Crowell Manor Basement Laboratory: Scientific I.Q. Tested

Crowell Manor Basement Laboratory Utilised

To Investigate Gerald's intelligence Rating Level.

 

"Did I say I was feeling confident?"

 

 

 Inchies Make Them Laugh Series?

Inchies Coronavirus Calypso

 

Coronavirus Calypso

Going into self-isolation,

As is most of the nation,

To get the toilet rolls in?

The chances? None to thin,

Coronavirus, payment for our sin?

Tellurians, you must not bump into,

Tatterdemalion or the well-to-do,

Urges to touch, you must subdue,

Cut your hair, have basin cut hair-do,

Having sex is still under review!

But pigeons can still bill and coo?

No food in the shops,

Bread, milk, you might find a few,

You'll have to fight and argue,

Battle with the determined queue,

Then blood and insults will spew,

The language'll be very blue!

You might try home delivery for food,

To sustain you and your brood,

If you do, try home delivery food!

To the delivery man, do not be rude,

Self-isolation is wrong, some folk argue,

But I'll not be involved over this, thank you,

HMG responses seem so impromptu,

Certainly going to cost us revenue,

Self-isolation, so many folk rue,

A bit of good news is overdue,

Confusion over what we must do,

We mustn't shake hands too!

Is mankind's end really in view?

Stuck at home, what do we do?

Clean shelves and dust that statue,

Pen some extra veins to your tattoo,

No food in, so no chocolate to chew,

Can't get out to buy, so no making stew,

Your plans and orientation, none askew!

Sit, read a book, perhaps of Fu Manchu,

Back of the fridge, mouldy Danish blue?

You're starving now, for tea that'll do!

Dig around the sofa for crisp-crumbs residue!

The nurse's visit cancelled too,

Mind froze, stagnated; what will ensue?

Where is the spirit of World War Two?

Is it the end? Will you ever again hear a cuckoo?

Is it to be that you'll not see another cup of tea?

Farewell, to your beloved tasty Glengettie brew?

Your mind gets depressed; whatever can you do?

Finally, you get a plan made and worked through!

Escape! Find food, and hopefully, a toilet roll too!

Your plan to go shopping, sanctioned by the Tenant's escape crew,

How to get us through, whatever can you do?

They don you with a wig to hide your bald head from view,

You know you may not return, but offer your neighbours a thank-you,

Creep out, staying in the shadows, your walking stick oiled too,

Arrive at the store, but what a sight greets you...

But it's the future, your deja vu, hitherto!

Empty shelves, fighting, greed, at Sainsbury's too!

Little fresh food, no toilet rolls, not even a tissue!

This was now a serious issue,

You give an Achoo - but nobody blesses you!

Last week, I departed, with a facemask on us,

Met a protesting, nasty gang of AntiMaskers!

Their mood, angry and ablatitious,

They knocked me off of my walking stick, so vicious!

All, bar one of the paramedics, were wonderous, 

He was an anti-face masker; and kicked me in the knackers!

Sunday 30th May 2021: Inchies Graphics & Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

 

♥ TFZer Angels in Red - Temptation looming? Hahaha! ♥

Sunday 30th May 2021

اتوار 30 مئی  2021 Urdu

Lousy nights sleep. Humph!

A foggy start to Sunday - it soon cleared

Hand washing tended to...

Started Josie's nosh with the spuds...

Porcelain Throne entertainment

Inchies Day: Friday 30th April 2021: The day started with a record level of Whoopsiedangleplops!

Tsetchem Leshalom, for the Day! 

♥ I hope Mary is alright, not heard from her ♥

Inchies Day: Wednesday 28th April 2021: Farcical fun, froideurs, foolery, feracious fermentations, and Cramps!

 Have a great day, folks!

♥ TFZer Scooteress ♥

Inchcock's Day: Thursday 22nd April 2021

Welcome to my World

♥ Lovely TFZer Lona ♥

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Thursday 22nd April 2021

יום חמישי 22 באפריל 2021 - Hebrew

01:00hrs: Woke, wrestled out of the c1968 recliner, and hobbled over to utilise the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), taking a weak wee-wee of the WUNT (Weak-Unwilling-Negligible-Trickling) fashion. But it still managed a little post-micturition after dribbling!

