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A Day with a Difference
Well, several! The usual confusion and misunderstandings were rife – as expected. But today, there was an almost carefree attitude… a feeling of whatever I do, it ain’t gonna go right, so why bother? So, for an hour or so, I didn’t have that cloud of clumsiness and depression lingering over me.
Naturally, as is almost guaranteed, (it is, of course), Mr Fries’s mob at Liberty-Global Virgin Media, assured me of spitting blood, and hatred-urging, loathing and cursing at their incapabilities to get internet service to me.
When I got home from the bank, I rushed and got back onto the blog catching up. Four hours later (now), I have just got it back on again, after SIX sickening service severances, that cost me time, as with no Liberty-Global Virgin signal, I could not save any of the work I’d done and had to do it all again.

Malignance, dislike, execration, and revulsion flowed from my brain, and loins, for the Liberty-Global, and its smoke & mirrors, money-manipulating, camouflaged-dealings, mere façade, ulterior-motivated $24m salaried Mr Fries.
And a spot or two of jealousy, of course.
I wish him no harm, heart attack, being assassinated, poisoned, ran over with a steam roller, or electrocuted (preferably in an electric chair), nor any undeserving ill-will.
He’s got the Liberty-Global oligarchs financially contaminated with Vodafone, Three, BT & EE as well. Plus, Dutch, German and French internet companies. Hence my mentioning an ulterior motive that must be in his plans? The only benefit for me is when the end of the world comes, forecast for November 3rd this year, he will be sick to death at the thought of his billions being unable to go with him to heaven. (Or possibly Hell) Where I, will not be sorry at all after the misery, pain and money Liberty-Global have cost me.
I hope to see him at St Peters’s gate – I will larf!
Just a few random thoughts on the subject!

06:00hrs: Woke, Struggled, but took the night pouch off of tackle.
The colour of the urine was very pleasing and light, within the NHS colour charts ‘Healthy Wee’ scale chart!
The mind engaged early today. And I sat there pondering on the timing of the appointment at the bank, had I arranged a lift? Worked out the timing, passed some wind and acknowledged that the was needed… but not urgently, so considered the things I needed to take with me to the bank. Then realised I needed a good scrub-up and shave, freshening and certain delicate areas were in need of some medicationalisationing.
So, I escaped the confines of the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, grotty-looking, rickety, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, acne-giving, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, and whistling merrily , waltzed off to get the tended to. Other than a few extra nicks shaving, and, I’m afraid, , things went very well, with the ablutioning!
But not so, with the struggle on the .
was in charge for the third day. Firmly, solidly and damned painfully!
I spent an awfully long time trying to urge things along but ended up just sitting there awaiting things to start off…
The two evenly sized bloodied torpedoes, when they did nudge their way out, double-plonked into the WC, and I felt the splashes hit my bottom. Huh! I’d just cleaned that as well! Hehehe! So I cleaned things up again and then feared the trek into the kitchen to get four buckets of water to use, as Nottingham City Homes maintenance does not consider it an emergency, and will not arrive to mend it until 7th July, 3 months after it was first reported. Yet, fetching and carrying the water to the W.C. tank didn’t seem to upset anywhere near as usual. Naturally, I expect to pay for this in some other way later. And I did!
The IV bruise on the back of the right hand had faded a lot. Drying my back with the towel I hit that hand against the sink, I hardly felt it at all.

I got the PPs & trousers on without much hassle. Carer Kara came. And kindly spent a minute or two checking that I’d got things in hand for the bank visit. Bless her!

After she departed, I got the paperwork, and notes written for me in the bag in the 3-wheeled-walker. I was hoping that Carer Chris would arrive at the flat to help me with the shoes, but he didn’t show. I assume he’ll meet me in the lobby. Pleased to see I still had a good stock of soda water and spring water. I’m drinking a minimum of 3 bottles a day now. Gathered the things, ready in the trolley in the hallway, then checked on the stove and taps to make sure I’d turned them all off – which I had. Another .

Got down in the lobby to await Carer Chris and The EasyLink lift. The EasyLink lift was due at 14:00hrs. Chris arrived at 14:05hrs, and the lift at 14:15hrs. I could not close the velcro on the shoes, and they were uncomfortable, not to mention a little dangerous for tripping; so I asked Chris to do them up for me straight away. Which he did.

We mounted the EasyLink bus. Two other people on board to be dropped of en route, no problem, we had plenty of time. Although I got a smidge, I’ll say uncomfortable in the area.
I enjoyed the trip, actually, despite the pain from a now angry . My how the City Centre has changed since my last outing there. Amazing how quickly new flats have been built for the students. I wonder if they get plumbers that take 12 weeks and are in agony? Hahaha!

