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!
 

Inchcock Today Sat 16 January 2016: The TV had some good proggies on it, shame cause I nodded off too soon again. Huh!

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Saturday 16th January 2016

I stirred an hour after finally getting off to sleep; it was around 0400hrs. Anne Gina was rampant again. Tsk!

T'was good news in the bathroom, though. 'Little Inchy' had hardly bled at all, no blood from the rear end and Arthur Itis was not as bad as yesterday in the knees.

As I was doing my ablutions, some part of the dream I'd had came back to me, not a lot mind. The puzzle to me was, as I'd only had an hours kip, how did I find time to dream? Hehe!

Seems I was running about on the tops of building again, trying, I think to get into them? But each time I gained entry, I'd vacillate then try to gain entry by another door, chimney or removing roof tiles? Patti Beckert appeared at one time, and started to paint me on the roof?Very odd this one was.

Made a cuppa, took my medications, then cleaned up last night's mess I'd left from cooking me grub.Clearing away the stuff, I took a photo of the Branston Smokey BBQ sauce I'd bought yesterday and tried with my evening meal.It is exquisite and tangy.

I can recommend it to anyone who likes BBQ flavoured stuff. I got it from Sainsburys.

I set about finishing Thursday's blog and starting this one off.

The calls to the porcelain were frequent and a little irritating, but getting to the bathroom was easier each time, as the arthritis was less bothersome this morning.

I started doing some Facebooking.

Tried to sort the WordPress to allow me to use the old style editor again, no luck. Using Blogger for my Diaries, and Wordpress for all the other stuff at the moment.

Spent some time trying to find a way of adding a like button to Blogger, there is some advice on how to do it, but it is in HMTL and I'm not intelligent enough to grasp how to do it yet. Huh!

Did some more Facebooking and then some graphics for WordPress.

Not one of my best, though!

I created an ode about seeking my final epitaph.I thought it was okay as humour and satire go, but not one of my best.

The stomach started churning.

Despite my physical inactivity and no walks or exercise.And Arthur Itis was being kind to me today.Anne Gina, on the other hand, was determined to give me bother; And doing a good job of it. Tsk!

Decided to get my nosh prepared a little earlier than I normally would.I made a little too much again. Seasoned baked beans, Anya potatoes, Irish Potato Farls, bacon, chestnuts, sour bread and a mini potato pie. A bit of fruit to follow.

Rated this one 9.2/10, the little meat and potato pie let it down. Hey-ho.

I scrapped an awful lot of uneaten fodder into the bin and cleaned up the kitchen.

With the darkness coming on it made a decent photo from the kitchen window.

I then tried to amend the colour on the attrition box on Blogger, and made such a mess of it and couldn't get it back to how I wanted it! Humph!

I lost about three hours before I got the 'Like' button back on, but couldn't change some of the colours of the text'.

I might have made a mistake in coming back to Blogger - as the edit function was not working visually all day.

Well, peed off with it now.

Got settled to watch the google-box and naturally nodded of nicely.

Woke up every half hour or so again.

Getting fed-up with this as well now.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today. Thur 14 Jan 16: Slow day

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Thursday 14^th January 2016

I woke up at 0555 hrs, springing into life with such a jolt I nearly fell out of the chair! I assume I must have been in the middle of a dream of some sort, but can recall none of it at all! Tsk!

Little Inchy and Anne Gina were both giving me some hassle from the off.

No under-tongue medication left to treat Anne; so I took an extra painkiller with my medications and cuppa.

To the WC and investigated why Little Inchy was so painful. He was bleeding a bit, but didn't look swollen, matted or inflamed as he often does? A mystery here.

The back passage was free of blood, that's got to be good.

Had a wash and brush-up.

The Asda delivery arrived.

I think next time I order from Asda, I'll just ask them what I want!

Substitutes and Unavailable Items took up most of the first A4 page that came with the few things I'd actually ordered.

Huh! Tsk! and Humph!

I put the unwanted goods away in the fridge, freezer and cupboards.

I sent an email to Steve of Age UK telling him that I'd now got the key for the house and made a copy so he can collect them whenever he likes. I sent a text message of the same content yesterday to him. I just hope he can come today to collect them, and get the work started that's needed in the old house and get things moving with the sale of it!

Then I can show him the letter I've had from the Bank, and try to get him to make some sense of what it is all about? Information Sheet; Basic information about the protection of your eligible deposits?

So as I had to be in for Steve UK to arrive, and BJ's visitation I Pottered about for hours on the laptop, not getting much done.

Settled in my armchair, and started to read my book.

The phone tinkled and Steve was coming up to see me.

It's getting late now and no BJ.

I rang him and got no answer.

I hope he's doing alright. I'll pop in and see him in the morning if he doesn't arrive tonight.

Got the nosh prepared.

Chopped tomatoes, hot dog sausages and smoked

streaky bacon. Marvellous tasty meal!

Rated it at 9.6/10.

Steve Age UK arrived in a rush.

He collected the keys ad had a quick look at the letter from the bank, told me not to worry about it. Then he shot off into the night.

So tired again now.

Settled in me chair took the medications, drifted off and then woke several times.

It went like that for hours. Then, then the angina started playing up and couldn't get off to sleep until it was time for me to get up again!

Tsk!