Aha, what’s this TFZer up to, then? Hehe!
Saturday, 10th October 2020
Swedish: Lördag 10 Oktober 2020
01:15hrs: I stirred, thinking of what needed to be tackled today. The need for a visit to the Porcelain Throne made my mind up for me. And almost nimbly, (well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration) I clambered out of the ageing ancient recliner, (we are well-matched) up onto my unbalanced legs, and had to sit in the swivel chair for a few seconds when Dizzy Dennis attacked. Luckily the need for the Throne was not too urgent. Phew!
Wowzah, it’s blooming cold this morning! Brrr! But not once I was inside the wetroom – I’d left the convector heater on in there again! This is going to cheer up the bank manager!
Now here this! Or, ‘Now hear this’, if you want it spelt right. Tsk! This session on the Throne was the easiest for many weeks! Yes, the Docusate sodium capsules, are working a treat! I shall not miss taking them, oh, no! I’d estimate that the pain was 40% less, far easier, and I had a modicum of control over the movement! Mega-Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Got a wash, fresh PPs on, and a dab of Germolid cream was applied. Off to the kitchenette, I wobbled. I took a photo of the morning view with the Canon camera, but I still don’t seem to able to get any decent shots lately, with any of the cameras? Fair enough, I know there are times when I’m shaking badly with the right hand and arm, maybe it is such small movements this morning, and I don’t realise it? But it’s so annoying! Ah, well, plenty of folks worse off than me.
Made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and got the tablets ready for imbibing, then did the job of sphygmomanometering to get the BP readings. The Sys, and Dia though a bit high, were lower than yesterdays levels. Oh, and the pulse had come down, well.
The body temperature was well done, no idea why. Down to 32.7, or 32.1°c.
I’d got out a Macrogol sachet to make up, but when I read that one of the ingredients in the stool-softener capsules, is actually Macrogol? Now I’m a little confused. Do I take the Macrogol or not? I left it, to be on the safe side, I don’t want Trotsky Terence to come back.
I gt on the computer, well-determined, obsessed with getting some graphics and a template or two done today. But, as usual, I got sidetracked. I did the comment replying first, then along came Porcelain Throne demand, mark2!
Plenty of sneezing this morning.
To the Throne, but things didn’t start on there own this time. I got out the crossword book, tried a little pressure, and wallah! Things moved, and with such speed, I didn’t even get to read one clue in the crossword book, and it was all-over! Great! Marvellous! Wonderful!
I even found myself cleaning the porcelain when there was no need to! Old habits of the last three weeks or so of Constipation Conrad’s causing so much bleeding every visit to the Porcelain Throne was possibly the reason. Hahaha!
I made a fresh mug of my beloved Thompsons Punjana tea, and got back on the computer, updating the Saturday post, and scribbling note of what happened today as I went along. Eventually, many hours later, I got it finished. All between many wee-wees!
Then I made up two templates, which took a long time, thanks to Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters kept going offline, and so many corrections to be made. Cost me nigh-on three hours. Blurblecrups!
I went on the WordPress Reader section, then Facebook updating.
Then, the crap sad, overcharging sickening Liberty-Global, Virgin Media Internet went down!
I went to plan the meal for later. It will, I thought, be a Cannelloni Ragú. With tons of cheese on top, and some of Jenny’s yellow tomatoes as well. Ah, I’m out of bread again, with Iceland not sending any, so I had a dig in the freezer to get the packet of bread thins out to defrost. I could not believe it! What a Schmuck!
- After taking everything to search for bread in the freezer, none there!
- And then remembered I have to go to the chemist to pick up the antibiotic prescription.
- And, I’ve not started on this blog yet.
- It doesn’t matter about having any bread I can get some when the mobile shop arrives.
- No, I can’t it’s Sunday today!
- I must call Jane to see how they both are.
- Did I take any Warfarin last night?
- Will I get any graphics done before I fall asleep?
