Woke around 0100hrs, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and to the Porcelain Throne – barely in time, but avoided an Accifauxpa. A longer session this time, it was at least a good half-an-hour before I could be confident enough to return to the chair. This did, however, give me time to scribble some notes about the dreams I’d been having. It is so long since I remembered such detail of any dream. Seems, from the notes: I digested later when the memories had long gone. I was on a spaceship of some sort, with Tony Blair and his entourage, a ship attempted to dock with our vessel. Blair ordered us to shoot it… we oddly had a turret on top of the craft, and that was where I was, it had cling film covered 303 rifles in it as the weapons to use? I couldn’t find any ammunition clips that fitted, though. Dozens of them were laying around that seemed to fit different weapons?
The visiting ship docked and in came John Prescott! Blair immediately denied having any WMD on board, and Prescott hit him one – then insisted we take him to Moscow?
Back and got my head down again.
0300hrs: Wide awake with a jolt. And, once more in need of the temporarily Christened ‘Diarrhoea’s Porcelain Throne’. Hehe! Twenty minutes later, I’d clean things up and was in the kitchen and sorting out this week’s medication pots.
Five more minutes, and I was back on the Porcelain Throne again! Oh heck!
0330hrs: Finished the medication pots off and started the Health Checks. Innards still rumbling away?
The weight keeps going down, mind?
0355hrs: Yes, you’ve guessed it, back on the Throne! I hope like yesterday, as the day goes on things will settle more.
Got Saturday’s diary finished and ready for posting and started this one off.
0450hrs: On the Throne, this time I read about ten pages of the book.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, the morning view was windy and bleak… most fitting under the circumstances I thought? Haha!
0625hrs: Unbelievably, I was back in the wetroom and seated painfully on the Throne yet again! This time, Duodenal Donald joined in giving me some grief. A long one this time. How can this be so, surely there is not that much room in the innards for all this?
0644hrs: Washed up, then creamed and medicated, generous amounts of fresh air spray and disinfectant distributed. Harold’s Haemorrhoids are bleeding more than ever now, Humph!
I’m still drinking a lot of liquids, can’t seem to stop doing so in fact. Tea, mineral water, tap water?
Took an extra Omeprazole to ease Donald a bit, with another cuppa hopefully.
Checked the Emails. Did some WordPress reading. Some good stuff out there today.
Made a Morrison order for next week, in case I’m still limited in my getting out stakes by Diahorrea Derek or Haemorrhoid Harold.
Onto Facebook, fingers crossed that Google doesn’t go unresponsive again, it has done so five times already today!
Gave up on Facebook, every time I go on, Google Chrome freezes or becomes unstable.
Found the consultation on the colour of the flats note.
Dosed often, wherever I was all day? Even on the Throne.
Spent hours nodding watching TV and nodding off for a few minutes regularly.
Dizzy Dennis visited frequently and found myself being tortured inwardly by past errors mistakes and decisions.
Sister Jane phoned to see how I was, nice that.
Much rumbling continued, but the passings stopped for hours.
Tried to do some CorelDrawing.
Recoloured an old TFZ graphic of Lyzzi, but concentration prevented me getting it anywhere near how I wanted it.So gave up on that too.
So gave up on that too.
Made a goodish meal.
The fish was very nice indeed. I also ate it all up and had an apple afterwards.
The sage & onion slices were tasty too.
Fell asleep before I could get the pots to the sink for cleaning.
Woke up around 1900hrs I reckon, didn’t move though, just put the TV on, good police programme on that I had nor seen before, headphones on poured a mug of orange juice and settled to enjoy it.
Nodded off at the first commercial break, woke again around 2300hrs.
The stomach was churning like never before. Took the evening medications very late. Off to the Porcelain Throne, much bleeding so much cleaning and sorting out had to be done.
Feeling rather awake, I got the book, made a mug of tea and settled down for a good read.
Hausa is a Chadic language with about 44 million speakers. It is spoken mainly in northern Nigeria and Niger, and also in Benin, Burkina Faso, Cameroon, the Central African Republic, Chad, Congo, Eritrea, Germany, Ghana, Sudan and Togo.
0315hrs: I stirred to find the footstool cover in a bundle on the carpet? But first things first, an urgent need of the utilisation of the Porcelain Throne had to be responded to, so off to the wetroom I went. Not a pleasant experience, but I got a chance and the time to read the Emotions vade mecumsvade. Again, I reread what I had read to get it to sink into the brain so I could understand what she was writing and getting at. But it’s coming, and I am rather pleased that my persistence and progress, slow as it is.
Cleaned things up after ten minutes efforts and into the kitchen to put the kettle on, do the health checks and take the medications. I got as far as getting the kettle on and had to return to the Throne! A longer session this time, so I enjoyed reading the book again.
Back into the kitchen and did the checks, all right I think. Sys 150, Dia 80, Pulse 86, Temperature 35.5, and the weight down again! 14.59 which was nice, considering I did not have a meal yesterday but did nibble on and off, should I be glad? Took the medications with another anti-diarrhoea capsule.
I felt rather visurient and decided to take a photographicalisation from the balcony of to the North to get the beautiful new greenery in the shot. Got into the front room and noticed the pile on the floor, so investigated.
Sometime during the night I’d wrapped up the slippers in the footstool cover and put it on the floor?
Released and put the slippers on (No wonder I couldn’t find them earlier, Tsk!) and replaced the tartan cover on the stool thingy.
At which time, another demand to use the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to be responded to, back into the wetroom and on with the book again. Getting fed-up with the bowel problems now. But, at least I got some reading in, and the previously copious evacuations had got far less this morning even if they were more frequent.
Out onto the balcony and took the image.
Back to the kitchen to make the mug of tea, No desire for any food at the moment, not even a small pot of porridge interested me.
Got the computer on and as it started, yet another trip to the Throne had to be done. More reading less bothers but unfortunately, things had begun, Haemorrhoid Harold bleeding and cleaning and medicating was needed. So, currently, I thought I was doing well really. Duodenal Donald was being good to me, Arthur Itis very fair, Roger Reflux not bad at all, the right foot wound pain was easing off very well, Hernia Harry was in a good mood with me too. Only Anne Gyna and Diahorrea Derek were really bothersome. I decided to wait and see how things go before opting to risk a walk out today, cause sure as heck I’ll be trouble if the Trots start while I’m out and about. Oh dear!
