Inchy: Mon 11 Dec 23 Including Inchy’s Psychologically Cerebral Ode to the Moon!

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03:00hrs: Burst into semi-imitation life.
Nocturnal urine is a better colour.

Eurgh!

Itchy ankles and legs. Multi-coloured?

Used the new razors… well, I say new; I bought them years ago and lost them. But the Social Lady and District Nurse found them when cramming the stuff in the spare room when making space for the bed. Haha! 
Not a single cut! .

Well, had to go again…

Haemorrhoid swabs were medicated in the sink.

Kitchen first, first one not so good…
Ah, much betterer!

I decided to house up the spuds before the get more growth on them. Last of the Leicester Red Cheese, and later on, to make cheesy baked potatoes. Well, I do love them. They’ll be the last for a while.

The sun tried suddenly to get through the gaps in the clouds, beautiful!
Not sure why I took another shot?

A later snap.

Sunsetting.
Closer shot…

Ah, I missed the stand… Tsk!

Up to date, the failures of the Oligarchs are only…
Another improvement?

A lot of time was spent preparing the cheesy potatoes. But no Accifauxpas this time… well, KI did drop a jar of seasoning, but it missed my toes and didn’t break, so I thought it was worth mentioning… although I have mentioned it now… What day is it?

The Cheesy Potato Feast!
I’d just sat down to eat it, and Carer Atere arrived a little earlier than usual. This took the edge off of my enjoying the meal, but having a chin-wag made up for it.
My ankle, leg straps and diabetic socks were removed after giving me the medications. Nice, lad.

Sleep came easily enough, but the bugger didn’t last long. made sure of that!

TTFNski