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Best wishes and welcome to the new day, to you all!
Unless, of course, you are reading this rubbish in the afternoon, evening or at night. Or did not get around to it yet for a few days.
Any road, Welcome!
I bounded out of the bed, jumped over the exercise machine, got down and did 150 press-ups and 100 toe-touches, as the maiden begged me to get back into the bed for more carnal desires satisfactionings…
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Oh, all right then. 1620hrs: I woke up groggily and fumbled to take off the night Catheter bag. Then fell asleep again. A distinctly weird dream manifested itself to me. I was flying Superman style in outer space, trying to find a planet to land on. They had all gone! As I approached where Earth used to be, a cloud neared me, and I slowed down as it passed me to talk to it. I asked, “Where did you come from?” and the cloud turned into an imitation of Arthur Scargil. That’s all I can recall. I heard no reply or answer.
Just thought I’d throw this into the mix, in hopes of getting a humorous comment from someone with their thoughts about it. If I could have thought of a humorous follow-on, I would have, but I couldn’t.
I woke, thinking of the dream, passed wind, and it’s a 
good job I’d taken off the night bag, because as fast as I could, I hastened, knocking over the Hoover en route, to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. Before I’d settled on the pue, the flow began. Lucky yet again. Was this going to be a better day?
I mouthed a little prayer.
Had a clean up, and headed into the kitchenette to put the kettle on.
Cor blimey, it was foggy?
I hobbled into the front room to go on the balcony to take a shot. But changed my mind, (I’m very good at changing my mind).
Then into the junk room to take the third photographicalisation.
All it showed was fog.
Well, it would, as it was foggy out there this morning. Cold with it.
Ejaz arrived and set to caring for me again. Socks off, gel and ointment on my toes and ankles, and fresh socks put on. Body check, shoulders, and my back were Phorpain-gelled. Medications issued.
Jenny called and will not be able to come today to call Jake about the pension instructions. She will call later if her visitors arrive.
Warmer now, so I went onto the balcony to take some pictures as the fog started to fade, and the odd glimpse of sunshine was breaking through occasionally. The mudslide seemed large, with no rain having fallen. Not so busy today, I regretted saying that later on.
I went to answer the phone, well, the mobile, I knew it would not be Jenny, but I just missed the call, they stopped as I opened the mobile.
‘Failed Connection’ came on the screen. I’ve had at least a dozen of these so far this week. Took another shot of the end of the far car park when I got back to the balcony, with the sun bursting through the clouds.
Finally, at long last, I got the computer going, oh, Dearie me! It got stuck when booting up. My heart sank.
My language stank!
Turned it off, gave it a minute and tried again, 
No tears, I expected it after the recent unknown problems with it. I’ll ring Jenny later and ask for Asif’s number. At this moment, I was down in the depths of frustration and anger, as 
From a high to the lowest in an instant.
Ejaz came again. Set up the other shaver for me and showed me how to use it, as he left to take the laundry down, I tried the computer again. And…
It came on! So too did…
We started sorting out the first cupboard. Two large carrier bags were filled with fodder that was out of date, or that I could no longer eat, now that the attentions of that little beauty 
are back bothering me. Ejaz went down to move the washing into the dryer.
Jenny called; she will be up later.
Ejaz cleaned the Hoover and asked me to get some filters for it, to try on Amazon. So, I did.
Jenny came up and phoned NCC’s Jake. Told me he would call in yesterday… whoops, tomorrow, to see me. She is so kind to me. 🤎
Wow, the sun came out for a last blast. The fog had cleared, and mist came down later.
Wonder if the sunset woi;; get through tonight? A
hit me. It could only have been for a minute, if that, but it took ages to recover. I had a few more short ones later and was in bed. I recovered each time more quickly than this one.
Another go at the blog, it was a slog. I’d been that busy. Ejaz returned with another new colleague.
I went to get a bottle of spring water and saw the laundry bag had not been emptied. Sleeves inside out. socks twisted together, they took a lot of sorting out, and with it being late, and my cataracted eyes as usual got worse the more tired I got. I left it because I couldn’t see which socks were which to pair them up. I’ll ask the Carer on the last call to sort them. They used to do that, but have stopped recently with all the other jobs they have on, not their fault.
Hanging them up in the hallway brought on Dizzy Dennis. I was close to a tumble a couple of times. (Sympathy seeking? Hehe!)
I went to see what fodder was available for my evening feast. I also feasted on the lovely view of the sun fighting its way through as it went from view.
Made my vegetarian meal with care and attention. Boy, I was looking forward to eating this one with baconless bacon, garden peas, seaweed, mushrooms and a vegan lemon dessert.
All, apart from the imitation bacon, tasted great. How can I describe the taste of this one?
Maybe skunk leathery soaked newspaper, hardened to a tooth-destroying level of flavourless concrete.
Yes, that sounds about right.
Lots of work done. Shame about the laundry return.
But, I did learn not to buy imitation bacon again… although at a cost of great pain from
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. So, felt I’d had a nocturnal seizure, and seconds later the upflux of an acidic flavour confirmed my suspicions. So I gave it a few minutes before attempting to scrabble out of the bed, to recover sufficiently. When I did get myself out of the warm, comfy bed and stood up with the stick nearby, I did the gentle balance exercises with no bother at all.
As I was collecting the bins to sort into one bag, boy, did 
nipped to the wet room Porcelain Throne. Aha, Constipation Konrad was losing his dominance at last. No bleeding either. I considered using the new razor, but in the end, didn’t have a shave. I’ll wait until Ejaz can find time and make sure I don’t break the razor of cut myself. He knows the quirks of this model and ordered it for me last week.