The brain was slowly kicking into action now. But a smidge on the wayward side, with it.

I found myself in the kitchen and getting a bag of potatoes out of the cupboard. Having no idea what had taken place in the minutes between having a wee-wee and opening the cupboard door... well, I did notice that I'd put the kettle on.

I felt the itching from the right ankle starting off, and I took a photo of it. But it didn't look inflamed at all. In fact, it was a lot less vivid than it did last night? 

Funny how it constantly changes from one day to the next lately. Maybe the PN affects things?

I eventually made the brew of Glengettie and then took this picture of the morning view with the Canon camera. Somehow, I got a different picture ratio... clever stuff... but not intended, and I don't know how the heck I managed to do it. Rather sad, really, innit? I have never been precisely good at mechanical and electrical stuff, but I'm just baffled and confused with it nowadays.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I got the morning medications taken and set about getting the Health Checks done. Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters have been kind to me over the last two days, generally. Giving me only a few attacks... but what it did next was amazing and for the first time ever; as I was plugging in the lead to the Boot's Sphygmomanometer, the right arm shot straight forwards, and the machine was sent right over the room! 

(On all previous electrical impulses, the arm has gone upwards, not out in front. I embarrassingly recall hitting a nurse on the chin the first time it happened as she was taking my blood in the stroke ward, funny now, but not at the time) Sorry, I'm waffling again, back to the point.

Well-I-Never! The significant bit was that the BP machine landed on the recliner, right between a cushion and the folded quilt! No damage at all! And the connector was undamaged and still worked. I think I just used up all my luck for the day there? 

The photos came out in a different ratio again. But, just look at the readings above, good stuff result-wise... well, better than it has been anyway! Still in the red, naturally.

Off to the wet room I trudged, and onto the Porcelain Throne. There was no movement, although I did feel the pressure of the product wanting to come... I had a go at the crossword puzzle, but I didn't get anywhere with that, so I read some of a Clarkson book. Eventually, the flow began; fair enough, it needed some painful input from me to keep things moving.

Whoopsiedangleplop - Accifauxpas: It was a terribly testing evacuation, and it turned out to be of the black meatball variety. Funked awful, too! The only genuine concern was the bleeding from the rear-end. Mucusy-covered blood, that's the best way I can describe it. Not that there was a lot of it, but more than usual. And, a lot lighter red this time? If this happens again, I'll have to see the Doctor about it.

I got the Wednesday blog finished and sent off. Emailed the links and went on Facebooking - put some photos in the albums, visited the TFZers and Winwood Heights pages. 

Whoopsiedangleplop I went to make a brew of Co-op 99 tea, and I took this photo with the Canon camera. It came out in the odd shape again. What have I done wrong? I've used the Auto-option, so it should be back at the usual wide ratio? Humph!

I made the mug of tea and thought about having some biscuits but decided not to, as I've been getting more blubbery every day!

I made up this template and carried on working on it. 

Oddly, I haven't heard any of the strange noises from above this morning... yet!

I went to make another brew, Thompsons Punjana, this time. And noticed the red part-moon showing. I used the Kodak camera this time; at least this one is better at night shots and keeps its picture ratio. A decent photo, I thought. So, I put it on here in extra-large to show off a smidge. Hehehe!

As I was about to have some biscuits with my tea, the tingling from the old ankle ulcer got much worse. Almost like mini-electric shocks from under the skin?

Mind you, there was no pain, and the itching was far less than it has been.

After my two caramelised bikkies and tea drinking, I had to get the ablutions sorted out. I'm looking forward to a good shower and scrub-up!

I got side-tracked again; I'm very adept, skilled at getting deviated lately, you know. 

• Mayhaps due to the advancement of my senility? 

• My state of bafflement?

• My confused brain, that's been battered and bamboozled over the years?

• Perhaps the PN is the cause for not getting the messages to the brain?

• But just old age? I imagine, combined with lack of education, absolute failure in life,  and my singular habit of getting things wrong?

I went on the balcony to take this shot above(For Billum of Ohio) of the end car park.

After tripping over the floor ledge, coming back in (No damage or injuries), I eventually got to the wet room and started the freshening up process.

