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– – No Protection, no Deterrent! – –

I had to take off my nocturnal pouch in the night. I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to empty the day bag before attaching the might pouch, and the bag was getting too full and rather painful in the bladder area. Ruined my sleep as well with having to get it taken off.
05:00hrs: Hence, the colour of the urine when I got up in the day bag, was far too deep. Humph!

Meandered into the kitchenette, got the kettle on, and tried for a change, to take a decent morning photograph.
They were of my usual standard – rubbish!

Made up a waste bag from the others, and as I placed it near the front door, I had to hasten… well, hobble swiftly to the wet room for the morning session.
Gorblimey, that was messy again!

I attempted to take a Kodak Tim shot worthy of presenting in this marvellous, entertaining, fascinating Daily Inchy Today blog. (Ahem!)
The first one wasn’t…
The second is even worse.
But the sky came out alright.

Carer Christopher arrived. I mentioned my forgetting to ask him to empty the day bag last night before attaching the night pouch. He did a good job in getting the leg strappings on for me. Medicated too.

Got on the computer and confused myself as I lost concentration and somehow started doing different tasks at the same time – and lost track of what I was doing. I’m doing this more often lately. 

Hence my disappointment at not speaking with the Doctor, the Cognitive Impairment Psychotherapist, on Thursday. I wanted to speak with someone who understood and may have been able to give some advice or guidance to me… But, No!

The needed emptying.
Still looking too dark to me. I drank more

Carer Dochal (I think) arrived. Medications, check on the lifeline check was done.

Back on the computer trying to sort out where I was before. Sister Jane rang me. Said she’d given me her new address in with her Christmas Card. She’ll email it to me as well. I emailed it to Obergruppenfurheress Warden Deana later on, for the record.

Back on the Computer… and the door chime rang out. It was a delivery of the table I’d ordered. I’m hoping that it will fit under the chair so I can eat with less chance of spilling, knocking anything or dropping stuff on the floor; curtsey of Shaking Shoulder Shirley, Dizzy Dennis, an involuntary Peripheral Pete Leg Dance, Reflux Roger,  Loss of Balance Belinda, or Colin Cramps. But I fear things are not going to work out. Why? I’ll tell yers!
The well-sellotaped box it arrived in, was awfully light. I can imagine myself getting the shakes and knocking the table about with ease and spilling, dropping and swearing a little, maybe, when I use it?

An hour or so later, the pouch was near;y full again!
But it did look a ‘lighter shade of pale!’ (Wasn’t that the title of a song back in the day?).

At last, it’s getting lighter outside, too.
Well into the afternoon now as well.

Back on the computer. Creating the ode of the day now… But inspiration & concentration is still scarce.
Getting dark earlier than ever.

did the next check. I took his Health Checks before he left. Another good one from the lad, a healthy specimen of a Carer. Hehe!

Caught some contrails in the oddly coloured evening sky, with the sunset… It was Bootiful!

Then I set about getting the roast potatoes out of the oven, and into a pan of Chilli Soup with added soy, liquid smoke flavour and Worcester sauce.
Flavour Rating: 9.2/10. Gorgeous!

Went to wash the fodder things.
How the view had changed from 30mins ago!

I bet you all got this one!

Closed the computer down and went to check that I’d not left the hot water tap (faucet) running.
Another change of view.

All ready for Monday yet?
Whatever you do, don’t forget…
Although I am a simple poet,
Take heed of this little odelet,
Take care when doing a pirouette,
Or backing a 5/1 favourite…
Christmas, at home with your poppet,
Keep your money in your pocket…
Save cash; have a pigeon, no piglet,
And send me some money…
That will rescue me…
Lost my bank card & number, see?
I also lost it in 1953…
I’ll accept donations, appreciatively,
They’ve also turned of my electricity!
I’m not seeking pity or sympathy!
Just money, by the pound, not penny!

This ode was only meant to be funny!

Keep Happy!