
A lousy night of insomnia. Terrible night! Caused by and
I had a wash of sorts, and went to the kitchen to check things had not been left on.
CORELDRAW
COCK-ED UP AGAIN.
I was livid!
I made a complaint on Trust Pilot. Explaining what had changed since the enforced upgrade I(Upgrade… Ha!) was downloaded and automatically installed. Other people complained about the rotten, non-existent helpline service and communication contact numbers not working. Shit, comes to mind.
I then tried to find a way around this lack of icons for Text. It took me hours trying to use the text as I had originally defaulted it to. There’s not a cat in hell’s chance. Every artistic or paragraph text I make has to be changed repeatedly to get it how I want it. Grrr!
ANOTHER WHOOPSIEDANGLEPLOP
This was the one I thought I’d ordered for next Tuesday. My spirits sank as if to say, ‘It Serves You Right for being a Pillock’ – While sorting out the delivery, I had at least eight mini
Red potatoes
Bought even more dinkies! I’m going potty!
Finally, I have started updating this blog.
Then, the expected Iceland delivery arrived.
Pulled away from my beloved blogging again and as if by some cunning plan, the
Note the two pasties near the microwave? Well, one of them, as I mentioned earlier, ended up in the wetroom. The other is in the freezer. I had to lose even more time by sitting down afterwards to try to unwind and give the stubbed toe a chance to ease off. I took a Codeine.
Carer Chris arrived. And I gave him some earache telling him about the CorelDraw crap and what I did with the groceries.
Better put this result in now; I may forget to later.
Made a meal and swiftly fell asleep on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner.
Two rapid bolts of lightning woke me up, and I decided to try to get into the hospital bed. This was delayed, and I just had to get up again to check the taps, cooker, door, etc.
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A frustrated Inchy climbed into his bed,
Forgetting he’s not been fed,
Remembering what CorelDraw had administered,
His joy glands had been aborted,
His plans thus far, frustrated,
His hopes were totally obliterated,
His failure rate fantastically increased,
He awaits peace and to be deceased,
Or an offer to be adopted, at least!
Go forth with my bestest wishes!