Inchcock – Wednesday 17th June 2020: Lots of lucubrationing, fretting and failures today!

Wednesday 17th June 2020

Serbian: Среда, 17 Jуна 2020

03:00hrs: I stirred into life, with a raging headache. For a moment or two, I lay gathering what senses I could.  Then traces of the dream I’d been having, came back to me, in some detail too! I grabbed the pen and notepad from the Ottoman, and scribbled down the finer points, as the memories faded again. Later, when I get a chance, I’ll go through them and let you know what real insanity I dreamt of.

The need of the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I disentangled my ultra-thin limbs, and overly-stomached, flabby belly from the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. I got up on my feet and caught my balance without much bother at all. (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) Got the stick, and off to the wet room.

Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! But it was a messy one. Took no time at all, but cleaning up afterwards was a long, unpleasant job. Ah-well, can’t win ’em all! Still, the feet were looking a smidge better now. Not the Howard Hughes toes, though!

Sanitised and refreshed, I poddled off to the kitchen…

  Where I found the freezer door ajar! I closed it as quickly as I could. But it must have been opened for several hours. I dare not open it again yet. I’m praying some of the stuff will be useable when refrozen. Not that I am not expecting to be able to use much of the produce in it when I do. Just hope for the best. It is cram-packed full in there – and the possibility of my having to throw it all away. Bagging the waste-material into small bags so that they will fit in the tiny opening in the waste-chute. Too many trips to and from the room. Bending to get the stuff out, all put me on a bit of a downer. And I was hoping for a better day today, less stress, fewer incidents… Fool!

The fog had descended. There’s not much of a view outside this morning. I got the medicalisationing equipment out to do the Health Checks. I dropped the stick thermometer, but it still worked when I retrieved it with the picker-upperer.

The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. The temperature just showed as ‘low’. If I’m not quick enough to get the instrument out of my ear-hole, the reading changes to low or high display. I was not fast enough – The story of my life there! Hahaha!

When I got to download the pictures later, I found this mystery photo? After applying my Sherlock Holmes-like investigative skills, I thought it was taken in the kitchen. When Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a little play with me. I took the medications and made a brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

At long last, I got on Computer Cameron. I made up a template for today. Then I started updating yesterday’s blog.

I finished it and had a look at the notepad with the scribbled dream memories. But my handwriting was so atrocious, much of it was indecipherable. Tsk! Using a bit of recollection and the writing that I could understand:

  • I was throwing food from the cupboards out of the window on the balcony.
  • A crowd gathered and started shouting for specific items, Bacon, cornflakes, bread and pickled, onions were amongst them as I recall.
  • Police cars arrived and arrested the crowd, presumably for not Social distancing?
  • When the Marias arrived, and the citizens were taken away, more Officers arrived, each with a shopping list!
  • A Tannoy was used, as they shouted up for what they wanted.
  • One chap asked for cheesy mashed potatoes. I explained I haven’t made any. The policeman Tannoyed back, ‘Yes, you have, on the second shelf up in your fridge!’ Then threatened to arrest me if I failed to find any for him?
  • I threw some requested Glengettie tea bags out, and then I went to look in the fridge.
  • Sure enough, a little like Dr Who’s Tardis, I opened the fridge door and walked into it. There were stacks, piles of food, and inside was as big as a football pitch! Hundreds of my plastic plates with cheesy potatoes, too!
  • I was forever going to the fridge for more cheesy potato meals and back to the balcony.
  • They had set-up a winch system now.
  • I’ve no idea why, but Police Helicopters and red coloured Tiger Moth planes filled the skies?
  • The doorbells rang out their usual ♫ I only want to be with you, ♫ tune.
  • The hallway outside was cram-packed with people vying to get me to adopt a giraffe, panda or Elephant, supply drinking water, pay for medications, and to take out an over 50’s death policy. Argh!

Many other things happened, but nothing clear comes to mind. I think the dream ended as I was fighting off the insurance and charity mob. I’d written down three pages of memories on the notepad. Undoubtedly, one of my curioser, more vivid dreams, methinks. The nightmare bit was those ‘Over-50’s’ sellers!

It took me some time to get the tale of the dream done, (And three variable wee-wees). I went to make another brew, with hopes of getting this one drunk. Haha! 

I spotted through the mist and fog, a couple taking their dog for a walk. I did my best to photograph them, on Auto setting, but it didn’t come out too well.

Then, I went on TFZer and Winwood Heights Facebooking. The mist is less now.

Time to see if I can get an order in for Morrisons. The last few times it’s taken between 2 to 4 weeks. I’ll give it a go.

Got it done! But I had to wait until Tuesday 30th June for a delivery slot. And that is a bit late in the day one. Unfortunately, 16:30 > 17:00 hrs. But the waiting doesn’t matter, as I have so much food in the flat at the moment, you wouldn’t believe how much!

Scary innit? Hahaha! By the time it arrives, I should be ready for it. In thirteen days, there should be room for it. Being the Unglefrogwoggling idiot that I am, I’m sure the recent Blank-Spots and Spells are the cause of my ordering food and not remembering, I’d done so.

I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as they have not answered my two emails sent yesterday, see if they are okay. The line (It always is) was bad, Jane rang me back. That was a bit better for hearing and understanding. Pete arrived near the phone, I wished him well with his experimental treatment at the City Hospital! When the conversation became three-way, I was lost altogether. Pete departed to do some shopping and check on his bank balance and investments. I then needed another visit to the Porcelain Throne. We parted, and I shot in the wet-room. When I say, shot…

I sat, sitting there for ages, convinced that something was about to erupt. But, No! Nothing moved, despite my firm belief that it was ready and willing, the innards refused to allow any evacuation! Still, I got a few more clues answered in the crossword book. 

Off to make another brew, this time of Thompsons Punjabi tea. I took a shot of the weather, still a bit misty, no signs of any rain. It doesn’t look the slightest bit like it’s going to be any precipitation! Inchcock wrong again!

Then I had a thought (I occasionally do), it doesn’t look like rain. So why are Arthur Itis’s knees losing pain and gaining stiffness? Every time they have done this in the past, rain or even a storm had come on the same day. I don’t suppose it matters, but my EQ faith suffers.

I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins!

Back to Computer Cameron, and went on the WordPress Reader section. That took me over an hour. I’d got behind with me reading, with the activity of the last few days. All caught up now.

I wet on the Nottinghamshire Live Full News Site. Here are the first few headlines on the page: Just to cheer you up, like!

Girl Found Dead in Nottingham Park.

Police close bridge as ‘pools of blood’ found following Nottingham shooting.

A teenager has been locked up after he stabbed a 20-year-old man during a “gruesome and violent” attack in Nottingham.

Millions of people in Beijing under new Coronavius restrictions. There have been 137 new cases in the last six days!

To make my day, the next page gave April’s Nottingham crime figures for my postcode.

Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off again. Making doing any work on graphics impossible until, if, she gives me a break.

So, I got the nosh going. Despite my feeling half out of it, it was a decent looking and tasting effort, a little too much for me to eat it all, but I gave it my best shot! Flavour Rating: 8.2/10! After having eaten what I could of it, I was feeling more alert and aware of things.

Taking the things back into the kitchen to get them washed, it looked like an explosion had taken place. The mess I’d left from the cooking made the place look very untidy, a sausage lay on the floor near the stove, along with two halves of tomato, a fork, and an unidentifiable tablet—one of the small ones that all look the same, Furesomide, Beta-Blocker or a Codeine 30g. I think I was lucky that I didn’t leave the stove on, tap running, or window open. Shame-Mode-Adopted!

I tidied up a bit and got the washing done. And planned to get back to watch a re-run of a 2016 Euro match. Eventually, I got my head down to view the footy. Fell asleep, but woke up to see the penalty shoot-out, at least.

I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme.

However, when I went to make a brew, the EQ predicted rain arrived, but not a lot of it.

My new headphones on, and fell asleep, as expected. My waking up was a bit scary (Not really, but it made me jump). The right earpiece cover and foam, which I discovered was just stretched over the plastic, fell off. Falling down my shoulder, followed by the headphones, onto my Brobdingnagian-sized flobby-stomach is what woke me. I wondered what the heck had happened at first. Haha!

I set about trying to put the cover back over the ear-part. Not a good job, but it will do for now. Humph! 

Sweet Morpheous was reluctant again. Gragglespitness!

Inchcockski – Frid 3 Apr 2020: A mentally macaronic, hudibrastic day, but with kindness shown.

April 03

2020 ttttApr03

Friday 3rd April 2020

Igbo: Fraị Fraịde 3 Eprel 2020

0000 April 03 Group

GM brown L03:00hrs: I woke, and immediately started trying to solve the issues of the lost end of yesterday. I got nowhere, and am still none the wiser as to any actions for about a four hour period of Thursday evening. I spent a good while attempting to glean some memory, but no! The toothache began to come on, then.

Abruptly, the need for a wee-wee arrived. I fumbled my way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, not-working (Broken by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete), recliner. Caught my balance, got the stick, and over to the empty, unused overnight GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket). Thus, I was caught out by the violent nature of the TTSLTATO (Torrential-Throughout-Stopped-Like-Turning -A-Tap-Off) mode wee-wee!

wd 0.0.30 As I made my way to the kitchen, the demand for the Porcelain Throne came, so I diverted to the wet room. A contrary session compared to the last few; Not much input needed from me, very swiftly evacuated, no overly putrid pongs, far less painful, but messy in the extreme. A lot of the preciously-short supply of toilet paper had to be used. Much cleaning and medicating and the PPs changed. Oh, and the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion and Harolds Haemorrhoids was minuscule.

