TFZers: Garden Party?
Tuesday 16th June 2020
Hungarian: 2020 Június 16., kedd
04:00hrs: I lay there on the c1968, rickety recliner for a good while, assessing my situation mentally and physically.
After a mild form of organisation was gathered in the grey-cells, the first thing was to check the time on my Charity shop-bought £2 wristwatch. It was not on my wrist.
Well, fancy that! This not only confused me but annoyed me. All my energy and concentration went on a search for the timepiece.
It was paramount to me that it had to found! But it wasn’t! Despite heaving and hauling my colossal-bellied body from the none-working chair, and ferreting about looking for the watch. I got the torch and picker-upperer and looked underneath the furniture.
Getting back up on my feet was a bit painful, particularly the back and Howard Hughes-like toenails!
Where signs of nocturnal-meandering activity were diagnosed. Down there, was the TV and DVD remote, and a pen? But no, wristwatch!
I looked in the kitchen, then the wet room, and rechecked them both! Back to the recliner room. I had to force myself to stop the search and seek mission. I was getting so uptight and self-critical over the loss. I told myself that it was a temporary irremediable situation. I didn’t like or believe it, but something had to be done to stop my going addictively bonkers.
It didn’t really work though, as I went for a wee-wee, I kept looking in the silliest places for the watch. The need for the Porcelain Throne arrived at the same time. Which was one of the easiest evacuations for a long time? A smidge of bleeding, but not messy. It was over swiftly, and little odoriferousness either. This should have had me moving into a Smug-Mode, but the worrying over the lost-timepiece was ever-present.
For the first time ever, the wee-wee followed after the big evacuation? A new style as well. I Christened it as an SWP (Sprinkly-White
-Painful) wee-wee.
Limped off to the kitchen. The morning view, albeit a later one this Tuesday, was a little misty. But when I opened the window, it was incredibly mild, I thought. Ah, one there for Bill, a red car! Hehe!
I had a rummage around and searched in the daftest of places in search of the watch. With no luck!
BP sphygmomanometer readings were pleasing and should have cheered me up a tad. All were looking better. The thermometer just showed as ‘Low’, but this missing timepiece was still wrangling at me!
I took the medications, then made a brew. A thought suddenly came to me (they occasionally do), had I dropped my beloved timepiece in a waste bin? After searching through all four of them, I found out I hadn’t. Grumblegrobbledamn!
I started updating yesterday’s post. Diligently making many miss-typing and spelling errors! Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had started off again, Tsk! After a couple of hours, I went off limpingly to make another brew and needed two, I say, two, SWP (Sprinkly-White-Painful) wee-wees! (I’m not sure how much longer the carpet from the kitchen to the wet room is going to last, Haha!)
It seemed the mist was getting a little thicker as the morning went on? This time when I opened the window to take this photograph, it seemed a lot colder out here than it did earlier on? Brrr!
Another forage around in cupboards, drawers, etc. failed to find the £2 watch! Sob! Yet another wee-wee! Washed hands and contact points, and back on the well-trodden carpet in the hall, to Computer Cameron, and got the Tuesday blog finished at last. Despite Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, and Back-Pain-Brenda’s attentions!
I then got a message on the mobile. I had a look, and it was from Iceland. Telling me to check emails for details of changes to my order. What order, I thought? Then I investigated. Finding I had an order in for today, twixt 15:00 > 17:00hrs. Pathetic, I know, but I could not remember making an order for today? After examining the goods on the list, there was no doubt about it, the items were all things I might have ordered. A vague recollection of my looking at the ham misshapes?
Then, I noticed an Amazon email arrived. I used the tracker and got the map up, which means the delivery is close.
Ah, this could be dodgy time-wise, so I stopped and to get the ablutions done.
Not such a good session this time. I reckon this was because I was trying to rush it, in case the Amazon delivery arrived with the reusable facemasks. The teggies were done without any Whoopsies. The shaving, well, there was a few.
The hairs were growing around the ear-holes, and I decided to use the razor to cut them. This did not work, so I got the scissors… I shouldn’t have done that! I should have known better, with Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley being on form! Hehe!
