Inchie: Wednesday 7th June 2023: Mental Confusion

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Yet another day, busier than ever. This will be a condensed version comment-wise, I’m sorry. So many extraneous, unexpected, confusing situations that needed attention.
Good old Liberty Global-Virgin Media let me down so many times again, perfectly timed to lose the work I was doing on almost every occasion… Hours lost in the day, repeating actions that had already been done.
Carer arrived to help with the banking and paperwork sorting, I hour, bless him. Lift arranging was farcical and time-consuming… but more irritatingly, still not sorted. Grrr!
Domestic Carer Denise helped out, but of course, I can’t find stuff now. Hehehe! Nice lady. Easy-Link rang; they can do the Bank run after all – this got my confusion glowing, and I am not sure what’s what about this or the Hospital run next Tuesday. I changed the calendar date and times, but deleted the wrong one and have no idea what the timing was on the hospital run. Rand EasyLink to check, but they had closed for the day.

The first evacuation visit was reminiscent of the H-Bomb! The second one, a , a complete reversal.

As for the flourish of , I’ve never had so many in a day in my life! Still, no Falls or tumbles today – I didn’t have time really to fit any in. Haha!
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Feet and urine were nearly the same colour this morning.
This may not seem it to you, but I have protanopia.

Usual early activities.

Remembered the underarm cream.

Waste bags collated.

Now, one mug of tea is permitted. But I can have as many decaffeinated ones as I like.
No chance – decaf tastes horrible!

View from the computer chair.

Got on the computer to check the comments and see if WordPress will allow me to reply to them today… and…

Carer arrived. Can’t recall much about it, I was livid with hatred for the $26.4 salaried, with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account, Mr Fries of Liberty-Global; who still can’t get his overpriced, pathetic Virgin Media internet service working. Just Jealously, of course!

Domestic arrived, then another Carer.
Back onto the computer…

Had to do the whole-hog procedure to get Smoke & Mirrors. money manipulator Mr Fries, utter-crap service back on. Save what the computer allowed me to – box off, plug out, waited the five minutes as instructed – computer off, then rebooted, and reset the router box, and waited…
Waited some more…
Emptied the catheter bag.
Waited some more…
Aha, it came back online; Well done to number-crunching, artful deception, flimflam, and hokum expert Fries!

Denise arrived as the Carer was about to tend to the eye drops for me. My mind of all over the place, and multiple mind meanderings started: Got to sort the time out for the hospital lifts… started swinging, joining in with … I must phone and cancel the taxi for tomorrow… the Carer didn’t say if he was escorting me or not… no problem if not, now that could do me. But, I am a little nervous when using cash machines. I must thank Kara for helping… was affecting my concentration… Eventually, the flat cleared, and the computerisationing was once again tackled.

But only for half an hour or so. Then…
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After two hours of blogging, mind you, many mistakes were made. Hard to believe I know, but…
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Not for so long this time.

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Had to get some more of the Soda water from the kitchen and stocked up the ottoman tray with some.

Packed-up trying to get any blogging done. Why? See below!
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ARGH!

Got a meal made-up in a short time. Sweet & sour rice, done in the microwave. Added a can of garden peas to it in the saucepan, & added extra Sweet & Sour sauce.
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Two bread rolls. Two mini-pots of desserts
Taste Rating 6/10.

Took these snaps as I was washing up the pots.


About five minutes between taking them.

Bootiful!

Got done in the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, and the late Carer,  Chris arrived. Then Carer Richard came to return the paperwork for the hospital trip, telling me no need for a carer to go with me. Fair enough! Glad I managed to get booked for it, cause from the tram or bus stop, it is a heck of a trek to get to the EENT, and they take me into the department as well. Looking good. I thanked Richard, and off he went. Chris got the eye drops in and attached the night pouch for me.

I went on a safety check of taps, stove, windows etc.
And had a long period of . With this single snap taken from the kitchenette window…

has never been better!
I saw so many things in this photo;
A tear in the fabric of space.
Lips, a nose, a mouth, lips and eyes.
Another face in the Sun-spot far left, facing the left side view.
I imagine others out there would see other things?

