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INCHIES ODE OF THE DAY
He thinks this is one of his bestest ever?
Funny & ambiguous… I know, but he tries…
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I burst back into ersatz life, took off the night pouch, (Great colour!), I did one hundred press-ups while yodelling a welcome to the morning. Then a bit of shadowboxing, and ten minutes on the weights… 
I’ll try again… I wearily forced the eyelids open and saw it was 06:45hrs. With great reluctance, I began to edge my stiff aching torso towards the edge of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner. 
The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. 
Getting the 
night pouch off of the day bag has never been such a painful struggle.
I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting!
The beauty would soon be forgotten…
The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! 
. As well as an, 
or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the 
. What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word!
Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!
The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
I put the computer on, went for another 
controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the 
of 
to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.
Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted!
But then…
.
This time the oligarchical owned 
failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the 
guilty gits in charge of running both disasters!
I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide!
I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
No sooner had I changed to blogging…
So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana.
With the regular four cookies being dunked!
Still no sign of owned …
Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling. I’m not sure why…
But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…
As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I?
It may have been more. (And was later on!)
I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.
The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?
I’m fed up with moaning!
Another go at getting this blog started…
I surrendered to the
Nosh was prepared… then burnt…
I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!
The night Carer arrived and did me
Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food.
I wish I’d realised that an hour ago!
I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.
High in the sky
A little lower…
Down a smidgen
Nightie-Night Sunshine!
Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.
The second effort.
Veg soup with Borscht.
Unburnt potatoes with the
last of the Tear & share bread.
A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly.
By gum, I live well!
Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!
The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!
TTFNski!
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Or you may end up like this!.
Ah, well, Cheerio!