The legs looked a lot betterer this morning, though. The toenails were hurting every time I touched or moved on the mat. No shower, trying to save time.
As I was drying off, I caught sight of something I’d not noticed before. Brief History: Many years ago, when I had Duodenal Donald surgery, the hairs shaved off, on my chest and stomach, did not all return. Then, when I had the Aorta Valve replacement, there were very few that grew again. Then, after the stroke, what an oddity, they all fell out?
Now, I spotted two hairs on my chest, in the middle of the lower op scars, nearer the stomach, I think. One must have been about seven inches long? I wonder if they can do a transplant to my head? Hahaha!
Got redressed, and on the Amazon site, to check the tracker.
The delivery vehicle must be getting very close now.
I went to the kitchen window to see if I could spot a delivery van or lorry out there.
A van was parked in the Emergency Only bay (As do all vehicles). But it was not an Amazon vehicle.
Then, a grey car came up and turned at the dead end, and parked in the Emergency Vehicles Only parking bay. As I peered down at it, it was apparent that it was a Taxi or someone getting a lift with his shopping. It was my neighbour, Malcolm.
I took what I thought was three snaps. Below is what I found on the SD card when I came to download them. How did I do this? I was using the Canon SX 740 SH camera. I’m confused as to what I did wrong?
I’d spent a while taking these pictures, and panicked a bit when I realised. Had I missed a call on the Intercom? Then I realised that if anyone had arrived, I would have seen them. I’m losing it again!
I loitered around the flat hallway, so I could not miss it when someone rang the intercom. Ten minutes later, the box chimed out, and I pressed the listen button, but the machine went to a blue screen with the message ‘Hi’ on it? I pressed the admit button, but unsure if it had worked or not? I thought of going down, but what if I pass the chap on the way and end up missing him?
This was turning into another farcical day for me! I held my ground, and a chap arrived with the masks. Thanked him, and of off he shot. Leaving the covers near the door for me.
Thank you!
I got the masks out to take a look—three in total, washable and reusable. I put them on the shelving for future use. When I am to be allowed out, is unknown, but at least when the time arrives, something like the Opticians, Pediatric Clinic, Dentist or Audio Clinic opens again, I’ll be alright for using the bus, at least. Of course, that is if I can live through and survive this isolationing. And put up with the agony from the uncut toenails, toothache, and mental anguish. Hahaha!
I made a brew and 
went to take a photograph of Marie’s, Koala Katie, and Pattie’s Scruffy, donated pets for me ♥, who I talk to each day, as they rest on top of the DVD shelves. But the Canon camera came up with this message as I returned the SD card. ‘Card cannot be accessed. Reinsert/change the card. Or format with this camera. Oh dearie me, what next is going to go wrong!
- I took out the card and checked it was on the ‘Read’ position, which it was. I returned it to the camera, and still got the message.
- I tried doing the same again. Same message!
- I tried the other card in it, and that was alright.
- Rechecked the Canon-card. Swapped it between open and closed, and put it back in. Same Message!
- Removed it again, and was now out of ideas… It worked!
A sigh of relief was proffered forth.
Then I took a picture of my beloved pets and had a little chinwag with them.
Then I remembered the disappearing wristwatch. Surely it must be around the chair, I had it on last night, I think.
A long time ago, I wrote this view of the mysteriousness of the flat. Tim Price helped me. It’s grown over the months and is a little too long now, but I like it for a bit of fun and have used it a few times on the blog:
“Ah, the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, hallucinations. Materialisations, poltergeist, lemures, wairuas, and kehuas. Manifestations that permeate, pass through the pores and interstices of space, through the time-continuum. Usually, without rupture or displacement within the building. To cause havoc, fear, and frustration, as they dislodge time itself, in their aspirations and skulduggery, to complete their given by Satan, ‘Let’s Piss-off Inchcock’ mission?” Well, now it’s getting more like a fact now, than fun! Hehehe!
Anyway, I had no luck with searching for the wet room and kitchen again for the watch.
My phagomaniac tendencies came into mind. And I returned to the food cupboards and fridge to ponder over what I fancied for my nosh.