Apart from Sister Jane and Pete and popping to take the keyboard stickers to Bill in flat 33, I’ve not spoken to or seen anyone for days now. Nice to know I could have been laying dead in the apartment and would have been no bother to anyone. Hehehe!
Got yesterday’s diary and the funny retirement poem finished and posted off.
The innards have started rumbling again now.
Started this post off and did the graphics.
Did some WordPressing, then went on Facebook to catch up with the TFZers.
Started some graphics.
Google Chrome keeps freezing repeatedly? Tsk!
Back to try and get back on. Gave up and got the ablutions done.
Went out for a hobble into Sherwood and back.
I ranged up the hill through my beloved Copse. Bootiful… apart from the beer cans, crisp packets, McDonald’s boxes, plastic coffee cups etcetera.
Tsk!
Up to the path and left down in towards Mansfield Road.
Not too many folks around this lunchtime. But some were being taken a walk by their pet dogs, and I took a while to watch them and their differing antics when it comes to “Running and fetching the ball back” to the owners.
Some did so, some partly so and one actually looked in amazement at its owner, ignored the ball altogether and wandered off to have a pee near the trees. A Scottish Terrier dog that was, I think.
Coming out of Woodthorpe Grange Park, and left up to the hill, a young Pavement Cyclist, who I assumed to be drunk or drugged was swaying all over the place on his little bike.
Up over the hill and down to the shops.
Called into Wilko and got some black refuse sacks.
Then down into the Co-op store and got two cobs, potato waffles, a TV paper and some mushrooms. Got a £1 off my next £5 spend before May 20th voucher with my change.
Left the store and had a very slow hobble up Winchester Street hill.
As I approached the junction, two ‘Pavement Cycling youths passed me, nowhere close to me, mind.
They saw my camera and got off and pushed their bikes near where the pedestrians were. Jolly decent of them I thought. Well done lads!
The woman on the disability scooter banged into one of the chairs and broke it moments later, it would have been good to have caught her in the photo.
Up the hill, looking at flora and fauna occasionally. The legs and feet were not bad at all today.
Finally getting to Chestnut Walk and left down towards the flats. As I walked on the verge looking down through the trees and bushes I came across so much detritus it was disheartening.
As I got near the bird poop covered seat, a squirrel was on the bench, and I decided to try and catch his image…
I was too slow.
Hehehe!
Further to the end to cross over the Walk to the flat entrance doors, and a lovely bird on the grass caught my eye.
It was very windy, and his/her constant moving meant I had to take several shots before I could get one that was reasonable.
Shared the lift with two nurses up to the flat.
First things first, a visit to the Porcelain Throne, nicely times and not too bad a session… still had to clean things mad me up afterwards, though.
So glad I managed not to get caught out on the hobble, cause me taking my time could have cause problems?
Got the purchases out of the bag.
Put the mushrooms with an added tiny tin of peas in the saucepan, got the oven warming up and then the computer on to update this tosh.
Several wee-wees were needed during this process, but no heavy duty session, despite the now rumbling innards again. Humph!
Fish into the heated oven added some of the waffles later, and Heigh-ho, off to the Porcelain Throne. Duodenal Donald had been and was bleeding and so very sore, and a session of mammoth proportions ensued.
Served the meal up, with the rather very much more well-done fish that I would have liked due to the time demands of the last Porcelain Session.
I thought it looked inviting and rather tasty, but the newly inflamed innards would not allow me to risk eating anywhere near all of it.
Somehow I did the health checks in between some false alarms and one or two mammoth, lengthy and messy evacuations. Sorry. It had to be said; I’m in a pickle here! Hehe!
Finally, the stomach seemed to settle down a bit.
Watch some of the “Still Open All Hours” DVD. As for nodding off, the rumbling, rambling, bubbling and grumbling that seemed to be getting suddenly worse again, made sure there was no kipping for ages.
Sister Jane rang to see how I was – I must have looked bad when they visited because she didn’t tell me off about anything? Hehehe!
Somehow I did the health checks in between checking things in the lower region, passing wind and belching.
Whenever sleep arrived, I don’t know, but I was up and on a mission to get to the Porcelain Throne on time at 0300hrs.
0325hrs: The previous four hours had been a terrible nightmare of Diarrhoea Daniel prompted pebble-dashing sessions on the Porcelain Throne. Very slowly, but thankfully these are receding now. How long for I don’t know. Getting far less frequent. Scared to have anything to eat now, though.
Did the Health Checks: Sys 148 – Dia 80 – Pulse 84 – Temp 36.2 – Weight 14.65
Took the morning medications with another ADR capsule, and made a mug of tea.
Updated yesterday’s diary and started this one off. Then off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, mess and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
0405hrs: Off to Pebble-Dash the Porcelain Throne again. Far less urgency, quantity, mayhem and blood this time. On the wane, I think, even if only temporary until the next food intake, the relief is much appreciated.
I banged the right foot on the corner of the cabinet, right on the tender wound scar! I nearly swore I can tell yer! Hehe!
Made another mug of tea, then I thought the view outside warranted an effort at getting a ‘Moody’ photographicalisation. Opened the window to hang out of to take this hopefully masterpiece. And I could hear the bird chicks demanding their breakfast. This was without any hearing aids in.
I don’t think it came out as particularly good, though.
Still, it did give me the opportunity to bang my head on the frame while closing the window. Tsk!
Did some WordPress reading.
What to eat with the least risk to the ‘Trots’ came to mind. I’ve got some Wonky potatoes in the cupboard. I thought I had some rice as Patti Beckert suggested, but can’t find it. Tsk! Will a bit of battered Cod fish and a few boiled potatoes be alright, without any tomatoes, beetroot or other embellishments?
Getting the potatoes in the saucepan on a low light, I came across this misshapen one. Put it in with the others.
Then went on Facebook.
Then started doing some Graphicalisationing. Starting with one of Herr Lynton Cox.
Using a Mad Professor picture from Pixabay.
This is the result.
Hope Lynton likes this.
No calls to the Porcelain Throne in over an hour now, nearly two actually.The rumbling is still there in the innards
The rumbling is still there in the innards mind you, but far less volatile.
Flipping Heck! I just sneezed and found myself in immediate need of visiting for a pebble-dashing session on the Porcelain Throne!
Ten-minute later, I returned to write this paragraph, with water in my eyes! Hehe!
Did another graphicalisation, this one of Martin Shuttlecock.
