Inchie Today: Thursday 22nd December 2022

£3 million A YEAR!

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Craig could see the light!

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03:30hrs: Stirred, passing wind, and rose from the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner; caught my balance, and off to the wet room, taking the extremely full looking NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket) with me for emptying and sanitising. Not an easy job when using the four-pronged Metal Mickey stick.

Not much to report today. It took me that long to get the things above done; it was almost tea-time by the time I got this part tackled – with few notes on the pad as well, as well.

Took a photo.

Got on with the updating of yesterday’s blog: a few more hours lost.

Pinterested some photos.
Makes a double cock-up of great magnitude on WordPress.
I sent the template to the bin in error for updating.
Somehow or other, I got it back.
About ten minutes later… I did it again. But could I work out how I got the other one back? No!
I toyed with risky actions taken, in hopes that were what I did earlier… but, No!
I then lost the template altogether!

Started again from scratch!

Then, as if you didn’t expect it:

Then arrived, looking weary after his four-day shift. I didn’t want to delay him; I was his last call.
Got the medications sorted and had a mini-waffling session.
Bade him farewell, wish Bing him a good rest.

It was all computing then when it came back on for many hours.

  arrived in a hurry.

More computing… well. more correcting and putting right mistakes than actual typing! Humph!
My Concentration was Zero at times. The mind is wandering… not a good sensation.

The Health Check did the taps, and oven checks gave me an extra Paracetomal. I asked him to help get my socks off and told him not to wear them again… Hehehe! Joking!

Tended to the Ablutionalisationings duties next.
An amazingly good session.

Back to the computer. Got the fodder in the oven on a low light and pressed on with this blog.

Make a meal, and back to the Porcelain Throne. This session was not so good, but I’ve had worse… Oh, the stink!

Turned off the computer.

Checked the nosh, and it looked ready.
Took a photo of it. never to be seen again… off into the ether it went. Huh!

Arrived and woke me up.
Got the meads sorted and had a mini-natter, taking the waste bag with him as he departed.


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