INCHIE TODAY: Monday 16th January 2023:

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Sorry again; lots of hassle and ailments today. Photos mostly.

Jolly Good Morning each… although that was not the case. Hehehe!

Catheter Problems.
Problems.

Caught out too slowly to get to

Morning view, first photo.

Car parking on Chestnut Way

Delivery arriving for someone

The carer, Jodie, tried to ring the Doctors for me.
No answer – She’ll try again later.

Dropped mug of Glengettie.
Luckily not much tea in it.
Started the
going again with the bending down to clean up.

The sun tried to come out for a while.
Knocked the knife box of of the kitchen shelf.
No damage or harm, other than when trying to pick them up.
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Starting to get dark early today.
Or is it me getting confused?

Where did I put the hearing aids?
Not that it mattered that much, they
were well passed their workable age.
Mind you, so am I. Hehe!

Had a job getting any of the collection of old
spectacles that would help me see as it
got darker. Ended up with a narrow reading
, but they are not working well this time.

Two teatime shots of the sun setting


Getting nosh done, I may return later, or
maybe in the morning..
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Yes, that seems more likely…
I’m feeling shattered!

Morning: Continued from Monday

I made start eating this great-flavoured nosh.

Carer Richard Arrived as I was tucking into it.
Got the meds sorted. A quick natter of what I cannot recall.

I get a lot of things that I cannot recall lately. Tsk!

Richard  .
I put the pots in the sink, and Richard helped me bag the waste

and took the bags with him as he left. I hobbled with him,
walking stick and night pouch with tubing, to the door
and locked the door after we’d said our farewells.

I . The usual routine, waking up often and falling
back to the land of nod with no bother.
At about 02:30hrs, I woke in a different style than all the others were; I was.
convinced a loud noise had woken me (Could have been me dreaming?)

I struggled up, got the night bag tubing in hand, put the light on, and had a look around the flat in every room. But there were n signs or indications of
anything untoward that may have woken me up?
Was it the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?.

Or mayhap Doreen Dementia toying with me?
A Nightmare or dream?
The late meal may have contributed…

Anyway, after I finished the search around, put my Deerstalker on the hook,
the spyglass and torch in the draw. I decided to stay up and get the
done.

Fare Thee Well!