Inchies WordPress Prompt 1996 – Reply

Inchies WP Prompt 1996 Response

PROMPT:

If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

A shrewdly judicious, open-ended one this is.
Three people came to my mind in an instant.
But which one should I choose? Difficult!
One is my political hero, Nye Bevin.
Second is Comedic Hero, & author Spike Milligan.
Third, my Trad-Jazz Hero, Acker Bilk.

I lived during each one’s reign,
Nye Bevan NHS creator, easer of pain!

How many lives were saved by his excogitation,
He was a Politician and a true equalitarian!
His memory, to me, gets no condemnationing!

Spike, who fought depression,
His mind, like mine, was full of flustration!
His daft poems enthralled the nation,
His books, written with determination…
To free himself from frustration…
Candid, revealing all his reactions,
to the war he hated, showed his gumption.

Acker was a normal man, with dubitation,
Not interested in science or life’s equation,
A wage earner then came the German invasion,
From worker to soldier, a disruption…
Started his Trad-Band, played with cachinnation,
His solo Strangers on the Shore, brought fascination…
The first UK song to top both charts, UK & USA!

A down-to-earth man, there he did stay!

So, which do I opt for?
Will WordPress arrange for their ghosts to come to tea with me?
I’d love to see them all; give them mugs of Glengettie…
If it did happen, that would be a biggie!
I’d have the press come visit me…
We’d need bewitchment & alchemy?
Witchcraft?
Devilry? Sorcery?
No, it’s too confusing for me!

Why Can’t I Invite All Three?

Inchie: Thursday 13th July 2023

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I stirred into life, with bladder and tummy pains aplenty. I’d forgotten something last night… I was disappointed that I had failed to put on the flipping  night bag. Yet Again!
Hence the discomfort from the bladder. The day bag must have been close to its bursting point. I forgot to ask the carer to leave a bag out in the drip tray. I got it onto the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, non-working recliner. Had to get up and empty the pouch, but got my head down again.

Stirred once more at 05:00hrs. Well pleased with what little pain and aches I had in the legs. I decided to risk trying to get my slippers on for the first time in weeks. I took a snap with the Kodak before actually moving anywhere.
Nottingham Forest legs – Red & White. Hehe! Things seemed to be going well! So I made for the wet room to do me and to visit the Things went well!
Although had the advantage still.

Although I didn’t realise it then, I’d had four shaving cuts. Carer Kara noticed them later on. All on the neck.

Then… after such a good start, the hip started playing up again. Worries me a smidgeon that does. Just my remembering last week’s four tumbles in four days... the left leg and/or hip giving way being the leading cause of them all.
But none today yet, as I type anyway. Just a few scares when it seemed to feel like it was going, but a second later was back, just giving me the pain. Still, I’ll make myself a mug of tea for biscuit dunking, Glengettie, methinks…
, I had to hasten back to the wet room, and Carer Richard arrived as I entered the door limpingly. I muttered I was sorry but have to carry on.
The evacuation was different once again from ten minutes earlier. Not unusual, as Tom Jones sang.

A messy job that needed cleaning up!
Did the clean-up as fast as I could and went out to Richard.
He looked at the leg, and to my surprise, the right one had bloated up and gone red! Nothing like it was hewn I woke.
Also, I only had one of the prostate capsules left.

And none of the penicillin tablets at all.

He asked me to get the later carer to ring the Doctors.
Carer Kara said she’s ring them tomorrow for me.
She arrived just before noon and checked on the letters I’d received but had to go after she issued the eye drops, medications, and second Eye drops.

Email from Iceland.
Shortcake biscuits, soup to soak the bread in, no doubt with added Borscht and seasonings.
The fridge is now mega-filled!

Amazing afternoon clouds

Plenty of images were spotted in these two

Teatime view, nice!

Later, through the balcony windows.

Found the photo of yesterday’s meal, but today’s seems to have disappeared now!

Evening Care called, and I took two quick, ungood snaps of the sun setting. A close-up
Then a wider shot

I took a picture of the legs, ankles, feet…
And it came out in B&W?
Still, they looked better!

This was one of the best ‘Article-Item-Face’ finding pareidolia session photos of the year.
My first thought was the whole picture could be a map of Europe in the future. Obviously, France had either had a nuclear power station disaster (Or maybe a Brie cheese farm blew up), or Putin was still in charge in Russia and was attacking Europe? The wind was blowing Westwards, and Britain copped for a lot of fallout? The idea tickled me. Hehe!

Cheers, Each!

Inchie: Wednesday 12th July 2023

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Life is getting harder…
WordPress has stolen from my editor…
The swatch that permitted text colour!
Liberty-Global, the new owner…
Of the previously good Virgin Media,
Goes down regularly, more oftener.
I’ve contracted insanity & Arithmaphobia!
I’m becoming ever more toeier,
I’m likely a champion procrastinator.
And developing a worrying paranoia!

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Too dark in the night pouch!

Thought I’d do a photo tour of the massive flat.
The one and only front room,
balcony showing
Kitchenette
Mini Hallway.
Which I shot through in.
urgent response to the need
of the !
Where…
The carer fitted a

new day bag for me.

After the ablutions were done, I took a closer photograph of the state of the injuries accrued in the last fall.

Titivated the Nurse, Carers,
and delivery folk’s drinkies display.

Car park on Chestnut Walk.

Domestic Denise arrived and mopped the kitchenette for me.
Then with the same water, cleaned the wet room floor for me.
We managed a mini-natter as she filled in the paperwork.
Nice gal Denise is.

Another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasm, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind… The left foot seemed to be developing a picture on top of it. It looked so different to the one I took 6 hours ago?

Sun-Setting
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Can you see the ghostly white clouds above?
Do you see the face?
A wider shot, and it looks like a ghost’s skeleton to me?
Mayhap with w weapon in his left arm?
I do love the clouds.

Later on, before settling into the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable,  decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, creaking, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working, recliner, I nipped out with Kodak to take sky pics again.
The white area was still there, face with mouth open this time.

The strip of the last sunlight on the horizon.
I clearly recall seeing something in this one, worth mentioning -wise. (I think?) But cannot see it now, Humph!

I foolishly forgot to ask the last Carer who called, to attach the night bag for me and within a short time of sleeping, was full and backing up in the bladder. I painfully got up and put the night pouch on, without too much hassle, and slowly the pain from within the bladder eased, and I got back to sleep.

I vaguely recall dreaming something about me punting a punt, with a very attractive young lady with a sun hat on and an umbrella up… she would not answer my Good Mornings, just chose to ignore me.

That’s all I remember – Oh, the internet blackouts were better!

However…

TTFNski!