I made this one into Sepia mode to fit in with the time period that suited it. He’s delivering beetroots with a bottle of Guinness and his trusty dog.
Then I moved on to make a start on a TFZer attempt at humour… but had a diversion again to the Porcelain Throne!
Oh, dear…
So tired and weak feeling.
Sat down and tried to get some rest or even sleep.
Only a few more movements were needed to the Throne, no more than eight or so all night. But the bubbling brewing and rumbling from the innards did not stop at all.
Could not muster any enthusiasm for anything, even thinking went out the window. Hehe!
I could not face doing any ablutions.
Took the medications but didn’t have a meal of sorts, I did nibble all night though, biscuit, crisps, potatoes, iced lolly even a bar of chocolate? A good sign perhaps?
TV on, Dizzy Dennis paid a few visits, and there were many visitations for a wee-wee throughout the night. Hours of nodding off and waking.
Hey-ho!
Today, a day of discomfort, depression and angst popped along,
Devoid of fun, contentment, direction, hope or song,
Not much occurring so this diary cannot be very long,
Times like this, I must have confidence and be strong,
Not like a Hero, to win me a gong,
But accept Whoopsiedangleplops are due to my failings all lifelong,
Porcelain Throne visits are like pebble dashing, and boy does it pong!
It’s payback for the things I’ve failed at and done wrong,
The wind escaping and rumbling innards the whole nightlong,
All night I was worrying and fretting; Why am I not strong?
If I went to Australia, would I recognise a Currajong?
Will Arthur Itis, Duodenal Donald, Dizzy Dennis be on-song?
Will I ever meet an alien, bigfoot, Elvis or King Kong?
Anyway, how does one sound an umlaut or diphthong?
0405hrs: Up, out of the £300 second-hand recliner and off for a wee-wee. Did the ablutions while in the wetroom. Little Inchy not bleeding, but sore as heck, Haemorrhoid Harold leaking just a bit, Duodenal Donald I could sense was getting ready to give me more bother today, and Dennis Dizzy had a go at me twice while I was in there ablutionalisationing.
Did the Health Checks and finalised last week’s log. All right I reckon?
Creamed the areas in need. Took the medications and made a good strong mug of tea.
Viewed the scenery outside and pondered on the plans for the day: Morrison Delivery arriving 0630>0730hrs, wanted to go and feed the ducks various birds at the Nottingham Arboretum, then go to the bank with the details needed and ask them for assistance with changing my address with the new pension company. Oh, I must call Jenny to tell her I will be going to the nosh session and ask her for the number of the computer engineer she recommended a while ago. Also, get some bread and vegetables. Then remembered I’ve to sort all the bank paperwork back into the dedicated folders. Made myself tired thinking of it all. Hehe! I’ll see what gets done eh?
Did some WordPress reading as I waited for the food to arrive – while consuming another mug of tea of course. Then recalled I’d ordered it for Thursday twixt 0800>0900hrs. Huh!
I rang Jenny, and she said the Computer man is no longer working, but she will get a number for another and let me know it later.
Did some Facebooking and then got the things and me ready to set off into town. Took the waste bin bags to the chute and replaced them with new ones ready, and took the empty, cleaned jars with me in the bag.
Down in the lift, met Olive and had a natter with her, then took the jars to the recycling bin and joined several other tenants waiting for the bus in the foyer. Another chinwag I enjoyed.
Caught the L9 to town and dropped off at the terminus.
Crossed over the road by the tram stop, and hobbled down and up the hill to the Nottingham Arboretum Pond area.
Hardly anyone about, apart from students from the local Trent colleges.
Had a pleasant few minutes talking to the Mallard Ducks and their ducklings along with the pigeons who all came boldly to me and dined well.
The baby Mallards showed no fear at all, and even competed with the other birds to get at the food!
Many female University Students about on the way back, in the howling winds and nearly wearing clothes. Hehe!
Hobbled to Victoria Centre (Mall) and called in Tesco. Got some Vegetarian Cottage Pie, a large Quorn one. Selling at £2 from £2.68 on Offer, fresh garden peas and Sourdough Bread.
Wandered up to the Fruit & Veg Market and got a few more pod peas. Wandered around Boots store.
I liked the vehicle the Thai restaurant was using to advertise for themselves.
Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.
Out and over the road to Wilko. Got a reduced throw thingy, £8 down to £4. Body spray at 50p a small can and Citrus air spray on offer from £3 to £1.50.
Then back to the L9 bus stop. Met the lady I chatted with on the way out, and we demolished some of the pod peas between us. Hehe!
A nasty looking accident between a taxi and a bus at the junction of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street.
Chinwagged and had a laugh with the lady tenant en route home.
I stayed on the bus and went on into Sherwood, to the bank.
Gave a bloke the details as requested while the two people that had been dealing with my problems stood behind with some paperwork sorting – they did not even acknowledge me. I bet something else will be needed or go wrong and either Christine the advisor or Lisa the manager will be in touch again within a week or so. No confidence in them at all.
Took this zoomed-on picture of the far end up the hill, of Dornoch Avenue. Poor folks dwellings at the bottom, wealthy ones at the top?
Hobbled up Winchester Street Hill to the flat. Where I met a bloke who asked me to order some white on black keypad stickers for him from eBay. Said I would.
Got in and had a wee-wee, put the bits away and got the pod peas cooking, then put the Cottage Pie in the oven. (Although I failed to put the power on to the cooker, so an hour or so later I turned off the peas and heated the oven properly and waited for it to heat up. Twit!)
Ordered the things for the chap, but not on eBay but Amazon, where I found them cheaper for him.
Got a message back from Amazon – order refused – I’d used the old bank card. Humph! Went back to the site and changed to the new card. Then did the order again, cause it was refused again. Tsk! Finally got confirmation it had been taken alright. After two hours of faffing around.
Updated this article.
Went on Facebook while the oven heated up.
I’d grated some strong cheese on the top of the mashed potatoes on the ‘On Offer Priced’ Quorn Pie. Put some demerara sugar in with the podded peas.
I have to say, it was a yummy meal, one of the best for a while.
Rated this one at worthy 9.55/10. Hope that they are still on offer next time I go to Tesco again.
A Torchwood DVD was watched for a while from the box set. I think this series got worse the longer it ran, too complicated for me to follow.
Turned to the gogglebox later, and started the nodding off for a few minutes, wake up to find another programme on now, repetitions routine. Tsk!
