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Well, only reporter!

A lousy day and a rotten night. The top dog today was 
. However, I did find a new resolution today. After getting yesterday’s blog finished and posted, I grafted away at this unintentionally long one. Getting the news snippets and doing the graphics on CorelDraw took me at least nine hours! Bearing in mind my recent scarcity of sleep and getting up at 02:30hrs this morning, I kept going for ages. It was the flipping and the pains from the that combined to wake me up so often that I gave up trying to sleep. This has happened for the third night now. The PN Shocks seem to be much worse when I get my legs up. But, the District Nurse said If I do not get my legs high when in bed, then the will not empty and would start again. Well, not sleeping is not doing me any good, either! That’s my moaning moments over. Well… we’ll see about that; I’ll try not to, with so many ailments and confusion to think about. Tsk! Poor Git!

Cripes!

Well, well, well. Three shots of the early morning view; whatever did I do wrong?

Ah, there it is!.

Early morning mug of Glengettie.
Slurp!

The legs looked great. I’m surprised that this photograph did not capture the lightning coming from my right ankle. Haha! Just as I took this snap, a couple of quick hit me. That’s the first time I’ve had two together; it’s always been one at a time. It doesn’t look good, does it? 
Talk about fill-up quickly!
Checked to make sure I’d not left the taps running on leaving the wet room…
I found this photo on the SD card that I must have taken in the wet room cause the next one was the waste bags. What was it of? Confusion reigns.
The waste bag. Hehehe!

Hours and hours on the blogging done.
Carer Chris, Joanne and Victor came.

The day flashed by.

An odd glow for this time in the afternoon? I wonder if I got it chronologically out of order? It’s all questions without any answers today, innit?

I went for the second and last mug of tea allowed and saw smoke from a garden, I think. I’ve put the pictures in a higher-up graphic, so I’ll save time and just put a few on here.
Ah, what’s that then?
That’ll please his neighbours!
Ayup, it’s off again.

Oh, filled to bursting point again!

Better get some nosh done.
Nosh done…
I had just gotten down to eat it when Carer Victor arrived. He kindly left me sat there eating as he medicationalised me, took off the diabetic socks, and checked the taps and stove. He found I’d left the stove hob on. He turned them off for me, saying it was all clear in there now, and shot off, taking the waste bag with him. When I finished eating, I went to wash the things up, and the pan of peas I’d left on was now liquidness, with grape-nut-sized dried peas. Tsk!

TTFNski!