♥ TFZer Lillie, and her Butler having a shoe clearout? ♥
Sunday 31 January 2021
Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 31 Faoilleach 2021
I woke several times, and I thought I’d start keeping a record of future ones on the notepad.
22:50hrs: Woke wearily, passed wind, and fell back to sleep.
23:55hrs: Woke, feeling tired. Nodded off again.
00:10hrs: Woke, thought about giving up. Passed-wind. Fell asleep.
01:30hrs: Woke, coughed, and drifted off again.
01:45hrs: Woke, Anne Gyna bother, back to kip again.
02:30hrs: Woke, Anne Gyna bad, more wind passed, and the need of a wee-wee, finally forced me into semi-activity. I rose, hauling my stupendously wobbly-bellied body up onto the feet from the Grotty, £300, second-hand, c1968, unsteady, not-working, incommodious, excruciatingly beige-coloured, haemorrhoid-testing recliner, and caught my balance. Anne Gyna was as painful as she’s been for months. I waddled over to the overnight wee-wee bucket and had a wee-wee of the SP (Short-Powerfull) type. No pre or after-dribbling.
I then took the evening medications I’d missed, last night. Putting in a strictly as needed only (two a day), “Advise Your Doctor”, Nitroglycerin sublingual tablet, letting it dissolve fully. Next, an extra pain-killer. Anne Gyna was a right pain this morning! I must remember to take the morning doses later.
With it being so long since taking these, I double-checked the instructions: A; Sit down – B: Place tablet under tongue. – C: Wait for Five-minutes. D: Do not swallow the tablet. E: If not better, repeat A to C. – F: No improvement? Call 999. I did it right then, now carry on and see how things go.
I was feeling proper shackered, but not low or miserable with it, just drained. Sweet Morpheus has not been kind to me these last few nights. And with Anne Gyna kicking off, a smidge of ‘feeling-sorry for-myselfness’ lingered. Hey-Ho!
I got the computer going, and I threw my attention at getting the updating of yesterdays IT, done. The wee-wees continued throughout, but each one was of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) style now. At long last, I got the updating finished. Posted it off, emailed the link, and did some Facebooking.
Then. I made the first brew of Glengettie of the day.
Sorted some waste bags out and got them in the box on the walker. I’ll need to take these to the waste chute later on, but must get the computing done first, then prepping Josie’s meals to be done. Oh, I can’t go out in case the delivery arrives… The Thought Storms were at it again!
Tried again to clean the crock-pot basin. I thought I’d done a decent job, but when I put the bowel back in the slow-cooker, I realised I hadn’t done a half-decent job cleaning it at all! I had another go, but the mushroom skins were glued to the porcelain! I put it in soak again. Humph!
I went onto the WordPress Reader section. Next, onto the WP comments. I’d missed these yesterdays, Tsk! It took me over an hour, but I was just glad I’d not missed them again, and I replied to them all. Sorry that it was late, folks!
Then a wee-wee, the kettle filled and turned on, and the moon suddenly came out from the clouds.
That did it – I resolved to get a decent picture of the moon, this time, surely one of them might come out alright? I think since I lot the Nikon, and night shots being so frustratingly bad with the Canon, I may have gone into withdrawal symptoms time. Hahaha! I rushed to get the camera before the clouds hid the moon.
Had I took these with the much-missed and lamented Nikon, I’d have thought they were average at best. But with the Canon, they were much better than usual.
Anne Gyna kicked off again with a venom!
I got the Health Checks done then. Starting with the Boot’s made in China Sphygmomanometer. At least the SYS had fallen from yesterday, down to 159!
The made in Hong Kong, by the Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another decent level of 36.5°c, well in the acceptable green area.
Anne Gyna pains may need me to summon some help if she doesn’t calm down soon. It’s such a struggle to concentrate with the stabbing all around the ribs and chest areas. I dare not take another Nitroglycerin tablet now, with only two being allowed per day, if I did imbibe another one, there would be nothing effective to try if she is still as bad tonight… Poor old thing. I might have a search to see if I have any spare Bisoprolol (Beta-blockers they are used to help treat high blood pressure, angina and heart failure), and take it now, cause things are getting a little nervous-making with Anne Gyna. Yes, I’ll have a look for any spare.
Aha, I found one. I got sidetracked in searching, made up another waste-bag, and sorted out the kitchen towels that had dropped on the floor? Hehe!