Things went pretty good. Admittedly, there were far too many dropsies, but that's Peripheral Pete and Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters for you. The exercise U got in picking them up did me no harm (Much!). Anyway, I'd left Jenny's picker-upperer in the hallway. Tsk! 

The shaving went well, only one nick in the neck! And the showering had no dizzies, tumbles or bangs involved! 

Smug-Status-Adopted!

When doing the medicating, I tried, with difficulty, to rub some Clobetasone cream into the ankle ulcer area. 

Even though it was calm enough, with no signs of phoenigm. Although some of the ankle and feet looked like they were browning. Hehehe!

Whoopsiedangleplop Several hours of confused mistake-correcting while working on this post. Knack... Very tired now; I'll get the nosh sorted out and see how I feel. I want to get on WordPress to read the reader, but the button took me to a blog page, with no way to gain access to the editor? I'll try it with Firefox in the morning or tonight if I wake up.

I got the nosh made up. The tomatoes, potatoes and lemon yoghurt were all tasty enough. The chicken and turkey were almost sick-making, unpleasant. The Overall Flavour Rating was 6.5/10.

I managed to get the pots washed, and fatigue overcame me with a vengeance.

It was bliss when I got down in the c1968 recliner, and I drifted off into sweet sleep within minutes.

Whoopsiedangleplop The mobile phone rang out, rudely awakening from my already-deep slumber. It was Warden Deana, warning me that we had a flood/water leak in Woodthorpe Court, and advised me to empty the airing cupboard and old drier room (which I spent last week filling up, Tsk!), and put down towels at each location. Someone has been advised and are on the way to investigate the situation.

Accifauxpas Being half-sleep, I think this was all she told me, anyway. I thanked her for the warning. So, off to do as suggested with the cupboards. Bending down to get the stuff to remove, and my head came into contact with the new shelf-fitted! I didn't cry, but I wanted to!

I got back in the recliner, but any thought of getting back to sleep was abandoned. I was too worried and het-up about the possible water flood coming. Like the twerp I am, I kept getting up to check around for any leaks—a most unpleasant, uncomfortable feeling.

While hoping and praying for sleep to return, I'd left the light on, ready for my next mission to check on the situation. 

And I noticed the right leg, it had morphed again - gone all thin, the ankle scar had all but disappeared, apart from the new brown area, and I believe that some new extra-long tibial leg veins were trying to come to the surface of the lower leg? 

Ah, an idea! Do you think I could sell my photos of the ever-changing leg to the Tate Gallery? Hahaha!.

Sleep was not going to come for a long time yet. And now, I didn't feel like sleeping, this sensation was replaced with nervousness, worrying over will the waterflood come or not.

I got out a Bassett Strawberry and Vanilla ice-cream stick and tucked into it. Very naughty, but very nice!

I've no idea when I nodded off, but I did; waking at 01:00hrs, in a semi-panic about had the flood visited my flat? Thankfully, not yet, anyway!

Inchcock's Day: Wednesday 21st April 2021 - My failings revealed, cock-up by cock-up!

Good Day, all!

Inchcock's Day: Saturday 17th April 2021

Have a great day!

Inchcock's Day: Thursday 15th April 2021

 Jolly Good Morning!

TFZers ♥

Thursday 15th April 2021

Tatar: Пәнҗешәмбе 15 апрель 2021

23:50hrs: I woke up wanting a wee-wee, again this morning, and they kept coming throughout the day, with a gusto! Tsk! I took a few moments to recap on yesterdays farce of a day, and I tried to mentally prepare myself for another dollop of disasters being due! Just in case. Took a few deep breaths. Why? I've no idea!

Whoopsiedangleplop, Ooh, the ankle ulcer just gave me a tingle of tingles - almost like an electric shock. Which shouldn't surprise me really, the dying nerve-ends and all that. I'll be getting these more often, methinks now.

As I whipped of the quilt from my pins (legs), with the lights still being on, from my wonderful near three hours of kip, I could not but notice the right leg was stinging like heck; and yet looked so much milder and calmed down on the skin? The sensation of worms underneath was a lot stronger than what it was when I went to bed? Proper stinging this morning, yet looking so much calmer... This Peripheral Neuropathy is so variable. Anyway, the wee-weeing needed doing.

