Ruined the entire day with a new record of internet failures. I bet that the Oligarchs at
are proud of themselves. Over 35 times! There is no time to get all the usual bits done and posted. Sorry about this.
Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty Global, took home a salary of $ 62 million in FY2.
I hope he’s not too worried about this dreadful record… Mind you, I’ve little doubt that this paying billions to buy  Virgin Media, then letting it go to pot, is a part of some underhand, amphibological, clandestine-scheming, obscure, get-richer-than-ever plot?
Sorry again for this blog, but also for Mr Fries and his number-crunching and bending 
taking over the world’s internet. A financial plot, that will upset and destroy a lot of bloggers who joined one of his invested-in or owned companies, with no independent alternatives available other than ones left.
A cunning and working ploy from the boy!
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Good shade.
Actually, I drank this one.
Getting 
to take a view shot…
And somehow took this one of whatever it was?
I’ve no idea?
However, I did find the one above on the SD card.
No idea when I took this one.
At least, I thought it was. I had a go at the crossword.
Then, after a day or two (Hehe!) Trotsky Terence
flushed out and sprayed its evacuated product.
Not sure I meant to take this photo…
Or can’t remember why.
The fog came down.
Got some potatoes in the crock pot.
I left it on a high setting.
After many hours of fighting with the Oligarchs,
failing internet, cursing and considering going into a mass dank depression, I went to put the kettle on to find that the potatoes, all but three anyway, had broken apart. Tsk!
The fog turned to a mist, clearing now?
I spent so many mind-concentrating hours battling the frequently flipping failing internet and not getting anywhere; I also dreamed up some new chants in hopes that they may get to Mr Fries and turn him into a compassionate man… I know, fool! I didn’t notice until the pains started coming from the bladder and then 
dropped down with the weight of the urine as I stood up to reset the router for the eleventh time. Another followed! Why am I not surprised?
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Both the top and bottom straps came undone.
By the time I’d fumbled to get them back on and fastened,
the had gone off again!
I considered spitting, swearing and wailing to the Good Lord I didn’t believe in for a few moments...
Then, 
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A backwards and twisting to the right as I stood up from repairing the straps. Undoubtedly, from my having to bend down, and this let in 
and 
to help me go over… However, this time I fell on my bum onto 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.
Cleaned up & 
, stopped the bleeding quickly enough.
All sorted out.
Gave up my computing. I’ll try to finish this in the morning if I get up on time.
I took three shots of the sky.
Top to the left, centre ahead, & bottom one to the right.
I’d been looking forward to the Cumberland sausages.
A Great disappointment.
Not enough potatoes after all the others disintegrated in the crock pot I’ve left on a high setting. The tomatoes were bitter-tasting. And the sausages… I only ate two of them with some bread. They looked okay but tasted foul!
Flavour Rating: 1½/10. Tsk!
Got a letter from the Doctor, found it on the floor near the door, been there for many an hour, and it had been partly opened? That’s poor! I’ll check it out in the morning.
TTFNski
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03:00hrs: Worryingly deep-coloured urine today?.
… but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous. 
I realised I was leaving dirt marks on the floor from the bottom of my slippers…
So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry.
It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!)
, and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. 
As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation.
against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear 
giving way at just the wrong moment, she crashed into the chair arm. 
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Tried the new medications for this. 
, with an extra bit on 
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bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings. 
them both next.
Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the
infested left eye.
everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable 
one! However, I can report for once that there were no 
or 
I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this 
little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please? 
It’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!
arrived and got a bit of a shock. HaHaHa!
Grangnagles!
During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, 
, I sorted the waste bins and put them near the front door. 
There were still no signs of the 
The rain was persistent looking today.
Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.
visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed.
I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, 
than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris. 
at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery.
The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by…
and or 
. I think. I was so worn out, tired and in need of sleep again
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Say no more; I’m sick of hearing myself moaning.
Ah, later on, a better colour in the day pouch!
Kitchenette!
Made a mess of this photo taken. But it looks like a torch parade, which is interesting… or not. 
Well? I’ve not got the foggiest about this one!
Letter from the Doctors Surgery. With some fantastic news!