TTFNski, folks!

Inchie: Tuesday 20th June 2023

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Inchie: Tuesday 6th June 2023

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Great shade of urine…
And it’s all mine…
So, no need for me to whine…
At last, a positive sign!
Haha!

Body Checks
The IV bruise looking a little better.
The legs – a little fatter?
Also, better feet and ankle ulcer!
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Hard but still messy.
After using the stored-ready water containers to refill the non-working W.C. water tank (Waited Ten weeks for a repair up to now, and not due until July 7th) Thus, I am sentenced to agony on every visit to the Porcelain Throne or WC.
Has anyone told them? I was forced to take some decent painkillers in an effort to calm down my anger-ridden . It’s a cruel world!

I rang to see if I could get a lift to the bank on Wednesday; they told me to ring back in case there was a cancellation – but, no such luck. . It was still slightly The conversation was difficult, and , and , not to mention my troublesome .
But the Lady was patient and made sure I’d got the right details, when I booked a trip with them for Tuesday 13th June; to the .

Carer Kara, ensured a lift to the bank with a taxi company for me and a Carer (Christopher?) for Thursday.

I tried to sort out the things I need to take to the EENT with me for the visit, but I was struggling. So, I’ll ask a carer to make a list for me. Shaquille?

Asda food arrived.

The fridge & freezer are full now!

And Iceland delivery arrived.Which, I could swear I made for next week.
Another cock-up on my behalf!
I must get a grip on these date mix-ups!
Even more, food is crammed away now!

Started to prepare the meal of the day.

Got it served up with some added beetroot and the last of the bottle of Borscht, and some Zirnelial peas. Sob!
The meal was one of my tastiest yet.
A quarter of the way through it… and
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were due? So I put down the delicious
food, and off to the door to investigate.
It was . She couldn’t get her remote control to change the sound on her kitchen TV. It really bothered her. So I went in to have a look, thinking that the remote might need new batteries. But no! Poor Josie could not see which buttons controlled the sound on the panel. It took a long while to explain, and she kept wanting it louder and then quieter. She could not grasp which buttons to use. Bless her. And with her bad sight, had difficulty in her seeing which ones to use, and kept pressing the ‘Mute’ button in mistake. I drew a map, if she can see it, of where the volume buttons were. Eventually, I got it how she wanted it and departed back to my cell… er… flat.
And the cold meal on the tray. Hehehe! I still ate it without microwaving it to warm it. With a glow inside, cause it’s marvellous when for once, I can help someone else. I ate it all up with a wholemeal roll, and still enjoyed it!

Must have been tired, I can’t recall the evening caller; what happened or when I got to sleep?
Nothing until waking up in the morning.
Another strikes!

TTFN

Inchie: Monday 5th June 2023 – Accifauxpas

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I got this far in the blog… and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on… , without any of choice of walkers and sticks scattered all over the flat, and…

 

and a sudden .
burst violently forth.
Because of the eye, I missed the counter that I had hoped to stop me falling… But, No! I was well off target!

I caught my eye on the corner of the surface counter.
I’ve not been right ever since – mind you, that’s not saying much, is it? Haha!
I try to add some photos later on. See how it goes.
The good part is I got back up on my own… It was nothing to a young, fit, athletic, action-man such as me.

I’ve a constant pan in the eye now, so and going to pack up blogging; the eye strain is horrendous. My balance all to pot, and am on an involuntary mission to walk into anything handy at the moment, the depths of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly-beige-coloured, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner. I tried to take a photo of the bruised or whatever it’s called, causing it.  Right hand. If it comes out I’ll try to get it in with the few I’ve already taken. Hello, treble vision then for a minute.
I’ll give 111 a ring in a bit, unless it clears up, the head and eye I mean. Made a mess of that making a brew!
Although not good to start with, the vision in the eye seems no worse; that’s a plus. As I say, not to fret about with a man of my calibre with great pain tolerance and a heroic stance against the ailment, who will not…

No sooner had I typed the above, and and now have joined in the onslaught!
Big-Mouth-Me!

