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Broke their own record for Internet Black-Outs!
Amassing this Sunday, a massive…
Eventually, I stopped counting them.
Since which, many more arrived.
Gifted me by . The
, smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, pecuniary, money-mongers, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, or genuine help for the poor demented souls that innocently joined Virgin Media; Back in the days when it worked, before which operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings, they own or have shares in All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% ownership), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica, and purchasing and destroying the only semi-trustable internet on the market at the time, , for about $234 billion!
RIP to Virgin Media Reliability
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Aha, this is a better shade!

Potatoes with sea salt added.

Balcony shot of the end car park.
It was not a very good shot as the shower started.
The mini-seconds-long shower stopped!

The tree copse.
East end of the car park.

Back inside from the balcony.

Three spuds that took longer than the rest of them?
Left them in a bit longer.
Cut up some pots, tomatoes and carrots, and
added them to the veg soup.
Added some beef flavouring.
Stirred it in…
Then, I added some gorgeous tasting…
to the saucepan and gently heat it so as to
get the flavours in all the veg.
Made a brew and left it warming up gently.

Starting to eat the not good looking home-made
Borscht soup, which tasted gorgeous,
arrived. I continued nibbling away as we had an excellent two-way nattering session. It filled me up, and I could eat it all. As Joanne said, I put it in the fridge for
consumption tomorrow. The medications were done,
and off went Joanne. A nice gal.

The sky looked worth photoing.

The bin bags were belatedly sorted out.

Taking them to the front door for collection, I felt the
dropping down the leg…
It looked like wind more than liquid?
It may have been from the Borscht? Hehe!
Emptied it and later got the night bag attached
to the day bag, ready for head downing.

Checked the taps and stove.
The view had changed dramatically.
Where did the sun come from?

As I was about to sink into the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner; in search of Sweet Morpheus. But the need arose… off to the wetroom, with the in one hand, and in t’other!

I banged my shoulder on the door frame going in.I dropped both
and the … tube gave such a pull as it fell, it started ! This left me in a quandary, as kicked off, and the need for the rear-end evacuation felt more urgent!
Blood trickling from Little , I decided to get the pants down sharpishly and seated on the WC.
Nothing but wind escaped!
Leaving emitting and leaving a putrid pong!
To stop the bleeding from ,
clean up the bloodied tubing, and treat, of all things, bleeding. How come, if I only passed wind, the piles bled? Powerful Wind?
Another problem arose... I had to empty and remove the night bag, which has a once-only valve for draining, then hobble with the stick to get another night pouch and back to the wet room. (It looked like someone had been stabbed to death in there. Hahaha!) But first, before attaching the night bag, I had to get the fresh PPs on…
Then I got the nocturnal pouch back on.
Then, the task of cleaning up the mess… With no cleaner to help, the place was already looking even worse and dirtier. So, I just used the picker-upperer to soak up the blood spots as best I could and called it a day… well, morning, which it was by now.

Mornin’ All!