POLITICAL CARTOON – Naughty!
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Well, the visit to the
Unfortunately I
Carer Jo-Anne called the opticians for me to clarify what they rang me about last weekend. It seems my spectacles are ready to collect, and I have to fetch them to see how I go with them, and then they can do a reading pair. From what I recall, the left lens will be apparent, ready to be swapped when, or if, the left Cataract ever gets done. I’ve no idea if this first pair will be distance or a reading lens fitted. If the Blepharitis is not cleared when I get to the hospital for the left eye cataracts to be done, I’ll be refused and go back to the start of the waiting list again. As it took me over two years to get the right eye done, you can understand how apprehensive I am.
Then surprise, surprise, and a Great one too! Nurse Hristina turned up to take my blood today, not Wednesday! The INR level is still worrying them. Far too high! I got the new dosage sheet Yesterday. Far too high.
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The legs and ankles were much better this morning!
Trotsky was in charge again!
Taken through the balcony doors and window. Drizzling.
GOT CARRIED AWAY
Got on to CorelDraw.
Still, I did stop to take some sky photos occasionally.
As of 15@45hrs…
Here are the sky photos in the order they were taken.
Time to get the nosh sorted out… well, it’s well gone the usual time. If I get a crack one, just knuckle and potatoes, methinks, saving some time. That’s a rarity.
No, a sudden change of mind hit me. I had battered balls, bread and peas; that’ll do me. Wonder if I’ve got any crispy onions left in the cupboard? I’ll Soon find out! Nope!
So I added some to my Asda order for the morning.
The nosh was cooked and served.
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.
Washed the pots; I took care cause carrying the night pouch and
Settled into the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, bedraggled, dilapidated, crumb-containing for my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. In search of
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit
