Monday 17th May 2021: Inchies Graphicalisations, Photographicalisations. Some local news, and an Ode...

♥ TFZer Mermaid Gal Underwater? ♥

Morning Ode

 Good Morning,

Today is dawning,

Just as a warning,

My bladder is ballooning,

The same as yestermorning,

The feet swelling...

and vermilioning,

I anticipate painful urining,

Still, no use my wingeing,

This day is not for ruining,

I could try some singing?

But, I think I need reconditioning!

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♥ HRH Lisa ♥

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Local News Snippets

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Health Check Results

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Whopping Whoopsiedangleplop Sequence...

Shaking Shaun caused me to knock over the tea: Wet trews, feet, and dropped the just-made cup of Glengettie,

The notepad got all wet and mashed; it looked similar to a mashed-up soggy cannelloni,

Mess cleaned up, the scolded ankle was not petty,

Washed the trews - with all my cash still in the pockets, I swore and felt vinosity!

 I could have cried, but there was no time, a pity.

For I then dropped the trews on the floor, made me feel shitty,

I did more cleaning up, I'm not one to attritee,

But, I'd better end this pathetic, sad, ditty!

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Observationalisationing: After doing the ablutions, I went out on the balcony to see the welcome rain falling. A car parked across the footpath! Well, how dismaying. It might have been stolen, or the driver drunk or drugged? 

 Yet on a closer look, it appears to be a ghost car? All a part of the mysteries of Winwood Heights, the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodemons, apparitions and other grotesqueries that haunt the grounds, hallways and lobbies; searching for Inchcock, to create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare, derail, confuse, baffle and worry me! 

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WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP

The mobile rang, t'was the Amazon-Morrison man calling. But I could not understand what he was saying; my lousy hearing and his Asian accent made sure of that much. In the end, I had to go down to let him in, with fingers crossed that the INR nurse would not arrive and be unable to get me.

He had kindly left the five bags of food outside the lift for me but was kind enough to put them in the elevator for me. Before he shot off. Git!
I struggled to get them out of the lift. I struggled to get them to the lobby door. I struggled to get them into the flats lobby. I struggled to get them in the flat hallway. I struggled to get them into the kitchen. I suppose you could say it was a struggle!
Now, I don't know if I've missed or the nurse had been or not! Because it took me that long fetching and carrying the goods! Thank you, Mr Amazon. Three items unavailable, two items wrong type, Thank you, Mr Morrison. 
Now, I'm worried in case I have missed the Warfarin haematology nurse; oh, dearie me. In fact,  Grobblegrindingness! Blungletads! Grumbleclonknackers! Glumbleclops! Blurblecrups! and Grobbleknackercraps! t

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Now, I'm all depressed again. I bet the nurse rang while I was out fetching the Pickleglobknobbed, unhelpful, ignorant, crab-nosed, uncaring Amazon delivered foods! And doing Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy no good into the bargain! Still, such is life!

It's a Cruel World

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The man rang from the Local medical team. They are coming tomorrow to give me the second Astra bloody Seneca jab. twixt 0800 > 1700hrs. Still no signs of the Warfarin nurse. I now assume the gal came while I was trudging up and down 12-floors to get the Amazon-Morrison food up to the apartment but could not get into the block.

I hate it when things go wrong when they are out of my control! Grrr!

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Whoopsiedangleplop!

The door chimes rang out while I was prepping the meal. At first, I thought it might be Josie returning the Sunday lunch plate and tray. I also considered the miracle that it might be the Warfarin INR test angel vampire nurse - But no, neither of them! It was a pressie-bag from Jenny! Some of the beautifully tasty Lemon wafer biscuits and a can of mild Chillie-Con-Carne!

Whoopsiedangleplop!

I rang Jenny to thank her for the nibbles. We had a chinwag, and I told the gal of my problems with the Amazon order. Then, Jen said to me of her difficulties with the useless unreliable new intercom... This is unbelievable but true... 

Last week, she was downstairs in the main lobby, where the intercom is based. And needed to talk to Frank. 

So she used the intercom and rang her flat number. The lady who answered the call said. There's no 'Frank' here?

Jenny tried once more, and Jen got the same lady again. She asked where the flat is, and she was told... Kingston Court! Which is three miles away!

Jenny rang the Repairs team, who said this is impossible. Jen told them to ring the lady at Kingston Court! What a mess! No end of tenants has had problems, not just me and Jenny!

More hassle for us to cope with!

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Aha, The landline ringeth and flashed!

It was the DVT Warfaring vampire nurse. Telling me that she would be calling in the morning to take the blood sample. I asked if she had called earlier and could not get in with the amateurish, ineffectual, inferior, not-up-to-the job, crap, useless, dysfunctional, Cowboy-fitted intercom not working again... but she'd rang off. My money is now on Matron Julie having a bad day as well, and that's why she didn't come.

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So, I'll now get summat to eat, hope Josie doesn't call late to return the dinner things to wake me up, and I can get some sleep at long last!

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I got the evening feast prepared

A simple meal, for a simple man.

Whoopsiedangleplop!

Got settled and was soon off in the land of nod... The door chimes rang out... It couldn't have been a nurse, far too late? Ad if it was, they would have walked straight in the unlocked door as usual.

I assume it was Josie trying to return the meal things and waking me up yet again!

 I ignored the chimes but can't blame the gal for forgetting about my going to bed early - after all, when it comes to forgetting things, I'm at my peak, as well! I reckon we are both peaking, in the get-it-wrong, and 'What was I doing' stakes. Hehehe!

Well, that put an end to my nocturnal slumbering! and started of the Thought Storms, Humph!