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An ode to my beloved Grim Reaper,
Who’s always a welcome visitor,
I hear music, and I am getting deafer,
Each time he calls, & he comes more regularly,
It sounds as if it’s played on a dulcimer,
He told me about life in the Mesozoic Era,
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We talk of things I have that he had had,
When human, he lived alone in Trinidad,
Of course, it had no name then; he had no dad,
The world had no Oligarchs, Mafia or Triad,
He saw dinosaurs, even an achillobator,
Dodos, ichthyosaurs, & a gigantic lobster,
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Grim’s thoughts on us, well, here’s a list
GRIM: MPs are never an apologist,
Fairness & honesty, to them, are abstrucities,
Oligarchs: the richest, humanity-deficious,
Their wealth from financing wars, the obscenest,
HMG? In all cases, full of incongruities
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Grim’s thoughts on our future, well here are a few,
Your future now has too much friability,
Surviving is beyond your capabilities,
Peace is unknown to your adhocracy’s,
You polluted your own precious seas,
Your wars have created refugees…
Peace rarely reemerges; you start more wars!
To heat or eat, people are getting remortgages,
First-time shoplifter caught in many stores,
Starmer cuts pensions, & he expects applause,
Raises taxes, living costs ever-rises,
The sea diminishes, fish dying, even sponges,
Pollution; Bottles, sewerage & bandages…
Batteries, dead bodies and contraceptives,
Cables, Submarines, convoy ships, warships…
How do your seas hold anything that lives?
You must prepare for abandonedness,
But you won’t, I couldn’t care less!
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It turned out to be another busy day, but moments of great joy and surprises intermingled with it.
The down points are Anne Gyna and a series of short but mind-blunting Seizures. So, here is another short version of the blog today. Although, it didn’t turn out that way. Why? I’ll tell yers!
In the morning, I spent another three hours adding missed bits and forgotten notions until Anne Gyna put an end to things. I think it was her. The pain came on sharply and instantaneously, as Anne does, but it felt so more severe and different that it scared me a bit.
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Carer said this was a number 6 on the scale.
The sun made this a different shot as it appeared from behind the prison. No, the flats.
I have to keep up with the handwashing of the nightshirts. I washed one and flavoured it… I scented it with freshener, wrung it out, and hung it on the wetroom shower curtain rail.
Old photo used of the shower. I took this when I moved in.
Then I got the ablutions and medications tended to. Eight little knicks shaving. It shocked me when I went back to the wet room again. I’d forgot about the black nightshirt, and for a moment, I thought someone was in there. Haha!
The carer arrived to start the laundry duties. He did not have enough time to dry everything. But I got out both clothes airers and used them.
The photo of the flat one seems to have disappeared from the SD card. Or I didn’t take it?
The DVT Warfarin nurse called to tell me she was coming to see me in the morning. Getting a phone call from this delightfully gorgeous, friendly, and caring nurse was lovely. ♥ If only I were 55 years younger.
My ultra-modern 1976 Nokia mobile phone seemed to have changed its colour scheme to green.
That’s clever! Of course, I suppose there is a slight chance I changed it, and I can’t remember doing it. If so, it may have been done while I was in a seizure.
An early afternoon view here.
COCK-UP!
I bravely, but stupidly, thought it would be a good idea to clear some room, and I lost some files and deleted them without using the rubbish bin thingy. Huh! Decidedly a low point of the day,
The sky changed at about 18:00hrs. I took these shots.
We’re getting some fantastic early evening skies recently. Glad I got these.
The best close-up is one of the red bits.
ARGH! I left the hot water tap running again!
DOUG’s ANDY, FURRY OF THE DAY 1
He communicates with his expressions!
TIM’s FURRY’s OF THE DAY 2.
Silver is not happy; being photobombed with Jake.
I don’t know when, but today. Can you spot the bird or whatever it is in the lower clouds?
This is a much-belated meal. I was so tired. I forgot to ask the carer not to put the nocturnal catheter on me, as I was going to be walking about with the walker and carrying the urine bag, which can be problematic.
And it was! Doubly!
Struggling to make a meal one-handedly is not easy.
It was a miracle that I mashed the potatoes with some salt and cheese, and they came out looking good…
Until I knocked the dish off of the counter!
I cleaned it up as best I could, I’ll finish it in the morning. (but I finished cleaning it while washing the pots instead)
The pork leg slices and mini sausages were baked to perfection! The stray looked a little bare. Hehe!
