I’ve not had a holiday for thirty years running…
But I’ve had a few trips, that were harrowing,
Some of them were great and exciting,
The last one was very moving…
Papplewick Pumping station, celebrating,
The war years, remembering…
Many folks in period dress, & vehicles too.
Towards the end, I saw Thomas Crewe,
Not having seen him since 1962,
Hard to believe he was now ninety-two,
My old RAMC TSM, memories, we did imbue!
And I enjoyed the nattering and view!
People in period dress were all about.
Many are in period uniforms.
I had a lengthy talk with this mother and daughter.
They had a fake baby that looked and felt so real. I told my mate; he agreed, that the effort
put into the celebration and memory of the
was fantastic. He loved the baby!
There were Italian, German, Russian and Polish uniformed visitors. Period policemen too.
A mini steam train on the tracks attracted many of the children… and me too, twice!.
Many vehicles that had been used in the war
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. Restored family vehicles too! Some of them just after the conflict
A demonstration of how fires were fought
German and British troops enacted mock battles around the storage pond.
A Tribute to Wartine Singing ladies Just Great to listen to!
I felt like was part of a family there.
Mostly ex-forces, and families that loved through it..
The Working boiler house
Inside the Pump House. I was amazed!
Outside the pumphouse, I was struggling down the steep steps, to get down to look at some, a military ambulance and refreshment vehicles, serving up original drinks and food. The kids were amazed to see loose tea leaves.
I know; it’s not like skiing on a snow-piste.
Or trip on the QE2. Or visiting Disneyland.
An elderly chap in a uniform from the first world war came out from the blood wagon and asked if I needed help getting down the steps. As I was thanking him, saying I’m taking my time, thanks, I’ll make it and laughed at myself… I was totally gobsmacked when I recognised he was my old TSM, Tom Crewe! How old would he be then?
He certainly must have been 30 years older than me surely?
We chatted as it dawned who we were, and Ex-TSM Crewe remembered me from training, all those years ago.
What a natter we had, me mostly listening and taking what he had been through. Which of course he never mentioned back then to me, a new square-basher.
He is the reason I’ve responded to this WP Prompt.
Not the exciting type of vacation or day out…
But meeting Mr Crewe, made it the most memorable.
Bless You, TSM; no, now, Mr Crewe!
Aha, I’ve found a photo with me in it!
A first world war type ammunition horse & cart
The chap allowed me to fuss the animal. Loved the horse.
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Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. We play a vital role in society with our fibre-based and 5G network investments. Providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond.
I’ve corrected the grammar mistakes on this statement on Liberty-Globals E-Mail and statement of perfection – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve felt lucky this Thursday if LIBERTY-GLOBAL let me get half an hour of continuous blogging done! I’ve no idea if some of these photos were from Thursday for certain, but I think they were. It was all a mess, that had me in an angry, frustrated state of mind! Doing my health no good at all this unreliability & lack of help from the LIBERTY-GLOBAL Oligarchs. Still, I wouldn’t want LIBERTY-GLOBALs $26 million salaried Mike Fries to worry about me, or his pathetic imitation Internet Providing Service farce. He must have enough on his plate with number-crunching, figure-shuffling, smoke and mirrors, and financial manipulations on his mind. Bless him! All the same, he’s a good-looking brute, is he not?
Definitely Thursdays this one above. Hehe!
No, this might be last Thursday…
I give up, Must have lost this Thursday’s photos in the battle against Liberty-Globals blackouts?
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The colour of the urine in the night bag was a disappointment. The Carer Chris and Training Chap) confirmed it was a number 7 on the NHS Grade Card. The highest! Oh, Heckithump!
Stroke of luck when I switched on the computer. I found some photos that I had missed on the SD card. Tsk! Here they are;
All of a sudden, I remembered taking these after I looked at them. The bottom field was the one above I took mid-morning through the balcony doors and windows. The grass does not look very green; we could do with more rain.
The afternoon’s clouds This one was a delight for me. I could see tentacles, an animal’s head & shoulders, a ghost and a tea mug.
