Aha? TFZer gal, starts a business at the Cool-It-Cabin? ♥
Thursday 10th September 2020
Latin: September 10th Iovis MMXX
02:30hrs: I felt absolutely disconsolate at another almost totally sleepless night, and decided to give up trying, and get up! I need a pick-me-up, some luck, a roborant, or even some good luck, or even sleep will do nicely. The things I ask for! Mission Impossible comes to mind. Knacklewrangles!
Feeling a little brassed-off with the unrepairable reasons for my getting little sleep, I was aware that I was falling into the darkness. This I could not allow. So a mental search for options, that would improve my attitude was carried out before I’d even moved my body in the recliner. After a few minutes, the realisation that self-pity was developing, it does that sometimes.
I forced myself to perk-up, by thinking of all those much worse off than I am. I whistled to myself as I fought my way out the £300, c1968, non-operational recliner, caught my balance, grabbed the stick, and made my way to the EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket) to relieve myself. The wee-wee was for a change, a decent one, nearly normal apart from the colour, how the heck can I be passing light-green urine? Still, it was easy, painless, and no pre or after Micturition-Dribbling. Immediately, my spirits started sneaking up a smidge, a smile developed, the need for a mug of tea arose, and never kept to plans for the day were developing! I sang 1960 songs to myself as I hobbled with the bucket to get it emptied and sanitised…
As I entered the wet room, I stopped the singing of Ricky Nelson’s version of ‘Well my bucket a hole in it!’, as I gave myself one hell of a brutal, cruel toe-stubbing on the chair which supported the danged-nabbed sock-glide! Arrrgh! This seemed to bring on the pains on the souls of the right foot and ankle areas, just as they were yesterday.
Fancy that, I said!
Cleaned the EOGP bucket, freshened and antisepticated it, and went to the kitchen, taking extra care to avoid the bad-luck and painful, injurious to use, sock-glide, and avoiding walking into any doors or walls en route. Oddly I began singing to myself again! Cliff Richard’s Young Ones. Don’t laugh! Hehehe!
More old favourite songs and tunes came to voice as I was taking this photo of the morning view, Adam Faith, ‘The time has come’, Ricky’s ‘It’s up to you’ and whichever group it was that made a cover of ‘A little bit of soap’, amongst overs, flowed unmelodically from throat.
Another stroke of good luck when I did the sphygmomanometerisationing. Amazingly the SYS had gone down to 140! Wunderbar!
The stick thermometer was not in a mood for working, to start with. I had several attempts but just got low, no figures as to what the 
actual reading was.
Well, on about the fifth try, I got a figure of only 32.3°c, that’s really low methinks? Why? I’ve not got the foggiest.
Billy Fury, ♫I’m running around♫ was vocalised. Quietly of course, and well out of tune!
After I’d just put the machines away in the medical drawer, then SSS, aka, (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) kicked off. Even this was not going to bring me down again. I sillily mocked the ailment, because instead of the usual ‘Just-at-the-wrong-time’, she’d cocked-up her attack, and missed her chance of making me drop, and possibly break some expensive gear. ♫ La la la la la Lala! ♫ Hehehe! I am such a fool!
As SSS calmed down, the whatever is in in the ankle began to get real tender, I took a look at it. Looks like it feels in this picture, tender. It even makes me jump when the legs of the trousers catch against it. Tsk! Worrisit? Surely it can’t be the Clopidogrel allergy. Because that has never hurt, Mmm?
I started to update the Wednesday Inchcock, and SSS, NN (Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters), and Reflux Roger were a bit of a nuisance and cost me a lot of time checking and correcting. But I got it finished at long last.
I don’t think that the annoying ‘Hum’ has been so loud for such a long time, ever before! I keep wanting to have a look outside to see if there are any fire engines with their pumps in use, its sounds just like it.
I got the fresh peas podded and in the saucepan. Then scrubbed some potatoes and got them in the crock-pot, with soy sauce and the fish vinegar.
The ablutions were tended to next. A proper-farce it was, but not due to Accifauxpas, or too many dropsies, for once.
I had a really smooth, best ever in weeks, session; apart maybe a nasty hitting the shoulder on the grab support when I dropped the soap. I’d got to the medicationalising stage, and the front door chimes rang out. There I was, naked, and a positive threat to anyone who may have to look at my elephantine wobbly body, so I wrapped the towel around my midriff and went to investigate. Surely it can’t be Josie this early, the thought that she might need help, caused me to hasten my hobbling speed to get to the door. I partly opened the door ajar, and peeked-out, but no lights were on in the lobby? Puzzled, I returned to the wet room!