 Back to the kitchen. My waking up so late, the view was lighter than normal, so I took a shot of the lights straight ahead. Then, I stupidly thought I’d get the step ladders and take a shot of Chestnut Walk down below. Not easy of course, with the new, unwanted, unliked, thick-framed, light and view-blocking windows that let the rain in! It looked like a tenant, who had vacated the free parking space next to the white car, might have an oil leak?

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5Fri007cwd 0.0.30A But, foolishly I thought if I take care, it should be safe enough. (Klutz!) I got the steps from the balcony without any bother, set them in position. And climbed up just two of the runs, and took the second picture on the way down. (Talk about bad timing!) Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, and an unintended no-control-over right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler Dance routine from the right leg for a few seconds only was enough to have me over on my back on the floor! Frumpworthy Grobblecurses! Still, it could have been worse. The tumble and landing were not too bad, but the getting back up again was painful and farcical. Good job I had the four-Pronger-stick with me at the time. Hey-ho!

I took the step ladders back and returned to imbibe the medications, oil the ear-holes, pain-gel the leg, spray the saccades stuff on the eyes, and make a brew of Morrison’s Extra Strong Black Assam tea. To the computer.

I started on CorelDraw, with making up some mini-graphics for the greeting pictures for the blog. Then I had to make up a template for today’s post. Then I got the updating done for the Thursday post, which proved easier and quicker than usual. This was helped by my not remembering much and probably missing off much of what happened in the evening. This is not unusual; it’s happening more often nowadays. I did mention it some months ago to the doctor, who wasn’t concerned, and I think DR Vindla had anticipated me starting to go a tad senile. Tsk!

I got the post completed anyway. Emailed some links to it. Then put a couple of graphics on Pinterest. All this in-between so frequent wee-wees, all of a variable mode, from dribble-drip to hose-pipe like ones? Then went on the WordPress Reader. Finally, a blast at the TFZer Facebooking.

5Fri01wd 0.0.30 I had a go at trying to find a food delivery shop with slots free. It would have been easier for me to appear as Prima Ballerina in Swan Lake! No chance! It’s getting harder, not more comfortable to get food!

I am a little concerned about the future.

5Fri06It was getting light already. I went to make another brew, of Thompsons Punjana. And I decided to get some mushrooms sliced and into the slow cooker for later in the day. I used the last of the light soy sauce, and balsamic vinegar to flavour the fungi. I might use the tin of minced beef with it, or I have one of the cook-in-the-bag braised beef I could use. Then again, I have a can of chilli baked beans and potato wedges in the cupboard… Mmm? My shilly-shallying, indecisiveness, and mental-stammering, really wee’s me off! Oh, I don’t know!

I made the tea, and returned to this blog, and made a start on it. I was doing well, until Saccades-Sandra kicked off, making eye-focussing a problem. And this slowed everything down again. The ever-having-to-correct-things mode had to be engaged! Frogglemoths!

5Fri11I took a break and went to make yet another brew, this time Glengettie. But I’m glad I did at that time. For outside, down on the bottom field, I saw a human being! Yes! Hehehe!

One man and his dog. I can’t say I’ve ever seen them before. Then again, under normal circumstance (Yes, I can remember them, just!), I would have been in the wet room at this time, doing my ablutions.

Amazing how watching this chap, probably the poor chap has been laid off from work, and his dog, playing fetch. The dog was a bundle of energy, just watching him tired me out. Hehe!

I got a feeling elation just watching the only two tellurians in my sight, so contended and happy!

The full of fun pooch will not be bothered by the Coronavirus! Bless him or her!

5Fri12I tried to get an Iceland delivery slot again. Fool!

Pressed on with CorelDrawing to do some graphics, but it’s a slow, frustrating job.

Then, things got complicated. Well, somewhat confusing for this old-timer. Things started to become busy suddenly. A business that required decisions and my memory to be used! Asking a lot this was. Hehehe! Tsk!5Fri13

wd 0.0.30 Jenny called, asking if I wanted some whole milk from her freezer. I could put it in the fridge to thaw out for later. I thanked her. And told her I’d leave the caramel wafers in a bag for her. I hastened to find them, but could not! Dummkopf! I knew I’d put them in a bag ready, but where, I have yet to discover! I found the other things I’d saved, but not the caramel wafers? I put them on the door-knob.

wd 0.0.30 I put the milk in the fridge door and the four letters I’d found on the floor, to the main room.

  • 5Fri16One letter was about the apartment’s rent.
  • Another about how the Nottingham City Homes are responding to the Coronavirus outbreak.
  • The third was an NCH one about the City Rates, with a Nottingham Arrow newsletter. I must find time to give it a perusal.
  • The last one was heartwarming, indeed! It was from someone signing it, “From ‘A Resident'”, and no name indicated. How amazing and kind some people are. A big thank you to whoever it was that donated these for me!

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They will be super to counter the toothache! I took one straight-away! Cheers, and appreciation to my unknown benefactor!

I got back to CorelDrawing, but again, I did not get far, the landline chirped and flashed into life.

wd 0.0.30 It was Oberstgrüppenfhureress Desk-top dancer Warden Deana. She asked how things were and, had I any problems. I could have mentioned my Amnestic Syndrome Sinbad, Harolds Haemorrhoids, Anne Gyna, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying, Duodenal Donald, Toothache Thomas. (Stopped for a breather) Reflux Roger, Clopidogrel, Lethologica, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Thrombophlebitis Barry, Dysaesthnervesia Dai, Axonotmesis Axle, Konrad Confusion. (Stopped for a breather again) Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun, Saccades Sandra, CDP, Deafness Derek, Flatulent Frank, Trotsky Terence, or the Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing right leg, but I didn’t. Hehehe!

wd 0.0.30 I expressed my concerns over the prescriptions and would they be delivered. Deana said she would ring them and call back. She inquired about shopping help, and put me on ‘The Golden List’ Bless her for the assistance!

wd 0.0.30 I got back on CorelDraw. The shaking had stopped, but the weariness was dawning. A few minutes late, Deana rang again. The Golden Helpers will get in touch with me. I’d remembered the problems with not being able to get any cash, and mentioned it to Deana. Saying without the help I’d had from Jenny, I would be in a right pickle! She told me to tell the Golden people when they call. She would mention this to the volunteers, who might have a swipe machine, next time she speaks with them, what if anyone has no cash? I thanked her.

wd 0.0.30 Back to the Coreldrawing, yet again. The ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ tune rang out. I got to the door, and it was someone delivering part of the wax-removal kit I’d ordered some time in the distant past! No use, of course, the inserts without a rod to attached to use them. Humph! Still, at least I’m halfway there now, Haha! The problem with this Coronavirus ain’t going away!

I made a brew, during which it dawned on me (Things have been known to in the past, you know!) I’ve got to keep alert in case any helpers ring. So I can’t go in the shower in case I cannot hear the telephone, mobile or intercom ring. They may be phoning anytime from in two hours, up to tomorrow night, I think Deana said. This has kyboshed my plans for getting the ablutions done! I’m smelly, need a shave and medications doing? But if I do, I risk missing the shopping helpers, the Haemostasis, and DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) Warfarin Anticoagulation Clinic at the Nottingham City Hospital, (Gawd I love that title!), or any possible answer from the Dentist.

Life has become such a struggle. Harrumph!

I’ll try to get a wash and shave in the kitchen, now. Means moving everything into there first, and must taketh care over dizzies, shakes and dropsies. Oh, dear, here goes!

I decided to use the wet room after all, and I kept the door wide open. Which I thought was a great idea so I could see any flashing and have a chance of hearing any ringing. Put the shirt and socks to soak in the washing up bowl, and off to the wet room.

wd 0.0.30 Unfortunately, leaving the wet room door wide open was also perfect for walking into! Grumph! Ah, well, at least I didn’t have the spectacles on to break this time. Looking in the bright side here!

No socks put on, so I avoided the sock-glide battle! Noi bleeding from Little I~nchies fungal lesion! And, Harold’s Haemorrhoids, only bled a smidge. The dropsies we about average, the five drops of the razors was a little 5Fri019ahigher than usual, though.

I didn’t really feel refreshed or properly clean, with not using the shower. But betterer in myself anyway. And the pins (legs) were looking a lot better, as well.

5Fri019I got the washing in the sink done, wrung and hung. Got the veg and potatoes into a normal saucepan, tasted it, and added a little more light soy sauce, it was a bit bland.

I added some things to the shopping list for the kind volunteers when they arrive, well, call me.

I really was tired now. But dare not let myself fall asleep, just in case the people ring up about the shopping and means of payment.

5Fri30I got the meal served up and turned on the TV, anything with subtitles, so I don’t need the headphones on and fail to hear the door-chimes, intercom or telephone.

I added a can of potatoes to the saucepan, heated in with the other stuff, and got the feast eaten. A 7/10 for flavour and taste. I had three wholemeal bread thins with it, leaving me three for tomorrows nosh. The cupboard with the canned goods stock, had never looked so bare in all the years I’ve been here. But, the has been overstocked for months. I wonder if my EQ was telling me to stock up? Haha!