Then I remembered the forgotten about Iceland order arriving twixt 15:00 to 17:00hrs. I decided to leave the meal until after the food arrived and I would make up my mind then. I’ll have a pot noodle, I can have if I get peckish… no, not a good idea! It will ruin anything I have later… Hello, I’m hesitating, equivocating, indecisive, vacillating, well, getting all muddled again! Decision-making and I were not meant to be a team after the Stroke.
I went on Facebooking then. I moved on to making-up a template for tomorrow. Got them all done, and…
Gluglegnatsworth! I got out of the swivel chair to go and make another brew, lost my balance, and toppled forward, dropped the China mug putting my hand out to break the fall, landed on the recliner. As I came to rest, I found the missing wristwatch on the tray on the Ottoman as I dispersed the contents!
Unbelievable! This was the first place I looked for the timepiece as well, and did so again at least two more times during the day!
The painful fall, and even more hurtful getting back up my bulky, but flobby-body back on my feet, was somehow not as bad as it should have been! The delight in finding it was tempered by my confusion as to how I failed to see it in my earlier searches. Confusion Conrad was rampant and befuddling! And my confidence was at a low ebb!
I took some waste bags to the chute. Then a couple of recycling bags down to the caretaker’s room.
Doing the blog back up again, forgetting all about the tea I was going to make, I got on with updating this blog again. Warden and desk-top-dancer, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress, Deana called, to check on things. I explained about my having to remain in isolation until the Doctor phones to let me know when I can be freed. Haha! Everything was fine, though. Little things like this, are appreciated, and supportive of my retaining my mental health. (Well?)
Back to the blogging and a message came in from Iceland. They are ahead of schedule and should arrive between 15:00hrs and 16:15 hours.
Life in one’s dotage, I always thought, would be slower, and much more hassle-free. Humph!
Dizzy Dennis, Saccades Sandra and Shaking Shaun all came on at the same time, and this was worrying. Yet, within around five minutes, they’d all left, leaving me with a cracking headache!
Iceland’s delivery man arrived. Thanked him and slipped him a G & T to him in thanks, and got the bags from the doorway into the kitchen.
Still a bit of a mystery as to how, when or why I made this order? But it had all the usual sort of stuff I have in it. I hope I hadn’t had a ‘Blank Moment’. Nott that I can say anything specific about these lapses, but, usually, I find out what I’d done, but no iota of any knowledge of this one, if it was one… I’ll stop mentioning it here, I’m confusing myself more than ever.
I got the goods stored away. There was a tray of frozen Chinese belly pork, the only thing different to usual. So I had that for the evening nosh. I’m worried that the cupboards may fall off of the walls! Haha!
The nosh was prepared and served up. A bit of a palatable feast as it turned out.
The Chinese belly pork, I cooked adding some Hickory. The last of the sourdough muffins, buttered and filled with off-cuts of smoked ham. A Marmite cheese disc, onions, beetroot, gherkins, and tomatoes. A lemon yoghourt, and a lovely crispy, South African apple to follow. My sitomania was well satiated this time. Gave this meal a Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10.
Incidentally, I found myself forever looking at my charity shop-bought, £2 wristwatch throughout the meal. I slept with it on tonight, fearing it may hide away from me overnight, again. Hehehe!
Oddly, Sweet Morpheus was not interested. I put the TV on, it was a load of hogwash showing, yet still, I didn’t nod off?
When it did arrive, it was filled with pestering dreams. Colin Cramps was waking me up, and I think that each time I nodded off again, I rejoined the same, or similar dream?
Hey-Ho!
00:00hrs: Already up, and finished working on this updating of the Tuesday post, and sent it off. 
Oh, Gawd! From nowhere Dizzy Dennis attacked, I really did think I was going to fall off of the swivel chair, and a headache developed at the same time, on the right side of the head! Enough, when I felt stable enough, I got sat down with a drink of orange juice, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley kicked off, which prevented me from nodding off for a while, but sure enough, as things calmed down further, I drifted off into the land of nod! 
