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I often unintentionally reveal things from this area.
It’s the catheter & protection pants, you know! Hehehe!
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This shot on the right is of a freshly bathed, medicated, shaved, and totally confused, Mentally disturbed, depressed, discouraged, disheartened, downcast, demoralised, distressed, disconcerted, dimwit, Inchy, with much help from . This was taken on Friday morning. Maryam could not have arrived at a better time to drag me out of my sinking lower mood. Her help, kindness, timing and patience were much appreciated, as she helped me finish shaving, getting the new PPs and dressing gown on. That was so good of her. She then got the diabetic socks on my legs (Well, we thought that was the best place for them, Hehehe!) and issued the medications for me. Bless Her!
I’m writing this early cause I may forget later when the brain sags and keys fade.
A glossy hue?

A morning view.

Took an anti diarrhoea capsule.

Later shot from the kitchen.

Carer Maryham.

First of the two mugs allowed.
Thompson’s Punjana tea, this time.

Afternoon cloud views.

Urine lighter. I wasn’t drinking it, you understand.

A late shot of the sun downing.

I’d just taken the tray of potatoes out of the oven, using the new oven gloves to be on the safe side, of course.
They seem to be made of rubber, although Carer Kara said that’s how they are nowadays. Anyway, I had two ailments attack at the same time, and as Cartilage Chloe gave way, a short Peripheral Neuropathy Pete’s right leg wobbled away. Apart from the pain, I dropped the oven tray, and it went down my now steadied right leg, causing more pain for Arthur Itis and from Cartilage Carole. It rested on the lower shin, long enough to have taken off  Vascular Vanessa’s shell and burnt off a patch of skin! I later discovered another burnt finger. (That’s three now this week!) I’m not sure how I got that one.

The food had gone a little cold, but I didn’t want to warm it up because I’d already burned it before taking it out of the oven. Then it would have been too hard for my poor few rotting teeth left to use. Which reminds me, I must take a Codeine with so many things paining me at the same time now. Hehe! Still, I did quite enjoy it.

I had the second and last brew of the day.
Glengettie this one.

An extra competition is called for. This one reminded me of an old black-and-white Police TV series that ran for donkey years, well into colour TV times. Can you guess what it was?

Here’s a clue, the only one you’ll need if you’re getting on a bit like wot I am: The starting and ending we heard were…
Go On Then, Another clue:
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Cheers!