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Ode hue in the flat this morning?

In the kitchen, too?

Nocturnal Nibbling Guilt!

Had a go at the crossword.
That hue is there again?

I got some of the fresh Ada peeled potatoes and cut them up in my intended vegetable stew meal. 
Threw most of them away, above is what they looked like inside when sliced…
The thumb this time!
About half of them were alright.

Morning view from the kitchen.

I returned to the main (other) room and wanted to take a photo of the day bag that had filled to the max. So quickly. Could I find what I’d done with ? No! I started a search worthy of Sherlock Holmes, I thought, but it seemed to have disappeared! Hello, grinding in the innards, off to the wet room for another try at an evacuation…
I had a rinse, got a fresh pyjama top and dressing gown on, and went back for another look for the camera. As I was going from one room to another, only three arrived anyway. I was just telling him of my losing the camera… and I remembered where it was… I’d had it with me for the 90-minute search in the pocket of the jammie top! Well, fancy that? Me forgetting something. He saw the funny side. He didn’t put the ankle or leggings straps on, as I’d hoped to get a shower. This didn’t happen, thanks to the blanks!

At long last, I made a start on the blogging…
As the food delivery arrived… That’s the Iceland order that I thought was for next Wednesday! Done it again! I need help, but the Carer can’t do much; the visit times have been halved from 30 to 15 minutes. No time to get everything done that’s needed. Had I needed the ankle & leg strapping put on, Shaq would have had to leave when the time Sean was out. So, no help with dressing or Phorpain gelling on Arthur Itis, Cartilage Chloe or Carole either. Can’t do owt about it, I’m afraid that’s how it is, so be it. Grumph! Back on with the blogging, they tell me I am a little blogger. Hehehe!.

The goods were put away. And what a struggle it was! I swore not to make another order for any food until after next week! Pee’d off with myself now!
Moroccan tomatoes, Eurgh!
Treats for the helpers.
Basics.
Food shoved in the fridge.
And freezer.

I took a shot from the balcony of the end car park.

Did the midday call. She struggled and had to go in case she overran on the schedule. She still made sure things were okay with me. She is off on holiday for a fortnight… that is well-earned, but it shattered my confidence. There’ll be no financial assistance/guidance for a while now. She’s bound to be missed by all of us, such a helpful treasure.

Well, it’s more like one dirty, great, long one. I’m unaware of when it started, but Carer Israel was ringing the chime and came in, and I didn’t know what was what? Don’t laugh or say why bother mentioning it. I’d not done any work on the blog… what was I doing? I may never know!

I perked up a bit and quickly took the BP of; he had to shoot off. 

I got the sliced spuds out of the slow cooker and into the stewpan on the stove.
Then, I added some tomatoes and chunky vegetables to the mix, stirred it well, and turned off the heat. So that will be an easy-to-prep meal later.

Back for a third try...
If I don’t pass something soon, an explosion is likely! I hope not like… Haha!

Evening shot.
A terrible shot of the houses below.

A little harder this one.

Went to get the meal heated up, and…
Getting tummy ache now.
The stew might move it along.

The moon seemed very small tonight. I had to zoom in to get this shot… I took four; this is the only one of the moon looking recognisable.
Later, the moon was hidden altogether.

Worked on this blog until gone-midnight again.
(Finished in the morning).

Washing the pots is not easy when you have to lug the Nocturnal catheter bag around with you. I tend to put it down to do something needing both hands and forget about it. Walk away, the bag catches onto something, and the tube yanks in Little Inchie… Argh! Twice tonight! But at least the release valve wasn’t knocked open. I got sorted and thought I’d better get my head down for some much-needed sleep.
Hahaha! As if!

Cheers, everyone.