Thursday 5th March 2020
Albanian: E enjte 5 Mars 2020
02:20hrs: I woke thinking I’d only just nodded off, to find I’d slept right through for about six hours! I was feeling physically better than last night, thankfully. Mentally, I’ll decide later.
Almost without any rumbling, churning or the usual warning sensations, I had to hastily free my depressingly overweight wobbly-body from the lumpy old recliner. Off to the wet room and the Throne.
“Ah, it was a lot easier this time”. It still hurt, but nothing like yesterdays session. The Sennas have started to do their job at last! Not messy either. The unfortunate side of things was that Little Inchies fungal lesion was bleeding. Judging by the condition of the PP’s, he’d been leaking for a while. Bit of medicating and cleansing, and off to the kitchen. It’s times like this that the embarrassment of wearing the PP’s disintegrates, temporarily replaced with fulgurate appreciation and a certain chuffedness, that I was wearing them! They saved me an awful lot of bother. Oddly, the aching and churning of the innards started after the evacuation? Mmm?
I got the kettle on and took a couple of photographs from the light & view-blocking unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, can’t get at to clean, with the photo-handicapping wide ledge sticking out, that make me have to take ‘blind’ photographs of below the window. But it doesn’t bother me!
Took the medications, made the Thompsons Punjana brew, and got the computer started. Had wee-wee of the SBTSDWS (Started-Blasting-out-Then-Stopped-Dead-Within-Seconds) variety.
I began to create some much-needed graphics. After ten minutes or so an even more urgent need for the Porcelain Throne Mark 2 arrived. I knocked stuff off of the Ottoman en route, hit my ankle with the stick, all in my haste to get there in time! Which I did, but with only seconds to spare! The evacuation began under control of the innards, all I had to do was suffer the pain and wait. Tsk! So different to the first session; messy, bloody and quicker. The now very sore bottom had Harold’s Haemorrhoids and blood that needed cleaning and medicating. Perhaps the most surprising thing was not 
the change in the consistency, but the colour of the evacuated product. The first visit, it was almost black, now mustardy coloured? I don’t know which is more bothersome nowadays, my mental or physical quirks? Hehehe!
At least the pins (legs) were looking fine. Which I put down to new Bamboo socks, but I’m not really sure, just glad they are so well.
Ah, the Amazon delivery is due today. I don’t know why I bothered going out, so late as well, on Wednesday, all that hassle! And still, I couldn’t get what I wanted! So I ordered these on the right from Amazon. And they were cheaper than Boots (Olive drops), and I couldn’t find any droppers anywhere in Arnold! And this, after Tim Price had told me how much more accessible, it was to use Amazon.
Incidentally, last week I mentioned Tim in the Inchcock today, but unfathomably wrote Tim Hancock, not Price! Tim Hancock rang a bell, but I could not remember who he was. Well, I’ve remembered! He was the Personnel Manager, at what was in the day, was Carter’s pop factory in Kegworth where I worked, in the ’80s. A grand, fair chap. As is Tim Hancock as well! A connection there, perhaps I can blame that fop my cock-up, or not. Haha!
Back to the computer and started this blog off up to hear, then began to update yesterdays sad diary. There were times when I was a different person yesterday, up and 
down spiritually so often. Things feel better today. But I still do not feel the need for food? I couldn’t believe it when I did not have a meal last night. Mind you, I wasn’t feeling up to much. Hey-ho!
I got some handwashing done, rung and hung in the kitchen.
Then had a funny-moment to myself. I was suddenly aware that there was something important that needed doing. But could I hell as like remember what it was? No! I had a wander around each room. Hoping for some inspiration as to what it was that was so urgent. Nothing generative come across. I stood near the disliked windows and day dreamed-dreamed. In the past, I have had the odd occasion when by thinking of something else to ferret out something from my memory, has worked. So, I mused over Brexit, how we can save the elephants, why am so unlucky, Nottingham Forests Cloughie years and various other things. However, it was no good. I just hoped that whatever it is, is not too important. But I fear it is!
I got the clothes and warm towel and off to the wet room for the ablutionalisationing session. Not exactly the best, but far from the worst. Most of them, due to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing. Dropsies total (5), Gum nicks from doing the teggies (1), shaving cuts (2, one-bad), soap (Not carbolic today I used the lavender) (2), Freshener spray can (1), cleared the top of the floor cabinet using the towel, and No Sock-Glide injuries! Smug-Mode Engaged!
