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Monday 20th July 2020
Esperanto: Lundon la 21an de Julio 2020
03:50hrs: Woke up, wee-wee was required. I found the three nail-clippers I opened last night, in various places on my body? The little finger on my left hand had been bleeding but had now congealed near the nail. Erm?
By the time I’d got out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner and got my balance, the Porcelain Throne was also needed. With painful, partially crippling uncut toenails stinging, I hobbled to the wet room, with all alacrity.
Cor-Blimus!, that a quickie it was! Messy, pongy, and painful too! Humph! Washed and cleaned up, and to the computer, to look up the day’s doings on the calendar, because the vagueness of mind and inability to concentrate had caused a blank-spell. I’ve got the Morrison’s order 08:30>09:30hrs, the Warfarin blood test-nurse (anytime between 09:00>16:00hrs). The recyclable bags to take down that might need two trips. I must get help calling the Doctors and foot clinic, hoping to get an appointment.
Off to get the Health Checks and medications taken. By the time I’d limped to the hallway, my indistinctive, vagueness, ambivalent, fuzziness of mind, decided I’d get the stand-up ablutions done first? So I did!
And a right mess I made of them! The legs and feet were looking okay, though. If only the pain would go away (Hehehe!), I realised later that I had not cleaned my teeth! The shaving did not produce a single cut or nick! I knocked the waste bin over!
Stubbed my toe against the sink support! (Luckily, it was the right foot, and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters was playing up, so the pain was minimal! No doubt when the nerve-ends come back online, they’ll let the brain know. That’ll be fun!). Then, I sprayed myself with air freshener, and not the deodorant! All in all, I made a right mess of it, but somehow, I just didn’t seem concerned at that time? (Fuzzy-Mind Fred?)
I got dressed and off to the kitchenette to make a brew, take the medications, and do the Health Checks. The view from the thick-framed, light, and view-blocking new windows was terrific.
As I was taking this photograph of the scene, my vagueness seemed to dissipate a tad. But this regaining a little control of the grey-cells brought with it all the worries, concerns, fears, and failures to mind! The Thought-Storms attacked.
As I turned away from the window, I knocked the electric can-opener off of the ledge. It fell, via the server tray, and wall, right onto my poor foot and big toe! However, there was a bit of genuine good-luck involved here! The flex only allowed it as far as to hit the toe once, it had reached the limit the flex allowed and was pulled away! Thus, the pain was far less than had the machine not been plugged in! Well, well, Double-Smug-Mode almost adopted! But I realised it would not be long until another Whoopsie or Accifauxpas would befall me. My EQ told me I was due for a harassing day! I think I might have a black-toenail developing now? Ah-well, it could have been far worse!
I got the Jenny-supplied little picker-upperer and retrieved the machine from where it hung near the floor. Then I had a search and found the blade section that had gone in a different direction as it flew off of the main body. Argh! The opener no longer works! Granglesbognessbugger!
At last, I got around to taking the medications, and then did the Health Checks, starting with the BP, sphygmomanometerisationing. The SYS was still a bit high. The stick-thermometer was used, it showed as just ‘Low’.
Then, with the morning’s vagueness, instead of updating the Sunday blog, I started this one off, before I forgot the mayhem that had taken place last night.
Then, I moved on to updating the Sunday post. Got it finished and posted off the Email links, and did the Facebooking. The intercom rang out, it was the Morrison delivery arriving. I got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen. And what a lot of sorting-out I had to do, too!
I started with the fresh foods, and they all looked good and clean to me! The only minor problem with these was substituted milk. They’d sent a bottle twice as large as the one I wanted. So some throwing away to come, methinks.
The cupboard stuff was sorted and stored away. The only bleach available was a thin 2litre one, but it” have to do. And the washing up liquids I’d ordered arrived, also an apple and orange, scented one? Mmm?
Getting all the fresh stuff in the fridge was a challenge, Hahaha!
Cupboarded the other stuff, and I had to put a few items in the junk room. Including four baked bean cans that I didn’t realise I’d ordered. I recall thinking of getting them at a special offer price, I didn’t reckon that I had.
