INCHIE: Tuesday 25th July 2023 – Accifauxpas & Whoopsiedangleplops!

“That’ll be £85.25 and £255 delivery, M’am!”
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The urine was a smidgen darker this morning.

It seems we had some heavy rain last night?
Close-up of the mini mudslide,

The sky looked as if it may have more rain to send.

As it lightened up, I went onto the balcony to have another search for something worth photographing.
Taking this shot accidentally as I tripped over the step getting out of the room.
I take better photos by accident than the others? Hahaha!
An early morning car-washing tenant out there. Shaking his car’s carpets, doing a thorough job. Is he selling it?
The car cleaner was still at it after I’d visited the wet room for the & duties. Excellent parking on the grass from the white van, man.

I had a look at the NHS Falls Team advice booklet.
Had to use the spy-glass to read the wording.
Exercises page above. If I can find the time, I’ll give this a go.
More advice in a safe environment.
With supplying me with the odd , & disorientating me, supported by the effective bone dislodger  & often with agony giving suddenly giving way without warning, I think the chances of this advice being effective are minimal. Look at the last bad tumble, where I spent four hours laying on the floor… that one was due to, I think, the leg just mentally disappeared. In an instant, it wasn’t there, and as I went backwards and landed on the deck, there was no pain from the leg at all… for a few minutes, then the brain got the message from the dying neurotransmitters, and the agony began. 
Reduce Your Risks! Hehe!
Getting tired now; hard to read the mini-print.
Getting Up From A Fall.
I could see the pictures enough to know I had been doing something right, at least in how I struggled to get back up from each tumble. But I use the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, cause its solider to use to haul me elephantine body up from the floor. I say easier; it’s the only way! Of course, if the fall occurs at the door, I have to crawl on my hands and knees back through the hallway into the computer room, which usually entails , messy! And/or poor being set off! In my efforts crawl to utilise the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner, to get back upright and recover.

Dreadfully slow, but up to now, it had gone down only once! I blogged on and off for many hours… with…

Going down just once!

But was in a different mode this time!
Little messy squirts, with gaps of up to three minutes and another dollop of splattering… repeatedly!
I couldn’t concentrate on the crossword at all. Hehe!

Got the nosh sorted early.Soy mince, beetroot, tomatoes, onions, potatoes and garden peas!
Wholemeal bread thins and a strawberry dessert were enjoyed as well. Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10. I seem to have found my appetite once again. Got the pots washed and went to freshen up.

The left leg had blown up, and a bruise appeared from nowhere and started to kick off? And gave me a few worrying moments. What next? Don’t answer that!

I olive-oiled the earholes and dropped the bottle, which landed on my .
To round off this little series of , I lost my balance getting the fresh PPs on…
On the way to the wet room floor, I tugged foolishly at the shower curtain, the plastic clips holding the curtain on the rail pinged and shot all over the place, and the curtain covered my horizontal body…
What made me think that a flimsy thin plastic curtain would help stop me from falling?
I spent hours gathering the hooks and getting the curtain back on the rail, but two clips were missing. I spent more time searching for them, to no avail.
Naturally, a man of my calibre took it all in my stride; I even laughed about it to myself. I think I gained another bruise or two on my rump. I thought about taking a blind shot of my rear end but thought better of it.

We’ll see if it works & sleep arrives.

4 thoughts on “INCHIE: Tuesday 25th July 2023 – Accifauxpas & Whoopsiedangleplops!

    • Thanks, Tim.
      The feral cats drink from the mudslide, Tim. One dog plays in the water – hisowner tries to stop him, but the dogs is having such fun. Hehe! Squirrels, seagulls and rats drink from it too.
      The guide supplying was belated, but unreadable without the spy-glass.
      My appetite is returning. Those battered balls are great done in the air-fryer!

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