Then, a first for me I think, coming out I trapped a finger (right hand, off-course) in the door, just as Nicodemus was coming back on-line. The Swine! Could’ve waited a few seconds, didn’t half make me jump! Hehehe!
Apart from a bit pale again, the legs were still looking good!
I got dressed and made up two black bags, and a recycling one then took them to the waste chute room.
Came back, and spotted some marls on the kitchen floor where the bags must have spilt something as I swapped them. So, I got a cloth and using the Flash spray, I got down to clean up the marks. Jehosaphat! I had a job getting back up on my feet afterwards! Pain and an Agrhhallurgha and a few curses were uttered!
On the computer again. Updated this to here, then checked the Amazon deliveries tracker! The dropper bottles wi;; be here by 20:00hrs estimated, and the Olive oil, by 21:00hrs.
I went onto CorelDraw to do page top graphics, I’ve just used the last one on here. Many hours later I’d gt some done, but the weariness was dawning.
Got the nosh cooking, fish and sweet in the oven and mini brown and red tomatoes ready to slice in half.
Turned everything off. And served it up on the tray, then turned on the TV, and Freeview was down. So, I forgot all about the nosh going cold in the kitchen Grumpworthiness! And did a Retune.
- When it was done, instead of the usual 240 programmes, I had 82, with channels 21 & 31, my most viewed (well, fell asleep by) ones, missing along with many others!
- Thought I must have made some wrong options setting it up, so tried again. Taking my time in which choices I made.
- This time a message suggesting that I do a First-Time installation appeared, so I did! ‘No option available for East Midlands this time’.
- Getting betterer, I then had 186 channels, but still no 21 or 31, and no BBC1 and others.
- Another retune was done, via the updating option. I chose the UK, – England, – East Midlands. And swore under my breathe!
- Aha! Gorrit! All back on, but some channels were a bit pixilated.
Then I finally remembered my dinner! It looked alright on the plate, but cold. I didn’t mind the raw peas, fish-sticks, tomatoes, radishes, red onions or beetroot; but the gone cool leeks, mushrooms, peas and smoked haddock was too much to eat!
I did eat some of it, not much mind. The majority of it found its way into the waste bin bag! Sob! I kept the yoghourt and potato cakes to nibble later on and got the pots washed.
Took the medications, and turned back on the computer, to look at the Amazon tracker. Approximately 2 hours, I guessed at and assessed on the graph. Now the problem of NOT falling asleep arose!
I selected programs with sub-titles, 5 USA, to watch some Law & Order episodes. Then I didn’t need the headphones on, so could hear when the Intercom or door chimes were activated. (Cunning plan, eh?) But, the sub-titles were very small, and I could not read them in time. I opted for some documentary stuff on channel 25 to watch.
Despite my best-laid-plans, I did nod-off a few times. Gerumbulations! Each time I woke up from a mini-dose-off, I got up and checked the front door, in case the parcels might have been left.
I reckon I must have dosed a good few times without realising it, for it was getting very late now.
I checked on the tracker again. It said the goods have been delivered! That’s a problem you see, here in the flats. Someone thinking they are being helpful, see a deliveryman-like-looking person with a parcel in their hands and let them in the foyer door. Which means, the intercom (I checked that, ‘No Missed Calls’) is not used, so I am not alerted. The door chimes, if both are pressed, usually I can hear? The solution? Don’t allow deafies to come live in the apartments, especially those who keep dropping off to sleep! Oh, hang on, that’s me! Hahaha!
I checked outside the door, and there were the parcels. Well, it might have taken a few problems and Whoopsiedangleplops, but I think I now have enough ear dosing olive oil, and the means to apply it, to last me for the rest of my life. Be Prepared! And I wasn’t a Boy Scout! Life Boys then Boys Brigade for me, (I liked the uniform and the walking the streets playing the drums!)
Those were the days! It didn’t last though, I got a walk-on part in a play, and knocked a candle over on my exit, and suffered the ignominy of being sacked for the first time! Well, they wouldn’t allow a lit candle as part of the scenery nowadays in kids plays. All signs of my future Whoopsiedangleplops developing! Hahahahaha!