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I got the pots washed, and checked plugs, stove etc. and settled in the hopes of getting some rest and sleep in. Then remembered, I needed to stay awake, in case the Golden volunteer people or dentist calls me.  Flanglemanglingly-Frenetically-Frustrating! As I got down on the recliner and turned the TV on, a late sun came out! I’d not closed the curtains either, so that helped prevent me from nodding off to start with. I decided to get up and close the blinds.

wd 0.0.30A The curtain hooks, several of them, dropped from the top rail. I left them for attention in the morning. I was not up to tackling the step ladder at that moment.

5Fri32I found that Law & Order was showing back to back episodes with sub-titles, so had a look at them. I say them, I nodded off for a few minutes so often, I just couldn’t follow the storyline. Grumpworthiness! I found an Interscepter programme and turned to it, that was subtitled as well.

5Fri33wd 0.0.30 But the nod-offs were winning the ‘Stay-Awake’ battle.

I woke often but was soon back in the land of nod for another few minutes bliss. I’ve no idea if I missed any callers on the landline, mobile, on the intercom, or at the door.

Again, sweet Morpheous resisted for a long time.

Inchcock Today – Mon 30 Mar 2020:

2020 Mar 30

2020 tttMar30

Monday 30th March 2020

Italiano: Lunedì 30 Marzo 2020

000 Mar 30

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I think?

WD 0.0.0 (1) 00:10hrs: Woke, throne needed, struggled out of the recliner to the wet room. Things went a little easier today, but still messy. Little bleeding. No toe stubbing. But I managed to give the humerus and ulnar nerves a clouting on the corner of the door frame, as I came out of the door. When I temporarily lost control of the walking stick. It was the least I could do. After all, the ailments were being so kind to me this morning! Hehehe!

I was in an anxious mood when I got to the kitchen. I usually am when I get up to find the ailments in a calm mode with me. I know it can’t last, and if they do carry on being placid for a while, there is always an Accifauxpa, calamity or disaster to fill the vacuum. Every time! Hence, my nervosity, jitteriness and disquiet. I’m not being quixotic.

1Mon04I got the kettle on, then decided to get the vegetables prepared, to marinate in the seasoning in the crockpot. I tried to recall the seasoning I used last week. Beef stock, hickory, and Sharwoods black bean sauce. I’ve not many tins of garden peas left now, so I’ll miss them off this time. No mushrooms to use either. Dangwangles!

Parsnips, turnips, onion, carrots and leeks were cut up and added to the sauces and left in the slow-cooker pot to soak in the flavouring for a few hours. I mustn’t forget to turn it on later!

Then the second-summoning to the Throne arrived. No messing about, the rumbling and grumbling from the innard soon turned to involuntary movement taking place!

1Mon04aWD 0.0.0 (1) I got to the toilet with seconds to spare! The intestines were in control of all activity, I played no part at all, well, other than a little pushing to get the last of the product out! Messy again. More bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids too. However, Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding!

A good wash up again, me and the wet room. Antisepticated contact points. Back to the kitchen, I limped, with the bum a bit sorer. Haha!

Took the medications, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and onto the computer. Got the updating of the Sunday post done, in about three hours. (Smarmy-Mode-Utilised!)

WD 0.0.0 (1) I went on Pinterest and doing this, Saccades-Sandra kicked off. I was almost glad she did. As long as the ailments are satisfied with just the one having a go at me, so am I! But soon got irked, as the eyes were making things difficult for me. I moved onto the TFZer Facebooking. But seeing, reading words was a bind, with Sandra on my case.

I coped better with the WordPress Reading, more prominent lettering on there. Then started this blog off, but didn’t get far… A third summoning to the Porcelain Throne unexpectedly and urgently arrived again!

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The pins looked better, though!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Again, it was a close call, but somehow or other I got there in time! Well, at least it was a different style evacuation this time. Down, Sphplurt!, Done! Worra change! Auto-mode throughout! Over in seconds! No real pain from the movement itself, at all! This pleased me at first. But, the blood flowed with a vengeance! I hope, from Harold’s Haemorrhoids. When I applied the cream, I had a job not to cried out loud! 

WDP 11gRWD 0.0.0 (1) The PPs had to be changed, the rear-end was stinging worse than ever, something awful, and topping it all up, I banged my right elbow against the door edge – Again! I thought about how am I going to get any new supplies of some, any sort of Haemorrhoid cream with the lockdown and isolationing? This was not a good thought! No wonder I’m finding myself to be nigglier, cantankerous, grouchy and prone to gnashing the few teeth I have left, more often, than usual. Tsk!

Back to the computer. A different person. I was getting all het-up again.

But, graphics and templates needed making. But another mug of tea first, and some brekkie methinks. Ah, a Pot Noodle will do, and a few minutes relaxing watching some YouTube while I eat it! Idleness and lack of commitment intruding here methinks?

The pot noodle went down well enough, but the stomach churned a bit afterwards? O pt some Hoisin sauce in with the noodles.

WD 0.0.0 (1) An hour or so into graphicalisationing, I proceeded in an Easterly direction, for yet another Throne visitation! Almost a replica of the last one, but less content. Change of PPs again (Good job I’ve got plenty in hand!), and the bleeding was easier to stop this time. Things are looking up! (Of course, this didn’t last long!) Cleaned again, and back to CorelDrawing.

Another hour passed, and I went to check on the stew, and get the cook in the bag meat on the cook. There is not very much meat in the bag again, but plenty of gravy. I went to make a brew and moved the saucepan so I could get to the kettle easier…

IMG_3761WD 0.0.0 (1a) I caught mt thumb on the bottom of the hot saucepan. Hard to believe that I could do something like that, I know. Hehehe! I put some vaseline on it, and it bubbled!

Back to the graphics.

Jenny phoned, if she can get an order into Sainsbury’s, I should send a list of anything I need on Email. How kind and helpful she is to me! ♥ I made a list and sent it.

Later, I thought I might have been a bit cheeky, in putting so many items on the list. I guiltily sent another Email, apologising. The thought of eating the black tomatoes again, got my taste buds flowing. But, of course, the chances are minimal, with the caring, social hoarders out shopping every day, still. Thanks to Jenny again!

A catalogue came through the door for OAPs to order none foods from. Walkers it was.

The phone rang, I didn’t have the hearing aids in, but realised it was the district phlebotomy nurse, telling me she would be calling in the morning, between 09:00 > 11:00hrs. Aha, a blood test at last! Hope I don’t croak-out overnight and miss it.

Back to the graphicalisationing, and the door chime went. It was Josie returning her meal things. She said she really enjoyed it! That cheered me up somewhat.

CorelDrawing again. Went to check on the overcooked meat and veg.

WD 0.0.0 (1) Back on the computer, and all of these ailments kicked off almost together: Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna.

I gave up on computing and got the dinner prepared. Not that I felt hungry any more, Anne and Donald were making sure of that. Worra life!

Email back from Jenny. She is caring and full of compassionateness!

WD 0.0.0 (1) Got to the kitchen and prepared the meal, making something of a mess of it! Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, which had been better all day, than they have been for months, started affecting all of the right-side of the body. Usually its either the fingers and hands or right leg. Else the arm and shoulder, but this time the lot got a bashing! That’s a first!  Thus, the dropsies were frequent, and I ended up with the green dish broken, and a series of cleaning ups that seemed unending! I persevered and got the stew served up.

1Mon23By which time the appetite had returned, at the smell and sight of the bowlful of stew I’d cooked! The so-called braised beef in onion gravy just may have weighed 3-4 ounces at most! But, this did not fuss me too much, all the more onion gravy in the bag! Along with my (for once) successfully seasoned and cooked vegetables, they created a meal I gave an overall flavour rating of 9/10, too!

I used some of the bread thins that Jenny had got for me, (She got the beef in gravy as well) to wipe the well-emptied dish! The stomach was contented, the problems of the day disappeared as I limped to the kitchen to wash the pots! Ahh!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I spotted the state of my shirt and jammie-bottoms. The meat, being so minuscule, it left more room for the onion gravy. Most of it appeared to be stuck on my t-shirt, pyjamas or cheeks and chin! Hahaha! Nicodemus and Shaking Shoulder-Shirley were the guilty parties in causing this mess, though!

WD 0.0.0 (1) I washed and cleaned up the gravy and onion splattered body, put the shirt and jammie-bottoms in to soak. (This was another Fauxpas; although I didn’t realise until the morning when I found the clothes in the bucket with washing liquid and no water in it!) Sad, isn’t it?

WDP 11fLWhen I did finally get settled to watch some TV, Law & Order episodes, (they usually send me to sleep at the first set of commercials), I got the feeling that the phone or mobile would go off and wake me.

They didn’t, and I lost sleep again, by waiting for them to ring! Hahaha!

Inchcock Today – Sun 29 Mar 2020: Mankind is being captious! Just thought I’d mention it, like!

2020 Mar 29

2020 tttMar29

Sunday 29th March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sul 29ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 29

GM blu01As I stirred into consciousness, the clock and wristwatch told me it was 01:40hrs (Of course, it was actually 02:40hrs, not that I was aware of this at the time). I lay a few minutes gathering my mental thoughts into a mock semblance of understandability and some form of pretend-logicality.

Much to be done computerisation-wise, as per normal. The gurgling and bubbling from the innards, started off as I dismounted the £300, second-hand, uncomfortable, c1968, beige-coloured recliner. Thoughts of how I could get some actual cash, with the ordered isolationing, this was not going to be solved easily.