I removed my cuddlesome, flobby-bellied body from the c1968 recliner, caught my balance, and limped over to the overnight emergency bucket, which was already well-filled from the nocturnal visits, and after using, needed emptying, cleaning and sanitising, which I did. 

Smug-Mode Adopted! I am pleased to report that no taps/faucets were left running,  no lights left on, and it seemed at first glance around that I had not been doing any nocturnal-nibblings either - at least there were no apparent signs!

I seemed to be in a calm mood in myself, and made a brew of Glengettie Gold, and got on with updating the bits that needed doing to finish the Wednesday blog. An ode came into my mind that flowed freely from my warped, under-capacitated brain to my fingers typing. A bit of fun!

Whoopsiedangleplop I sent the Email link off, and I posted the blog to Blogger. Then went on Facebook However...

So, I nipped off to the Porcelain Throne. A great session, again no mess, no bleeding, but a fair bit of pain, as Constipation Konrad is still ruling the roost, so's to speak.

05:20hrs, noises from above started again. Clattering, knocking, but it was alright it didn't wake or bother me. I don't think it can Herbert, he was noisy, yes, but not usually at this hour. The tapping continued on and off all day.

The internet was still so slow, so I tackled the handwashing. I got carried away a bit with it, Hehehe!

A jacket, a shirt, pyjama bottoms and many pairs of socks washed, freshened, wrung, and hung up above the kitchen sink on hangers.

I cleaned up and got the fodder progressing. In the crockpot went the potatoes and garden peas. I got the leeks and beef on the go, in the saucepan, seasoned, ready to be turned on later.

Then I got the ablutions done. A no-bother much session this one was. Of course, the usual dropsies, a few nicks shaving, nowt profound, and I started Toothache Thomas off. 
Smug-Mode-Entered! I got the socks on without using Sock-Glide-Glenda! Then nearly went over when getting the trousers along. And had a good battle to get the 'Supplied by Jenny' cosey slippers on...

Whoopsiedangleplop-Accifauxpa: Leaving the wet room, I managed to end up in a heap on the hallway floor, as I lost my footing with the soft slippers. Clouting my elbow on the way down, and so annoying Arthur Itis and Cartilage Cathy, who both let me know their displeasure! Haha! But I soon felt better after I made a brew and ate some Scottish lemon-flavoured shortcake bikkies! 

The PN in the right leg is getting worse, not better as the day goes on, mind you, the wee-weeing has decreased, you can't win 'em all!

Finally, I got around to doing the Health Checks, and what a pleasant surprise!

Well, just look at the sphygmomanometer results, all in green! For the first time in months, the BP results had gone out of the red - and into the Pre-High amber Zone!!!! Yee-Ha!

I had a look to see if any comments had come in on Blogger. One from Tim Price. I'm worried about Ohio Billum and HRH Lisa, not heard anything; I'll email them later, see how they are going.

I did this p[ost for a few hours (while the net is working), and then made an order with Sainsbury's, for next Wednesday a.m. twixt 06:30 > 07:30hrs. 

Then as I got back on the blogging, the landline rang out and flashed at me. It was the Doctor from the stroke ward.

 I was in. It's been nearly two years since I left there, the man told me. His accent, or to be fair, my lousy hearing, made it difficult to follow all he was telling me. I explained, and he said (I think) that he would send me a questionnaire to fill in and return to him. I agreed and thanked the chap.

I heard noises again, but not from above this time, so I went to check at the door. Aha, a letter had been posted; the regular postman generally knocks on the door or rings the bells, as he is aware of earholes not working very well. Good on him!

It was about my pension. I'll have to get someone to explain things to me, but I don't think it will need any answering... I hope.

I then concentrated on CorelDraw to make two graphics for tomorrows blog. Hard work, the brain was going into a 'Lockdown' mode of its own. What bit of concentration I had left was dissipating into the ether.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I made the nosh, and I was sure I'd taken a photo of the tray of fodder. I remember taking a picture of the tray on the swivel chair that I use as a footrest and worrying that it may move while I was shooting it. Clear as a bell in my memory that bit was. But no, in the morning when I came to download the photo, it wasn't there! Humph!

I washed the pots, then got down in the c1968 rickety, non-working recliner.

