Day: 9 August 2024

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I’m slowly developing into a worry-wart.
A whiner, crybaby, sniveller, up taut,
A second-rater, no-hoper, nought!
Inexact, fallacious, outfought…
Coping with depression, in a dort,
I have fears and dreams, unsort…
My hopes are ready to be thwarted…
My brain mangles each & every thought,
The catheter leaked today I have to report…
A wee-filled slipper is of no comfort!
Accifauxpas: I’m awaiting the onslaught,
It’s time for my sausage and sauerkraut,
‘Keep your chin up’, I was fore-taught…
I’ve got 3 chins, & still a worry-wart!

Please contact the New Nottingham Adoption Agency, should you be interested in adopting Inchy. Hehehe!
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He has one or two ailments.
But is caring, if a little bonkers.
He can hoover, pet sit, & make a brew of tea.
He sometimes falls off of his walking stick.
He’ll keep you topped up with nibbles & drinkies.
He talks too much and hears less (he is almost deaf).
Most of his carers just don’t listen anymore.
He doesn’t blame them. He gets confused as he mumbles.
And tends to rabbit on a bit.
 He easily forgets what it was he was saying.
Try not to over-ignore him; he sulks a lot.
If anyone is still interested, please call us. Hahaha!
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THURSDAY 18th AUGUST 2024

Dark.

Kitchen taken shots to catch the sun coming over the left read of the block of flats…
City Hospital, close up.
Then taken further out.

Chunky with liquid accompaniment. Haha!

I found time for a go on the crossword.
Got a few answered.

Balcony shot.

Carer Kara arrived. She noticed something that I didn’t…
WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP!
I was peeing down my left into the slipper that was slowly filling up with escaped from the catcher pouch wee-wee!
I was so embarrassed!
The closure tab was not shut all the way. Either that, or I’d caught it against something. I had a seizure at that moment.
Can’t recall the gal leaving.

Working on the blog.

ARRIVED yesterday.
Got it sorted and stored away.

Afternoon shot of the bottom field.

Getting a good few sudden dizzies today.

Carer Chris arrived. He took some shots on the spare camera.
Through the glass on the balcony.
Car park.
Then I took one of him of Christopher with one of his almost dangerous-looking expressions on. Hehe!

Getting late, I’ll get off the computer and get summat to eat.
See ya in the morning!

Good Morning.
Two shots of the sky.
Five minutes apart.

Taking the meal out of the oven…
And in came Carer Chris. Chris carried the food into the  c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner for me. Treated him to some nibbles and a drink, and after attaching the nocturnal catheter pouch, and he trotted of home.
Ate the meal with a 7/10 Rating.

I went to wash the pots before getting my much-needed ablutions attended to. , Chris forgot to check the taps and stove. The hot water had run cold, which put the mockers on my plans to do the ablutions, and I’d left the oven turned on! I was glad I’d not left the plug in the sink!
 TV put on…
Zzz!
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Fare Thee All Well!