Inchcock Today – Monday 6th January 2020: I believe Inchcock’s Diary, could confuse Confucious! It does, Inchcock!

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If Only It Could Have Been!

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Monday 6th January 2020

Welsh: Dydd Llun 6ed Ionawr 2020

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23:10hrs: I stirred in need of a wee-wee. The overweight heavily-stomached and aching all over for some reason body was reluctant to be prised away from the £300 second-hand rusty recliner. The toe still throbbed from last night’s double-stubbing!

I got to the wet room without too much hassle, all the same. I’d gone to the WC as opposed to using the GPEWWB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Wee-wee-Bucket) because I was sure the need for a Porcelain Throne evacuation was imminent. For several mornings now, the urgent need had arisen with minutes of my escaping the clutches of the recliner, and each time I had been lucky to get to the wet room on time. (I felt rather smart and smug about this planning!) However, after the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) wee-wee was finished, the hands washed, Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding treated, and I’d got to the kitchen, and still no signs of my needing a heavy-duty session had arrived. Tsk!

But I had to return to the wet room in need of another wee-wee! This one of the ELPSOAO (Extra-Long-Powerful-Spraying-Out-All-Over) Mode.

1Mon 01The knees and legs looked a tad more colourful than of late. With the Clopidgrel lumps returning. But the blood papules and all veins were looking calm. I did have a new small purplish-blue blotch on the inner of the right leg that might turn into something that the Tate Gallery might be interested in as it develops? Haha!

1Mon02Washed and creamed, medicated things, and back to make a brew and take the medications.

I got the computer on and checked the Google Diary for the next few day’s duties and appointment.

I must out today to get some bits of nosh in. No time over the next three days, I’ll be stuck indoors again. Well, two indoors, the third hopefully visiting Sister Jane at her Mansion. But don’t think I’m afraid of going there and getting told-off, tutted-at, and receiving down-the-nose looks with a curled lip, that could melt and disintegrate Tungsten, and my pockets picked by xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete. Well, nervous, perhaps!

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I felt like crying, but instead, I inwardly vituperated to Mr Fries and cursed my accursed bad luck in moving from BT to Liberty-Global Virgin Media internet. Although looking back now, BT was about as bad as this shower is at providing a decent service! Mind you, Fries’ lot charge more!

I went to make another brew of tea and cleaned the pots I’m missed from doing last night. When I returned to the computer, at least it had a connection – albeit was still slow. My dislike for Mr Fries and Liberty-Global went down to Defcon 3.

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I plodded relentlessly on with the updating. Other than a good few wee-wees, which were a variety of modes, length, pain, and splashbackabilities. Got the post finished eventually. When the top-priority demand for the Porcelain Throne arrived.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 Off to the wet room, I made it in time enough, although it was still closer than I would have liked, for comfort. The passing went well, no bleeding and little mess and pain. The only thing worth mentioning was after the event, and a tad perplexing! The water in the WC, was bubbling, almost like in a geyser? One flush cleared the contents, and I could not help but stick my finger in the water, to assure myself it wasn’t actually hot! The bubbles continued for about another minute, then died down. I was in a state of puzzlement, mystification, and bewildered at what could have caused this violent bubbling in the first place? Another enigma of my beloved Nottingham City Homes, Woodthorpe Court. That lies somewhere between the twilight zone and a wormhole slipping through a tear in the fabric of space & the universal continuum, producing illusion, delusion, & hallucinational activities! Hehehe! Mmm?

I struggled with the slow internet service, with the odd intermittent few seconds going downtime, and went on the WordPress Reader. Then the TFZer Facebooking.

By the time I had around top starting this page off, spend about an hour on it, with the regular wee-wees (I hope they ease-off before I go out later), is needed, I got around to thoughts of food, and what to have for brekkers. I decided on a mug of tea and some cornflakes, providing they had not gone all soggy (I’ve had them in for a while now!). I went to check them out.

1Mon02aBrekkers was corn flakes with a jam tart and mint bikkies with a mug of the very bestest brew, Glenghettie Gold. And it was so good!

Washing the dishes, and the summoning to the WC arrived, and I  did the Ablutionalisatiioning at the same time.

Many dropsies were done. The toothbrush and paste were very active in their flying and slipping out of the hand today.

1Mon05aAfter the shave and shower, the sock glide battle victory went to the green plastic-covered metal frame, in particular to the finger-trapping holding gripper, known to me as Agripper the Hun! And at times like these, a few other choicest descriptive and curse-like words. (I shiver at the very thought of it!) 

I got dressed and prepared the black and recycling bags to take down with me.

WDP 003l WD 0.0.255A I got the shoes on and went to start the flat checks, taps, lights, etc. before leaving. As I went into the kitchen, I tripped on the raised door-stopper, and tumbled knees first onto the floor! After a few moments of annoying verbal responses, I struggled to bet back up, painfully onto my pins.

1Mon04It turned out that the reason for the Whoppsie was that the velcro on the shoes, had stopped sticking altogether? I tried my best to get them to work without any success. So, into the bin, they were dispatched. After I applied dollops of Phorpain Gel, well rubbed in, I tried the other pair of shoes, but the velcro on them was not exactly reliable? What’s going on?

After the pains eased, I moved on and got the bags on the trolley.

WDP 10R02LWD 0.0.255 As I was putting on the new coat, I spotted that the tear on the left-hand side of the tweed had got a lot worse! Oh, dear, getting wee’d-off now! I had to dig out the old but used only once flak-jacket type coat.I’d stopped wearing it after one try because it was too tight for me with the weight I put on after the stroke. Amazingly, it fitted? Ah, well!

I departed the flat and took the black bags to the waste-chute. Then down in the lift and took the recycling bag to Stew’s room.

1Mon06WDPH01R4WD 0.0.255 As I went into the welcoming warmth of the link Corridor to Winwood Court, I spotted that the Fire and access door out to the alfresco benches was still ajar! It’s been a security risk like this for many weeks now, but nobody in authority seems to be interested or bothered about it?

1Mon05I’ll mention it again to the ILC if I see one on the way out. I still have a yearning to get out there one day, on a bench, with my crossword book, pen, and a flask of tea and a bar of chocolate, perhaps. In the warm sunshine? What did I say? Sunshine? What’s that then? Hehehe!

1Mon07I proceeded in an Easterly direction (hehe!) along the link corridor, towards the ILC’s (Independent Living Coordinator’s), Wardens. Interrogation Office, hopefully, to remind them off the open external door, again. I could hear much laughter coming from the 1Mon06alady’s hairdresser salon that cheered me up a bit. I like it when folks are happy, a rarity nowadays. No luck in finding any ICL, so I went into the Winwood Court Social Area, and had a go at the crossword book puzzles.

