Inchies Day - Thursday 1st July 2021: Diary, graphics, photographicalisations, and the odd ode.

♥ TFZer Ruth, Accusationally pointing something out... Haha! ♥

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Thursday 1st July 2021

05:30hrs: The mastodonic bellied blogger awoke. In his usual confused, 'What day is it?', condition. As the last few Thoughts Storms gave up the battle to bother him, due to no response, disappeared, an involuntary blast from his rear end sort of exploded! It came to a phut-puttering end. A weak limpid 'Oh!' was uttered, and the battle to get to the Porcelain Throne in time commenced. Well, what a farce it was too! He bumbled and fumbled his way out of the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, and onto his feet, with incredible ease, and caught his balance.

Off to the Throne Room, banging his right shoulder against the doorframe going in the wet room. Settled down on the raised seat and thought about having a go at the crossword book, but the motion started straight away, and did it keep coming? Yes, it did! A rare but definite victory for Trotsky Terence over Constipation Konrad. Messy, phooey, massive, and needed ages to get things (the bowl and me) cleaned up afterwards.

The top of the legs had acquired some more mystery blotches to go with the old ones in various conditions. Some dying off; others were seemingly coming up.

On the bright side, there was no bleeding, no pain, and it was all over quickly. Hehe!

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Handwashing -Waste Bags Sorted

I felt a smidge more 'with-it' today. Physically, not necessarily mentally, yet.

I got the made in Afghanistan long-sleeved grey tee-shirt done, wrung and hung.

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Toque Blanche adorned:  Metaphorically

I went into food-prepping mode!

The potatoes first, and after removing the blighted and bruised ones from the Morrison bag of Baby Potatoes, I took these snaps below of them. A second one to show the second form the left spud's other side. Hehe!

Put the few decent potatoes in the crockpot and got the chopping board out to prepare the leeks to join the spuds... but found this mystery mark on the underside of the board? Hmm!

I could not remove the mess on the board using a wire brush, bleaching, nor Mr Muscle stain remover! So I left the board to soak in the bowl, washing up liquid, caustic soda and bleach in it. An hour or so later, I returned to check it out. It had hardly diminished at all? I threw it away, and I dug out one I had in from the rubbish room. On the carton label, I found that it was delivered in August 1989. Ahem!

Then, I got the leeks added to the mini-potatoes in the slow-cooker.

All done but not sorted, I made a cuppa and planned to do the Health Checks.

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Second Porcelain Throne Visit!

But No! For a second calling to the Porcelain Throne arrived, off to the wet room.

Oh, dear! Almost a carbon copy of the first visit, but more of it and slightly less solid. Cleaned and washed up again. 

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I delved into the Health Check routine

The Blood Pressure was back up again. The pulse was good (I think), the Wee-wee colour was fine! But it's been higher.

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At last, I got On The Computer!

Hah! It was hard work, so many errors made that needed ever correcting, then I'd make the same ones again! Blogger didn't help when it stopped me from changing the text colouring! Grrr! The concentration joined the memory and got lost. I part-sorted out the current photographs, then I made a start on this diary!

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Carer Carole Arrived

08:10hrs: Care Carole came in. At least, I think her name was Carole. I get so confused with the memory doing a bunk on me, you know. Tsk! We had a chinwag which I enjoyed greatly as she dosed me up. I thanked her, and off she shot; a busy day for her today, she told me.

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Third Porcelain Throne Visit!

Well, it was practically a liquid evacuation this time! Despite this, it needed several flushes and extra buckets of water to rid the product from the bowl! Hehehe! They say things happen in threes - I do hope so, and this will be the last visit today. I'm feeling a little squeezy inside now.

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Photographic Check on the Workings Below

I went to make another brew of Glengettie. I might get around to drinking one this time! It seems we have a new equipment storage container on Chestnut Walk.

Har-Har! It looks like another temporary compound will be needed for the workmen's gear and tackle to be stored in? Well, the pigeon has no problem parking.

The time is flashing by!

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Checked the Waste Bag Box

There laying on top was the cutting board, clinging onto it, the mystery stain! Haha!

By this afternoon, it will be filled and wanting to be emptied. So I'll get my shoes on and do it now! Oh, I am good!

I had to laugh out loud at my own antics with the long shoe horn this time. How the heck I got it stuck twixt shoe and heel, I can't grasp. But then again, there's an awful lot of stuff I can't understand nowadays. Hehe!

 Off with the walker and box to the Chute room.

And it went so well, too. No walking into anything en route, and once in, no finger trapping, dropsies, toe-stubbing or ankle bashing whatsoever!

Bit of a Smug-Mode coming on now!

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Made A Sainsbury's Order

For next week

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Made An Iceland Order

For tomorrow 06:00 > 08:00hrs

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Well Shattered Now!

Going to get the nosh done.

Braising steak, potatoes and veg, with smoked chilli, liquid smoke, passata, Squid vinegar, and leeks. It took a lot of time and concentration to prepare. But, having made a similar meal twice in the last week, I was confident of success! (Big mouth!) It smelt terrific as I plated it... sat to eat.

Argh! The beef was horrid! Spit! Tough as leather, but tasted worse!

Ah, well, you can't win 'em all, I suppose!

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Updated This Blog - Nodded Off

I woke in an hour or so, care due shortly, so I started tomorrow's template.

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Carer Arrived

Looking strained, and she was feeling somewhat tired and had a lot more calls to do yet. Poor thing, I hope she goes on alright.

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Updated & Posted This Blog

Took me hours to do; my eyelids were drooping...

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A Few Crap Thoughts In Crap Ode

Got my head down, hopefully, to sleep.

Thought Storms came, full of cleep,

Fears and worries tormenting and deep,

Little Inchies lesion began to seep...

Up for a wee, I wanted to weep!

I could give up! Life's not worth a heap!

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More Crap Thoughts In Crap Ode

Wish not for the hopes of pure desire,

Let your love set a fire,

A flame of passion, not barbed wire,

Oh, if it's terrible odes that you require?

I'm the man of whom to inquire!

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