Inchy: Sun 14th January 2024

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Sister Jane sent me this graphic below, and quite funny it was, too, I thought!.
Ha, Ha, Ha!
I thought of a few more straight away:
LHA: Lost hearing aids.
CPF: Catheter Pouch Full.
ACA: Arthritis Cartilage Agony.
WDII: What Day Is It?.
LMDS: Laddered My Diabetic Socks.
LTVR: Lost TV Remote.
LTR: Left Tap Running.
DNC: District Nurse Calling.
FMDOBATB: Forgot My date Of Birth At The Bank.
ROPP: Run Out Of Protection Pants.
LCO: Left Cooker On.
FOG: Fell Over Again.
DMOT: Dropped Mug Of Tea.
FAOTB: Fell Asleep On the Bog.
TWTA: Took Wrong Tablets Again.
FAOTB2: Fell Asleep On The Bus.
LBP: Lost Bus Pass.
CMS: Cut Myself Shaving.
LMS: Lost My Spectacles.
Hahaha!
I hope Jane likes them.

Another bad night’s sleep. Mid afternoon I was well out of it. Struggled to get this blog going. Hence, it’s now gone 22:00hrs, and I’m still working on it – mostly doing things wrong and making corrections. But the ode today did take me ages to do, and three pretty young carers distracted me somewhat. Haha!
It’s only natural for a man with my sex appeal.
Har, Haha!

More in the pouch this morning.

I made a point of not counting the empty crisp packets. But this did not assuage the guilt!

Off to get my done.
The shaving had only one tiny nick under the chin.
(I used this photo later as part of the Ode header).
Getting the PPs on after finishing was a work of painful art. The Stroke and Peripheral Neuropathy affected right leg, which was joined by and in making the task one of the most painful jobs of the month. Boy, that leg did not want to bend or lift at all. Somehow, I eventually, with cunning, I might add, got them on. I got the towel and picker-upper, wedged myself in the corner of the room to avoid any tumbles, and lifted the leg ankle with the towel flipped over the ankle, while grabbing the PPs with the picker. I’m still amazed at how I didn’t go over, but I didn’t. ! Then realised I had not yet ointmentated the piles! No problem, I Germoloided the rear end, then , and Phorpain Gelled both knees. I think I did a good job, really. Yet another brief !

Carer Kimberly arrived. Took the laundry down for me. We joked about last week’s bag of laundry getting lost and never found. She later returned with this one… the clothes were there, but the new B&M bag it was in had been snatched, and a dirty old bag was left in its place! The diabetic socks were inside out and still damp, so I reversed them and got them on the airer. Kim helped me hang the dressing gowns up, bless her.

The Phantom bag & clothes nicking resident…
Are they doing it for bedevilment? 
Twice on the trot now, so blatant!
Compensation, can I become a claimant?
If it happens a third time – disappointment…
Annoyment, cursing and discontentment,
Is someone turning belatedly delinquent?
For warmth, on my dressing gowns, I am dependent, 
To stop these thefts, we must be diligent…
Will I ever know where my washing went…
I want my leg straps back; I’ll be lenient,
I’ll not get uppity or militant,
Though it makes me slightly malcontent,
Could it happen twice, both an accident?
It could be, or maybe, malevolent!

Carers & Nurses drinkie-treats, and the last remaining warm dressing gown hanging over the door.

The carer earlier helped me get the leg straps on. I took this photo in the wet room ages ago, and have only just remembered it. Tsk! Sad?

Gorgeous clouds in the afternoon.
Plenty of contrails higher up.

I got and took three shots of the views in different directions. So that, my mass of foreign followers can both see how tight the housing is.
Slightly to the right.
Ahead…
And to the left.

The close-up shots are terrible!

A few hours later, and this one was terrible!
A little betterer?

I planned my meal for the night. The other pack of battered chicken that I forgot to put the SD card in the Kodak and took a photo of last night. I’ll have some chips with them, methinks. With some potatoes.
Back in the mooring to catch up – I hope.

Mystery photo?

Last of the ‘I shan’t bother buying again’ battered balls’, with potato cubes, a pot of side sauce, ready sliced wholemeal cobs, and pickled green tomato salad, was plated and consumed.
A late picture of the nosh. Part-eaten.

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Adieu, Ciao, Adios, Sayonara & Cheerio!