I took it, and made a note on the pad, that if things were alright in the morning, not to take the regular one, b
ut keep it safe if needed later on! Fingers crossed, this will ease things a little. I made a brew and took these snaps of the view outside. First a downward photo of the bottom field with the ice and frost looking dodgy. Then another one of 
the Chestnut Walk car park.
I turned off the computer, checked around that I’d not left anything on or off that shouldn’t be, and got off to get the ablutions done. I needed the Porcelain Throne anyway.
As I got the shower turned on as I entered the wet room, I realised that the ear-cleaning thingies may arrive while I was inside. So, I returned to check on the computer to see what the ETA was. Ah, they may come soon… I decided to skip the showering to save time.
I utilised the Throne first. It was giant meatballs this time. Bloody painful as well. Still, no mess and no bleeding, so, no complaints.
The teeth cleaning did not go very well, Toothache Thomas was angry. The shaving went average, the two activities saw only four dropsies! I seriously considered going into Smug-Mode, but you know my luck, so I didn’t!
The legs ankles and feet did look okay, though there might be a bit of water-retention building up again, I’ve not had that for weeks now.
Cathys Cartilage was the only ailment that was playing up badly. She does that every now and then, for no apparent reason… I suppose that’s why I’ve given her a female ailment name. Hahaha! Only joking! I should have called Austin, after my Allegro, or Estelle after my Skoda that kept playing up?
When I came out to get dressed, I checked the delivery status on the Amazon site. It didn’t look like it had moved to me. The ETA was the same. Oh, dear, not another sleep-stopping delivery time? Please! Grobbleknackercraps!
I couldn’t find the wristwatch tp put back on. A look in all rooms and the wet room too failed to locate it. Not to fret, it’ll show up later somewhere. I don’t mind, but these Rolex ones ain’t cheap yer know… oh, alright then… I got it from the second-hand charity shop in Sherwood when I moved into the flats, for £2, Hehehe! Within a month it needed a new battery for £18, and a new strap £10. It’s also gone rusty, yet still keeps going!
On the bright side, I’ve just noticed that Anne Gyna is easing off a lot now! Yahoo!
I got the handwashing done in the kitchen sink. I gave it a lot of the Wilko Yan-Ling Chinese made fabric conditioner as I rinsed it out. Got it all done, wrung and hung to drip-dry above the sink
Then, the first proper Accifauxpa of the day! As I turned away from the sink, loss of Balance Brian attacked and momentarily confused, as I started to go down, instead of grabbing the sink unit, I got hold of the long dustpan brush handle. Which, weighing about 4 ounces and made of plastic, surprisingly didn’t afford me any support at all!
Why you may ask, didn’t I grab the sink then? That’s a problem with these sudden losses of balance, the judgement of distances goes to pot at the same time. They are not very good even when things are normal, Tsk!
Anyway, I landed on the right knee – Cathy Cartilages. I think I may have invented some new curse word in the press! Har-har!
This all put me behind on the Sunday Chef duties, and I concentrated on getting Josie’s meal prepped and served up. It looked passable to me, and I still got it served to her door around the usual hour of midday! Smug-Mode gave way to!
Josie opened the door, said the meal was too big, said something else I couldn’t catch, smiled and shot back indoor with her dinner and weekly carrier with the treats. I think she wanted to get back to the hone with her Sister, my EQ said so, anyways.
I then got back to the flat, cleaned up the mess from hurried meal prepping, had a weak wee-wee, washed, and went on the computer. Cartilage Cathy was still upset with me, but Anne Gyna was much kinder now.
Afterwards, I sat a few moments, pondering on the food situation, I decided to see what slots were available for Iceland. I checked the Amazon tracker first, Same ETA, same place on the progress slide? This is how yesterdays went, and you know how late that came! Oh, dearie me!
When I opened the Iceland site, I found a Priority slot, for Saturday 6th February, 06:00 > 08:00hrs. All selected? So, I made an order, but it was all hit and miss. Four things I wanted were not available – how do they know that this early? Hmm? I got the order in and received a confirmation via email.
I spent a few hours updating this blog. The weariness was beginning to show itself, it is beyond my usual head-down time. Now the struggle to stay awake begins!
Unbelievable, the tracker is at the same position with the exact ETA, as it was hours ago? I’ll have a look to see if there is an email about it… hang, on…
An hour later.
I do believe the progress bar has moved a tiny little bit. But it could be me not thinking that it cannot have stayed in the same place for so long?
But, I waffle, to keep awake methinks.
I got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs in Chilli sauce into the pan, added some peas, and keep nipping through to stir and check on it. No fresh stuff left now, the onions, leeks, carrots and peppers have gone, or thrown away through ageing, Hahaha!