I got the kettle on around 0730hrs and took three photographs of the morning view on offer from the kitchenette window. 
on the viewer screen after each take. Back to the computer to load them into CorelDraw.
The intercom rang, and a JS delivery arrived. And I was dead certain that I’d ordered this for next Tuesday, positive, sure, confident I had. It seems I 
hadn’t. Still, I got some daffodils for Jenny.
be today’s repetitive items. (I think). I still can’t believe I’d done it again…
ordering and remembering problems. That was last November. I anticipate help will arrive any moment now. 
Shelled Kenyan garden peas, & shredded Leicester
Then, what Herr Starmer said about his destruction of the NHS, England in 2026…
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Sister Jane & hubby Pete, many, many years ago.
Seen here checking over my retirement pension details in the kitchen. Hehe! The runt of the litter, very small, delicate, beautiful, friendly, and curious, so curious.
Here is Inchie, with Mr Foooey, Foooey to his fans. The poor thing was nearly blind, deaf and arthritic.
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Sister Jane, seen here, clipping Fooeys ever-growing tufts. 
End of my visit, handing Mr Fooey back to Jane.
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Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas, Errors, Dark, Dank Depression Darius, 
kitchen, I saw that the tap was not running. I looked up at the ceiling for signs of incoming water, but there were none. Then the smell hit me, and I felt giddy. I realised then that it was bleach. I looked at where I’d left the 5-litre container of thick bleach, seeing it on the floor, burst open. I thought casually as I recalled then, ‘Well, that’s me in the shit – Again!’
Then realised that my Kagoule and dressing gown had made contact with the bleach! They were rotting away as I looked at them. I strangely thought this could make a horror movie that people would believe, Hehe!
Back to the kitchen and spread some more paper towels to help soak up some of the bleach, left it for a few minutes, then went back to gather what I could into waste bags.
r from the sink to the bucket. The smell got to me again, and I kept feeling a bit giddy. I did this six times in all. I had opened the windows. This snap on the right was how it looked on the fifth attempt. I was in a lot of pain by then. Back, shoulder and a new bruise on my head. As I collected the last of what I could, I had to leave the areas between the cupboards, 
the stove, and the fridge; it was just too painful to get down that far. 
agoule, all waste-shutting with a few words RIP style proffered as I sent them 12 stories down in the chute, to the big bins below.
r myself, maybe. There was certainly an inkling of self-sympathy lurking in my mind.
cked off at the same time.
Ejaz took a snap of the little bruise on my head for his records at ICC. Then he made some instant mash, cheese with ketchup and sausage for my meal. Not wanting me to get up from the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner. He even suggested I don’t move into the bed, rather stay where I am, the effort of climbing into bed he feared would set off the othe
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The end car park mudslide!
Rainy day.
Much-loved by WordPress readers and bloggers is getting-on-a-bit (Doug’s) Andy. Full of character. He’s had a lot of medical treatments, some that scared us, but the lad came through again. Bless Him!
Morning brew.
Ayup, the sunshines out!
Sun on its way now…
A closer shot…
Out a bit…
A final twinkle, as she does fade
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Food Delivery
More sauces?
Did I say it was a rainy morning?
Rainy evening.
Not a good day, but I’m sick of moaning.
A greenish raiony shot of the end car park late on.
This black bean meal, yes, I ate the third of the meals; the others went in the bin. Messy, mess.
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Not sure how I managed it, butk the door closed to and I trapped my arm in it. Hey-Ho!
The first effort turned out artistically. Tsk!
Made a better job on the second.
It all came to a halt. Gawd knows how long, or even if I can get it going again. I resigned from computing and got the meal served up.
Beef curry with Teryaki sauce and water chestnuts added. The curry was from a can, but it was okay. I thought that the Teriyaki sauce went well with it.
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get my balance, and entered the room, and got my pants down, ready to sit down on thePorcelain Throne. The ecrement, in the form of a gigantic fat torpedo, started its escape straight away, but froze with a few inches of it outside. 
It was my Ocado order being delivered.
but the bleeding had almost stopped now. So, a wash and back to the kitchen. Got some good stuff in today.Cooking sauces, 
sourdough bread, coffees for the nurses, etc. 
Back to the computer.
The man from the NCC, I think, arrived. So many things, questions I could not answer. These concerned my pensions and banking. He went through the files lying around, then had a quick look in the cases to find the details he needed. I know, well, I think I know they are in there somewhere. He rang the bank. They 
will send details, and I am to ring him when I get them. No idea what his number is. He rang someone else, the original pension company, I think, but not sure what the result was. Must have been a failure. He did his best. He said he would call next Friday.
The intercom sounded; it was Amazon delivering yet another computer keyboard and a mouse. 
I made the nosh and left it to marinate. Sweet & sour chicken ready meal. With added water chestnuts, red chillis, and Tiryaki & Gung Po sauce. H
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. It feels like it is about time for it to be done. But then again, what do I know? Very little with any certainty. A lot of self-doubt and ever-present suspicions that what I am doing might be wrong. Hehe! 
Got up late, took these
Later from the balcony
Getting used to the warped keyboard now.
Eerie-looking end of the car park.
Beautiful distant shot.
Front car park.
There is a reason that today’s meal looks sort of radioactive tonight, well, a few.
: Refused to let me read the instructions on the ready meal packet. Spy-Glass-Gloria didn’t help either.
, as long as I moved each spoonful to the left of my mouth to chew, and it took some chewing, too!
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visitation. The first hour or so was…well, fantastic!
houlder, & lower back and 
. Which also helped with Arthur Itis, and’s pains eased a little. I thanked him, and off he went, throwing me a ‘Tara’ as he left.
I dropped the tray in the kitchen!
Did I cry? No!
Tired, weary, confused, worried,
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