But, that’s me all over. Confused easily, and doolally prone!
I was beginning to get myself worked up a bit. (Little did I know then, just how uptight, irritable and meg-frustrated I was going to get today!) And rather busy, as well! But the view outside helped calm me down a bit, temporarily.
They had sent the two plain flour bags, and I’d ordered an extra carton of red grapes as well, they were on offer price if I bought two, so I did. As a thank you for Jenny for her care and help. I called Jenny and told her I was on my way down with the flour. We had a little natter at the same time, I appreciate that. Getting down, was a problem with there only being one lift available for the residents, and the rule (Rightly so!) that only one goes in an elevator at a time. The not allowed cage kept coming to me at first, so I had to nip in and sent the lift to a lower floor, and hope that the resident’s lift had no one in it when it came. Cunning, I am! Haha! I got to Jenny’s and Franks flat, and I left the bag near the door. The lady had left £2 in payment for the flour in an envelope on her door for me. Bless her!
I got the black bags for the chute, and the big-bag of recyclables to go down to the caretaker’s area bin. I forgot to take the camera with me, though. It was going down in the elevator, that I realised that the rear-end furunculosis, wasn’t giving me any bother. That was good!
I went out to the recycle bin, but couldn’t see any caretaker’s to help me at the time, so I had to leave the bag near the skip.
Coming back in, and I saw Riechsfuhreress and Catwalk Model Warden Deana. I took the chance to have a word (More a pathetic moan and plea for help, really, Haha!) with her, about my problem with the toenails. She kindly said she would call the Sherwood podiatrist te when I might get in to see her, then she’ll call the private costly foot-lady who operates one day a week from Winwood Court, to see if she can do me. And would ring me back with what she finds out for me. Fair enough, I couldn’t ask for more! Well, I could, but that would be naughty! Har-har!
Hello, I thought, things looking up? I should have known better!
I got back up to the flat and started to get fresh pod peas podded. They were far better quality than those I bought two weeks ago, Looking forward to these tonight.
In the middle of doing them, the delightful Vampire Blood Nurse, Hristina arrived. She was in a hurry again, bless her. But did natter to me while the gal took my blood. I mentioned the foot lady and what she charges for nail cutting, and the nurse said “I’m in the wrong business, I ought to change to chiropody!” with a broad, beautiful smile on her pulchritudinous face. ♥
I was about to finish off the peas, add some demerara sugar to them in the pan, and get some potatoes in another saucepan when Sister Jane rang me. So lovely to hear her voice. But the news was not all good. She and Pete had had more bother from their neighbour! I listened for a while, wishing I could help. Then the light on the landline phone we were on, flashed. I thought it might be Warden and desktop dancer Deana with news of the foot clinic. Jane rang off, and the light stopped blinking! Humph!
At long last, I got onto doing this blog updating. What a messy, niggly, frustrating busy day!
I went onto the WordPress Reader.
The door-chimes rang out with the Dusty Springfield tune, “I only want to be with you”. I hobble to the door, to find the postman delivering the Kodak camera! I thought today couldn’t get any worse, I was so wrong!
I managed to get the battery in the camera, but it is so late, I was reluctant to get all involved in trying to try and learn about the Kodak at this moment. But, boys will be boys!
The electric plug was an American a round two-pin one, for the charger. I got myself in a right pickle, trying to find out if and how to set things up! I gave up in the end. I’m going to have to go begging for help on this one. Now I really was getting irritable, peed-off, and so tired. Long past my head-down time and I haven’t even got the meal started!
The moment I again thought, ‘Can it get any worse’, the landline rang! It was Deana with bad news on the Podiatrist front problem.
As I understood Deana:
- The private chiropodist will not do anything with my feet or toes, until I have seen the doctor, and got the all-clear with my other ailments, for her to go ahead! Blanglebotherations!
- My usual podiatrist at the Elmswood Medical Centre in Sherwood has a waiting list so long, she could not get me an appointment, until October 28th! Argh!
- However, if I could get to the St Anns clinic, they could get me in, for next Monday, on the 27th of July! But, the only time available is for 09:10hrs! Claptickleisations!