I found today’s figures for local Coronavirus cases. Mayhaps a teeny-weeny bit uplifting? No?
Okay!
Oh, check the food… Turned it off and put the lid on. Not only might sleep not be arriving, but the meal may not be either at this rate, Ama-late-again-zon, that should be their new name!
Still no movement on the Tracker slider from hours ago?
I vainly and stupidly looked outside, thinking perhaps the track has broken and the man may be coming now… Humph!
The cold crisp air of the night brought me back to reality – he’s not going to come for hours yet… even if then! Still, I managed to take two half-decent night shots for once.
I’m clinging on to find a Silver Lining in all this, but, no chance.
Sleep, precious sleep has been destroyed through no fault of my own (I think), for several days, or I should say nights. I’m jiggered! Then I found this. Humph!
Ah! the tracker has changed! I hope it comes soon, I need food and sleep in that order. Shouldn’t be long now, though.
Then, when I was getting my hopes up for food and sleep…
The message on the tracker changed to this one ‘The driver has to make a few more deliveries on his way to your address’, that made me go up to ‘Defcon Three’ status, in the Fed-Up Stakes.
Hahaha!
Frustrated a bit, and so very weary, I summoned the strength to get the thin green quilt hand washed. I got it done, rinsed, wrung and hung above the sink to drip dry. It should be ready by about August.
Then moved the made in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket, to near the wall heater.
I kept checking on the cooking in between doing the other things.
Then the door chimes rang out… it was Josie, at this time of night, returning the food tray and things from her meal. I tried again to explain to her to please not call after 15:00hrs, that is when I go to get my head down.
Poor gal looked confused. Obviously, I am having to pay for my Sunday chef services with lack of rest. I must have baffled her more, as I explained that had I not been up waiting for the delivery, you would have woke me up again. I’m not sure she understood me. At least she said she enjoyed the meal and treats.
I missed some of course but tried to record where the ‘few’ deliveries I saw recorded were made on the map. Boy, I was mentally shattered!
I just hope I can cope with using the wax-removal after all this hassle.
Eventually, the delivery arrived. Far too tired to do anything with it at this late (for me) hour. I opened it and put it in the second medical drawer down.
Got the Chilli-Con-Carne and meatballs served up, and ate it with some brown bread thins. Really tired, but still enjoyed the meal.
A Flavour-Rating of 7.8/10 for this, well-cooked effort. Even without the missing leeks, capsicums etc.! I got the pots in the sink soaking.
At last, I got down to rest, I fell asleep so soon. Unbelievably I kept making up repeatedly again. The sixth night of this, now!
02:05hrs: I woke, wearily, and reluctantly, after another restless night of waking, fretting, nodding-off again and waking, worryingly, repeatedly, over and over! Fungleboggles!
I got my humungously-stomached body from the semi-comfort of the £300, second-hand, decrepit, c1968, rickety recliner, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), surprisingly releasing what felt like a gallon, of wee-wee into the receptacle described above. A steady flow throughout, and no PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling)! 
I took the morning medications and then tended to the Health Checks. 
Then, the Chinese, made by the Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer reading was up a tad too. But, I assume it must still be within the acceptable range because it showed in the green.
Once again, I tried my bestest to get a decent photograph of the morning view, but I was unable to do this! 
I tried to toy with them a bit, in CorelDraw bitmap, hoping to get them clearer… But, no! These are the best I could manage, and it was annoying to keep failing so pathetically!
I kept flushing and hand-refilling the tank, for what seemed like an hour at the time. Each try, failing to clear the mass away. 
I got the stick and tried to reach, to assist the bleach, but the stick broke in half! A few more failed flushes later, I gave it one last try. Losing my sanity was a distinct possibility… and Wallah! With a bit of gurgling, and bubbling water coming back up, the bowl was cleared! Hurrah! 
I got the blog posted off. Did the Facebooking etc. Went on the Comments, and found that Billum from Ohio, has the same ‘Extremely High Risk’ for his locality. I hope Lisa and he will be alright and safe. I had a wee-wee!
I did get some wax out, but far from all of it. Then the idea to have a look to see if Amazon had something easier to use on offer came to me. The present tool’s twister is forever falling off. But it has been like that since I bought it. I found another type that was a bit dearer, but it looked like it might be easier to manipulate. So, I ordered one. I checked the Tracker for today’s Pretzels as well. I hope the tracker is right, and I can get them delivered before 22:00hrs! Note the new flavour ones, Hehehe!
