INCHIE: Sunday April 9th 2023

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Well done, you overpaid, useless, namby-pamby Parole Boarders!
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If you could (A heavenly thought) punish a Patrol-Boarder?

For their virtually committing murder,

By releasing killers over and over…

To murder again, with no discomfiture…

Absolved from blame, yet ever guiltier!

This ode might get even sarkier!

Relatives of those killed, when again another murder…

… despise Boarders, but the prisoners revere!

It’ll get no better in the future…

Freed scum will continue to kill and injure,

Innocent preventable deaths, howsoever…

Will their ‘do-as-they-like’ party ever be in danger?

I think not; HMG protected, I’ll wager!

When can we expect their next deadly blunder?

They ought to each be jesters, not jauntier,

Kill an innocent child, no prosecution, no matter!

The reason for the Boarders’ stupidity, the real coercer?


Males can drink-drive, women go into prostitution…

Money, HMG Protection from prosecution…

Get paid an absolutely ridiculous remuneration,

To keep these Patrol boards, just one justification…

Save HMG cash; too many in the houses of correction!

Too costly to feed, then? Thought about cannibalisation?
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Guess who woke up thinking it was Monday? Not necessarily me, but it was.
A session on the Porcelain Throne first. After getting the ablutions tended to, a second session on the Throne. Made a brew and got myself ready for Carer Richard. I’d some of his favourite treats prepared; then, as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I thought he was a bit late… and checked the time on the computer… noticed the day was Sunday. I’m quick yer know!
On the first day-bag, emptying was a good colour again!
An up-and-down, in-and-out-of-it sort of day again. Mentally.
My meandering from one subject, task or thought stream to others; and getting confused beyond belief was there again all day.
Different degrees of Thought-Storms, they never went away.
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Another bad night for sleep. However, did I let myself get down over it? No! Late, around 07:00hrs, I almost bounded out of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, whipped off the delivered yesterday night bag, did a few push-ups and toe touching, started yodelling Frank Ifield’s ‘She Taught me how to yodel’, slung open all the windows and doors, shouted a welcome to the sun trying to get through, and then woke-up for real!
acci-whoop: It took me half an hour to get the night bag off of the day bag. I dropped the night bag, but it didn’t burst, but the valve shot open. So I bent down without thinking to get it in the bowl before there was a scented pong of wee-wee on the carpet. acci-whoop: , and got the bag and fell back down in the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. Knocking over the spring water bottles and mobile phone onto the floor.
This is when I spotted that I must have done some nocturnal nibbling. Just two empty Cheesy-Curl bags today. I’m getting much better: Thursday 6, Friday 5, Saturday 4, and today just 2! As I emptied the rubbish bin, I found that one bag had two more screwed up inside. I think that Alto-Ego was trying to fool me? Hehe!

The was used before getting my ablutions done. Solid as a rock, one piece, bloodied torpedo-like deposit ejected – eventually! Then it took me ages to get the WC tank refilled. I have to hobble to the kitchen, fill the wee-wee bucket with water, and get back and deposit the aforesaid water into the tank. Not an easy job having to carry the walking stick on one arm, in case or should come on suddenly, to avoid any spillages and hours lost to clean it up!
The went pretty well. Teeth bleeding, just one tiny nick shaving, and the usual bother with , well, the bleeding wasn’t a problem, but the pain and getting it to stop it was. I did notice that the face on my left leg that the water-spouting papules left, we now unrecognisable. Shame!

Got deodorised, Brut splashed on, and I did the rest of the sorted and went to make a brew.
I did consider having the giant can of Casserole. But remembered as ~I looked at it how wickedly terrible it tasted. So I didn’t. Not my cup of tea… I mean, it’s not a cup of tea, I know; I meant I didn’t like it. Or something like that?

Ah, I missed this photo. I took it as the night bag was attached.
Why, you ask? I’ve no idea, I reply.

Carer Rahmat arrived. She identified the urine as grade 4 from the photograph. She also made the second call of the day.

Aha, got the computer to take the photos again.
These were from the water-carrying to refill the non-woking Nottingham City Homes one in the flat. Which makes a change from the water-sprouting papules on the left leg – Hahaha!)

This is the Water tank on the WC.
Which had to be filled up three times today. Not that it bothered me in the slightest, of course.
This shot shows the bottle of Brut – Splash it all over.
Can anyone remember the advert done for these by my6 hero Henry Cooper? That’s what he said; Splash it all over!
It still smells the same.
I may not be able to walk very well, hear or see very well, but I can still smell. (In more ways than one) Hehe!

I got the veg soup and added some beetroot and garden peas later. Made some soya with gravy, then added it. It’s in with the veg now.

Amazing clouds this early evening.
They look almost painted in the sky, in mono.

Sister Jane rang, terrible reception. Lost her signal in the end, and I rang her back. Carer Carolynne arrived. She knew there weres no Codeines available. I showed her the new tablets for reducing the size of the Prostate… and them being morning only one a day for 56 days. We had a little mini-chinwag, and off she trotted.

Looking glum out. Not that it’s all joy inside.
That includes my brain, mind, hearing, and eyesight. Things ain’t good!

I cut some more potatoes up… all gone now; to add to the lamb and vegetable soup later. Got them in the oven after spraying them with olive oil.

Checking on the spuds, I took this snap of the car park below.
It looked like we had an escapee on the run in the white car. Hehehe!
Must get the nosh sorted early, before the last Carer calls and tackle the job of attaching  to the . That limits my mobility even more.

The pouch had filled up suddenly quickly? So I got it emptied.
Within an hour or so, it was even fuller?
So that was also emptied out, and the bucket was emptied and disinfected.

Got the potatoes checked. Turned up the heat. they were not cooking fast at all. This was due to me not turning up the heat high enough. It could happen to anyone.

Turned off the computer, watched TV for 20 minutes and then got the nosh sorted out.
It was, I thought at the time, worth all the effort and input in creating this feast for myself.
Took me ages to eat it all, but I did. Very tasty. Flavour Rating: 8.6/10.
But sadly, I fell asleep after eating the bowlful and didn’t eat the yoghurt & lemon curd that I made up. Tsk!

arrived, as I had just finished the feasting. She attached the night bag and the medications served up (Well, at least those that we had in stock; the chemist seems to be withholding some for some reason or other? It would be easier to permutate the square root of 21.8% of 2⅘ divided by 17.335 than get your prescriptions from Carrington Pharmacy!) We had a little natter.  I anticipate I’ll snuff-it within a week. If anyone would like to sue the chemist, Doctor and anyone else involved, in failing to supply my medical needs, please free, please do. I’d hate to snuff it without thinking there would be trace, an iota of a chance of my killers getting knobbled for it. I seem in an odd mood here… I was!


Dad used to say “There’s always hope”,
It depends on how you cope…
Go for it, don’t just grope!
And always use carbolic soap!
You’ll not understand this, your a dope!
With brain like a teinoscope.
Did I understand this? Not a hope!

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