Wednesday 4th August 2021: Photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, that might be told?

TFZer Lads Hideaway?

HRH Lisa & Sir Billum's Games Room

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Wednesday 4th August 2021

03:30hrs: Woke, worked out what day it was, wrestled out of the c1968 recliner, had a weak, unwilling wee-wee, and I went to make a mug of 99 tea.

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Did The Health Checks

Amazing Results Again!

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Handwashing

The made in Pakistan long-sleeved green shirt was hand-washed. Rinsed, refreshed, wrung and hung above the kitchen sink to drip dry. I put some potatoes in the crockpot for later. I'm planning a massive pan of stew or chilli, whichever for today, enough to last for two meals, depending on what the Amazon Morrison order has missing, of course.

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Pottered About

Lollygagged about, made up some waste bags, put them in the box for the chute. Took another wee-wee, same resistant trickling! Then started making this template, which was slow work.

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Porcelain Throne needed

Well, that was easy?

This evacuation went so well; I could hardly believe how it went! No pain, no bleeding, very little mess, and smoothly, an all in one go effort! ♥ 

Another matter was the state of the right knee. (What's happening?) apart from Cartilage Cathy, the rest of the legs seemed in decent condition.

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Ablutionalisationing

Off to the wet room to get the stand-up ablutions done. The teeth cleaning went well, the nasal clearing also. The shaving was a mini-cut attaining session (Haha). None serious... well, one on my neck took a bit of blood-stopping. The body scrubbing took a while for some reason. 

Smug-Mode-Adopted! The medicationalisationing of Little Inchies fungal lesion was, as it usually is, was the only thing that actually hurt and brought a few tears to the eyes! No more than six dropsies during the entire procedure.

The odd tender mark, whatever it is on the outside of the left elbow, was Germolened.

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Carer Katie Called

For such a beautiful bonny lassie, she crept in silently (to me anyway) unannounced and made me jump. Hehehe!  I embarrassingly had to ask her her name. I still get confused over who is who.

I may have talked too much, but the gal didn't complain when I initiated a pleasant chinwagging minute or two. Bless her! Within minutes I'd adopted an outlook of unprecedented, rare gregariousness?

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Started this Blog off

I was getting in a pickle with things, allowing myself to get sidetracked again, losing concentration.

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Got the First of the Scam CAlls!

Grobleknackerbangles! Gringglebogs! Grollucks!

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Amazon Morrison Arrived

Only three parcels? And five not-available items. I got them in and put them away. Sadly, there were no fresh peas or ready-prepared stew packs. A shame, that! So that's the end of my plans to make a chilli stew for lunch!

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Back On This Updating

Then I got another annoying call from the same scammers - I thought I'd broken the telephone handset when I slammed it down!

Pickleglobknobs and Grrr!

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Got the Waste-Bags Sorted

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Took Some Balcony Photo's

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Rushed About Yes!

To get ready to have a walk down to the Sherwood and try to get some pod peas or other prepped veg! I'll call at the Wardens Den on the way.

Getting the shoes on alone was a challenge!

I went back inside the flat no less than three times to check that the faucets, heaters, lights etc., had not been left on. Sad, Innit?

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My Escape Started

I left the flat to the waste chute, then down in the elevator to the ground floor, and through the ink passage into Winwood Court.

To the Wardens office with a treat, but no one was in. I think one of the gals must be on holiday. Handed the mushroom to the hairdresser lady, who liked them muchly.

Outside, and started my walk into Sherwood. Decided to get the bus down. Met Brian (that's a guess at his name) at the bus stop, and we had a good chinwag. Chrissie joined us, and I had a good natter with the gal; we caught the 40 bus down into Sherwood. I went in search of some pod peas...

Pod Peas Search Failed!

The Co-op and the Continental store both failed to have any fresh pod peas in stock. Sob! I bought some tomatoes and milk from the Co-op store.

To The Bank!

I remembered my forgetting my pin number for the card, so I went into the bank with what I thought was the number in my head to get the £350 to pay the Declutters, who insisted on cash payment.

Joined the rather long queue inside,  and the number I'd thought of had gone out of my head. I searched my pockets repeatedly, feeling confident I had it somewhere. Which, of course, I hadn't, even I am not that daft enough to write it down!) I think I was hoping for it to pop back into my grey cells, but it didn't! Embarrassed and weed-off, I left.

Up To The private supermarket

I hoped he may have some pod peas in - he didn't!

Limped Up To The Bus Stop

Feeling somewhat down now. But got cheered a little when Chrissie came and joined me. We had a good blethering session before the bus arrived, and another en route back up to the flats! Yet Another Natter With Chrissie... 

As we entered Winwood Court and went through the link tunnel, into the lift, and up we went. I said my farewells as I left Chrissie, she was going up one floor to her abode.

In and Card Number Searching

Too late now of course, but I found it! What an idiot! No wonder I'm putting myself up for adoption! Hahaha!

The massive amount of food I'd bought was put away... in the fridge...

What a waste of energy and time!

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Made a much-needed Brew!

Started on updating this blog. With the accompaniment of persistent clunking, tapping and scraping noises from Herbert above - he was really on form today!

The Lactose-Free milk was delicious tasting!

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Ode To The Pea Failed Searching Spree

Going out was not easy, painful in fact,

Got no peas, forgot my card number too!

Boy, was I feeling depressed and blue!

I tried not to sulk or overreact,

But, my Mojo had been highjacked,

I forgot to get the Gorilla glue,

No veg now, to make a stew...

I did get some tomatoes, prepacked,

Hopes and encouragement ensued,

Not really... the depression continued!

Going out was not easy, painful in fact,

I got home, feeling thoroughly thwacked.

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Made a Synthetic Canned Meal

Gawed it wasn't very nice. Taste? 3/10! No... make that 2/10!

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Updated This Blog

Herbert Clanging and Banging prevented me from getting a kip. I did get down though,  closed my eyes and at last, felt Sweet Morpheus taking charges, then...

Colin Cramps In Both Legs!

I've not had such a sustained and hurtful attack like this in months!

Naturally, this put the final nail in the coffin for me getting any sleep again! It took ages before it died down. Phorpain Gelled both legs. Risked taking an extra painkiller. Honestly, I couldn't move for twenty minutes! One of Colin Cramps more successful raids this time, cunningly cruel, in his ploy of attacking both legs simultaneously!

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Posted Blog

Emailed the link, Facebooking and checked the YourArea magazine for snippets.

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Ode To Vascula Dementia

When you forget things, you feel a right apricot,

You may go to the shop to buy turbot,

And come away with a packet of beans, haricot,

You make the tea, burn fingers on the teapot,

You realise you'll never again be a hotshot,

Ah... the things that daily you've forgot?

Your plans change, to a worrying hotchpot,

You're not really a fool or idiot,

You become a nervous wreck, a fusspot,

Be warned: Important things will turn into Tommyrot!

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