I had another bash at working out what the scribbled notes about the dream meant. No luck!
The YourArea Emagazine sent the latest local Coronavirus figures for the last complete seven-days. 
I had a look at the Amazon tracker, and it is further away than it was two hours ago? 
More bad news found. Nottingham Hospitals under pressure: 749 beds occupied by Covid patients. And 92 more deaths with the virus in the past week! 
Got the nosh done up and eaten.
01:40hrs: I’d been waking up all through the night on and off, the actual sleep obtained might have been two-hours; in a few minutes here and there mode. My body clock told was on target as I shone the torch at the clock. 
wee-weeing, somehow. 
The Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, sold by Amazon, gave a satisfactory reading of 36.7°c and showing in the green. 
I limped to the computer, got it booted up, and the innards insisted that I visit the Porcelain Throne, so I did! A delay in the actions starting again, so I had a go at the crossword puzzle that I was struggling with yesterday – I’m still struggling with it now. Hehe! 
Constipation Kondrad was a winner this morning, he thrashed Trotsky Terence easily. I’ve missed the pain of passing torpedos lately, but they were back now. Gruellingly slow and butt-clenchingly hurtful! Then the main motion was followed by a wee-wee, that was of the RTV (Reluctant Tinkling Variety. It took that long, I had another crack at the crossword! Still didn’t get a single answer though!
I got the updating of the Thursday diary completed. The ailments were not too bad to me at all! Posted it off, and sent the email link. Then onto Facebook catching-up. Visited the WordPress Reader Section, and realised as I went to make a brew, all that work and time, and no more wee-
weeing? Something amiss here? 
Found the Coronavirus local figures, new cases down a bit more, but they are still coming, so let’s hope for the bestest!
However, overall, a smashing session! Smug-Mode Adopted! 
I got the waste bags made up and added them to the ones already in the bag on the walker-guide. And off to the waste-room. 
Wrote the notes, and had a weak-unwilling wee-wee.
I discerned that the model they used had remarkable similarities to my physical attributes. (Ahem!) The only slight differences being; He is taller, younger, more muscular, flat-bellied, had hair on his head and chest, and was more attractive to women.
The need for a wee-wee caused me to stop en route to the wet room, and I utilised the overnight bucket—a strong effort this morning, of the FBL (Forceful-Blasting-Lengthy) style. I cleaned the knuckle and applied some Germolene. The flow continued, so I had to use some Daktacort on it. That woke me up fully! Argh! But it worked, and the bleeding was stopped completely within a minute or so. It was a good healthy looking deep-red, mind you)
Then I got the jammies, and my red-spotted belly cleaned up. Wide awake now for sure! 
Utilising the Boots Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, the SYS was down a bit on yesterdays reading, at 163.
I observed that the NCH (Nottingham City Homes) provided monitor, had better readings this morning. Humidity and Room Temperature both nearly in the Green! 
I grabbed the crossword book, in expectation of a struggle ahead. This crossword I was looking at was a lot harder than the others in this book. I’d been stuck on it for days. I got one answer, and I felt hopeful about this, leading to more success, but no! 
04:00hrs: This calls for a good fresh brew of Glengettie. Off to the kitchenette. 
The nest one, a view straight down onto the Chestnut Walk car park. 
Made a brew of Glengettie, and returned to the computer. 
Testing stations report said that: 496 People tested positive got Coronavirus in Nottinghamshire in the last 24 hours. It’s all very confusing, and not over yet!
I sorted a little brekkers for myself to nibble. Last of the pork & mushroom pâté, small tomatoes (salted), and the Milk Roll bread last.
👍 A much easier showering session. No banging into anything, no dizzy spells, only a couple pf dropsies, and free of toe-stubbing – Yee-Haa!
nowt serious. The Germoloiding of the piles stung a bit. The embrocating and rubbing in of the Phorpain on Arthur Itis’s knees and 
As I was doing the deodorantisationing and looked in the mirror (Some I try to avoid, nowadays!) I spotted what assumed was a bit of fluff from the towel on the top of my head. I tried to pick it, nope, flicked at it, nope, no movement… ran the scrubbing brush over my dome to shift it… then realised it was not a bit of fluff. Hahaha! What is it is a mystery to me? Why and how would a spot appear within a few hours that was not there five hours ago? Mmm?
I just hope that it doesn’t spoil my young, masculine, attractive features that the ladies love so much… Oh, alright, sorry! 
It was a bit of an awkward manoeuvre, but after some wriggling and fidgeting I got them on. Then felt the of lump underneath the thick quilt that I was sat upon… Oh, dearie me!