Yes, it was a Thought-Storm! Then the brain went on strike. It’s the only way to stop them sometimes, but reconnecting with reality and continuity afterwards, is no mean feat!
And it’s still damned cold! I’ll put the new warmer slippers on, that’s a good idea. Did I say a good idea?
Well, that wasn’t such a good idea, after all. I lost my balance getting the right slipper on the foot, then Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley had a go at me, and my grasp on the swivel chairs arm and I gave my right ankle a decent bang against the Ottoman on my way down to the carpet! Right near the ankle ulcer.
Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. I merely laughed off the pain, jumped back up off of the floor, and went to check if the internet had come back on. Oy, Oy, Oy!
Alright then, I landed on my knees, which set off Arthur Itis, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, launched one of his involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, that’s when I hit the ankle! I struggled to get back up, I considered calling Jenny and Frank, or pressing the wrist alarm, but was determined to get back up on my own. With the help of clinging on the recliner, the cushion came away, and I ended up on my bum again on the floor against the chair. With Harold’s Haemorrhoids in a right state, now. A second attempt, using the old fat chair, was successful, albeit a painful exercise. Now I’d had enough.
I got down in the computer chair and took the photo above of the leg, and the rain came heavier than ever. So I snapped that through the balcony windows as well.
I had to go to the wet room to clean up the blood; poor Harold had lost, washed up again, and applied generous proportions of the Germoloid ointment.
I was no longer interested if the internet was working or not, I turned off the machine and went to get something to eat, with an effort to get some sleep earmarked for afterwards, I can do the finishing of, hopeful in the morning or late tonight perhaps. I’ll how the sleep goes, but first, the meal must get prepared.
I rang Jane as I was getting the meal sorted and into the oven. I put a thick layer of strong cheese on top of the Cannelloni Ragú, along with many slices of Jenny-supplied home-grown yellow tomatoes. Got it in the oven.
Bad connection, lost her twice and had to ring back. Poor Jane has still lost the sight in her left eye. This week, they both have hospital visits. Pete for his cancer treatments, Jane for here vision and Cluster Headaches. We are a right-set between us. But they seem to be coping well with their problems, I do so hope things can get easier for them. We managed a bit of memory delving and a smile twixt ourselves.
I had to depart the long and enjoyable call, to get the fodder out of the oven.
It looked okay to me. I confirmed this when I ate it with a baked bean pastie. A worthy taste rating of 7.8/10 given.
I did no washing up, I was feeling low after the internet went down, but would have been worse if not for talking with Jane and Pete.
I got a Jonathan Creek DVD on, headphones on, and kept nodding, waking and rewinding for ages, then decided to give up. As I took off the headset, the door chimes rang out.
Being half asleep and in a confused state, my mind told me it was Josie returning the meal plate and things. (Not realising unitl I saw who it was, that it was Saturday and I’d not made her meal yet, Tsk!)
It was the Sainsbury order that I’d forgotten all about. What a dimwit!
The delivery lady was very patient with me. She put the goods in the box for me, bless her.
I got the stuff into the kitchen, and I was pleased to see that the chilli-con-carni and costly rediculusy overpriced, but tasty pickled eggs had arrived with the other things. No potato farls or bread, though. I left every thing laying about anywhere and got back in the c1968 recliner.
Zzzz!
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02:15hrs: I reluctantly woke up, sniffling, and in need of a wee-wee. Bit of a struggle getting up, but I caught my balance easily, took the very full-looking EOGPB (Essential-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to the wet room, had a rather long, but trickling wee-wee, checked against the NHS colour code, I’m still at the number colour 6 on the card, ‘Very Dehydrated’. Washed and antisepticised my self and the bucket, and off to the kitchenette, to put the kettle on and make a brew of Glengettie Gold tea; first I’ll take a 100mg Docusate, with plenty of water.
No summoning to the Porcelain Throne yet, this bodes not well, and I anticipate that Constipation Konrad will be in charge when it does arrive. 