I’d almost got the medicationing finished, and the landline rang out. I made it in time, it was my heroine Jenny. She said she’s left some tomatoes for me, home-grown from a relative, for me. We laughed when I told her where I was, when she called on me, Hahaha! I thanked her for thinking of me. ♥
Back to the wet room again, just furuncular cream to apply now.
As I got the tube in my hand, unfortunately, the right hand, to transfer cream to the left hand to use it with, SSS gave me a blast… and the cream shot out and upwards, landing in one long 
piece back down onto my bulbous stomach, and dribbled down onto Little Inchy as it broke up. I got it all cleaned up, but it was not easy getting back up again from the floor after getting things sorted. Tsk! It seems so funny now, but wasn’t so at the time! Hahahaha!
Herbert was tap-tapping a bit, but not too bad. Bless him!
I then got myself freshened-up and partly clothed. (No socks on, not that this was because I didn’t want to risk, or was afraid of using the blood-letting, finger breaking, sock-glide, of course! As if a brave, bold, young man like wot I am, would be so scared of using a plastic-coated 
metal, Satan-made article. Hehe, oh no! Ahem!
I got the towel onto the airer and retrieved the tomatoes that Jenny had kindly brought for me, from outside the apartment’s door.
I took a closer look at at the spots, papules, and scabbing, that had suddenly got more painful. I don’t think it is the leg ulcer, that has never hurt like this. Whatever it is, ulcer or something else, it seems to be spreading out down to the foot now!
Got the fodder prepped and eaten. The tomatoes from Jenny were okay, the yellow ones were marvellous. I ate it all up but struggled to stay awake to do so.
Took the pots to be washed, and heard a noise as I was doing so.
It was a hand posted letter from Nottingham City Homes, reminded us of the creeding being done on Tuesday 15th September, and we have to either leave the flat before 08:00hrs and not return until the work has been completed, or remain in the apartment until we are advised the jobs done, and the concrete dried. Fair enough!
Med’s taken, and down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, broken-not-working recliner, in search of Seet Morpheous. Who came very late on, but stayed with me for five blessed hours! Yippee!
TTFNski, haveth a great day!
01:55hrs: I woke with stomach-ache and started sneezing. Then the need of a wee-wee arose, so I struggled up and out of the £300, second-hand, c1968, cringingly beige-coloured recliner, and utilised the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket). For another RSS (Reluctant-Slow-Sprinkly) release. 
To the kitchen, cleaned the bucket, and I took a snap of the morning’s view from the thick-framed, light and view-blocking window. 
Back to the kitchenette, and got the gear out of the medical drawer, and started the Health Checks with the stick thermometer. Blimus, the temperature has shot up this morning, to 36.7°c, the highest it’s been for many months. 
The sphygmomanometerisationing results were much betterer, though. The SYS had tumbled down to 139, an unexpected improvement there then. Took the meds.
A decent session overall, with no walking into or banging against any door frames, cupboards or even the sock-glide. While I was coming out. Toe-Stubbings avoided! The ankle ulcer was clearing up, but spreading out a smidge? 
I got the hand-washing seen to next. 
I sorted out the small black waste bags, and big white recycling one and was about to get them onto the three-wheeled walker, and a third mad rush to the Porcelain Throne was needed.
I washed and medicated things in need, and got the bags loaded on the walker. 
I risked making a mug of Glengettie, as the tummy was more settled now. Then decided to have Glengettie Gold instead, as it is a milder flavour, just in case the innards kicked-off again. But they didn’t get any worse as and after I drank it. 
Working on this computer for a while, and I heard a voice ring out from the hallway. I recognise it straight away, it was the beautiful, highly desirous, charming, kind, sweet, caring, empathetic, loin-moving, beneficent, appealing, heartwarming Nurse, Hristina, came to do my blood test. 
Limped onto the balcony, and saw the puffer clouds, I think that’s what they are called, with the terraces of the flats silhouetted, and returned to get the Nikon to take a shot of the beautiful view. 
The Morrison delivery is due shortly. I got the meal ready and served, to eat cold after the shopping has arrived. A simple snack, for a simpleton to savour, Hehehe! 