Nipped into the kitchen to get a mug of orange juice from the fridge…
Whoopsiedangleplop / Accifauxpa time had arrived!I decided to wash the pots while in the kitchen… cut down the finger nail again with a knife, banged right knee of the cupboard door under the sink and overfilled the orange juice in the mug and had a right mess to clean up!
Back to the £300 second-hand recliner, I turned off the TV and settled, soon started to drift off… Then the fretting began: ‘Did I turn off the tap?’, ‘Did I close the fridge door properly?’, ‘Did I leave the light on?’, ‘Did I leave the plug in the sink’ and ‘Did I leave the stove on?’… I could not settle until these worries were resolved.
Just had to go to investigate. That was when I stubbed my toe on the heater leg. Not just a standard stub, oh, no… this one almost made me yell out with agony!
Took an extra Codeine Phosphate and rubbed some pain gel on the tootsies and back to the £300 second-hand recliner and tried to relax again… Huh, as if!
Then, started worrying about my needless, or was it, worrying again? Everything that came into my mind seemed of a concerning, panicky, trepidation or consternation… was I turning into a masochist? Then I could not remember if I checked all my previous concerns in the kitchen, out of the recliner, limping a little more now after the good stubbing and checked the things…
I’d left the small ring on the cooker on. Turned it off, and once again returned limpingly to the chair with hopes of sleep foremost in my mind and seeking imperturbation.
0400hrs: Woke with a start, the dream I was having fresh in my mind, wrote down notes first thing I did. Then out of the £300 second-hand recliner and got on the computer to make a representation, best I could, of the dream.
I was out in the rain, trying to creosote a new garden shed in someone’s garden. With ogres (They didn’t look like these in the picture, but were not far off) in the background encouraging me with friendly ugs and growls that were not threatening at all, they seemed to be really intent on my succeeding with this impossible mission to get the shed creosoted? I recall I was licking the liquid as it splashed onto me? Every time I swiped the brush down the wood, it vanished? Ah. well.
After doing the graphic, I tried to sort myself out. No rubbish around the chair this morning, the washing from last nights meal had been all done and sorted, though I cannot remember doing it? But I do recall how tasty it was. I must try these Quorn imitation Beef Steaks again when they are on offer.
A visit to the porcelain throne went well, very well. No more bleeding from anywhere either.
Espied some more bits of the foil-like stuff from the laundry room on the carpet?
Perhaps one of the machine drums is flaking bits off? I’ll have a look when I’m down again.
Could it be we are bringing it up on our shoes as well as the washed clothes? Inspector Inchcock will investigate! Haha!
I got the new potatoes in the Crock-Pot on low and shelled the last of the pod peas and into the saucepan with some demerara sugar added ready to simmer later.
Made a mug of tea and got the Health-Checks done. Sys 161, Dia 87, Pulse 96, Temperature 35.9, Weight 14.72.
Took the medications with the tea for a change.
Went to turn off the storage heater in the hallway as part of the enforced economy drive, and found a note had been posted through the letter box. I nearly picked up the phone to let Jenny (I keep calling her Penny for some reason, and she doesn’t like it at all, Tsk!) know, that I will be going but realised how early it was in time and stopped myself. Whoopsiedangleplop prevented there! Phew!
The computer utilised to update and finalise the last diary and to start this one off. I enjoyed making the graphic of the dream.
Then I did some WordPress reading.
Hung out of the window to see if the Morrison van was arriving, then like a shot me keen, alert mind realised it was Sunday, and I had the Morrison delivery yesterday.
Made a clot of myself when answering one of the comments from Orb80, trying to spell aurevoiur, and the spellchecker didn’t suggest what I wanted. Found out it should have been Au Revoir eventually. Tsk!
Then I tried one of the dream interpretation sites with details of last night’s dream and got this back:
So, it seems I need a good emotional cleaning – I’m having secrets kept from me – The place within my psyche to store my ideas? – I might, have a bloom in my life, or need one – and: It’s time to cultivate a new relationship and nurture and grow aspects of my life.
Clear as mud, that. Yet interesting all the same.
Got the pod peas simmering in the pan, then went of Facebooking.
Did some Graphicalisationing. TFZer Sandie and me in the Woods with her car. Hehe!
Got the meal sorted.
Very passable indeed. I cooked the last of the peas instead of having them raw for a change.
Watched some DVD without falling asleep.
Changed to TV to watch some football and a film.
Still didn’t fall asleep. In fact, I became unsure of when the next INR blood test and the visit to the bank were – got the computer on to check the calendar – and it wouldn’t load, the working symbol came on and nothing else? Turned all the power off and tried again, and it loaded? Oh dear!
Settled in the £300 second-hand recliner again and watched som more TV – still not nodding off?
Don’t know when, but it must have been hours later I drifted off into slumber.
0400hrs: After lying for a good while trying to recall the dreams, without much luck, I rose and disentangled myself from the £300 second-hand recliner to go for a wee-wee.
Immediately I put on the footwear, the mystery of last night’s escaped potato was solved. I found it in the slipper and squashed it with my tootsies. I took the slipper with me into the wetroom and cleaned it along with my toes. Not easy getting down to clean out the potato flesh under the nail I can tell you. Tsk!
This reminded me that Susan, the foot lady, podiatrist, foot doctor, or chiropodist is due this coming Wednesday. I made sure I put her payment money on the side, so as not to forget it when she arrives.
Performed the Porcelain Throne duties without finding anything bleeding at all… Good start I thought.
Carried out the sorting of next weeks medication pots then did the Health Checks.
The Sys was up again, but the weight was down once more.
I suppose all the hassle and hobbling around I’ve done over the last two days must have helped in this reduction?
Made a mug of tea and took the photograph at the top and added the potato. Hehe!
Duodenal Donald, who had not bothered me up until now this morning, started to kick in with some terrible stabs, so I took an extra Omeprazole capsule and a big gulp of the Antacid. I know they took me off Aludrox ages ago because it was they thought, causing constipation and diarrhoea. But at least it was effective-ish. Wish I had some now. Hey-ho!
I finished and posted yesterday’s diary and started this one off.
Did some WordPress reading.
Went on Facebook.
Started to create some graphics to use on the TFZer site and for Lynton and Martin.
Then did this one for the TFZers.
Started another one off.
CorelDraw 2017 froze. Gave up.
An idle afternoon, Facebooking, WordPressing, passing wind, YouTube and general internet searching.
Got the meal sorted.