The rumbling from the stomach area gained momentum, and other things took a back seat, as I grabbed the stick, and made my way to the wet room, ASAP. Where I was well-pleased with the evacuation. Far less messy, less bleeding and not so painful, either! (Are things improving? Am I due some luck at last?

WD 50.50.100 To the kitchen, where I got the kettle on and used the Canon camera to take some shots of the same view in different shooting modes. (I can’t get my head around this machine or even manipulate the settings options on it. So thought I’d give it a go, as the thing hasn’t been used much lately [It’s the one I use for outside shots]) I can’t see many differences in the pictures, apart from the first one, which is a different shape and size.

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7Sun02Made the brew, and got the medicationing sorted out. Olive oiled the ear holes, Saccades Sandra sprayed the eyes, Enoxaparined the stomach, took a few guzzles of the pathetically weak and pointless antacid medicine. Then a swift swig of the dry cough medicine, and took the tablets. I’ll get the pain gels and antiseptic creams on later. Arthur Itis’s knees were treating me very-kindly this morning!

To the computer. I have a touch of ageusia I think, cause the tea tasted so odd to me. Might be the milk? I’ll use the other sterilised bottle on the next brewing; if it’s not out of date yet. Danged Coronavirus! We’re all prescited!

T’was then, as I started to do the updating, that the clock on the computer was found to be an hour in front of all the clocks. And watches, and mobile phone! Der! It’s changing the clocks an hour forward time, innit! This is the first time I had to alter all the timepieces, since the Stroke. Believe me, such a mundane task like this, ain’t easy!

WDP 333WD 50.50.100 It was like unbelievable! Talk about bad luck! But of course, I should be used to it by now!

Saccades Sandra, Shaking Shoulder-Shirley, and Nicodemus’s nerve transmitters, all let me down at the instant I started to try and change the times!

  • I dropped the clock in the wet room and cracked a bit of plastic off of it!
  • The kitchen clock, I pulled off the tiny plastic turner-button; and have yet to find it!
  • The big clock in the front room slipped out of my nerveless hand.
  • I hit my already Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley jerking arm on the bookcase getting it retrieved from the floor!
  • My ancient Nokia 105 mobile, next. I thought about it, and could I remember how to change the date anyway? After a few moments thought, I decided to leave it until the senses returned to working condition.

WD 50.50.100 Fearing how the typing would go with the computer updating, I returned to the desk. Seconds later, the second summoning call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. This did not irk me at all, after the last fairly good session, I approached the wet room with confidence – Fool! I should have known better! What a change! Bloody, massive, painful, messy and frustrating! To add to the farce, Little Inchies fungal lesion had started to pour haemoglobin, as well!

WD 50.50.100 Thus, after cleaning the bodily evacuation mess up, the hurtful task of medicalisation began. Harold’s Haemorrhoids caused a lot of bother and stinging. I suppose with my not getting outside for a walk, and so much sitting down at the computer since the Coronova-Virus enforced-imprisonment, I can only expect this sort of pain. How can I get hold of some more pile-cream? And cash to pay for it with? Damned, Coronova Virus!

WD 50.50.100 The worst pain-wise was the fungal lesion! Gawd it left me stinging and tingling! And where and how do I get some more Daktacort and or Corticosteroid cream from?

WD 50.50.100 And, still, no message about any phlebotomy nurse to take a Warfarin blood test for three weeks? Not that I blame them, they must be in a right pickle for staff nowadays. I’ll just keep making my best guesses at how many Warfarin I take each night. With Little Inchies lesion bleeding so much, I’ll cut down on the Warfarin tonight, just in case I’m too high on Warfarin and that may be the reason for the extra bleeding. Life’s a giggle innit, nowadays?

Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley had eased off a bit. I got the updating finished and sent off. Went on the TFZer Facebooking, then Pinterested some photos.

Then tackled the Nokia phone date changing. Easy-peasy! Vainglorious-Mode-Engaged!

The tip-tapping noise is still being heard. It bothers me in case it might be someone who needs help, but I can’t work out where it’s coming from. Then again, if I could, should I be making social contact, anyway? Life is getting very complicated! I do not have the confidence to cope.

7Sun07WD 50.50.100 I tried to book an Iceland and Morrisons home delivery again. The same result again, all slots were booked up, as earlier in the morning

Ah, well, on to the WordPress Reader section.

Done that, there are some good posts today on there.

Off to get the ablutions tended to, now. Back in a while, I hope!

7Sun01I’m back! And a jolly good session just had in the scrubbing-up stakes. The legs changed shade again. No shaving cuts. Just a few dropsies. At long last, Little Inchies fungal lesion had stopped bleeding, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were painful. And most importantly, there were no toe-stubbings!

Tried ordering again, and no luck!

7Sun11While I got Josie’s nosh ready, I did the handwashing.

A mixed set of results in this enterprise this Sunday. I only did a pair of trousers and the thin dressing gown, mind.

But, a few pickles were gotten into, all the same.

After doing the trews, and hanging them up, I had a look at the fodder situation on the stove and oven… All was looking good.

WD 50.50.100 As I turned to go back to the sink, I saw the trousers slowly slip off of the hangar, and splosh into the water in the pan below! Crabs and Grobblecraps! I’d put them on an old hanger, not one of the new ones that have a slip-proof bar on them! So I rang them out again, and hung them back up, on a new hangar!

Got the nosh sorted out and delivered. When I mentioned it being harder to get food in, Josie looked Gobsmacked, and asked me why? But she was looking well and cheerful today. I think she appreciates the Sunday meals.

Then I returned to handwashing duties. Only the socks and dressing gown to do, I did well I thought, and soon had them all done, wrung and hung.

I hung the gown in the wet room, and was mightily disappointed in how it looked when I saw this photo later! It could be my bad photography skills, but it didn’t look clean at all?

Cleaned the spilt water. Made a couple of more waste bags up. I must remember to take them to the chute in the morning.

An Email from Jenny arrived. She’s a caring woman and has saved the day me earlier in the week. Bless her! ♥

7Sun12I got my vegetarian meal done up and served on the tray. The Leicester red cheese is running low now. I did enjoy the cheesy potatoes, tomatoes, onion, garden peas, new potatoes and, Twiglets!  Yes, I know, Twiglets! They were in the place of meat. Haha! I gave a flavour rating of 7/10 for this effort.

WD 50.50.100 As I stood up with the empty plate and tray to go get them washed, it was as if someone had snapped their fingers, and suddenly I felt terrible! Dizzy Dennis, attacked, and even Back-Pian-Brenda came from nowhere?

I got the pots cleaned, and Dennis was not easing off at all!

I got down in the recliner, and yet again, sleep was resistant to my desires, needs and appeals.

Hey-ho!

Inchcocksi – Saturday 28th March 2020: variation, fluctuation, undulations and incongruity ruled the day!

2020 Mar 28

2020 tttMar28

Saturday 28th March 2020

Tartar: Шимбә 28 март 2020

000 Mar 28

GM Neut02aWD 180.50.0 02:30hrs: I stirred into mock-life, and realised that just about everything attached to my wobbly-overweight stomach, was shaking to varying degrees. Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley was so bad, she was hitting my elbow on the recliner arm! Shaking Shaun had taken a fancy to the head and neck this morning. Worst perhaps, was Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failures were making it so difficult to sense anything hard, and getting up to respond to the urgent call to the Porcelain Throne was not easy! (The bonus, was, that there was no Neuropathic Schuhplattler dancing from the right leg)

I imagine that had a video been taken of my perilous hastened-hobble to the wet room, it would have gone viral! Hehehe!

WD 180.50.0A After much faffling-about, I got on my feet, caught my balance, grabbed at the four-pronged walking stick, dropped it, bent down to pick it up and ‘Klunk’ down on my knees I went! Bearing in mind, the imperativeness of my getting to the Throne in time was increasing! Humph! I actually appreciated having the shakes from Nicodemus at the time, because there was hardly any pain at all when Arthur Itis’s patelas hit the floor! That usually come later, when the transmitter nerves start working again. Unnerving getting pains and you can’t see or remember why!

I got in the room, whipped open the dressing gown and down with the PP’s. To my surprise, I had to use a little effort to get the movement started. Things were not so messy this time, and the bleeding from the rear end, a lot less. The recently acquired pungent-pong was still with me, though.

By the time I’d cleaned up and medicated, I realised the shaking had almost gone. Apart from Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley, that is. I think she might have been having a go at me in my sleep, cause the joint and scapula were a little sore.

This got me wondering if the Phlebotomy nurse will manage to get here next week to take the Warfarin blood sample. It’s been three or four weeks since it’s been done now. But, with the loathsome Corona Virus pandemic, I’m not holding out much hope.

I got the camera out to photo the legs condition. Why I’m still doing this with no nurses coming to take them, I don’t know.

6Sat01WD 180.50.0 Anyroad, I spotted a sort of rounded-rectangle impressed on my chest, twixt my man-breasts and my portly pot-belly. I was a tad puzzled as to what could have caused this? I took this snap on the right of it, before taking the pins (legs) photograph.

The image-shape positioned just where mechanical ticker lies underneath. But obviously, the marking was made on the skin, outside. I later searched around for anything this shape in the front room where the recliner is, but I found nothing to match it. Unfathomable, but intriguing all the same.

6Sat04The veins in the pins had started to protrude again. The varicose were not too bad, mind. The spider and superficial phlebitis were showing off somewhat. Where I fell on the knees was just starting to sting as I took this picture! Haha!

