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Most of the day, I was concerned about the banking mystery
I got three voice messages over the first hour or so of my escaping the questionable pleasure of the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickening beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, Harold-Haemorrhoids-testing, food residue-collecting, fall-outable off, rusty, catheter-tube squashing recliner.
But I could not hear what was being said, and I missed most of it, especially as they were reading out telephone numbers that I had to dial.
Then another one came, which cleared the phone of the earlier ones, and I had no idea how to get them back again!
At this point, I thought I’ll wait until a Carer came, and I asked for help – hoping it would be . It wasn’t; I think the lad has either left the job, fallen poorly or is fed up with my moaning? Hehehe!

Then, Carer (I think) it was, who arrived). Or was it Carer Charly. I can’t recall which came first now. With the fretting over the bank account being frozen… nothing else mattered for a while.
Then, a telephone call came in!.
After a while, trying to understand the man, who said he was from the bank and was concerned about some outgoing and needed to check them. It was from America; where the two big amounts came from?
They had cancelled my account and will send me a new card in a few days’.
They think that I’ve been frauded, scammed, got at, whatever.
At the back of my Doreen Dementia mind, I was thinking, is this chap a scammer or really from the bank? Either way, he somehow convinced me that he was… he did not ask for any numbers or figures anyway = well, not that I can remember. No one to help me now; Carer Kara is away, and she can’t reset the shopping details… I rang off, but it was afterwards that I realised I’d got an order arriving from Asda and Ocado – will I get them or not with the card being suspended, whatever you call it… withdrawn?
I tried to make an amendment to the Asda order. To see if the card was still active – it let me add a couple of things, but at the checkout, it wouldn’t let me! I checked on the numbers I’d put in earlier and tried again…
Nope, no good. So I’ll not be getting the food then.

I can’t recall seeing the fridge so barren of food. Not that it mattered; I’ve got tons of canned food and nibbles all over the flat. Hahaha!
I mentioned to Carer Charly on her next visit, and she said she’d bring some bread in for me late tomorrow. Bless her!
I’ll try not to mention this again. Thought I’d get it out of the way.
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Not many photos were taken. Just not interested for hours and hours I was trying to get my head around and settled over the banking mess. No shave again, not showering. I must drink!

This is the 2nd check colour.

Took this immediately after getting off the phone for the second time… I was more than concerned. So many possible different outcomes that may mature. Talking of mature… I must check the dates on the food in the fridge… Silly me! There are only strawberry desserts in there.

I was weeing well. Although I can’t take any credit doe it. At least fifteen emptying sessions twixt 15:00 to 19:00hrs!

Only the safe sun-setting shots here…

I took these over about half an hour.

To the left…

To the right…

Higher up. ahead.

Higher still…

Even though dour, it looks beautiful to me.

Last effort.

Nosh: At last!

Canned thick vegetable soup. Canned potatoes cut up and added. Seasonings; BBQ, sea salt, liquid smoke, basil, soy-bacon bits and a good dollop of some excellent tomato passata.

An oven-cooked baton of bread. Two pots of dessert – well, one of them was on its last eat-by-date.
Carer Cheeky Charly called. We had no to use. Chemist & District nurse communication problems?

Zzzz!