I’ll get Summat added if things go well later on.

Carer Richard arrived, and we did the eye patch off, eye-drops in, and then the patch back on routine.

TTFN.
Found this piccy taken first thing when I removed the night bag from .

Took the one above later on, of the calamity
kitchen where the tumble was taken.

This was later when I found I could read one of the leaflets with bigger print now. Great! It said that after 48hrs from the procedure, I could remove the patch, but must wear it at night when sleeping. Huh, took me ages to get it back on as well – but seconds to remove it.

The back of the hand was looking calmer now.

The second Carer arrived, I was doing my best to be upbeat. She was, as was Richard, confused about them sending more Finistrada tablets. I’ll ring the quack later, or ask someone to do it for me… I still get the pain, and a sound like humming coming from the eyes and head? The Carer didn’t know about the eye drops, but it was easier for me not to have to remove and replace the patch and glasses. She did a good job for me. Rhamat is her name… I think? Yes! Came yesterday too.

Oh, I must mention that earlier in the day…

Well, fancy that!

These must have been from yesterday?

Sorry, I’ve got to go sit and rest again.
Poor little thing! Hehehe!

Morning:
Seems I got settled and ate several bags of Cheesy Curls, and drank 2 litres of Soda water. Judging by the overfilled waste bin. Had the night bag on, so someone came last night, but I was not in a very good state when they came?

TTFN.

Inchie: Sunday 4th June 2023

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A GREAT START TO THE DAY THIS MORNING – Yes!
But it didn’t last too long. I had a as I tried to dislodge my bulk from the c1966, charity-shop-bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, TV remote hiding, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, ancient itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. I had a few, actually, to be right! I slipped off of the recliner seat when taking off the night pouch. … Then, I walked into the drawer cabinet. This, I believe, was caused by the eye patch shooting off as the tape broke. I was virtually blind for a few seconds, just enough time to shoulder-charge the stack of plastic draws, send the yellow recycle box of used Anoxaparin needles, to the floor… missing at my lunge for , and clouted the back of the dodgy right hand, which I could have done without.  
The eyes, hand, and to a degree, my old friend , have given me much hassle today. So I got stuck into blogging just cause I love it and wanted some escape from the pressures of old age, ailments and my new-found-again self-pity moments.
I lost most of the tabs I made that I use in the blog. Note the new ones on this post. I had to make all 125 of them from scratch again… no meals, no wash & shave and here I am only just starting this blog off at 00:35hrs in the morning… with the eye patch hanging off again! I’ll have to rush if I stand any chance of any sleep. Being a blog addict does not help.
Forgive my forthcoming details and bad chronologically.

Dark urine again this morning.
It didn’t get much better.

The back of the hand was beginning to
look moonlike again. Hehehe!

The Carer took a shot of the eye while the pad and cover were washed… not successfully, though.
She got the things back on.

The pad had come loose again when the gal returned.
Soon got it sorted for me.

Lunchtime view.

The plates & pins look good!.

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Patched up again.
My eyesight is causing me to miss when doing anything, pouring water in a mug, or seasoning into a bottle. But worst of all – I’m making more and more mistakes on the keyboard. I’ve never taken so long… Humph!
I hope I live long enough to get it finished. Har-Har!

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Plan D on the fourth visit. Hahaha!

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Next to the last call.
Looking better…
At least, I think it is?

Got nothing done, no meal, no time.
I was determined to get the new tabs done.
And I did, but it laid me up. Hehehe!

Caught the sunsets end.

Got to get to Kip now.
Nurse Christina coming in the morning…
♥ You can see why I love her. ♥

I’ll see if I can get back on to this in the morning…
It’s now gone 03:15 hours already.
Sleep? What’s that, then?

If only I hadn’t made the cock-up of the year in losing those tabs from the file. I still don’t know how I did it…
It was .
I think!