- I asked Deana to please arrange for that appointment for me.
- Of course, I will not be able to use my bus pass, and the buses don’t call before 0930 at the flats, anyway! So, it will be a taxi for me then.
- That is if Deana can get me the appointment!
- She said she will ring back later and let know, Bless her!
And I will have to bother Jenny to ring for a cab for me! That is if I can get the appointment!
Why does nothing ever seem to go right, or easy for me? Mind you, I ought to be used to really! Clapstickleisations!
I’ll try to get some din-dins made up then. Or, top missen! No, better not, I’ll only get it wrong and be in trouble! Spit!
A struggle and stress-worthy job getting the meal ready while feeling so tired, irritable and worn-out. The dropsies were active. But I pressed on and got it served up.
It turned out to be a delightful indulgence. The garden peas were lovely, the acetous beetroot and carrots were tasty, the boiled in soy flavoured water potatoes, then dotted with Hoisin sauce, really were most excellent. The ready-cooked beef was as good as I’ve ever tasted. A deserved flavour rating of 8.5/10 for this effort! Weary as I felt, I still savoured each forkful!
Got the pots washed, took the evening medications and ointments, gels and lotions applied to those areas of my fine, magnificent, sculpted, toned, fit, young muscular body, in need of treatment. (Cough!)
I got down in the £300, c1968, second-hand, pukingly-beige-coloured, none working, ramshackle, uncomfortable in the extreme, not-working, rusty, rickety, near-lethal, recliner, and was off onto the land of Nod, within minutes! Fantastic! Sweet Morpheus!
I was woken by the sound of the door Chimes, both being pressed.
Unbelievably, it was Josie waking me up again! I could not be annoyed though, the gal had been out shopping, and bought me some peaches and strawberries. Bless her! I had to explain that I am allergic to fresh strawberries, and do not like peaches. I felt bad telling her, and she looked a little downhearted. I apologised, she wanted to know what she could get me, in return for the Sunday meals. Again, I said, all I need is for you to enjoy the meals, that’s enough for me, Josie! She persisted in knowing what she can get for me, though. Apples I said, I like apples! I’m sure she feels the need to give me something back. I returned to the recliner, feeling a bit guilty.
But of course, by then, Sweet Morpheus was not interested in allowing me to get back to sleep, and the Thought-Storming started! Grobbleknangles!
Ah-well! Fare-thee well, sanity!
03:55hrs: I came back into mock-life-status, the mind in a pickle of confusion, and as the eyesight engaged, I spotted several signs of Nocturnal Nibbling. Guilty-Mode-Engaged! The two pots of temptation, I’m pretty sure I made up last night during the Dizzy Memory lapse period, and both had been nibbled at! I’ve no control at all, sometimes you know! Tsk!
I thought for some reason that it was Monday this morning. I started to make plans for getting the ablutions done early for the Morrison delivery… then it dawned on me, it was actually Sunday. (I’m quick yer know, Hehehe!) 
A near-disaster that was, my not moving straight away! Talk about ‘just-in-time!’ 
Considered!
Off to get the ablutions done, or else I’ll be struggling to get Josie’s nosh done on time. I nipped into the kitchen to make sure I had everything needed for the cooking for Josie later on. Gawd it was eerily dark, with sunshine glaring outside. Hehe! And I’d not got the mixed beans opened yet. So I opened them.
Stripping off to make a start by getting the teeth done, and I stubbed two toes against the seat raisers metal leg. One of the overgrown toenails bent backwards and stayed there! I believe I may have said something along the lines of ‘Oh, bother!’
e dropsies were only about four, and the knock-overs was remarkably only one! 
I remembered when I got to the kitchen to take the midday medications. I often miss them, but they are only painkillers, so it shouldn’t create anything nasty, apart from pain, of course. Hehe! 
I got the three-wheeler overloaded with the rubbish bags. Obviously not the giant white recycling one, as I explained earlier. 
I fumbled and bumbled my way out of the door and through the lobby hallway of the three flats. And into the being updated for over three-years lift lobby. A lot more painting had been done. Shame about the lights not working, but you can’t have everything. 