I could almost taste this again when I looked at it. Last night’s late nosh. It was a can of chunky vegetable soup, some concentrated Borscht added. Vegan sausages, and some of the crispy potato chunks; I did those in the air-fryer. Flavour Rating: 8.2/10!
Back to what few I’ve taken this morning, not a lot. Why, you ask, I’ll tell yers…
REPEATEDLY! The Swine!
The right foot toes and ankle are definitely not so bothering me today. They still catch me out occasionally I believe the Doctor at the Got it spot on, when he told me that any pain relief would take a day or two. He was right, too!
The ankle ulcer and swelling are taking their time to die down. The toes were much improved. Oddly, around the ankle, top of the foot it is swelling up there still. But overall, I’m pleased with how it’s going, (I Hope I don’t regret saying that later, Hehe!
High sunshine out now I can see the puffer clouds have faces in a couple of them.
Time to get some nosh before the internet goes down again. Oh, no, I’ve got the food order to do for next week yet, I’ll do it now before I forget to… If that is, the Liberty-Global Oligarchs let me… No, it’s down yet again!
I made a mess of this photo? But no mess with the fodder. Taste Rating: 8.3/10!
Washed the pots, and turned on the TV to watch ‘Heartbeat’. But I didn’t; the evening carers arrived. Chris and the new lad. I missed the Heartbeat programme in this sneak shot of Carer Chris. Hehehe! As he was putting on the night pouch to for me. drops, medications, and then after the regulation of five minutes, the drops were administered. I’d like to point out that the NHS have stopped issuing Peptac medicine, now.
They are using. Gaviscon Advanced. Apparently, it’s cheaper to buy than the Peptac. But… the aniseed flavouring they use in this one, is overpowering the tastebuds! Urgh!
Another day of being ruled by a pathetic internet connection. REPEATEDLY!
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The night catheter pouch colour was better today! Nice morning, a little windy.
Telly on to watch the news. Of course, I didn’t; I began to get the things ready for the trip out to the medical thingamabob.
Glad to see the treats on the carer’s table had been nibbled at…
Last check of the painful right foot and leg ulcer. I have a range feeling that this visit will come out well. It’s probably EQ talking to me with one of his forecasts? At least, I hope it is, cause he’s usually right.
I thought I’d got all I needed for the visit, (checked the status of the windows, balcony, taps (faucets), & stove. Looked again in the three-wheeled walker bag to see I had everything needed, and set off to catch the bus to the Centre. Out, in the lift (elevator) and down to the ground floor. Going through into the link passage to inform Meridian about my imminent departure; got through the swipe door into the tunnel, and realised I’d forgotten something. Turned back through the door… and realised that either or maybe both of them had removed the memory of what it was I was going back up to the flat to fetch! As I stood there musing and failing to recall what it was, the Domestic lady Denise came through on her way to do the flat for me. A good time to tell her I would not be there, Hehe! No signs of any recollection, so I had to ensure to catch the bus on time. I called at the Meridian office to tell them I will not be back for the 12:00hrs medications, and if they keep me in, I’ll let them know, or, when I return. Caught the bus alright. I planned it all out – I should know better that I am capable of making arrangements that work. Still, I did think at the time how clever I was to work out where to get off the bus, to make it far less distance for me to walk to the UCC building. However… I misjudged the distance by about five bus stops, half a mile. I got off the bus, with the help of passengers at the bus stop’s help, and then I realised my . I did feel like a fool!
Hell of a trek to get to the traffic island. To make things worse, as I approached the bend in the road, there were pavements blocked off, road and pavement works and men spraying words of instruction for the location of telephone wires, gas, etc. Having to go on the roadway to get by was sometimes a little hairy. Little did I know what lay further ahead for me!
Bath Street was blocked off for traffic and pedestrians. So I had to rely on my memory, to work out another route to get to the Canal Street roundabout. From there, I could see the NHS building (I thought I would). Relying on my memory is not a good scenario nowadays! However, my attention to road safety deteriorated, as I came across some wildflowers at the end of another block of student flats being erected building site. The advertising hoarding said; Now being built – available in 2024, 1210 new student flats. Singles doubles and multiple occupation apartments. One to six students per residence or per flat?