Cheers!

Inchie: Thur PM-Fri-Sat 2nd 3rd June 2023

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  Thursday PART TWO & Catch-up

No notes to refer to, and most likely in chronological disorder. The odd mistake grammatically is possible. Lack of detail as well (please be free to ask if anything should draw your attention). I realise that the 8 Billion People in the World, that my fan base and followers come from, may like to know more.
Either of you, please feel free to ask. Hehehe!

04:00hrs up.
Not much urine in the night bag.

Tried to picture the buttercups and daises on
the bottom field, across from the flats. Not a good one.

Gathered the things ready to go to the hospital.
Got an early dinner breakfast.

I knew that Virgin Media was going off today, so didn’t bother to use the computer. (Not that Liberty-Global Virgin media doesn’t go down every day as it is.
Messy splattery Porcelain Throne visit, then got the ablutions done.
Ablutions tackled and got dressed. 2hrs:18minutes!
arrived and got the medications given to me. I asked Sam if she knew if they had managed to find me a carer to go with me to the hospital, as they (QMC) insisted upon. But she didn’t know or not. I pressed on. Only about an hour before the lift was due, I found out when they rang me, telling me to meet the carer in the lobby.

I readied the stuff and hobbled down to the main lobby to await the lift, and met the Carer.
For the first time ever, the lift was late. By about fifteen minutes, but we still got there on time, because this driver used the direct route without the GPS.

QMC EENT Department
The Carer and I were dropped off at the entrance doors.
We approached the helper’s desk and followed her instructions to the area we needed. The Carer, who had the fantastic hearing, did the talking.
We got into a waiting area and reported to the desk, and took a seat. I nattered to the Carer, who said she is in between shifts. I thanked her for helping me out and coming.

We were there, I think, for about an hour. The kind carer communicated with the medics for me.
Another hour I think, passed. And A nurse fetched me to see the surgeon who was about to ‘do my eye’s Phacoemulsification. (Cataract procedure)
A quick check on the machine thingy…Which revealed something that gave that chaos a grave expression. Danged if I heard what it was he said fully.
He produced a legal document that I had to sign. This said I was aware of the chances of success were only… no, that there was a 30% chance of failure due to my age and other dispositions and ailments. (Something like that) I signed it. They have to cover themselves. That’s fair enough.
He then said I have a hairline split in something or other, and it may be necessary to have a new summat fitted to ensure sight again. I even asked him twice, I think, what it was. But is no longer in my brain-storage area (along with a lot of other stuff! Like people’s names. Hahaha!). I went back to the waiting area, and I chatted with the Carer. Shortly after that, I was collected and prepared for the procedure. I’ve no idea how long it took, but it seemed to be over in about 15 minutes to me. The reassuring voice of the surgeon says, “That went well, Gerry!”

They put me back in the wheelchair and returned me to the waiting area. I think the drugs (I liked them!) were still affecting me, and it took a while for me to sink things in.
A kind nurse came to me and explained that the Carer has had to go to work for her usual shift. No panicking, cause she added: She (the Carer) had arranged with someone for a lift home as the pick-up time for EasyLink had been overshot by an hour. A taxi was going to pick me up at 17:25hrs, I think. And no charge for it either! The tired Carer had looked after me and made some notes on a pad for me – fair enough, I couldn’t read the at that time… or later, for that matter. Hehe! That was so nice of her to sort things out. And, she had told the nurse about my need to get some cash, and the pleasant nurse ran me in the chair to the cash machine, then back to the EENT department.
Where the cab was just pulling in to collect me. A silent no, speaking journey. Until he got on the roadway to the flats and asked which one to drop me at. Which he did!

