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TEA: Standard. Turkey slice, cheese slice, pork sausage roll, boiled egg, coleslaw, tossed salad, baguette and fruit cake. Halal: Halal turkey slice, cheese slice, halal sausage roll, boiled egg, coleslaw, tossed salad, baguette and fruit cake. Vegan and vegetarian: Samosa and bhaji, vegan cheese, vegan sausage roll, hummus, carrot and celery, nut and bean tossed salad and vegan flapjack.
I will be having a can of soup & some bread. If I can salvage some crinkled, mouldy potatoes from the cupboard, I’ll also put them in.
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Well, this cheered me up a smidgeon! It was photo’d this morning in Sherwood, too!
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04:15hrs: I stirred back into a poor semblance of a mock imitation life. Again, the first ailment to bother me was from . She was giving me some hassle when I first tried to move the knee to get into a position to photograph the overnight catheter pouch. I took the picture and then tackled the task of removing my rhinoceros-like body from the clutches of 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, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. Which brought to mind the promised delivery of the proper safety rail not maturing. I’ll be pleased when it does arrive, and I can use the bed at last.
The summoning arrived to get to the, with some haste. A damned close thing it was too! Phooey, stinky and a very oddly shaped evacuation. Actually, looked like slices of bacon?
Washed and cleaned up, then went to the kitchen and saw the moon was in view. So, I fetched from the front room and tried to get a close-up shot of the planet. As you can see above, it was not one of my best efforts. Does it remind you of anything? It does me; I just wondered if it did to you?
The second try was not very good either. But I was fed up with failing on night shots for the past week. So, I tried yet again to get a decent one. Ah, this time, it came out decently, I thought! The nearby unseen clouds in the other pictures gave it a certain ambience… is that the right word?
I tried a wider shot, which came out with more colour. There is obviously a reason for this. But I’ve no idea what it was. Hehehe!

Onto the computer. A lot of work is needed, with me being far behind everything. I need to make templates (A long, long job), graphics, the ode, and get a new cartoon made… but; , my plans were changed when I felt the blood trickling on my leg. ! Back to the wet room. I think the bleeding must have started on the earlier visit and dried, then I must have caught it, and it flowed again. Cause when I investigated the situation, the blood was shot a fair distance as it squirted through the dried bits. The floor and cabinet instead looked like they’d been decorated for Christmas with rich red spots. Which was (blood, Hahaha!). Things did not go well… I’d not put the cap back on the Daktacort ointment properly, and it had hardened so much that it could not be used. So, stopping the flow was a difficult job. I had to use the only thing I could try, the Germolene cream. Which is not a blood-stopper but is a good pain-easer. Half a roll of toilet paper and ten minutes later, the bleeding seemed to be easing off. So I put some kitchen towelling inside the PP’s. I must remember to check it later in case it leaks again. It was nice that I’d rolled some towelling in there; it made it look bigger. Sad, innit?

Back to the computer, and ‘Oh, Susan chimed out from the door chime. had arrived. I asked him not to put on the diabetic socks,  or , as I was hoping to get a shower and shave later on. Because of many reasons, this did not happen! Richard sorted the medications; extra Paracetamol and Peptac were given. I didn’t wish him a Happy Christmas cause I knew he was working over the holidays, but I hoped he’d get some sleep in. Nice chap, even if he does tell me off. Hehe!

Concentrated on getting the first job done. Creating the templates for a few future blogs.
I remembered I was going to

ring Sister Jane back.
So, I did, but was forgetting some people make a Christmas day meal. Even prisoners in jail get Christmas day meals. But not yours truly. Soup & bread will do for me. She was busy making her and Pete’s Christmas Dinner. I said I’d ring back later. But they may be sitting watching a football match or film or falling asleep after their wonderful Christmas Dinner. But a can of chunky vegetable soup and Milk Roll bread is more than enough for me! Oh, yes! It doesn’t bother me. Not at all.   

arrived. I read I didn’t make him feel comfortable cause I was halfway through making the templates and scared of forgetting where I got up to. But the lad understood, I think. He even took a photo of me wearing Sister Janes ‘Christmas Elf’ tea shirt she bought me a few years ago. Bless him.
Here it is, Jane!
I offered treats and nibbles to the lad, and he took another photo, which came out brilliantly! I think you’ll follow me here, I hope. With me having ,  the skin is constantly shedding and falling on my chest. When he sneaked the shot in, I thought the skin was falling again and tried to wipe off the snow spots on the t-shirt! Hahaha! He even caught my hand wiping the imaginary skin flakes odd the shirt. Thanks, Chris!

I finished the templates and got on with making a few cartoon graphics. I spent hours on this but just could not concentrate. I may have spent too long on the odes and warped my already dented mind?

Time for Food!
The last of the beef chunks, the last of the chunky roast potatoes, with garden peas, and Polish green tomatoes pickled salad. (Really sharp and flavourful) A Taste Rating of 8.4/10 was granted to this nosh. Washed the pots, and tried to take some shots of the evening view on offer…
Yes, I think I got something wrong in the first two efforts? Well, I must have done summat wrong. Tsk!

The last one was terrible, but at least you can see what it was supposed to be that I was photographing.
Not a good outcome, but I was tired and was just starting to kick-off as I took the pictures. Or, something like that; Does that sound okay for an excuse? Hahaha! Love to know what it was I did wrong, though.

I checked the taps, (faucets); the oven-cooker was off, and plonked down in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. To see if anything was worth a viewing session on the TV. There was! A murder comedy, that I fell asleep watching twice this month. I snuggled down, got the hearing aids and subtitles on, and Zzz, within seconds, the adverts came on and I drifted off!
But I needed the sleep.

But an hour later, the last Carer called, which woke me up sufficiently, to know I had to empty the , before putting on the , the lad looked drained and tired.  
After he’s gone, I perused the TV schedule, and found the same film on another channel just starting. Hurrah! So I resettled again and went through the same procedure, adverts came on, and I went off to sleep, swiftly.
But, could I stay asleep? No! 
was not to blame, nor was ! Tonight it was the turn of to take over the nocturnal shift. (It’s only fair my ailments take it in turns). And Gordon Bennet did she! Relentless she was for hours on end; she’s never been this bad for years.

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Cheers!