Anyway, these flowers were beautiful. During my hobble, I stopped many times to look at nature’s plants forcing their way out through wasteland, cement, concrete and paving slabs, but these were special to me. Why? I’ll tell yers… None of the other plants or flowers had bees or wasps near them; these red beauties were snided with them. The same happened with those near the bus depot, which had been demolished and even more student flats were being built there, and the waste area near the island site. I wonder why?
I accidentally took a snap of the shadow of my bulging torso and the trolley. I was about to try and take a photo of some beetle or other that lay there on the pavement, with people walking by, and seemed unconcerned? I took its picture. On Thursday, I got more information about these, and why it was alive but not moving. .Carer Richard, always a font of knowledge, told me they were ‘May Beetles’. The males are born, (May to July) and set about breeding, but only once, then they settle down and die. And I complain about things. The poor little beggars!
Lower Parliament Street I had to corrs over to the right of this photo, as they are building more student flats. (Yes, I know!) Then when I got to the Nottingham Ice Centre. They were building more flats again, a massive block with no details available, and the old bus station has also been earmarked for new student flats. I got to the point where I was sure I’d be able to see the NHS building – But No! The land was now a wasteland, and I could not see through to the building further in the plot. I stopped a chap and explained that with all the roadworks near the London Road island, I could see barriers and limited asses, and wondered if there is another way in for pedestrians. The chap told me, “I’m not from here myself” However, he whipped out his mobile and did a search on something and found out that if I went to the left, first right and right again, I should come to the building I needed, casual mentioning to help me follow the route, that it was next to some student flats being built. I thanked him profusely and hobbled off with my 3-wheeled walker on the agreed route. I was longer than I thought it would be, by the time I got there, the feet and toes were well aching.
I wearily got inside, and up to the receptionist. Who, along with all the doctors, had student training with them. Logged in and sat down in one of the few unoccupied seats as instructed. Within minutes, I was called to an assessment office, DR and student within. The chap in charge was pleasant. Took my details and told me to go back to a seat and someone from the surgeries would call me; it may be a two to three hours wait. No matter what I thought, I’ll do my crossword book… then I remembered what I’d forgotten to take with me! Tsk!
I was fighting not to fall asleep, because all the people called in while I was waiting, I hadn’t heard s single name they called out. A female came after about an hour and a half, and when she I did my usual of tipping my head to point the better of ears at them. She smiled and took me through to a room with a doctor and a student inside. The chap was also pleasant and went into detail about my ailments. falls, and the causes, which he assumed was the big fall I had last Friday. They gave me a prescription for some antibiotics, warning me that they will start working, but not on the pain for a day or two, as they are extra strong, and assured me they would start to ease things for me.
He got a wheelchair, and the student pushed me to the X-ray room for a check to see if any of the three brown toes had been broken. None had. I was student-pushed back in the wheelchair (catching my wound on the edge of a doorway) to the first room, and we had a few words, which for some reason I cannot recall or even guess at, now I’m typing this.
A contented Inchie makes his way to the chemist to have his prescription filled. Unaware of what will happen, en route!
At the end of the access road, it was blocked off to pedestrians where the new Student Flats are being built. So this meant a marathon diversion for him and Willie, his Three-Wheeled-Walker. Up London Road…Where the uneven-broken pavement nearly had Willie and Inchie over a couple of times.
To the traffic lights, over the road and down Station Street, which was ever taking him further away from his targeted Boot’s Chemist! The old shopping centre was now demolished in Auf Weidersehen style. A walk through gay to the left of the picture led me through to where Woolworths once was, on Chapel Bar. Every closed-down shop, and there are dozens of them, had several rough sleepers, asking for cash. I felt uncomfortable about this, as I know of some people who make a living doing this, then go home in the morning – one of them is sadly in my family! He makes a lot of dosh, even more now; he’d moved to London to do it and lives in a hotel or youth hostel when not scrounging. His baby face helps him, I think.
