26 | June | 2023 | Inchie Today

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05:30hrs, I woke up. (Well, it seemed a good idea?)
Seeing the night pouch at my feet, a got the Kodak from the ottoman and took this photograph. A bit colourful.
The was needed already, so I rose and checked my balance. And pleased that the left leg has gone down considerably fluid-wise. And for the moment at least, there were none of the tingling sensations that can be a forewarning that the leg is going into shutdown. Grrreat!
I grabbed the , and I carefully hobbled to the wet room. I decided en route, I may as well do the as well.

05:50hrs: The first task completed was a Mega , against the trolley wheels. Of course, I smiled and laughed it off in my usual mature, manly manner. No cursing, crying or swearing whatsoever.
Teeth and nose hygiene first. A bit of blood from the teeth, as is to be expected with so many of them breaking apart and coming out. Not that there’re many left now. The nasal sprays did a good job.
Then the risky one… shaving! With so many scars and bloblets of dried blood all over, somewhere I can’t get to see them, I was sure the blood would soon flow. I took a break then from cleaning things and utilised the .

was back in control again. What a stinking gooey phooey dollop evacuated. I felt more was due, and got the crossword book out, and I was right. Five minutes and 2 clues solved later, a second coming arrived. This one was the same stink and orangey-brown colour, but it topped up the bowl with almost shredded bits!

Then the pleasure of the week! I did not need to fetch water from the kitchenette sink to refill the water tank! Mind you, still wasn’t happy with it. Mind you, after four tumbles, I suppose she has a right?
I came across a new bruise this morning. No pain from it at all? Back to the ablutioning, well, to the soothing medicationalisings.
Olive oiled the ears. Creamed up poor .
The showering went well, better than I’d hoped… until I slipped as I stood in the bowl to soak my feet,, and hit my left knee on the tiles. On leaving the shower, I Phorpained gelled the large (but not as big as it was yesterday) left knee for .

Drying off, I rushed a bit, and forgot about the blood lumps on my head, which I was aware of and careful when shaving and showering – but not with the towelling! Hehe!
Tided the room up and hastened to make a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
Took it to the computer with me and got it on- not the tea, the computer.
I had the regulation allowed four cookies, well dunked in the strong, tasty tea.
Booted up the computer and was replying to some emails, when…
only five minutes later; I waited for 20-minutes, but the oligarchs who are in charge of , and fully own

Yet again, Virgin Media deemed it fit to cut off the signal to Sherwood in Nottingham. It’s a good job that I’m an understanding man, and have no links to the Mafia! Mind you, Mr Fries, the $26 million, with guaranteed bonuses, and an open-ended expense account, the salaried boss at looks like a Mafia type himself?
It came back on, and I was so pleased that I lost eight of the photographs through not being able to save them as the wonderful financial-escamotaging, number-illusionists, take the piss out of its customers. Not that they will be bothered in the slightest. They either own or have an investment in, part own, every other internet supplier in the UK.
Not that it bothers me, really.

The signal did better this time; it lasted about 10 minutes! Well done to Mr Smoke & Mirrors’ financial jiggery-pokery expert, Fries. I did not mention money laundering, you note!

Carer Chris arrived. He did the eye drops, then the medicationing, and then, after the regulation five-minute wait, the drops.
I took his BP, pulse and temperature. I can report him as being in good working order. Hehehe!

Took me three hours, but I got the Saturday blog done and was about to set up the email with the links, and , led by Herr Fries, did it again.

I went out on the balcony and spotted the mudslide at the end car park was down to a narrow trickle. Just thought I’d mention it.

I went to the other end balcony window and sadly saw another ambulance had come to collect one of our oldies.

25 minutes later, I was still waiting for the oligotrichically infested money manipulators and their internet to return online. Getting wee’d of with this!

I was sat sitting here, inwardly cursing and dreaming of getting my own back on the cruel, inept, uncaring, superior, snotty, profit-mad .

I was just plotting little dreams of their deaths, and as the sweat came down my cheeks from the head, I wiped it off quickly with a kitchen towel. I’d knocked another of the top of the head globules of blood.
Even if (although I can guarantee they won’t), stayed on for the rest of the day, I’ll never get this done today! .

Oligarchs, conjurational, distortional, fact and, figure-blurrers , all in the good name of profit, and pretend-profit, investments and their aim of ruling the financial world (And the way they are manipulating things now, I believe they are capable of doing so!)

Suddenly the darkness fell, around teatime. I was sure that the rain was going to come tumbling down.
I was wrong, of course. Within ten minutes, the sun was glazing down. The photos I took of the blazing sun seem to have escaped the Kodak SD card and floated off into the ether? All a part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, to get me rattled.

I got some of the Asda potato chunks out of the freezer. They are making them multi-coloured now, it seems. One was cream, brown, green and black? Another, black & beige, Hehe!

I made and ate, just the potatoes.
With some salt and the last of the vinegar. I would have had some peas and bread with it, but I could not find the can opener, and I’ve run out of bread. Huh!
Well, yes, I do!

Carer Florence arrived.
She had her first time with the new eye drop procedure and coped well with it, bless her.

Oligarch experts cocked it up again!

Took a shot of the amazing changing sky from the kitchen. Then another.
From a higher perspective. Being the type of person I am, which is a , I had a feast of searching and finding things in the last picture! Complete faces, some with necks and ears, tubers… there were more, but I can’t see them now.

The last caller arrived and woke me up, not that it matters. Carer Richard, he was so tired looking and weary, bless him. Told me I said the wrong thing about the eye drops yesterday, which is likely to be right, I’m in such pain at the moment, and so confused.

Although I cannot remember taking this photograph, I assume I did a bit of sleepwalking covered by a ? But this morning, well, afternoon now, by, the time I got around to updating this blog, I enjoyed a bit of with it.