Day: 3 October 2024

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I woke up, finding my disgustingly jelly-bellied body in the second-hand, £300, c1968, overwhelmingly sickening beige-coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly, germ-producing, falling to pieces, food residue collecting recliner. So, I didn’t make it to the bed, then. Then, I drifted off to sleep again. Waking once more at 03:50hrs. I think I started to muse over the doctor’s visit on Saturday and all the problems I’ve got to get over to get there… then drifted off into the land of nod. Waking up at 06:10hrs. I then went into semi-panic mode! Gotten-Himmel! I’ve got the Ocado order arriving between 06:00 & 07:00hrs! I fumbled out of the recliner and hastily removed the nocturnal catcher bag.
Then, I sped… well, hobbled as quickly as I could to the wet room, for annoyingly, I needed a wash and freshen up, and even more botheringly, to use the Porcelain Throne. Just my luck, Trotsky Terence was back in control of the evacuation. Panic mode is stage 3 now. I was trying to get the things cleaned up to avoid missing the delivery, and I couldn’t hear the door chime in the wet room. No new pants were on, so I left the old ones on and got a fresh dressing gown. 
I stayed in the kitchen and hallway, got the waste bags, and ensured the return bags were handy.
I took a snap of the view and checked the weather. I can hear the buzzer in there. 
There was no rain, but we had some more in the night. I know that because I nipped onto the balcony to check the mudslide situation in the car park.
As I came back in, I confirmed that Doreen Dementia had me by the goolies. I realised that the time now was 05:45hrs!!! I’ll change the battery on the clock letter. Humph!
Ten minutes later, the door chime chimed as the delivery arrived. The driver put the bags through the door for me. Asking if I was alright, Adding, You’re looking a little pale, mate; I thought I was doing okay given the panic modes, Trotsky Terence, dirty PPs on, and the lesion bleeding. Haha! I started unloading the bags. As you can some good stuff was delivered today. The cream cakes were not for me. No, really! Everything in this photo was, though. Yummy!
Yellow tomatoes, Polish-cooked bacon, lemon mousse, yoghourt, and fresh garden peas—slurp! Boczek and classic bacon. They tasted so excellent!

The peas are Nigerian. I’m hoping things go well today so I can make a good nosh of small roast potatoes, some peas, and bacon before midnight. But it didn’t work out. I’ve had computer problems all day long. It’s already 21:25hrs, and I’m only up to here. To say all I’ve had come, the fridge didn’t look overfull. But it’s quality, not quantity.
I’ve got plenty of bladder juice, mind you. I’ve got some cordial, a lemon and a lime for when I get sick of drinking plain water.
I flavoured a bottle of Highland Spring water and put it in the cabinet near my knees when I’m on the computer. It has non-opening drawers and doors that have fallen off. It’s beginning to make worrying creaking noises, but when I remove the hearing aids, the noise disappears.
I then got some of the mini-potatoes to roast later on. I’m sure I’ll get time before the early morning hours. Tsk!
I cut out the cooking instructions and timing from the bag and left it on the tray with the potatoes. However, I fear it may result in me having a bag of crisps and falling asleep.

I spent hours changing things on the computer to save memory. When it started refusing to save graphics again, I used Ccleaner. Everything has to be turned off while it does a check and clean-up. This means every program I use after the scan needs to be signed into again!
More time lost… but it got even better… the lousy luck, I mean! Excel does not allow me to save anything; the same goes for MS Word! So, I can’t do the Health Checks anymore; I mean, record them. Eventually, I could save again. Then CorelDraw Crashed! This time, a box came up for me to tell them what I was doing when it crashed. I told them uncertainly what I thought of their ‘miserably pathetic service I’m being charged for’. I offered them some advice, pointing out that I wish to leave, get out of the contract, and find a graphic package that may let me work and work itself! But they have never replied to the dozens of complaints I’ve made previously.

I’m going to have to cut things short. Here are my quick notes and the photos I have left. Carer Shaquille, then Carer Sam, and Carer Kara, who took a minute to search for and find the night bags that I’d assured her three Carers and I  had searched for without any luck. She found them in minutes! She is good! 
CarerPromise did the last two calls.
A JS’s order for next week was done.
Photographicalisations of the changing sky views throughout the day. The sun came through for a while as if to just say ‘Hello’ to me. Hehe!

On his last call, Carer Promise medicated me and took off the diabetic socks for me.

I can’t continue for much longer. I’m tired and hungry. Making the planned meal will be complicated and time-consuming, but I hope it will also be delicious.
I can hope. Haha! I asked Carer Promise not to put the nocturnal pouch on yet, as carrying it and the stick while cooking my meal would be awkward. He left it on the bed for me.

This snap is from this morning when I had my mug of Glengettie. No, it was Thompson’s Punjana tea and four dunked bikkies.

I’m going to start the cooking process now. I’ll try to read some comments while the potatoes are roasting. A flood of comments has come in, and I don’t want to miss replying to either of them.

CONTENTS:
Roast Potatoes – Urgh!
Garden Peas – Okay
Red Onions – Good
Tomatoes – Nice
Boczek – Grrreat!

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