Inchy: Tuesday 26th December 2023

It seems to me that every week, some animal is freed from a life sentence for murder and commits another killing! This scumball Bierton has now achieved three murders of elderly women, two while released from prison with the blessings of the overpaid, incompetent members of our HMG Parole Board, killers!
Enough is enough!!!
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Well, what happened when I woke up at 04:30 was terrific. I thought as I looked through the open, curtained balcony window, a ghost or even person waving at me! Well, when I got around to uploading the photo I took of it: Of course, it could have been splattered nocturnal bird poo?
It did look like that. Can you see it? Or is it just me and having a mental disagreement over the issue? Obviously, it is just a reflection from somewhere. I hope! Hahaha!

I escaped from the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and released the Catheters nocturnal pouch, and took a snap of it with.
The contents were much lighter this morning.

After ponderisationing for a while, I made a decision…
Yes! These things still happen occasionally. I recall making up my mind in 1961, August 27th it was. But Grizelda had other ideas on that occasion, so we didn’t go to the pictures but stayed at home, making mad, passionate love. I recall it, cause I’m still hoping to be in that position again before I croak out… 
Oh no, I can’t, can I, not now, with the bloody Catheter on and the damned  Finasteride tablets tearing my prostate to shreds, thus I have no way of producing the goods anymore. Gragknangles!
Not that I’m likely to find myself in such a position again. I’m waffling, aren’t I? Sorry. I grabbed hold of, it and limped into the kitchen to get the kettle on to make a brew of my favourite drinkie, Glengettie tea. But the site through the windows, was showing the moon through the clouds. So I fetched , and had a go at taking a decent shot for once. 
I was pretty pleased with my first close-up effort.
I tried again, a little more zoomed in.

By Jimminee, this was a decent effort.
I nearly got excited; it’s been that long since a shot-in-the-dark photo came out like this for me, after so many failures or intentional modern art efforts. That a 
erupted. Haha!

But the kettle did not get put on. My memory magically and momentarily engaged and reminded me that I had to shower and shave before a Carer arrived.
A change of plans again; my hesitancy, indecisiveness. uncertainty and dithering returned.

I made another decision – Oh, Yes! I will not have a shower at this time in the morning and wake the neighbours with the noise it makes. I’ll have a strip wash and shave instead. I was pretty pleased with myself for doing that, and yet another mini was enjoyed…but not for long.
I got the clothes ready to get into, put the dressing gown in the laundry bag, and tackled getting the diabetic socks off of the legs. This was when I realised I had not taken off the alert alarm or medical wristbands, so I did. Then, I had the wrong glasses on for shaving as I went in through the wet room door. As I turned to go back to swap the specs, I hit the door frame with the right shoulder, and this set-off, , which was not a good thing when shaving. My started to fall all over the place! The earlier enjoyed smug modes were a distant memory now. So, I changed plans after a little ambivalent faffling. I decided to remove the PPs…
Gawd, had Little ever bled so much before overnight. NO! The blood had dried rock solid on my hair and skin! Naturally, the removal of the pants caused it to start bleeding afresh! More mess to clean up and another battle to stop it bleeding!
I’ll not mention the pain, either. But it hurt.

Then, as I was struggling to to get the fresh PPs on…
That was nice for a change.

So, the rear quarters were thoroughly washed and medicated… taking care not to disturb .

Then, a good all-over body scrub. Well, where could I reach to get it without bending and causing any further damage to the testicle quarters?
Then, being as had died down, I tackled the shaving. Amazingly, I avoided any cuts on the neck or face whatsoever!

Oh, dearie, me…
I was putting away the shaving tackle, I dropped a razor, & automatically grabbed it before it hit the deck.
So, the medicationalisationing started again. I sliced a mini-slither of flesh from the end of my thumb on the razor blades. Luckily it was the right thumb, so there was no pain at all, as we were not getting through to my brain to tell it what had happened at the time. A heck of a lot of cleaning and medication had to be done. Tsk!
Thanks to the Germolene and heavy-duty plasters.

I got the fresh togs on and off to the kitchen to prepare the potatoes and peas for later.
I returned to the wet room to check I’d not left the water running; all was safe.
The itching started again on the legs.
I got on the computer, but the itching was very tempting to scratch, but I managed to avoid it.

Made a brew at last.

The lad looked drained when he came and was not in a good mood; he’d been doing extra calls.
I asked him if he would put some of the cream for the Acne on my legs. He did so, and then he got the diabetic socks and legging straps.
Hope he can get some rest today.

Afternoon Shot.
Evening Shot.
Night shot to the right.
Night shot ahead.
Night shot to the left.
Not so good, this one.

Nibbler did the last two calls.
removed.
The papule lesions were creamed by Chris.


This may have been a top-scoring rating had it not been for the terrible Asda potatoes. The sausages, peas and, in particular, the green pickled tomato salad were all great and tasty! I’ve taken to these pickled tomatoes. The ingredients are Green Tomatoes 50%, Water, Red Pepper, Vinegar, Sugar, Carrot, Onion, and Salt. At only £1.69 a jar on a Special Offer at Asda, I got carried away and ordered another jar to be added to next week’s delivery. Nice, tangy!

Now For a Shock for You (and me)…
YEE-HAA!

By Inchie

78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!

