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HMG’s Labour are ridden with hebetudinous, 
Backhanded by tailors, clothiers & haberdashers,
Football seats, glasses… there’s no hiatus,
Killing stealing from pensioners, they’re haematophagous
Herr Starmer, who is emotionally listless…
What else can he tax for Christmas?
No doubt, he’s planning more humdingers!
Encouraging pensioners to become homeless?
Heat or eat? Stopping winter fuel help was heinous!
His lying by omission was horrendous…
Farmers, pensioners, left helpless…
As I prewarned, a Labour win will be hazardous,
He’s created a land of worried householders, 
Imbued in depth to the voters, hopelessness,
Revealed his backhander hungriness…
With the compasson of a hypopotamus,
Or scavenging, greedy, hunting hyenas!
Displaying heartlessness and haughtiness,
He’s dangerous; well, certainly not harmless!
To Labour voters, the future seems hopeless,
We must now be weary, scared & hypercautious,
Starmer will always be unsafe and hazardous…
Best see a Doctor, hypnotherapist, or herbalist!
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A rundown on the not-so-good things today:
①: l left the hot water tap running… thus there was no hot water to shave or shower.
②: The nurse didn’t show up.
③: I took a tumble in the junk room. Thankfully, Carer Joanne was with me and got me up again.
④: Electric Shocking Sherida went for nine hours without bothering me at all. At about 17:00 hours, she kicked off and is still electrocuting me now as I write this.
⑤: The most annoying thing was the Seizure Sandra and, or, the Memory Blanks. These left me wondering where the time went today. What I really did today. I can recall most things, but there were primarily bad things or thingamibobs.
⑥: While in a seizure, I assume I’d made an order for Morrisons through Amazon???
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I can remember waking up and looking at the clock. I was a trifle befuddled… it was 08:35hrs. I’d been in the bed for 8 hours, bejesus! I only woke up a few times, five maximum, methinks!
Then I had to access Doreen Dementias’s brain and work out if I was expecting any delivery, medical personnel or other caller. I was pretty sure there was no food arriving. Then I recalled the nurse saying she would call to check on the lesions, pot marks, Eczema & Acne. But which day? I felt sure she would not call early… but she did not appear.

I started the daily drudgery.
.Starting with removing the catheter nocturnal pouch from the day bag. Carer Johanne gave it a 6 on the NHS scale.

I felt a little guilty after discovering that the hot water tap had been left on for all those hours. And did a bit of house… well, flat work. There was no stopping me once I got going…

I moved the prescription medications that had arrived last night into the kitchen near the medicine chest.

I cleaned the parts of the air fryer.
Thought I’d done a decent job. And no spillages or dropping anything… up to now, anyway. I did cut my finger cleaning inside.

The new mini cooker was given the hygiene treatment. The counters, as well. Not that much of them were exposed. Now I have the mini-cooker, mini air fryer, microwave and slow cooker scattered about, filling most of the prep workspace. Tsk! 

I cleared the mess and emptied the waste bags, placing them near the front door to take to the rubbish chute later in the day.

I vaguely remember photographing the morning view from the kitchenette window.
Later, I found that it looked like this on the right. A sort of photo of nothingness? Sad!

But my energy and willpower had not faded yet! Oh, no, I seemed to have the bit between what few teeth I had left!

I tipped spring water into two Schweppes bottles I had been imbibed and added some flavouring and effervescent Paracetomals.
Lemon to one, and orange cordial to the other. Very nice!

I made a brew of Co-op 99 tea and went with it to the computer. I changed the dates on my old-fashioned calendar clock and was about to start on the blogging duties, but I realised that no carer had called yet. This being about 0945hrs. I hoped someone was not ill. 
A little later, Carer Joanne came in. She apologised for being late. But I didn’t mind at all. We had a natter as she fitted me a new Catheter-Day-Bag and mesh cover. Then she removed the socks I’d forgotten to last night and put a loose-fitting pair of short Diabetic ones on for me.

After Joannne departed, I entered a phase of constant Mini-Siezures. I went from feeling rather industrious to a whimpering, concentrationless dumbo. This lasted for hours. Yet I still found when I’d come out of it that I’d finished and posted the blog and made a start on this one?
Hours later, I found an email from my friend and neighbour sent by Jenny ♥. Informing me that the email I’d sent with the link to Friday’s blog I’d mailed was not working. Yes, I’d done it again! Finished the blog but did not post it!!!
That must be the third time I’ve done that this week! I mentioned that I had some food to give away and I’d take them to the laundry room after the nurse called. Jenny kindly rang back, saying she’d come up and collect them for me. Bless her.
It’s lovely having a natter and laugh. Thanks. Jenny!♥

I was feeling more with it again now. 
Then, I got an email from Amazon telling me my order was coming from Morrison’s. And one did! 
How can I make an order, send it off, and not recall making it?.
It was not a big one, granted. The biggest surprise was that I ordered three boxes of x160, 99 tea bags! I am aware I was getting low on these teabags, but what in hell did I buy the other stuff for? I give up
I can’t get any help. Then again, do I deserve any. 
A deeper than usual dawned.
I got the rest of the stuff packed away.
The fridge had so much food in it. And I’m not eating much lately.
I could use the word frustrated. The other words I thought of are better left unspoken at this point.
I hope the cruelly expensive tomatoes I bought will keep fresh enough until I need them. I’ll have some tonight with something or other. Or not.
The black tomatoes are already turning to a brown colour.
Mind you, they do taste delicious. I’ve probably mentioned this before, but they have a flavour almost like eating meat. Gorgeous!

I’ll wait until Christopher’s last call before eating anything. His Christmas present is coming tomorrow, and I’m praying they have it in stock.

Carer Christopher arrived on his next to his last visit. I didn’t mention my cock-up with the ordering food again. Well, he was in a decent mood.

I went on the WP Reader.
Chris arrived for an early last call.
And I got some food made.
Back in the morning. TTFNski.

Good Morning – I have not been to bed yet.
Taking me longer than ever!

NOSH
Tomato sarnies – with No-butter-butter.
Pickled beetroot & mushrooms.
Frankfurters. Marmite Cheese.
Raw Garden Peas.
With a lemon-fool to follow.
NICE!
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KEEP WELL, MON AMI’s