Maid Marion Way. More flats were being started for 500 being built! Next to one with 240 already built. Down to the Slab Square, a once restful, peaceful, pleasant pacifistic, phlegmatic place, of contentment.. It’s not so busy nowadays, with all the murders, muggings, gang fights, Escooters, yobboes and closed shops. Although the mortgage needed to use coffee shops still do a roaring trade. The unemployed use them a lot. King Street, or is it Queen Street? With the regulation, food delivery cyclist is driving up the one-way (Down) street. Traffic on Upper Parliament Street is busy. I got up on Upper Parliament Street, feeling a tad drained. Made my way to the nearly bankrupt Victoria Centre, and the Boots Chemist shop appears when I got inside to be getting ready for closing when I got in. Big gaps on the shelves. Getting the prescription made up,. (It will save a carer having to fetch it, and as I was in town anyway.)
As I left the store, I thought I’d nip in the Poundland Store to see if they had some of the Worcester sauce chip thingies in stock. They did, but only two packets left, so I got them. Over the road and to the number 40 bus stop. To my delight, Carer Chris tapped my shoulder. He was on his way into work, and helped me on and off the bus, so that was nice and welcome. He also kept steadying me each time I was thrown around as the bus braked, went over speed humps or around corners. I told him about how well the visit to the NHS centre had gone. Tired, early, in pain, yes! But feeling much better all around. For getting out again, and meeting someone I could talk to on the home trip. Nice!
Chris shot off to get to work. I poddled in and up to the flat. I think the first thing I did was empty the catheter bag again, put the kettle on, and took one of the 4-a-day Antiseptic tablets. No, that’s not right, erm… antibiotic tablet.
Penicillin, it said on the box. Then decided that sleep would be a grand idea, so after the Carer calls, I’ll try to nod off until the 22:00hrs Carer calls to medicate and put the night pouch on for me… then enjoy some proper sleep. That’s the plan, anyway!
Then I took a close look at the inflammation on the ankle and toes, I was pleased, not with the pain, but the swelling going down already? Can’t be that quick? After one capsule? I may not be seeing so well, but I can check this photo in the morning. Mind you, the good Doctor did tell me they would have no effect on the pain for 48 hours. So, no complaints, I have, after all, been doing some walking this week.
I bet it’ll be easier in the morning, or, tomorrow night.
Now, I’d better get a meal made up. What a feast! Of course, with the hobbling most of the day, I suppose I’m going to be hungrier than normal? Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.
I nodded of while trying to watch ‘Heartbeat’ yet again! Woken by Carer Chris calling, around 22:00hrs. He seemed as pleased as I was at the meeting up earlier. He soon got the eye drops in. Then the medicationing. Followed by the eye drops were done. As Chris was filling in the paperwork, he moved the curtain, and I saw the sunset. I mentioned that I would have liked to have photographed the lovely-looking sun on its way down, but was just too tired to. He grabbed the camera and took these shots from the balcony for me. A nice wide shot. Then a glorious close-up for me. He then attached the night bag to , and said his farewells. Bless him!.
I later found this sign of Nottingham traffic chaos, up the road from the flat, on Mapperley Plains Woodborough Road. . Just thought you might like to know it’s not only where you live. Hahaha!
Well, it’s difficult for me, you see… Romance, for me, means anfractuosity.
I tried acting kindly and altruistically… No girl would dance with me. I’ve tried to find romance assiduously, I lack the equipment, sadly…
Never acted with spite or belligerency,
But the girls were above my quality…
I don’t seek revelry or anarchy,
They thought of me as avuncularity,
It’s not been a voluntary abstinence…
Too late now; I need a catheter to pee!
Too old to get myself into a frenzy…
But of course, I’m a bourgeoisie,
I’ve no romantic traits discernibly…
I still wish some kind lady would adopt me!
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By the time I got the pouch off, it looked much redder?
The ankle looked much better…But it wasn’t! Humph!