As I plodded on to the Winchester Court lobby, I was most pleased with the lack of hassle from Arthur Itis, considering the tumble I took earlier.

I found a few tenants sat in there awaiting the bus. Doris, Cyndy, Margaret, May, and name unknown others were there. I handed around the nibbles and accepted the snide remarks, insults, put-downs, and the superior sarcasm from Frank in good spirit and kept walking around in case the knees froze up. As soon as I got outside to go to the bus stop, I realised that the cold, bitter, Winwood Heights wind was still with us. Brrr! I took a few photos while laughing with the ever-growing clan at the shelter.

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When we got on the bus, I settled in the corner side-saddle seat. Cyndy, Doris and Frank and a couple of other tenants sat nearby. We chatted en route, but a lot of what was said, I had to guess by the sayer’s facial expression. For the hearing aids seemed to be losing power occasionally? I got off last on Upper Parliament Street, the others scattered. The w1Mon10ind seemed less vicious in the City Centre.

I hobbled into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall), and straight to the Next shop, and got a voucher.

Then out back onto Parliament Street, and stood for a while, watching the Nottinghamian’s cross against the Don’t Walk sign. One pedestrian actually shouted and gestured at a driver as he turned from Milton Street!

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1Mon13I crossed over later and stopped to take this snap of the crowds in Clumber Street. The Nottinghamians appeared in a slightly better, less down-in-the-mouth mood today, and Pavement Cyclists were noticeable by their absence?

Also, Arthur Itis was still kind to me? Considering the force in which Arthur’s knees hit the kitchen floor, this is strange. Very Oddlimost! Ah, maybe the Phorpain gel for once, and the extra codeine might have helped?

I limped along, at a fair rate of knots, the three-wheel-guide was empty so easier to control. And I got to the Poundland World on Wheeler Gate and spent a fair bit of dosh. I ended up buying; Dettol disinfectant, a Pork Farms pork pie, a can of beef in gravy, sliced wholemeal rolls, steak slices, cooked chicken slices, almonds, cashews, Orange flavoured digestive bikkies and a lemon breeze spray disinfectant. The lady put them through for me within a couple of minutes, less her.

1Mon14I got the things in the bags evenly weighted, and off through the square towards the bus stop.

The slab square was still being cleaned up after the Winter Wonderland. What a messy, untidy flop that was!

1Mon14aAt the bottom of Queen and King Streets on my way up to the bus shelter, I spotted this chap in his mini-street cleaner, taking a rest and break. It looked like a new vehicle. I wonder if they sell them one at a time? I could use the recharging facility on Chestnut Walk? Just a thought. Hahaha!

1Mon16I got up to the L9 bus stop. Not many folks around today? And none got on en route back to Winwood Heights. I fought against falling asleep all the way. But the driver helped me, by his imitating Nigel Manson with his driving. Thus, I had to stay awake to concentrate on not being tipped out of the seat on each corner!

Back on Chestnut Walk at the flats, I got off last as is usual. (This avoids me getting trampled on as I get off of the bus, Haha!) I stopped for a while to chinwag with Penny, and hand-over her belated New Year treat, only a little bottle of wine, but she liked it.

I walked back through Winchester into Winwood Court. I was going to try to tell Warden and Laptop dancer Deana, about the door still being insecure, open in fact, on the link passage. But they were very busy with people in the office, so I plodded on. I had a look at the door as I went by it, it was still open.

1Mon16aIn the lift and up, out and into the flat. Where for some unknown, possibly weird, reason I decided that I’d get the handwashing done. So, it was done, rung and hung.

By the time I’d finish it, I was feeling well-drained and the usual afternoon confusion-of-the-brain was returning. Tsk! I moved the evenings clothing to the airers.

This started me thinking, my wee-weeing is a bit erratic innit? One day none stop, the next little at all?

I found a packet of the mushroom pate in the fridge and thought it would go nice in the wholemeal rolls.

Then I investigated in the freezer 1Mon18band found the chips I’d forgotten about having. They were called Truffle Fries and looked almost pale-green in colour when I opened the packet. It had bits of what looked like black pepper spread over them. And had a smell that I’ve never sniffed before to them. I was in two-minds (As usual, though!) about whether I 1Mon19should try them or not? I had a look at the ingredients list on the bag: Potatoes, sunflower oil, Black Truffle & Sea Salt, Dried parsley etc. I don’t even know what a truffle really is? I decided to try them out.

WDP 20193AWD 0.0.255 I and got them in the oven cooking, and set to making the roll sarnies. This is when I realised I’d forgot to get some tomatoes! Humph! So I put lashings of caramelised onion chutney, in the rolls with the mushroom pate!

1Mon17Oh, boy, how I managed to keep my hands off of them I don’t know. The aroma of the pate was tempting me to eat them straight away. But, being a good boy, I resisted. Hah-ha!

The truffle fries didn’t look cooked after the 25 minutes recommended time in the oven, so I gave them long and kept having a look at them.

When it came to plating them, they smelt so different to anything I’ve cooked before and were still a tinge green looking. But, by golly, they tasted so good! Now, I have to remember where I got them from. Humph! They almost tasted like meat?

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I found out the chips were bought from Iceland. So I must do an order for next week with some of the Truffle fries on in the morning!

I got the pots washed, took the evening medications and applied some gel on the knees.

WDPright05aThen, I just think I might have fallen asleep as I was actually getting into the recliner, cause I can’t remember anything after that?

Life gets very complicated with ageing. I know! Humph!

Inchcock Today – Sunday 5th January 2020: More than owt else, I remember the toe-stubbings. Hehe!

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Sunday 5th January 2020

Myanmar (Burmese): တနင်္ဂနွေ 5th ဇန်နဝါရီ 2020

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23:10hrs: I woke up with a jump, to find myself half-in, half-out of the £300, second-hand c1968, cringingly-beige-coloured rickety recliner. I had a bit of a job getting myself back safely into the dusty dust-covered chair. Confusion reigned in my bonce for a few seconds. I noticed signs of nocturnal-nibbling having taken place. Bits and pieces of nuts spread about generously?

Then, the brain kicked into gear, and the memory-box revealed a possible reason for my spreadeagled waking position; A dream I’d been having! It appears that I was on a flat-top roof somewhere, with a dirty great long pole with a paintbrush attached to the end of it, and a tin of red paint, and was decorating the sky! Mmm?

I wearily exited the recliner, grabbed the four-pronged walking stick, and hauled my heavily-stomached, flabby torso to the kitchen, and put the kettle on. When the morning summoning from the innards for the use of the Porcelain Throne arrived. And yet again, it was a sudden and urgent demand.

