Inefficiency Inchy: Friday 25th October 2024

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That Starmer gave me back the money he’d stole,
To pay for, to fill in the Tories black hole,
Proving he’s a greedy, uncaring arsehole,
He eats pheasant & bison; for me, a rissole!
I went to get my Omeprazole,
To get them down my food whole,
In the box, £20 notes, quadruple!
Had Keir decided to repay me?
Mayhap he felt a smidgen guilty?
No, that can’t be; he has no pity…
I had a surge in my memory,
I put them in the box for an emergency.
That was back around 1973…
They don’t look like the new ones, see!
Would they be any good to me?
A man who cannot manually wee…
Who’s on his way to going potty!
I planned his ode; now it’s plot-free!
Gone into the ether – Oh, dearie me!
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I took another pasting from the computer today. I spent more time cleaning, closing, and rebooting it than using it! It still refuses to save some snaps and graphics, whatever I do. Now, when it refuses to save, it takes off many photos I was trying to save with an old name and refuses to save anything with a new number or name. I was using it from the previous time. I can’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into with it!
Grumph, Gnash & Gnangles!

Up late today, 06:35hrs.
Took off the nocturnal catheter bag while I was still on the bed.
A better colour, though. Carer Chris classed it as a four.

I went to do the safety checks in the wet room and kitchenette.
The view was clear after so much fog that I snapped it.
Later, the fog fell, but the computer stoically refused to save the photo of the fog to go on WordPress. I tried saving another one with a new name, but that was impossible all day! (Up to now, 15:00hrs.) Grrr!

I decided I might just get the ablutions done before the first Caregiver arrived, but I dared not use the shower, as it was still a bit early and may disturb the other tenants. Before I could get the things ready, Caregiver Christopher arrived.
Chris sorted the medications, got a telephone call and went to the balcony to answer it. Cor, the cold blew up my legs and my not-underpanted lower regions. Brr! Hehehe! 
I nearly asked him to put the diabetic socks on but decided against it, as I intended to get back to doing the ablutions. Chris said he would call back later and put them on for me.

It all went flowingly with the stand-up wash and shaving. Only one teeny-weeny cut shaving. No teeth or gums bleeding.
And I seemed to get a crack on with it and sing to myself, too! Yes! As I recall, Elvis, Billy Fury, Rick Nelson, and Adam Faith songs—well, the words as best I could remember of them.
However, the evacuation on my Porcelain Thrones was again a super-messy affair. It was still a three-tone colourisation as it had been for the last three days.
Blacks, dark browns and yellows.
Even the cleaning up seemed to take less time this morning. I feared I may break out in a feeling of semi-contentment. 

I spent hours and hours getting not very far with the blog. Updating yesterday went smoothly, and the computer let me save the two belated graphics I needed.
I was worried about that!.
That was the limit of its compassion! I got fed up with taking shots of the fog and being unable to use them, so not many new photos made it to Inchy Today.

The ode for today was just not flowing, so I added a bit of humour to it. Strewth, Christopher’s midday call arrived as if I’d just blinked from when he came earlier. The lad got the painkillers given to me and put on the thicker, longer diabetic socks for me. Ah, that’s warmer now! I was going to take a photo of the socks to show you how thick and long they are, but my confidence from earlier had been shattered.

I took another snap of the misty view. Then I cut up and seasoned the potatoes and put them in an oven tray, ready for when the oven heated up enough.

Then, I tried again to get these two photos, this time on CorelDraw and into this blog. It took a few tries, and I had to save somewhere else. I couldn’t remember for ages where I’d saved them, but I did get them on belatedly. Then it let me save the snap of Caregiver Christopher. When he was on the balcony on his phone, I could not hear what was being said.
Cunning and bothering!

I took this one earlier, and this time, it was saved!

Computers (well, this one certainly is) are one of the banes of my life!

This is a mystery photo.
Obviously, it was taken in error. I assume I don’t know what, where, or why I took it. Is it unlikely that some clever person reading this can trigger my mind?

Ah, the potatoes can go in the oven now.
I’ve got 35 minutes to get the computer cleaned.

Incidentally… CorelDraw Did Not Crash today!
There’s a first over the last 4 days.
This worries about what it will do tomorrow!

I ate more biscuits today than I ever have before. I blame the hassle of the computer getting at me more and more! I think my gobbling all those cookies (naughty, I know) ruined the taste of the meal. It looked and smelt good, but it tasted the same as the cookies. Hehe!

Carer Chris did the last visit for me. Painkillers were issued, the diabetic socks removed, and off he trotted on his way back to his wife and son, Gideon.

It was another horrible night. I woke up in pain so often that I gave up and got up around 04:10hrs. I needed the Porcelain Throne urgently. Only just made it in time!
I wonder if the meal was out of date?

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TTFN