I found that the 100mg docusate sodium pot was easy to open, so that’s another good thing? Swallowed a capsule with a full mug of water, as instructed to, and then got the other medications out, and took them as well. 
For some reason, the sphygmomanometerisationing, needed three goes before it operated, fault messages the first two goes? 
, the work of the mysterious wonders of Woodthorpe Court: The Ghosts, Hobgoblins, Boll-Weevils, Aliens, Gremlins, Karakia-cursing entities, Hallucinations. Materialisations, Poltergeist, Lemures, Wairuas, 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 mission; ‘To annoy and scare the bejesus, and pants off of me!’ 
lowly 33.9°c? 
I got the meal served up, on the tray. I 
thought it was the mild chilli-con-carni. I added some of Jenny’s quartered yellow tomatoes to it, potatoes, added some gravy and Squid sauce, a (naughty) mini-apple pie. Cox’s apple, a pot of yoghourt (but later dropped and broke the pot, taking the tray to the recliner, more mess and worry!). And my evening medications. 
It wasn’t until I took the first taste, that I realised, this is not chilli-con-carne! I’d opened a can of beef in gravy by mistake, and not even apprehended it. Sad, innit? Still, it wasn’t half-tasty, just not what I expected. This meal will not encourage Constipation Konrad to ease off, will it? 
22:10hrs Wednesday: I woke sneezing, and in the most significant panic. Maybe I had been dreaming, I don’t know, can’t remember, but, I was in right dithering, disoriented state of mind for a minute or two. Where was I? What time and day is it? Who am I? Have I kicked the bucket? An unfathomable mini-brainstorm ensued. Ah, I need the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket).
Then nipped into the wet room for another wee-wee, which obligingly was of the almost normal SFS (Steady-Flowing-Stream) variety. Which enabled me to fill the sample tube for the Health Centre scans later. Belated Smug-Mode-Adopted! 
The stick thermometer temperature was well down, to 33.7°c. Ah, well! 
I pressed on with updating yesterday’s Wednesday post. Achieving this within two hours. A curl of the lip, and Smug-Moded! Took the morning medications, no Senna or Macrogol took today. (I may regret that decision!)
Took a break, and m
eft things unsorted, and go the handwashing hastily done, rung and hung! In record time. 
A Nottingham City Home directive had been hand-posted. A well-worded telling-off for whoever it is that’s putting wet-wipes down the toilet, and blocking it, causing a lot of cost in time and money putting right so often lately. Not Guilty at flat number72, I can tell you!
I had to try and stay awake, in case the prescriptions were delivered. I got the dinner sorted, and ate off my lap, in front of the TV, watching Law & Order with subtitles so I could hear if the door chimed went off. I must say, the nosh was one of the best for a while
Unfortunately, being so worn-out, I fell asleep! It had to happen! I was woken up with a jolt, by the door chimes tunes, it made me jump, and the tray plate and cutlery was dropped onto the carpet and me, on the way down! Tsk!
It was the pretty lady from Carrington Pharmacy, Deepaks, daughter, I think, with the bags of prescriptions for me. I thanked the gal muchly and gave her a bag of nibbles by way of my appreciation in them being delivered. 
Sob, weep, cry! The landline burst into action and woke me up. I rolled my body-mass, (and there’s a lot of it, I’d say 50% stomach!) free off the recliner, and got to the phone in time. It was the Doctors surgery receptionist, to advice me, that Doctor Vindla had sent the prescription to the Chemist, and I have to pick it up tomorrow. Great, will there never be an end to the hassles, jobs and medicationalisticalisations! Skulkclogglebonks! 
Still, I don’t mind in the least bit. Who needs sleep, rest and peace of mind? Certainly not me!
02:40hrs: It’s almost like clockwork recently, the waking in need of a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne immediately on stirring back into imitation ersatz life!