WDP 11gL WD 80.0.0 Before I got down properly on the raised plastic seat, things began moving! I felt this and got down the last few inches quickly to try to avoid any faux-pas… Unfortunately, an appendage got trapped against the plastic! Argh! My concentration drifted from the evacuation to the tiny-tender area affected, as the motion flowed unstoppably, under its own control.

When it finally decided to stop coming, I rose to inspect Little Inchy. Of course, the squash had started fungal lesion bleeding! So the first thing was some cleansing, then medicationalisationing with the Cortisone, then Savlon creams. (I barely flinched! Well, I might have a little bit!)

WDP 11hLWD 80.0.0 Then the Porcelain Throne bowl was looked at, the flushing had not moved much of the massive, messy, gooey evacuated product. Another twist of the handle, and still it was only partly gone. I moved the clock, radio and Men’s Eau-de-toilette bottle from the system top to remove the lid, and filled it by jugs of water from the sink until the tank was filled. Tried the flush, and all gone at last!

WDP 11eLWD 80.0.0aC I foolishy allowed myself to get into a Smug-Mode, thinking how well I’d coped with the injury and sorting out the WC system. Putting the things back on top of the tank, and the autonomic nerves let me down again, and I dropped the clock from my grasp. I’m sure I don’t need to explain to you, where it ended up landing? Great Jehosaphat! Please, not another Whoopsiedangleplop day like yesterday? I beg!

I wobbled back into the kitchen to make the brew again and took last nights medications that I had omitted to take. Tsk! Took the tea with me and got the computer going. Pressed on with updating the Saturday blog. Which surprisingly only took me about two hours to get done. The finger-ends were amazingly less bothersome, Shaking Shaun was noticeable by his absence of interest in punishing me, and Duodenal Donald didn’t give a single stab (yet) while I was doing the diary update! Something was going well? I tentatively, apprehensively allowed myself a few moments of Smugness.

Around 01:40hrs, I’d finished and posted off the blog. I put some pictures on Pinterest. Then went on the WordPress reader. Next, to my beloved TFZer Facebooking.

Off to make a brew. I took two shots of the moon. I used Auto mode for these.

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Then, I checked the emails. I’d had one reply to my request for permission to visit her come in, from Sister Jane. She granted her permission. I plan to attend their mansion next Wednesday, hopefully, no medical appointments will come in for that day. But, I’m a little nervous about going, cause I cannot carry a stick with me, and she will not like me going in her spotlessly-hygienic palace with the three-wheeled trolley? Could get me in trouble this. Perhaps I can have a search for the old collapsable stick I had somewhere. Or did I give it away? Did I bring it from the old house with me? Confused Inchcock, now changing the subject! Hehe!

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I made a start on this post, as the wee-wees grew more frequent than ever. All of them were the SSP (Short-Sharp-Painful) variety.

I decided it was time for phagomania which had taken over my thoughts, to be appeased. So I hobbled to the kitchen to see what was to be had for brekkers. I made some wholemeal bread-thin sarnies with some turkey thingies on sticks.

Then I remembered I getting low on the Thompsons and Glengettie Gold tea bags, so I made an order for Ocado. I put all the changes on the Google Calendar. Then off to make another mug of tea and have yet another wee-wee.

Taking these pictures. The sky and down towards Chestnut Walk below. Noticing a free car parking space! Amazing!

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Then I got back on the computer (not literally, you understand?), and checked to see if any comments had come in on the Saturday post. Two to reply to, which cheered me up a tad.

I tried to get some graphics done on CorelDraw, but the concentration was not good, yet earlier in the morning it was fairly good?

I managed to do a couple and had to stop, to get Josie’s meal prepared. If not too tired afterwards, I shall return later. (I was too tired after-all)

I got the meal done for Josie first. Tuna with mayonnaise added, sliced tomato, mushrooms, garden peas, roast onions, and her favourite, the soft mashed, extra-cheesy potatoes. An apple, a Limoncello dessert and a can of pink gin & tonic, for afters as an extra treat for my next-door neighbour Josie. As she mentioned last week about me giving her too much on the plate, I made the meal a little smaller for her this time.

7Sun34WDP12LWD 80.0.0 For the first time ever, I was a little late in getting it delivered at the target time of twelve o’clock. With me feeling a little out-of-it suddenly, by the visit of Konrad Confusion, and not concentrating properly at all, I purposely took my time while cooking, to avoid any Faux pas or accidental-happening. Which meant it was 12:10hrs when I arrived at her door with the meal on the trolley-server for her. Josie is as forgetful as I am, and inadvertently lets it slip from her memory every Sunday, bless her. She was on the phone to her sister,  and I waited until she answered the door. By then, all I had built up to say to her had gone. So I waffled something or other, and as I was saying I hope you enjoy it; Josie asked what the ball shaped thing on her plate was. (Ah, one of the things I’d forgotten to mention to her) I explained it was smoked Haddock and cheese in a breadcrumbed potato casing. I feared she might not like this, but and crossed my fingers as we parted, that she would.

I was feeling confused still when I got back into the apartment. Got some cheesy mash made for my nosh, and put that in the oven to crisp up a bit. Then washed the pots from the first meal-making session.

7Sun31Then I got the Inchcock’s ingestible ingredients served upon the plate. Crispy cheesy potatoes, beetroot, mushrooms, peas, tomatoes and some delectable tasting Mushroom pate; which I put inside wholemeal bread thins to eat, with the pate, sliced tomatoes and caramelised onion in them, to give it an almost perfect twang!

Got the pans etc wash-up quickly, and settled in the £300, second-hand c1968, not working, rickety recliner, and feasted on the food! It was delightful, despite my not feeling-up-to-scratch. (I’ll have to remember to look up[ where that saying came from) A Flavour-Rating of 8/10 for this meal.

I looked at the TV Freeview schedule, to find if there was anything worth watching. There must be at least, well, over 200 Freeview channels on my old set. And there was nothing, apart from the Liverpool v Everton match, that I was interested in viewing. Plenty of repeats, some from the 1940s, others that had been shown three or four times already this week, that I’d seen. But no Red Dwarf, A-Team, or good films at all. The only stuff that I might have been tempted by was on too late for me to stay awake till.

I set the alarm to wake me in case I fell asleep, so’s not to miss the football match. (In case I fell asleep? Hahaha!) I put a Black Books DVD on and fell asleep within minutes.

I didn’t hear the alarm, but I did wake up in need of a wee-wee, about ten minutes into the football game. I did stay partly awake for the game, which Liverpool won, despite their young inexperienced team on the day.

