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I couldn’t find it, not me,
Due to Glaucoma Gladys & Cataract Katie,
The black snake is so tiny,
And, a little bit shiny,
I took my defeat graciously…
Although somewhat abjectly,
I blamed it on bad photography!
Hehehe!
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I fear this will be my last full blog; until, although my hopes are not too high of this happening…
all the time, ever get corrected!
Whatever the Oligarchs of
money-manipulating, untrustworthy, pathetic internet suppliers service oligarchs, are up to, I don’t know. But the problems and massive brownouts are driving me insane!
It is now Monday morning, 09:30hrs, and I’ve just managed to get a signal, such as it is, from the number-crunching, unreliable, sod-the-proletariats, let’s cut off the disable old gits alarm line system and landline, give them over 60 brownouts a day, and force them to leave, get the buggers all on one of the other companies we own, (An obvious ploy, but I can’t fathom out the sense in this – but then again I’m not a greedy get-rich merchant or Oligarch).
I am jealous, though. Hehehe!
Not much of the day left; I have to rush now…
Darned dark-dooda in the catheter?
Oh, dearie me!
Back again for another session on the Throne.
An amazingly yellow-tinted view of the sorted-out waste bins is here. Why? No idea?
Got the cans of soup out, made a brew, and got two large potatoes cooking in the slow cooker.
Looking bleak!
Got the potatoes out of the pan, to cut them up to go in the saucepan with the vegetable soup. !!!
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Dropped one on the kitchenette floor. The tears began to pour! Bent down, lost my balance and fell on the floor, in agony again, was really sore.
Managed to salvage some bits of cuttable potatoes, wished it were more. Back to the computer, I hobbled and gave up on it. , and Firefox playing up, which I could do nothing about without an internet connection…
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Made another brew; the first one went cold.
And had a dunk of some bikkies!
Cut up the salvaged potato. I didn’t bleed much. Then added them to the soup. I decided that it would be a good idea to put some of the Borscht in, with some of the utter crap-tasting Spanish tomatoes. Oh, and some peas.
The Borscht never improves the visual aspect of any sew or soup I make. But by gum, it does the taste of it!
Still looking bleak out there.
Can’t do anything on the internet. Thanks to the
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Mike Fries is Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global. He took home $64million in FY2.
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Jealous? Me? Why, yes!
He’s destroying Virgin Media, and doing a better job than Rishi is in killing off the Conservative Party!
But he knows what he doing; no one else does.
By gum, the Borscht vegetable soup tasted almost perfick! The letdown was me adding the acidy, foul, Spanish tomatoes. Sorry, I did that; they’d have been better getting wrapped and thrown in the rubbish!
Here’s the location of the snake in the quiz.
No wonder I couldn’t find it. I’ll be interested if anyone else did, though. A toughie this one was!
I did some BP tests on some Carers over the weekend.
did the last call. Got soon had the
whipped off.
Sleep Time Approacheseth.
Please let me get some tonight!.
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I did not find the snake. I still don’t see it circled. Oh well. Nice natter with the reaper. good looking meal besides the nasty tomatoes.
Carer Victor could see it, but not me either. Hehe!
I enjoyed doing the reaper chinwag, Tim, thanks.
I found 2015 photos of myself on Google Drive, Tim. I’ll have moan in ode I think, and use it as a header, of how things have changed. Har-har! I ‘d apparently just come up from a walk through the tree copse… I seem to remember picking a tree branch (in my hands in the photo) up to move it so feral kittens were not tempted to play on it and become an easy target for the seagulls. I loved seeing it again, but felt rather low at the thought of never having a walk through the once beloved tree copse. No ankle or leg straps, no walker or stick… Ah, well, can’t be helped.
How did you go on with the feral stray?
WP is either letting me like some blogs, and comments on some, but never both on the same blog???
Humph! Cheers, Tim.
Grim was on to you, I’m still laughing.