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From waking up, until writing this rubbish, there were no ins & outs of mental stability, awareness, keenness, determination or wayward involvement where I found I had to spend time gathering myself together to continue with whatever I was doing.
This was because I was constantly ‘out of it’, all data long!
Anything and almost everything that was go-wrongable – went so!
Not that I was particularly aware of it at the time. Undoubtedly, Mind-Blanks limit any chance of a total recall. As far as of now; I can recall;
I know (I think)  up to now, the Porcelain Throne visits numbered five. With only two evacuations managed. Constipation Conrad!
I know I had some wonderful help when the food order arrived in getting it put away. Thank you, Carer!
I took a tumble getting the bowl of water to refill the non-filling WC tank on the last failed-to-pass visit. No injuries.
Then when getting the meal prepped, after getting the potatoes from the crock-pot, cut them up and put them in the saucepan. I was washing the mint-covered pot and thought I heard someone in the other room, so I went to take a look… It was the NCH Homes control room alarm response, asking if all was okay; they had got a signal alarm from my water detector. Checked again that there was no water on the floor and told the lady. Then went back to have a Sherlock Holmesian investigation.
ADOPTED
I FOUND NOTHING WET ON THE FLOOR?
Presuming that as I tipped the water out of the pot, some may have splashed offer the edge of the sink.
Then, tumble number two: A smidgen more serious,  this one, clouted the back of my head as I went down onto the wet room wall. A bit of a job getting to the recliner to get back up.
A massive blank about what happened or didn’t, or shouldn’t have gone on for about three hours. I did mention these to the Mental Health Nurse, but she seemed unconcerned.
It’s so late now, and I~’ve only just started on this blog, so it’ll be a few photos and owt I can remember about each one.

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Pouch.

Rain from the kitchen window.

Early morning tatties into the crock-pot.

Food Delivery.
Fridge not too full?
Fancy tomatoes.

After the second tumble.

A little tip here…
Take care when cutting up potatoes
to go in your soup.

Good colour.

Early evening rain spots starting.
The sun’s last view.

19:00hrs – Dour!
1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.

Going to get the nosh sorted now.
Back in the morning to catch up.
Well, I hope so!

Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk!
But it tasted grand! Flavour 6.9/10.

The late call Carer called (Tongue twister there?) and put the night bag on for me. No Codeines, but I had two Paracetamol. Tempted to have an Ibuprofen due to pains from Anne Gyna, but I resisted it.

I had to get up for the sixth visit to the .
Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit. 
Still, it was a bit of exercise for me.

When I eventually got the job done, I went in to check the taps and oven were not left on. All okay!

I looked out at the night sky – I was gobsmacked!
What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky.
Well, I liked it!

FELICITATIONS

May your luck bring beneficence,
Your actions include crapulence,
That you avoid any indigence,
You avoid hackers & their fraudulence,
Most of all, enjoy your flatulence!

Fare Thee Well!