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!
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 meand 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!
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 . 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!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Today was the worst ever day of Virgin Media’s internet, now owned by Liberty-Global– going down. A mess. So this is shorter than I wanted it to be information-wise. Sorry. I can see the end of the blogging coming. And, the font colour option has disappeared from WordPress Editor. I emailed WP for help. Could be ‘a glitch’. Then suggestions that I could not understand, due to my problems nowadays, I can’t do anything to get it back. Bad enough with Liberty-Global oligarchs buying up and into so many UK suppliers, now this may be just too much for me. This is my sad blog.
Night pouch emptied
My right leg is not any better. A reversal in evacuation mode back to…
Health Check Returns
The mudslide begins.
The Agony!
Third attempt on the Throne with the unneeded time killer.
Midday view
Under the cabinet?
ASDA ORDER ARRIVED As Carer Kara was sorting me out, the driver kindly dumped the delivery loose onto the kitchen floor for me. This is going to be fun, all that bending.
Kara sorted me out and departed.
I struggled on, with the ever going down
This makes it the third blackout
Farcically frustrating! Can’t get any help in ringing up Virgin, to help sort it out. Not good for me to do it, with auto messages and operators I cannot understand, and who cannot understand me.
Involved in the black-out from. for so long, it must have been four hours later when I realised that I’d not moved the food from the kitchen floor! Aargh! So I made a start, a painful; start every time I had to bend.
The frozen chips had started to melt. The ready-prepped spuds.
Cheapo batteries, Curls and baking soda.
The fridge & freezer were well-filled.Freezer mostly with bread products.
I checked on the day’s outages reported. Then…
🎵And the heavens poured🎵
But only for ten minutes then it came back on… For one minute…
The rain stopped
The Internet returned but was very slow. I went to make a brew Glengettie. . Against the corner of the cabinet… . And clouted the right leg’s wound and ulcer! Naturally, I was blithe & cool over the incident.
I went onto the balcony waiting for the Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet to return. Took a picture of the returning rain-covered scene, of some flats balcony and the car park.
Back online again. Made a WP ~Prompt reply.Once again took a soggy, spluttery visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Made a meal. (Realised in the morning that I had forgotten to put the SD card back in the Kodak) Took a photo of it.
The rain returned.
Back on three minutes later. Started to post the Prompt blog… Back on eight minutes later… Shame! Had to do a complete restart on the computer and Virgin box, but got it back on within 40 minutes. I posted the blog and was sending an email… I waited for half an hour, but it wasn’t keen on coming back online again… I turned everything off, losing the email, CorelDraw work and this blog updates.
10 things I know to be absolutely certain
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –❶: I looked nothing like Roy Orbison ❷: I do not own a BMW, but… ❸: My cataract op didn’t go too well ❹: I do not like Peptac, Aniseed Flavour! ❺: Missing the eye with the drops can
leave an orange streak from your eye, cheek,
and moustache. It doesn’t taste nice!
❻: Using throw-away razors for too long
is not a good idea! ❼: If Angela Goosebury invites you to.
a party, think twice! ❽: If stoking a boiler, posing for a
photograph is not a good idea. ❾: If the doctor who fitted your new
catheter tells you to drink fluid… DRINK PLENTY!❿: If allergic to Clopidogrel… Wear a
wrist sign to let the Stroke Doctors know: Or you may end up like this!. (Me today!)
Addendum(I think that’s the word)Ode In days gone by, my excitement would grow. What would cause it, I would never know, Get invited to a party or freak show? Will I win the lottery, and buy a bungalow? Go on the piste, and play in the snow? Win big on the dogs, at Walthamstow? Christmas: find someone under the mistletoe? Get a part in a stage play, mayhap Othello? I should have had a part in Rambo!
As a spare, extra or cameo.