A brand new style off wee-wee today, (It’s interesting having so many ailments!) I’ve Christened the mode as UDYP (Urgent-Deep-Yellow-and-Painful). It’s encouraging to be able to report that Little Inchies fungal lesion was not bleeding at all! All done, washed the hands and contact points, and as I was going out of the door, I had to go back in to deal with another rushing-gush wee-wee of the same variety!
I wiped and washed again, and off to the kitchen to do the medicationalisationing.
The BP readings were different this morning. SYS well up, at 173, DIA 83, Pulse 77, and Temperature was 37.8°c. When I got out the tablet dispensers, I worked out that I had enough up until Saturday morning. This
Gordon Bennett! The first sip was taken, and agony invaded the teeth! Cricky, it made me jump! Of course, the toothache was well set in, and kept on all through the day! Gragnangles! 
I got on with updating. The rain and darkness repeatedly came and went, and finally, the updating got finished. The job was all done and dusted. 
The ablutions 
were soon got into with gusto. 
Down, bag in the bin, and ambled along Chestnut Drive, as the drizzle started to come, camera at the ready. I stopped for a few moments under the Chestnut tree while the rain was more substantial, but it soon weakened to just the odd spit falling. 
Back to the apartment, and put these pictures into the computer. 
time this time, for the
However, I did get of my favourite McVities orange flavoured chocolate biscuits. A bottle of Woolite washing liquid and a bag of black bags. 
I made my way through Trinity Sq
uniforms and stab-vest, watching as they ambled around, ignoring the pavement cyclists, the vehicles parked on double-yellow lines. A scuffle taking place for a moment on Long Row encouraged them to walk up King Street in the opposite direction.
avy for a quid. 1 pack of Indian seedless grapes, a packet of walnut-halves, and cashew nuts. A packet of BBQ chicken pieces, and a packet of pork slices with stuffing! And a pack of six mini-jelly pots! By gum, the lady who helped me put them through earned her can of G & T! 
I considered pointing this illegal Road Traffic Act naughtiness out to the two heroic imitation policemen who were still nearby, with their hands in their new tunic pockets, keeping away from the earlier well avoided, Long Row scuffle.
I updated this diary for a couple of hours, then, very late on now, I got the beef nosh sorted out. Beef and gravy, with extra caramelised gravy added, potatoes, garden peas, apple pies, seedless grapes, and lemon yoghourt. Flavour rating: 8/10.
02:30hrs: I woke, in no mood to become active in mind or body. Gawd blimey, I was still so tired! Never have I had such Clinomania, and reluctance to wake up, let alone get up! A little discussion between my brain vs my lack of willpower and interest in anything, resulted in the recreance winning this time, and I nodded off into sweet obliviousness.
As I struggled to get to the wet room, I espied signs of nocturnal nibbling on the Ottoman tray! 
Unfortunately, in my haste, I knocked corner stand, and I heard things fall off of it. No stopping, onward, the wee-wee must be released! And what a wee-wee! An HPSAUOC (High-Pressure-Sprinkly-Unexpectedly-Orange-Colour) style. But not a long one, and no pain with it, so that was good!
Fair enough, Toothache Tim and Duodenal Donald were making up for this, and a sore throat was developing. But overall, this getting up late seems to suit me? But, of course, most likely it just fooled the other ailments temporarily. Arnie Schwarzeneggers? They’ll be back! Hehehe!
ablutions are done. 
I’d done the teeth, bloodlessly, but it was a bit painful with Toothache Tim nudging his way into the scene. (Swank-Adopted!) While I was moving the clothes, I’m sure I saw the shape of a rabbits head in the moved flannels. 
I photographed the stomach before and after the shower. But there was no difference as I could see.
I got dried off and set about the perfumery and medication duties. These took longer than the teggies, shaving and showering out together! Olive-piled the ear-holes first. No Saccades Sandra spray left to use, Grungleclapskin! Applied the Germoloid cream (Wince!). Then got some after-shave on the one tiny cut. Sprayed the Brute deodorant over the elephantine body. Last of the Brute spray used up! Got the Phopain gell well-rubbed into the knees. And carefully, Note no toe-stubbing 
or dropping of the showerhead again! Smug Mode Adopted! I made my way to the front room to get clothed. 
airs.