I sort of found myself clambering out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured, unkempt, dusty, rusty, fluctuant, ramshackle, broken-down, uncomfortable, decaying, tatterdemalion, heavy yet tottery, rickety recliner, and on my way to the wet-room with Metal-Micky (the four-pronged walking stick), without realising I was doing it. Haha! 
long wait for things to start again. I got the crossword book and had a go at it. The ‘second-wave’ came sooner than expected, it was the usual massive torpedo-like single dollop, but was much messier! It took ages to clean things up, and flushes were needed to get the ‘product’ down. The pain was not 
so bad, though!
When I applied some Germolene to the area, the cream seemed to melt and disappear. Some tiny new blotches were appearing here and there on the right foot as well. I thought to be more worried about the cadaverously welmish, ghostly, pale-looking, bloodlessness, really. I’m assuming, that I am still alive, cause I just hit my elbow on the door frame, leaving the wet room. Ouch… Hehehe!) 
The stick thermometer read a decent 34.9°c. I got the kettle on and took the medications from the medical draw no,3 (Hehe!) and made up a sachet of Macrogol, and added a Senna to the morning dosages, but I was not sure if I should take these or not, as the messiness of the Throne visit, 
had me in two minds? 
I’m hoping that Matron Julie will be calling me on the phone today, I’ll mention this when and if she does ring. 
The right foot seems to have transmogrified again. Where the original ulcer was, has calmed down, well, in appearance, but the tingling under the skin remains. I’ve developed some odd shapes on top of the foot, and it’s getting a little blown again? Hey-ho!
I weakened when I saw the Drivers mini-silverskin onions, in balsamic vinegar & honey! By golly, they look and sound good! I’m out of bread with Iceland and Morrisons not having any, but this is a good thing methinks, with the dieting failures. Hahaha! 
01:45hrs: I bestirred, to the combined calls for a wee-wee and the Porcelain Throne. I almost casually exited the second-hand, c1968, rickety, none-working recliner, caught my balance, grabbed Metal-Mickey, and made my way to the wetroom. (I harboured the silly idea, of getting my head down again after the evacuations, what a plonker!) but it was not to be!
I got down on the raised seat and waited for some motion to begin. I quietly whistled a little… picked at my nose, then got the crossword book from the floor cabinet. 
let the relief flood over and through me!
Off to the kitchen, and took a Senna and sachet of Macrogol, with the morning’s medications. I must remember to ask Champion 500 metre runner, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), and Warden Deana to please ring the Chemist for me, to tell them I will not last for medications until next Saturday. Also, to ring the Doctors for me to book an appointment for the DHC checks. (It’s all go, gerrin’ old!) I had a good guzzle of the inept, not-up-to-par, weak, feeble, found-wanting, Peptac, as I could feel Duodenal Donald brewing up for an attack! 
And, don’t you go thinking that I am jealous of his beautiful wife, billions of $s invested and stashed away in offshore accounts, his $19m salary, him having hair or his good looks, either. Oh, no! 
While Mr Fries pathetic service was down, I put the Canon camera on the charge. 
Ablutions result, Report!: Too early to use the noisy shower, so had a stand-up wash. The teeth-cleaning was a little painful, I kept catching the cracked tooth, Tsk! One, I say, One dropsy!
I got a bit keen on the body-scrubbing and set Harold’s Haemorrhoids bleeding, but very little pain caused. Two dropsies only! 
I took the photos on the right of the legs, with the Kodak, while the other camera was on charging. The first picture, I must have got the shales, cause I can’t recall meaning to take it! The legs looked in great condition. The leg ulcer was tingling a bit. 
On leaving the wet room, I did a good job of hitting my right shoulder on the door frame. Ug! 
Got dressed and the Iceland man cometh with the fodder. Good and early today. 
late on. The other freezer bits went in the trays without any bother this week. 
The SYs was still a smidge high, the other two readings seemed to be satisfactory, at least. 
Then, got the stick thermometer and tooketh the body temperature, with the scarily difficult to operate and understand Kodak camera. Note how bright all the pictures seem to be? However, the temperature ar 35.7°c was far higher than of late. 