Now I search for a carer with Simpatico, Can’t see or hear anymore; such sorrow! I’ve stopped drinking and using tobacco! Not even the odd Amontillado… I play both teams in Subutteo! I guess I’m feeling rather low… Wherever did my excitement go? Ah, well, Cheerio!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – INCHIES ODE OF THE DAY He thinks this is one of his bestest ever? Funny & ambiguous… I know, but he tries…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I burst back into ersatz life, took off the night pouch, (Great colour!), I did one hundred press-ups while yodelling a welcome to the morning. Then a bit of shadowboxing, and ten minutes on the weights…I’ll try again… I wearily forced the eyelids open and saw it was 06:45hrs. With great reluctance, I began to edge my stiff aching torso towards the edge of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner. The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. Getting the night pouch off of the day bag has never been such a painful struggle.
I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting! The beauty would soon be forgotten…
The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! . As well as an, or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the . What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word! Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!
The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
I put the computer on, went for another controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the of to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.
Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted! But then… . This time the oligarchical owned failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the guilty gits in charge of running both disasters! I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide! I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
No sooner had I changed to blogging…
So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana. With the regular four cookies being dunked! Still no sign of owned …
Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling.I’m not sure why… But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…
As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I? It may have been more. (And was later on!)
I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.
The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?
I’m fed up with moaning!
Another go at getting this blog started…
I surrendered to the
Nosh was prepared… then burnt… I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!
The night Carer arrived and did me
Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food. I wish I’d realised that an hour ago! I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.
High in the sky
A little lower…
Down a smidgenNightie-Night Sunshine!
Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.
The second effort. Veg soup with Borscht. Unburnt potatoes with the last of the Tear & share bread. A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly. By gum, I live well! Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!
The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!
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REPEATEDLY GOING OFFLINE! – Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever. That is saying something I can tell yers! (Spit, spit, spit!)
According to the scribble on the notepad, I was woken up at 06:45hrs by the Carer calling. Eye drops were in, the overspill was wiped off, and medications were given. Per instructions, the eye drops were inserted five minutes later, and the overspill was wiped off. The regulation 3 minutes of holding the index finger in the nose side started as the Carer departed. I guessed at the timing. I took off the night bag. Got it emptied and safe-wrapped for disposal.
None of the were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.
I sorted out the waste bags and then went into the kitchen again to check on the food situation and if anything needed ordering today for next week. (Forgetting at that time, I’d already done an order from Asda) Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view... And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.
Made a mug of Glengettie tea to dunk the morning’s breakfast of four Maryland cookies into it. Started the notes of the day. Then got the computer on… Within five minutes, the above. So, I visited the … And boy, I was forced to by the oligarchs of . Because I avoided a right . As I opened the wet room door, I felt the flow from the rear end coming of its own accord! It was also lucky that I only had the thin dressing gown on; I yanked it off, downed the pants in a rush, and plopped my elephantine body down on the seat. The flow began before I’d made contact with the plastic raised seat! Splish, splash, slosh & all done! What a stink! Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. Tried the computer, and the internet was back on. I got the photo transfer session done with crossed fingers.
Doing so, I realised that the tea had gone cold, and I hadn’t had my breakfast of four cookies yet. Tsk! So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.
Started to get the blog updating tackled… Fancy that! This time it lasted for half an hour offline. But returned… Only for about 5 minutes offline this time. I actually got some CorelDraw work started. SHIT!
While waiting for the internet to return… I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!
The OLIGARCHS The monetary-gain pecuniary, merchants, sham, bogus, false interest in offering a workable internet, money-mongers, without a care in the world about any of their internet customers; Continue at their usual rate of failure. Mind you, had I been getting a $26 million a year salary with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account – fair enough, I would not need to give a shit about myself either… I may have got a smidgen carried away there? My hatred for the man & company is tempered only by the fact that Fries is so damned good-looking! Hehehe!
I felt the right leg stinging in its usual waves, seemingly coming from within the leg. Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. Rather colourful now?
The owners of returned once more, ten minutes or so later. I pressed on with the updating, and actually got the blog finalised! Final checks and began to post it off... SHIT!
During this , I lost a lot of work done and foolishly not saves on CorelDraw. Grrr!