6Sat03While in there, I did the teggies and had a shave. And very pleased with how it went, considering that Shirley didn’t ever stop shaking, although she kept altering the rate of power. And I only had two tiny cuts after the session! Smug Mode Adopted!

6Sat02To the kitchen, and put some bits in a carrier, to give to Jenny when she comes. As a thank you for helping me out again.

I got the kettle on, then took a snap of the early morning view. Imbibed the medications and made the brew of Glengettie Gold tea.

I got the computer on and did some much-needed page top graphics. Which cost me a couple of hours, Tsk! Then did the Friday diary updating and got it posted off. Pinterest photos sent off. TFZer Facebooking (Three hours). Made a start on this post, and went on the WordPress Reader section.

During which, the innards started to give me some gip. And quickly got worse, more acute. So, I nipped limpingly to the Porcelain Throne, just in case things were brewing up inside for an evacuation. Oh, off I ran, stick in hand, hoping to arrive in time, to the wet room!

Phwoar! Just in time! The evacuation was quicker and less painful than any has been over the last week! But, there was so much of it! I had to manually assist the system in accepting it, and move it on to the sewers below! Shaking Shirley and Shaun helped me in spilling a lot of the water I was taking in the tub from the sink to WC, and that had to be wiped up afterwards. Washed and medicated the rear-end, and returned to the computer to get on with the Thoughts graphic creating.

Lost a opt of work and don’t know why! I’ll try to remember bits.

Jenny rang she’s coming with the Iceland bits for me, I put her treat bag on the door handle outside. She left the good and rang the tune-bells. Fetched them in. No tomatoes and Golden delicious substituted, at first I thought they might have been Jenny’s order, she told me they were on special offer. Nae fuss, I can eat them alright.

I spent hours doing graphics.

WD 180.50.0 Porcelain Throne visited. Running short on actual cash now, with not being able to order food on site. Morrisons and Iceland both checked, and neither having any delivery slots available.

6Sat24I dug out some chips from the bottom of the freezer. Got a pate and a few tomatoes left to have with them.

Got the nosh sorted. Last of the Piccolo tomatoes, oh, no it’s not. I just found a few more in the cupboard. Some Truffle fries, somewhat ageing beetroots, mushroom pate, onions, Marmite out of date but still tasty cheese medallion, one of the apples that Jenny got for me from her Iceland order, the last fresh orange drink, and a lemon mousse. I used up the last of the Jenny-donated bread with them, and enjoyed an evening feast! Thanks again to Jenny! 7/10 Flavour rating.

I got the washing up done, resisted the ‘none-urge’ to do some handwashing, (HaHa!) and got down in the £300, second-hand, on-its-last-legs, c1968 recliner. Put a Last of the Summer Wine DVD on, and wallowed in nostalgia.

6Sat28The landline flashed, it was the Chemist, telling me the prescriptions would be at the door in a few minutes. I waited five or six minutes, not wanting to make social-contact with the lady, and carefully opened the door, making sure she had gone first and collected the pack from where she had left it for me.

Back to the DVD, and watched another episode of the ‘Summer Wine’. It’s got something this programme, it always did have. A gentleness, no bad language, so relaxing to view, and memory provoking.

As I went for the last Porcelain visit of the day, it dawned on me how the ailments had eased off. Not all of them, of course. Dizzy Dennis, Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley and now, Duodenal Donald all helped to stop me getting to sleep very soon.

When I did nod-off, a storm of dreams made sure that recuperation and rest, were not there for the fuddled, fermenting brain. Shame!

Inchcockum – Friday 27th March 2020: Glum day!

2020 Mar 27

2020 tttMar27

Friday 27th March 2020

Indonesian: Jumat 27 Maret 2020

000 Mar 27

GM GYWD 0.30.0B 01:35hrs: By, Jiminee, was I shaking when I woke up? Yes, I was! Not shivering. Just like like Johnny Kidd & the Pirates in 1960, I was certainly, ♫ Shaking all over ♫. Not half! Only this was a version played by “Inchcock & the Ailments!” Hahaha! The only thing not shaking was the right leg. The knee yes, but that is part of the Peripheral Neuropathy and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters dying. And I dropped the walking stick when I picked it up, Nicodemus’s work again! Nowt to be done about that. Shaking Shoulder-Shirley was busily bashing away at the right scapula and joint. Shaker-Shaun was encouraging the head and neck to jolt about occasionally, too.

Saccades-Sandra had the eyes struggling to focus. Trotsky Terence was already building up the borborygmus in preparation no doubt, for some more rather violent fluffer-doodles and eructations, ready for a rush to Porcelain Throne.

But on the bright side, there were no signs of any sudden involuntary Neuropathic Schuhplattler drop-something and flail-about dancing… I’m not sure why I said that, cause there is never any warning. I’m losing it early today, ain’t I? These right-leg dances can be dangerous, I’ve had a couple of trips to the hospital this year.

 Mind you, no good going now, is it? Coronavirus and all that. No point in pressing the alarm wristlet now, if it does kick-off, and has me on the floor. I’m not cheering myself up at all! Haha!

When I had got to my feet, the rumbling and grumbling from the innards indicated a quick move towards the wet room would be an expedient move!

4Thu08Considering how I was rushing so as not to get caught out again at the Throne when I spotted the missing box of the Korean seaweed crispies, delivered last night. (They are still there now, I forgot all about them, being hidden behind the chairs, Tsk!)

WD 0.30.0B I considered myself to be a little under the weather with the dizzies etc., but realised after the Throne session, the dizzies weren’t too bad after all!

WD 0.30.0B Gawd, as soon as the ascending colon had rid itself of the material, I was double-up with lower abdomen pains! In a minute or so, they transmuted to just aching nagging surging pains that were well-bearable, though?

WD 0.30.0B Then the cleaning up and medicating of Harolds bleeding haemorrhoids had to be done, during which it became obvious that Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking a little too!  had to be tended to as well. That was painful!

WD 0.30.0bA Getting the new PPs from the bag, a surge from Dizzy Dennis had me fall towards the wall, I ended up knocking some things off of the floor cabinets. Unfortunately, a glass bottle of the antacid medicine was one of the things that went over…and landed on the foot and toe that I stubbed yesterday! 

Lie01b 0.51.0 Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest! I dried the tears, swore a little, and went the kitchen, to take the morning medications with an extra pain-killer, well two, actually!

WDP 11fLWD 0.30.0bA The farcical filling of the kettle was caused by Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, luckily it was cold water that I ended up spilling over myself and the floor. I got the kettle on the boil, took the medications, made the brew, and took a quiet moment for contemplation.

Should I bother about anything today? It’s been such a crappy start already. If owt else goes wrong, can I cope? As I was pondering, I got the ready-made ear-olive-oil and was putting some in…

WD 0.30.0bA The top came off of the tiny plastic bottle! Oil, then ran down my body, jammie bottoms and I don’t quite know-how, but some ended up on the floor…

WDP11LWD 0.30.0bA And I did a whoopsie on it! I managed to stop myself going over, though, but now I have a ricked back to go with all the other ailments to contend with! And a floor to yet again clean! Which set of Back-Pain Brenda and Anne Gyna having a go at me! I’ve always tried to do good and what is morally right, but that doesn’t seem to have me very far!

Lie01b 0.51.0 I didn’t feel sorry for myself, though… Well, yes I did! How can so many things happen all at once? I mean, I know I have not been one of the luckiest people all my life, fair enough, so naturally, I can cope with more than others with pain and botherwise; but my limit is being reached!

Then I started to feel guilty for thinking this way. The past few weeks have seen some wonderful help given me from people.

  • The Health centre receptionist, offering to fetch me a toilet roll.
  • Jenny leaving me a bag of fodder, then adding some things for me to her Iceland order!
  • Angela Gould ringing and sending me a pint of milk!
  • The lady at Sainsbury’s last week, just two small packs of toilet rolls left on the shelves, and I couldn’t reach for one, too high. The woman asked if I wanted one, and got them down and handed me one! Not many shoppers would do that nowadays!

Thank you all!

It was almost as if I had shamed the ailments! Well, apart from Dizzy Dennis, Anne Gyna, Saccades Sandra, Trotsky Terence and Shaking Shaun, I was getting some relief from the others. Then I had to return to the Porcelain Throne. Another messy, bloody performance. But I did feel better in myself for a while.

I got on with u[dating the Thursday post, not a lot to do, few photos and Shaking-Should-Shirley was easing off more, so it didn’t take too long. Just as well, the time was flashing by.

5Fri09I got the vegetables in the crockpot, seasoned, gravied (put some hickory in it), and cooking on a low setting.

Then I went on the Pinterest with some snaps, twenty-minutes max. On the WordPress Reader, an hour or so. Then the TFZer Facebooking, I got carried away there, three hours at least! After which, I had to do some page top graphics for tomorrow’s blog.

Oh, dearie me, off to the Porcelain Throne again, Trotsky Terence is busy this morning – come think of, it’s afternoon already!

Then made a start on this post.

5Fri08I tried to get an order on Morrison.s and Iceland again, but no luck.

Back to CorelDrawing.

Shirley and Shaun kicked off again, and I gave up on the computing all together and got an early nosh prepared, but made a few messes along the way with all the shaking.

