15/07/2024 – Inchie Today

Inchy Old Ode Archive No. 3, from 2023

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Hope you find one you like!
Fare Thee All Well!

Incognisant Inchy: Sunday 14th July 2024

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Another miserably tormenting day…
The SD card threw the pictures away, yet it randomly let a few go through to CorelDraw (which has not frozen yet today).
So, here is a very small selection of photos today.
For the first time in months, the right ankle started giving way, and Cartilages Choe and Carole were doing this all day. I’ve ordered some snacks, so if the SD loader permits me to do so, I’ll try to get some photos of the order.
It feels proper cold this Sunday. The Sun is yet to display.
At this moment, I’m feeling down, coughing, sneezing, my eyesight is fading, and I’m grumpy. The only thing that might cheer me up is England beating Spain in the Euro Final. The experts on the telly say it is possible.
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Murky wee-wee.

Being depressed, I treated myself to an early cuppa.

Sorted out the waste bins into a bag.

Does this shot I took of the balcony door and Carers chair look to you like it does me, Garth Vader? Hehehe!

Carer arrived. Medications, and he put a sock on my left leg. I got on with the blogging as quickly as I could.

Carer Kim called. A little natter and laugh.

This is the third emptying of the catheter day pouch.
It looks a little cloudy. I think there is some sort of something in the jug. Likely a few bits of my prostate. I can’t have much of it left in there? Lost no end of photos again.

I finally posted the Saturday blog and then started on this one. I got up to here, and the food delivery arrived. I’m not getting any comments in? Oh, dearie me!

I’d wanted to get a kip in before the match, but now I have to stay awake in case the food comes and I can’t hear the intercom… Humph!
I did think of getting a shave and shower, but that is now out of the possibility zone for two reasons. One: I’d no longer be able to hear the door chime or intercom. Two: I’ve done it again: I left the hot water tap running, so there is no hot water!
There are times that I immensely dislike myself.

I shelled some peas, added potatoes, and boiled them. Washing the things up, Carer Kim arrived. (I think you may know what’s coming here). I got back on the computer,

The potatoes and peas had boiled dry. The saucepan had to be thrown away beyond cleaning, and I had no hot water again anyway! I’m not a happy laddie!

Carer Came. My eyesight faded too much while he was here. He checked the replacement chips and pie I was now cooking. The carer pointed out that I’d not put the pie in and did so, taking out of the foil tray, and crumbs went all over the tray oven and floor. I’m not a happy laddie!
Now, this meal needs taking out, prepping, and eating.
I’m not a happy laddie!
I have no time for blogging, and I wanted to get it done before the football match. I’m not a happy laddie!
I’m not a happy laddie!
If they are on the card, I’ll have to sort the photos in the morning. I finally got the food sorted out. I’m further behind than ever now, and I have the oven, floor, cooking utensils, and pots to clean after eating.
I’m not a happy laddie!

Monday Morning Catch-up.
The meal-making disaster!
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I found this after a short hiatus into the land of a , and smelt the burning coming from the kitchenette.
This was my pan of terribly expensive potatoes and garden peas that I had painfully and carefully spent an hour podding and seasoning, only to let burn!
I was not a happy laddie!
It took me ages to clean up.
This had to be done with boiling water in a saucepan because today was the third time I had left the hot tap (faucet) to run cold! Grrr! I suppose my leaving it on a setting of 3 and not on a half for an hour didn’t help.
I was not a happy laddie!
After much effort was put into cleaning the heavy saucepan I’d burnt, I realised it was futile. I had to throw out the saucepan and lid. The total cost of the food and trying to clean the pan, not counting all the time spent in preparation, must be £30!

And yet, I still felt England would not win the Euro final; my EQ just knew.

This later turned out to be true.
However, I was proud of England’s effort. Although Spain was the better team from the start, England did not give up. They did their best, which is all we could ask.
I hope there is no more call for the England manager to resign. Getting England to the final was a victory, so we used up all our good luck. Gareth Southgate’s team has done so much better overall. But England’s 58 years of pain and disappointment in competition finals continue.

I had to make another meal. Not that thought I’d enjoy it. But I did. Bar the cement-like rock-hard bad-teeth-breaking beetroot, of course.
I’m not a happy laddie!

While washing the pots, I decided to make a sign in the morning and put it on the kitchen wall behind the sink: DO NOT LEAVE ANY TAPS RUNNING!
I bet that I forget to!
I got Kodak Tim & took these blotchy photos of the view that was on offer. Nice!

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May your essence of life be pleasant!

Inchy!