I struggled a bit getting the bags in the chute, not because they were heavy or large, they weren’t. The problem was Shuddering Should Shirley had kicked off again, and she meant business this time. This encouraged the right legs involuntary drop-something and have a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance. Nearly had me over, so it was a good thing I was in such confined space at the time!
Back and collected the trolley, using the walls in the narrow hallway, so I didn’t worry if I had a funny turn, the dancing returned, or Dizzy Dennis visited. 
I could find no details about the buses on the website. So asked on Winwood Heights Facebook, if anyone knew about the buses or Poundland store. Hugh ‘thinks’ the L9 is running in a Saturday timetable. If so, That’ll do me. 
Tried Josie’s door again. No answer. 
blasted its last beams on earth, I got the camera and tried to take a decent shot of the scene. 
0:00hrs: I’d just got the Saturday blog done and posted off when midnight arrived.
Sleep has been unavailable, none-existent all night. But now, after setting up this template, I will try again, I need some rest. Why I could not get off earlier is a mystery. Maybe the sudden hot weather, or the day I had yesterday? Everything that happened reminded me of my bad fortunes and luck. I was grumpy with myself and got annoyed and irritable most of the time. Carping in the brain, moaning, cantankerously belly-aching, whining on, and wingeing and ended up boring myself!
Disappointingly, as I opened the kitchen window, I realised by the wonderful petrichor, I’d missed the rain. The ground outside was not soaking wet, so it must have been a short shower of sorts. But it left a beautiful whiff in the air! A bit colder this morning too.
For some unknown reason, typing this, reminded of the Dr in the cardiac unit, in the City Hospital. I know I had been given some pre-transplant drugs, but it seems soundly entrenched in my memory – I hope it’s true and not a dream I’d had. A Mr someone or other was going to observe the procedure. 
Back to gerrin’ some nosh prepared and eaten. The five-beans in vinegarette were pretty tasteless and bland, despite my adding Hickory and Balsamic vinegar while heating them up. Most disappointing, because it said they were in vinegar, I felt certain they would be delicious and bought four cans! Huh! Three to get rid off. 
02:30hrs: I woke, the brain caught me up, and the sound of the annoying ‘Hum’ all around was a bit louder than of late – but, no time for that – Wee-wee-William was wanting to be freed! 
As 
I got the kettle on. The pot is near the air-vent on the wall that kept falling off, and the wind howling in when I first arrived at the flat. (See Photo right!) A fitter came to have a look at it (in 2016, I think) and booked me in for call two-months later for someone to tackle the problem. A young man arrived as planned to tell me it has been cancelled due to an emergency. ‘Fair enough’, I said, ‘can’t be helped’. I got a letter a week later rebooking the job, for a date three weeks later. A different young man arrived, had a look and soon set about with his foam filler, and plugged the hole. I thanked him, and off he shot, and I went shopping. But it doesn’t bother me! 
Made the brew, did the medicalisationing. The sys had crept back up a bit. The pulse, too, but I think it’s within the range. But it doesn’t bother me! 
book out. But things fooled me, all of a sudden, things moved of their own accord… I had visions of my body being found, split into two halves! Blimus, the most hurtful evacuations ever! But it doesn’t bother me! 
It was the Iceland driver, bless him, he kept trying to ring, but there was no response to the accept button, and the screen did not show anything or any voices heard. I gt a jacket on, to rush down (rush? hahaha! I am a fool!). But the door chimed out, someone had let the bloke in. He told me that a colleague of his could not get in earlier either! As I said, what next? The lad left the stuff near the door and shot off, he didn’t look too happy, and I don’t blame him. 
Then back on Cameron, starting this post off. After three hours or so, and the same amount of SFRTFC (Strong-Forceful-Reluctant-To-Finish-Cloudy) wee-wees, I got one of the Rocket Sours iced lollies from the freezer, and started to suck it vigorously! 