I got the bags into the kitchenette, but I did walk into the door frame taking the last bag through the hallway. The right shoulder, as is normal, bore the brunt, and it made me grunt! Hehe! I sorted the bags out one by one. I put the treats for Jenny away. ♥
In the next bag, a rare mixture again, bananas, fresh pod peas, tarts, and two bottles of washing-up liquid. 
The fresh-food carriers had some delightful looking items in them. T
I waited a couple of minutes in case he did. He didn’t, thankfully. 
04:00hrs: I woke up, to the well-established, wee-wee wanting, and wrestled my whale-like body from the not working, uncomfortable, second-hand, £300, c1968, rickety, rusting, sickenly beige-coloured, recliner. I caught my balance and made for the wet room. For some reason, I’d not got the OGPEB (Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Emergency-Bucket) in situ? 
The pathetic wee-wee of sorts was back to an RSHH (Reluctant-Sprinkling-Half-Hearted) effort, with an extraordinarily long AMD (After-Micturition-Dribbling) that took far too long, to my thinking. No early call to the Porcelain Throne, though just like yesterday?
usual tummy pains that I get just before any evacuation. So I felt confident enough to carry on with the Health Checks, but not overly so. With virtual crossed-fingers! 
fair one, methinks? Not so the Health Checks on the BP sphygmomanometer, see the SYS? Crikey, that’s high! I wondered maybe the excitement of yesterdays escape from the lock-down to town had some effect on it? I was undoubtedly in a more comfortable frame of mind this morning. Mmm?
I washed and got some potatoes in the crock-pot, with a drop of the Squid brand fine fish sauce vinegar added. No need for salt, because the sauce has Anchovies in it. Bootiful! 
I went to get the ablutions done. A standing up at the sink session today, the Iceland order was coming soon. Still, it went fairly well for once! A few dropsies, one tiny-weeny nick shaving, nowt knocked over, and even the medicationing went well! Superb!
I had another look out of the window, and down to Chestnut Walk. Aha, a red car parking naughtily! Or maybe not, he or she might just be turning around. Did you see that? I’m not jumping to conclusions! Temporary- Smug-Mode-Adopted! 
I made brew of Glengettie, and took it with me to the computer, to make a start on this blog. 
decided to get the washing done. A long job and SSS made me spill a fair drop of water as I wrang out the clothes after washing. Granglespithowlations! 
Not that this has anything at all whatsoever to do with my fear of using the harrowing, Accifauxpa guaranteed, blood-producing, metal, sock-glide of course! Ahem! 
The Iceland chap arrived with the food order. Friendly bloke he was, dropped the stuff through the door for me. Thanked him and slipped him a can of G & T, and got the things through to the kitchenette. They had substituted mini apple pies with apple and blackberry ones. (Not for me, I don’t like blackberries). And had not got any muffins in stock. 
Got the nosh prepared and served up. Horrible is the best word to describe this culinary catastrophe! 
I left most of it, apart from the spuds, that is. A wise move, I think. 
To the main room, and took another picture with the Nikon, through the balcony windows. 
 
00:15hrs: I woke with some lingering memories of dreams I’d been having, and fumbled to get the notepad and pen, to write down what I could recall of them. But by the time I’d dropped the pad, and got myself sorted out ready to scribble, the memory box had lost everything about the dream! 
I poddled to the kitchenette, and the view through the hanging washing covered, new light & view-blocking windows, revealed the moon in miniature again. So I got the Kodak PixPro AZ 651 bridge-camera, (sounds all posh dunnit?) and took a shot in the Aperture-Priority mode. Not too bad! 
At the most inopportune moment, just as I was pouring the tea, SSS (Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley) gave me a good shaking, and I dropped knocked the mug over! Boiling water and hot tea went all over the counter, down the cupboard doors onto the floor. I thought how lucky I had been in not getting injured or scolded, and in the midst of cleaning up the mess, a sneaky Smug-Mode began coming on, but not for long!
Aha! The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and off to the wet room. 
I went on the balcony to take some shots of the morning as it brightened up somewhat. 
treatment. I’ll ring him in the morning to see how it went. 
The mood in town was one of depression, that’s the only word to use. I have never seen Nottinghamians so dispirited in my life! 