To the end, turned left and into the waste chute room. Deposited the seven bags in the small opening, and without trapping any fingers! No Dizzy Dennis botherations, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Anne Gyna, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitter failure, or waking into anything! This felt unnatural, peculiar, abnormal! 
Back to the apartment, checked on the cooking progress, all looking fine, to me. 
I set to preparing the meal for Josie, and keeping my eye on the clock. 
I delivered the meal on the wheeled server to Josie’s door, pressing her bells at precisely 12:00hrs! I think she liked the look of it. 
I got the pots washed, making a mess as I did so, thanks again to Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley’s antics. It took me as long as washing the pots did in the first place, to clean up the mess I’d made on the floor! Still, there hadn’t been any Whoopsies for a why, so, fair enough!
I got my dinner made up, a cold one. Apart from the grilled cheese sarnies, no cooking was needed. Which might have been a good thing, cause I was beginning to get the shakes from Shirley and Shaun. Last of the egg and potato mayonnaise used up, some delightfully tasty Polish pork hock. The last of the mixed beans and also tomatoes, and a few cheese toasted bread thins. I didn’t eat it all, I’d made too much again. 
04:30hrs: 
On waking up for the first time all of the five hours I was in the arms of Sweet-Morpheus, surprisingly enough, I didn’t feel I needed a wee-wee. 
onfused) Haha!
Life is short, so no time to worry about that. I have a multitude of memories, fears and guilt that is more deserving of my ‘Worry-Storms.
I got the mammoth, unbelievably long micturition passing ended. Phew! And fetched the bucket and got it emptied, sanitised, disinfected and stored away! 
The sphygmomanometerisationing results look fine today. The pulse level was up, on what it’s been for a few months. But I think this is a good thing. Shows that Metal Mickey is throbbing away like the real thing! Hahaha!
I was sat there getting over the pain and shock at the speed of the whole movement! 
lowest ranking of One! The remarks from British Gas on my problem told me to Email them with my full address, so I did! I got this on the right back from Google Mail! 
Went to make a brew of Glengettie Gold. There wa
I got the updating done after a few hours and then decided to get the Ablutions done early, in case the Amazon delivery arrives. Well, it might? Or not! Hehe! 
Went on Facebooking, sent the link off, checked on the latest Coronavirus figure, then went onto WordPress Reading. 
Unfortunately, I bent down to retrieve a dropped dish and clouted my forehead on the stove. Which sent me to the floor, and have spent ages getting back up again. This was not a good move. Especially as when I went down, I hit the dish with my right knee! Arthur Itis was not amused. Tsk!
Blimus! I did get it prepared and served up without a single Whoopsie! I even titivated the plate a bit with some Hoisin sauce, that went well with the vegetable tomato sauce from the kippers (Canned this time, not fresh). The mixed beans in ‘vinegarette water’ were fine. Kippers in veg sauce, fantastic! The potatoes, fairish, tomatoes crap! The mini-apple pies had no taste other than sugar. Overall, a rating of 7/10. 
03:40hrs: I woke with bits of a dream lingering, and wrote down some scribbled reminders to use here: In the dreaming, I was no longer the wiseacre, but a sage, a patriarchal doyenne, a lector: I was up high on a stage, with thousands of people around that wanted to ask me for advice, guidance… I arrive late; the trolley bus broke down… there were guards or bodyguards, each wearing Robin Hood outfits? 
It was a quick but painful, messy, smelly, sticky evacuation. Cleaning up and medicationing after the event, took me ages and was not a comfortable experience. 
Stubbing my tender uncut toenails against the seat raisers metal legs, was not a good idea either. Argh! Gragglespitgurgle! 
Cleaned up and off to the kitchenette. Did the Health Checks. The hemadynamometer indicated that the BP SYS was still going back up higher. Cragknackles! Took the medications, and then I made a brew of my beloved Thompsons Punjabi tea.
e sky looked beautiful again, the clouds seemed to be thickening. 
I managed to take a shot out of the unwanted, unliked, rain letting in, photographer and old people-hating designed new kitchen windows, of Chestnut Walk. Not many folks around yet.