I hope I don’t get confused with all the medical appointments this and next month. And, there will be three more to add to the calendar soon. Two (at least) at the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk, and one at the QMC for the ? ? ? ?iac procedure. I can’t find the letter at the moment but 
has it in hand. Hang on, I think I know where it might be; I’ll investigate…
Raining a bit again, and misty with it.
Looks like some new geysers are coming on the left knee. This might be why 
I gave up and watched some TV. Here is a photo I took of a certain program I was watching. Can anyone remember what it was called?
I used to love this one.
Got some more nibbles in the nurses & carers tub.
Mini hog pork pie, garden peas, chips, well-buttered bread, milk roll, and a strawberry cheesecake for nosh.
off.
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got pissed of with him. 
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and earning $ Millions a year, should be invited to join this similar incapable organisation, that is forever getting things wrong shower in the Cabinet? 
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.
arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new 
Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with 
, with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for 
chimed out from the front door. I was 
delighted
danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
of the connect device from 
and 
, with 
to get to the alert Box anyway, so it would be easier to use it now. 
What am I saying? The total 
hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. 
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers.
As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, 
what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, 
It wasn’t letting me get the 
Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
FIND THE FAULT
knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. 
hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen 
, and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 
. As I automatically reached to steady myself and help Metal Micky keep me upright, 
NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the 
LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
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I spent more time than ever toying, resetting and praying that things might come on and stay on.
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Ist photo of the day.
Oh, dear, the kitchen view shot went wrong. Haha!.
Ah, that’s a bit better!
Nocturnal Pouch.
Medicationings.
Mug of tea.
Blue & grey mix in the clouds and sky.
Kodak Tim is in night mode.
This one was in sunset mode.
2nd and last mug of tea is allowed.
Nosh sorted it out.
Followed by a Christmas Tree ice cream lolly.
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The Ablutioning sessions, of which there were many, were all unpleasant affairs, with 
being in full control throughout.
told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, 
from 
Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit! 
Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!
for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth.
Why did I take this one?
And what was this one of?
Got the waste bags sorted.
Then the Asda order arrived.
Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings!
Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time?
Bottom freezer draw.
Middle freezer draw.
Top food cupboard.
Bottom food cupboard.
Teatime views. 
An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!
Curried beans, tomato passata, with
I got a mite carried away with the seasoning?
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Not so good, a little too dark again. 
fetched my up-to-date modern Nokia 
But had to change plans as the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Off to the wet room, naturally taking Nokia Nelly with me, and of course. As soon as I started hobbling any distance, the terrible twins, 
started the odd bit of botherisationing. The third time, 
done before the Carer came; it was only about 05:30hrs, and the Carers usually come later on weekends. So I did!
No intention of having a shower; why? I’ll tell Ayer… When I struggled to get the diabetic socks off, flakes of skin shot all over the wet room, and are a bugger to get up from the floor due to the non-slip surface. If I had gone in the shower, there was so much skin peeling off it may well have blocked the drain. 
I sorted through the medications to find something to put on the flaking skin on both my legs, forehead, and chin. I tried the 
Sudocrem cream. No good!
legs? Hehe! Seriously, they were so skinny for a change.
I put some of the cream on the legs and will ask whoever the Carer is if they can manage okay to get the
I was about to sort out which of the many varieties of old men’s nappies I had in stock, but the innards urged me to change plans and get back down post-haste to the WC seat without any delay. So I 
did. But the came out was the longest-ever blast of wind?
for the larger ones this time, the Morrisons Unisex type. What a farce it was getting them on! I kid you not! 
I utilised the small picker-upperer, trying to take care not to split the fabric of the pants with the sharp end. Again, not easy… in fact, I made such a mess that I was on the verge of leaving the damned pants off! But daren’t, in case I get a bleed from both 
at the same time as 
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, and is famous for having me over, the no warning 
routine. Now, of course, these are joined by the
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is because it is! Particularly Today! I managed, in response to a mini-leg-dance from the right leg, I tore the PP right down and did consider crying at the time. I had to get another pair of PPs and start all over again… 
getting the PPs on. What a mess! However, getting the fresh PPs on did go much better… just as painful, mind you.
With all the flipping, kerfuffling and cleaning up, I think the session took me well over two hours! Fortuitously, the Carer arrived late, it being the weekend, so I didn’t miss her coming. 