It was the wholemeal sliced loaf of bread I couldn’t find last night, Tsk! Nicely crunched up and reshaped now. Hehehe! It could happen to anyone… but maybe not?
I remembered the mushroom marinating (not than I’m sure mushrooms do marinate?), and I got the crock-pot turned on auto. 
I also noticed how my yarmulke was looking a little well worn. So I hand-washed it and hung it for a few weeks to dry, hanging over the sink’s side, on a strainer. 
time, as my arm jerked, I got a full screen come up, with warnings galore that I didn’t understand were about, but no option to do anything, Cancel – Close or the likes. 
02:00hrs: I woke wearily, amazed at having slept for five hours straight! I still felt weary and may have stayed where I was, like a slugabed, were it not for needing a wee-wee. Which brought on concerns about Little Inchies fungal lesion, what condition it will be in. Signs were favourable, though, no stinging at the moment! 
With getting up so late, and the Iceland order arriving early, I didn’t have much time to update the diary. I got the Health Checks done first. The Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, showed a slightly higher reading, of 37.0°c. 
The Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, had a high SYS of 185. However, it’s done this before occasionally, I may try retaking the BP later, just to be on the safe side. That’s if I have time and remember to! 
, and grafted away like a good un, getting the updating sorted out. Not a lot of work needed, which was a good thing, because nasty, naughty Niccodemus’s Neurotransmitters were playing up, in concert with SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley). Making it a slow process. I got the blog finished and sent off to WordPress.
Off to get the Ablutions done. The knees were looking fine this morning, very angelic. Haha! 
The feet were aching a lot on the soles. But the scratch from falling off of the step-ladder seemed to be clearing swiftly off into the ether. 
I was medicating things, and thinking of going to the kitchen to make a brew, and the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived!
I took a photo from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking, impossible to get at to clean, designed especially for old folk by some misanthrope of an old person’s hating architect, window. As I was closing the window, the rain started to fall as if someone had suddenly turned on a tap. A bit of good fortune there with my timing, for once!
A minute or so later, and the Iceland delivery man calleth with the fodder replenishing foods. He came in the flat’s lobby, letting the door bang-to behind him. And kindly threw the carrier bags all over the floor for me.
The fridge was chocker blocker now! My concern was the freezer. With Iceland sending some bread, I had to get the bread and Minced Beef in there, somehow or other!
I’ll take them down at a reasonable time, to Jenny, Nora and Frank’s pad.
I added the last of the much-loved baby leeks to the pot. They are expensive to buy, but so special tasting. 
Gave it a good stirring up, and left it on a low setting.
overloaded, and then got back on the computer; I’ve a lot to catch up on with the diary now.
I gave Jenny a call to see if it was alright for me to take the mince down to her. 
Got through, and she okayed me taking the meat down to her. So, I got the mince from the fridge into a carrier, and I set off done in the lift to Jenny & Franks apartment. I took the waste bag box on the trolley with me, to take to the chute on the way down or up Which I forgot all about and brought back to the flat with me, Tsk! I got down nae bother and left the bag outside Jen’s flat, she’s left the money in an envelope on the door. 
still had the waste bags in it! Wot a Plonka! 
Made a brew of Glengettie and tried to change the size of the pictures on the Canon camera. But could find no option to do so? I took a photo leftwards, from the computer chair. I’d changed the ratio, hoping the size would change down with it, but, nope! Another failure. I’m very good at failing, you know! Somewhat of a doyen! Hey-ho! 
I thought I’d try to make a Sainsbury’s order for next week; if any slots are available, that is. I managed to get one in for next Wednesday for 07:00 > 08:00hrs.
Had a look at the local YourArea newsletter thingy. The latest Coronavirus figures are looking a bit better… I think.
Recreation Ground cancelled due to ‘water issue’: The Nottingham and Shire Clinical Commissioning Group (CCG) said the site at the Forest Park and Ride, just off Gregory Boulevard, had to be closed with short notice on the evening of Tuesday, January 26th. 
Last night at kip downtime; I lasted a few minutes watching a programme and nodded off into sweet bliss. Unfortunately, I kept waking up so often I wondered what the heck was happening? Each time I shot awake, I pondered, and got back to sleep easily enough? Only for it happen again repeatedly. This went on for hours and hours… So aggravating!
04:10hrs: Another jumping awake, this time with a loathsome need for a wee-wee, so I dragged my body from the recliner, caught my balance, and had to nip rather smartly to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), getting there in a panic time-wise.
