Inchcock's Day: Saturday 10th April 2021 - A most difficile day!

♥ What a kind, considerate TFZer Gladys is! ♥

Good Morning each!

Saturday 10th April 2021

Welsh: Dydd Sadwrn 10fed Ebrill 2021

Here we go: 00:10hrs: Woke, wriggled free of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and had a wee-wee. A piffling, unwilling affair, droplets more than a flow. 

I emptied, then cleaned and sanitised the overnight emergency bucket. Washed and got the kettle on. 

Whoopsiedangleplop! Then, Oh, dearie me! I found the hot water tap (faucet) had been left running, and the water was really icy cold! It's times like this, one feels like an ignoramus, knucklehead, and or a  schlepper... but not limited to these choices. Bearing in mind that yesterday, I had to come back to the flat from the Chiropodist to collect the cash I'd forgot to take with me and get back again - then, I missed the bus to Sherwood, and the one coming back again! 

I suppose it must be due to senile dementure approaching at a faster rate of knots nowadays? This mental and physical incapacitation and debilitating is not unknown; it's just that no one listens or cares, even when you recognise the fact yourself and you plead for help. That is because nothing can be done about your Alzheimer's disease, and others are aware that they could cop for it as well. I just thought I'd mention this while I still the ability to. 

I got distracted there, didn't I, sorry, about that!

I made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, took another wee-wee ( It's getting stronger now). And got the Health Checks sorted out.

Well, a lot better results all around this morning! SYS down to 155, DIA up a smidgeon at 80, Pulse at 88 bpm, and the body temperature at a steady 36.4°c - 97.5°f. No complaints there then! Even though the Whoopsiedangleplops started so early. Hehehe!

I diverted to get some potatoes cooking in the crockpot. I only added roast paprika and some salt to them - the plan is to drain the spuds and have them with chilli chicken, peas and tomatoes... but we'll see cause it looks like another late night for a nosh. Cause of the time it's taken me to get things done, up to now, I've not even reached the ablutions tended to, yet.  Blurblecrups!

I got around to making some graphics on CorelDraw, but the time it takes me nowadays. It's either Nicodemus, 's Neurotransmitters failing, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley shaking my shoulder out of its socket, or Saccades Sandra preventing me seeing properly... at all sometimes, or any of the three. Today was a bad one, and I did have the trio going away at me. I spent three hours and only got two graphics done! This and the memory problems, and lack of concentration, really makes me consider packing up doing the blogging. It just takes up so much time. It's worse since Wicked WordPress went on blocks and forced me to pack up using them!

And the horrendous oddities of this Blogger are as bad! Lifes, a bugger with blogger! Hehehe! Still, you don't like to complain very often, but today is a horrendously ailment prone one. Saccades have never been so bad; on the bright side, at least she's not staying for long periods, like last Wednesday, so I'm sorry again.

I got on with the updating of the Friday post. I got up just after midnight, it is now 08:15hrs, and I've only just finished, tried to check, and posted the blog off! 

Then I spent hours on Facebooking. I usually love going on there, but today, I fear I did a bit of moaning, too much mayhaps. OOOh!

I checked the potatoes and decided there was room for me to slice another one and get it in - Not a good idea - well, I know that now. Humph!. 

Accifauxpas: I have to say, that scalloper knife I bought twenty years ago, from Griffith and Spalding's, has been so responsive to the sharpening stone over the years.  Oopsy daisy!  It looks worse than it really is; note in the photo I was squeezing the finger to get it to bleed for the camera. Just a tiny stab down the nail. Hahaha! 

Started updating today's post to the sounds of odd clunk's accompaniment, bang and clonking noises from Herbert above. 

Made a brew of Glengettie, took a wee-wee, pondered over next week's food order, and went to the J Sainsbury site to see what slots were available - got one for 06:30 > 07:30 hrs on Tuesday 14th April. With a £4 delivery charge attached to it. Huh! 

The sun was doing its best to come out; I just wished some energy would do the same for me. I took a photograph from the balcony.

I was pretty pleased with the outcome, so I've put it in large size.

So late already, I'm going to get the meal prepped and served now; I can't go on; I'm getting brain-dead symptoms. Har-har!

Despite my weakening by the minute now, I got the nosh prepped and served up. And I have to say, I found a new spirit, and wakefulness arrived when I started to imbibe this delicious meal; that for once, I'd got it right for the first time.

Well, not exactly. I had planned to have the ready-cooked chilli-bbq-turkey breasts, but they had gone out of date. Tsk! However, I found two mini pork and pickle pies in-date, and I had them; they were great! The whole meal went down with a delightful taste-bud titillating taste, with the added caramelised onion pickle. 

The seasoned potatoes were particularly acceptable. I'll use the same seasoning for tomorrows, methinks.

No sooner had I finished, washed the pots, and got down in the recliner, my mini-moment of mercuriality made me return to the moroseness mode. I made for the Marmite and made a mess, making a sandwich, and devoured it. 

I got an iced Cornetto, and returned to the chair with it, headphones on, and started to watch an old film; Batteries are not included. 

I think it was made in 1968. It's not very often a movie takes my fancy, but this one did. I love it when the goodies win!

I watched it all the way through without any nodding off, although it was a fight not to drift away during the commercial breaks. So I cunningly found another channel showing Brtians Parking Hell episodes, and changed to that one, when the adverts came on - but of course, it didn't work, cause the stations had their advertising on at the same time, but it killed time when I may have dropped off... I made a mess of that comment, didn't I? 

I reckon after the film finished, I must have nodded off immediately, cause when I woke up five hours later, I'd not moved, and the remote lay there in the folds of my gargantuan bulging stomach! Haha!