Back to the Cell… no, Flat!
A good bruise on the back of the right hand. And called Meridian to let them know I was back at the prison…
Care Handover Document.
Eye Drops – They will need a carer to do them for me; four times a day I think it is needed. With my and  , it’s too dangerous for me to do it… that and the taping back on of the eye patch.
I can’t get the glasses on over the patch at the moment. But think it should be possible once the swelling goes down. So my vision is not good. I can see now why they told me to have a Carer stay with me for 24hrs. But with the short notice given for the procedure, it couldn’t be done. I still appreciate them getting someone to go with me, though.The tape soon fell off of the eye pad. I Cleaned up a spot of blood, and Carer Chris arrived. He put the first drops in and did his best to secure the patch.

The pouch suddenly started filling up at a rate of knots, as soon as I got back to drinking the spring water.

Did all the calls for eye-patching and medicating.
The patching is needed five times a day. Chris said for two weeks! That is going to be a tall order for the carers. Still, he got four of them in today and was helpful in getting the patch back on carefully and as firmly as possible for me. Thanks mate. He is aware of the problems I risk with , and , being liable to damage the eye by my poking it. Hehehe!

The one sunset photo I managed. I pressed lightly on the patch to make sure any bright light was avoided, as ordered.

Dark wee-wee again.

The patchwork by Chris stood up well!

Yesterdays bruise.
This morning!

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tended to. Messy, really urgh!
Three cuts shaving. Then a tumble,as I bent to empty day pouch. Refilling the WC’s non-working water tank, and started   off pain-giving. 
 Got on the computer determined to get this blog started off.
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arrived. Got the eye drops done and did a good job on getting the eye patch back on, and jelled the back pain. Thanks, gal!

Started to work on the blog…
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After a longish wait, so I cleaned the carpet, net was back on.

Actually got some blogging done at last, and for about two hours… then…
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Blogging and down it went again.
Carer Rhamat arrived. Did the eye drops but not putting the patch back on. I tried to do it as good as I could.
Not a good job. hit me unexpectedly; she sometimes gives a little shudder first so I can prepare for her attack; but not this time, and…
acci-whoopI poke myself right in the cataracted eye!
Did it hurt, you ask? YES!
The Inchie designed eye-patch-erection fell to pieces!
Dare not try again, so I’m working with a loose eye-protection erection. Hahaha!

No one called again for the 14:00hrs eyedrops. But that timing is from the hospital paperwork that was part of the NHS ‘Transfer of Care Medication Plan’. Who too? No idea. Maybe me?

I went back on with the blogging for an hour or so…

Not off for so long this time. I hastened to get the blogging done, but I had to divert to the .
Badgered getting the water hauled from the kitchen to the WC tank again. I keep having to take extra painkillers with this long-running issue. I wonder if anyone has informed them of my difficulties? (I am a fool!)

Back on with this blog. I managed a good 20 minutes before…
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I got the laundry bag checked and ready. And…
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Bending down and lost my balance.
The eye patch was knocked off, and the already bruised right hand hit the door frame as I grabbed at it after dropping .

This was a l.ow point! Hahaha!
I’m struggling to get things done here. Had I had help to replaster the eye patch from someone who could look at what they were doing, it may have survived the clout intact. But this is all conjecture. As soon as I find out what conjecture means, I’ll let you know. I struggled to get some sort of protection, as the pain from the self-inflicted prod in it continued… But, of course, it didn’t bother a man of my calibre in the slightest. No feeling sorry for myself, snivelling, swearing or self-pity; oh, no.
I had another go at securing the lens cover…
Meanwhile…

Went into the kitchen to use the light to see and took this view of the scenery.

I managed to get the lens cover secured, but it looked a little rough around the edges. More importantly, I’d used a lot of the tape and may run short now! ARGH!
Look s like I may have hit the head on the tumble as well?

I gave up blogging when…
I’m in pain.
Frustrated!
Annoyed!
And the thought of taking off the protection for the next Carer to put eye drops in, is somehow bothering me?
No idea why?

Got  the email prepared. It looked good and tasty to me.
Then I tried it… Oh, dear! The peas were good… That’s all!
Flavour Rating 1./10. The worst in many a month!

Went to throw most of the meal away and get the pots washed. Caught the end of the sunset.

Evening all!