I nodded off, and something woke me up, in my confused state, it took me a while to realise it was the door chimes. I got to the door eventually…

WDP 11mLWD 80.0.0aC Having given myself a Double-Toe-Stubbing en route to the door! First, in my half-awake state, on the door-stop bar,  and then on the flipping wheel of the Walker-Guide trolley in the hallway! My language was a touch on the naughty side, but luckily only muttered to myself. It was Josie, returning the cutlery, plate and serving tray. I thanked her and inquired if she liked the smoked haddock and cheese thingamabob, to my pleasant surprise, she said she did. I returned to the recliner, taking care not to have any toe-stubs en route.

Luckily again, I’d missed no goals in the match, and was able to watch the game until the end. Which is where I must have nodded-off, cause I can’t remember owt else.

Inchcock: Saturday 4th January 2020: A damned daunting, demoralising, depressingly dispiriting day. Oy-Yoy-Yoy!

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Saturday 4th January 2020

Hawaiian: Poaono 4 Ianuali 2020

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02:45hrs: I stirred into an imitation-synthetic-pretend life, and wondered for a moment what the smell was I sensed. I realised it was the Eau-de-toilette spray that the nozzle had come free on, and I generously got over myself and the carpet a couple of days earlier. Why I should suddenly sniff it now, I don’t know?

As I was encouraging Arthur Itis to let me stand up, the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I had to put up with Arthur’s agony to get top the wet room in time. (They’re getting more urgent every day, these evacuations?) But I made it in time. Then as things started automatically again, I thought they may never end! Just where it’s all coming from, beats me! Massive and messy, too!

I put the kettle on and decided to try and get a few shots of the moon while it was out of the clouds. As you can see below, I had to rush them a little. On the third effort, Shaking Shaun gave me a rattling just as I was clicking the camera. I couldn’t have produced this piece of abstract-artwork if I had tried to? Hehe!

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Took the medications, made the tea. As I was looking for the ear-dropper, I found notes for an ode I’d made long, long ago. I decided to get the updating done for the Friday diary, and then make-up and renew this unused poem.

Doing the diary, took me ages, as the autonomic nerves in the hand and fingers were playing up something awful. But did get on with amending and updating the Rhyme post. I made a header in CorelDraw: Befuddling Thoughts.

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Pretty pleased with myself, I went into Smug-Mode, as the mobile tone chirped put, it was a Text Message. It came from Iceland, at first I thought they were going to cancel my order again. I went on the Email to have a look. Sent a message to Sister Jane while I was on there. Then found an Iceland message, which read (See right) re; Iceland’s famously inept and unsuitable substitutes. But, I shall make do with the no Pork Shoulder steaks, and accept the horrible oversweet, sickly Toffee yoghourt substitutes and hand the nm into the Winwood Court Social room kitchen, later on, at least the can be made use of. I hope someone here enjoys them.

I went to make another mug of tea. And took these shots of the morning partly red skyline. Red sky in the morning, ‘Shepherds warning’?

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I got handwashing soaking in the sink. Then trundled of hobblingly to the wet-room to get the ablutions done. Not one of my more successful sessions. Number one, it was too early to use the shower, and I do enjoy showering so much. So a stand-up wash was needed. Not the most refreshing of things.

wd 60.25.0 2 WDP 003gTaking off my jammy bottoms, was a little akin to a Bull-in-China-shop! Humph! I knocked the following, although it might have been more, but, I can recall that two cans of body spray, the kitchen towel, my scissors, the Germoloid and the Clobetasone cream, and the crossword book and pen, all tumbled off onto the floor. The pen went down the back of the cabinet, so will probably be found after I have snuffed it. I managed to retrieve the other stuff, much to the annoyance of Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis! Tsk!

wd 60.25.0 2 I7Sun01 did the teeth, only dropping the brush and toothpaste once each. Then the nasal spray. Moved on to shaving, and the foam can went twice, and the razors repeatedly, so much so, that I decided to do flannel wash first, hoping the Peripheral Neuropathy would have calmed down a bit, and the nerve-end would be working a bit better by then. The flannel went a couple of times out of my grip, as did the carbolic soap.

When IWDP 003l got back to shaving, I have to say I felt a bit a Smug and Clever Mode come over me. For the dropsies had reduced tremendously as the nerve-ends were getting the message to the brain at last! I moved up to a Sycophantic-Smarmy-Mode! But this didn’t stop me getting a few tiny cuts. Then, the dreaded Sock-Glide Battle! Arthur Itis is particularly ‘Anti-Sock-Glide’ today! But at least I avoided any toe-stubbings and finger trappings! Yeehaa!

7Sun02wd 60.25.0 2 I dressed and WDP 002Lwent to get the handwashing finished. I got it done and wrung, but a problem when I started to get it hung! The flaming hangar that  I use for the jammie-bottoms, shattered into pieces!

WDP 02lbwd 60.25.0 2 Of course, the wet freshly washed jammie trews fell on the floor I hoovered and mopped yesterday, and tipped the waste bin up over its way down! So had to be cleaned again! And believe me, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were not happy about this in the slightest! (I wasn’t exactly over the moon with it, myself!) There are times when life doesn’t seem to be going right – this, was one of them! Crabs and Grobblecraps! In fact, Double Crabs and Grobblecraps! I’m all Gumpy and irritable, now!

6Sat12Shortly afterwards, the Iceland man cameth. I mentioned the substitutes and he told me, nothing to do with me, you should have an email, sort it with them, not me! I signed for the goods and he shot off like Mr Bolt, only quicker! Haha! It was plain to me, that Iceland was forever letting folk down, and some customers were blaming the delivery men?

WDP 001 Lawd 60.25.0 2 I got the coat on, and took the black bags to the waste chute, on my way down to take the substituted toffee yoghourts to the Winwood kitchen. Once on the ground floor, I thought I’d take the canon camera out ready take few snaps en route to the kitchen through to Winwood Court. Sod-it! I’d left it up in the flat on charge! And, the fire door out to the alfresco benches in the corridor was wide open again! Great security for the old folks that! I’ve reported it three times this week!

WDPh 01wd 60.25.0 2 I got to the kitchen room, and about nine people were sat having breakfast. I didn’t recognise any of the clan, but I threw them a merry-as-I-could-manage. “Good Morning each!” All I got back was looks that said. “Who’s he then?’ I handed the yoghourts in at the kitchen window and returned, depressed and miserable back to Woodthorpe Court.

WDP 10Lwd 60.25.0 2 As I we2019 Thu 6nt through from the warmth of Windwood Court into the bitterly cold Woodthorpe, a ladies voice called asking if I was alright, it was Chrissie (I think), with some bad news. Mo in the hospital had passed away. This put me in a right bad frame of mind, and I nearly had a cry for Mo, she was a right character, we all liked her so. Here’s the last photo I took of Mo. I’ll see if anyone is going to the funeral, I’d like to go. RIP Mo, loved you, gal! ♥

I got in the flat and did shed a few tears. Mo was not the sentimental sort, so I’ll try to remember her as she was on the day I took this photo, bless her.

