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I’m not really scowling in this photo, honestly; I’m not. It’s just that I’d just had an accident in the kitchen, and … well, , and at the same time, I knocked the milk off of the counter and hit my elbow trying to catch it from falling on the floor. I missed, and a splattering of milk was spilt. Bent down to wipe it up before it got sticky, and that set off. Not that it bothered me, of course.
The slip on spilt milk I’d missed got to me a bit.
However, the day was an improvement from yesterday!

It’s not very often that I can say that and be truthful
Even if things did get a smidge confusing later on.
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04:20hrs: I woke with both  and both stinging away at me… but not for long, oh, no. As I lowered the left leg carefully, It was undoubtedly failing that caused the heavily bandaged leg to clunk onto the floor. , followed by a few quietly emitted oaths and curses, as I hit my against the leg stanchion on the chair. I pondered… “Surely this can’t be happening”. But it was!
I got the Germolene from the ottoman, rubbed some in the left knee, and rubbed it in well for a while. The knee was a little larger than when I got my head down last night after doing the same thing, rubbing in the ointment. Took off the , and grabbed , to take this photo of the colouring. Which was not too bad at all.
I gently raised my elephantine body up on its dodgy knees, leg ulcers, with and in both, to catch my balance… I don’t know why I’m not in hospital. Hahaha! Grabbed the wooden walking stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to get the kettle on. Where I took these three-morning view photographs – Gawd! They came out worse than yesterday’s were? What’s the opposite of smug-mode-engaged? I’ve just looked up an antonym… and made a tab to use; !

Yet another photo that I either can’t remember taking or, took without realising that I’d taken it.
Not good, is it?

Eventually, I got the first of the two permitted brews of tea made. Thompson’s Punjana this time.

Sorted out the waste bags, and got them into one large one.
Took it to the front door to be collected by the Carer at a later time.

Then got the daily doses, dosed, and the ointments, cream applications, and medications tackled. Ear drops, eye drops, and eye-cleaning sorted.
Washed the Jenny-Donated mugs ready for the second brew, possibly Glengettie in the afternoon/evening.
Off to the wet room for the first   duties.
Far less rumbling within the innards this time pre-session.
Things seemed to be nearer normal this time… Not that I ever have a regular evacuation. Hehe!
The lovely Carer arrived and I asked her to check the date written on the day pouch. I asked her if she could change the bag, but could not help her on how to do it. She rang someone, Meridian, I think, I could not hear what she was saying.

The man told her the bag was to be changed every month. This left me feeling confused. I felt sure that Kara checked every week to check and see if the day-pouch had been changed? convinced me that I’d got it wrong again. I apologised to for getting things mixed up. A lovely gal. I think I’m losing it worse than usual? I’d have put money on it that I was right, and it should be weekly, and the dried blood from backed me up. “Thunder-Cocker-Upper Inchy” Strikes Again” Hehe!

Galore on the blogging, so I gave it up and did some sorting in the spare room. No lifting or bending, though, as per the instructions and recommendations from Sarah of the Falls & Rehabilitations Team. More bags to go. Back to the mistake ridden-ever correcting the blogging.

The next caller was . Another nice gal. We managed a little natter, leg-pulling and laugh. During which I explained my earlier over my thinking that the was changed every week… And she said I was right!  
It’s the entire , tube and all, that should come out monthly; the day bag was to be changed weekly.
We decided that the communication with whoever it was who was rang on the phone was muddled, and the advisor, whoever that was, thought she meant the whole shebang being changed. You know, the inserted tube being removed, Argh! I left off overnight to see if I could manually pee again. Over the last 12 months or so, this has never been the case. Then, a month trial on Finasteride tablets to try and reduce the size of the prostate as a last gasp-chance, and if this does not work, a permanent catheter will have to be fitted. The month trial turned into a 6-month trial; no passing, but still on the Finasteride even now! No signs of any permanent catheter being fitted either. This seemed a logical conclusion to me, and Joanne. We both wondered if they were waiting for me to snuff it. Save them the expensive operation? Won’t keep them long. Hahaha!

