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Today, I had a degree of ‘Soditability’ in me as I returned to pretend life after the pathetic three hours of kip I managed to get. Wonderfully unrested! My eyelids were drooping. My balance was all shot. Of the first ten minutes, I don’t recall a lot. However, I gained a modicum of awareness after emptying the nocturnal catheter pouch and taking the BP Readings. I was back in the Hyper range again. The temperature had fallen by six points! Cartilage Chloe started to play up, and has not stopped since, as I hastened to the Porcelain Throne.
Yet another mess for me to clean up, and unfortunately, another embarrassing . I had not emptied the night bag because I had to get on the Throne sharpishly. I won’t go into too much detail, but the liquid evacuation came quicker than anticipated. As I got the pouch to empty it, a rattling from later made me drop the pouch I’d just opened. You can imagine the state of play.
So, an hour to clean up the wet room is at least that long. Then I had to clean myself up! I got my ablutions done without any more bother. Then came the medicating, including extra massaging of the Phorpain Gel on the Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees. Getting the fresh PPs on was the hardest bit of the whole operation. Had I gone into detail about the mess, I might have lost readers; that’s how bad it was! I decided a mug of tea would go down well.
After cleaning the wet room properly, I took this snap from the kitchen window. I also made up the waste bags and left one big one near the front door. Finally, I put the kettle on.

Then Carer Shaquille arrived, and I was about to take the tea into the main room for a relaxing rest and sip of Glengettie tea. 
We chatted while Shaquille issued the medications and got the diabetic socks on for me. After the lad had departed, I got on with the blogging duties… It was not good going! I kept getting messages that the computer was short of memory. So, I looked on Amazon to see if they had any hard drives and USB extension slot thingamabobs I could get. Well, I was lost! Some of the drives were 1 TB but had a variety of USB2 – 3 and one I’d never heard of. I did some that said they were plug-and-play – however, on the advert, it offered a professional installation for an extra £59.99! 
If it was plug and play… WHY? I asked each Carer who came if they knew what it meant and if it would work on my old PC. Or do they have someone who can guide me in the right direction? I may as well have gone on the balcony, opened the windows and yodelled! I’m struggling here!
Losing the computer is my biggest fear!

I took another snap of the miserable view on offer.
The warned-about heavy rain has not arrived yet.
But it might.

I’d traipsed bits into the main room and hallway cleaning up earlier, so I got the vacuum out. From the look of it, I got it wrong with the camera again.
Two tomatoes for tonight’s meal… although it looks more like it will be the morning’s meal, judging by my lack of progress on the blog, Humph!
Still no rain, and it seems to be getting lighter? There’ll be a reason for this, but I have absolutely no know what it might be. Hehe!
Took two snaps of the lighter part of the day.
The clouds look beautiful as far as I’m concerned.

I, at last, got a brew of Glengettie made and planned to have four dunked biscuits with the tea.
And Carer Jennifer came in, giving me a little dance as she did. Hehe! She told me she was here for the cleaning session. I’d just cleaned the wet room and hoovered the hallway, front room, and kitchen, but the gal was happy to mop my kitchen when I asked her. She did a good job, too, with a pleasant manner.

kicked off, quickly followed by a persistent, harm-intending, wanting to dislocate me !
The toothache was eased by spraying the pain killer in the mouth, but took a lot longer to ease-off. Phorpain gelled where I could reach, and I took an extra Codeine, but she lingered a while.

The clouds had dwindled. Just a few lint ones that seemed to be moving quickly in the sky… well, they would, I suppose, as opposed to moving quickly in the canal? Hahaha!
I spent a few hours on the blog, but it was slow going. The ‘Your Computer is low on memory’ messages started coming on. So, I had to close down without saving CorelDraw because there was not enough memory to save it!
I could cry! I turned it all off to give it a break in the hope that when I reboot, things might be saved. I’ll have to do the graphic again that I was on. I could cry!  

After a while, I thought I saw lightning through the curtains. So, I investigated.

Now the rain had come!

I took these photographs on the left from the balcony, through the windows, naturally.

I stayed there on the balcony, just looking at the falling rain.
Fed-Up, Depressed, Mentally Desolate and Depressed. Oh, I’ve said that already!
I then started feeling sorry for myself, got angry with myself for feeling sorry for myself, and made a mug of tea.
Drank it and dunked three biscuits. I lost heart with blogging; that’s never happened before.
So I visited the balcony with Kodak Tim again to take more pictures. I took the first two mudslides at the car park’s end. They came out atrociously, as you can see!
So, I went into the kitchen to take some more. As you can see, they also came out atrociously! Had I tried to make a mess of them, I couldn’t have done better. But there was a slight unintended artistic bent to them, I thought. Tsk!

I’ll have to catch up with the blog in the morning.
I turned the TV on and watched a ‘Heartbeat’ episode as I fell asleep.
Arrived.
Medicines were given.
He was soon off, telling me he’s be back for the late call. As Arnie said, ‘I’ll be back!’

I got back to blogging and redoing the graphic, hoping that after all that, the computer would let me save again.
It did… Phew!

I was getting tired and hungry, but there was no point in making a meal until Israel arrived and left. Will I be awake enough to make a meal safely? I’ll make a cold meal. That’s safer.
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