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!”

Nice messy ode. You might want to do an ode to the day in the life of a tubed and crippled Inchie. Did you know that to treat a venomous snake, you get it to crawl into a tube, which immobilizes the snake so it can’t bite you while you’re messing with it? It’s called “tubing a snake.” In your case, it’s the opposite by putting the tube inside, but it achieves the same effect of immobilizing your snake, rendering it useless.
At least you got some excellent sky shots, parking lot pictures, and bloody bag images. The meal looks right decent, also.
Hahaha! It’s still leaking the red stuff, used up all of the Daktacort ointment now, Tsk!
Would ‘An Ode to the Intubated Crippled Inchie’ do the trick, Tim?
I’ve not even started on today’s blog yet, gonna be a short one methinks.
I’m cutting back of the catheter shots, it’s too painful a subject today
Well, I might…
Cheers, Sir.
“An Ode to the Intubated Crippled Inchie” is a perfect ode.
I’ll see if I can muster one up for Monday, Tim. Hehe!
Cheers