Moments later, the landline burst forth in tune and flashing. It was the pleasant District Matron Nurse, to ask many questions and wanting to know how I’m doing. This prompted my Stuttering Stephany replies. 
Herbert was busy today, must be a big model he’s doing. Tap, tap, crunch! Hehe! 
Then my thoughts turned top fodderisationing! I got the meal out of the fridge, and with no cheese delivered, I got the last of the cheese slices out, and covered the tray with them, left them out to defrost completely. Better than nowt! 
The cannelloni ragù was burnt on the top, but that was the plan. It looked terrible. But tasted just fine. I added some beetroot on top of it, now I could get the lid off of the jar with the new tool – I’m sorry I bothered, very hard and tasteless beetroot! Not so the ragù, that was delicious. Taste-rating: 7.5/10. 
: 01:40
: Midway through disinfecting the bucket, and I need a second wee-wee! The AMD (After-Micturition-Dribble) was more like a river, Tsk! (Later on, inspired by the wee-weeing flood, I changed the original thought-graphic above. and made this new one up. I thought it was funny enough and topical to the Inchies Tale of Woe? Hehehe!
Had a clean-up, and changed the PP’s. Then off to the kitchen. The lights seemed to be twinkling a lot more this morning, a little like Sister Jane’s when she laughs and smiles, which brought back the fretting and hopes that she is alright. She and Pete have gone through the medical grindstone lately. ♥ 
The Health-Checks were done. Duodenal Donald was hacking away at me again, most uncomfortable. 
The SYS was still high, but down on yesterday. 
rise of body temperature, at 35.3°c. When I got the check done on the pulse, this is a screen-shot of what it should be. But it only confused me more than before. Why two columns of figures? Anyroad, I reckon the pulse is a bit high. Hang on, though, Resting Heart Rate? Conrad Confusion, reigns? 
I did some waste bag making and sorting out. Having to make tiny bags is a bind, but necessary all the same, otherwise, using bigger bags, means they cannot go down the narrow, tiny, wrought-iron waste-chute openings. Hence, I now have about nine bags to deposit down the shaft later on, far 
too early to use it now, it’d wake folks up on its way down. 
My super G5 modern mobile phone rang out, well, it might not be that new, Ahem! 
After ringing off, I was over the moon, never been so contented for years. I was making notes on the pad to use here later, and the landline burst into life. 
The intercom rang, and flashed. It was the Amazon delivery of shoes arriving. I didn’t see the delivery person at all, but they left the box outside of the front door for me. 
Opened the container, and had a look at the footwear contained therein.
I then took my ninth wee-wee of the day. Hogglebogwash! They are now coming out as SWOP (Sprinkly-Weak-Orange-Painless) modes. 
Hello, the Dusty Springfield tune, ♫I only want to be with you♫ has burst forth from the front door. I bet it’s Josie returning the dinner things from yesterday. 
I got the trolley and contents into the chute area, and thought as I took this photograph, ‘This is going to be another on that the Tate Gallery miss, and lose out on’. Hehehe! On the very first bag to be deposited down the shaft, I caught the edge of the iron grating chute, and now have a reasonable sized new bruise to show off. 
A ‘reet-treat’. Taste-Rating 7/10, got the pots and me cleaned up, and stripped and settled in the £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety recliner. 
Sweep Morpheous soon returned, as my mind happily mused over Sister Jane feeling better. I just had to put this picture of Jane (left) Me, and Christine Wright. We were young, frisky and having fun in our back yard. It was taken a few years ago… Hahaha! 