I got off of the bus, called in Poundland, and came out after spending just £12.50, and limped to Milton Street, going in the Bargain Shop. I only spent £5.77 in there, so many things not available, but I did get the black washing liquid, still on a bargain price with a few other items, that were not essential. 
A photographing hobble around down the depressing Clinton Street, right along Long Row, and up Queen Street to the bus stop home. 
I got off of the bus without any bother. Alright! I caught my right knee on the trolley as it did its own thing lowering it to the pavement. It set Arthur Itis off for the rest of the day. Humph! Not that it mattered much, I was not going anywhere or doing anything productive much in the state I was in, Shackumed! 
I say do nothing, I did make a large meal, and ate nearly all of it. 
TFZers in the ‘Cool-It-Cabin’ ♥
04:00hrs: After a miserable three-hours kip, I woke, with draughts coming in through the new balcony door, and making my shiver a tad. Nowt to be done about it, Warden Deana has reported the sliding door either coming off of the runner or about to collapse, to the Nottingham City Homes Maintenance department. The door cannot be closed or locked either. Tsk! 
I got down on the plastic raised seat, and the wee-wee began trickling slowly, but persistently. Followed while still in motion, by a sharp, painful, ‘will-I-split-open’, evacuation! The damp thud as the product all in one gigantic torpedo clumped into the WC, I felt the water splash up, wetting my lower regions, and I removed my body from the seated position with haste, not knowing if it was blood, water, or a mixture of both that caused the early morning showering. Haha! 
crock-pot, with some fish vinegar/sauce. 
And what a kerfuffle it was getting it even understood, let alone doing the changes. 
the computer chair, at least the shape was right, just lucky, I’d not got the foggiest idea what I was doing, apart from messing everything up, that is.
I cleared the top of the floor cabinet again, with the towel while drying. And it took me yonks to find where the Germaloid tube had fallen to. Somehow it ended up on the floor behind the WC, and it got wedged between a disinfectant and bleach bottle. Humph! 
es, and an involuntary right-leg Neuropathic Schuhplattler dances, but I didn’t go over! Quite cheered me up that! 
d made up three black rubbish bags and took them to the waste chute room, As I was coming out of the room, it was as if someone had turned on the dreaded, annoying, piss-taking ‘Hum’!
I got on with serving up Josie’s nosh, got it plated and on the tray. I was well-pleased with low the cheesy potatoes had come out. I’d added the usual Leicester cheese and sea salt, I added a knob of butter, chives, onions and chives from the spring onions. LAst of the fresh garden peas, boneless smoked mackerel fillers, Surami sticks, gherkins, and tomatoes. A strawberry and cream mousse, and low-calorie chocolate noughat bar, and a can of pink Gin and hit.
Got it delivered dead on time again, (as chefs go, I’m not too bad).
While I was out there, with finger bleeding, I thought I’d take a picture of the car park at the end of Chestnut Walk. (Billumski in Ohio, see that, 3 black and Red pap-paps today)
spotted that the Woodthorpe Ankle-Snappers park was open and in use. So I opened the glass window with the lethal spring clip, again.
Did a few hours of updating this post, and the weariness dawned. So, I’d better get the meal sorted out while I am able. 
Sweet Morpheus came quickly. And I slept through four unbroken hours, without any wakings or calls for wee-wees! Great!
03:30hrs: Woke, wriggled out of the rickety recliner, with some haste. Caught my balance, got Metal Mickey, off to the wet-room, and the Porcelain Throne was utilised; with a difference today. The heavy-duty evacuation came out a light-green, the pain was excruciating, and the deep-red blood flowed so much, this doesn’t bode well at all. However, the most significant change in style was the tinkling (wee-weeing), started off before the big stuff, and lasted none-stop for a full couple of minutes after? And yet, there was no PMAD Post-Micturition After Dribble whatsoever? Trouble brewing here, methinks! 
Washed and medicated things, and off to the kitchenette, and put the kettle on. 
I used the stick thermometer to take my temperature. The photo I took of the result did not come out very good, as you can see where I added the figures, a 34.4°c reading. Which was fair enough for me, it’s a smidge higher than of late, but needed, methinks.
The sphygmomanometerisationing offered another high SYS reading for me. The Dia and Pulse seemed okay, though. 
However, through my resilience, determination, grittiness, and resolution, I got the updating finished! Well, alright, I stumbled on, in stupidity, blind-faith, making numerous mistakes and errors, correcting and cursing silently away, in between the wee-weeing, and somehow, miraculously got the job completed. I felt mentally drained, and my will-power and confidence were destroyed. Globknacklebangles!
I got some potatoes in the slow-cooker, on a low setting. 
I got out the last of the fresh garden peas and started podding away. I added a drop of the fish vinegar to the pans water. 
I made a start on this blog at long last (In between wee-wees!). After several hours of slow, mistake-ridden work, I returned to the kitchen to make another brew, this time Glengettie Gold. The cloud formations had changed now. But they looked just as pretty as ever, to me. 
I saw the Kodak camera and thought I’d try again to find out how, or if there was a way for me to get it on charging. I used the shorter USB connection, from the camera to the computer-port, and connected it. But I didn’t know if it was working, because the camera has no lights showing on it? 
After a while, I pulled out the lead and took my first picture with the new camera. If I am to use this Kodak, first I have to find out if it is charging or not (Not sure how to do this?) Then, discover how to change the picture size to like on the Nikon and Canon, to a broader type shape. But the instructions are just too small to read, even with the glasses and using the magnifying glass! Not that might matter, cause the camera might melt in a bit, then I’ll know this is not how to use the USB connection. 
The sunshine has receded now, and the drizzle commencing. 
Now I’ll try to find out about the Kodak Pixpro AZ 675. Back in a bit… 
So, on to CorelDrawing. Too tired to continue – got nosh sorted, 
00:10hrs:Â After a reasonable, appreciated four hours of Sweet Morpheus, I stirred into imitation life, in need of a wee-wee. 
I struggled a bit to rid myself of the STF (Slow-Trickling-Forever) wee-wee, followed by an even longer spell of frustrating AMD 
I hobbled to the kitchenette, clouting my left ankle with Metal Mickey, the four-pronged walking stick, and nearly went over. Luckily, the door frame was handy for support. “Blooming good start, mush!” I said to myself. 
Carefully, I got the kettle on, and the sphygmomanometer and stick thermometer from the medicine drawer. Aha, at long last, the low temperature had gone up! To 35.3°c. A lot better this was. But there was no getting 
too excited until the BP was discovered. That brought me down to earth again. The SYS was up to 167, ever-changing that is. The Dia and Pulse looked okay to me, but I’ll check on the web for what they should be later. Or if I can find where I wrote the numbers down. Tsk! 
A had the pleasure of making a brew of Extra Strong Assam tea. I say pleasure because Toothache Terence was not so bad this morning. I still let the brew cool down a bit before indulging. That Sainsbury’s Jersey full-cream milk, expensive, but it tastes so wonderful. Naughty, mind! 
As I was ready to do the body spraying and after-shaving lotioning, etc., I observed how Arthur Itis’s patella was still bulging with the cartilage below showing through clearly now. 
The old ankle-ulcer scar had spread out a bit, but it was still getting fainter. Almost artistic, as it moves up and towards the shin more and more? (Tate Gallery material?) 
I added some carrier bags to the trolley, as I planned to go in Wilko first. Down and out onto Chestnut Walk. Not many people were out and about, it was still early, around 0830hrs I reckon it was.  
I poddled along at a really steady pace, and took a picture of the obviously garden-designer corner of between Winwood and Winchester Courts, in front of the link passage between the building. No longer in use at the moment, due to Corona-19. 
etc. scattered about. 
But I also saw some white (weed?) flowers, that were seen in the middle of all the human detritus, crap, and litter. They cheered me up, they were so beautiful, delicate, and clinging to life. I wish I knew their name. ♥ Gorgeous!
I slowly had an amble up the road and ended up in the Wilko store. I did a search for some liquid funnels, but could not find any. However, being a controlled person I am, I did come out with £10.90 worth of unwanted, unneeded items. After getting to the counter, dropping my £20 note, then the bottle of scent crystals hit the floor, and the lady kindly coming round from the till, and packing them for me into the trolley. Fertummelt! Thank you, Madam ♥. 
! We have to ring the bell at the side of the door to gain entry. A good idea, it stops anyone without a mask on getting in! I was let in before I could ring it today. 
I was seated outside of the test room, and another young lady, very patient with me, came and told me I needed new prescriptions, and would I be using the old frames. No, I said. I told her it didn’t matter what the frames looked-like on me, as long as they were cheap and comfortable. She chose tow frames and got the paperwork done. £300 quid! I didn’t question anything, just meekly agreed. (I noticed later, there was +£52, for extras?) She may well have told me about this and I didn’t hear her. 
I felt, what’s the word, erm… muted on the trip back to the flats. The dizziness and cloudiness were starting, from the drops I’d just had, I think. I took the slowest ever walk from the bus-stop to Woodthorpe Court. I wasn’t ill or feeling poorly, I reckon it was with embarrassment. 
t a bit betterer in myself? 
I was amazed to see when I got in the flat, to see how early it still was. With all of the farcical events, it felt like had been out for so much longer. 
The INR Warfarin Anticoagulation and Deep Vein Thrombosis Clinic blood test results arrived. The new INR level was 4.1, a smidge high, but nowt to fret over. I was surprised at the high dosages given for me. But, it is best if, “He who thinks but isn’t sure, no longer capable of logicality, and is uneducated, and probably in a muddle brain-wise, is advised not to waffle-on about the unknown and confusing aspects of life or death!” So, I’ll shut up. Hehehe!
I got the meal prepared and served up, washed the dishes, etc. and settled down in the £300, second-hand, c1968 rickety recliner, and dined. Flavour rating: 7/10.
03:35hrs: I stirred late in the day for me. But late getting to kip, but I got almost five hours sleep in! So, that was nice! 
I got the bucket, and it’s not easy carrying it while using Metal Mickey (four-pronged-walking stick), to the wet room and cleaned and sanitised the tub. I had a Wobbling-Willie-turn, but no injuries this time. The right hand assumed a Mr Spock salute afterwards. Hahaha!
I used the stick thermometer and was pleased to see that it was almost the same as yesterday, at 34.6°c. Slightly higher than it has been, but it is nearer to the recommended temperature for an old going senile, chap wot-like-I-am. Haha! 
The BP sphygmomanometer gave forth satisfactory readings for the first time in months! Sys was well down. But, I anticipate things will go back up again tomorrow. Ah, well!
I had to make an imitation dash back to the wet room, in response to the sudden tummy ache. And rumblings from within the innards! 
Things started as they have been like for several days now. I got down on the raised plastic seat, and the evacuation started at its own pace and then stopped part-way. Out came the crossword book, I winced and grimaced with the pain, and waited for yonks for the action to restart. (Actually, I had one of my most successful Throne-Crosswording sessions-ever) Smug-Mode-Class-3-Adopted! When things reactivated, it was a case of ‘Ooh, argh, 
yikes’—Khaki-coloured, difficult, foul-smelling, and so messy. But no bleeding from either Phuvana Furuncle, or Harold’s Haemorrhoids. Smug-Mode-Upgraded to Class 2! 
rew of Glengettie tea and got onto the computer. As I sat on the swivel chair, PAP (Psoriatic Arthritis Paul), presented me with some sharp, persistent pains. However, only in the right knee? With the odd failings on Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters, the occasional SSS shakes, and the knee, it was not an easy job updating the Wednesday blog. Especially with many trips to the wet room for the SWAT (Sprinkly-Weak-Apricot-Tinged) configurated wee-wees. 
But, with my being a super-fit, robust, educated, and full of vim and enthusiastic young person, I stuck at the task. Ahem! Got it finished and posted off to WordPress. Sent the Email links, went on Pinterest, WP reader, and finally on to Facebooking.
Went to get the ablutions sorted out. A stand-up Job, cause the window cleaner might be calling early later-on, don’t want to miss him. It was yet another, unexpectedly, grand, Fantastic-Ablutionalisationing-Session! Toothache Terence a little annoyed, just the one dropsy. No, I say NO, dropsies doing the shaving! Fantastic!
The sky suddenly went all dark, so much so, I got the camera and took a shot of it through the balcony windows from the computer swivel chair. 
Half an hour later, Deana arrived. She helped me out a lot today. After investigating the message on the phone for me, she found it was for Fire Alarm testing? Which has been done a fortnight ago, then by the firemen who attended the false alarm the following week? She explained that I had a medical appointment on Saturday morning. They rearranged the test for Wednesday 16th, twixt 0800>1300hrs.
I got some fresh peas podded, and cooking in the saucepan. Then checked the slow-cooker potatoes. 
Got the medications taken, and served up the nosh. As part of my abysmal efforts at dieting, I had another fish fodder food dinner. Bootiful! 
TFZers In the Cool-It-Cabin?
As I wobbled to the kitchenette, I could have sang with joy as the pains from my rear-end, began steadily diminishing, and heaved a genuine sigh of relief. 
numbers, just high or low, anyway. Tsk!
I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea and took the medications. 
I had to take four wee-wees during this session? All of them of the annoying piddly SWI (Sprinkly-Weak-Itchy) variety. The now wrinkled left hand, of its own accord, began to imitate a Mr Spock sign? Haha! The redness was pleasant to see, but it soon faded when I exited the wet-room. 
To the much-used kitchen again, and made a mug of Glengettie tea. 
I found this unintentional picture as well on the SDH card. I must have taken it either getting to open or close the window, I suppose. See that? See how keen, alert and sharp I was there, working that out? Ahem! 
I felt a little perkier and got up and sorted the PP’s in the wet room, restocked from the rubbish room. They look a little like they are not going to stay in place too long, don’t they? Tsk!
medications off of the floor cabinet top. Then hit my shoulder on the metal bars of the seat raiser, as I bent down to retrieve the objects. Thus, setting SSS off on one of her short Shuddering-Shoulder-Shindigs! Blockstooum! 
Into the kitchen to take the belated afternoon medications. 
I soon got the meal made up, no cooking involved, cause the spuds were already done in the crock-pot, the left-over garden peas were in the saucepan. I tried some of both of the tomato varieties, both were decent flavoured. The grapes were lovely, not too sweet with a slight tang that I enjoyed. 
I was worn out by then, I struggled to stay awake while I was eating the meal. Put the things in the bowl to soak, checked the windows, lights, stove etc. and got my handsome features, and muscular-firm body down belatedly, into the c1968, rickety recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheous. 
TFZers & Pets ♥
03:30hrs: Woke up, wanting a wee-wee, and a wee one, it was too! I fumbled to get my ever-growing stomached body from the £300, c1968, second-hand, nauseously beige-coloured, haemorrhoid damaging, rickety recliner, got Metal Mickey, and gingery wobbled my way to the wet room. 
I leaned forward, holding on to the grab bars, and it must have taken me about three-minutes or more to clear the pathetically small amounts of tiny-trickling droplets that sprayed more over the surrounding area and myself than hit made it to the porcelain! (Phimosis-Plato). Another five minutes to clean, antisepticise, and change the PP’s. An excellent start to the day, this is! 
Took my temperature with the stick-thermometer, 34.3°c. Which is higher than it has been for a while, so things were looking up in that department. As I took a good swig of the weak, not-fit-for-the-job Peptac medicine, a sore throat revealed itself! Tsk! 
The knees were looking normal, and almost pretty, though. Hehehe! The left leg seems to be hiding its Clopidogrel, thrombophlebitis, femoral, spider, tibial, and popliteal veins from view? (I’ve had a letter about them from the hospital, and thought I’d show off, here, Hahaha!) But the right leg is still showing some of his veins, lumps, and growths off? Most peculiar! 
I put the mushrooms in the crock=pot and put them on a low setting.
After drying off, my magnificent, manly, musculoskeletal mass of masculine body, firm, taut and muscular manhood, medicating and Brut spraying, I got the jacket thoroughly ‘Surf’ washed. 
I gave myself a good crack on the head when getting down to access the escaped fluids. I took this photo, turned, and hit my right knee against the server trolley leg. Ah, well! I might have muttered something like. ‘Oh, bother’ to each accifauxpas. Haha!
Back to the kitchen, made a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea, and took a snap of the morning view, with the bottom field’s grass in it, looking rather patchy? 
No hassle going to the waste-chute and depositing the black bags down the shaft. Then to the lift lobby, and down to the ground floor. I’d forgot to take the camera with me. Tsk! No one about for a natter, I left the bags near the bin. 
Landline call, from the Morrison driver, who asked where the building was, as it’s his first day on the job or time he’s called here. I gave him instructions, and he soon arrived. 
I was tickled pink to see that all three bottles of the Fish Vinegar had arrived okay, and the milk roll bread. Oh, and the Irish potato-farls, I wish I’d ordered more of these, now. Tsk! I’d only ordered mousse to go in the freezer, I still struggled to make room in the freezer for them.
Got the fresh stuff into the fridge that was fullish now as well. 
I fumbled my way out of the recliner, caught my balance, and off with Metal Mickey to the wet-room. T