WD 0.30.0B On another Porcelain visit, same again, but less product this time. I sat there, pondering over my condition. Just the shaking and dizzies that were bothering today, but they were both persistent in unsettling and discountenancing me! They were very good at it, too. Tsk!

5Fri10I got the vegetable stew sorted out, and despite my ailments, I enjoyed it a lot. Talking of lot, there was a lot of it as well, but I ate it all!

Spot-on with the seasoning this time. A flavour-rating of 8/10 given.

WDP 11fL Getting the washing up done afterwards was so frustrating! I reckon I dropped or spilt more things than I didn’t!

A smidge of despondency dawned, as the fatigue crept in. I turned on the telly, but nothing was sinking in, a vast vagueness overcame me. As if I’d gone into a sort of turn-off mode? Even the regular Thought Storms didn’t bother me, for interest in anything was at a premium… that was until I had to get up and visit the Throne, yet again!

At least this session was not so messy and bloody.

I washed and got settled back in the recliner, and waited on automatic pilot for sleep to come…

Inchcock Today – Thursday 26th March 2020: Ups and downs, Jenny to my rescue again, twice!

2020 Mar 23

2020 tttMar26

Thursday 26th March 2020

Swedish: Torsdagen den 26 Mars 2020

000 Mar 26

GM07RWD 150.0.100 01:45hrs: I stirred into an ersatz version of life; feeling otiose, vague, and in need of a non-alcoholic potation. As I removed my horrendously ever-growing stomach with thin arms and legs attached to it, from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, the innards gurgled, I started coughing, and wind passed involuntarily from the rear end!

The thoughts of a brew of tea came second to the need for the Porcelain Throne. Off to the wet-room, the walking stick had never been used quickerer! In, PPs down, settled and… Wind! Nothing but noisy and smelly fluffer-doodling! Past experiences made me wait there, in case of sudden movements catching me out. A go at the crosswords, no clues solved, and no action actuated! Had a wash, changed PPs. Off to get the kettle on, as if the tea was a drug to me?

4Thu01I got the kettle on, took the medications, again dropping the Omeprazole capsule, and made a brew of Glengettie. Into the computer desk, and had a look at the two-page, side-effects of the Omeprazole’s leaflet. But there was so much of it, I gave up.

Got the computer on, and went on Word Press Reader first. Then tackled updating the Wednesday post.

WDP 2019a2WD 150.0.100 The almost immediate need to go back to the Throne was responded to as fast as I could manage it. Which was a good thing too! Because this time the innards-controlled evacuation started the moment I’d got seated. Eurgh! Splosh, splash, quirt, splatter! And with an aroma, that if bottled, could have been used as an effective nerve-gas by the military!

The stomach churned and ached after the release, for a long time. I cleaned up once more, me and the WC. Then had a few good-sized guzzles of the Silica gel and Dimethicone medicine, thinking it might calm down the borborygmus eruptions. (It didn’t) Shame, the pong of the repeated intestinal gas escapes, is filling the flat already, and it continues. As does the rumbling, grumbling innards and eructations, in between my coughing and sneezing. Sounds terrible, doesn’t it? It is! Gruelling-Gromble-Garblisations!

When I got the post updated and sent off, I went on Pinterest, then TFZer Facebooking. Then did some searching to find out about the two outstanding Amazon orders. A good job that I’m home-isolated innit!

4Thu02

4Thu03I tried for the ninth time in 24hrs, to get a Morrison Grocery order done. Hehehe! What a hopeful, old, gullible, senile idiot, I am!

I got some graphics done. Started this blog off. The gut still exploding, but the coughing had eased off, and one of the sneezes was probably heard by Sandra Lentz and Tim Price in America! As for the accompanying wind… Phwoar!

WD 150.0.100 I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and had to shoot off to the Throne again. Oh, dear! Another messy, miasmic smelling session. I keep washing my hands in between and on Throne visits, and I must have the cleaning mitts in the place!

I opened a can of baked beans and put some hickory marinade in them, a long soak into for later.

4Thu04I did a try at getting some food from Ocado. Another negative, no slots available!

I went on Facebook for a while, then on to CorelDraw for a creating graphic session.

After about a couple of hours,  the door chimes rang out with their ♫I only want to be with you!♫. I thought it might be Amazon with the ear inserts or seaweed packs. I got my onerously large body to the front door. There, just outside on the floor, was a bag of food that had been left for me!

I’ve no idea who had donated the fodder for me, but it was a beautiful gesture. I unloaded the pack, full of appreciation.

4Thu06The cobs will be perfect with my beans later! Onions and carrots, I’ve got some parsnips in reasonable nick, in the fridge. Tomorrow’s meal sorted thanks to the donator. That frees me from the worry of having to go out today! Bless whoever it was! Canned mushy peas, baked beans, sardines. A yoghourt that unfortunately has the lethal to me cranberries in it. Milk, lemonade, tomato puree, and some white bread. So kind of them! Oh, and a can of orange pieces, a perfect after for me!

I was putting the stuff away, and the landline rang and flashed. It was from Jenny. She was the angel who left the food for me, and perfect timing it was, may her foibles ferment with festive functions frequently! ♥ After the current scare, of course. Thanks again, Jenny! I feel humbled!

Made a brew in celebration, and got back to the graphicalisationing. It was slow going, and I had to leave it again, for yet another Porcelain Throne mission! The same evacuation mode as the last one. By gum, I’ve got a sore bottom now! Dangwangling Dangwangles!

After much tenderising and medicating, I returned and, oh, so painfully sat in the computer chair. I could do with another of the cushion-rings. Tsk!

The Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun visits got too much for me. I had to stop computerising and while putting everything away, had to pay another Porcelain Throne visit, a visitational record today I think. Exactly the same activity. Messiness and uncomfortableness. I took an anti-Diarrhorea-Duncan capsule. Washed medicated and had to just sit quietly for a while.

Within seconds I’d drifted into a dream-filled sleep, in which I knew I was sleeping and just seemed to be enjoying the mangled,  foozled dreams.

JennyThe landline flashed and sounded, I woke and fumbled my way to the phone. It was Jenny, helping me out again! She had miraculously got through to Iceland to give an order. And, as is her natural, considerate, obliging characteristics, she asked if I would like anything adding to the order for Saturday. If I email her back with anything, she will add it to her order. Not many folks would think of that, but Jenny is special.

I was still a tad confused at being woken up. And am not sure if owt else was said, and I sat down again for a few minutes and wrote down some items, then nodded off again.

WD 150.0.100 I woke with a start. With a new headache above the eyes. Accompanied by Shaking Shaun, and Shaking Shoulder-Shirley having a go at me. To round things off, Flatulating Frank was rampant and persistent. Off to the Throne again! At least this session was not as messy.

4Thu19fMy body just wanted to sleep, but I wanted to get back to Jenny and thank her and give a little list of items she had kindly asked for me to add to her Iceland delivery. Her delivery is for late on Friday, and Jen’ politely said she would not wake-me then, and bring it to me until Saturday morning. The lady is so thoughtful! So, a treat of braised beef in onion gravy cook-in-the-bag again for me this weekend after all! Bless yers, Jenny!

I got the computer on again. And sent the email. Then got the meal prepared. I had to take care in doing so, cause Shirley and Shaun were in attendance still.

4Thu07The hickory seasoned beans with the last of the tomatoes, and triple-fried chips, and the Jenny-supplied bread, were smashing!

A taste-rating of 8.5/10! The white slice and cobs did an excellent job of soaking up the sauce! Hehehe!

I washed the dish and cutlery and got the handwashing in Woolite soaking in the bowl. I was too tired to do it tonight. It had been an emotional, draining, ‘shaking-all-over’ day, the Trots, and the fatigue and lack of proper sleep had affected me worse than usual.

I got back down in the £300, second-hand, dilapidated, c1968, rickety recliner. The eyes began to droop, and a particular sort of, well, almost joy came over me, as I realised I might get some sleep in without waiting for hours. I think Flatulent Frank agreed, cause he kept passing little comments! Hahaha!

WD 150.0.100 As a blissful Morpheus was coming over me, and Dogwangles! I’d not taken the evening medications! With tremendous and grumpy petulant reluctance, I heaved my stomach-dominated torso from the recliner. And made my way to the kitchen’s medicines drawer…

WDP Dec 26bWD 150.0.100wd 150.0.100A As slowly as I was hobbling, and as carefully as I could, I still managed to give myself a toe-stubbing on the corner of the kitchen door! I held onto the door frame for extra support, closed my eye, and withheld the urge to cry out loud and swear! A few moments later, after a Thought Storm that was partly incomprehensible, but included niggling, depressive thoughts about my bad luck and stupidity, I got the medications from the drawer and imbibed them with a drink of spring water.

WD 150.0.100 It took me a lot longer to get back to the chair than it did to get to the kitchen. The throbbing toe, headache above the eyes and Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley joined forces to stop me getting to sleep for along time. But fatigue was getting the upper hand slowly but surely. Sweet Morpheous blessedly arrived!

WD 150.0.100 But not for long! Tsk! The sounds of ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door chimes. Reluctantly, I freed my weighty lump of a body from the recliner, the toe didn’t half sting, as I fumbled my way to the door. It was Josie ringing, to tell me I’d had a parcel left outside the door. Bless her! I’m sure we chatted, I seem to remember telling her it was the seaweed snacks, and she would have some on her Sunday meal and thanking her for letting me know.

I was done-in now, mentally. How I got back to the recliner, and where I put the seaweed box, will have to be investigated in the morning.