I opened the parcels checks the content, all looked good to me. Placed them in the third-down medicines drawer, and exhausted (mentally).
I got down again in the £300, second-hand, c1968, obnoxiously-yucky beige-coloured recliner.
At last, Zzzz!
To the wetroom for the Throne usage. But, no chance, solid as a rock! 
23:25hrs: Up, got my balance and off to the Porcelain Throne. Nothing happened! Plenty of wind escaping, but that was all. To the kitchen to make a brew and take the medications. To the computer to do some graphic page tops to use.
Made a start on this post. Not feeling in the least bit confident and a self-loathing was building up. I was generally emitting a sort of nervous timorousness. Another sudden change, same as yesterday? I’m feeling whacked out, wan, and weary! 
Finally, I got cleaned up and around to doing the teggies and shaving. The session had not exactly had the least dropsies and injuries! Dropped the toothbrush, then the razors (3), had a decent hard-to-stop-bleeding cut on the side of the head shaving, too! 
However, contrastingly, on the other hand, for a nice change, the battle with the Sock-Glide was Accifauxpa and injury-free! Exceeding one’s expectations! Whee-ha! 
out to the shops to buy some olive oil for the ears, anti-Saccades-Sandra eye-drops, and call at the dentist, to rebook again! But no! Of course not! Grumph!
I thought I’d get the kitchen floor mopped-up, Fool! Halfway-through, I started to clean the electric fire hearth? 
I took some black bags and put them down the chute on the way down. In the Woodthorpe link corridor door window, I espied a chap through the window. It looked like he was driving his possibly petrol-powered ancient four-wheeled disabled person perambulator? 
Hehehe!
There was no time to take many photographs. I had a lot of places to visit.
managed to get to the flats, with heavy eyelids. 
As I walked through the link-passage through Windwood Court. d 
I got the fodder out alongside the prescriptions and checked them through. The mushrooms have a lot of peat bits on them, but that’s just how Asda (Walmart) are. 
A check of the receipts next. I thought the £4 from Boots for 100ml of ear wax was excessive, but then again it is not what I wanted, pure olive oil, This’s something else. 
Back to the nosh. (I keep getting side-tracked today!) The overall rating for flavour was 7/10. The mushrooms and leeks were grand! The anchovies had tiny soft bones in them, and not many were nibbled for that reason. The cheap fish sticks were unexpectedly pleasantly tasty! The black tomatoes were the best tasting I’ve ever had. Mmm! The chicken thighs were left alone after one nibble and binned. The beetroot and Marmite cheese disc were fine. 
An artistic cross had been implanted on my left knee. By the underside of the different tray, that I had used to eat the nosh off of. Hahaha! And I noticed that I had still got the short bamboo socks on! Getting them off was no mean feat! 
02:05hrs: I woke and immediately attempted to disentangle my warped, flobby-bellied body, from the c1968, second-hand, £300, rickety recliner to respond to the call to the Porcelain Throne, which was not an easy task! For the limbs were spread about, in positions that I could never physically get them into when conscious. The left leg over the arm of the chair, dangling on the other chair. The right arm bent underneath my body-mass, the torso with the bum, almost off of the cushion. How did I get like this? Noctambulation, or Nocturnal nibbling? 
he newspaper shop as well. With a winning record of over 40%, you can’t blame him. He’s the only bloke I know who makes a profit on the lottery. So it’s just as well he is a born philargyrist. I am awful!
kettle on. (I good at this. Har-har!) 
This pack had 
even more tablets mixed in different days and stuck, hidden underneath the cellophane, than last weeks did! You’ve got to admit, that the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Nottingham NG5 2D, are a cut above other bad chemists, with their consistently uncaring nature, and dedication to crap, life-threatening service. Just thought I’d mention them, in case I forgot to earlier. I’d hate to die through taking the wrong medications, and them to get away scot-free with it!
Turned everything off, and got the Ablutions sorted out. What a miracle session! Only one shaving cut and four dropsies. The Sock-Glide battle was a draw! Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harold’s Haemorrhoids were bloodless as well! 
and I listened to the Intercom ringing. I had to tell Jane and ring off; it was someone from the Falls Team arriving. He asked me to do a survey and questionnaire (these seem to be coming in thick and fast!) Tsk! Off he trotted, telling me the paperwork will be posted to me?
so it seemed, anyway. A regular Sherwood pavement cyclist I noticed over the road, had been joined, by a young make oink of a scooter-rider today.
