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Sunday, 5 September 2021

Sunday 5th September 2021: Inchies Day, and sometimes the odd ode might slip in!

Hello, what's all this then?

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SUNDAY 5th SEPTEMBER 2021

The first time I woke up, I checked the time; it was 04:00hrs. My body and mind rejected any irrational thoughts of getting up. The following five awakenings had the same result. A rigid refusal to move or stir!

06:15hrs: I was in the process of rejecting any ideas of movement again, but the bladder forbade this, and I just had to activate the mind and body for a wee-wee! So, I did.

It was a trickling-dribbling affair, but no bleeding or Post-Micturitional after leakages.

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Interesting Tale of Woe! Part 1

I cleaned up and put the kettle on. Then selected a pair of brown trousers to wear, took off the blue jammie-bottoms, and put the trousers on... I thought! Please read of when Carer Jillie arrived for the end of this tale of woe.

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Computer Started

But no work was started, as the rather urgent call to the Porcelain Throne arrived. So, I went to the wet room (That's where the Throne is, so it seemed a good idea).

The evacuation started straight away upon my bum hitting the seat. The most humungous dollop I've passed in weeks! However, all went smoothly, bloodlessly and painlessly. Smug-Mode-Engaged!

I washed and medicated things, got my PPs on, and back to the kitchenette to make a brew of Glengettie tea.

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Updated Saturday's Blog

I didn't get far; I remembered it was Sunday (I'm quick sometimes!), and Josie's lunch needed prepping, so...

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Off to the Kitchen

I was stirring in some seasonings to the chilli mix in the saucepan, and Carer Jillie arrived. Which was good, nay, brilliant! Because she had come in to cover and was not expected, this cheered up my mood exponentially! ♥

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Interesting Tale of Woe! Part 2@2

After she greeted me warmly, bless her, and got the medications and questioning done, is when as I sat down, I noticed then that instead of putting the brown trousers on to replace the jammies - I'd put on another pair; of jammie-bottoms! It might not be a fantastic Accifauxpas, but I did feel a fool!

The Angel sorted me out in a jiffy and offered me some moral support, as she correctly guessed or assessed that I was not my usual chirpy self. Clever, gal!

She is so lovely! Today is her last day on the job! The thought of her leaving is frightening and ultra-depressing.

Jill put her number into my mobile and said she'd ring to see how things are later. Also, she'll try to get back to help me sort the declutterers mess they left behind. ♥

♥ Thanks to Jill & Eugene 

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Back on the Blogging

Again the plans were shot to pieces! By Liberty-Global's Mr Big, Mike Fries. Who juggles figures at will and has no interest whatsoever in Nottingham getting an internet service that works. And still earns a salary of $22m, plus expenses. Git!

This is his quote about one of his best number-crunching moves with the Virgin-02 merger. Twaddle & Gobbledigook!

No mention of their failure to supply a decent service, then?

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Checked Josies Lunch

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End Car Park Photo

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Internet Back on

Finished and posted Saturday's Inchies Day. Then went on Facebooking. Checked on Josies Chilli; it's looking and smelling rather good! Smug Mode Adopted!

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Internet Back Offline!

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Chatted with Teddy & Koala Kathy.

They agreed with me that Liberty-Global Virgin Media were utter crap!

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Herbert!

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Cooking Mode Adopted

Accifauxpas

I brunt my finger on the saucepan... and spend so long getting the burn ointmentated, what was left in the pan for me later, got well burnt as well!

Whoopsiedangleplop!

Fortunately...

I now had the microwave to pop Josie's meal in to keep it warm! Yes!

So that when I delivered it to her door, dead on time again (Smuggness-Creeps In). And I kept the chef's hat on to deliver it in, not literally, I had a tray and things, I was wearing the hat... Hehehe!

Josie was in fine form this morning!

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Cleaning Up To do now!

I got the saucepan emptied and in soak in the kitchen sink. This brought back my hatred of the bullying declutters, as the brutes had taken all of my bottles of bleach, leaving a part bottle of cheaper bleach to use, and I'd already used that up. I also had three bags of large cleaning cloths and a net of scouring pads - I haven't now that the highly-skilled con men declutterers have been! Grrr!

I had to use some Soda and washing up liquid to soak the caked-on burnt food at the bottom of the saucepan.

Meanwhile, I took the waste bags I'd done up out to the chute.

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Back to Kitchen...

The things I'd left in the sink were sorted out. Which was a painful job with the burnt index finger. 

