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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!