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I believe I’m slowly slithering more & more under the control of . No doubt about it!
At about 05:00hrs, I gave up trying to get any sleep or peace of mind, after the night long I’d suffered.
My first thought was the beauty of the morning sky, a comforting shade of blue, seeable from the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. And felt the need to photograph it – at the time all the reasons I took it were almost paramount in my mind.
A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
Concerned about the eye drops situation, though. When to stop taking them. The two months quoted after the cataract operation, finished tomorrow?
Ah, well on with the busy day’s tales.

The night bag colour was a five on the NHS guide.

I had a strong thirst for a mug of tea – so went into the kitchen and made myself a good strong mug of Glengettie.

But I had to let it get cold, as a sudden need for the arose abruptly.
A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of ruling the proceedings. A messy affair!
Also, although the evacuated product was almost straw-like, it took a lot of effort to get it to escape!

I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!

The left foot & ankle were looking better.

The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size.
It looked light the lights were on the right car.
But I think it might be a reflective covering?

The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think

On with the blogging photograph sorting

Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!

Carer Chris did the medicationings. And took the laundry bag. I put the carers chair cover on the computer chair.
As the big one was in the laundry bag.

It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.

The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it.
Then a message was left on the mobile. I was the foot lady telling me I’m expected at the salon to have the tootsies done… in fifteen minutes!
I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow.
Called to see Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina Warden Deana. And on the way back to the flat, I made a decision… well several! – Oh, yes, it can happen occasionally!

I would make a break for it and escape Woodthorpe Court’s Asylum! Here’s the plan I brewed up.

① The Doctor told me I could go to the chemist to get my flu jab. So it will be a trip on the bus down into Sherwood and the pharmacy, where I also planned…
② To get some batteries, anti-diarrhoea capsules.
③ Try to get some Borscht from the Ozan store.
④ Go to Haydn Road Cobblers and get a watch battery.
⑤ Call at the opticians to explain about the cataracts and my needing new spectacles.
⑥ Remembering, to take the Kodak Camera with me so I didn’t forget it again, I put it in my jacket pocket straight away.
Although unknown to me at the time, I’d left the SD card on the computer! So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!

I’m going to do a part-two blog for today. All about the planned escape, failed missions, cock-ups, expense-riddled, agony-assuring, near-crippling,  ‘Pop to the Shops In Sherwood’, and having to walk back up the dreaded-steep Winchester Hill with a filled up with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!

I was in a sad state by the time I got back.