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Missed off yesterday
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My childhood friend & neighbour Chrissie
sent me this old photo via email.
Thanks, Christine, I love it!
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Enjoying contact, love and contiguity!
Thursday 8th May 2025,
I could have been living in Albuquerque,
Dwelling with a mind full of facticity,
Enjoying wealth and finances, with feracity,
Gay, contented, full of fulgency,
But the world changed, now it’s ferocity,
I’m refusing to change or update, fusty!
From a spirited life lived to antiquatedly,
I realise life is pot-luck and temporary,
No more having sex biweekly,
Our PM lies unchallenged, barefacedly,
Does the animal seem unblameworthy?
I struggle to pay my debt for electricity,
Humankind analysis is too much for me,
To kill again, murderers we free!
I find life now just too contemporary,
These odes could be more cautionary,
HMG gets more & more conspiratorially,
Displaying open decadency, not decency,
From compassion, he lives detachedly,
Hitlerism from a Labour HMG?
The world drifts into an ethereality,
Inscrutableness, murkiness, & nebulosity,
Lies, decisions, spoken, taken exotically,
Keir took backhanders, maybe fallaciously,
Virgo’s the astrologers say…
Virgos are not leaders, they act too fissiparously,
The last Virgo PM was Gordon Brown, similarly…
Who acted deceptively, minatory, ulteriorly,
He, as Starmer now, lacked honesty and felicity,
They also share grumpiness, to a degree,
When Keir goes, I’ll not react gloatingly,
Who else is there to win? Talking sceptically,
Who is capable, honest, and trustworthy?
Political parties all act compassionlessly,
Emotionlessly, insensitively, self-motivatingly?
Deceptive, full of trumpery and temerity,
My mind copes with invaders and garrulity,
I may be old-fashioned & fusty…
But I can still do odes, which are full of goliardery!
Hehehe!
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The computer is playing up again.
I had to cut back on details today as well.
I must get help with this.
Food sorted.
Kung Po stocks.

No idea what these notifications meant.
The usage count on the WordPress sight was changing up and down for half an hour.
Frustrated, I left it running and got the ablutions and medications done.
I must remember to ask the Carer in the morning to check the torso areas and get some barrier cream on for me. A few dodgy areas. Ankle lesions on my backside, under my male breasts, and the top of the leg near and above the catheter contraption had more pimple growths, scars, and bruises.

I went back to the computer, but it had not finished its work. Two hours seemed like a long time.

I gave up altogether and hope it allows me to try again in the morning. 
Got on with sorting some rubbish. Sorted out the clothing that was hanging up all over the shop.

I tried again on the computer when Carer Ejaz arrived. Ejaz got the diabetic socks on. (At last, the ingrowing toenails are getting less bother with the socks on) Medications were given. 

I changed the batteries again in the mousse. I tried without the mat and then with it. There was no difference; it still kept freezing for a minute every now and then. The keyboard now, as well?

When Carer Joe came, he said his sons might have a look at it for me if it carries on. That was a kind gesture. We’ll see tomorrow.

I waylaid my plans for the meal. And made four tiny cobs up. No butter buttered them. Cheese spread (just out of date, but it tasted great), sliced red onion, sliced tomatoes.
Got them on the tray with a pot of
beetroot & pieces of cooked BBQ-flavoured chicken, adding a pot of lemon curd yoghourt. