Friday 5th June 2020

 Friday 5th June 2020

 Welsh: Dydd Gwener 5 Mehfin 2020

3:30hrs: I woke in a confused state, yes, even more than usual! The Thought-Storms were not making much sense either, a sort of medley of verbal mayhem, clearly making no sound or imitation of logicalness or appurtenances. Self-arguments that should have been of no concern, in my bonce!
I took a shot of my, painful tootsies, no idea why? The feet looked welmish again.

Then I rose gingerly up onto my weak agony-ridden pins and toes, and the brain seemed to be still sat in £300, second-hand, c1968, rickety, none-working, recliner. But it caught up with. As I trundled off, a little unsteadily to the kitchen with the well used overnight, EOGPB (Emergency-Overnight-Grey-Plastic-Bucket). Which I had to utilise, twice, as I got the medications out and put the kettle on.  

Again the sphygmomanometer readings were a little high, well, the Sys was. 

My state of mind and emotions were still a tad low and depressive in outlook. I believe part of my mental mechanisms were transmundane. So challenging to focus, stay on one subject. My thoughts were all over the place, yet they kept returning to the problems I'm having with the blogging complications. WordPress editing blocks are beyond my capabilities. Google Blogger is as ell really. Why does the text keep changing size and font of its own accord? Criggleblogsrollucks! This blogging is the only thing in my life, and the enjoyment I get from doing it was phenomenal - but no longer, now it is a grind! Hard work! Stressful, demanding and spirit-sapping! 

The moon was peeping through the clouds as I took this photo. But my heart wasn't really in it this morning. Usually, I'd have to take many shots before I found a picture I thought was decent enough to use. But today; One shot, take it or leave it was my attitude. This was not me at all.. well it was, but I wasn't the same as I usually am, I think?

However, when I got on the computer, for some incongruous, bizarre, illogical reason, I decided to try and master the annoyingly difficult new block WordPress editor yet again. Mainly, because the Google blogger was no better, it just has other stumbling block difficulties for me. The instructions on how to get rid of the new crap editor were followed, and the things that I should choose were not on the page. Also, because I'm a glutton for punishment!

It’s no good, I’m giving up. The full-justify doesn’t work! I’ve taken over three hours to get this far on WordPress! Argh! Too complicated, frustrating. And, Grammarly no longer works on WordPress! I am most frustrated and annoyed! Depressed is not a strong enough word!

I’ll do one on Blogger! (Now there's a hopeful idiot if ever you've seen one!

Not even had a wash, done the teggies or anything! I launched myself, unpretentiously, and obsequiousness ready-prepared for failure. An infracaninophile and pathetic shmuck!

Pete, my Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious, recliner-breaking, over-wealthy multiple Lottery and Pools-winning Brother-in-law Pete, rang up. We had a chinwagging about this and that, mostly that. (Haha!) Yesterday, I had set-up a Blogger auto-email list, to send any blogs made direct to who I wished. Brilliant idea, I thought. 

Well, Jane and Pete got one, and Jane pointed out, that I had the title of Geralds Dairy on it, in error for Diary! Oh, dearie me, another clanger! If its go or get wrongable, I'm yer man! Pete sounded a little better today. Of course, he's got a while to wait for his biopsy results yet, poor lad. 

Jane sent me an email with a photo of my error! So, I got on with putting it right straight away. 

I spent hours getting this blog set up. 

Then, the inevitable happened. Yes, Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down again!

But it didn't bother me in the least! 

Still a chance to go to utilise the Porcelain Throne was taken. As I was getting the walking stick, I remembered that the mobile shop was coming at 12:00hrs, so I can get some pots and tomatoes. But No! It was gone 13:00hrs, already! Unbelievable!  

All this hassle over the blogs was getting to me now. Anyroad, off to the wet room I galloped (Galloped, Hahaha!)  

Schluberduberski! What an evacuation! T'was in two parts again. It had the constituency of an overloaded can of meatballs, bled a bit, funked to high-heaven, and took ages! I got a wash and went to make a brew. I'd left my spectacles in the wet room, so I hobbled back to get them. Cor-Blimus! I could have choked to death on the foul lingering putrid odour in the air! I got out quick and closed the door!

Time to ponder on getting some food, and have a good think on whether I should give up on blogging altogether. It's taking its toll on my mind and body, and most of the day, and still I can't get the page how I want it. 