I guessed that the L9 would not be on time with all the roadworks the poor drivers have to put up with. I began to talk with a lady who arrived, and the stuttering was still with me. 
I later found these pictures I’d taken of the food I’d bought. But can I remember taking them? No! 
Then got the meal served up. This turned out to be a Flavour Rating of 9.25/10 dinner! Not perfect, the sweet potatoes somewhat burnt, but that suited me, they tasted wonderful! The beetroots were well-cooked and soft! The brown tomatoes, peas, mushrooms delightful! The pretend fish and leeks were also lip-smackingly good! And, I think the few anchovies, and the Marmite cheese, rounded things off nicely? 
02:15hrs: I woke in a depressional gulley, and felt awfully low. Why? I don’t know! I laid there a while, not moving, and hardly interested being bothered to breathe, let alone getting up and doing anything!
As I was catching my balance, stick in hand, the summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so, off to the wet room. A damned fine session today. No bleeding from anywhere, not too messy and I didn’t drop or knock anything over! Fair enough, I did stub my toe against the shower chair, but it was the right foot, and thanks to Nicodemus Neurotransmitters being on strike at that moment, there was hardly any pain! Hehehe! I shouldn’t laugh, when they start working again, the belated message will be sent to the brain (No wonder I get confused!), and the twinges will be felt then. Grubbulisations! 
I got some of Josie’s dinner cooking, and the landline flashed and rang. It was Sister Jane. I’m afraid I could not hear everything she was saying, she was talking as fast as our Auntie Bobbie. (Hehe!) But, my being not log out of the showering session, I did not have my hearing aids in. I must ring her back! (I forgot when I fell asleep later, Oh, dearie me, in trouble again methinks!)
I got the handwashing done, rung and hung. All over the flat in different rooms, it was hanging. 
I pressed on making the meal. I moved the five-beans, baked (burnt) parsnips, potatoes and garden peas into one saucepan, flavoured with black bean sauce. 
I got the meal into the front room, put it down, and the telephone chirped and flashed! It was the Amazon delivery. (Don’t I have a lot of bad timing lately? Humph!) 
01:10hrs: Once again, the sleep came in sessions of a few minutes, struggling to get back to kip, and waking-up again. I’m getting fed up with this. So very Agravannoying! I gave up trying to sleep, and rose from the second-hand, £300 recliner, that Brother-in-law Pete broke while he was flat sitting and stealing my valuables and cash. A rarity of late, a wee-wee was needed. So, I got the stick, caught my balance and hobbled quite quickly to the wet room. I noticed that the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) had not been used yestereve again. 
In the wetroom, things got a bit messy. As I whipped down the PP’s, I felt the congealed blood pull away from Little Inchies lesion, causing a spurting of the red stuff and an “Ooyee!” from me, as I took the pee! The wee-wee was another surprise, it was of the BOBSL (Blasting-Out-But-Short-Lived) variety. So different from the last two days weak unwilling, rare trickles. 
The stinging from Little Inchies fungal lesion as easing off, at least. I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and decided to move the trousers and other handwashing from yesterday, near the heater now they were only damp, they would not leak onto the wall heater. 
I checked out Little Inchies Fungal lesion, and I was so pleased to see things had not restarted bleeding. I removed the Alginate dressing, (There went my pretending to be well-endowed!)
Back to the near cold tea, and started to do some work on the CorelDraw, to make a page top graphic. This took me over an hour, which was too long. I must think about this graphicationalisationing lark, enjoyable to me as it is doing them, I can no longer cope with them. After which I started on the updating of the Thursday blog. 
Some other residents arrived while I was outside. Welsh William, who lept an eye on me in case the door swipe would not let me back in, and the bookies dread, Malcolm sat with two other unknown to me tenants, and they had a chinwag while waiting to go out for the bus. I went to join in, but it became apparent that my having to keep moving to avoid Arthur Itis’s knees stiffening, and sadly my Stuttering Stephany affliction, was not appreciated. So, I left them to it and poddled to Winchester Court. Plenty of folk about, but none of them was interested in a chinwag. The thought of going out in the ‘Get-You-Wet’ rain for the bus didn’t encourage any nattering. 
