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Uggle-spit! Even writing the name of lying by omission of the Labour Prime Minister. A power-seeking oligarch, top-rating expenses, worker-hating, pensioner despising, and let’s renegotiate with the E.U., Starmer makes me want to puke. Rents, rates, insurance, food and power have or are about to go up, with Keir-the-Pensioner-Killer agreeing to the price increases. Naturally, he doesn’t want to knock the high earners; they are his financial backers from the election. He would not have won if not for the utter ineptitude of the Tory Party in the first place. Shame they kicked Boris out; it’s been downhill for them ever since they did. Yes, he was a bit of Jack-the-Lad, but he knew what the people wanted and needed. 
I think I may buy him some clothes for his first anniversary as the UK’s first pensioner-killer? So, now we have to suffer, struggle and die with Starmer’s tax increases and blaming the Tories for everything he puts up, increases, and lines his own pockets backhander-wise, and continues with his lies about the Labour Party’s underhand, misleading schemes, ploys, poisoning of honesty, and plans. Don’t think his self-greediness, covetousness, cruelty, rapacity, pleonexia, and money-grabbing from the poor, others me! I think I may have gotten carried away there. Sorry.

I got up at 06:00hrs. Fumbled my way out of the bed and emptied the nocturnal catheter pouch in the wet room. I decided to get the ablutions done while in there.
Another reversal in the Porcelain Throne evacuation style. Constipation Conrad had returned. What a battle it was!
A mass of concrete meatball-sized content plopped out, so slowly, followed by a few more. Then more. I was well-relieved when they’d finished. As I stood up to clean and wash my rear end, I had to get down on the seat again, sharpish. I went through the agony of the creeping-out meatballs starting again! I’m not happy about this.

I had a stand-up job today. With yesterday’s showering going so well, weighed against my famously rancid good luck, I thought it would be safer. I did the teeth. I took a shave (four little cuts, one bad one). It took me about twenty minutes to medicate. And then I forgot the Acne and Excema cream on the neck. Tsk! Did it later.
I put on David’s multicoloured smock and went to get the kettle on. I was about to take a photo of the late-morning view when the intercom rang. It was the J Sainsbury order that I’d forgotten was coming. No more this week; I’ve got an Iceland order done for next Tuesday, though.

I was pleased to see they had packed the goods into bags today. I got them into the kitchenette and started to pack them away. 
The first carrier was a mixed bag: a toothbrush, a bottle of Lloyd Grossman sauce, and a large kitchen towel. I put the bottles of tonic water on the floor with the others. A bigger bag had meat pits, vegetarian slices, a lamb patti, Flora No-Butter, butter, Lemon desserts, tomatoes, and a red onion. Oh, and a Melton Mowery pork pie. Next bag; Jars of meat, pot noodles, pickled beetroot, Korean BBQ sauce (I can’t recall ordering that), a large pot of orange jelly, and cheapo mini cake rolls, cream & strawberry. I felt sure I’d resisted getting them when I was ordering? 
The fridge still had room after I’d loaded the fodder into it. That’s unusual, to say the least. I soon found the JS out of stock on some items that would have gone in the fridge or freezer: three Milk Roll loaves, two podded fresh peas, and one spreadable No-Butter butter tub. Ah, well! The main item on the delivery was the ‘Pot-of-Meat’ with jelly. Mmm! I admit it looks disgusting and smells similar too. But it tastes gorgeous! I got three jars in just in case Starmer upsets his backers and puts the price up more… again!

I got on with updating yesterday’s blog. A slow job with all these interruptions that are on the way. Then, for the first time today,  kicked off. Very short ones at first. 

Carer Richard arrived. He was not in good shape at the end of his shift. His legs were giving him hell. Poor lad. I didn’t ask him to put the diabetic socks on for me. The bending that offers me the Dizzies just gives Richard pure agony! We’ve both got Diabetes, me 2, but Richards are a full-blown level one.
He issued the medications and checked the medical stock.
I must remember today to ask a carer to call the District Nurses so that I can order some more day and night catheter bags... of course, I forgot all about doing so.

were getting more frequent and lasting longer, the odd one seemed a smidge deeper, too. When I arrived, I thought I was in a bit of a state. Verbally and in a sense, I got angry with myself as I tried to ask her to phone the District Nurses about the pouches. It may have come out wrongly. I talked a lot, I couldn’t recall what about?

Carer Chris called.

Amazon orders arrived.
I must cut down on spending!
Chris helped me sort the old-fashioned, dated clock and dare thingy and got it working okay.
The health wristlet arrived.
And the costliest was this Poncho.

Suddenly, I felt so tired.
Had a snack and got my head down.
Zzz.

TTFNski!