Imperfectus Inchy: Monday 2nd December 2024

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But Maybe?
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I fancied becoming an auger, avenger, even an astrologer…
But which one? I pondered longer and longer…
I settled for being a gas lamp lighter & snuffer,
But doing this first job made me feel happier…
Back then, things were far less angstier.

A split shift daily, the pay was lousy,
But the jobs 13 bob pay was daily,
There was less anger, violence and hostility,
I walked with my pole & cap, my snuffer outer,
I took back-handers, but not like Starmer!

Shift workers? A tap on their window with my Reacher,
Morn or night, each time I’d make an extra (6d) tanner,
Sometimes, there’d be summat extra-curricular,
I’d nip in for a visit with Grizelda,
It took some cunning but was worth the bovver!

A rare moment of me needing exoneration, absolution,
But indeed, a moment of joy and satisfaction,
I’ll never forget my muscular, fair maiden,
She’d throw me on the bed, then start the action,
Afterwards, bliss was my primary reaction!
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ANOTHER CUT-DOWN-A-BIT ODE.
Not a lot?.

In the morning shot of Venus, I have no idea what the green spots were; they were reflections from the flash, maybe?

Ocado’s order arrived between calls from Carer Chloe & Sam.
Fresh food to fill up the fridge
Flora no-butter-butter, smoked sausages, cheesy rolls, fresh Kenyan garden peas, Surami, Franks, bacon and some Notoori Black Tomatoes; they were overripe already, so brown on the outside and red inside, and delicious!

Cupboard foods
Chestnuts, orange dessert pots, pickled mushrooms and Black Bean Sauces.

The fridge filled up!

For the next five hours, it was mental mayhem. No idea which Carer called. What I got done on the blog was hardly worth bothering with, and what bit I did find after the Marathon Seizure was all wrong, grammatically, timewise & didn’t make a lot of sense. So I had to start again in the morning. Correcting and adding bits and the photos. 
A blurr otherwise.

I gave up computing. I was here, there, nowhere, puzzled and suddenly tired, drained mentally. 
Got the meal sorted, of sorts. Sourdough bread: It worked out at 56p a bite just for the bread. With the beautiful tomatoes, £120 a bite. They are so expensive!
No butter-buttered the sourdough bread, sliced tomato and salted them to make two sourdough sarnies.
Got the meal made and digested.

Carer Promise, I think, did the last call.

I’m sorry, but it’s a bit bare. My seizure notes were unreadable even to me. Who must have written them?

Sleep was slow in coming despite my feeling so drained.
But when it finally arrived, I slept for three unbroken hours!
That was welcome!

An already used Starmer-The-Stealer cartoon here. To fill up this terribly short blog. I liked this one!

I can’t help thinking that so much more happened today.
But it’s obviously been dispatched into the ether if anything happened by .

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TTFNski!