6Sat13I decided to get the things ready for the meal later. The first thing was to get the mushrooms in the slow cooker. I added some sea salt and a splash of the Sukang Puti vinegar. This Malaysian made brewed vinegar is so tangy. 6Sat17Mmm! I opened a can of potatoes and garden peas and put it in a saucepan ready.

wd 60.25.0 2 This is where things went out-of-kilt for me again. What a pickle I got myself into! My depression as boosted straight away. Had I not had enough things go wrong already today?

6Sat16WDP 003cI reached up into the cupboard above the kettle to get the plastic jar of demerara sugar to add some to the peas and spuds! Well, the myasthenia gravis and Neurotransmitters failed at just the wrong time, perfectly to cause the maximum damage! The tub fell out of the insensitive hand, via the cabinet below and kettle, into the jug of water, and the container split open – the sugar poured out all over the place and water slashed on everything! Including the kettle workings.

I got the mess in the sink as fast as I could, but it was a pointless effort on my part!

Cleaning and sorting cost me an hours time, at least. But, for some unfathomable reason, I kept at it, and even failed to commit suicide! Haha! 

I was down in the dumps, though. I half-heartedly updated this blog. Later, I tried to lighten it a bit.

6Sat18I got the oven warming and when it heated enough, I put some smoked haddock and a battered whiting fillet in and watched over it cooking. I dare not keep an eye one it, after today’s series of mishaps. I carefully got the plate filled with feast-like foods, and when I got around to taking a photographicalisation of it, Shaking Shaun shunted into this Saturday’s shenanigans.

WDP 02Lcwd 60.25.0 2 Not Dizzy Dennis, just Shaun. But that was enough, the mood he was in. By the time I got taken the tray of fodder into the front room, I found I had left a trail of garden peas, and the odd potato and slice of beetroot scattered behind me, on the floor! I put down the tray and got the picker-upperer to retrieve the dropsied food. (More cleaning and sorting to do! Depression can become habit-forming, yer know! Haha! Humph! By the time I got settled to consume the food, it was well not-warm! And yet, I ate it all, (not the retrieved bits, Hehe!) and found it tasty enough. Flavour rating worth 6.5/10. 

I was too knackered to bother doing the pots, and just put them in the sink to soak. Returned to the £300 second-hand c1968 rickety recliner to rest, but sleep was not an option, the mind-blasting started. I did not want to go over losing Mo and other calamities of the day in my head again.

So, I put on the Steven Seagal – Mike Tyson ‘Tribal Warfare’ DVD. It was that bad, it actually helped me escape the brain’s mind-blasting. Yet Shaking Shaun was still with me after I cut short the film, and had to rise for a wee-wee, a near disaster was averted by me going to the wet room, for Shaun was shaking just about everything, including Little Inchy.

WDP10L03Rwd 60.25.0 2 Thank heavens for having the wet room, and the shower to clean up the sprayed all over the place evacuation, and the clean pair of trews to exchange with the old, er… now-wetter ones! Which I put in disinfectant and liquid soapflakes to soak in the bucket overnight.

Back to the recliner, a shattered, depressed, welmish, tired and monumentally pissed-off old Nottinghamian, in search of peace of mind, a reduction in Whoopsiedangleplopalisation, and some sleep. Please!

Inchcock: Friday 3rd January 2020: Chinwaggless Friday. Humph!

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Friday 3rd January 2020

Turkish: 3 Ocak 2020 Cuma

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WD 150.0.0 23:00hrs: I woke, almost disappointed in not wanting to use the Porcelain Throne, but a demand for a wee-wee arrived, that forced me to reluctantly for once, remove my bulbous, wobbly-short plump-bellied body from the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both giving me a break. I hobbled to the wet room, and found myself quietly singing on the way?

WDP 2019a2The release was of a totally new mode, to me. It started so promisingly as well! An FDBFF (Firm-Determined-But-Faded-Fast) style. (Which all the others, so-many, that followed were of the same fashion- I shan’t bother recording them, there were countless, and irritated Little Inchies fungal lesion as well! It’ll save on ink and time. Haha!) 

I poddled to the kitchen and made a brew. Took the medications. Phorpain Gel, Germaloid cream, Clobetasone cream, Corticosteroid cream, Daktacort lotion, and Clopidogrel ketoconazole applied where needed.

WDP 002ARThen, I olive-oiled the ear-holes. The right one was bleeding for some unknown reason, just a smidge. Probably I scratched at it in my nocturnal dreaming. For while I was tackling the Sock-Glide, a bit of the dream came back to mind. Something was trying to crawl into my ear canal, but it was too large to get in. I was on a wet grass riverbank, with Canada Geese all around me, and it was belting down with rain, and that’s about all I recall about it? This bit of musing, most likely helped me in a way, cause suddenly I’d got both socks on, without any bits of my fingers missing, blood welts, dropsies or stubbed toes! Oh, Yes!

4Thu04WDP08LRWD 150.0.0 I set about de-coking the hearing-aids and replacing the batteries. Which involved creating yet another Whoopsiedangleplop, but of sheer quality – in a weird way. I dropped (as was to be expected, really) one of the hearing-aid batteries, which disappeared altogether. Got another one out, and lost that one too! But, I spotted it rolling out into the hallway. There is a raised door stop that it bounced over, it hit the door frame and rebounded back into the kitchen, ran around the stack of drawers, hit the sink cabinet and went back and settled under the drawers!

I fetched the better picker-upper, got down on the knees (at this point Arthur Itis rebelled at such idiocy, and started to give me, and still is, some gip!) I managed to get the picker-upperer under the cabinet. However, I could not see beneath it. Blindly pulled it back out sideways. Out came, along with some dust and debris, one well out-of-date Duracell AAA battery, and… wait for it… ‘Two hearing aid batteries!’ Hahaha! I would have laughed then, but I still had the problem of getting back on my feet to tackle.

Fortunately, the sink is just the right height and width for me to grab onto. With a monumental effort and Arthur Itis’s agony in both knees, I painfully persisted, and progressed my person up, and into a perpendicular position! Yeehaa!

Mind you, I needed a few minutes to get over it! I took an extra Codeine 30g pain-killer.

WD 150.0.0 I spotted the, to me, fantastic view out of the unwanted, light & view-blocking kitchen window. So I took a picture with the Nikon camera, in Nightime Panorama mode, and have put it here in a larger view, cause I liked it for once. Especially as I took pains to get it right, well, in a way… I cracked my knee on the heater as I leant out of the window to take the shot. Arthur Itis is even more pissed-off with me now! Humph!

