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Not one of the best of days… again!
However, after losing many hours, having no WordPress help, and Firefox going all apeshit on me, then the interruptions when I got back on blogging, the good old reliable failings from
Kept failing to get a signal again! To date, as I write

03:35hrs: I stirred back to ersatz life in the c1966, 300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, with and giving me sharp pains whether I was moving or not!
The tummy pains were rumbling, and the unwanted pleasure was rampant! All apart, I assume, from the cold that’s coming on.

Taking off the , has never been more painful. And being on the receiving end of the pain.

Got the waste bags into one, along with the unremembered-eating six empty Cheesy Curl packets in the bin at the side of the ottoman.

Tried again to get a decent early morning shot…
Obviously, this failed again.

Made a brew of Gleangettie.

Off to the Porcelain Throne.
Ten minutes later, back again!

Tried again for a shot of the later view.
Ah, that’s a bit betterer!

THEN THE COMPUTER COCK-UPS!
1) Firefox went into processing mode.
Nothing I could do, so I left it to do its own thing.
Took a photo of the end of the car park. Had a rinse, then back to see how things were progressing with the Firefox…
Still working away… do whatever it was doing.
Made another brew for the one that went cold.

Firefox still working away…
I checked on what to have for nosh later.
Firefox still working away…
2) Then went on CorelDraw. However…
When using import to export, the swatch comes up full screen, and I can’t reduce it back to the original size to see the template simultaneously! Anger-Making!

  came. I was at a low point when she arrived. Unsure if I’d lost my internet or not. And as I was telling her my woes… guess what happened? Followed by and a relatively long, violent period of flailing about from a .
& strappings put on for me. I was so fed up and frustrated I declined any painkillers.
I took two shots of the clouds now the rain had stopped, and they were a little better this time.
Beautiful!

After Sam departed, taking the laundry with her for me, I faffled about trying to cure the problem with the browser. Not the foggiest about what I was doing, and I got nowhere with the task at hand. Eventually, I had no idea how or why… the internet browser started working after many Windows opened that were too technical for me to understand and comprehend!

If I opened Firefox using the icon on the home page, I got a different setup showing. Using the the one in the bottom tray, and I got a usual one up? But…
I’d lost the connection to Grammarly!
I asked about this and explained things on the help page, but all I could get was a set of pre-answers to dozens of problems other than the one I needed help with.
Three hours later… I had to reinstall Grammarly. I ticked the icon to use it in Firefox, but this did not initially work. A message came up half an hour later, telling me that Grammarly is now installed for Firefox.
Praying, I closed everything down and rebooted.
Went into Firefox, my sites visited, and favourites came up; then I opened WordPress, the one I do need Grammarly to work on more than any other. SUCCESS!
By now, the evening Carer had arrived, and I was mentally drained and weary from the constant ailments and pains of the day. Asked if I wanted any painkillers, I replied, just two boxes, please! Haha! We did his Blood Pressure, and off he trotted home… with some treats in thanks, of course.

Now for the nosh-preparingTaste-Rating: 8.2/10.

Tried again to get some decent night shots of the view from the kitchenette as I washed the pots.
Not too bad?
It’s not too good either!

Well, if a cupboard handle dropped off one of mine, it wouldn’t matter to me. In fact, I have four of them missing… I just counted them! So I didn’t get the answer. Until I looked at this!

Acne and Eczema-faced Inchy,
Now scowls more, involuntarily,
Living life, unconventionality,
Errors, mistakes, made unintentionally,
Getting things right occasionally,
No… more like ultra rarely!
Decision-making, absurdly,
For an old man, he’s excellent immaturity,
Coping with his immobility,
Living with Peripheral Neuropathy,
Questioning his own sanity…
Recognises his vulnerability,
Accepting his lack of winnability,
Misses his previous imbecility,
Every day, Accifauxpas or a malady,
Addicted to his tabatière,
His life getting even more eerie,
His total lack of any theopathy!
His brain is crumbling, admittedly.
He thinks this is a terrible pity…
His life’s getting more demanding, more shitty!
Still, he likes to watch a documentary,
History, or maybe whodunnitry?
It gets harder for him to watch TV,
He still can’t manually pee!

This ode flowed out freely – sadly! Hehehe!