I ground away relentlessly, and eventually, I found I was making progress in cleaning the saucepan, but not yet; those last bits will not beat me!

(What? Determination? From me? Cor, blimey!)

Much elbow grease, pain and annoyance later, I got it done!

Well, that Accifauxpa and Whoopsietangleplop cost me a lot, timewise. It is now nearly 1500hrs, so it must have taken me almost three hours to get things sorted! Well weary now!

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Herbert!

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Yee-Gods!

Some new expletives are needed here!

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Template Made for Tomorrow

Well, I made a start but had to go back to the Porcelain Throne again. A no go, at first, took a lot of encouragement to start the evacuation... Still, I had a look at crossword 99, hopeful of getting at least one more solution in the grid.


Made a start on crossword 100. Got a few, then dried up.

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Herbert!

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Back to the Coreldrawing

Got a few done, back to templating.

Did tomorrows template and am now too tired to do owt else. Can't really get the nosh yet, in case the Carer Calls early... on the other hand, I will get the nosh done, Hunger Pangs demanding satisfaction!

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Off to the kitchen!

Checked out the microwave sausages in the freezer to see how long they take to cook. 4 Sausages; 3m:40seconds.

Ah, well, here goes.

Bloomin' Marvellous!

Mind you, nit the chips, they were called Fries to Go, I'm sorry they came. Hehehe! Tasteless sticks of cardboard. But the Walls sausages more than made up for them, delicious, chewy and tough but tasty skins. I sat and consumed it all, even the horrible fries!

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Carer Caroline Came

She mentioned the change and more room in the flat, but could not find anything now. Hehehe! She got the tablets sorted, no questioning about any Paracetamol, Peptac, or Phprpain Gel used. I thanked her, and off she trotted with a can in thanks.

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Got the blog Updated

Facebooking, emailed the link and got my head down... Well, after scribing the funny Ode below.

The secret of how not to get thwacked,

Keep your job, and not get sacked,

Avoid getting sued over any contract,

How to successfully interreact,

To counterpunch when you get attacked!

The cheapest train fare to Pontefract,

Reading others, why do they overreact,

Come out winning in every deal and pact...

Well, I'm not sure, to be exact!

Sunday, 11 April 2021

Sunday 12th April 2021: Ah, a betterer day!

Good Morning!

 TFZer, Jillie. Vespa & Scarlett time? Hehehe! 

Thought
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Sunday 12th April 2021

Hungarian: Vasárnap 12 Április 2021

02:00hrs: Yee-Haa! Jiminy Cricket, I've had five hours of needed sleep, uninterrupted, as well! I woke up for the first time in months, not wanting a wee-wee or the Porcelain Throne... I'm not sure if that's a positive or negative sign yet? 

After hauling my bulksome-overbellied-body out of the recliner and catching my balance, I had to stop my mind and limbs from hobbling to the NEB (Nocturnal-Emergency-Wee-Wee-Bucket) to take a leak.

Whoopsiedangleplop: I had a wash and rinse, got the kettle on, and noticed the state of my feet and ankles!


It really looked like they were when I woke after the hospital's stroke, and they discovered I was allergic to Clopidogrel. I later looked up the side-effects and realised I had all of the serious ones... but nobody seemed bothered, so I wasn't...

I got the Health Checks taken and was pleased with the resulting blood pressure figures given!


The SYS had crept up am iota but is still a lot lower than Sunday to Friday. Not sure about the DIA dropping to 65; that's the lowest it's ever been, but the NHS BP test returned as not so high as it has been? The body temperature had shot up, to the highest ever, at 38.3°c - 100.94°f. Hey-ho!

I decided to get the potatoes prepped, so I sliced and chopped some and got them in the crockpot with just some Chinese salt & Chilli-pepper as seasoning. Oh, and no accifauxpas! Snug-Mode was temporarily adopted, but not for long!


I got CorelDraw going and made a graphic for this page-top, it took me far longer than I'd planned, not through the ailments, but the internet was so slow again! 

I went to turn on the crockpot, put the regulator on a low setting, and stirred things up a bit.

As I started the updating of yesterday's Inchcock's Day, guess what? Go on, have a guess! No? Alright, I'll tell you...

Unbelievable, Monsieur Fries does it again, lets down his stupid, thick, ignorant, overpaying, doolally internet customers!