Settled to watch a DVD and drifted off before it had loaded on the machine thingy…
And had a dream that kept changing all the time from one scenario to another.
One, I was back in school, all the bad things being recalled, but I was still old? Then into what was like a Western Movie and I was directing it. I played a bit part as a saloon seller, and they kept shouting at me for my bad German accent?
Back to school, some horrendous memories were relived and Dad came into it and seemed so genuine and real.
Back to the cowboys, now I was a blacksmith… Lots of other things took place I’m sure, but only these bits stayed with me.
Back to school, a fire down in the boiler room.
Lots of other things took place I’m sure, but only these bits stayed with me.
Came out of the dream and Jonathan Creek was on the TV screen, the first episode just finishing, so I knew I’d been dreaming for about an hour?
Went in to clean the pots I’d left in the sink – and found I’d left the hot tap running again! Humph!
Had a stand-up wash and shave using water heated in the kettle and saucepans.
Head down to get some rest and panic… Did I turn off the cooker? Did a turn off the heater in the wetroom? I had to check these out. All okay.
Head down again and woke again… Did I close the kitchen window? Did I lock the door? Did I leave the fridge door open?
Falling asleep so early last night (Mind you, I needed it), I woke around 0100hrs and drifted in and out of slumber repeatedly until 0345hrs. When a demand from the rumbling innards for me to make use of the Porcelain Throne arrived, the £300 second-hand recliner shudderingly let me out to get to the wetroom. Whoopsiedangleplop! Found I’d left the convector wall heater blasting away again!
I found that Duodenal Donald was easier this morning, Anne Gyna a bit of a hassle, Arthur Itis was being so kind to me, Roger Reflux rumbling silently and no Dennis Dizzies at all. Haemorrhoid Harold had and was bleeding plenteously internally. Cleaned up and donned a pair of the protection pants.
At one point I wondered if I was becoming algophilic. Thought about it, started the computer and looked up algophilic. How did I know this word?
Kettle on and did the Health Checks. Looking good I thought?
Made a mug of tea and took the medications and got this days graphic done and started it up to here. Then finished yesterday’s off and posted it.
I did some WordPress reading then updated this post.
Decided I wanted to go to town today, to the fruit & veg market and try to get some pod peas and take some photographicalisations for the TFZers and this post.
Came across and watched a short documentary about Madeleine McCann.
A quick bash on Facebooking and on to getting the ablutions done. Hurridly got the bin bags into the chute and was all ready and set off out.
Nice chinwag with some other tenants while we waited for the bus. Did some cross wording en route.
Dropped off the bus and made my way into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
Up to the market and invested in a few Egyptian pod peas.
Wandered around and got a pair of trousers as well.
Along and down into the HMV shops for a nosey around, I didn’t buy anything, though.
Called in Tesco and got
Out onto Mansfield Road, noticing that the American Diner that had occupied several units had now closed down.
They had put up posters for some of the other food outlets in the empty windows.
Last week there were about 90 chairs and tables in this space.
Rather sad.
Crossed over at the end of Milton Street, into Clumber Street.N
Not so many people about as usual for a Friday I thought.
I meandered down to the rear of the Council House and looked in the windows of the tobacconists, Gauntley’s.
I still miss my pipe and baccy, even after all these years.
Sad innit?a V
I moved around the end of the road and took this photographicalisation of the ‘Little John’ bell-dome.
Apparently, it is the deepest-toned bell in the country.
Nottingham is famous for its local hero Robin Hood whose favourite Lieutenant was called Little John in deference to his large stature. It is with this connection that the bell was named ‘Little John’. It is hung in the great dome of the Council House in Market Square in the centre of the city and weighs 10 and a half tonnes. Within this dome is also a clock which was made in 1926 by William Cope the nephew of the founders of G. & F. Cope. (clockmakers of Nottingham). He managed to combine the movement of this clock to the striking of the bell from which time it has chimed on time constantly and is considered the largest most accurate electric chiming clock in the world.
Just thought I’d mention it like.
Had a limping stroll around the side streets nearby, spotting a few more closed down retail outlets on many of them.
There were many buildings designed by Nottingham architect Watson Fothergill still going strong.B
I have a liking for his work and style.B
He was Christened Fothergill Watson, but he decided to change the names around to Fothergill Watson in later life.
The feet were soon giving me some jip, but Duodenal Donald had eased off a lot. The extra Omeprazole and Codeine seems to have worked?
As I turned right down St Peter’s Gate at the end of Bridlesmith Gate and came across this chap trading in an old telephone box as a coffee shop.
I’ve seen this sort of thing on the TV, but this is the first time I’ve come across it in real life. Amazing!
Further down the hill, there were several of Watson’s designed buildings again.
Brilliantly artistic or what?
I called into Marks & Sparks at the bottom, went into the food hall for a look see.
Again, I didn’t buy anything, just nosed around.
Came out and donated to a Big Issue seller and along up through Exchange walk to the Slab Square.
You can see another one of Watson’s wonderful designs in the centre back of this photographicalisation. It was called originally, ‘Prudential House’ and the insurance company owned it all to start with. I wonder if they are still going or have they been sold off?
I took this one of the well-wrapped-up Nottingham citizenry and the two trams on South Parade platforms, as I hobbled over the road.
Bit nippy this midday now.
Walked over the square, avoiding a pavement cyclist who nearly had me over.
Tsk!
At the bottom of Queen Street King Street junction, I took the picture. The old Prudential House building on the left side. Those of Fothergill’s on the right have had some units modernised between his designed ones – looks terrible doesn’t it, all that glass between the beauty of his brickwork style buildings?
I turned while on King Street and took a photo of the Council House, and Little John’s dome showing the clock and flag.
Then I decided as the bus was not due for ages yet, I’d pop into the Primark Store to see if they had any long sleeve tea-shirts in stock. They hadn’t, but I had a wander around anyway. And yet once again… bought nothing!
Caught the L9 bus back home. Tired feet aching and stinging chronically.
Picked up the four letters received at the door on entry, had a wee-wee, got the kettle on, and decided to mop the kitchen floor, cause it looked a bit grotty.
Managed to catch Arthur Itis’s attack on my fingers as I took the photographicalisation when it was cleaned and done.
Noticed the letters that I’d forgotten about, so perused them.
Nottingham City Homes, British Gas and Severn Trent all confirming the new bank details for the Direct Debit. The GUM Clinic confirming my being on the procedure list and the need to continue with the check visits.