Oh, heckithump! I dropped the jammie-bottoms and tore off the PPs in haste, and felt the dried blood crack and flow along with the wee-weeing. It hurt as well! I hobbled hastily to the wet room, to tend to things and stop the bleeding from Little Inchies fungal lesion. 
utilise the Porcelain Throne. (Or at least I thought I did!) But everything was solid and not moving. I had a go at the crossword book, but it became apparent that the expected evacuation would not start. I rose from the Throne and got the lesion looked at. A bad do! 
I reckon it must have been bleeding most of the time overnight. It was possibly the cause of me waking up so often, but I was so tired that I didn’t recognise the problem? I had to have a good clean-up and a hurtful medicationing session. (Sob!) The jammie bottoms were put ready for washing later, I put fresh PPs on, 
cleaned the floor and body, and in a bit of a daze now, I went to get the Health Checks done, and medications were taken. 
The ever-reliable Chinese made by Shenzhen Relee Electronic & Technology Co. Ltd, contactless thermometer, was again in the green, at 36.8°c. 
I took this terrible photo from the kitchenette window as the kettle boiled, then I made a super-strong mug of Glengettie tea. And with using the newly bought Cravendale full milk, it tasted superb! 
Even when I put a little too much in the mug, it still tasted fine. The morning tablets were at last imbibed. I noticed that the outside temperature was -4°c!
The need for the porcelain Throne arose, and I revisited the wet room. Fingers crossed, I settled on the seat for the session to start… but no! I availed myself of the crossword book, and waited, not wanting to force the action, for it to begin. 
Five minutes or so later, the motion was still stubbornly sticking with three clues having been solved. Another bash at the crosswording, then I bravely exerted as much pressure as I dare, and things moved, but in slow-motion. I distinctly remember giving out a few muffled ‘Aerarghhhs!’ as the action started, it continued even more slowly, but without any input from me, so that saved me a bit of uncomfortableness, at least. The pain relief as a dollop of mini-meat balls filled the bowl, plop-plopping, was very welcome! 
Well, its hours later than usual, four at least, but I’m going to get the ablutions done. Back in a while. I got sidetracked on my plans again, and I got the trousers and shirt washed that had been bloodied, and wee’d on my earlier Whoopsiedangleplop and Accifauxpas. (Hehe!)
👎 Getting down from the steps… it had to happen… I lost my balance and ended up with a scraped ankle on the aluminium tread on the ladder on my way to the floor. Hey-ho!
👎After spraying and medicating, that went better than I thought it would, I turned to get the trews on, and I knocked the crossword book off of the floor cabinet. The book struck at the top, but the pen went down the back onto the floor. Thank heavens for Jenny’s short picker-upperer, it did the job alright.
I went to check on the hanging hand washing, and I noticed that the humidity had gone down again. I think Tim Price was right about it going up the other day due to my leaving the hot water tap running.
Then I went to check out the mushrooms and potatoes in the crockpot…
Finally, I got back to the computer to do some updating on this blog. 
The meal consisted of; milk-roll bread beef sarnies: fried crispy onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, terribly weak, expensive cheese portions, and potatoes. 
♥ New Member Henny – You’re so Welcome! ♥
01:30hrs: The flipping ‘Hum’ was giving it some when I stirred back into imitation life. I’d managed about three hours, so it could have been worse – I stayed up late (for me) to watch a football match on the telly. I wasn’t stood on the TV, you understand! Hahaha! 
I tackled the Health Checks next. Starting with the Boots Sphygmomanometer. That is manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. SYS and dia are a bit high again, Tsk! 
The made-in Hong Kong, Chinese Harpin Xian Di contactless thermometer, showed another in the green reading, of 36.5°c. 
I took the medications, and I got the computer going to update yesterday’s blog. Apart from some Nicodemus failures making things difficult typing wise, the other ailments were all so good! 
As I readied myself to sort the Calendars, must, don’t want, have-to and belated checks, I noticed how well the bruise near the knuckle was healing. A couple of new scratches had appeared on the wrist and back of the hand? Nowt even approaching serious, though.
I got sidetracked and went on the BBC Sports site to see all of the football results. I had a funny thought, as I read about this result on the right. Manager of Genoa to news reporter: “An easy win, it was Genoa bother at all!” I’m losing it again. 
Off to get the Ablutions done early, with the Iceland and Amazon-Morrison being due to arrive first thing. 