I really enjoyed it! I made a sandwich with Milk Roll sliced bread, with a spot of Marmite on each, and added the pork. Delicious! The lemon mousse went down well.
I did the washing up and cleared the mess I made earlier on the kitchen floor.
I was so tired and drained. Getting into the NHS bed with the light out was hard work, but I settled in.
Within minutes, that nervous feeling that I might have left the taps running appeared.
Getting out of the bed, I dropped the torch. Then I gave myself a 
. Fumbled to find the torch; it had fallen into the PP box. Grabbed hold of 
, and hobbled precariously to the kitchen. No, the tapes were not running. 
However, I did discover that I’d left the fridge door open. 
I closed it!
I returned to the bed, turned off the light, looked in my pocket for the torch, returned to the kitchen to retrieve it, and returned to the bedroom.
I could not face another battle to get into bed; I only wanted some sleep. So, I got down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner.
I did not, as I had hoped, fall asleep straight away. The doubting started: ‘Did you close that fridge door?’ – ‘Were the taps okay?’ – ‘Did I turn off the two clothes-heating airers? – ‘Why didn’t I check on the wet room taps? I was too weary to bother checking again, and that’s something I don’t think I’ve done before. Then, just as I get the the big eyelid droops… Guess what? 
Started giving me what for! Energetically, too! Talk about moving about, Top left chest, then the right side of the neck, midriff, lower right stomach, back to the neck, chest centre… I wondered if I should spit or cry! I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner.
Got a Codeine 30g, back into the c1968, non-operationable, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, and took the medication, swigging it down with gulp of shandy from the bottle.
Fantastic! Within 15 minutes, the drooping eyelids returned, getting slower as I neared the prospect of sleep, and off into the land of Sweet Morpheus I went!
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Cadwch yn ddiogel!
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Nocturnal waking shade.
Morning view
Handwashed.
Titivated the room while waiting.
The washer filter was in a bad state.
Back down to report to the commandant’s office.
who never really got me as profoundly or as far as he had been doing over the last week. A blessed relief, that was!
was absent. More to do; handwashing, ablutionings, feet need washing and medicating, and a dodgy shave is required; when I miss a day’s shaving, the risk of cuts increases…
Early evening view.
Milk Rolls Bread sarnies are made with lashings of the delicious Flora no-butter butter, and some Marmite was spread on the bread.
And some pickled beetroot. And tucked into the meal!
A cloudless multicoloured sky!
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was not in attendance. So, I decided to 
I sorted the laundry bag contents. I took out the socks and long nightshirts, aiming to handwash them and hang them on coat hangers to drip dry. The socks were above the kitchen sink, and the shirts were in the wet room and hung on the shower rail. Three Kagoules on the shower rail, and then I went back to the kitchenette to get the socks done and hung, in the kitchen sing. On my way back, the left hand started with ‘cramps’, with Arthur 
Itis joining in when I returned to the kitchen. It was so painful, and it looked well-gnarled to me. I took a photograph of the hand. I’m not used to so much hand-wringing
struggling with the Yoahoules and ended up with cramps and Arthritis in my left hand from all the wringing out. 
putting it lightly, painful. Hehe!
at the very thought of it. I rang the NCC Social to point out what I’m struggling with. I got a recorded message: This number is temporarily out of order.
Alarm activated. I didn’t get a call from NCC Control, so I assumed it was because their phones were out of action. I just have to keep smiling and have a glimmer of hope in my heart! Grottleburgers & Huh!
has still not visited me yet, today. Just an extended spell of several hours of 
A house below in the view was pumping out steam or smoke. It didn’t last long, though. Steam, I think, cause it evaporated quickly, as it shows in the picture. I thought I’d taken another shot of the been-done-up house.
The driver took the bags into the kitchen for me.
Cleaning paraphernalia.
Another insane Inchy glitch!
Great news. The clock calendar has got to cyber-friend Tim in Albuquerque. He sent this photo via email. I’m so glad he liked it. About time I could do something for him. Instead of the other way.
Can you see the octopus?
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After sorting the catheter bags, I took this snap of the moon. Actually, I took five; this is the only decent one. Alright, I admit it… it was terrible, so I cut the moon off of one I took weeks ago and covered the misshaped one with it. Hehehe! Sneaky Monkey! Then, I started handwashing the thin nightshirts.
This photo reminded me of something. I showed him the melted, frosted early rooftops and told him of my suspicions that weed was being cultivated in their lofts, and that might be why. Haha!
