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WHAT A KIN DAY!

One supplied installed and charged for landline phones went down!
The fitted TV went down three times. got it going for a second time. And now, no one can help me get it going again, which made for a miserable night!
I left the hot water tap on to run cold this afternoon, so there will be no shaving and showering for me!
The new up & down bed has stopped working!
I made another dumbo-job of the food ordering and got two deliveries on the same day.
The door chime is no longer working!
I dropped a 1-litre bottle of spring water on my poor , it burst open and cost me hours to get things cleaned up, and the clothing had to go into the laundry bag… in it was the pot of freshener and soap capsule, which the lid came off of, and spread all over the carpet I’d just spent hours cleaning up form the first disaster… I was getting mega-frustrated!

Another mess to clean up. Porcelain and me! Bending down to struggle with getting the PPs pulled up… I took a tumble as had me over…
Landing on and hitting the , and right shoulder, which naturally started off my old friends and ailment and , almost incidentally, and accidentally causing bleeding.
I can report some good news about this series of , however. Miraculously,  barely bled at all!
When I got around to washing after the medicationalisationing of the various wounds, I found a tiny mark on my chin. The Germolene, Phorpain Gel, and Sudocrem are all running low now.

If there is a God of some sort who allowed me all this ecstaticness in life, I’d like to have a few words with him when I arrive at St Peter’s Gate…
What do you think the odds are for me having another  after I wrote this bit?
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Dark urine in the night bag. Not a good sign of a decent day in prospect when I woke at 05:00hrs this jolly, gay, contented morning. Huh!

in the wet room. Grumph!
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The internet was still going at 09:10hrs! Not for long.

The anticipated Asda order arrived as Shaquille was leaving, and he carried the bags to the kitchen for me. Nice lad. I got them unloaded.
Drinkies!
Meats, potatoes, ice cream, fresh vegetable mix, yes, this’ll last me a while.
Ready meals, sausages, croquettes, pies, tomatoes, hot dogs… Oh yes!
Treats.
These should keep the Nurses and Carers happy!
Overfull fridge.

Wet room again...

Then came the Iceland Delivery that I had supposedly ordered for next Wednesday. Many similar items arriving that had been delivered earlier from Asda! 
I was tempted to swear and spit at my ineptitude!
In fact, I did!
Paper Towels. As if I needed them!
More Shortie biscuits, sauce, cobs and milk.
Blimey, more sausages, bacon and pies!
The overfilled fridge, now more so.
Ha, what a plonka!

I unzipped a banana – and ate it!

came. And got the overcharging for TV working again.
Unfortunately, it went off again later. Argh!

Carer Helen called; I’ve not seen her for months on end. Lovely to see her again. She pointed out what Kara did earlier about the Pork Pie in the fridge needing to be eaten in a day. So, I had it with some mixed soup vegetables I was cooking in the saucepan, intending to have them with the fresh sausages, but I had the oddest-looking meal in a long time.
I was still depressed with the TV going off, and the door chime not working to enjoy anything much. 
What a weird plate of food!

: Of to the Porcelain Throne again and emptied the day bag while in there.
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The bag seemed to have a drop of blood left in it; I didn’t notice when I was releasing the valve at all.
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WHAT NEXT?

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Possibly six guitar strings missing?

did the last two calls. He could not help with the lack of TV from the frustrating and annoying situation.
On his last visit, he removed the leg strappings, handed out the painkillers, and was in a hurry to get home… which is understandable. I moved the alarm-sounding box to the hallway in hopes that it was causing the TV problem. I returned to the room, and the TV had gone off altogether? I turned it on again… and blow-me-down with a feather duster… the Virgin TV came on. 
I anticipate losing it again in the morning when the Carer presses the door chime button.

The earlier mess of a meal had not sated my appetite. So, I got two lamb & mutton burgers from the freezer and into the oven and returned to watch some TV while they cooked away. I suppose there’s no need for me to say; When the first set of adverts came on, I nodded and drifted away… I woke in time to salvage the overcooked but tremendously tasty lamb and mutton burgers. I ate each one between two slices of Milk Roll bread, with some brown sauce. Cooked them unintentionally in the oven at 180° for 35 minutes. Perfick!
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A small pot of jelly and a banana.
Fantastic Flavour!

Zzz!