesterdays blog to update it.
Then I made a blog about Bank Holiday Weekends and my abhorrence, loathing and hatred of them, in a rhyme of sorts. A load of tosh for a bit of fun.
Went on the WordPress reader, being weekend, there was not much there.
Popped on Facebook, as I felt the innards brewing up for another visit to the Porcelain Throne.
CorelDraw utilised to create some graphics tops for later use. Did the Health Checks and medications.
Blooming heck, look at the time. Got the Health Checks done.
Not feeling so good now. Unbelievable how early the fatigue came on today.
I was pretty useless for doing anything requiring concentration now.
But still, I cleaned the plate of every scrap of food! Hehe!
At least the washing up was easy this time. Haha!
I settled to watch some TV and quickly found myself off into the land of Nod.
Woke up to the sound of the door chimes on both bells.
Bless her cotton-socks! ♥
I’ve never tried this tea before and will do in the morning when the taste-buds are clear, and the bladder emptied.
Thank You, Jenny! X
Took the last medications of the day, and settled to watch some Hetty Wainthroppe Investigates episodes on the DVD.
I got as far as the start of the second one on the disc, and the Strobe Fire Alarm that Nottingham City Homes had installed, had activated!
Looked through the spy-hole in the door, could see nothing untoward, so checked for heat on the door handle, none felt. So I opened the door to have a listen. No alarm sounding outside. I could not verify anything from the windows like I used to be able to, to see if any fire engines were on site. The new unwanted windows prevent it now, with the dirty-great ledge sticking out blocking my view downwards. I tried to look out through the gap in the balcony like on Thursday, but the hole had been filled in, so, no luck there either.
I tried the remote control, and it still worked, but a plasticy sound emanates when I press any button. Then cleaned the leg and foot, I was surprised at how the nasal spray stung on the flesh?
Got settled down again to watch Hetty on the DVD. I soon had to give up, the nodding-offs grew too frequent. Turned everything off, and lay there wanting to sleep, now I could not. The mind was off on ones its renown (To me) wandering session, fretting over everything, fearing a lot of things and almost searching for something else to fret over. Tsk! What a plonka!