WD 150.0.100 Never have I been so tired! But I did get down and asleep, I know this because later, ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ rang out from the door chimes, and woke me again! Argh! There was no one there when I got to the door!

Crying out loud was an option that came to mind… but I didn’t!

Inchcock Today – Monday 23rd March 2020: One or two gaudiloquent moments today, helped me get through it!

2020 Mar 23

2020 tttMar23

Monday 23rd March 2020

Basque: 2020ko Martxoaren 23, Astelehena

000 Mar 23a

GM03 0.51.003:10hrs: Woke late, but that’s because I had another six-hours worth of blissful, glorious sleep. Great! Laying there a moment, I wriggled and appreciated that Arthur Itis, Back-Pain-Brenda and Shaking Shoulder Shirley, were all giving me a welcome break from hassle! Even Greaterer! My only ailments in a bad mood, were Duodenal Donald, Anne Gyna and Shaking Shaun. Well copeable with, I think. Hope it stays this way.

I received the usual indications from the innards, (rumbling, grumbling) that a visit to the Porcelain Throne was needed. I rose up on my feet, grabbed the stick, and wobbled off to the wet room, with minimal effort or pain! Great, greaterer!

1Mon01This session was much improved on earlier ones, less painful, more comfortable to exert and far less painful! The only thing that spoilt my elation was the amount of bleeding from the rear. There were a few spots of haemoglobin from Little Inchies fungal lesion, but nowt to fret about. And the pins looked a little odd to me, but blown if I know why or what made me think this? The Clopidogrel lumps and papules, as well as the veins, looked calm enough. The knees in good form. I’m a little annoyed at myself for not knowing what it is that seems so different to me. (Possibly Saccades-Sandra playing up, I’ll find out when I get on the computer later). I washed and did a bit of medicating and went to the kitchen.

As I filled the kettle, it did become evident that Saccades-Sandra was playing up, as I struggled to get the connector base and kettle lined-up. Got the medications out, digested them, olive-oiled the ears, Saccades eye spray applied, and made the brew of Thompsons Punjana. Then got the

1Mon04WD 0.40.0 The morning sun was casting shadows from behind the flats, and I took this shot, but it took three tries, as the harrowing Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters started failing, to get an unsmudged picture. I can’t find any pattern in these nerve-end dyings; sometimes it is persistent, others for a few moments. There are no warning signs; it has caused me many an Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop, but not this time. Hehehe!

1Mon03I got the yellow Clinical Sharps Waste box and Enoxaparin pre-filled syringe needle and grabbed a lump of fleshy-stomach, (no problems, I have masses of flubber hanging off around my wobbly midriff!). I injected the anticoagulant. I must remember to give the box to the nurse in the morning! I started and continued to cough a bit persistently afterwards, but this is a regular occurrence, Dr Vindla says not to worry about, so I don’t. I took a swig of the ‘Tickly Cough’ medicine.

A funny thing about doing these injections, sticking and pushing it in, and I smell nothing, but there is always a lingering sweet smell afterwards for a few hours. It’s lovely; I think that someone should make a perfume out of it! Haha!

1Mon02I got the computer going and checked the emails first. The daily Coronvirus (Covid-19) update page gave this graph: Dr Keith Girling, Medical Director for  Nottingham University Hospitals NHS Trust, said: “Sadly, we can confirm that a further two patients who were being cared for at our hospitals have died. Both patients had tested positive for Covid-19. There are now 34 patients diagnosed with the virus in the city, up from 22, while figures for the county have increased to 60, a jump from 45 on Saturday, March 21.

WD 0.40.0 Well, that did nothing to cheer me up! I got on with updating the Sunday post, which should have been a quicker task, with so few photos, with me not getting out and about. But, ended up with me struggling against the Nicodemus Neurotransmitters. They came into action and failed again repeatedly. After finally getting it finished and posted off, I needed to do some page top graphics on CorelDraw. Another few hours lost, but I do so enjoy creating them.

1Mon04aI’ve not mentioned them yet, but the wee-wees were frequent and all of the VSHLP (Very Short-Hosepipe-Like-Painful) variety.

I took a breather and got the mushrooms in the crock-pot. Sea salt and balsamic vinegar seasonings added. Left it on a low-setting, and didn’t cut-up or slice the fungi.

WD 0.40.0 Checked the ever-changing state of the Amazon deliveries. They were all originally next day deliveries that were but put back. Well, it’s to be expected, Amazon is not protected from the effects of staff, product shortages and other Coronvirus limitations being imposed! Fingers crossed the potatoes might get here tomorrow? He says, so full of expectancy, hope and not listening to his EQ, who warned him weeks ago! To be fair, joking aside, it must be a horrendously difficult task for them nowadays!

1Mon05b

But, Government instructions to Self-Isolate or not, I will need bread, milk and fresh fruit and vegetables soon. I’ll have to go out! Tomorrow, I have an order coming, I hope, from Morrisons, but if its anything like the last one, there will not be much of it. Will the phlebotomy angel-nurse be calling tomorrow or not? Life is very disconcerting now, isn’t it?

I then went on CorelDraw again, to try my best to get some more graphics done ahead of the day. Still, fingers crossed! Back online soon…

1Mon08WD 0.40.0 I’m back! I went to check on the veg in the crockpot. Oh, dearie me and Bugglethumbles! I left the slow-cooker on a high setting! The seasoned water splattered out all over the place. Never mind, at least it was an easy accifauxpas to clean up this time! So, no moaning. Hehe!

I finished doing the graphics a few hours later. Having made just three of them. Tsk! But they were complicated ones for page top headers, so I hope they encourage a laugh or a few smiles when I use them. One was used as a page top for this blog; it took me the longest of them to get together. But I thought it came out alright.

wd 0.40.0a The computer was closed down, and off I went to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Two visits today? This one was a nasty affair. Very painful, messy, and I clouted my knee on the floor cabinet corner. My language is getting worse this week! Got a clean-up and creamed certain areas in need of the same.

1Mon07I got the nosh carefully prepared. Tons of washing up to do afterwards, with for some reason seemed a right bind to me? Anyroad, the out-of-sell-by-date potato curl things, despite being stuck together like glue, came out tasty. I think the packet had been thawed and refrozen. The well-overcooked mushrooms, peas and leeks, were gorgeous! Mini tomatoes, they were keeping well, considering I bought them over a week ago! The pate and last of the sausages, wonderfully flavourful. A taste-rating of 8/10!

As I was washing the pots up, the ♫ I only want to be with you ♫ chimed from the door chimes. It was Josie returning the Sunday lunch paraphernalia. She said she enjoyed it and asked about where I’d got the Rhubarb & Custard yoghourts from. I inquired if she liked the anchovies, and she did. I handed her the other yoghourts from the fridge, and she gave me a pack of mini Victoria cakes. Which I should have told her are off my permitted diet list now – but I weakened and took them, with guilt and certain self-loathing in the air. Naughty Inchcock! We had a few words nattering, and she departed, bless her cotton socks. This certainly cheered me up, her liking the nosh.

WD 0.40.0 I got the computer back on, to do an Iceland order. But, there were no slots available! Grobblesnotkins! Closed it down, and got the TV on. 

Tried to get some kip, but even the many adverts om the box failed to help me get to sleep!

I spat, curse silently, and got up again and did a some work on CorelDraw. No sooner had I started it than the weariness and fatigue missing earlier fell on me. This isolationing thing is getting to me now! Humph!

Off went the computer again, and I got back in the grotty-beige-coloured broken by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete, recliner… Zzzz!

Inchcockski – Sunday 22nd March 2020: Mentally muddled today. Usual state, then!

2020 Mar 22

2020 tttMar22

Sunday 22nd March 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Március 22, Vasárnap

000 Mar 23

GM brown L02:30hrs: Well, well, well, sleep at last! Six hours no less! Within minutes of waking up, I’d decided there was an ode about the Coronavirus that had been floating about in my head, and it needed tending to, while it was fresh in my memory box. Of course, the gurgling and rumbling from the innards started. So a trip to the Porcelain Throne had to take predominance.

wd 0.0.30 I arrived in the nick of time on the Throne, and the evacuation started without any input from me. But only so far, then it was reluctant-cement time! The pain I went through to get things moving again, was unpleasant, to say the least. But, I freed things, and unfortunately, this caused quite a bit of bleeding, that took far longer to stop than usual. And of course, wasted a few precious sheets of toilet paper. I should have used the kitchen towel roll, I will next time! And really must call for a prescription for some more Corticosteroid cream.

Had a wash, the contact points antisepticated, and off to the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew and off to the computer and made up the Coronavirus Calypso ode. The words flowed out with ease. I must have been dreaming of this during the night?

wd 0.0.30 I had it made and posted off in record time! Then got on with updating the Saturday blog, which took me a lot longer. Mainly due to Shoulder-Shaking -Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing both at the same time. After such a relaxed session on the ode-making, I could not help but feel a little sorry for myself, suffering from so many ailments. Then I thought of Josie’s meal needing doing, and I didn’t have the natural desire in me, but I shall not let her down, it will be done!

7Sun01I checked the emails. One from Amazon is asking for a review of the Tork toilet rolls, that had been cancelled! I filled it in, mentioning the reason being that as they had not been delivered, I couldn’t respond in the accepted style.

I Pinterested some photos, and then I had a go at the TFZer Facebooking for a few hours. I got around to the WordPress Reader section at last.