Inchie: Thursday 1st June 2023 – Cataract Operation Day

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IT’s no good, I just can’t see we;; enough yet to do anything-

Evening: Try to catch up in a bay or two, and see how it goes

I can see now why they told me to get a Carer to stay with me for 24 hours- it’s horrendous.
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Inchie: Wednesday 31st May 2023

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The busiest day for Inchie, in how many years? A few! I tried to smile way through the ever-increasing mayhem I went through. And was not very successful!
This is being done ASAP on Thursday morning, before the arrival of the lift to the hospital. Still not sure if a Carer could be found to go with me yet – short notice given to us. Here we go…

Night pouch dark again.
Not a lot, either?

Ablutions, getting short of the Terbinafine cream.
Only two cuts shaving. Porcelain Throne messy again.
Someone (Not me) had flushed the WC. More trips to fetch water
Back-Pain Brenda complaining.
Yet another intermittent ailment now. Short sharp stabbing pains under my left nipple in the ribs? Ah, well!

Got the paperwork ready to be sorted, saved or Shredded.
Made a brew, and it went cold. Computer on and…
Back on in ten-minutes then… five later…
Fifteen minutes later, after resetting the box, it went back on.
Gave up!

Cleaned the hallway and sorted the waste bags.

Virgin is back on!
Computing again… for an hour or so…
Turned it off, as a Carer arrived to help me sort put my paperwork.
This took us ages and yonks.
No chance to get blogging again.

Carer Kara came to assist me with medicationalisationing and planning for the upcoming trip to the hospital. ♥ And arrange a visit to the bank re statements and my problems with the account.

During this we tried to find out if there was a cash machine in the City Hospital I could use, to make sure I had enough money with me to pay for the hospital & next week’s Bank meeting lift. I looked it up on the computer again and found this below.

Great!

Then…
Turned off the computer. I’ll try to get up early and get on with this blog sorted out… Humph! Cause Liberty-Global Virgin Media is going down tomorrow for several hours. (As it hadn’t been already!)

Can’t recall the other things that happened..

Did find this photo of the meal mind you.
I enjoyed it, I think.

And found this in the paperwork we were sorting out.
Lot’s left to do on this, yet.

I wonder how many of these crimes were committed by
Parole Board Wankers freeing them early?
Just a thought.

TTFN must dash to final prepping for the hospital.
That is if they can find someone to go with me?
Or (As they said at the hospital) no cataracts will be done
without a Carer attending with me. And I’ll go back to the
start of the waiting list. Please, No!

Cheers!

Inchie: Tuesday 30th May 2023

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A lot took place today. Nothing good, of course. Panic, frustration, Whoopsiedangleplops, & Accifauxpas were rife.
Everything that could delay and slow me seemed to!

The $24 million, with guaranteed bonuses and an open-ending expense account Liberty-Global head-honcho Fries, the money-manipulating financial number-cruncher, will no doubt be troubled by their failure to get, even an imitation of an efficient internet connection, or unbroken service me.
I lost so much work when the Smoke & Mirrors man’s Virgin Media went down – multiple times – AGAIN!

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05:10hrs: I stirred and removed the night pouch.
It was a terrible colour again. Removed the night pouch.

Washed last night’s pots up. Then off to the

Controlled the evacuation. Which must have taken ten minutes to expel from my rear end. Bloody, but not messy, the long-awaited splash, and then the fearsome job of refilling the water tank buckets.
I had a go at using the shower to refill the buckets. But dear soon kicked off with my bending to clear the mass of water all over the place, caused by

Made up and cleared the bags of waste. Started to reply to the multitude of comments on my blog… well, one. And was summoned back to the .
A complete reversal! Humph! Trotsky Terence was in charge this time. He’s a messy bloke!

Got things cleaned up. Used, and then refilled the water buckets for the awaiting attention not-working water tank.

Put the kettle on, and Cara Kara arrived. Bless her. She soon had the medications sorted and listened to my problems, which she knew all about, as she is handling things for me with my confused, financials

A food order arrived, as I was taking the morning view.
My much-missed beautiful, but sad that I can no longer visit it every morning as I used to.

