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Might need help on this one, please?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –I spent the day with IN & OUT periods.
Likely more Outs than Ins! , along with ruled events and happenings. & the odd didn’t help much either. Seems I took loads of irrelevant photographs, too? But these can prompt the memory sometimes.
A weird Wednesday. No financial support call today.  It can’t be helped, so many carers taking holidays, maybe? If one goes suddenly sick, I can understand the problems increasing. I had similar problems when working as a Security Controller.
The mind is still not concentrated; it goes off of its own accord from subject to topic, and getting back to where I was, was nearly impossible at times. Just started this blog, Thursday morning.
More time lost, & confusion found again, when…

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Kept going down, and I lost work already done!
Their total for the day was…
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The evening pouch was removed.

Took this snap from the 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, of the foggy morning, through the balcony windows.

Sorted out the waste bags.

Washed the lower and rear areas, and decided to try one of the XL Asda protection pants again.
Then a blank period. I know that something happened, cause during the ablutionings I came across…
I mark on my chest?
The left arm was spouting blotches…
And the feet colouring is still different, as the degree of swelling?

To the kitchen, took another shot of the mist.

Gawd strewth! I’ve done it again! I’d have put money on my getting the Asda order for next Wednesday. is proving his capabilities – not sure I can’t here him laughing? Haha!
A big order as well! Glad to see they had the LU cakes in stock.
Super surprising to see they’d also sent some Germoloid and Germolene Cream. Cost a fortune, but at last, I may get some relief for . Hurrah!
Fridge foods, (not the bananas).
More fridge foods, If I can get them all in the fridge, I’ll take a photo and add it to these.
Talk about crammed in! Haha!
I do recall deciding to have the baking potatoes for the meal today. And I’ll see if and allow me to get some cheesy spuds roasted. Not had any for months now.

Made a brew of Thompson’s Punjana tea.
I assume I’d been on the computer, cause later I found that things had been done on CorelDraw, that I couldn’t remember doing? I continued with the blogging…
And lost all that I’d done when they struck again.
Mode engaged! Self-Pitying too!

Took a break, because I didn’t have the instinct or willpower to start all over again, yet! Took these photos.
Right of the balcony. Tree Copse, pathway up to Woodthorpe Park. I couldn’t help myself taking this snap; I probably made myself even more depressed at the realisation that I could no longer get up the gravel pathway to the trees.
Straight ahead from the kitchen window, well a little to the left!
Back on the balcony, end car park view. I could have fallen out of the window, as I lurched out to get this shot. Not that it would have bothered me at the time in the slightest! I was really down in the dumps. I spent some time musing over things as I viewed the scenery and decided that things could be so much worse, and then the guilt for feeling so pathetic arrived. I was not in a good frame of mind then, but cheered up later a bit. Mainly due to making a half-decent job on the baked cheesy spuds. Har-Har!

FOOD!

The three potatoes for baking, that I planned to get into the oven. were reduced to two. You can see why, good old Walmart! Did some
on this shot. The wounded spud in the middle; I can see a furrowed brow, one eye and a mouth in it. Can you?

I got the spuds baked, then got the flesh out into a bowl and mixed the potato with some Leicester Cheese, sea salt, and a splash of Worcester Sauce. Put the mixture into a foil baking tray. Pressed it down, and forked the top to make ridges that should crisp up!
I was going to return the mixture into the husks, but they had broken. Got them in the oven. Two emptied husks, I sprinkled some grated cheese into and added to the oven dish.
Looking good, another half hour in the oven to brown the off.
Out onto the tray in the dish.
By Jimminee I was enjoying these…

Carer Chris came early, as I was at the stage above eating it.
He quickly got the eye drops in, left the night pouch handy for me to do later, and was off. He’s a kind lad.
I continued eating…

until nothing was left to eat. Gannet!

A deserved Taste Rating of 9.1/10.
Turned on the TV.
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But it was a fitful effort. It felt to me like I was doing the regular bursting awake with jerks every few minutes! I gave up and went to get an ice lolly from the freezer.
But didn’t get one, cause the view through the kitchenette window, broke my limited attention, and made me return to get , to take a picture of the amazing hue of the night sky.
Glorious nature!

As for nocturnal sleep – what is that? It’s been so long since I had a good undisturbed sleep. Once again, the interference came from . He seemed intent on covering the faults and mistakes I’d made, from around 1954, as a whippersnapper living at Brookfield Place, in the Meadows area of Nottingham. Schooling cock-ups and embarrassments sneaked into his tormenting later; that was when I gave up and got up!

The only good things about today were the arrival of the Le Petit Beurre biscuits, the Germolene and the Germoloids!

So many other things took place, I’m sure. But with me either not making notes, or mayhap throwing the wrong page away and losing them, time is so short and the memory too?

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