I got off the bus last on Parliament Street. Just as well I did alight last, I might have got crushed or trampled in the mad rush off of the vehicle! 
I tried to get under shelter to take the Slab Square photos. You would not believe how cold the fingers were, and I had just removed the woolly gloves to take this picture of them poor digits. 
I got to the Queen Street bus stop, and Shirley joined me. We nattered and caught the bus home. She wisely sat at the back of the bus, so, no nattering again. Out came the crossword book, this time with a modicum of success! My pedagogical limitations on other clues were there normal sort of, ‘Blankness’ mode. Many of the unfinished puzzles were tackled again, but my failure caused dysbulia, and I gave up!
As usual, I got off of the bus at Winwood Heights last. The others who got off first were encouraged by the wind and rain to shoot inside rapidly. 
and. Dettol disinfectant, disposable razors, spray bleach, and sliced Wholemeal rolls. Then the Bargain Shop purchasers: The brown extra-large Throw, Woolite Dark, Oxo vegetable cubes, a jar of beetroot, and a pair of scissors. 
00:30hrs: I stirred and passed wind, the gurgling, bubbling and churning from the innards, convinced me to rise and get to the Porcelain Throne with some haste. 
The visit to the wet room proved a total failure, despite the gurgling from within, and escapages of wind, there was no movement whatsoever. Still, I got a couple of answers on the crossword done. Haha! 
Off to the kitchen, got the kettle on and sorted out the hanging to dry washing. I did note that the shirts seemed to have regained some of their original colour, (All bar the expensive brown thin one, that changed to green!) which initially baffled me a bit. Then I recalled that I’d used the Woolite liquid I bought so cheaply from the Bargain Shop.
A glance at the bottle labels, and I noted it claimed to Revive Colours of darks. Blimey, a product claim that is true and works! Well, I never! I bet when I can get back to the store to get some more, it’ll have sold out! It’s bound to, my luck ain’t that good! Hahaha!
As I took the tea back to the computer, I saw that I had gained some more bruises on the arm this time. What causes this, which of the ailments are to blame is another mystery of my beloved Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, illusions, delusions, and hallucinations, rife. Amongst my vague, palaverous, chimerical, inconsequential, torturous fight for existence! Back to the bruising. I looked up what might cause them: Medications that cause easy bruising, include Warfarin, Thrombosis, and Clopidogrel; Huh! I’ve got ’em all! So it should be expected to bruise easily. Which I do. There you are, at last, I’ve found something I’m good at! Gasconade Moment Enjoyed!
Made a brew, and took some leaflets back to the computer with me. In a vain hope to get some clues as to which tablet is which. 
The non-activity from the rear-end, might be partly through my having tried the Halloumi Fries, from Iceland last night? They were not cheap at £3 for 190g, but something told me they might taste good, and they did! According to the label, the only content was Halloumi Cheese? I looked it up and found it contains 
As I went to get some mushrooms and leeks into the crock-pot ready to put on when I go out later, Toothache Tim and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley both kicked off! I put some light soy sauce and red sea salt in with the food – now all I have to dop is remember to put in on a low-setting, and turn on the pot as I leave the flat. Are you offering any odds on my not forgetting? 
Down in the lift and walked along Chestnut Way, no raining, and it didn’t feel too cold, by the time I got to the end of the road and turned down Winchester Street, the pavement was again blocked by vehicles. So, more of the risky, life-threatening as I had to go on the road to get by. Harumph!
They will contact me to arrange an appointment, and put me on a weekly ‘training’ course, locally, for 19 weeks.
I limped slowly, deep in thought, then along to the Lidl Store. Not many customers about this morning. I got inside and had a meander around, looking for bargains or some tasty-looking treats. I resisted the temptation of looking at the cream cakes, for those are a definite no-no from now on, I think.
Crossed over the road and made my way up to the L9 bus stop. Where I was greatly cheered to see Margaret and Doris amongst others, sat there at the shelter. I mentioned the diagnosis. Someone said: “Your not the luckiest of buggers are you?” Nayer a truer word spoken mate! Margaret, with her deadpan delivery, soon had me laughing as we nattered on. Bless her! 
building, Generalfeldmarschalless Warden and desk-top dancer Julie opened the fire door to remind me to get the key-fob done. 