5Fri02

Got the aids cleaned and going well again, and returned, slowly and carefully, to the computer to make a much-belated start to the updating process. Just bending the knee to sit down was unpleasant, to say the least!

The updating in itself was alright, but new folders were needed to be made for these 2020 shots, in Pinterest and Facebook afterwards. This took me so many more hours into the day. And having to get up so often for a wee-wee, was making me irritable. Well, the pain in the knees did each time. Grumph!

DSCN1422I made a brew and moved the handwashing onto the airer.

At least Dizzy Dennis and Shaking Shaun were in a decent mood with me this morning. Not that Arthur Itis is too bad now… no that’s a fib. He’s cruel and bitter with me! Hehehe!

5Fri01Summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived from the innards, and off I trotted to the wet room. The amount evacuated was again ginormous, yet the system coped with it, well almost. There were some unrecognised bits still floating in the water after flushing. What it was, I know not, but it was a little concerning all the same.

5Fri03I was about to put the camera away after taking the shot of the WC above. But, could I find the lens cover to put back on it? No! Well, not for ages anyway. I searched back in the computer room, no luck there. Had a look in the kitchen, nope! Back in the wet room, couldn’t find it, so I took the snaps of the pins (legs).  Then as I was leaving the room. there they were, in plain view all the time on top of a loo roll! My sanity is coming into question, this is the third 5Fri08time its happened this new year, already! The pins had gone even more anaemic! The veins looked like they were about to erupt again. I took a snap of the kitchen window view as the blue hue took over the skies.

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5Fri04I went on the WordPress reader. Then went on my beloved TFZer Facebooking site. Taking a lot of time to get the photographs on, with these also needing new albums creating.

I moved the handwashing around on the airer. By gum, I’m a good lad!

Tired as I was, the templates still need making up. So, I made a start on them in CorelDraw. I got two finished, and got some beef, black beans, tomatoes, and gungo beans in the saucepan, and added some balsamic vinegar, salt, tomato puree, basil and beef seasoning. It doesn’t much, but when it was stirred well, it tasted pretty good. So I must get the other graphics done, and remember to keep going to stir the pan.

Which I did, and eventually got the other two days graphicalisations done.

Totally shattered now. Turned off the computer and had a look at what was on offer on the TV.  Channel 63 looks interesting if I can get in on my set.

5Fri10Got the nosh prepped. Beef in the pan with caramelised gravy, rosemary and basil, tomatoes and puree, balsamic vinegar, black beans, carrots, onions, gungo beans and all on the simmer for yonks. 

Timer set, to remind me to put the baguette in the oven in time for everything to be ready at the same time.

Got it served up in the dish. I thought I’d better get the saucepan cleaned first, as it was in a right sticky, messy state. So, I did.

5Fri11Then got it served on the tray, took it and sat in the £300 second-hand, c1968 recliner, and ate it while watching the TV version of Quatermass 2 on a DVD. All six episodes, and without nodding off, well, maybe the odd one. A lemon mousse for afters. I was most delighted with the flavour and gave it a rating of 8/10.

When the DVD had ended, I got the pots washed, thought about doing the handwashing, but chickened out, took the medications, and returned to the grungily-beige-coloured recliner.

The mind-blasting started. All past and present failures, mistakes, wrong choices made, fears, hatreds and jealousies mingled together, tormenting my already weak mind and apatheticness to sink even further. It felt like it lasted for hours and hours, with no pardons, forgiveness, corrective thoughts or ideas, and self-denigration flourished.

I assume I got to sleep eventually because I woke up later. Hehe!

Folks born in January: They age backwards and are the liveliest people to be around as they get older and older. So many of them live to be 100!

Happy Birthdays for Sister Jane and xyrophobia-suffering hubby Pete.

Inchcock: Thurs 2 January 2020: Dizzy Dennis had a ball with me today. Humph!

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Thursday 2nd January 2020

Igbo (South-Eastern Nigeria): Tọzdee 2 Jenụwarị 2020

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WDP 003cWD 0.0.30 W 23:45hrs: Ah, I woke up with the immediate needs of old this morning. Nothing mattered more than getting to the Porcelain Throne in time! So much so, that I nearly fell out of the £300 second-hand recliner, dropped the walking stick, and passed-wind all the way to the wet room, and barely made it in time. The evacuation started of its own accord, but soon needed some painful encouragement from me to complete things. 

When it was all over, and I noticed a couple of good aspects of the session, only a few specks of blood from the rear quarters, and Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding or leaking at all! The flushing seemed to clear away that plentiful dollop of input with ease, too.

3Wed03But it left the tummy aching a bit. Not surprising, with having gone so long without the pleasure of an evacuation, Hehe! The pins (legs) seemed to have kept their one more significant than the other status from yesterday, but the varicose, spider and iliac veins seemed to be hiding away? Also, the Clopidogrel lumps and blotches were far less prominent. They had lost their colouring and returned to the ghostly anaemic paleness. Still, their nonuniformness gives my life a bit of interest. The legs and the evacuationalistical variations stop me fever ever getting bored with life! Depressed, yes, but jaded, no! Hahaha!

I finished the updating of the Wednesday blog in good time. Being stuck indoors with no buses and not up to hobbling, meant so few photos to sort out. I added some to the Pinterest site, then went on the WordPress Reader. Next, my enjoyable bash at the TFZer Facebooking.

WDP 15LWD 0.0.30 W All ready to make a start on this Thursday post, and I went to make a mug of tea and took the medications. I’d just put the kettle on when bubbling and wind, none-stop, emitted from the rear-end! I may have broken the walking with a stick speed record, as I whizzed, wobblingly to the wet-room! This time, my getting sat down on the plastic time, was cut fine. The evacuation flowed all on under its own steam, and hurt a bit as it did so! It was soon completed, surprisingly the amount of product in the porcelain was astronomical in size.

The system did not cope with one flush! I’d have liked to bend the flapper-valve rod to make the tank fill-up quicker, but dare not touch it, not with my mechanical inabilities and making-a-mess-of record. So I had to fill it with water from the sink and flush again – Twice; before it cleared the system! Tsk!

4Thu01Washed and cleared up and back to make the brew!

I took this photograph as I entered the kitchen, just cause I thought it looked different.

WDP 02lbWD 0.0.30 W A wrong decision as it happens. I dropped the metal-four-pronged stick, which bounced against the cabinet and back down, right on my corn! (I may have silently said something like, ‘Oh, bother!’, or ‘Fancy that!’) But I do recall making a mental note to myself: “Don’t go in the kitchen again, without putting the light on first! – Pillock!