Got on with updating this article.
Readied the meal, while cleaning the apple divider, I learnt something that I think it prudent that I should pass on to others.
The blades are so easy to cut oneself on when drying the contraption.
End of message. Hehe!
Did some Facebooking.
Got a phone call, it was from the bank manageress who was not available yesterday, a Courtesy call she said. She wanted to see me Like I wanted to see her yesterday… Come on Inchy, no snide remarks, please!
She suggested next Tuesday, I asked what time, she said around 0400hrs, I said that is no good too late for me – We made arrangements for me to visit her next Friday at 1030hrs. She wants to talk over options, Direct Debits etc, and a possible investment account opening. I could smell the money signs in her eyes… No, no! Come on Inchy, no snide remarks, please!
Served up the fodder on a tray on my knees and watched some DVD.
During the process of dining, I got the dizzies and shakes for a few seconds and one potato freed itself from the fork prongs and escaped; disappearing down onto the floor via my chest, tummy, and legs. After a messy getting out of the £300 second-hand recliner, searching, removing the chair cover, moving the chair, combing the immediate area, I even got down (Which was far easier than getting back up again, Hehe!) and shone the torch underneath the £300 second-hand recliner. But all my efforts to find and retrieve the escapee tuber were fruitless!
Once again, the planned watching of the Jonathan Creek episodes proved difficult as the nodding off and waking up, the rewinding then starting the link all over again got me annoyed with myself, and I soon gave up and drifted off into sleep within seconds I think.
0300hrs: Woke, reluctantly, tried to get back to sleep, knew I’d been dreaming, but again, no memories of them. I hate that. Hehe! Gave up trying to nod off again when the urge to visit the porcelain throne appeared.
Flipping cold this morning.
Out of the £300 second-hand recliner and nearly went over as Dizzy Dennis caught me unawares as I dismounted. Onto the throne and Duodenal Donald kicked in and the stomach rumbling began. Thought about how I enjoyed yesterday’s Fish and Chip meal and how foolish I was to have gone for it.
Carried out the Health Checks and printed the last few day off so as to show the doctor later on.
All those 163 to 174 Sys readings and then it goes down to 155 on the day I go to see the Doctor? Humph! The weight down a bit again too, mind you, I got onto the scales after the Porcelain Throne session.
Took the medications.
I threw back the curtains as it began to get lighter, and realised why it was so nippy, I’d left the window open!
Humph!
Did some WordPress reading done, made a mug of strong tea… during which I had to make a rather hasty a trip back to the porcelain… just in time! Great! The runs, on a day I’ve got to go to the surgery, chemist, back for the Social Hour, back out to the bank, then the clinic!
Back to put the above photograph on here, and noticed some smoke in it, left of the right curtain.
Got a close-up of it from the kitchen window.
No emergency lights were showing. Looked like it was on the housing estate?
Got the paperwork for the day’s needs, Surgery, Bank and Clinic into a folder, put the raffle prizes and nibbles in the bag for the Social Hour and staff. Realised I had not booked an appointment with the Doctor’s Nurse for the Tuesday INR Blood Test… Huh! I’ll have to go to the City Hospital for it then. Far too late to get an appointment for Tuesday now. Hey-ho!
Made some reminder notes to take with me to avoid forgetting to mention something to the Doctor.
Updated this twollop.
Ablutions tended to.
Remembered to gather the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop to take them with me – plan to walk up through the park, up over the hill and to the surgery.
Set out and went the wrong way, half way along Chestnut Walk, I stopped and walked back in the opposite direction, so as to go to the Nottingham Hospice shop – stopped again when I realised I’d put their stuff in the wrong bag, and went back in the original direction. I’ll bet someone was watching and thinking; Look at that fool, what’s he up to now? Hehe!
Plenty of time to spare so I took a nice steady hobble down the hill.
Damn it, I had not got the hearing aids in!
A bit of an obstacle course on the pavement with the bins lined up for collection, but still.
Anne Gyna now amalgamated with Duodenal Dennis, and this was most annoying and persistent. Hey-ho!
Left and up the hill on Mansfield Road and over the crest… or should that be apex or maybe the crown of the road?
The traffic was building up here in Carrington as I had to stop a few moments to let Anne Gyna calm down.
Even Roger Reflux had a go at me then.
Tsk! Not feeling well at all, yet oddly not poorly.
Does that make sense to you?
Further down the hill as I approached the surgery, a sudden uplifting insanity came over me… no not insanity, erm, jollity!
I found Dennis had eased off quickly and I was singing to myself?
Well, maybe insanity after all. Hehe!
I got into the Surgery and consulted my list of things to remember and asked the receptionist if I had booked in for Monday or Tuesday for an INR Blood Test, she confirmed that I had, for 1020hrs. I thanked her, took my seat and got out the crossword book. Noticing as I did, some new posters on the board. It seems the senior Doctor is retiring and Dr Vinla is currently interviewing for a replacement. I thought she was off ill? Big decisions to make for her.
A locum for Dr Vinla was on duty today.
I was told to go in and the Doctor, a far Eastern Gentleman was very cross with me for forgetting the hearing aids, and when I had to ask for confirmation or misheard him, it made him angrier still. Oh dear! Got it wrong again didn’t I? But he was straight to the point. Well, in all but when I asked about and explained the depression and anxiety symptoms, which he told me we all have, and told me to leave it until Dr Vindla returned and warned me that referrals take months sometimes.
Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna’s hassle I mentioned. He said to double up with the Omeprazole for a few days until things calm down. I pointed out that perhaps the stocks might run low, and he said if the do ask for some more later.
I requested some extra Codeine Phosphates and was pleased when after he’d read my statistics on the computer, he agreed to do so, because of the Morphgesic SR 30 mg Tablets being stopped in readiness for the graft operation and it should be safe to take some extra 30g Codeines, in place of them. So glad he agreed to this, bless him.
I thanked him, left his office and gave the staff some nibbles in a bag and walked (Very painfully now the feet had started singing) down the road into Carrington and the Chemist shop.
Deepak, the chemist and owner, asked me to have a talk with him while I waited for the prescription to be filled.
I mentioned how I was feeling depressed and why. Somehow it was easier to speak with him. A really nice chap, Deepak is.
The chinwag only took a few minutes, and I collected the medications and was off hobbling to the Lidl store.
I got only three things today, A bag of small potatoes, a small packet of Sugar-Peas and two small cheese cobs.
