They are called Talimogene Laherparepvec.
He hopes he will never have to ask for any.
How are you supposed to Pronounce it? Hehehe!
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06:30hrs: I woke; it’d been another night of waking ups again. And I rose, dragging the superfluously elephantine-bellied body up on the poor feet, and caught my balance. And went to check if the hot water was hot yet. It wasn’t!
I got sidetracked by the moon that was still trying to get through.
Took the wide shot and then tried to get a decent zoomed-in picture. So, you can see, I didn’t exactly do a good job of it. Humph! No sooner had I zoomed in; guess who paid me another visit?
I got the waste bags made up, only two this morning for Richard; if he comes, it should be. I got his treats, and thank-you bag made up, all bar the fresh stuff in the fridge.
Next, I got the 
As I was working my way through the actions to try… I realised that I must 
He noticed the bloody tissues in the waste bucket. I informed the lad of the hot water being off for three days. Richard got onto the phone and reported Nottingham City Homes Maintenance of the problem without messing about. Told me they would be coming sometime today. Bless him. None of the other carers does that for me. So glad I gave him an extra big bag of nibbles and drinks now! He looked at the blood pressure,
He didn’t do a wristlet alarm battery check, but last week if I recall, he did it on a Wednesday. He’ll not forget to.
He’s a good lad, and seeing him more like himself was a pleasure.
After I’d bade Richard farewell and all the best, I returned to the computer.
But not for long. Carol rang; she wanted to do the laundry. Lovely! The poor gal has been covering for Esther. Who decided to stay two more weeks on her holiday in South Africa, leaving poor Carol in a quandary. He thought she was away for three weeks, and she made plans of her own. Now she is struggling to get the washing done for everyone. Bless her.
I think I lost about four or five hours. Not sure if any plumber had called?
Sort of came back to mock-life, and I was working on words for the Ode. So I carried on.
I went to make a brew and found a cold pored mug of tea next to the kettle. I wonder when I made that? No milk it, stone cold! Also, a packet of BBQ rice was on the counter, and the oven was on… nothing in it!
I got on and started this blog so late it was well into the afternoon; in fact, it was almost evening! 
Aha, the intercom lit up. Twas, the plumber from Nottingham City Homes Maintenance. He looked around and told me the additional switch in the airing cupboard had been turned off. Probably the Friday plumber who solved the leaking tap turned it off for some reason? Cause I’ve had no hot water since Saturday? He assured me that it would start getting hot after ten PM. GrrreatI Gave him a choice of thank you treats, and off he went!
I carried on with the blogging. At about half-passed ten, I checked the hot water situation. Still cold. I must be patient. I got the roast veg risotto in the oven and will add the microwave BBQ-flavoured rice later. Then when both are ready, put them in a dish and add some vegan BBQ sauce.
After eating it, I’ll test the hot water again. Please be working!
As planned, the BBQ-flavoured Ben’s rice and roast vegetable risotto. Some mini-tomatoes.
A diddly pot of lemon mousse for afters.
This was the meal of the year up to now! Fantastic flavour! Taste: 9.3/10!
How disappointing! I think I may have sworn a little under my breath in frustration. 
It’s outrageous you’d have to go three days without hot water! Bravo to a carer who dealt immediately with the issue. Now, I hope your problem is dealt beyond a report to the appropriate agency.
When I see your poems and the coherent if often alarming posts, I can’t help but think your dementia concerns are unfounded. The poems always are clever and humorous and your texts those of an organized mind. For that matter, your posts should be must-check reading for those who help you so they get a good sense of the vicissitudes you deal with, Gerry!
A third plumber arrived, Doug. I’ve had a feel of the water this morning, and although not as hot as it used to be, a lot warmer. I’ll see how it goes, mate.
I have to say that I’m confused about how the odes keep coming to me.
The memory is not good at all in the short term. The early years’ memories are as clear as a button still. (I’ll have to look up where that saying came from, Hehe!
I do love writing the blog; it may help or slow down dementia. I’m struggling to get words out sometimes. Leaving the tap running, not locking the door, leaving lights on, forgetting appointments etc. And anything new, particularly with the computer, time schedule, forgetting I’ve got summat cooking, what day it is!
By gum that got the memory going, Doug – vicissitude. Not used that word for years… I will again now you’ve reminded me, though. Cheers!
Thanks.
No hot water? That’s a sorry state of affairs. BP is inching up their again. Great moonshot. Happy Richard was better. Great looking meal.
Tis a state, mate. The third engineer called, it is still not as hot as usual, but I’ll cope with it; I can have a shave later today – Hurrah!
No rain for three days on the trot; it’s unnatural.
Careful with that razor.
Wilco-Roger, Tim.
Back again now, Tim!
excellent.