WDP 10R02LAs I made a start on this post: Guess What?

Crabs and Grobblecraps! Well fancy that, and just a week after they turned of the service to Upgrade and Improved the service. Service and Liberty-Global should not be used together; they are so far apart!

Virgin (4b)

It wasn’t down too long this time and soon returned to Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet’s usual mode – Slow!

WDP 002LWD 0.0.30 W I went on CorelDraw, to work on a couple more graphics to use in the templates. Got a couple only done and off back to the Porcelain Throne! This second releasing was as big as the first one was! Still, after so long without one, it was to be expected.

The work was saved, and the computer turned off. And off I went to the kitchen to get the handwashing done, wrung and hung.

WDP 10R04LWD 0.0.30 W Then I tackled the risky daily job of ablutionalisationing! It was not one of my luckier sessions. I did the teggies, with several dropsies of the brush (3) and toothpaste tube (1). The shave produces more… I know, I can Christen these as, maybe ‘Whoopsiedangleplopdropsies’? A bit long, isn’t it? Hehe! The shave produced many more, all the razors (5), the neurotransmitters failure to get transmissions to the brain being the cause. Then as if by magic, the nerve-ends seemed to start working again, which pleased me much. The occasional odd lack of sensitivity, of course, occurs all the time, but a batch of them like when I was doing the teeth and shaving, is a rarity. Showering, I managed to keep a hold on the shower-head, but the 4Thu02carbolic soap slipped away a few times (5). All went well with the towelling off. Checking on the pins (legs) was almost a pleasure.

The right peripheral neuropathy affected leg was still much thinner than the left pin. Although once again pale and were anaemic looking and colour.

The Clopidogrel lumps and clumps were not showing at all. There were no more new blood papules, either. And the varicose and spider veins seemed to had gone into a Hide-away-mode?

WDPH01L44Thu02aWD 0.0.30 W But the Sock-Glide battle proved to be a painful one. The gripper gave me a blood-blister. Which, of course, was nothing new or unexpected. It was over-confidence that caused this minuscule little injury. When I dopped the glide, and it landed on my toe. I think I may have uttered an exclamatory word along the lines of ‘Bother’ or something similar. I think it might be less painful for me to try and put the socks on manually. I was thinking about it, though maybe not. Arthur Itis, Dizzy Dennis, and Anne Gyna would only give me more hassle. Tsk!

WDP 10R04WD 0.0.30 W 4Thu03When I started to clean the wet room shower floor after the session, I came across this, whatever it is near the floor drain?

Any ideas anyone, please? 

WDP 4GL4Thu05WD 0.0.30 W I was spraying some of the Poundland Store’s eau de toilette for men on my treble-chinned neck, and the top came off, leaving me smelling pungently-strong of the perfume rather! Oh, dearie me!

MedCreamWDP 10R04I applied the Phorpain Gel, Germaloid cream, Clobetasone cream, Corticosteroid cream, Daktacort lotion, Capsaicin and Clopidogrel ketoconazole. Olive-oiled the ear-holes. Salved the cracked lips. Savlon cream on the injured toe. Got the hearing aids, checked the batteries were working and put them in. Put the correct spectacles on. Then got myself dressed up warmly, got the three-wheel-walker-guide, and took the black bags with me dropping them down the waste chute, en route to the bus stop. (There’s no nipping out quickly when you get old, yer know. Hehe!) I was worn out before I left the flat!

3Wed07WD 0.0.30 W Chuted the black bags, down in the lift and along the link-corridor through to Windwood Court and the ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Wardens Interoggation and slagging-off Office. The fire-escape door out to the as yet, unused due to the door that doesn’t let us back in, and the weather, alfresco seating area. The door was open again. (I hope to live long enough to have some decent weather, sunshine, and the door and ingress mechanism gets mended, and enjoy a sit out there with the crossword book and a flask of tea).

But I don’t hold out much hope for any of the scenarios I spoke of coming to fruition. Tsk! (I mentioned this later to Steve, the caretaker, but interest was minimal) I suppose if a gang of youths were to break in, well, walk in and rifle and rob some flats, maybe the odd assault on us old uns, it might then be taken seriously by Nottingham City Homes? Or not!

Winwood LI popped into the Obergruppenführeresses holding-cell office. Handed some nibbles out, wished the ma great new year and thanked them for being there, and meandered into t the big Social Area room, and sateth me down, and got out the crossword book. Fifteen minutes later, (one answer got), I moved out to the bus stop.

In the Winchester Court lobby, I chatted with Angela and Roy for a minute or two, then I went out to the bus shelter. Cor Blimus! The cold biting wind was hardly bearable! The sunshine hitting us, without the faintest sign of any heat in it! Brrr!

A big ganglet of residents grew even larger. So IU had plenty of nattering to listen to. Jean-Mary, Brenda and another lady were the only folks to get on the City Bouid bus, leaving the other fifteen or so, to get the Sherwood – Arnold bound L9. As we got on, Arthur Itis kicked off badly. He kept giving me almost stabbing pains in both knees, for ages. Mary and I  had a chinwag en route.

3Wed11We arrived in the City Centre and parted after getting off of the bus. I meandered into the Poundland Store. The knees made progress slow and painful, but there was no rush. A lot of the shelves were looking a little threadbare, as to be expected at this time of year. I got to the self-serve tills, they were not busy at all. A lady put my things through for me in no time and put them in the carrier bag for me. Thank you, Madam! I left the store and redistributed the goods, so I could cope with them betterer. Putting the more substantial items in the trolley bag, and the lighter in the carrier, to hang it over the handlebars. I’d got in them: Pork Farms pork pies (2), pea snacks, and walnuts. Some screwdrivers with different heads on them (2 packs of 4). A chunky orange Kit-Kat, Orange flavoured chocolate digestives (A weakness, I know!), cashew nuts and a Dettol lemon-scented antiseptic disinfectant spray.

 I crossed the road, and into the Victoria Centre (Mall) to go to the HMV shop to see if the had ‘The Negotiator’ DVD in stock.

WDP 002WD 0.0.30 W As I walked through the mall to the other end, Dizzy Dennis attacked me, and I just cannot recall how I got over the road-crossing, went through the Boot’s store, or into the HMV shop. I came around, while I was at the serving desk, and a bloke was asking me about who is in the film? I was still confused as to what we were talking about. The chap was very patient with me. It seems that I could not recall the name of the star in the Negotiator (Samuel L Jackson). The film is no longer made on DVD. Shame! I asked if they had any compilations of Steven Seagal early films. They had only two of his in stock. One under Seige one and two, the other was called Tribal Warfare. A newer one, but he said it has subtitles on it. So I must have mentioned my need of then to him earlier, but had no memories of doing so? At this moment, things seemed to back to normal with me? I’m not sure why, but I bought the Warfare DVD, maybe because I felt guilty about messing the bloke about?