The showering had a few annoyances, I’m afraid. The showerhead had a life of its own, and this resulted in about five dropsies! How the heck it hasn’t been broken yet, is beyond me! 
I departed and got some clothes on, well, someone just might call on me. Haha!
I got the other white towel out, got it on the stand-up airer, warming ready to be used tonight. 
As I made a mug of Glengettie tea, the clouds seemed to be getting thicker, but no rain. 
I made a mug of Thompsons Punjabi tea. The evening medications were taken, better late than never! 
3:30hrs: Woke ready for a wee-wee, wriggled out of the recliner, wobbled to the wet-room, and yet again, and needing the Porcelain Throne just as I got inside the room! It’s been like this for several mornings, I think. 
Could this turn out to be a better day for me? I had a decent day on Saturday, August 28th, 1959, as far as I can recall. Hehehe! 
made a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea, and took the blood pressure on the machine.
Creeping up a bit, the SYS again. My body temperature was showing as just ‘Low’. 
I got the tablets out, and shock of shocks! The Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, had kept up there letting me down routine again. They had started to put the Furesomide in the pots. This after the nurse phoned them and explained my problem with this. As when they do, I have three tablets that all look alike, and get confused. The Furesomide are on an as-needed dosage. The Beta-blockers (Bisoprolol Fumarate) and Codeine 60g all look the same to me. They said they would leave the Furesomide out of the pots and send a packet. Which, after two months they got around to doing, now they have gone back to causing me more worry, by bunging them all together with the other tablets! They really must hate me! 
I stuck at it, like the hero, and good-little-lad I am, and about three hours later, I’d got it finished and posted off to WordPress. 
The very gentle teeth cleaning was not too bad on Toothache Thomas this time. 
Got on the computer, and a half-hour later, the intercom burst into life. It was my Iceland delivery arriving. The young man put the bags through the door for me as I stood back away, social distancing, you know! 
And fell over the bloody three-wheeler trolley! I had to stop the man from kindly coming in to get me back up. Best to keep a distance. I told him he could catch anything from me, let alone Coronavirus. Hehehe! He did larf! He waited until I’d clawed my way back onto my feet before leaving. Bless him. Gave him a G&T in thanks. 
I took the bags through to the kitchen and unloaded them. For once, there was a printed shopping list with the food, so I checked things were all there. Spot on! Got the fridge filled, although not as full as last week, cause I been using up some tinned stuff lately. 
I’d treated my self to a box of Chinese Style belly pork slices. They are not cheap, but I think these were the one I tried the week before last, and I recall putting some Hoisin sauce on them before cooking, I intend to try again today. 
I made my way back in through the lobby doors, and Penny saw me coming and opened them from inside for me. It was such a pleasure to talk to someone and have a bit of fun. 
I took a snap of Penny and Francis near the laundry room door. Beautiful gals! 
Got in the flat, a cheerie
I got the fodder prepared. 
04:25hrs: Over a couple of hours, I kept waking thinking, and nodding off again. This was not a reluctance to get up, as much as a desire to stay in the second-hand, c1968 recliner, where I felt safe from fears and problems. Combined with the tiredness of mammoth proportions. Even though when first stirring, I’d had at least six-hours kip? All very confusing! 
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I had a good clean up and wiped the contact surfaces with antiseptic. Then I got the Enoxaprinisationing dealt with.
I seemed to be in a photographers-mode artistically (For some unknown reason). I placed the emptied hypodermic on the edge of a counter and put myself in front of it, thus having the steadier left hand free, to click the Nokia with. 
But the mention of Systolic BP and 200mmHg relates to today’s reading. Maybe? 
Aha, a better session this time! Admittedly things took a while to kick-off. But when the action started, it was so much quicker and far less painful than it has been of late. 
Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and ate few seedless grapes.
As I got in the hallway, I actually heard a plopping sound and went to investigate. Aha, it was the belated INR test results for the last two Vampire Nurse visits. They were for the 7th & 9th June. Next one on Monday. INR level, the 9th, 1.3, and the 10th 1.8, so on the way back up again. I envisage that my Monday, it will be within range and the Enoxaparin injections will cease. 
