Implicated Inchy: Sunday 16th June 20024

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Given way today – Cartilages Chloe left (3) & Cartilage Carole (1). Right Ankle Albert. Peripheral Pete (right side). And a new one for me… Following a particularly vicious bout of Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, it went into a mildly painful stiff mode for about an hour or so. As the day went on, my eyesight got worse and worse. I had to give up blogging. Still, I got to watch the football, but reading the subtitles was hard work. So, this is another late issue for my worldwide fan club. I hope that neither of them minds too much. 

Another number 5 colour rating for the overnight pouch contents. For some unknown reason, there was not very much of it this time.
A kitchenette shot of the morning view. Yes, it was raining again. The horison was misty with it, at the same time. Blotchy spots, again.
A few hours later, the rain was beginning to die down as I snapped this photograph.
Gave myself a little toe-stubbing as well.
Our famous mud-slide at the end car park had spread well.
Talking of spread well, I adjusted my order for Tuesday from Asda, adding some Marmite Spread and the delicious No-Butter butter from Flora. Great on sarnies, especially tasty when mixed into the boiled or baked potatoes. Yummy!
As the late afternoon brightened up, I was pleased to report that an array of adorable clouds was on view. Pareidolia’s Delight. I could see a whale and various animal heads and faces. But not when taking the shots. But afterwards, blown up in CorelDraw.
ACCIFAUXPAS:
Getting the chips out of the oven. I burnt a finger again on the oven tray racking. But it’s worth mentioning, really, compared to the last time I did it, which must have been about two months ago now. I don’t think the scar will ever disappear from this one.
The third visit to the Porcelain Throne.
Another messy, Trotsky Terence in charge affair. The other two were similar.

Little Inchies fungal lesion had been leaking blood again. It had soaked the PPs, and I had to ease them off, pulling more hairs out with the dried blood. Then, I had to clean things up, medicate the lesion, and get fresh PPs on. That was more painful than treating the lesion! But only just.
This is interesting to me anyway because I can’t recall taking the photo at all, let alone why I snapped this view. What was in it? It’s a mystery.

While waiting for the chips to cook, I took two snaps of the pretty view from the kitchen window.
The blotches on the pictures are included, free of charge.
I thought these looked relatively peaceful and restful. I’m not sure why, though.

I agree that it is not precisely an imitation of the Gordon Ramsey-designed and made meal. In fact, it’s a commoner’s nosh: sausages, garden peas, chips, and sausage-sized rounds of Milk Toll loaf to be dipped in pickle-flavoured tomato ketchup. For afters, there is a Muller lemon dessert.
Not bad at all!

A final blotchy shot of the sky after I’d got it all on a tray. I went back to the TV to watch the England match. And that was a disappointment, but at least they won, only on points.

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TTFNski!