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Spot on colour in the night pouch.

leaking again.
Gathered the medications needed.
I think it’s less tender?
All done…
Five minutes later, I could see that she was at it again, beginning to seep through! My right leg is getting skinny.

Taken from the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.

Wet room and throne visit.

Interesting outcome of the end car park shot.
The sun coming up made it look like a barricade had been built on the mudslide part. Hehe!

Beautiful puffer clouds later. It was a changeable day, with lots of rain and showers later.

The day pouch colour was great.
But Little Inchy still hurt!

I made a cock-up here… I was going to put some Germolene on , but used in error.
It was great! Stung a little, mind you.

Made a change. Haha!

Here’s the meal plan for later.

I thought about tidying up the Carers table.
That was as far as it went!

Wonderful clouds up there.

I was making so many mistakes. The pains, leaks, lack of concentration, and I was yonks behind with the blogging (I still am!). How I got so much done, is a puzzle. Admittedly, a mistake-ridden mystery!

I stopped to make a much-needed brew, and I took these take these great to me, shots of the view.

Returned to the computer, and continued in the same fashion. The brain was occasionally being tested, as the memory faded and returned, but I’d got tons of work done? As I said, mostly error-ridden, and needed much correcting done, in my occasional fleeting moments of awareness. Such as they were. No doubt about it, for around three hours or so, I was in and out of whatever I was doing, which seemed to just work on the blog?

Took these after-sunset shots as the rain ceased.

I gave up blogging, after getting Thursdays done. I’ll have to start this one on Sunday… No wonder I’m chronologically confused; bewildered, puzzled, perplexed, and baffled. These mystifications are a part of my rapidly acquiring decrepitude, and degenerating brain and body: as I wend my way into accepting senility, mental decrepitude and the promise that is the harbinger of the forecasted approach of Alzheimer’s.
It’s being so cheerful that keeps me going. Hahaha!

FOOD!
I’d cooked some spuds in the crock-pot for about 12 hours, drained then chopped them up, and added them to the soup. I also added some chopped tomatoes (Not a completely blood-free exercise, but it was only the tiniest of cuts down a fingernail), and some Borscht, with sea salt to the saucepan.

CHEERS!