Whoopsiedangleplop: The Thought Storms beg. Clagnockers!

Inchcock's Day - Wednesday 14th April 2021:

 All the best for them today!

TFZer Gourmets!

Wednesday 14th April 2021

Welsh: Dydd Mercher 14eg Ebrill 2021

Whoopsiedangleplop: 02:25hrs: I woke and the grey cells regenerated, a prolixity of Thought-Storms started - fears, worries, self-depreciation, and concern that I had forgotten an important thing I was to get done, or attend to, today.

Accifauxpas: The mental confusion was getting to me and carried on for a good ten minutes or so. Thankfully terminated, but unfortunately by the need for a wee-wee, and as fast I tried to get free of the c1968 recliner and on my feet to get to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) in time, I failed! Thanks to the most embarrassing, red-face making, insurgent PMD (Pre-Micturition Dribble). Oh, dearie me, is it going to be yet another bad day? 

But I must maintain hope... or should I? Hehe!

A silver lining was found, however. Had I been wearing the Amazon, or Sainsbury PPs (Protection Pants), I would have been a right pickle and mess. Luckily, I'd got a Tena Full-Cover pair on. These really saved the day for me. Phew! I had a surprisingly long wee-wee and got the bucket emptied, cleaned and disinfected straight away. Washed and change into fresh PPs, while praying that the PMD was a one-off!

I went to make a mug of Co-op 99 tea, took the morning's medications, made the brew, and remembered the J Sainsbury order is due between 06:30 and 07:30hrs this morning. Do, I got the Health Checks done, with the intention of getting the updating done to yesterdays 'Inchcock's Day' swiftly if the ailments let me; then get the ablutions done before the fodder arrives. 

I'd hoped to get out to Sherwood today; that is when I can remember why I wanted to. Old age, Huh!

The Health Checks had, well, the Blood Pressure ones, gave me a start! Blimey, it's never been as high - and for the third day! Hope the nurse calls this week.

Looking through the old Blogger photos, I later found the same day in 2019. I bet at the time, I thought that these readings were disproportionately high? But look at today's results in comparison... mind you, the 2019 ones did have a high DIA of 102? I confused myself again!

I started on doing the updating the Tuesday blog. Thanks kindly to these ailments; Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, and Toothache Thomas, for all being kind and thus allowing me to complete the updation to be achieved in record time! I sent off the diary to Blogger and posted the email link.

Having smugly and figuratively patted me on the back, I rose to go to the kitchenette for a brew... and soon realised that some other ailments had been lurking waiting to attack when I stood up to hobble! Cartilage Cathy and Neuropathic Pete (right leg) both were seemingly taking glee in their attacks. I had to be doloriferous a few times.

Got on Facebooking. Then emailed the link.

Sainsbury's order later, I'll get the ablutions done.

All went well, no shower, of course, too early yet. Plenty of dropsies again, Toothache Thomas not so bad for some welcome reason. Only two tiny cuts shaving in the lip and earhole.

As Herbert (I assume) was handing me some clunks, guess what?

The food delivery chap arrived and packed the things in the box and bag for me. Decent bloke, I slipped him a can of plonk in thanks. And took things through to the kitchen and photographed them, just to show off how well I live, Hehehe!

The beef chunks had one days life on them; I put the fridge items away.

Cleaning materials.

Got the photos above on the hard-drive, and got ready to go out.

I took some recycling bags down with me in the lift and deposited them near the green bin on my way to call of the ILC Wardens, Deana & Julie. Had a few words with Ice Skating Champion for North Nottingham, Julie, Deana was busy, but Deana acknowledged my presence.

When I got to the bus stop, Penny and the Winwood Court Lady had a natter with me. That was nice. We got the bus down to the shopping area on Mansfield Road.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I took photos to the left, ahead and to the right on Mansfield Road... then realised I'd not got a card in the camera! Grrr! What a memory-challenged chump I am!

Whoopsiedangleplop: I went into the Co-op and got some canned peas, fresh potatoes, tomatoes etc. and paid at the self-serve till - I had no option, as I the discovered I had not taken any money with me either! I was so annoyed with myself that I decided when I went to Wilko, I'd buy a camera card and use it. Grrr! Pillock!

A stroke of luck as I entered, but I was not too overjoyed: I'll explain. J Sainsbury had some orange-scented fresh-air spray on offer, £5, down to £4, so I ordered one. It can be seen in the right-hand cleaning materials photo above. 

Whoopsiedangleplop: There right in front of me was the exact same article, for sale at £3! I bought one, anyway. Got a cheapo camera card, Ylan ylang laundry-freshener, and as I getting to feel a little low, I bought a bar of chocolate Orange chocolate as well. Comfort food? 

Initially, I was pleased I'd got a camera card and fitted it in the camera. And took several photo's of the area, as I made my way up to the bus stop, where I met the Winwood lady and we chatted for a  few minutes before the bus arrived - Ah, I foolishly thought, my luck is changing - Huh!

We got back to the flats, had a chinwag on the hobble along Chestnut Walk, where I left her wishing the gal a good day, and proceeded in a Northerly direction, back to the flat. Taking a couple more pictures en route. I was cheering up a smidgeon again, now... I got in and took a photo or two of the purchases, made a brew of Glengettie, and got on with uploading the card to the computer... well, that was the plan... Whoopsiedangleplop: The SD card would not work at all! It had some pictures on it but would not let me capture them? The Computer told me I needed to this and that, and I had no idea what it was asking me to do! I lost hours trying out things to get the photo downloaded, but without any luck, I gave up in the end. My Wednesday's up and downness continued! I was enervated, sour, miserable and dour! Blungletads!

So, more hours lost, more failings...

Whoopsiedangleplop: Then, some mail had arrived. It was from Servern Tren Water. They have a leak in a pipe, and it's losing 1500 litres of water an hour! It lists the flats (all of them) in Woodthorpe Court, who are responsible for paying for the repairs beyond the external stop-tap and will have to pay for the private water supply pipe that brings the private fresh water to the property. This is including detection, repairs and or replacement of the supply. Any holes will be refilled with black tarmac... 

Followed by a lot of legal jargon and the law under various sections of the Water Industry Act 1991, and we need to repair this leak within the next seven days, and for someone to contact us with the details??? If a tenant - we should contact the landlord - Check our home insurance details. If you are not covered - you must contact a plumber... It's doing me no good all this hassle! 

Whoopsiedangleplop: I rang Jenny and Deana for advice, but they were both engaged. I had a bash at CorelDraawing, though, but the heart was not really in it, now; after so many cock-ups, Accifauxpas, mistakes, and Whoopsiredangleplops, and the worrying bad news from Severn Trent.

I'll get something to eat, then! So I did. 

This odd meal had some cheapo imitation sliced beef, crispy smoked streaky bacon and tomatoes. The contents were tasty enough; the problem was the churning depression inside the bounces grey cells. I did eat it all but to the accompaniment of Thought-Storms.

I washed the pots, had a wee-wee, washed me, jammies on. 

Whoopsiedangleplop: Incidentally, I put the jammie-bottoms on back to front. Which had the Saccades damper-pad in them, and muggings here just thought he's got the other jammies on that has no pockets in them. I searched for ages for them - finding them eventually, when I sat down on them, thinking I may have had an escapage in the PP's... Tsk!

I got settled in the non-working recliner, put the TV on, but didn't watch anything, a habit, you know? And the Thought-Storms increased, and getting to sleep was impossible for hours. So much to worry about, fear and feel apprehensive about.

When at long last, Sweet Morpheus arrived, it was a few hours of 'Get up for wee-weeing, back down and up again. I've not had such a short sleep, nor so many nocturnal wee-wees for yonks!

Each time I woke, the mind stewed with discontentment, and silly thoughts of a self adiaphorous nature mingled with a certain defeatedness tone as I hobbled the now familiar, few footsteps to the bucket.

I think the extended lockdown, lack of help and frustrations are getting to me. But, Hey-ho:

I'll give it another bash tomorrow,

With hopefully, much less sorrow,

So many things to worry about,

I'm determined, though,

That I can get through without,

That contentment will flow,

Yes, I'll give it a go...

I know, I'll get some bread, sourdough?

From Whoopsidangleplops, I need a furlough,

I hope my dreams are not hollow,

But, you never know!