Got the oven on and pan with hog dogs ready, and took some shots of the fantastic clouds on view.

Had a bash on Facebooking.
Then got the nosh sorted out. Chips (fries) and hot dog sausages. The photograph, which I checked after taking, then took another better one, have both disappeared into the ether from the SD card. (Argh!)

Yet again, sleep resisted. Humph!
 

Gerald's Blog - Thursday 4th June 2020

Thursday 4th June 2020

Somali: Khamiista 4-ta Juun 2020

Oh, and she's a Magistrate

 

03:25 hrs: I woke with no requirements for any wee-wees or the Porcelain Throne. Various limbs aching the moment I tried to move them. I nipped rather smartish (for me), to the kitchen. I did have the Lady Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley having an early morning go at me. Bless her! Which ensured me, a scolded finger, spilt milk, and a rollicking right elbow rattled against the cupboard door! Then had a go at the medicationalising duties. Which was a bit of a shock in the sphygmomanometerisationing department!

The SYS, seems to be getting ever higher? Yesterday's (54) was bad enough, but this morning's 172, it's a tad worrying. I reckon all the bother, frustration and worry with and over WordPress cock-up, and forced-decision it was no longer a viable option for me, is a contributory factor. Maybe, perhaps, possibly?

Then, at long last, a need for the Porcelain Throne arrived, and I hastened to the wet room, and got on the plastic seat, just in time! Phew! It was a slow, steady movement, controlled entirely by the innards, increasing in the severity of pain until the end. Bloody, and beef chunk-like in appearance, and almost green! I couldn't work out why this should be. Last nights nosh had nothing in it that could have contributed to the... ah, I did have some of the Egyptian grapes?  The meatball-sized evacuation did look a bit greeny-brown in colour? Hehehe! I made the brew, and got on the computer. Almost immediately, the 'Hum' which was load again, was joined by a throbbing noise from above. Sounding as if it came from inside the building. I earlier read, on Winwood Heights Facebook page, of other tenants hearing noises, and the Generalfeldmarschalless Housing Patch Manager and desktop-dancer, Angela Gould, was investigating. It must be getting louder, cause I've never heard it before. Either that or the new olive oil I put in the ears is good stuff. Hahaha! I took out the hearing aids, and could just about still hear it?

I hope for a eucatastrophic ending to the engineer's investigations. But, now, I've heard it, it will be annoying me.

I got on the blogger, to start this post off. With all the kerfuffle of leaving WordPress, and getting this limited-option Blogger as useful as I can manage to use, I can't remember if I'd posted this photo or not. I came across a 1926 photo of Parliament Sreet, Clumber Street junction. And on my Great Escape trip to Nottingham on Tuesday, I took a shot of roughly the same view as it is now. I thought you might like to enjoy the difference.

In the 1926 photograph, nostalgia was inspired. I remember my father calling in to use this establishment, (so he told me) on his way home from work. I only went in once, in about 1968, but the warm, cloudy almost rancid tasting beer put me off returning as I recall. The Old Corner Pin public House traded until 1989. It was initially called the Horse and Groom. Home Brewery took it over in 1910 and changed the name. Mind you; it had a reputation as a contact point for Ladies of the night.

Went on WordPress Blogger, even if I couldn't blog anything! Buggleworthlessness! Comments and Reader sections visited. I blogged as far as her; then I went onto Facebooking, TFZer and Winwood Homes. 

 

Ablutioning time. Well, things went fair enough. The teggies-brushing was bloodless and dropless! Oh, yes! The shaving dropsies; Shaving foam can, razors (4), and the mouthwash bottle (plastic, and no bursting open!) The showering and things got a bit silly; Brush, shower gel (2), flannel, and the carbolic soap.

So, not too bad so far... then after drying off the medicationing was tended to, and the jocoseness began: I didn't need to but thought it might be a good idea, to put a smidgeon of the Daktacort cream on Little Inhcies fungal lesion. A Bit of a Fauxpas there! I dabbed in on a little too energetically, and the blood flowed... over the floor cabinet, the toilet, sink and me! Cragnacklles! This used up some more of the precious time I have left. Hahaha!

Arthur Itis's knees were Phorpain gelled. Harold Haemorrhoids rear-end botherations were Germolided. The towel put on the airer, and off to make a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea.