As I got inside the wet room, and it couldn’t have been better timed, even if unplanned, there I was less than two feet away from the Porcelain Throne… when the evacuation began of its own accord! I whipped down the jammie-bottoms and PPs, and plonked my overly-stomached body down on the seat without a second to spare! Harold’s Haemorrhoids paid the price with pain! Then, I wondered if the torpedo would ever end… ‘Blimus I thought’, this whale will block up the whole system!
The bottom lip protruded and wriggled a smidge. Well, it’s always worse when something like this happens after a run of good luck, as the ablutions going so well! 
had been joined by SSS Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley in assaulting me on and off, more on than off! Another fine mess of things made, this was the best one I could manage. Sorry about that!
opened it, this blog, and the Intercom burst forth and flashed.
He seemed in a rush, but I insisted on his having a can of Vodka mixer as a thank you. Bade him good luck and to take care in the snow and ice, off he popped.
message come in. The first one from Iceland informed me of just two items unavailable 
on this order. Only two? That was an improvement, thanks, Iceland.
I got the mushrooms in the slow-cooker with some leeks, potatoes. Added some sea-salt and vegetable Oxo cubes, on a low setting. 
Time for a rest, at last, made a brew of Glengettie. 
I went out into the balcony to try and get some better shots to view. 
trolley-guide, then collected the glass and jars for recycling. And pondered over what to do if Morrisons do have the loaves of bread and cobs that I have ordered? There was not enough room in the freezer to put them into it? After musing over this predicament for a while, I decided to get rid of some foods from the freezer, as the bread is important (If they arrive) of course.
Up we went to the flat, and the chap popped the bags inside the door for me, then need proof of my age. A bit humorous at my age, being asked if I was eighteen, I was 58 years ago! Hehehe! 
moderately happy with it, and I sent it off. 
The Amazon ETA for the Pretzels is getting later & later. This is not doing my temper, faith, prospects of staying awake, or suicidal tendencies any good at all! The Amazon tracker, the lorry, hasn’t moved fro over two hours? Still, with the weather, it can’t be helped! 
I had a look at the local YourArea Emagazine. Coronavirus figures are not good, but better than of late, fingers crossed in hopes. 
It was now five hours beyond my usual head-down time. I got the pots washed, and settled to watch a documentary about, erm… what was it? Not that it matters much. Ah, it was Nightmare Kitchens! 
00:15hrs: I woke to the smell of burnt food yesterday when the pastie exploded in the oven! Tsk!
Then got on with the updating of yesterdays diary. It took me over four hours! Due to the ailments, I found it hard to keep on kilter, concentrate and many errors, and much time pondering why I cannot remember things. This was not good, it felt a smidge like my brain was full and needed a good defragging. 
Still, I got there in the end, and I posted the blog off to WordPress. Emailed the link, Pinterested a couple of photos. Visited the WordPress Reader section, and then on with Facebooking. It appears I have been banned for 30 days. Something I posted did not meet their terms and conditions. Well, it had to happen! 
and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? And they were arriving up the sink waste-pipe! No idea what caused the cloudiness and plug jumping out? 
Got the Health Checks done. Pleased again with the temperature, it was in the green. Then got the Chinese manufactured Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. It might be sneaking back up, but still. It’s been low for a few days now.
I had a bit of job with the handwashing. Turkish made Socks, Korean jammie-bottoms and the manufactured in Myanmar (Burmese), zip-up jacket. 
I cleared the rubbish bags out of the box on the walker, to use it for the food coming without carrier bags from Sainsbury’s. (Without any bread too!)
chute. 
The Sainsbury bloke came at 07:20hrs. He put the things in a box and a carrier for me, nice of him. At least there was no bread to get crushed, although he did manage to squash the cream cake, and break some pretzels for me. I’ve ordered some more from Morrisons for tomorrow – and of 
course, I’m praying that the bread will come. I’m getting withdrawal symptoms here! Hahaha! 
Sorry, I nearly got carried away there! I can’t see any 
reason for me being sarcastic… Oh, yes, I can! 
Sourdough Bread subbed my pikelets? A 90p tin of Chilli subbed with a £2.29 tin! Leaking bottles delivered, and now a crushed health hazard can! Not to mention an order being three hours late, my phoning them and get a recorded message, part-of which said; ‘You can rest assured that it the delivery is delayed for any reason, we will contact you to inform you!’ Eventually, nearly five hours late the order arrived – the van had broken down – but rest assured as I assuredly did, no one contacted me! Still, it can’t be helped! Huh! 
done now! I could not find the kettle Jenny had left me. Had I took it back to Jen’s? Had I put it down the waste chute? Oh, dearie me! I popped down with the treats bag, and I returned all confused with myself. I rang Jenny again, but am not sure what we agreed on or said.
the bin. 