Onto the computer, to find that CorelDraw had gone ape-shit. Various icons were blacked out! Impossible to save anything, copy, paste, group or access any of the Bitmap options. I left it a while, hoping for a miracle repair to be performed by an Angel of some kind – But No!  It was not so!
I tried several other versions of CorelDraw, x7, x8, 2018 etc. but they were all the same – Non-working Icons. I then had a thought (I do occasionally), I think the old bank card details were used to try to take my payment… I’d forgotten to change them? Likely my fault, then. Humph!
I had a look at various options in art packages that I could buy far cheaper than CorelDraw. None of them did what I needed them for. I investigated the prospects of buying Adobe Illustrator. But not at that price, although also what put me off was watching some tutorials on using it, I don’t think I’ll live long enough to learn how to manipulate it. Hehe!
So, I bought the latest CorelDraw.
Somehow I managed to download it, pay for it, and installed it without any help. However… Setting it up from scratch, and the farcical payment being rejected and having to do it again; 5 hours! And I say this myself… I was lucky! Yes!

 As soon as the transaction was completed.
Arrived
I went to make a mug of Thompson’s Punjana and took this photograph of the Tree Copse below.
Also this mystery snap of whatever it was. Hehehe!

Back to the Computer, working again… for ten minutes, then…
Well, fancy that!

The food was delivered!
Frozen stored away
The fridge filled a bit…
Smashing!
Back to the setting up of the CorelDraw screen.
It took another two hours or so, and I was struggling with it, so tried to load an old file in the hopes that the palettes and layout had been included in the original saving of it…
Yee-Haa! It worked; this saved me time for once; it just needs fine-tuning now. But…
Grrr!

I’d tried four times to get hold of Josie, to give her the kettle that arrived with today’s order. But no luck, I tried a fifth time, no answer. But I thought I could hear noises from within her flat. They must have been loud for me to hear them. I tried the door and entered, and foul Josie in her kitchen. “I’ve not got my hearing aids in!” she said. She was doing her laundry, and the spin drier was making the noise.
I was too late getting the replacement kettle to rescue her… she’s been out and bought one already. Took the edge off of my efforts. I gave her the box and said to keep it just in case. She said she wanted to give me something for once. I got her departed husband’s walking stick. With her strict instructions to use it. Haha! Bless her!

It was already near on 19:00hrs as I gave up on the computer. This blog has not even started. Tomorrow is going to be busy as well as I get ready for the QMC trip. Can’t imagine me catching up on blogging. But you never know! 

Then:
So I could not save my work, and left the computer in sleep mode, and checked on the pins…Not looking bad at all.
Emptied
day pouch and the colour was really good.
Fifteen minutes later, I tried the computer, and it was back on. By the time I’d saved my work, all bar CorelDraw…

$24 million a year Liberty-Global’s boss, Mr Fries,
must be laughing his head off!

Next Delivery…
Plenty of liquids for me to be able to follow the
District Nurse’s orders and drink 3-a-day, minimum.
Naturally, these above are not for me. Oh, no!

A fairish nosh prepared. I do like boiling boiled potatoes in the slow cooker… they tend not to burn. I’d had them in there for about nine hours on low! Hehe!
Along with soya sausages, garden peas and some beetroot.
A worthy 8.1/10 for taste rating.

  Chris arrived and did the med’s and rubbed in some of the pain gel on my back for me.

Although not in a good frame of mind with theand CorelDraw farcicalnesses, I drifted off into the land of Sweet Morpheus… it was blissful… Until arrived to wake me up, Hehehe! Chloe added the to the

Yet again, could I get to sleep? Not a cat in hell’s chance!
I gave up and went to take photos of the evening sky.
I took the first, then zoomed in to take the close-up.
Was enjoyed. I saw several items in these cloud formations. A chick’s (chicken’s) head, a pair of eyes, and a face.