Whoopsiedangleplop:  Well, that's gone and cocked up the apple cart! Knackered my plans! And, caused me to bring forth such a hatred of Fries, a loathing, a jealousness, repugnance, with an arbitrariness that bore no self-guilt, and a hankering desire for revenge! I was now casting black-magic spells on Mr 'Square-Jaw' Fries that I hoped would cause his tackle to rot painfully and drop off, and he'd die agonisingly, piteously-painfully, and as unpleasantly as is possible. Well, he deserves no less, the lad! 

And we'd meet at St Peter's Gate! Naturally, neither of us would be admitted; Fries for his living only for monetary gain and the suffering he's given to his overcharged, under-serviced internet customers. And me, for believing in black magic. I'm losing it again here... Hahaha!

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So, I decided that the Mafia man would get me all hot & bothered again, and I set to getting the handwashing done.

Whoopsiedangleplop: And what a mess I made of it. I only washed the made in Myanmar (Burmese) too small for me, grey zip-up jacket, and a few socks in the kitchen sink. To look at the state of the kitchenette afterwards, you'd be forgiven for thinking a tidal wave had just taken place! 

I made a check on the computer to see if the extortionist blood-sucker Mr Fries, well, his underpaid minions, had returned the sad, pathetic, Liberty-Global, Virgin internet service yet. Nope!

So, I got the ablutions done early; they had to stand at the sink, teggie-cleaning, shaving, and my flobby-stomached body scrubbing. Then the drying off, medicationalisationing, and application of the deodorant based items. 

Whatever it is that's affected, the legs and feet seem to have encouraged the old ankle ulcer to burst into life, or try to? The marks seem more vivid than earlier. The ones on top and sides of the feet are not painful and don't even itch at all? 

Whoopsiedangleplop-Accifauxpa: I'd done really well with the ablution...until I came out and stubbed my left hallux! Oooh! 

The only bit that worries me is in/up my rear-end. The thingamabob feels just like the right ankle ulcer does. I suppose, when, if, the nurse calls, I'll have the embarrassing job of asking her to take a look. Which will be worse for her, of course! 

I can't get to see it... ah, if it still itches like there're worms under the skin and hurts as much tomorrow, I can try to take a photo of it - not for publication, of course. Haha! Although, maybe the Tate Gallery will want to buy it. It'd be better than a pile of bricks! Har-har-har!

Back to the computer, and it was going a treat... for now anyway! 

I got Josies Sunday nosh done up and delivered it to her door at the regular time of around about 12:00hrs. The gal seemed in good form.

Whoopsiedangleplop: At long last, I got the updating finished, and I sent it off to Blogger. Then viewed the mass of comments that had come for this tremendously popular Inchcock's Day... Well, I got one from Billum in Ohio. Replied and then went on Facebooking.  Two hours later, just as I was finishing off on Facebooking... Oh, dearie me!


Whoopsiedangleplop: This time, it only lasted a few minutes, and when I got back to the blogging, the font sizes had changed, apparently at random. Must be something to do with the net going down at the time things was being saved? 

Note to self: No, you fool, you were on Facebook at the time, not blogging!

Whoopsiedangleplop: Another bout of knock-knocking from the friendly, sweet-natured, noisy git, Herbert above. 

I had a look at the WordPress Reader. I can no longer use it, but with them changing to blocks has ruined it for me!

I went on Amazon, ordered some pencils and fabric freshener. I'm spending well, Hehe! Then went on the balcony to take these snaps of the reddish sky. Lovely!


I went on the Health Unlocked site and made a comment or two on my Anticoagulation section.

I opened the YourArea news Emagazine and found some facts and figures to publish, showing the Nottingham figures for Coronavirus and my zone's crime figures. Which curiously was for crimes reported in February this year. 

I continued the slow job of updating this post further to the accompaniment of Herbert's clatter-knocking. 

But it only lasted a few minutes this time. At least I know he's not kicked the bucket, a comforting thought there. Hehe!

It's well past my usual head downtime again. I'll turn off the computer, get something to eat... oh yes, the Chilli-Con-Carne and potatoes. 

Then updated this post in the morning.

The Chilli-Con-Carne and potatoes, with assistance from some Milk Roll bread, followed by an ice-cream Cornetto, was well worth a flavour rating of 8.5/10!

Washed the pots, and got down in the recliner, recalling things I'd forgot to put in this blog, as the self-depreciatory Thought-Storms launched unto activity. which meant I got to sleep, so much later than I planned, despite my mind and body was ready to rest. Crumbleckskins!