0300hrs: By Jiminee, six-hours of Sweet Morpheousness! Good going that! If it wasn’t for the need of the Porcelain Throne, I might have had longer – cause the body and brain did not overly want or need to get up at all! Yes, dysania and clinomania (
I got down on the pew, and the actions started immediately, and stopped, and stuck seconds later! The handily placed crossword book and pen were reached for, (You can always tell a suffer from Constipation Konrad, by how close he or she keeps the crossword book, to the loo, Haha!). I believed there might be a possibility of my busting open in the rear quarters, and the painful pressure grew ever tighter, but no action yet. A few minutes later, when the innards controlled movement restarted, things moved that quickly, I hardly had time fo give an Argh! Or swear, before it was finished, with watery-thud.
Some bleeding, but I’m certain it was from the bashed up and squashed by the torpedo on its way out, Harold Haemorrhoids. I got a good clean up and medicated with the Germoloid ointment, I didn’t spare with it either. Got the things back on the toilet top, got the new PP’s on, and needed a wee-wee. 
I put the kettle on and got on with the Health Checks. The SYS was still a bit high, but it’s up and down all the time lately. I’d like to know how, every single time that any nurse or doctor takes my BP, it is always, it never changes, comes out as being within range! Humph! 
The temperature on the stick thermometer had gone up a tad, which is a good thing, cause it had been too low for too long. 
I’ve noticed that this morning, Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters have been trying, sort of going online and off, quickly again. That’s my way of saying that Nicodemus is to blame for my dropping the stick thermometer on the floor. I thought, well that’s done it no good! Surprisingly after retrieving it with the use of the long picker-upperer, I tried it, and it was still working! See, a Silver Lining can usually be found, if one is prepared to lie and cheat a bit. Hahaha!
e flats. 
he came a couple of minutes later, I buzzed him in, thanked him, slipped him a can of G&T as a thank you, and opened the box to investigate. 
and reliable, what I anticipated? No! The tools were worse than the ones I already have, no instructions, of course. Ah, well, they were cheap enough! The yoghourt covered cashew nuts, were 75% yoghourt, finding any bits of cashew, was a bonus. Hey-Ho! 
I went on the Amazon tracker to check out the ETA of the slippers that I’d ordered might be arriving. 
Back on the computer, Pinterested some snaps and started to update the Facebooking, and the landline burst into ringing and flashing. It was Sister Jane, she is not very well at the moment. She has, she thinks got, or suffering from cluster-headaches. Poor things, it was a case of one of use mentioning something and comparing it with the ills of the other of us. Hahaha! I’ll have a look-up on the web later for these headaches. Might ring her back in the morning if I fined owt that might help her cope better with them. I’ll send Jane all the bestest wishes possible! She’s not a woman who moans, bless her cotton socks! ♥♥♥ And Pete can do with a boost, the handsome beast him, with all his radiation treatments.
I had to hurry a tad, to get Josie’s dinner done in time, but yet again, I was on the button, at midday, at her door, ringing her bells! 
thought it was a paper one. Hahaha! 
I washed, put the kett
Got the nosh served up, I didn’t enjoy the meal, although I should have, it was one of my better efforts, but fretting over whatever Jane and Pete, I could not appreciate the food. 
00:00hrs: My expergefactor, was Duodenal Donald, oh boy, was he giving me some stick! (I realised it must be due to my hassle with the computer yesterday, it really got to me, and must have encouraged Donald to kick-off); so some of the useless, inexpedient, weak, and wishy-washy, but better than nothing. Peptac antacid guzzling, is my first job – after the regulation wee-wee, of course.
: The computer and CorelDraw seem to be working correctly again. SO I concentrated on making up an in-brief Friday blog to replace the one that got gobbled up in the ether yesterday. Cry? Me? Of course, I did! I pressed on full of concentration and determination (but not a lot of confidence) and got it finished and posted off. Needing four wee-wees while doing it! Oh, dearie me!
I got the crossword book, and spent half an hour or so on it, without any movement from the evacuation. Embarrassingly, I was so desperate, I painfully upped the PPs, and went to the kitchen and took two sachets of Macrogol in warm water, and returned to the Thone. Continued with the crossword, it took my mind off of the uncomfortableness a little, especially as I was doing so well with the puzzle. 
to break things up, and the skewer broke, such was the solidity! I cleaned the place, got a good wash and sanitised the touch-areas, and gave it what must have been the tenth flushing, the water bubbled up to near the top of the porcelain this time? But, it was completely clear of any matter, thankfully. 
