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Another morning of waking up with a hint… not a big one… maybe just an inkling of a suggestion of nearly a mock contentment! And this after being wickedly broken up overnight by Thought Storming Steve, Electric Shocking Sherida, and a vicious attack of phenomenal power and length by Shuddering Shoulder Shirley! I can’t explain why, but I suspect she enjoyed it!
I should have been feeling shattered, done-in, miserable, and deeply depressed. But no, I wasn’t. I sang as I detached the nocturnal catheter bag, and the deep colour of the contents hardly sank in. It was a Billy Fury song, ‘Cross My Heart,’ released in 1959 on the Decca label. I think.
At least this visit wasn’t as bad a mess as yesterday’s morning farce. Hello, a hint of semi-optimism there? I felt sceptical.
I went into the kitchen to check the taps, fridge doors, and oven, which were not left on, and all was shipshape. Then I went onto the balcony to take a snap of the overnight rain and mud that had slid down into the end car park. Then took a picture of nearby houses and part of the tree copse. I could smell the petricore through the cracks in the windows in the wind. Carer Maryham arrived just as I was in the wet room, about to have a wash and struggling with a nasty, mind-blowing seizure. She was very understanding and helpful. Bless her. I know she was relaxing me. But details of the next 20 minutes were minimal. Yet I returned to as near normal as I ever will do, and the memory from then on was much better. She helped me with a computer problem that arose earlier, I think. Thanks, Gal! ♥
Within minutes of her departure, I was back on the Porcelain Throne again.
My stomach was still rumbling after the evacuation was completed.

I got onto the computer again and got a decent move on for once.  I soon realised why I thought I was doing well when I restarted Grammarly, which had stopped working, and it found 76 errors on its list!
It took me years to get them corrected, and a few times, Grammarly had changed the right things, altering “realised” to “realized” and “sceptical” to “skeptical.” Now what I’ve just written is changing back! I spent hours correcting it, and later, I had to do it again. Grrr!

The next two hours might not have happened because I have no idea what happened. When Carer Seun arrived, I felt cheery but vague. I recall her putting on the diabetic socks for me. She didn’t like the growth on the ankle, but there were no extra pains from that area, apart from Electric Shocking. Sherida started stinging again, but not badly. She got a call on her mobile and rushed off. I bet someone had taken a tumble or something like that. Nice gal, I’ve not seen her before.

I started the daily ode. Then I took a break and took some more photos

These two horizon and sky shots are indicative. Is that the right word for the whole day? Overcast, but there had not been any more rain yet.

The door chime chimed…
When I hobbled to the door, a box was on the floor in the outer hall. It was from the Low-Cost Food Shop. Some tasty nibbles were delivered, including Twiglets, Jacobs cheese and pickle biscuits.

I snapped two more shots, this time to show how the high-up-in-the-sky pictures showed blue coming through while the lower area was dark.
They had a beauty to them in contrast to the lower clouds.

Another seizure gripped me. I can’t understand how or why, if anyone comes in, the gripping, fact-destroying seizure dissipates straight away?

Carer Promise called. One Codeine, one Paracetamol. No Peptac. He was soon off, a busy lad.

I concentrated on doing the blog for an hour or two, then went on the WP Reader.

Oh, I forgot! I took this photo earlier. While the sun was getting partially through.
It looks all peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing out there. He says!

Carer Promise made the last call. He gave me my medications, checked the taps, cooker, etc., took my socks off, and shot off. On his way home, he looked a little tired and jaded. Bless him.

I’m going on the WP reader now, then get something to eat.
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A NEW WORST MEAL PHOTO
I’m not sure what I did wrong taking this shot.
But it tasted fine. (The meal, not the photo, Haha!) It consisted of Beetroot, tomatoes, potatoes, and a Cornish pastie, with a lemon mousse for afters.

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It looks like it was a seed label?
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