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  1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
    Doug Thomas says:

    I laughed when I saw the reflection image! In the early days of photography, the masses could be fooled into believing in ghosts shown in doubly exposed photos, or, not that terribly long ago, fairies through similar photo tricks. Of course, we are more sophisticated now, it takes Photoshop and computer power to create false images to confuse and make us believe outrageous things! LOL! It’s even possible to create videos of people saying things they said, chopped into snippets, edited together, and presented as believably true things they never said. The human being is an amazingly clever monkey!

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchie says:

      You’ve got me thinking again now, Doug. I’m sure an insurance company, can’t remember the name, in Ohio, it would have been in the late 60’s or early 70’s, did something like that at an interview with a claimant they thought false but could not prove it. The matter came up in night college and we had a discussion about it… Sun, or Sun Life I think it was called. Never found out how it ended up though. Apparently they recoded him agreeing to something, then changed the question, to escape paying him out. Long court job as I recall, but never followed it up.
      I can recall this, but not which carers called on me today – Grrr!
      Cheers, mate.

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      1. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        Doug Thomas says:

        I had an uncle who was an insurance company investigator and attorney of suspicious claims. I don’t recall the case you mention, though the name of the company – Sun Life -is a valid one that sells disability insurance, a type that lends itself to fraud, with claimants claiming permanent injuries that prevent them returning to work, then the insurance company investigator catching them doing physical activities that disprove the claim.

      2. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchie says:

        There was a programme on TV last week that I watched about a false insurance claim, Doug. A man claimed he’s been ran into by a car. Which had a windscreen camera, and showed plainly that the man ran into the car.
        But he still said he was right in an interview, and couldn’t pursue his work due to injuries received. They filmed him dancing the night away, and mowing his lawn without any problems. I was so pleased when they discovered he’s made two other claims with other companies and won them… the best bit was he was sent to clink for months. Con artists abound nowadays, don’t they, mate.

      3. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        Doug Thomas says:

        Money!

      4. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
        Inchie says:

        That reply encapsulated the situation perfectly, Doug!

      5. Doug Thomas – Alliance, NE – I retired from nearly 36 years in a factory that produces hydraulic and industrial hoses. That is the short of it. The most interesting thing I've done is serve in the US Army as a motion picture photographer. I was stationed in then-West Germany in Kaiserslautern, Kleber Kaserne, in the 69th Signal Company (Photo). I was sent all over western Europe filming military exercises and other less interesting things. This enabled me to become a "bier kenner", someone knowledgeable about beer. Haw! I was much younger then, and could handle the wear and tear. The most interesting thing that happened to me happened in 1980, the first day of the new year: I spotted a rara avis in my backyard. A phainopepla, a member of the silky flycatcher family! It stayed around for two months, long enough for me to photograph it through a garage window not more than 2m from a birdbath to which it came each day. The photos, sent to the state ornithological organization and their rare bird report committee, established me as the first and only person to have seen this particular bird in my state. Records for my state go back to Lewis and Clarke's western expedition, so that gives you the context and perspective through which other birders view my record. You should too! It was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. It lead to a decade of uninterrupted bliss, tracking down birds in the field with other people of a feather. The worst thing that happened to me is called Wegener's granulomatosis. Oh dear! This is where it becomes difficult! WG is a form of vasculitis that you have for life once it develops. It has no known cause, though scientists work as I write to try to determine why it occurs. My story is long and I am tired: More details later! It is a fatal disease without proper care. With proper care, people still can die! One last detail: a weggie (pronounced "wegg-ee"), is a person with Wegener's granulomatosis. It is an Australian construction, to the best of my knowledge, and suits me better than being known in perpetuity as a "WG patient". In 2016, a Wegener's flare mostly wiped out what kidney function I still had, and I went through a two month process of hospitalization and rehabilitation before I could return home to my two cats, Andy and Dougy. My neighbors across the lane took care of them while i was gone, with a childhood friend who substituted for my neighbors when they had to be out of town. The major change brought about by the flare: I now am on dialysis three times a week. Fortunately for me, my local general hospital has a very modern, well staffed dialysis unit. With a nurse-to-patient ratio of nearly one-one, it is the best of five dialysis sites I've been in. The recliners are even heated! Since these units are typically kept ice berg cold, you can see I feel like I am in heaven! (Well, not yet, but you get the idea!)
        Doug Thomas says:

        Yep!

  2. pvcann – Augusta, Western Australia – I'm Paul a writer based in Augusta, Western Australia. My main passion is writing poetry.
    pvcann says:

    That’s very novel – a bird poo stigmata 🙂

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchie says:

      A disappearing stigmata, too, Paul. Hehe! I’ll look up stigmata in a bit.

      Reply
      1. pvcann – Augusta, Western Australia – I'm Paul a writer based in Augusta, Western Australia. My main passion is writing poetry.
        pvcann says:

        🙂

  3. Timothy Price – I specialize in daily art, documentary and promotional photography. If you have a special event such as a musical production, play, concert, etc. or have a product or fashion that you need photographed, or you are a performer, musician and artist in need of promotional photos please email me or call.
    Timothy Price says:

    Great moonshot and night photos. I’m happy that camera is working well. Too bad the taters let you down on the meal. Excellent self diagnoses ode.

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    1. Inchy – Nottingham. UK. – 78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
      Inchie says:

      Thanks, Tim, Sir.
      Kodak Tim is a gem, bless you.

      Reply

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