The fob was soon done, then I made my way back to the flat through the link-passageway. During which, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley enjoyed herself with a rather intense bit of quagswagging.Not for long, though. I got to the Woodthorpe Court lift lobby, and into the cage, and up to the flat, without seeing anyone whatsoever.
The first job, I got some parsnips chopped and in the pan simmering with some sea-salt. 
Yuk! The movement flowed, stutteringly, I think that’s the right word. Being an algophilist, I almost welcomed the otalgia that kicked off in the left earhole! It distracted me from the totally antipodal evacuation I was going through. The Senna (it seemed) was suddenly working, and boy did it! The complete reversal had given me a messy, sticky, pongy and smeared with specks of blood experience. Sounds awful, doesn’t it? The innards churned and ached for the whole lengthy, stop-start process. I actually felt a bit weak when it was all over. No more Sennas or Movicol needed today then! 
I still don’t know for certain if I have taken the right tablets or not. 
. Jammie bottoms, long bamboo socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were soon done, rung and hung. I like these new coat hangars, with the non-slip crossbar on them. The right knee was just as bad.
A go on the TFZer Facebooking next. 
Ablutionisationalistic duties next: Astounding! Total dropsies: Three! Honestly! The sock-glide was bit bother-ridden, but no injuries to report. No cuts shaving! And the legs (Sorry for the lousy photo, got the shakes), were looking much better. I think the Bamboo socks are really helping with the Clopidogrel. I can’t believe how well the session went! 
needed! 
Down to the ground floor, and though the lovely warmth of the link passage to Winwood Court.
normal as I can expect). 
Then crossed the road and I limped along the very wet and puddled, Glasshouse Street, and on to the Aldi store on Huntingdon Street. Where I spent a lot of cash, buying far too much stuff, as I saw various treats and weakened. Caramelised biscuits, lemon fool desserts, Room sprays, cheese, cobs and tomatoes. As well as the garden peas and Sourdough baguette that I had gone there for in the first place. Sad, innit? The trolley bag was filled, and I had to use a durable bag and hung it on a handlebar of the trolley-guide. 
Centre. 
I cut through the shopping mall and out onto Mansfield Road. Out into the precipitation again, a chap held the door open for me too. Thank you, mate! Then another bit of happy-making, I saw my first smile of the day! From the gal in this photo at the back. 
Down the hill and through to Wheeler Gate, and into the Poundland shop. Where I came out with even more Caramelised biscuits, fabric softener, cobs and more things that I cannot remember now (I lost the receipt). 
Walked around the square, and took some pictures, then up to Queen Street and the bus stop. 
I was the only person at the bus stop, and the bus arrived on time. Sad, that we are to lose the service on the 1st April, or was it March? 
We got inside, and in the link passage, I asked Penny if I could take her photo, for my blog. Penny put on a smile for me, and this is it, open the left. 
I was doing well, physically, and put the stuff away. No guilt at getting so much? Which normally would have shown itself? 
Then, after I’d started to take the oven chips out… thin
Eventually, I got the meal served up. Albeit with far fewer chips (Humph!) 
I found an old, lost-long-ago (Many months!) aged picker-upperer, behind the floor cabinet! So decided to use this, to try and get the hook back in the hole. I would never use the one that Jenny had given me, in case it got broken as I was balancing on the chair. Wallah! The curtain is back to normal! (Head Swanking!) 
I got some graphics done on CorelDraw (two) and started to update the Saturday diary. 
As I finished spreading the Saturday and this morning’s togs all around the flat, I took a picture of the windows, and just as I was pressing the button on the camera, the lights went out, making me jump a bit. Ah, well! No idea what the problem was, but it flashed back into life in a few seconds? Yet another of the mysteries of my beloved Woodthorpe Court, that lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the spacetime continuum. With illusion, delusion, & hallucination, rife! Oh, and the damned ‘Hum’ as a permanent resident! 
As her personal Sunday Chef, I started to make Josie’s lunch. Cheesy potatoes, pickled gherkins. tomatoes, smoked haddock, tuna in brine with Coronation dressing, cheese and a Limoncello dessert. A can of Jack Daniels & coke, oh, and a bar of chocolate. 
I delivered to Josie’s flat. We had a little chinwag and laugh, and I took this photographicalisation. 
I got my meal made on a used, about to throw away foil baking tray. (That’ll save on the washing-up, Snigger!