The snow started flaking again as I prepped the meal. The local lads were out with their sledges, folks walking their dogs in this view I took, took me back reminiscing. Was it really all those years ago when it was me out there, totally unbothered by the weather or health problems?
I served up the nosh! One of my best, and tastiest CCC’s ever! I’d added some potatoes with having no bread. It was a smidge too hot pepper-wise, but I really did enjoy this one, a reet-treat! Flavour Rating given was 9/10!
00:15hrs: I woke after a wonderful six-hour plus kip! ☑The headache from yesterdays clout on my head was much easier, although lingering a tad. I couldn’t even feel the lump, and it was not tender to touch. Amazing! 
I took the bucket to the wetroom for emptying, cleaning and disinfecting. Doing this, the Porcelain Throne had to be utilised. So, I did; And to say that I didn’t have a meal last night, I just can’t understand how such an
not gooey or messy at all. ☑ I washed and off to the kitchenette.
The BP machine showed another decent (for me) SYS reading of 159, DIA at 76, and Pulse as 81. Very similar to yesterday methinks, but of course, not sure. I’ve noticed that 
The temperature reading was also a good one at 36.6°c. 
I got on CorelDraw, I desperately need some more graphics doing for templates. No one called, messaged, rang the door buzzers or phoned me. I spent five hours doing CorelDrawing, and I got some success. But now the weariness is falling. Tea and took the midday medications. 
Had to go for another Porcelain Throne visit. I right bloody affair it was too. I’m not swearing, it was literally bloody. I lost my balance sitting down and plunked on something delicate, and the fungal lesion started bleeding. Another painful cleaning and medicationing to be done. 
Back on CorelDrawing, got a headache now again, damned computers! 
No templates were done yet, of course, but that will be my mission in the morning. First thing, I have no choice, I’m out of them now.
Then got the basin on a tray, served up. Despite my cock-up with the cooking, this little feast went down wonderfully well!
I settled into the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, sickeningly-beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety recliner, and got the Heartbeat DVD on to watch. Years ago, I can remember when I was alive, getting home in a rush, from Tesco on a Friday night, to see these Heartbeat episodes. That was just before the Bailiffs came and emptied the house of everything. Then the police arrived, looking for Mother, who done another runner. Ah, memories!
At the ungodly hour of 
Took the morning medications, and got the Health checks done. Started with the BP, on the Boots branded Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by, ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China. The SYS was acceptable at 159. The DIA at 70, and the PULSE a 
reasonable 80, all looked fine, to me.
Had a wee-wee. Emailed the link, and read the YourArea Email Magazine. It looked like a sleety, wet, windy and cold couple of days coming up on the weather page. Shame! Not that it matters with me imprisoned in the flat of course. Tsk!
The latest Coronavavirus figures were easier to read this morning. The new cases had dropped by-19.4%. That was a little bit of encouragement. 
The pictures to the right were on a page about the upcoming Storm Christoph. These were taken yesterday before the main storm arrives!
It was the DVT, Warfarin INR, test result sheets. It arrived yesterday, but I forgot about it, well you would do if it had dropped out of sight. Hehe! Great INR this time. Next test on 1st February. I was a little concerned about the dosages they had given me, not that it is up to me. But they seemed a bit high, 2½s and 3s? And a while until the next test. I hope it doesn’t get too high. Still, what the ‘eck! 
I decided to get some nosh of some sort. I found a beef pastie in the fridge, I think it’s alright, it smells good. That and some tomatoes, mayhaps a packet of Frazzles with them, yes, that sounds okay. So I made it up, the innards are still stinging, and I’ve no idea why? The guts calmed down after I’d eaten?
Got the brekkers eaten. I took this photo with the camera balanced on my bulbous but wobbly belly while eating it! The breakfast, not the camera! Haha! 
I got the handwashing washed rinsed, rung and hung. It cost me more time cleaning up where I’d spilt the soapy water all over. SSS had increased the severity of her attacks while I was doing the washing – then as I hung up the last item – she went all peaceful, and stopped bothering me now I was no longer an easy target… I’m losing it again here? Talking to the ailments! Well, I used some silent naughty words as well!
A glutton for punishment, I made up some waste bags, got them in the cardboard box on the walker, and got ready to go to the Waste-chute room. 
and as I was depositing the small bags into the chute, I dropped one, I bent forward and down, using the trolley as support… and cracked my head on the iron chute cover on the way back up!