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Written in Support of the Inchcock Sanity-Seeking-Subspecies-Swarm

Up at 04:30hrs.

The only decent photos taken all day. Of the sky and moon. Peripheral Neuropathy Pete put an end to decent Kodak Tim shots then. Not many were taken today, and I lost my confidence a little. the Kodak Batteries lasted for only a day, about 12 pictures worth. Later, I put the last of the Kodak batteries in; they are… were, two batteries a day used since buying them. A warning here is anyone is tempted to buy them from Amazon or eBay… don’t! They should be called Energy-less!

Complete reversal. On the next visit to the Porcelain Throne. Still, it does make things more interesting; never knowing what you are going to have to put up with. Constipation Konrad’s unmoveable concrete Torpedoes? Splurging, splattering, almost liquid evacuations, of the Trotsky Terence mode that needed not only my body but sometimes the wet room floor, WC, and splattered floor cupboards to be cleaned.
I mention this for the Mr & Mrs ‘Regulars’, who don’t know the fun they’re missing. Hehehe!

Carer Richard arrived; the lad was not looking or feeling very well. His diabetes. His HbA1c level is all over the place, and it shows. I hope not, but think the lad will have to be off work again soon. Nice bloke too!
I didn’t ask him to put the diabetic socks on; I’ll ask the next Carer to call on me, whoever that is. Which as it turned out, arrived five minutes after Richard had left me. It was . She was on the much overdo and needed weekly domestic visits.  Helped me with the ablutions. I really appreciated that and hid my embarrassment, and she didn’t laugh. Haha! While I was shaving and not doing a good job of it, Maryham cleaned the wet room for me. But I forgot to ask her to put my socks on afterwards, Brr! Hehe! ♥

Started blogging many hours later than planned. Then,
turned up. She obliged and put on my diabetic socks for me despite being in a hurry; bless her cotton socks! Oh, it warmed me up no end in getting the socks on. ♥ 
Thanked Marie muchly for her help, and walked back to get the slippers on…. Stubbed my toes against the base of the clothes-airer legs. I just laughed it off, with gay abandonment and a chuckle to myself.
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My typing and blogging skills were even worse than they were earlier. I’d typed unknown words that did not exist. Misspellings and grammar disasters that had Grammarly forever showing up. Forgetting the word or words needed to suit the context. Stomach ache, and of all things, I’m being barraged by , Now, stabbing grinding pains. Out of the blue. He’s always started off slowly and built up to a full-on attack before? Not this time!
I’m going to take an extra Codeine now.

Took the tablet, and was summoned to the wet room. What a mess! And an awful lot of cleaning up afterwards was needed. 
While in there, I had a mini-wash and oiled the ear holes. Germoloided the delicate areas after more bleeding from .
Then Germoloided the delicateApplying the Germoloid ointment has never stung before. Well, it flipping well did today? 

The mist and fog disappeared suddenly, and I took these shots with Kodak Tim of the emerging clouds from the darkness. Bootiful all the same.

After a few hours farting about making mistakes on the blog, I opened the box of Walkers Worcester Sauce-flavoured 21g potato sticks and gobbled it up. Not the whole box you understand, just one packet. Hehehe!

I’ve never known time to go so fast. Well, I have, when Grizelda came to visit me, and we entwined. But that’s another story, and now only a memory. Where was I? Lost my concentration there… the mind wanders… The tears flow.
Oh, yes, the evening Carer called, it was precious Marie. I really thought it was hours earlier than it was… then again, nothing unusual in that. Pleased to see her again. Medications, Peptac and painkillers were issued.

I went to use up the last of the chips. Doing the daily meal preparations… Placing the chips in the oven, and up popped kindly,  gave me a . With a clatter as the tray fell to the floor, the chips seemed to catapult all over the place, and a feeling of depression overcame me instantly; these were the last of my chips, and I was going to have a last feast of them, now they have been banned by the doctor! After the pain of getting down to retrieve them and then getting back up and cleaning them, I carefully got them back in the oven and cooking. Then made up a baguette with the usual No-Butter Butter slathered thickly on the wholemeal roll. How will I manage with eating no potatoes? Can witchcraft help? Praying didn’t.

Here it is! Sadly, these are my last chips until I get the diabetic level down to a safer level… even then, and if I can do so, will they allow me to once again eat the staple food of the 1940s-born generic Nottingham proletariats ever again? Will this be the final score high score of my noshes?

The sky cheered me up a smidgeon as I washed up the pots from the gorgeous meal enjoyed. It came out a little better this time.

I saw here, Mummy & Daddy clouds, with the babies all in line below.

Little did I know as climbed into the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for £300, ten years ago from the charity shop, recliner, this was going to be one of the worst nocturnal shifts ever! Not counting the night I had the stroke! 

Oh, forgot to reveal the quiz findings. Better late than never… He says! Keep smiling!

TTFNski!