Day: 29 November 2023

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03:10hrs: And springing awake every few minutes again last night. But, it was reluctantly that I had to rise from the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner; and hasten to the Porcelain Throne with some degree of worry about not getting there in time. 
The almost liquid evacuation seemed to go on and on, for ages. 
Cleaning up, I finished the half toilet roll and moved on to the next one to finish the job properly. Messy!
To the kitchenette with, of course, the wooden walking stick in tow. Checked the taps, fridge & freezer doors and stove had not been left dangerously.

And started taking morning photographs of the view. Then up in the sky, I could see the clouds in the murkiness from the glow of the moon coming through a gap. And took this one.
I made a 3:35-hour brew of my Glengettie tea. Took it with me to the computer, and imbibed a few of the Vegan Maryland cookies, and very nice they are too!
Went to wash the mug, washed it, then got the waste bags into one, and put it near the front door.
I managed to shoulder charge the wet room door, as I had to respond to another call to the Porcelain Throne! This time though, it did not get any sort of reaction from . That was a first-timer!.
The first two hours on the computer went something like this:  within a minute of using the internet. 
Got it back on in about ten minutes. Opened CorelDraw to do some graphics to use. back to the computer…
Off again for 5 minutes.
And back on, I’d lost a bit of work done. (I mention this just in case CEO Mr Fries was worried about his failures, and his salary going down to a mere $62 million a year.
It took me a long time to get it back on, all just as yet again within a minute of coming back on. This time there were no Internet Services whatsoever available,  according to the listing on the computer. Total blackouts standing at eight.

arrived. Got the medications sorted, and we had a little natter as she did so. Then she checked the taps and cooker, and took the waste bag with her on the way out, for me.

Back to the computer… 
Humph! Turned everything off again. Turned off the power to the router, and removed the plug. Waited for the regulation for 15 seconds, and plugged it back in, and waited for the return of the elusive, smoke & mirrors, oppugnant, plutocratic, multi-crore, plutocratic, fallacious  
engineer instructed me to. And waited… and waited… By the time it came back on, I needed another shave! Then off it off again, for a few minutes.
Frustrated is not the word. I still haven’t had the landline telephone repaired yet… bet you they’re still charging me, though… Scumballs!

I pressed on and got the Monday blog sent off at long last, and just the one let-down during the hour and a bit. It came back on of its own accord. Do you like my graphic of Mr Oligarch… no, Fires, showing his respect for customers?
I think I may have got an idea of why the paid billions of dollars to buy Virgin Media, only to destroy it. His possible master-plan, for his wheeling and dealings, buying up and into nearly every internet provider in Europe, and South America!
Virgin was by far the biggest and best when he bought it. So, by destroying its reputation with the worst internet service in the world, now; The poor sodding customers can only go to his other financially invested-in and bought-out companies, cause he’s into just about all of them! EE, BT, ‘3’, Vodaphone, O2, Cable and Wireless Communications, Gig-Gaf, SunRise in Switzerland, Telenet in Belgium, UPC in Slovalia, Virgin Media in Ireland & Britain, UPC in Slovalia, Virgin Media in Ireland & Britain, ITV, Lionsgate and Televisa Univision, joint ventures including Formula E and All3Media and investments in funds such as Powerhouse Capital, Redbird Capital Partners and Raine, with 49 others, not mentioned on the site.
Their manipulative grubstakers, speculators, and plutocrats, all, I suggest being, from within the realms of the Oligarch stables. Greedy to share the coming profit bonanza from a monolithic single-owned internet provider in the near future?
Does that sound about right to you? Much as I hate Mr Fries and am jealous of hell of what he earns… well, gets paid; I have to admit he is a financial wizard… dodgy with it, and a scheming-foxy chap. A good-looking beast, too! Mafia-material, I’d say.
Herr Fries paid $6.2 million for a 3,542-square-foot house in Palm Beach.
What a pokey-hole. Haha!
Jealous? Me?
If he gets away with, as he does, leaving pensioners, disabled, and handicapped people without an internet service, emergency lifeline, or landline phone, he deserves his pay. Spit!
I bet he’d love to come live in my telephoneless, three-roomed flat? Maybe not!

I’d been working away with CorelDraw and the blog for two hours. No internet failures Of course, it had to happen again.

Working away on this blog for a few hours… and I realised that the internet had not gone down! Maybe he is reading my blog after all?

Back to the wet room. An almost identical splashing squirting, liquid evacuation had to be coped with.
Cleaning it up, unfortunately, set off the eshe devil, .

I realised I’d missed some pictures I took back in the morning. On the right, is the end of my beloved flat, in Woodthorpe Court. Showing the rooftop CCTV. The regular shot of the end car park on the left. Shadowy, eh? Well, would you believe it, fancy that, the internet is down, yet again!
I then took a snap of the sun getting through. An hour of two later, During the 17th failing of the abysmal, crap, internet,

I ventured into the kitchen, to investigate what I had available to have for the evening meal. One meal a day for me. 
I took this shot of amazing mini-clouds on view from the kitchenette window. I’m not sure what the two blue spots high above the clouds are; the lens on was clean?

Then… one more visit to the wet room. Not such a wet one this time, but sticky!
Back on the computer… I might have known it would let me down yet again, well I did! Thank you, CEO of , Mr Fries, the Virgin Media Destroyer Supreme. He’s destroying me as well!
Arrived, and I  pointed out to her the medications the optician told me to buy, with the associated costs. Sickening! We both agreed on that!
Marie had brought back my laundry, all neat and folded up, Marvellous! Thank you, gal. She even hung up my dressing gowns for me, bless her cotton socks. ♥

Well, I struggled with this blog. Hard work it was too. With my shaking right hand (and leg), mistakes due to lack of feeling in the finger-ends, which are all . 
Took the first one of the fantastic sundown.
Ten minutes later, I took one after all was dark.
What a mess I made of this one, did I not. to blame for this one.
My second effort had a much betterer outcome.
Not as dramatic, mind you, Hehehe!
I then gave up and started to get a meal sorted. Only a can of chunky veg soup, with basil tomato passata added, and some bread to soak it up with. A pot of raspberry jelly for afters.
By gum, I live well!

Back in the morning to catch up with things. TTFN. 04:25hrs: I’m back to catch up. Hehe!

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TTFN