A right painful grind working on the junk room.
This reminded me of the things I’d got for Jenny & Frank. She tells me off for doing so. But the angel has helped me no end. I called her first to ensure she would be in and took them down to her flat. I left them outside her door and rang the bell.
The carer came as I finished the mopping and cleaned the tackle. I was not in good knick!
More waste to take to the rubbish shoot.
Watched Newcastle beat Liverpool 3-1! in the Cup Final. Well, I nodded off a few times, but three of the goals. Liverpool are waning?
Very nice!
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No garden fires.
Prepping nosh.
Nosh. Chick peas with sweet Soya sauce, beetroots, potato fishcakes, smoked mackerel pieces, pickled mushrooms, two well no-butter buttered cheese-topped rolls. And a mini-pot of lemon curd yoghourt. The mackerel had some bones in it. Which took the pleasure off of the taste a smidge.
In the dawn, and it was well gone 15:00hrs before. DDDD and the Mini-S
I could see things (Seeing things in clouds, Pareidoliaing).
A Cornish pastie, beetroots and French fries.
I managed to get this after-sunset photo to go on in the morning. It’s quite a different aspect in this one.
, vitriolic,
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A seven onb the NHS Richter-Scale card. Hehe!
Ah, well!
Handwashed the thin dressing down.
I started with the usual seated part of the session.
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From the computer, many things go wrong after the Windows update was installed. 
A late afternoon shot with Kodak Tim 2,
I prepped the meal for later cooking.
I have no idea what will happen. The preview is correct, but it’s all a frustrating mystery to me.
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from the kitchen window.
Then…
I made a brew & reset the antique-style calendar clock.
Oh, dear…
I didn’t get to finish them, as the intercom rang.
I got on the computer and used the Ccleaner again to get any photos onto CorelDraw. Well, I could, but it would not save them to file. No reasons were given, so I assumed the storage space was too low again. That did the trick, and as I was uploading…
got to me. Seconds later, I was getting on with the job, happy as a lark.
Two more mini ones, this time they left me fuddle-headed and confused to a degree. At least I realised this and stopped working on the computer for fear of going into a deeper seizure. I turned the computer to sleep mode, and before I could stand up – I’d gone into a cracking long, I assumed, Absence Seizure.
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Tesco order. Just three bags – £59!
Mind you, I got two bottles of cider. (Guilt)
Food, food, & food.
Medications, soda water, PPs & bleach.
One.
It should be a balcony shower. WP or Google, although in the editor the proper photo shows, they keep shoving something else in, distorted snaps? I’m fed up with this.
What a variety!
Really dark at times today.
My worst effort this year, I think.
I then emptied the cookie jar of Cheezies! 
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Mystery Photo?
Got up to take these moon shots.
What happened to the moon?
Bad to bed. No kip. Up again and ate a jelly.
Early morning shots.
A stand-up wash and sry, teeth, shave (3 minor cuts), and I medicated the various regions as needed – well, I started to. Carer Richard came for the last time ever. I forgot all about not having medicated the fungal lesion and ankle ulcer. I might pay for this later. Humph!
for the first time in a while. Naturally 
frequented my brain a good few times. The lack of sleep and the new Carers starting in the morning were enough to confuse and worry me. But not enough to please the other ailments. A while later, Cartilage Chloe all but had me over, and in the process of staying on my feet, I acquired a new arm bruise.
Blimey, I’d bought a lot! Marmite, potato cakes, patties and a pasty. Chips, yoghourts, Parmentier potatoes. Ready meals, cheesy cobs, Milk Roll bread…
Peas, more meals, Chinese sweet & sour…
Water and roast chestnuts, cheesy cobs, drinks, and cleaning products. Boy, did I spend!
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The potato cakes were terrible!
Last night, I slept much shorter, but I was far less ridden with jumping awake all the time. And I did get back to sleep more quickly each time, even if 
tried a few times to tug out my interstitial sulcus. What was totally missing for the whole time was 
. A smile emanating! I considered thinking about the possibility of making the bed but chose to remove the nocturnal catheter pouch, and urine was a six on the NHS scale.
Misty morning.
Clock-Calendar changed.
Waste sorted.
The spuds were readied and put in the slow cooker.
Evening shot.
Nine hours later, I made the first mug of tea.
Realised I’d turned the slow cooker on to boil the spuds but left them on the old cooker.