Then the innards gurgled, and wind escaped from my rear end. So, off to the 
, and associated frustrations 
and agonies that I had to contend with… and will all need doing again tomorrow!
weather for Nottingham.
made a fantastic job of fitting on for me. Thanks, mate, a great job well done! As you can see in the photograph above left, Israel’s fitting was so good that I could, with his help, get the slippers on top of the strappings. I was very impressed!
Flying around seagulls caught my eye a little earlier through the balcony windows. I went out to investigate. I believe they were all hunting for birds, rats and squirrels to eat for tea. I watched their ploy for an hour; it was fascinating.
Here is the answer to the little puzzle.
Potatoes – slow oven cooked.
to seasoning the spuds, I only had white cheddar extra strong cheese, now out of my favourite, usual Red Leicester Cheese. 
After consuming every bit of the meal, I went to get the washing up done.
evening’s dusky view. But decent ones I couldn’t do.
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it’s not surprising.  
Typing this reminded me of my upcoming visit to the QMC, EENT, to have the eyes checked that have been done to correct the Cataracts in both. I think they may then explain the procedure/stroke treatment (Laser again?) to tackle 
left eye. I checked on the calendar; It’s on Friday the 1st of December. Tuesday, the 21st of November, is the first of four visits to the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk. has arranged the lifts with 
to get me there and back. Then I’ll have to make sure I remember to ask 
before leaving. I’m not drinking anything before going out to avoid the pouch filling and having nowhere to empty it in private! Cause it will mean the removal of the trousers to get at it, and having to struggle to rearrange the re
when it goes back on… Remember to take the hearing aids with me to the Ropewalk and all spectacles 
with me to the EENT. January radiology at the City Hospital, then the FND assessment at the Mental Health Nuthall Hospital in Bulwell is coming up…
kettle on. 
Photographics?
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made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, sh
have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
A short but painful
against the metal chair wheel.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
I can recall them all. 
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carping on at me, it was another frustrating, barely tolerable day at moments. With misappropriate, miscomprehending mental mind meanderings, making anything simple seemed to be a mountain to tackle! Messy!
, and the cycle of freeing myself from his grip begins again. I seem to do this in auto mode; the short-term memory can have greatly opposite benefits,
turn into a 
, then the tormenting bafflements sink in. 
took over when I realised that, yet again, I got the order from Asda all wrong. I’d have bet money on double-checking and finding it right, but no! I intended and thought I’d ordered it for next Thursday. It came this morning! Can I get any help with this problem? Of course not. One becomes aware of The mind’s fallibilities whenever Doreen Dementia… No, I forgot, nowadays it is, of course, it’s 
failing, typing and sensing with the finger ends, which causes some complicated issues with the computer at times. However, at this moment, my brain seems concentrated on what I’m doing? These odd moments of semi-clarity never last for long; they never do. Sadly.
Don’t recall why I took two of these?
But I took them, so I put them on.
Morning view.
Rotten photo of the rotten-tasting mug of tea.
Selected small Anya potatoes in the crock pot.
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the 
Self-medicationings attended to.
I did it again. Ordered Asda for the wrong day!
The fridge and freezer were well stocked. Tsk!
Crafty!
Lightening up now.
Blogging away…
arrived. Bringing some prescription medications and a bag from the District Nurse’s clinic.
Just after sunset.
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Waste bags collated.
Computing.
Getting properly miffed at this!
Green gunge cleaner & freshener
First two bags were emptied.
Next bag.
Another bag.
I realised that many items had been delivered, not charged for, that I didn’t order!
Posh biscuits, Amaretti and Biscotti.
Orange juice and Mayo.
Custard Creams.
Garlic Paste.
Coffee.
Parsnips.
Box of 12 cans of cat food.
The Sourdough Soda Bread was irresistible. I heavily buttered two slices and had some tomatoes with them.
It’s a late afternoon shot.
Early evening shot.
I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery about the INR confusion over appointments. I’ll explain the situation at that moment: I’d just decided to phone JS about the items delivered that were not mine… 
, the JS problem. Then, just as a 
dawned… my mobile rang. 
Medications removed all of the 
for me.