I turned my attention to getting the Healthchecks done. 
: Hit my head on the corner of the cupboard door. Blungletads!
ity, (135) the BP sphygmomanometer had my SYS back up high again. However, its been a lot higher over the past two weeks, so fingers crossed. 
was making up a template for today’s post, and on CorelDraw, making up a graphic, and it froze and turned itself off! My heart sank! Again the damned thing! I turned it back on and had lost all the work I’d done, so had to redo it again, but at least the programme let me. Pickleglobknobs! Got the photos taken this morning in, and on WordPress. 
Took a snap of the once again, blue morning.
Tea and biscuits were partaken of, and another Macrogol made up, then got the Ablutionalisationing tackled. 
had a good few swigs of the useless Peptac. Which incidentally, replaced the excellent Aludrox SA, which the Doctor told me years ago, had gone up in price five-fold overnight, and the NHS has barred the product. Cagnangles! I am on omeprazole for the ulcer, but it’s not doing anything at the moment to relieve my wayward innards! Still, yer don’t like to complain, does yer? Much! 
Took the evening medications, and wondered if the Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, Telephone number: 0115 960 5453, just up from the Lidl store, were going to let me down again with the delivery? My EQ said; “Just get your head down, there’s not the slightest chance of them delivering your prescriptions tonight, mate!”
00:00hrs: 
I woke and wobbled my body from the c1968 recliner, and off to the wet room for the regulatory wee-wee. A WCT (Weak-Cloudy-Sprinkly) effort this one was. 
Got a wash, and feeling a little nearer to normality now I had something valid to worry about, off to the kitchen. I got the kettle on, and made a start on the Health Checks with the stick thermometer, which was much higher today, the highest I can remember it being, so good news there! 
Made the brew of Thompsons Punjana, and got the sphygmomanometerisationing done. 
I went to make another brew, and as I was getting the Glengettie Gold teabag out of the tub, I dropped it. Leant against the counter and bent down to retrieve it, and saw the bobble hat and yarmulkes, that had fallen behind the drawers. Guilt then flowed through me. They were now dusty and dirty. But not for long, I got the washing bowl and had a good hand-laundering session. In fact, as you can see below, I got a little carried away with it. Tsk!
Got the heaters going, and the cloths done, wrung and hung to dry. 
But, I fooled them with swift, cunning, cleverly imposed reactions!
After getting rid of the rubbish bags, I had a long wait for the elevator to arrive. 
Model Warden Deana, and Unterscharfuhreres and Pole-dancer, Julie on the way out. 
I spotted in the bus shelter, (Columbo? Huh, not a patch on me. Hehehe!) that someone had been using tissues while sat waiting for the bus and had stuffed the dirty used tissues under the edge of the seats! One was on the floor as well. Coronavirus?
Four and half hours later, I alighted the number 40 bus and nipped into the ILCs office, with a little treat from my escape and shopping expedition. You must read of my utter embarrassment in the Poundland shop. I cringe when recalling it. Tsk! 
Up to the flat, to unload the overloaded load of shopping from the three-wheeler. In doing so, I found something I’d forgotten to drop off at the office, What a clot! So, I nipped down with it and came back to get the kettle on and have a wee-wee. Henceforth, between now and getting my 
head down, I required at least ten more wees! All of the stunted CMA (Cloudy-Mini-Amount) mode, every one of them with a drop of PMAD (Post-Micturition After-Dribble). Blimey, I’ve never used so many PPs in a day before! 
I got the bags off of the trolley and emptied the wheeler bag. 
I split the stuff up and took these shots of the massive amounts of fooder etc. I’d somehow managed to carry home. Smug-Mode-Engaged!