Oligarchical, capricious, undependable.
During a Carers call, the internet returned! For three minutes, then…
The day had flashed by already, and little was done. When, a few minutes later, the internet came back, I posted the Saturday blog off! But… About 15 minutes later, yet again…
So, I stretched my legs and went to get another bottle of soda water. Boy, the skies were magnificent! A Pareidolia’s Delight! I spotted a giant creature apparently coming into this snap from the right-hand side, with a head, nose, mouth, and fins. Can anyone else see it, or is it just me? Far left; the jaws of a creature.Another creature’s head and also the shape of an airliner cabin? The cloud formations were beautiful as the darkness began to arrive.
Back again… for one minute! As Victor Meldrew would say…
More Pareidolia’s Delights! A long mouse lower centre? Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it? The left creature swimming in the clouds?
ENOUGH! Fries and his money-number-fact-crunching Mafia Mob have beaten me! Computer off, and messages sent out through the ether to any and everyone; spewing my hatred for the Oligarchical Smoke & Mirrors money men! A smidgeon of jealousy included.
I went to check on the meal cooking…
The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
I got another can of thick-cut vegetable soup in the saucepan and added a smidgeon of Borchst to it. Got half of the tear & share bread, and put it in the oven with the potato cubes, hoping both will be cooked simultaneously. Then I got sidetracked, as per usual. I and my against the server trolley wheel and leg.
The soup was okay when I’d recovered and ointmentated the now stinging lesion, but the tear & share bread was a little overcooked. The potatoes too, but I like them that way. A great nosh despite all the hassle. Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
It went down a treat, as I ate it while watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’; as per usual, I nodded off and missed the last few minutes of the programme. I hate it when I do that… but it happens so often nowadays, Humph! I tended to getting the pots and pans washed up! At this point, I can inform you all that the steak knife has lost none of its sharpness.
Late Carer arrived, Richard. He was not feeling very well, methinks. He got the night pouch on and carried out the medicationing and two eye drops, as required. Said my farewells and thanked the lad. After that, I repeatedly sat down to watch the goggle box, waking up and taking a photo of the night.
Here they are:
Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?
A close-up, taken by accident. Well, she is to blame, really. Haha! A wide shot… A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?
The Health Check Returns this week up to now, are not too bad at all. .
04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything.Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!
06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!
She got the night bag off of the She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds. Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed! It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…
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Not without some hindrances, though! The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of ! I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating. Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two. Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning! Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now! I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off. Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again! According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!
As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.
Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is! Huh! It’s raining now. A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?
The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks. Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!. I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff. It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed. Int life good? The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider . The light shower has stopped. I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!
As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made. The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops. I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.
Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging. I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem?It must worry him a bit?
What is my favourite genre of music? I’ll tell yers... – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
In my teens, I recall I could hear, Until I got stabbed in the right ear, Music became less importanter, Until one day, hearing aids in each ear… I heard Humphry Littleton’s Buona Sera, I became a Trad-Jazz footsoldier, I found the laid-back style, was cooler, And investigated further… Just loved the style of Chris Barber, 1959, I heard their version of Petite Fleur, My interest in Trad-Jazz got perkier… Kenny Ball’s band sound became familiar, On my gramophone, it became a fixture, I found the brilliant sounds from Ken Colyer! I was addicted, as my Dad predicted… Playing Trad Jazz was a nightly feature, Now the ears were getting so much dimmer! But not too deaf, as I caught a glimmer… Of my favourite Trad-Jazz band, ever! The laid-back style, of Acker! He learnt to play the clarinet in Africa, Despite as a kid, losing half of one finger! In the glasshouse, it does appear… He fell asleep on guard duty. Oh, dear! A genuine bloke; I liked him… One of the lads; nothing snobby about him!
SADLY… My hearing is much worse this year… Have to use headphones so I can hear… I nod off; sit on them, about five times a year, They used to cost £5.99, but now they are so very dear. But Trad-Jazz from these lads is worth it!