I went arse-over-tip on the first step over the raised door gliders! And what a kerfuffle! 
I went for a drink of orange juice, the evening horizon looked worthy of photographicalisationing, so I did! For some reason, this shot reminded me of a Clint Eastwood Italian Western.
04:00hrs: I woke up, for about the twentieth time, in imperative need of another wee-wee. I was out of the £300, second-hand, rickety recliner swiftly. I caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and hobbled over to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). 
I found the bucket, too full to risk using again. And miraculously, I carried the bucket, and the walking stick, to the wet room, and arrived in time to avoid any leakages en route! A certain amount of smugness was gleaned from this little victory! 
155, Dia 69, Pulse 72 and temperature showing as just ‘Low’. Sys reading is a bit high. 
Unflappably, I just put the computer in sleep mode, and went and got two black bags made up, and limped to the waste chute with them. Returned to the apartment, and looked in the fridge to decide what to have for me nosh later on. 
I gave up, turned everything off, and tended to making up my own dinner. 
Got the plastic plate piled up with pretty fodder, and poddled to the recliner to digest the decent looking pot-luck, potlatch. Overall Taste-Rating: 5/10. 
Got the washing up done, and nipped to the wet room for freshen up. I took this photo of the just above the belly button burn mark, I got last night, and recall taking it to make up a funny idea I had for a graphic. But blown if I can remember what my idea was now! Something about a black hole?
Many get-ups for a wee-wee again. Not easy having so many, in my physical state. I’m concerned that the walking stick ferrules will wear down to a frazzle! Hehehe! 
01:00hrs: I stirred from my short, disturbed slumber, finding myself in a perky mood. Unnatural, this was, for elegiac Inchcock.
Neck & Shoulders: The persistent of late, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley was twitching a bit, I’m not sure if she was dying down from a nocturnal attack, or building up ready for a morning assault. A little dubious about this; hopefully, she’ll not get any worserer. The stiffness from last night in the neck was a lot easier. Silver-Lining?
I was so pleased to be able to get back into the balcony to take some photographs. (Thanks, to Obergruppenführer, Prima Ballerina, and Warden Deana) In my excitement, I forgot about the damned metal-spring retaining clip, that needs to be pushed to bend, and pulled to open at the same time. Of course, Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters failed at just the most inopportune moment, and I now have a tiny, but painful blood-blister on my thumb! Arglebonkangony! 
Note, the threatening, ‘It’s your fault’ pointing finger? The grand service I had from the then, Richard Branson owned and ran Internet service, is much lamented. It has been crippled and destroyed since Fries mob took it over. But I’m not jealous, oh, no! The saddest part is the service is still better than the one I had when I used BT (British Telecom) years earlier.
I made up the box of recyclable materials, then three bags for the chute. 
I had a peep out of the small window in the link passage, that shows part of Woodthorpe Grange Park, at the rear of the building. 
I had a perusal of the notice boards but did not see anything new on them to be of any interest to me. 
Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit at this point. A bad one, but short-lived, thankfully. Conveniently placed, the wall was utilised for a second or two. Hehehe!
even gloomier looking lift lobby. 
I hobble away, feeling guilty, and spotted some new colourful growth amongst the trees at the end of Chestnut Walk. 
I investigated the Hickory costs. Always high, but I can’t find any for sale anywhere else. 
It took an awfully long time for me to get to the door. On the floor outside the door, was a carrier bag. Some kind soul had kindly gifted me three cups (the three are on the right in this photo, the first one being my current favourite mug). Bless them, I wonder who it was? Jenny? Josie? Deana? I put the cups in the bowl after taking this snap of them. 
04:55hrs: I awoke from my dream-filled stupor, and began to try and recall anything I’d nocturnally envisaged. I knew without thinking that I was underground, caves, being chased, running away from someone… several people, they were shooting arrows at me… but no more recollections were gleaned. I do hate it when this happens! 
As I rose from the rickety, second-hand, c1968, uncomfortable, none-operational, recliner, things seemed to be going well. Until it came to putting down my feet, and standing up, with the massively-stomach-burdened part of the body, falling down with a boing-boinging motion, adding all that weight on the pins! The smarting from under the feet! Sheer pain flowed back up to the brain. Again! Argh-gaggle-strain! 
