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What a night’s sleep; Not much of it. Despite my being in the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner for a good 7 hours, I’d guestimate the time sleeping adding up to maybe two hours at the most! No cause that I could find. There were no , Nightmares, dreaming or Shooting awake spells. I woke dozens of times gently, realised how tired I was still feeling, and nodded straight off again into the land of Nod. 
Eventually, I looked at the clock. I couldn’t believe how tired I felt, despite doing nothing and spending some time sleeping, but not a lot!

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I was ultra-confused as I got up to check the night pouch and saw that it wasn’t attached at all. The day bag was well-filled. I hobbled precariously to the WC to empty and wash the jug. 
Then, still, in a mind-haze, I took two snaps of the now late morning view. 
A wide shot.
And another to catch the blue, cloudy sky.

I got the mini-hoover and cleaned up some nocturnal nibbling crumbs on the carpet. Then, I returned to the kitchen, opened a can of vegetable soup, and put it in the saucepan for some reason. 
Add seasoning, peas, and carrots to the mixture, with tomato passata & basil sauce. I didn’t put any heat on the hob, left it and found myself putting the computer on. As I said, things were hazy!

arrived. The poor lad was not looking too good. We both shared that this morning. Tsk! Richard took a look at the situation and found some straight away. Good of him! Wished him well and thanked him.

Five minutes later…
It made a slight change. Haha!

I added some liquid smoke and Borscht to the vegetables. I intend to bake some potato squares to a crisp and add them to the food later.

Made a brew of Glengettie. Then, I restocked the biscuit barrels with some of my favourites: Shortbread, Maryland Vegan Cookies, and shortcake lemon leaves.

On the computer for an hour or so, not that I was making much progress anyway, and chimed out from the door chime. Carer Marie, bless her cotton socks, came in quickly; you tell me the toe-nail-cutting was arranged for Friday. I asked if she knew if the gal was coming up to me or if I had to go down to the salon. Marie was not sure. Thanked her for her help and off she dashed. ♥

Back on the blogging. For half an hour, when who should arrive, but . Being a Monday, I thought he was calling for the midday call. Then he revealed he was here to do the cleaning. I asked him to mop the wet room. He got a j-cloth and wiped around the corners, but no mop was utilised. He told me the kitchen was alright and didn’t need anything done.
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The refrigerator door said differently after he’d gone, as did the marks on the floor. But he squashed all the things that were on the carer’s table and looked neater. 
He also used the mini-hoover for eight minutes until it ran out of power. Hehehe!
Bless him; he is a rascal. Hahaha!
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AN INSTANTLY CREATED EXTRA INCHY ODE

Simplification, via Organisation…
Often avoids an aberration,
A good administration gets my admiration,
Although FND causes me aggravation,
My mind is in constant altercation, 
My mental damage is in escalation…
I need a specialist to do an evaluation, 
Failure to do so causes me exasperation!
Best before I turn into a futilitarian!
I’m living in a fantasy, in hallucination,
No chance of mental impetus or impulsion,
My thoughts are going into laevorotation!
Merging into misapprehension, misconception, 
Delusion, misunderstanding, misinterpretation,
I’ve got a dying-off neurotransmission!
My body does its own thing without my permission!
Mentally, thinking and deciding are ordalian…
They told me there’s no pharma-conation,
I struggle with perception and conceptualisation,
All this is truth, not just an impression…
As I await my next pseudohallucination!
I’ve become an involuntary solitudinarian…
No wonder I’m always in depression!
My future is clouded, stygian!
Written by an ageing proletarian,
Scripted without dramatisation…
Using a damaged telencephalon!
Just a call for help from someone! 
Please help before I’m gone. 

There, that should get me help.
14 billion on the blogosphere.
FND doesn’t just disappear…
I’ll just sit here…
Feeling daily more odd & queer,
Awaiting a call, I should fear!
That flowed too smoothly, oh, dear!

I poddled to take some more views with from the balcony window.
Oh, that came out better than normal.
The end car park mudslide is nearly gone.

I had a look at the dates in the fridge.
Carer Marie checked the smaller print for me.
Plenty of noshes available!

I was struggling with such limited concentration to get the blog advanced.
Tried again to get shots from the kitchen window.
Not bad?

Quiz answers revealed.
Not that I found many, one!

Made another brew, Thompson’s Punjana.

Started getting the potatoes in the oven and sprayed and seasoned them. Getting dark quickly again.
Took these three snaps.
The first two were terrible.

I got the potatoes in the now-hot-enough oven.
Hope I don’t forget them. Hehe!
Got the meat cut up.
No cuts or bleeding!
Added then cuts to the saucepan. It smells lovely! Just the potatoes to wait for and need adding.
Feeling a smidge hungry now.
But so tired again.

The computer was turned off. The TV was turned on, and I kept an eye on the time as I watched An episode of the great “Open All Hours” comedy.
One of the funniest shows ever!

Back with an update in the morning…
Providing I don’t snuff it overnight, of course!

Good morning. I’m back with the update!
Worra Nosh!
Great Taste! I Ate It All!

TTFN