I paid on the serve yourself till and got rid of all my small change.
Hehehe! I later regretted this.
Out to the bus stop, (Weary legs and feet now) and got lifted up into Sherwood. Where I dropped off and called at the bank as instructed by the bank manageress last week, to talk to her about the direct debits and how I wanted things handling.
I explained all this to the lady serving, put my card and number into the machine on the counter, and she seemed to concentrate and read things on the screen for ages and ages? I began to fear that something was wrong… My IQ told me something was wrong!
Eventually, after I nearly fell asleep a few times waiting, she said that the manageress was unavailable today??? She added in a wholly disquieting, nerve-making tone, (To me anyway!) That the transfer had gone through and I could now use the new card. Conviction, was missing in her voice? Knowing my luck, I found it hard to believe that things were alright with it. Time will prove me right, my IQ is rarely wrong. Watch this space! Oh, dear…
Started to hobble up the hill to see if any buses might be coming to get me back up to the flats and realised the L8 service had finished, so no matter what the time, no luck. As I knew the L9 route came at 25 minutes past the hour, and it was 54 minutes past now.
So I limped back the way I came from and walked up Winchester Street Hill back to the flats.
Amazingly, I arrived in time (Well, not very late anyway) for the Tenants Social Hour. But it was hard work not hearing folks unless they were next to me and I could see the lips.
Got the raffle tickets and donated them to a table of ladies, handed out the nibbles, managed a quick bit of a gossip with Penny and BJ – then decided to call it quits and go back to the flat to get the hearing aids and take some painkillers and an extra Omeprazole.
Boy, was I lucky, just missed the downpour that started as I got in, put the fodder away and had a wee-wee before taking the midday and the extra medications. A bit of a mouthful that, Haha!
The rain was so fine it was hard to see, I’d got the hearing aids in by then and heard it more than saw it.
It only lasted a few minutes, but anyone in it would have recognised it as ‘That wet rain’ and got soaked through!
Did an order for Morrison’s while I thought of it. A job getting the new card accepted, but all okay now.
Set off on slow, nice and easy hobble to the Clinic at the City Hospital, remembering to take the attendance card and bus pass to get back with. See? Sometimes I can get things right, Hehe!
When I crossed over Valley Road at the pelican lights, a gentleman in a BMW went over on amber, gave me a fright he did.
I was well pleased with Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis and Duodenal Donald (Actually he was less bothersome now?) on the limp to the clinic. Only the feet gave me a lot of any bother. And no rain in sight. Come think of it, the roads might have been greasy, and that’s why Mr BMW didn’t try to stop? Glad I didn’t call him a naughty name now.
The usual Po-faced Obergruppenfurher on the reception again. I’ve worked out to annoy now. I keep a smile on my face and am extremely friendly and polite to him. Haha!
No waiting at all, I was called in within 2 minutes – into an office full of medical professionals and students. They explained As I thought about the Morphine removal being so that if I need it during the graft operation, it would be more efficient for me. The head man (I assumed as the others said nothing to him, except in answer to his prompting, but hung on his every word) explained the procedure in detail to me. But I will not repeat anything on here, cause it fritted me. Hehehe!
Then we all went into the treatment room, and they had a silent giggle and declared me all okay for the surgery to take place, as long as I have no more bad bleeds. After much embarrassment and poking and prodding, we returned back into the office and, he was a Mr, not Doctor? Advised me that having to cancel the original surgical time will mean a longer wait, this time around. Fair enough! He gave me more cream.
I thanked him, got out into the reception area and smiled at Hitler, the sweetest smile I could manage and said Thank you, my friend, received a look back that should have killed me actually, and got out quickly. Hehe!
I was going to take a photographicalisation of the clinic but had left the camera in the flat. Tsk!
A number 40 bus arrived within seconds of my getting to the bus stop. All this good luck is very worrying yer know! If had got the camera and used it, I’d have missed the bus!
The uphill, but a short walk from the 40 bus stop back to to the apartment block, was excruciating for me, thanks to the state of the feet and Anne Gyna starting to kicking off again.
So glad to get back inside. Had a long wee-wee. Checked on the man and woman handled Little inchy, no bleeding. Phew!
Kettle on, and I took the evening medications then, got the computer on to update this again. Did the last Health Checks. Sys still a little high, but lower than the first two checks.
Oh, the feet and Anne Gyna… but Duodenal Donald was bearable.
Got the fodder away went on Facebook catch-up then the meal was prepared and consumed.
The ‘Luxury’ fish surimi sticks were delicious and tasty. I didn’t eat all of it, left most of the potatoes, the pepper was a little too hot for me. The egg was of a plasticity and rubber texture that was unpleasant. However, I did have an orange sucker and a handful of chocolate balls afterwards.
Got the DVD going to watch some more of the Jonathan Creek episodes, the new headphones are marvellous.
Repeatedly fell asleep and had to rewind, so often I gave up trying.
Stirred around 0400hrs, no dream memories at all. Out of the £300 second-hand recliner (Worked smoothly without any shakes and shudders this morning too!) and off to the Porcelain Throne. All okay there, no bleeding from the front or rear end, and things went easily, perhaps a bit too easily, but absolutely no pain during the process.
Did the Health Checks next. Sys 161, Dia 73, Pulse 85, Temperature 35.5 and the weight was down again! 14.10lb.
Began to worry about if the Hygiene ladies would visit today.
Got a good few reminders on the calendar for today.
Mind you, tomorrow’s ‘Things to Do’ list is even busier.
Not sure how I committed myself to the Fish & Chips meal with a gang of other tenants today, though.
I’m not an eater-outer usually. I think Penny might have scared me into going. Hehehe!
She rang last night to remind me not to miss the 1130hrs bus, bless her.
Made a mug of tea and got the diary finished and posted, then started on this one to here.
Made a list of things to remember when I go out later – it was still there when I got back hours later. Tsk!
Done some WordPressing then I visited Facebook. Middle of posting Facebook became unresponsive the message said. Tsk! Came back on, though.
Graphics I did yesterday added to the TFZer site and put in albums.
On the last one, I tried to make it look like Lyzzi on the right was jumping up. Failed!
Carried out the ablutions.
No nurse arrived.
Washed some cleaning rags out and put them on the airer.
None of the Hygiene Ladies arrived.
Got the empty jars and bottles and went down and out to the recycle bin with them, then back into the foyer and waited for the bus with the other tenants going on the Free’ Nosh trip to Arnold.