Off to the . It took a while, but I did the crossword. Had a closer look at the situation with the toes.
Morning kitchen view. The house being done up showed no signs of progress externally.
J Sainsbury’s delivery arrived. See the eyes in these two bags? Pareidoliaing again!
Collected the bags from the hallway. (Terrible pains from the left hip). Strawberries for the carers, bread and rolls to go on the fridge. Well, not the two sourdough ones; I’ll have them today sometime, with tons of vegan butter in them. Mmm!. Maybe the Bartlett tatties with garlic, too. Franks for Carer Chris, fresh pod peas and shelled peas; I didn’t mean to order both… but at least I can tell the community nurse that I am peeing better? Hahaha! Cupboard fodder. Vegan Cookies for Carer Kara, Porridge for Carer Sam, and almond chocolate for me.
I got some 247 kitchen towels, but I’ve been unable to get them lately. I hope they have not changed the size of them.
NOT WELL AT ALL: The next hours, and many of them, I was in such pain with the left hip, the mystery ankle ulcer and my toes, I just took extra painkillers, and fell asleep. Waking up only when the carers called.
Eventually, I just had to rise, the hip and ankle blazing away painfully – to make a meal. It should have tasted great… it had all the ingredients that I usually enjoy, nothing I’d not had and linked in the past… Horrible! 2.2/10 Taste rating! And that was for the well-buttered sourdough bread rolls! I didn’t even enjoy my first pod peas of the season, in the slightest; foul, they were? You don’t think that have got financially involved in farming, do you? Damned scary thought that!
Generally, for the Carers, EENT, DVT, Warfarin, Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Nurses, Delivery people, Wardens, and Paramedics, I like to show something they will remember.
So, I keep some nibbles and drinkies on the bookshelf and ask them to make their choice – threatening to ‘Severely-Sulk’ if they don’t. Hehehe!
I always keep some cookies and marshmallows at hand for any nibbling while changing the catheter, taking the blood, draining the vein, dishing out the medications, padding up the leg ulcers, delivering medications or food… or anything else.
The drinkies and nibbles selection in the front room. Non-alcoholic to the left, plonk in the middle, and nibbles are available on the right of the shelf.
Just restocked the shelf this morning.
I put a few options in the fridge in summer when the chocolate gets runny in the heat.
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I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all my helpers, ‘I wouldn’t be here without you’.
Bless You, All!
Sorry, I’m behind with my payments – If Gay Boy comes in at the 14:15. race, Restricted Maiden Stakes, 2yo only, 6 Runners, I’ll settle up with you straight away. Hehehe!
After doing the tests, I put them in the Excel graph thingummy; Then, I got this unnecessary brainwave to alter the layout to include the day. I really should have known I was going to make a right mess of it! It’s so long since I did any serious work on Excel; remembering how to do this and that, was like starting afresh again! It took me over two hours to get the thing done, and then I still need to titivate it some more to get it how I wanted it. Note to self: If it works, leave it alone!
Inchie Wakes up. Singing out loud, 🎼”Oh, What a Beautiful Morning…”🎼. Then leaping up to do a few hundred toe-touches and press-ups. He spent a minute or two shadowboxing, and then he drank a glass of carrot juice & balsamic vinegar. He rang the Prime Minister on his red phone, offering some suggestions and advice. Wrote a 44-verse concerto for the violin, and took his Energy Pills… Back to reality…
05:20hrs: As I woke, reluctantly, the pleasure of no pains coming from, , , or . : Of course, within seconds, it changed. My foot slipped off of the chair it was lying on, and the following clunk on the floor started the wound bleeding and gave me a spot of pain. Naturally, I just laughed it off…
By the time I’d struggled up to catch my balance and had grabbed my , I’d knocked the bottles off of the ottoman, and . The day continued in a similar fashion, I fear.
The cruel & deliberately intentionally incompetent owned & destroyed for ulterior reasons, which are all in the name of number-crunching by designs in increasing their ranking in the World List at the top of the ; Continued in their regular, sod-the-customers fashion and went down many times during the day again. Master-Frustrationalists are .