We arrived at the bank, but it didn’t look like a bank. No cashiers at all? The few staff I saw all looked mega-depressed to me.
The meeting was weird to me. I think that my having a mini while in the room, convinced the banker that I was a wanker, and all following communications were between Carer Chris and the man. Couldn’t hear a word of what was being said.
As far as I know, or understand; they are going to send me paper statements. I have to ask Carer Kara to go to or phone the bank? I hope Carer Chris got it all down.
‘s Performance left me a little unsteady, but I’ve had a lot worse.
When we left we had a good while to wait for the lift home. So we went into the M&S food store, I was convinced they would have some Borscht on sale. But, no!

Back to Davies Road to the pick-up point. A long wait. During this, I took a photo of Carer Chris. A good-looking, tall, young lad. Makes you sick! Har-har!

He took the camera to take a comparison photo of both hands. As you can see, the IV-bruised right hand is markedly different to the left. It’s healed now; no pain.

He then took a photo of yours truly.
I said; I don’t look 98 years old, do I?.
He replied… ‘Oh Yes!’ Hahaha!.

It seemed an age before the lift arrived.
But, it was sunny and warm.
When it did arrive, we were soon on the way… Picking up two chaps en route, and dropping them off en route.
Not sure what time we got back. I really must get around to buying some watch batteries ASAP!

Chris scuttled off back to his local duties, and I got back in the flat and hastily emptied pouch. Just in time, Phew!

Got on the computer to start this blog. (12 hours ago now) within minutes; A-Bloody-Gain!
This lasted for around about fifteen minutes

Ten minutes after it had restarted. It went off yet again!
I lost some of the photos I’d taken from the SD card, so, when it did start, about ten minutes later, the work had been saved. Once again, I had to repeat tasks I’d already done, which cost even more time! This time it seemed to be working a little slower, though. I was pressing on… after another ten minutes…
Down it went!
Along with my enthusiasm. My hatred of Liberty-Global, Fries, and Virgin Media, did not go down; it grew!

I had to do another close-down without being able to save the work done. All turned off, then unplugged Liberty-Globals router box, or whatever it’s called, unplug it, give it a few minutes, then, I replugged it, press the box reset button, and waited and prayed…
In between cursing Liberty-Global, Fries and Virgin Media, I emptied pouch again…

Carer Chris arrived, I asked him to confirm the decisions that were made at the meeting. I’m not sure what he said; what’s going on here? Am I going bonkers?

Aha, a mistake, an error surely… no, it’s right; Liberty-Global Virgin Media was back online! I try to rush to get things done before it went down again.
Five minutes later…
Came back on its own this time. I’m worried about Liberty-Global’s boss, Fries. Coming back on, on its own? He may have a heart attack. Though I suspect he had nothing to do with the running of the business, how it runs, how bad it is, etc.

Yes, 20 minutes later, it was back to the normal shitty Liberty-Global Virgin rubbish again! I’m running out of expletives for this company and boss.
It was back on again 18 minutes later. And stayed on for over two hours! Honestly!

Carer Chris did his last call, adding the night pouch to . I forgot to ask, and he forgot to put some of the Phorpain Gel on my rear end to counter the pain from ever-present
I was getting so tired, weary and frustrated. But continued with this blog.
I stopped to put some gel on my back; not easy; it probably causes as much pain as it relieves with my stretching to reach the affected area.
I took this rather nice photograph of the evening scene. Amazing how it shows up with a brown hue. Cause to my eyes, it looked blue? But it’s still a lovely view.
Well, fancy that!
Still, I wouldn’t give up.
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Uneducated. A smidge on the thick side physically as well as mentally.
Ten minutes or so later, it returned… Note I do not say; Ten minutes or so later Liberty-Global Virgin Media and Fries got a signal to Nottingham… I said that wrong and lost the effect of my sarcasm there – I’m so tired.
04:30hrs now. Took this snap of the early morning view. Not a good one, but what can I do?
I decided to get my head down, won’t be for long; the Carer will be shortly due!
A superior effort this one was.
Getting done to reach the wounded digit, wipe and cream, then gauze on it; was probably as painful as the initial toe stub was!
Still, yer can’t win ’em all!

For sanity, another blow,
How does Inchie do it, though?
It’s a mystery, as you may know,
Not bright; he’s a little slow!
But, he’s such a nice fellow…
And, he hit his hammertoe!

Then the bank sent this email. It confused the already confused Inchie, a bit.

05:30hrs: I’ve been up for one hell of a time. Got up at 06:00hrs… made the meal at 06:00 the next day… have I been up and angry with Liberty-Global’s failures for 2 hours then?

The meal was welcome.
Taste Rating of 8.2/10, despite falling asleep eating it and making a mess all over the dressing gown, my chest and the chair…

What a long, lugubrious, almost hallucinatory day it’s been.

Keep Your Pecker Up!