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06:30hrs: After a much better night, only jumping a maximum of five times, I stirred and took a wee-wee.
Went to get the kettle on and took this photograph of the morning view. Not very good, is it?
Then the Porcelain Throne visits began. Over the first hour, I had four trips to the , all little, watery, messy and stinky. And another three visits to the wee-wee bucket. What an hour that was! Almost tired myself out and thought of getting my head down again!

But, me being the heroic, dedicated, conscientious young man that I am, I pressed on with jobs that needed doing.
I made up some waste bags. Made a brew of Glengettie tea, and I put the computer on, which told me it was -2°c in Nottingham.

came in, and I was glad to see him. Told home of wee-weeing and Throne visits taken. The lad was yawning energetically. (Well, it was the end of his shift, bless him)
We had a natter about this, that and the other. He put the three letters I’d got yesterday in the Carers folder. He’ll try to sport put someone to try and get the lift arranged for the Doctors visit for me. A good lad is Richard.

After he’d gone, I had the growing of its own accord, and the bladder pains burst out again, but only when I stretched or bent and got up after sitting down. Then, after all, we’d spoken about, I got the . At the same time, the was needed, and I didn’t get there in time!
Another mess to clean up and bag things. I had gone from an appreciative of getting some sleep when I woke up – to a… what can I say?
continued. How am I going to get out to get some money from the hole-in-the-wall thingy?

Going to have to fo into shorthand here; it’s already 17:00hrs. A lot to get done yet.
I’ll have to skip through. Take it that the wee-wees and Throne visits just kept coming.
arrived, she tried to call the 111 lines to ask for advice about bladder problems but could not get anyone. Bless her for trying.

Liberty-Global Virgin Media’s internet went down for a while. Hard to believe, I know… Huh!

Well, another good one for the record.

Arrived. We had a little natter… Well, I did. Hehe! Gave me the evening medications.

Visit number eight was taken.
This time, I managed to avoid any naughty, messy, annoying, angst-making, and costly time-consuming .

Around 1740hrs, I went to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea. The view of the evening sky forced me to fetch the Lumix camera, and I concentrated as best I could on taking some shots of the amazing sky on offer. Here they are… The first two were taken five minutes before the last three. Bootiful!

Time to get some food sorted out before ‘Heartbeat’ comes on the TV, so I can watch it while I dine.
When I got o n the kitchen, I found I’d left the mug of Thompson’s Punjana on the counter, and it had gone cold. !
I think I was a smidge contented with the pictures coming out so well, for once, and forgot all about the brew.

I got a vegan pastie and a ‘beef slice’ in the oven, I’ll have some BBQ sauce with them, mayhaps. And two pots of the Soya lemon yoghourt. With me having made the cock up with the Asda order and getting two loads in two days, I have a lot to get through. I’d laugh if I didn’t feel

I tucked into the belated meal.
The potato Rostis was the highlight of the feast. Crispy on the outside and soft within. Gorgeous tasting!
Especially with being dipped into the BBQ sauce with each bite of them. Two bites a Rosti!
The Vegan mince and gravy slice was very nice too. The veg pastie was not so good. So a taste rating of 7/10 was given.

I had to fight not to fall asleep when washing all the things up.
Got down in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, squashing, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.

But not for long. chimed out, and in came my Saviour . I fear I was not in a fully receptive state (Half-asleep) but do recall that the first thing Richard did was to hand me a loaf of sliced wholemeal bread!
How kind a gesture from the lad.

Handed me the Peptac medicine and asked if I felt I needed a Paracetamol, which I think I declined. He checked the taps and stove and was on his way; bless him.

I felt sure I’d get a decent kip in. I should have known better!
Back to the nod-off – waking up with a jerk, nod-off – waking up with a jerk, nod-off – waking up with a jerk, nod-off – waking up with a jerk, nod-off – waking up with a jerk… Grrr!