: I managed to take the photo of the night bag upside down. Of course, it could happen to anyone. Like forgetting to put the SD card back in the camera, and getting ready to take a shot and finding out then! I think this may be why all my photographs disappeared into the ether? The leg wound on the ulcer was still stinging, but that was because the leg had dropped off of the chair. It could happen to anyone, though! Mmm! I took a look at the left leg’s multitude of sort of . They were losing some water, but at least it was not gunging this time. Just water looking fluid. On one of Liberty-Global, Virgin Media blackouts that lasted longer than usual – never thought I’d have to say that… . I sorted some bins out, and doing the carers desk one (above) affected the right hand & arm. Resulting in a mess that needed cleaning up in the picture. During this, I gave myself another pained. And, this time. just to make it even more harrowing; right on the
Early morning view from the kitchenette window. As you look at this snap of hidden-drug-growing attics in the houses, the sun breaks through from the rear left. In the afternoon, as a few drops of rain fell, and the clouds took command of the view – darkness came over Sherwood. Minutes late the sunshine was back and the clouds all cleared! I did take a snap of this… but as part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, 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? Just thought I’d mention it!. Between the failures of $26 million salaried Mr Fries’s inability to run an internet service that works, he still buys up all, or invests in so many other internet companies, Worldwide? Proving to me, that obviously, they’re intent on becoming the leading financial leaders, the richest, the superior oligarchy company ever. With ulterior motives naturally; confused me at first why they are destroying previously reliable companies after buying them up for billions of dollars? Their answers to your problems are usually to try to sell you another package, but never explain how to get your old one working with a modicum of success, let alone properly. For some poor sod like me, all I get is email addresses and telephone numbers to call to get advice on your problems. They have been informers of my ailment preventing my carrying out these puzzling confusing loads of tosh; &. Again, while I have the time; while waiting for the internet to come back on, I just thought I’d mention it!
Pareidolian’s Delights!
I can find a chicken’s head, a snake’s head, and a frog or toad in these amazing afternoon shots – well the one above! . Two more heads in this one, or are they airliner cabins? .. Amazing formations! . A wider shot: It seems to change the more I look at this one. Mind you with the combination of Gladys Glaucoma, Saccades, Protanopia Paul and the aborted Cataract Katie operation, I may be seeing things that no one else can… or can’t see things that everyone else can?
It’s getting late now. The ailments witching hour has started. The leg ulcer is getting tender again and inflamed a smidge. The right foot is swelling up. And my poor little Inchies is bleeding a bit. The weariness is coming on, too. So, I went off the computer and made myself a meal.
Opened a can of five-bean soup with some added tomatoes, I added just a little borscht and vinegar. Roast potato cubes.. a lot of them. And three ready-sliced wholemeal cobs to go with it. No dessert this time, I forgot! Bootiful! It tasted grand. A taste rating of 7.9/10 was given. I fell asleep in the recliner as I was trying to watch a Heartbeat episode. Nothing new there then!
As for what took place afterwards… Your guess is as good as mine! Hehehe!
I had a dream, well, a nightmare. Just thought I’d mention it!
04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my . The colouring, using the NHS chart guide, was number five. I’ve had it a lot worse.
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the visit. had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with … Who celebrated by offering torpedoes that disintegrated as they shot out of the rear end and splattered into the bowl and water, distributing a messy, sickeningly-clingy, foul-ponging, puke-producing aroma.And to think that I was in there two days ago for over an hour, desperately trying to encourage the cement-like, clunking against the porcelain, torpedoes that eventually, painfully escaped. Yet both modes produced some bleeding from ?
The morning Carer arrived, and I had a look at the leg wounds suggesting I get to the hospital with them. I explained, well, I can’t get to the hospital without the legs. Haha! Brought a smile and laugh that did!
