Bad day again. Old Pains back. Catheter crippling Little Inchie. making his Fungal Lesion bleed again. The Mystery Rib Pains started again! Dizzy Dennis, balance shot to pieces, concentration not available. Eyes worse, the six weeks of Trotsky Terence in command of the Porcelain Visits seems to have come to an abrupt end.
I’ve not passed from the rear end all day! Just burnt my knee on the oven shelf while putting the food in the oven; during a most inappropriately timed Neuropathy Pete leg dance. Can’t find my mobile. send the top strap on the day catheter had fallen off – used sellotape. Not feeling too great. Stuffed painkillers down my throat all day.
Got up late, still well behind with the sleep.
Still, you don’t like to complain, does yer.
Morning views.
.
Mid-morning, tried again to get a photo
of the gulls.
or squirrel for lunch. Then the fighting
between them begins.
chilli, and added a can of beans; it should do me.
Arrived to medicate me and get the
She got the socks on my feet for me. We had a mini-nattering session, with laughs included. Good Medicine, Laughter Thanked her, and off she trotted, saying hose will see me later.
♫ Food, Glorious Food ♫ Prepared and served up
I’ve ordered some cobs from Iceland that are on offer. Sliced wholemeal with six in a bag, and three bags for £3, also 2×4 Wheatmeal long cobs. I reckon there will be room in the freezer to store them for longer.
Of course, Iceland is infamously known for their ‘None-In-Stock’ notifications on bread lines; that’s why I’ve ordered two types.
“May you go forth and have fun festivities frequently!”