As I left, I got the film out of the bag and had a look at it. Oh, dear! On the banner across the top of the box, it said: Mike Tyson v Steven Seagal! This may find its way to the charity shop without being watched.

WDP11LWD 0.0.30 W I met Mary-Jean, and we made our way to the bus stop to go home. I mentioned I wanted to call in the Next shop, to get spending vouchers for Sister Jane’s birthday. But as we nattered about nothing, failing to hear each other clear enough with us both being a touch-deaf, the calling in the Next shop left my brain altogether! There are times I really annoy myself!

Out onto Upper Parliament Street and to the bus shelter. Plenty of time, so I took some photographs of up and down the road.

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We chatted with other passengers on the way home, but I was battling to keep awake most of the journey. Back at the apartment courts, we walked through the link passages back to Woodthorpe Court, the wind seemed a lot worse around the flats. We saw Steve, and I mentioned about the door in the passage being open all day, not much response.

Up in the flat, my thoughts were of a coenaculous nature, and after a wee-wee and washing up, preparation of something to eat took priority. I got the oven warming up, put the purchases away, then got the chips in the oven, and set the timer for 18-minutes, to remind me to put the part-baked cobs in so they were both done at the same time.

3Wed12aI split and buttered the cobs, leaving the oven chips to brown off a bit more. Then added the fries to the chopped pork pie and beetroots on the plate. Added the fresh orange juice and lemon yoghourt to the dish. Along with the medications, and got down in the recliner to feast. Flavour-rating, a worthy 8/10!

All imbibed, I got the pots washed, rubbed some Phorpain in the knees, and settled in the Zyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged. At the same time, he was flat-sitting, when I was in the Stroke Ward, and he fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and stole, for safe-keeping he claimed, recliner to watch some TV.

A Kitchen Nightmare programme was on for me to see. But I didn’t. Zzzz!

Inchcock: Wednesday 1st January 2020: May everyone’s New Year be a betterer one, though there’s little chance of that. Hehe!

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Wednesday 1st January 2020

Croatian: Srijeda, 1 Siječnja 2020. Godine

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23:55hrs: I was up and about; and had been up now, for over 24 hours. But, I was determined to try and take some pictures of the birth of New Years Day. Hopefully, to catch some of the firework displays. I got the Nikon camera, made sure that the SHD card was in the slot, and off to the kitchen, and opened the light & View blocking new windows and waited for the show to start. Which it did dead on time.

It was not a good year, every display seemed miles away, and before I could set things up, it was dying off. So, I took many photos willy-nilly in the hope that some of them would come out alright.

I then added the only two half-decent ones to the Tuesday blog, updated and finished it, and it sent off post-haste. Then, I visited the TFZer Facebook, and made a few new 2020 albums ready to use, and posted some piccies off.

Then, back on CorelDraw, and did a couple more graphics to use, and made up two templates. It took me three hours, but although no sleep, I seemed to get a second wind. So I started this post going. Here are the best of the New Year view pictures.

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I got them on here, and almost flaked out. Haha! I just had to stop, make a cuppa and get into the £300 second-hand rickety recliner and get my head down.

WDP 003lWD 51.51.153 b Huh! Get my head down? Not a cat in hell’s chance! The old brain-storms of worries, fears, anticipations, guilt, and none-expectations of any improvement in life. Soddening any remaining sediments, vestiges of my sustainability of sanity! I think sheer tiredness got me of to kip a few hours later.

10:30hrs: I woke, initially all confused over it being daylight, with a mist visible outside, through the deadly finger-tearing, crumbling-ceilinged balcony. Then, as the stomach rumbled, a little in the style, I imagine of Mount Etna, and painfully, I realised that the Porcelain Throne had not been utilised for over 28 hours! Surely this time?

WDPH01L4WD 51.51.153 b I readied to dismounted the £300, second-hand, sickeningly-beige-coloured, cheerless chair – Panic! Where is the walking stick? I always leave it handy, in case of nocturnal wanderings, evacuations needed or medical emergencies. The two usual places were checked but no stick there! As I rose, to have a look around further, I was lucky enough that Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and Duodenal Donald were all in a good frame of mind with me. (Yes, me, lucky! Good start to the new year, but worrying, it had to be con-job or a ploy to get me semi-contented before some calamity commeth) I soon found the stick, as I trod on it and stubbed a toe. I collected it, and off to the Porcelain Throne. I sat there for a few minutes, my innards telling me to expect a massive evacuation any time now, and my rear end, saying no chance? At least I got a good session on with the crossword book. As nothing moved, well, a lot moved actually, but it was all inside, rumbling, grumbling and internal reverberations caused as much discomfort as they could.

WDPh 01WD 51.51.153 b I got myself out of the wet room, to the kitchen, to get a brew and take the medications. A haziness lingered, and the innards kicked-off again – this was going to be close, I thought. I got to the throne, and spent another ten minutes or so, waiting for the non-arrival, putting up with the brewing and kicking stomach, and having another go at the crossword book. The rumblings stopped, but nothing moved. Time for the Movicol or Macrogol compound to be taken. So I made a mug Macrogol and imbibed it. I felt no reaction from the solar plexus. Sometimes when I have had to take Macrogol, the bubbling and churning is almost instant, but not today. Everything felt as solid as a rock! Even the wee-wees were short, weak and far between? Botherations!

No buses today. But I did need to try and catch-up on the page top graphics. So, without even a wash and shave, I got on CorelDraw to try and get some done in advance. After making a mug of tea, of course.

Well, only one wee-wee, no Throne demands at all during ‘the five hours’ that I was doing graphics. I’m tired enough to stop now.

3Wed03I’ll try again to go to the toilet for a heavy-duty evacuation, the innards are aching badly now. No joy, I reckon someones been in and superglued my intestines. Hehe! I could explode at any time! The legs are not too Clopidgrelled, but still pale and with two different fatted pins! Har-har!

3Wed05I went in to get the oven and pan of mushrooms with balsamic vinegar in the pan. No doubt about it being a Bank Holiday, all the cars parked outside the houses tell me that.

WDP 003dWD 51.51.153 b Got the nosh cooked and served up. Cheesy mash, chicken slice sarnies, beetroot etc. and it was good. I took a photo and saw that it was blurred, so l took another one, that looked better. Come the morning when I wanted to load the good picture on here, they had both disappeared into the ether from the damned SHD card! Grrr!

Washed up. Thought about doing the handwashing, but didn’t, and got down in the £300 second-hand recliner, put the TV on, and fell asleep before the TV had warmed up!