Tea and bikkies time… and why is this so? Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again! While their facade, overlay, giving an aimed at the money-markets, veneer of professionalism, respectability, integrity and probity. They have bought up or invested in hundreds of internet and mobile phone companies… But why? They have no idea how to run them? Or treat customers? As I have mentioned before, this oligarchal smoke & mirrors , has to have an ulterior motive for spending billions of dollars to buy out, or invest in just about every other national competitor there is? To such a point, that their crap service is of no bother to them at all. Anyone (customer) leaving Virgin Media will have to go with another company that is almost guaranteed to be owned or part owned by !Hello, it’s come back online! It went off I’d guess, I didn’t keep a record of it today, about eleven times minimum, as I know of. I did keep a record of each time they caused me to lose work and had to do it again, and that was eleven. Pure jealously you see: about Fires F’ing things up for me and getting paid a $26 million salary, a guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. And here they are, cocking my life and love (blogging) up… with me in trouble with the bank account, that is a little short of Fries and the other oligarchs, without a doubt. But I don’t mind really… well, I do mind, but it’ll only add to the extreme pleasure they get for fiddling with honest people, overcharging for a shockingly inept internet connection, growing ever-more better off… I wish it was me doing it! Why? I’m not sure…
On the seventh failure of the profit-addicted oligarchs from . I then sorted out the laundry bag. It didn’t take me long. Then did some preparations for an early meal, later. came back online… it does that sometimes. I opened the email and was so appreciative to find that carer who took photos of the wounded legs for me, had sent them to me; bless her cotton socks, that was so kind of her. Think it was Saturday when she took them.
The top one was where the bottle of soda water I dropped had hit the leg ulcer on its way down, before hitting the ingrowing toenail on the left foot.
The second one down, was of the same area, from another angle.
She’s a natural when it comes to photographicalisationing, is she not? No messing she took them on her mobile phone within a minute I think, every one of them is a work of art… Which gives an idea, I wonder if the Tate Gallery might be interested in buying them? Hehehe!
An interesting one next down. It is the largest one of all the . Today, a sort of gel was creeping out, instead of the usual thin liquid? Looks like I’ve got hundreds of tiny tattoos?
It was on the inner ankle of the left foot.
The gal then took two quick snaps of the new underneath-the-skin blood patches that had developed overnight.
They are very pretty; shame about them being painful, though. Then the new growths around the toes. The centre three toes were still warped shape, and varied between blue and brown colouring?
I took some further pictures of how the leg ailments were looking now. They are not as good as Joannes, but still, they do show some changes; for the better, I think.
Naturally, they were still painful, especially if I catch them against anything, but I took extra care.
The puss that was coming out of the , had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too. In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute . Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
The second, on the left here, was more a sheer delight than anything, just to view it. Marvellous Nature!
Since moving into the high-rise flats, things have not all been good, but the views… can be magnificent. I got the nosh started. The sky changed completely within ten minutes, and the sun; which was on its way down – burst through as the clouds broke up. A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10!
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed!
I took this bad photograph
quickly, as rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while. He said I should see the doctor about the legs and feet. I explained that Kara had rang the doctor, who said if it get worse, go to the Treatment Centre. We had a little natter, and off he went saying he’ll be back in the morning Toucn of the Clint Eastwoods there, Hahaha! Oh, no, that was Arnie, wasn’t it?
I shall now retire Not from work I that 28 years ago! But to my 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. In search of sleep.
Ablutions, Porcelain Throne, sorted paperwork for the bank visit. No way I could get the shoes on; just too painful. Went on the trip in my slippers! The side of the ankle was oddly a bit shiny? What’s that pattern on it?
The wound where the full soda bottle attacked me on its way down when I dropped it, was already feeling a little tender. And a load of walking to come yet.
Carer Kara arrived, and worries seemed to fade. Gave my money to Kara, then we Double-checked the flat was okay, and down we went to get the taxi. The most painful trip I’ve had in years But seeing how things had changed so much since my last day out was a pleasure. It prompted some memories in my grey cells, and I bent poor Kara’s ear about them. I also ask Kara to remind me to use the camera, take photos en route, in West Bridgford and town, and go on this blog.