Implausable Inchy: Saturday 13th July 2024

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I’ll not mess about… Today started pretty well.
The Computer Froze. Somehow, I got it back on after the dreaded blue screen appeared. I pressed on with the blogging. The SD reader stopped working, and I spent hours not knowing what I was doing and getting so upset that Duodenal Donald kicked off for the first time in weeks! The Peptac was guzzled a lot after this started. It does no good, psychologically it may?

Then, both websites froze, including Google and Firefox.
I’d already lost hours on the first two disasters. I was lost on what to do with this one and thought it was the end.
I turned off the computer and then went back on again. I then got another dreaded MS blue screen. I was offered four options. But they may as well have been written in Outer Mongolian, from what I could glean or understand. Only the ‘Turn-Off Your Computer’ was decipherable. So I did. Really pissed off now. Even almost angry. I had a vision of me going into the fire at my cremation and waking up – such is my rotten, unbelievable luck.
I decided to get a wash and shower. Carer Chris came, and I got off track to give him his weekly treats for his son, as he’s off for two days. Medications, one diabetic sock on, and I bade him farewell and a good rest.
I went to the wet room for a good shave and shower, only to find that the hot water faucet had run cold! I remembered putting last night’s dishes in the sink to soak—then that, you know, sort of tightness of realisation in the stomach hit me en route to check to see if I’d left the hot tap running. I Had!
When Carer Joanne called, she didn’t look very well. But was kind enough to tell me some problems, with advice for me, with her Catheter, and I was having similar trouble. We were united in our sufferings. ♥
The JS order arrived, and the Low-Cost Food order arrived an hour or so later. The JS driver kindly put the things into boxes and bags for me, and bless her with cotton socks. ♥ Despite all the hassle of the day so far, I was pleased with some lemon wafer biscuits from the Low-Cost shop. And the adorable Vegan Maryland Cookies came from J Sainsbury. Now I have my three favourite nibbles to hand, and being depressed, lots of them were soon my tummy! I got a lot of bother from …serves me for being greedy.
Paracetamol & Codeines were taken. And no sooner, started electrocuting me. Bad enough, but she’s been at it now for eight hours on & off!
I got some peas shelled t have with the beef pie and potatoes later on. But was concerned about not getting the blog done. So, I ventured to the computer desk, smelling my unwashed B.O., as I prayed 🙏🏻 for the SD Card thingy to work and Google or Firefox to work again, and got the computer on.
Hallelujah! 👍 Or at least partly, the browser was working again, but the SD card reader wasn’t interested.
About four hours later, I tried another reader, but that did not work. So, I took out the leads one at a time and returned them. About the 11th, the lead was returned, and Bejesus, the reader, worked! Now it’s getting dark, I’m drained, and my eyes are getting worse. Just thought I’d mention it. I’ve been up for over 18 hours and still only just started this blog. I had to get the photos on CorelDraw to save them to file… and I know this sounds impossible – But CorelDraw Crashed!
Luckily, this costly, incompetent art package does a lot of crashing, so I can remember what and how to go through the salvation process several times a week. But it cost me the most valuable thing after my health and wealth loss: my precious time. And I’m not in a good mood now. However, I shall continue into the morning to get caught up. ,

Well, it is well past time to get summat to eat,
See you later… if I can wake up in the morning. Haha!

It is Sunday morning now, and I am still well behind with this blog, with a lot of catching up to do. But, first, I had difficulty forcing myself to get up. After a terrible night of broken sleep. On with the blogging photographs…

Dark again.

Beautiful tree copse and bottom field,

Treats packed up.

Waste bags sorted.

Say no more…

Later kitchen window view.

JS order arrived.
Got the stuff away.
Ready-made meals and fresh garden peas.

Low Cost Food order.

Thompson’s Punjana brew.

Hours & hours lost with MS Windows, computer and CorelDraw difficulties. Deep Dank, Dark Depressions!

Ah, a nice shot here.

I started shelling some pod peas to go in with the ready meal of Cottage pie.
Got on a slow boil-simmer.

Went to get the fodder served up.
The rain was back!

Baked potatoes are on the left of the tray, and gorgeously tasty Flora No-Butter, butter, and podded peas are added.
Cottage pie with some Hammonds sauce on top.
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We Need Peace

Peace to all, deserving or not…
Peace; Very little have we got,
Thanks to the Oligarchy lot,
Their fortune made is misbegot!
Peace? The chance is a longshot,
For peace, we can scheme and plot…
Putin prefers a riot…
But not amongst his own lot,
Anyone else is liable to get shot,
Peace is needed, but who gives a jot?
Find Peace? Humankind cannot!
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TTFN