I got on Computer Cameron, then remembered I wanted to call for help from ILC, Warden, and Ballerina, Scharfuhreress Deana. So did it while it was in my head.
I asked her to call the Podiatrist to see if they were open yet and could book me an appointment to have the feet tended to and toenails cut. God willing, with luck, all being well, touch wood, fingers crossed, maybe they are open again? Deana said she'll ring them for me and get back to me.

Then I asked for a new strap for the wristlet alarm. As this one, at six years old, and getting the habit of springing out of its retainer. Deana said she's got one in stock and would be up later. Bless her cotton socks!

Then got updating this block. Next, onto CorelDraw, to do some thought and TFZer graphicalisations. Before I could make a start, the chimes rang out there, ♫ I only want to be with you! ♫, ringtone. It was the gorgeous Obergruppenfúrheress Deana arrived at the door. She threaded the wristband on the alarm for me. She gave me the deeply-discouraging, disenchanting, disheartening, dour, disillusioning, demoralising, dispiriting, distressing, dismal, disastrous, dire, soul-destroying and depressing news that the Sherwood Health Centre Podiatrist is not open yet! Execrable, fractious-making update!

Back to try CorelDrawing again! Did few graphics, and Dizzy Dennis arrived for a visit.

Made a belated Iceland priority order. Then got the oven heating ready for the battered fish din-dins I had just planned.

Updated this blog up to here. And had a sit doing nowt for a while, until Dizzy Dennis eased off. Then went to sort the meal progress.
Although I was in a genuinely depressing state, thanks to the WordPress new editor mess, and the disappointment of not being able to get the painfully agonistic plates and tootsies treated, I made the biggest plateful of fodder ever - and ate it all! Gannet! Fish balls (Don't laugh, Hehehe!), Whiting in batter, gherkins, silverskin onions, mock crab-sticks, seedless grapes, garden peas and cooked beetroot slices! 7.5/10 for its flavour rating.

I got the pots washed-up. And plopped my hog-belly-like, adipocerously, flobby-bellied body down in the £300, second-hand, c1968. Not working thanks to my Zyrophobia suffering, supercilious, Brother-in-law Pete, who broke it when flat-searching, finding and taking my valuables, while I was the hospital after the stroke. I had a confabulating few minutes talking to myself; well, feeling sorry for myself, I suppose.

Sleep was denied me once again, and I can safely say that I was not in an exactly Panglossian mood. The wind was coming in from the not properly closed balcony door, and I merely grabbed the thin quilt and wrapped it around my battered, arthritic, bloodless, misshaped, long toenailed, painful lower limbs. Well, idleness and certain inertia had joined in with my other ailments.

I was getting desperate, all the hassle, which I half expected after the wonderful, enjoyable escape and hobble photographing around town. I knew I'd have to pay for those brief couple of hours of near enjoyment! Unglefrogwogglesworthing!

Despairing of ever getting to sleep, I turned on the TV. Which was a pick-me-up on this occasion!

A documentary about David Jason's career was showing. I was really enjoying watching it, in my eyeholes, laughter hadn't flowed like this for ages! It was bringing back old happy memories, too!

Then the advertisements came on... I fell asleep!

Cragknackles! 

I had terrible trouble with the Blogger fonts changing size on there own!

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Great Escape Day

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 Tuesday 2nd June 2020

Dydd Mawrth 2il Mehefin 2020

I regret, that with WordPress forcing the block editor onto me, I have got in a right mess with things, and tried to transfer the blog to Google Blogger, and lost all of the writing in the process! All those hours spent last night doing it as well! I have left Wordpress altogether, it was just too confusing trying to use the block editor. I shall just put the photographs on here, I am disgusted! The preview came up with a black background, I tried all I knew to remove it, without any luck. I am sorry really, cause things before the changes were coming back to me a bit after the stroke. So angry and sad at the same time! Blocks to them! 

A dejected man. And Google Blog ain't any better, so many limitations and they have also brought in a new editor! But, gave me the oppotunity to stay with the old one. Which was so bad years ago, I gave up and moved to WordPress! 

Pee'd-off in the extreme! 

Lost interest altogether, and may just give up. 

Sorry, here's the photos, not in order, just can't be arsed, sorry again. 

 

 

Cheers!