To the bank. It’s an eerie place. I could not hear anything anyone was saying apart from Kara. After initial greetings, Kara took over the conversation; in her usual capable fashion, for me. We were out in no time, (it seemed). Kara suggested getting buses back, and I think it was a grand idea, considering the agony I went through getting into, travelling in and getting out of the taxi.
Walking from dropping off the bus to the next one, we called into Primark To get thin dressing gowns, a hat and slippers. This proved to be impossible. All the slippers seemed to be flip-flops, and the few that weren’t, were either too tight to get into them, or had hard outers, some plastic! The pyjamas were all too thick for summer. And by then, I’d forgotten all about the caps.
Up onto Parliament Street to homeward bound bus stop. While waiting for the 40 bus, Kara got out her mobile, found some thin jammies, and ordered them for me. I didn’t think to ask if they would pay on the day.Back to the flat and she saw me in safely bless her cotton socks. ♥ She did the eye drops and medications for me and departed back to work. When she leaves, I always feel a smidge sadder. But, she won’t adopt me as a grandad… Yet. Hehehe!
I was in such pain with my legs and feet after the for me. marathon hobble. I tried to do some blogging, but thanks to… Virgin Media forever going down and costing me the most valuable thing on earth, time; having to do things that I’d already done but could not save, and repeatedly as well! I got as close to angry as possible… No, angrier than I have been for a while.
I persisted a while longer, but the fatigue came on earlier than usual, and I gave up, thinking what a good idea it would be to leave all the blogs until later. I was so far behind with me doing the ‘Prompt’ blog’. Will I ever catch up? I got an early meal of sorts made. A bean feast with added borscht. Really annoyed at me cause I’m certain, sure… well, I think I took a photograph of it, but it’s not on the SD card? Then again, it’s taken me until Sunday to get around to doing this Friday, and Saturday blog; plenty of times to get things wrong! It’s a natural skill I have!
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Possibly the pain in the feet and ankles accrued during my escape from the flat, with Escape-Planner Kara yesterday, is the reason… well, maybe also , , and sheer physical and mental exhaustion. The day has so many blank spots, that some of the comments may be part guesswork. I actually now feel I must have kept falling asleep… but no! Had that happened there would certainly be the usual signs of nibbling, crumbs from my cookies, and the smell of flatulence.
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Ablutions and a stand-up wash. I soon discovered that the wound and feet looked less messy but were actually more painful this morning. I recall cutting myself only three times shaving, two teeth bleeding. I noticed that the sadly accidentally damaged , and yet the newly damaged . , poor Little Inchie! He has to have a tube inserted right through him into the bladder, and now it’s causing bleeding every single day; my heart goes out to him. Hahaha! Medicationings: All went well, even if a little painful with the ankle and lesion. The activities were the messiest for a long time. I started with a newly opened Asda Mega-roll of toilet paper; it felt like I’d used a third of it before things were satisfactorily cleansed and talcum powdered. Haha! After cleaning them up, I liberally applied the Brut to the shaving cuts. It stings a bit, but is a marvellous blood stopper; better than any stencils I’ve tried over the years. I remember having to stick bits of the Nottingham Evening News on them.
Local Picture Parade From the kitchenette Window
The being done-up house across the bottom field. This road leads onto Winchester Street Hill at the lower part. The base for the Community Nurses was meant to be in this one. But it’s just out of view top let. They move on their own you know? Tsk! Towards the City view. A wider shot, to the left side of the view.
Shots taken by Carer Chris after he ointmentated the legs. Taken earlier. Not good are they?
Whatever happened in the extremely long mind blank is anyone guess. But when some photos came on my email on Sunday morning, I remembered that Carer CA took them, I’ll put them in tomorrows. Kind of the carers for me. Where was I? Oh, yes, the next five hours were memory free. Did I nod off? Nope, cause the Carers came and signed the book later on. Int life a douche-bag when yer gerrin’ older!
Must have taken this during the blank?
KEEP SAFE OUT THERE, PLEASE! Thanks for having a nosey at the blog ♥