I got through to the computer in Junk-Room-Mark 11, with a degree of determination to get on with updating of the Monday blog (Better late than never!) 
The parcel, was the wind-up torch, from Amazon. 
I checked on the mushrooms cooking in the crock-pot, the need a little longer yet. 
Well, I might have known or guessed. II had another Dizzy Dennis visit en route, lost the balance a smidge, enough to give my head a klunk on the door frame edge. I did swear! 
I went to the kitchen to get the meal done. The Taste-Rating was 7/10. 
03:00hrs: I stirred into semi-life, with a lightness not felt for a long time. 
Took the medications, and made a brew. Then to the computer, where much work awaited me. With the Morrison order coming twixt six>seven o’clock, I worked as fast as I could manage, to give myself time to get the Ablutions done, before the arrival of the fodder. 
I got an email from Morrison’s arrive. They have made some substitutions. Instead of Sweet potato battered fritters (one of my favourites), they sent McCain shake, shake sea and salt fries? Which will be no good for me, The freezer will accept no more frozen food. Also, I was well pleased to see when I put the order in, that they had some orange concentrated liquid wash in stock, and ordered one. It wasn’t really needed, but the chance to get my favourite orange-scented one was too good to miss for me. Well, I missed it! They sent Lychee & Passionfruit as a substitute. Eurgh! Gits! The worst thing for me was the frozen McCain substituted, which wasn’t even battered, or sweet potato that I had ordered! Gits!
I got the delivery into the kitchen a bag or two at a time, and slowly stored away. I’d forgotten I’d ordered the hot dog roll, but did manage to cram the bread thins into the freezer. It took me a good while.
others under the sink in the kitchen. 
Perhaps subconsciously, to delay the pain of doping the mopping, that I knew was coming? Tsk! 
A few months ago, and this task would not have been considered a problem in the least. But now, it was a mammoth undertaking for this overweight, short, plump, pain bearing, lack of confidence-ridden, depressed, fed-up, bald, bespectacled, lonely, confused, memory-challenged, zeyde! 
Got the fodder prepped and served up.Hot dogs with tomatoes, onions, gherkins, the odd, weird fries, a lemon mousse, and two apple pies, and a mug of orange juice. Flavour Rating 6/10, those substituted by Morrison’s fries were not very good. But everything else was!
03:40hrs: I awoke, the expergefactor, not surprisingly, was wanting a wee-wee, and willingly risked life and limb, in a desperate dash, come hobble to get to the well-used-overnight, slightly ponging GPEB (Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). I made it with seconds to spare. Out-shot the HPLBSS (Hosepipe-Like-Blasting-Suddenly-Stopping) release! The only difference to yesterdays repeated visits was a change in colour. The strong orange tinge had become a saffron yellow one now. But, still no pain with it, so I wasn’t complaining, considering how viciously it blasted out! 
As the brain joined me, and my balance was ensured, I took the GPEB with me to get it washed and antisepticised, and I limped with it, getting it tangled with the four-pronged walking stick and my left leg at one time, (Quiet funny, even at the time), en route to the wet room. No injuries or toppling over was involved. Smug Expression Adopted!
Python’s 
I got the kettle on, and made up and drank a sachet Macrogol drink, and took a Senna, along with the morning doses.
All looked okay to me. 
As I put on the jacket, I’d not worn it for months, I smelt its aroma, cor, it was mucky and a bit smelly. 
I got some of the potatoes in the big slow-cooker and added the mushrooms to them.No idea what I aim to have, but it must go with mushrooms and boiled spuds, Hahaha!
Got the black bags to the waste chute and put down. (Oh, the feet and toes!) I’m getting near to the darkness now again, emotionally.
the glass and white bag. 
Off for another wee-wee, this one was turning back to orange coloured? Mmm?
I got the nosh prepared and served up, it didn’t look too bad, left the pots soaking in the sink. 
And to think, there are people out there who are bored with the lock-down?