I took this snap from the kitchenette window, for two reasons. One, to show you why I keep mentioning the view-blocking status of the windows. The old ones, which were great, unlike these so-called upgraded ones, didn’t let the rain in, had just one sheet of glass to clean, and a 180° turn around for cleaning, the new ones have three panes of glass that cannot be reached by those of us with disabilities for washing. The designers who thought these unreachable to clean, light and view-blocking, thick-frames windows were suitable for elderly folks. The designers just must have been gerontophobia (hatred or fear of the elderly) sufferers! Sorry, got carried away there! Hehehe!
I spent a lot of time preparing this meal. It looked and smelt goodish. Once served up, I almost hastened to the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working rickety recliner. Put something on TV that had subtitles, and started to tuck into the meal! 
I thanked her muchly for her kindness in helping me out. 
They had sent a new Sharps Bin, and I tried to get the lid to fit on it. After several tries and dropping it a few times, I decided to get back to the fodder-eating duties and try the lid again later. Tsk! 
I then got the Enoxaparin injection tended to. 
typing earlier, he may have had a min-bash at me as I was depressing the pushrod on the hypodermic? I did a bit of rearranging in the old waste bin and made some room to get more in. Smug-Mode-Adopted again! Hehe! 
I got the Nottingham Care sheets updated in the folder.
03:30hrs: Rose awkwardly from the c1968 recliner, and utilised the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Well, it took that long, I feared that I’d get a telegraph from the Queen, so long did I stand there tinkling away, at the LDYSSM (Long-Dribbling-Yet-Spraying-Splashing-Marathon) evacuation!
I poddled to the kitchen, a precarious job this morning, the balance was not good at all. I took my time purposely. (This often happens a few hours after injecting the Enoxaparin) In hopes of avoiding any toppling over’s. Then I had to return to the bucket again, for a wee-wee of the same type. But the colour had changed from the one five-minutes earlier? A pretty orange tinge to this one. I took the EOGPB back with me to get it cleaned and disinfected.
The first job, I thought I’d get the morning’s Enoxaparin Injectionaliscalisationing done.
I got the needle in the yellow box and updated the log folder.
Back to the kitchenette, did the Health Checks. The Sys is very high again, Humph! Temperature with the ear-hole thermometer was a much healthier 36.4°c. Got the mushrooms in the crock-pot and made a brew of Extra-Strong Assam. 
: Off to get the ablutions done. A good job I went early, cause I was delayed by the Woodthorpe Court Gremlins, causing me all sorts of problems. And that was with having a shower! Knacklewrangles!
(I did get a few answers in the crossword, though!) 
The legs and knees were looking far betterer. A bit of meat back on them both, and they were nearly the same size and shape as each other! 
I went on CorelDraw and Paint, to make up some page-head graphics. 
all I had to do was take them into the kitchen. 
Went to get a ready-made, one that I did earlier, bottle of spring water and orange cordial, and notice how the sky had cleared up of mist and rain. 
Back to the computer, and took another shot through the balcony. The rain had stopped again, and a bit of brightness threatened. 
I injected the Enoxaparin and filled in the record log-folder. 
Deana arrived and left some paperwork for me. We managed a couple of minutes worth of ‘precious-to-me nattering’, and departed, me thanking her. 
I got down again and nodded off too quickly, I’m afraid! I woke in need of a wee-wee and heard the intercom as I was on the way to the wet room again. (Lucky that was!) This disappointing disinfectant delivery had arrived! 
TFZers Jillie 
01:30hrs: I was having a dream about my being chased in tunnels underground again! I found a small cave and hid in it; it was a harem. I woke up spreadeagled all over the £300, c1968, second-hand, not-working, sickenly beige-coloured recliner! The quilt had been thrown over the swivel chair, the bottle of spring water was on the floor along with the camera and Enoxaparin-filled box of needles, the toes were stinging something rotten. I mused, over why? 
I got the kettle on, nipped for a wee-wee of a surprising RPOD (Reluctant-Painful-Orange-Dribbling) variety. 