I selected the lesser bruised potatoes and put them in the oven tray for baking later. It turned out to be ten hours later as it happened. Tsk!
A snack, a treat, was the next thing I made. Two mini butter croissants, with some naughty lemon curd in a side dish for dipping them into, and the final mug of Glengettie for the day.

As I took this snap of the beautiful sky…
I thought of Mother Nature, and far beyond the sky…
Are there really aliens out there monitoring the earth and its tellurians, especially humans?
We seem to assume that they will all talk in English? Learning it while spying on our planet.
Will their language, to us, sound all gibberish?
Our greed, lust, and criminality make the sick?
Our inventions, Money, H-Bombs, & arsenic?
Will they understand anything oligarchic?.
Spite, hatred, and Jealousy are pathetic!
Are we destroying our own earth, killing each other?
Home to some is a Fatherland or Mother?
Our lack of morals, bigotry, greed & multi-faiths?
Slaughtering the innocents, children & waifs?
The unknown below our ocean waves?.
Going to the moon, some say we didn’t, some did?
Our war criminals who fled and hid?
We free murderers to kill again, wrong, surely?
Families die of starvation daily?
Proletariats, scroungers, people controllers?
Some still believe in help from prayer?
Does anyone on earth care?
They all want more than their share!
Although, to be absolutely fair…
The aliens detected mostly despair,
And said, “Oogle bzz rticklum zare”
Translated: “Sod it, we’re not landing there!”

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What a fantastic, beautiful display of clouds in the sky this afternoon.
My love of pareidoliaising was inspired! I saw a frog, nose, fingers, and many creatures with open mouths, and beaks. Took me a while to pull myself away from searching and finding so many things within this view from above.
It’s one of the best, most pareidoliaiable I’ve ever taken… speaking as a committed, dedicated Pareidolianist. I just can’t help myself, Hehehe!

The blogging was not very productive now. Feeling tired and weary. Thus, even more cock-ups and mistakes were being made as I pressed on regardless. I cheated on my two mugs of tea a day… and made a third one. Naughty? Yes! In mitigation, it was not intentional then, as fooled me. But by the time I’d sat at the computer to drink it… the Memory returned and guilt flowed. I thought, well, I’m not throwing it away now, and drank it gladly! I didn’t realise how long it took to make so many errors on the blog!

Checked the spud in the oven. Soon be ready to get them made into cheesy potatoes.

Nightie-Night Sunshine!
See you tomorrow.
Well, let’s hope we do anyway, my friend.
Evening Carer Victor called. Took his Blood Pressure, pulse and temperature. All was fine! ♫ Jealousy, t’was all over my Jealousy ♫. Hahaha!

Made a start emptying the potato husks into the mixing bowl, with some delightful Leicester Cheese to taste.
I got them mashed as well as I could without any major droppages or spillages. Flesh back in the halved husks, with sea salt and not butter, butter. Forked the tops to aid with crisping while cooking. And into the oven on 220° heat, and back to close the computer down. Then, I got the dirty pots I’d made washed with my not-so-secret method: I’d put the dishes in the bowl, baking powder and washing up liquid added, and as the hot water filled the bowl, most of the bits of burnt cheese floated up and out of the bowl into the sink! A tip here: if you try this, make sure you run plenty of cold water around any metal bits in the sink cause it stains it rotten! As I discovered the first time I tried it, I didn’t rinse the baking powder properly. Now, with all my ailments, I also have a horrendously well-staind metal sink! That is impossible to clean off!
Here it is!
Two potato rissoles, and the ultra-tasty, & flavourful, took three hours to cook and came out alright for once, famous throughout the land.. the World, and the Universe are my own secret recipe for Leicester cheesy baked potatoes! Well, my neighbour Josie likes them.

TTFN, each!