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What an atrocious, awful, deplorable, lousy, reprehensible rotten day of computer cock-ups on my behalf!
You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted only by carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well!
My spirits sank, a visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Self-Pity, Self-Hating and Time-to-give-up episodes made things, well, me, feel even worse for having them!
Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
I could not get back to sleep. I was waking up every few minutes, it seemed. Yet there were no pains from any of the ailments; although was sticking a bit, and no bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with , and I got up (Mon) at 05:15hrs…
With my brain suffering from baffling .
I wouldn’t like another day like this ever again! It was most likely something to do with
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Night pouch.

Only mud stains showing for yesterday, no water.

: I only just made it in time to the
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Straw-like mash!

Went on the balcony again, and did my best to take a shot with the Kodak of a crow down below. I took several snaps, but all were horrendously poor. The above is the best of them.

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A wide shot of the horizon to the North-West.
Then to the East.

This is the stage where I made a series of absolute & .
Lost all the photos, and spent hours trying to get the computer back to default after died on me for a few minutes… and the cock-ups began!

I gave up trying and spent some time doing other things that needed my attention, paperwork-wise. A farce that was too!
The eyes were incapable of deciphering the minuscule print.
I found using the spy-glass didn’t solve anything – I had to hold it so close to the paper, I could only read a line at a time, as I tried to scroll down with the magnifier. Then forgot what I’d read in the first place; it took me that long! The ailments were at it now, causing me angst! , ,  , , & , , any one of them… or all of them to blame?
Even, although not related to the current farce;  , ,
I even had a , while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming day pouch, which cost me even more time to sort out!
I was already feeling sorry for myself and depressed about how things were going – or not! – I was at the depths of despondency and dejection, and had a Eureka moment of conceptualisation: “Why are you (me) getting all worked up? This is like a normal day for you… what’s yer problem? Did you expect anything to go right? I thought you’d made your mind up that your life’s got so bad, because of your past life’s wrongdoings?”
What a grumbling moaning soured turd you are!
I was more settled after that! Not content you understand, or heaven-forbid happy; but less depressed!

The last Carer call was by Richard. He said the eye drops were to be used up, and then they finish. The same with the drops, but need to check with the hospital about those, ASAP, cause we have a lot left in the medical drawer.

A lste shot of the sky, that I cannot remember taking was found on the SD card.

Then another sleep-deprived night!

Keep Well, all my mass of adoring Blog-Fans.
Both of you!