We piled on when the bus arrived and Penny gave a little lecture for a few minutes; I could not hear her and asked the cheery lady sat in front of me if it was anything important. She smiled and just said: “No dear!”
Had a bit of a dizzy after getting off the bus and during the little walk to the restaurant.
Couldn’t join in any conversations properly, other than with the chap sat next to me, so when those around laughed I laughed… that sort of thing.
The meal arrived in a convoy of servers and boy would you believe how some of them tenants ate so quickly. I had to take my time, partly due to Duodenal Donald and I needed to watch the others so I knew what cutlery to use and how to eat the food without embarrassing missen.
Battered haddock, mushy peas and chips. It didn’t look very appetising, but it tasted wonderful. Donald started grumbling before I finished, so I left a little of it. (Not much, mind, Hehe!)
I departed as some had done earlier, and went into Asda and had a wander around for ages. Had to take care not to allow any escapes of wind, as Reflux Roger joined in with Duodenal Donald giving some rotten attacks. Huh!
Ended up buying Fish Sticks, 4 miniature pork pies with pickle and next week,s TV paper – the buying of the magazine reminded me to look at the DVD players – Yes, I bought one. Not sure if I could handle setting it up, but the bloke two flats away said he would show me if I struggled to get it going.
To the bus stop and back to the apartment, in pain and well tired-out.
Wee-wee, kettle on and got the DVD thingy out and set it together okay, plugged it in, and the Jonathan Creek DVD started!
Needs a bit of colour, screen options and contrast sorting out later, when I find out how to do it.
Got the computer on to update this here diary, like.
Then did Facebook catch up.
The last Health Checks were done: Sys 171, Dia 75, Pulse 81, Temp 36.1. Sys high again, but I’m going to see the Doctor in the morning so can tell him/her. Then get back for the Tenants Social Hour hopefully, then out to the bank, then to the Clinic.
Not too good now, rumbling innards, the odd Dizzy Dennis visit, and the depression deepened. But Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis were both being kind to me… I think, sometimes it is hard to identify which are Duodenal Donald’s and Anne Gyna’s pains. Int life confusing sometimes? Hehe!
Settled to watch some of the DVD and toyed with it as I watched. Not successfully mind. I find now, I have to change (On the TV) the audio settings between watching TV and using the DVD. But not to worry, at least I can view a DVD now. Watched some Jonathan Creek episodes, but weariness (But why, I haven’t done much today?) took over and I turned off the set and box and was soon away dreaming.
0005hrs (Although I didn’t realise this at the time, Hehe!): Woke wide awake, Duodenal Donald still stinging away. Not realising how early it was, I got up, made a brew and wondered why there were no demands coming for a wee-wee.
Did the Health Checks. The Sys was still far too high. However, the weight was down again.
I remembered to do the temperature checks in the right way though. Waited until the LO sign came on, under the arm on the skin, set the timer for a minute and got the reading. I even heard the beeps. That was because it was so early and no other noises, I had a new battery in the one working hearing aid and had contorted my head down to as near to the armpit as I could. This cracked the neck and I now have another pain to contend with. Humph!
I spent ages searching for the wrist alarm. Panic and confusion almost turned into a frenzy as I ran around getting ever more desperate in my failed efforts to locate it. Almost at the point of giving up and feared to have to tell Warden Deana later, the brain clicked in, and I recalled that yesterday at the Surgery, I realised I’d gone out with the wristlet still on the arm and had put it in my jacket pocket; where I found it after I’d delved into and found it! Phew!
Got the computer on to do the diaries and found an email from the Doctors new receptionist informing me of the change in Warfarin dosages. Glad to see they have booked me in for next Tuesday, instead of leaving it for four weeks this time. The doses had increased.
I should get the official Anticoagulant Therapy Record notification in a day or so in the mail. I did not get the level reading in the email but suspect it is a bit low. I thought it odd when I cut my head that it didn’t seem to bleed much the other day.
This got me thinking about the high BP Sys. So I looked on the web before I took the morning medications, to confirm that it is the Ramipril tablets that I’m taking for the BP, and took an extra one, along with an extra painkiller, then rubbed some pain gel on the neck and digested the tablet with another mug of tea. Had several good swigs of the antacid medicine, although I know it has little effect on Duodenal Donald’s exploits. Not sure if I’ve done right. Ah-well!
I then had another search to find the card with the addresses on it that the nurse had given me yesterday so I could go to the NHS sites. Another kerfuffle, but I found in the end that I’d put it back in the plastic envelope with the other paperwork! The tea had gone cold again, so made another mug and had a look on the websites.
Got the three addresses and stored them on the Bookmarks. After I’ve spoken with the doctor on Thursday, they will be ready to use.
The tea had gone cold again, made another and found the milk had gone off.
Finished yesterday’s diary, then started this one.
Did some graphicalisationing. For hours and hours, kept my off the worries a bit. Here are some of the 22 TFZer ones. I titled the album on Facebook ‘Can I give you a lift Madam’
Hope they get the funny side and like them.
The weather outside looked glorious.
I pressed on with the graphicalisationing further.
Duodenal Donald keeps persisting to annoy and hassle me, though.
I got some mail, three junk and the Anticoagulation Results. (By gum that was quick coming). It was what I expected. far too low, in fact only 1.6, second lowest it’s ever been.
Last time it was this low, they sent the district nurses to make sure the injections were done correctly.
This time I have no supplies left anyway.
And I did love having the nurses call on me and woman-handle me. Hehehe!
Tired now, I’ve been up for 15-16 hours.
Forced me off the computer, and laid out the meal in readiness, then I nearly got the ablutions tended to… But:
As I got the meal laid out, I remembered that I had not done the Facebooking or second session on the WordPress reading. So I wrapped the meal in foil to keep it a bit fresher.
The weather took a disturbing turn then. Caught me in the reflection.
Back onto the computer and did some Facebooking for a while.
Blimey, 106 notifications!
I investigated. Most were likes for the new TFZer series, which is very nice.
Eventually got around to doing the ablutions, very late on.
Then got to eat the meal, fighting not to fall asleep as I did so. Very disappointed with it, though. The meat was stringy, the potatoes overcooked, the mini pie stale, the onions too hot and soft… but the tomatoes, beetroot and cheese were okay.
Depression descended on me as I watched the gogglebox, and I was soon going through nod-offs and waking up moments. I think it was like that all through the night.