It was all of a go-go, on the CorelDrawing then. I kept doing graphics for the TFZer and Album pages on Facebook. This is because at last, the hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failings had eased off a little, and became only sporadic. Baffling, even the Doctors aren’t sure why this happens so often, I was just grateful it does and was enjoying the freedom to work on graphicationalising. But had to stop, a little disappointingly so I could get my ablutions done and prepare Josie’s meal for her.

I limped to the wet room first, to get teeth, shaving and showering done, bit with a sense from my EQ, to take care. Mmm! We’ll see, back in a bit.

wd 0.0.30A I’m back! Apart from just a couple or so (5) dropsies, the five cuts shaving, wee’d me off. Hah!

wd 0.0.30 I got stuck into the handwashing and realised that part-way through washing the togs, I had not started Josie’s meal yet! It was a hell of a rush job to get it to her on time! Once it was prepared, I rushed it to her door, taking a can of G & T and a pot of the Toy-Shop yoghourt that was custard & rhubarb flavoured. I had to buy this flavour with a lemon flavour, and I don’t like rhubarb. Tsk! Usually, I take a snap of her meal, but today with the rushing about to get it ready in time, I forgot all about it. I gave her fish sticks, mixed some tuna-in-brine with some mayonnaise, a few anchovies, halved some mini-tomatoes, a piece of cheese, garden peas and my World Famous, (Well, my sister Jane likes them) Cheesy-Potato-Mash. I put less salt on the tomatoes with the anchovies being there) She answered the door a bit quicker than usual, and quizzed me as to what the anchovies were. I hope she likes them. She handed me a packet of Victoria cakes. I thanked her and gently explained to her about my being diagnosed with diabetes.  But being the weak-willed-wimp that I am, took them anyway.

7Sun04Back to the kitchen and got the and washing done, rung and hung! Then, I tackled the laundry. But I felt okay, as Dizzy Dennis and even Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley were being kind to me!

I put the rest of the cheesy potatoes in the oven on a low light for my nosh later. The other half of the anchovies will go on it, with the left-over peas and some fish stick and Surami, well, that’s the plan, anyway.

7Sun05I made a mug of tea, taking this picture of the new kettle making the place seem all clean and polished. (Obviously, it wasn’t, though, Hahaha!)

wd 0.0.30 Then as I was going into the computer, I noticed I had not emptied and cleaned and put away the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). So, I had an INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) wee-wee, and off to the wet room to clean and disinfect things. It didn’t-half pong! I mustn’t forget that again!

Back to the blogging and updated this piece of documentary-styled, unelaborated hogwash. I pressed on with the blogging, then visited the TFZer Facebooking for a quick update.

7Sun39I’ll get the nosh done now. I was so glad I bought all those tomatoes when I went to Arnold now, they are keeping pretty well too. I hope they don’t suddenly shrivel. This was a meal worth a taste-rating of 8.5/10. I dined slowly and savoured every bit of the food without any abstemiousness. My coenaculous desires were well satiated!

The washing-up of the pots was accident-free. Well, I did spill a fair bit of water on my belly, but then again, the stomach does stick worryingly-flabbily out so much more now in these isolationing days. Tsk!

Pete WinI got a wash and changed into the night attire. Then got uncomfortably settled on the second-hand, £300, recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering, Lottery winner, Pools winner and flat-robber, Brother-in-law Pete Archibald Bratton had knackered, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables, while I was in the hospital after having the stroke.

Disappointingly,  sleep did not want to come. But when it did, very late on, I sank into unknown bliss, for about six-hours uninterrupted peace, not even any dreams or nightmares! (That I can remember, anyway!)

Nice!

Inchcock – Saturday 21st March 2020: The sausage stew, as the highlight of the day!

2020 Mar 21

The Limited period was approx. 2 Cornavirus stampeding hoarders minutes! Haha!

2020 tttMar21

Saturday 21st March 2020

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 21ain Mawrth 2020

000 Mar 21

GM brown L06:05hrs: with staying awake so long for the expected Amazon delivery (that didn’t come), after getting ETA’s via emails, that grew later and later, then getting the refund details, meant a sadly early morning time before I dare nod off. But, after so many bad sleepless nights, and it being morning by the time I got off, I managed six-hours of slumber.

I woke to feel in surprisingly decent form for once? Confused in mind, of course, but physically, almost good! (Which soon changed, [naturally!])

WD 60.25.0 6Sat02Off with a degree of ease, to the kitchen. Got the kettle on, and popped back to the balcony to take a shot of the late (to me) morning sunshine. The cold sunshine was bright this weekend day, but barely any people or vehicles about anywhere. For this time on a Saturday, there were not many dog walkers out, either? They will probably be forming a herd of Toilet Roll seeking gangs to attack the shops? Hehe!

The camera seemed to be changing shooting modes on its own accord? This annoyed me so much, and my mood began to change? I was no longer in an accepting trait state of mind. I became passionless, unresponsive to things going on and around me. This soon changed!

6Sat01 WD 60.25.0f I got the old larger mug out of the draining tray, just as Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley hit me. I might have caught it to prevent it from hitting the floor and breaking, but Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failed, the resulting Fauxpas really got me going! I was steaming mad with myself, ultra-angry, and muttering naughty language!

6Sat04I’d had this pottery mug for about eighteen years, and thought of history disappearing, fate, and having to put up with a tormenting frustrating old age, and, ailments to contend with, brought on Dark Depression Deepak, he was so cold, deep, and despairing, and lingered for a while to torment me. Leaving a sort of psychological block, an impasse that inhibited logical thoughts, and took me an age to get free of. Can all this happen, or be caused by breaking an admittedly loved old drinking vessel?

6Sat03I got the Inchcock menu of vegetable stew going in the crock-pot. Turnips, leeks, mushrooms, parsnips, red and onion, sliced some red and plain onions and sliced carrots into it, I’ll add some sugar snap peas later. Seasoned today with, light soy sauce, malt vinegar, sea salt and a small jar of black bean sauce. I avoided potatoes and will have no bread with it, this is partly due to my keeping to the new diet so conscientiously and dedicatedly, and my not having any bread left! Hahaha! I had a lick of the wooden spoon when stirring it on and off during the morning. Maybe it will prove a little too hot for my tastes. Fingers crossed it comes out eatable. I’m getting very adventuristic with my cooking lately?

Deep Deepak Depression was soon easing of a tad. Then the summoning to the wet room came from the suddenly rumbling and churning innards. So, I checked the taps and pans, and off I went.

Well, what an embarrassing change of style session that was! Back to the beef-ball sized none-messy, but hard to evacuate type, like a few months ago. Still, the lack of any streaky mess meant it was easier to clean up afterwards, no bleeding from anywhere, and I got two answers on the crossword book perusing. All good there, then!

7Sun01I very belatedly got the computer going. But found myself with a lack of concentration, and I seemed to be jumping from one thing to another. I had an email from Amazon, the Tork toilet-rolls order had been cancelled, a waffling unworkoutable message told me why this had happened. I assume it was their way of avoiding saying, not available?

Although the finger-nerves were working much better this morning, Shaking-Shoulder-Shirly, the as-yet, unnamed new left side chest pains, and Saccades Sandra, seemed to be having a battle with each other over which one comes out on top, in the ‘Let’s give Inchcock some hassle’ stakes. They all seemed pretty productive to me! Swine!

I went to make another brew, and the noises from somewhere were like giant Woodpeckers occasionally. Accompanied naturally, by ‘The Hum’!

6Sat05I had to do some graphics up first, or I wouldn’t have got anything done. I kept jumping from CorelDraw to Google, then WordPress and back all the time. And made many errors in doing so. But on this occasion, there was no temptation to get wee’d-off or annoyed with myself at all. I just pressed on, getting into a more significant state of confusion, as to what I had done and needed doing? It’s very saddening, lugubrious and piteous to see me in this way, and yet, perhaps just for today, I pressed on merrily away – unconcerned! No fretting, worrying… This is not normal, you know!

Jane rang, she did just before, but I could hear nothing and thought it was another the Con-Job calls claiming to be from BT and telling I need urgent attention to my BT internet connection. I rang-off straight away. Anyway, our Jane rang back. Because it was six hours plus late for my usual posting the ‘Inchcock Today’, she’d rang to see if all was okay. We had a natter and laugh and moan.

Afterwards, I stopped this blog here and went to the updating of the Friday one. I’m all confused with the staying awake till gone midnight, and getting up later than I have ever done for years! Ah, well, must get on with it. Back later…

Crikey, that took some time to get done. Then I went on the WordPressREader Section, some good stuff on again for perusing, written and photographically. Then onto Pinterest. Followed by four hours on the TFZer Facebooking.

The stew is not done yet, so I turned it up, and started to update this page.

6Sat28Checked on the stew, and it looked and tasted ready to be served up as I licked my gravy covered fingers getting in the bowl – a smidge overly seasoned, though. Tsk!

A well-worthy 7/10, all the same.The slightly overcooked sourdough baguette, Great!

Washed the pots and me up, and got my gigundous-stomached ailing body down in the £300 second-hand, c1968, unstable,  recliner, and the TV on.

My recent spate of sleep deprivation helped me nod-off quicker than usual, and I slept right through for, wait for it… Seven-hours! Mind you, it was well-needed!  

Viel Glück für Sie über den Äther, Mes Amies.

Yes, I had use the Google translator!