I had to have a think through on whether I needed to do an Enoxaparin injection or not. But with the INR nurse coming again today for the blood sample, I think not. Got the BP taken. The body temp was 82.5°f. Made the brew and left it to cool down, I don’t want the Toothache to get any worse.
Shoulder-Shirley and Nicodemus’ Neurotransmitters failing. I struggled through, and before checking it, I got the crock-pot in use, to make another of the beef stews. The beef in first, with some vegetable and beef gravy seasonings. Added some red onions, sliced and without any blood being spilled (Smug-Mode-Adopted!). A few Piccolo tomatoes, and as a silly after-thought, I added some Stubbs Hickory liquid smoke. I fear this may prove to be a mistake, but it’s too late now. Unglefrogwogglings!
Then, after a wee-wee, I made up a template for this diary. Went on the WordPress reader. Checked the nosh again, all looking good, took a photo of the now misty and raining view. It’s been drizzling on and off all morning.
Then off to get the ablutions tended to. 
I finished one graphic and then served up the nosh.
An Amazon delivery had arrived. It was the Dettol Lavender & Orange oil medicated disinfectants, all six bottles! I got them checked and put away, leaving one out to use, under the sink. 
Krucklebads! I fell asleep! When I woke up, I wondered if I’d missed the delivery, so went in hopes of finding the box at the front door outside. Well, well, well! There was the box Hoisin, on the floor! Phew!
results of this mornings rest. It was. 
saying over the phone, it’s even worse now the Audio Clinic is in lock-down, and getting hearing aid batteries is nigh-on impossible. I’m not allowed on buses; physically, things are that bad, I can’t walk too far, never mind getting to the Clinic, which is closed anyway.
I went to get a drink of spring water, and it was pelting down outside. As I took a picture with the Nikon camera, I noticed in the dead-end street ahead of me, were two gentlemen, Socially distanced in the middle of the road having a natter. 
Still, all bleeding free, cleaned and medicated now. Eowskibungles! Hehehe! 
I got the Health Checks done. The sys is creeping up again. 
No, I apologise, I was wrong about this being the worst bit – getting back up after was the hardest and most painful. Gragnackles! 
The intercom chimed and flashed. It was Iceland’s driver-delivery. The chap arrived and dropped the carriers through the door for me. Well, he put then in the middle of the door runner for me. I had a job holding open the door to move them inside. The bloke looked a little frazzled and mentioned how busy he was. So I thanked him and 
I got the fridge food sorted first. Beetroot salad, mushrooms, red onions, skinless sausages, pork & pickle min pies, brown bread thins, new potatoes, and potato salad. Got them into the fridge, just enough room. 
I got back to the apartment eventually. Haha! I’d also ordered some Peri-Peri salt, I’ve never had it before. As I put the cupboard goods away, I stuck my finger in the pot of salt, to try the taste of it. Blimey, it was hot! 
I got back to doing this post. Made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, and had another wee-wee. Washed the dandies, and got the meal prepped. I got the diced beef in the slow-cooker, adding some gravy granules and veg pot seasoning. Later I added some sliced red onions, garden peas, potatoes and
I injected the last of the 100ml ExonaparinsChecked on the progress of the 
crockpot stew. 
This stew came out better than I expected it to. I’ve got another pack of the diced beef to have tomorrow, but I won’t be putting any of the Peri-Peri salt in it. 
I spied them on the carpet a few feet away from where my muscular, highly tuned, healthy, Adonis-like, young, fit, desirable to women, six-foot-plus, power-house of a body, had landed from the fall off of the chair. Hehehe! 
Luckily, I had the picker-upperer laying on the next chair and utilised it to retrieve the spectacles. 
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. 
Without a doubt, this Porcelain Throne session was the easiest I’ve passed in many a month! 
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. 
The resulting figures all looked okay to me. No problems on the sphygmomanometer. 
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!
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. 
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! 
I had a check on the weather. That’s the weather than I was certain would produce rain today. Grobbleatkins! 
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.
I got the headphones on, to watch and listen to a documentary on Channel 25, Freeview, there were not any subtitles on the programme. 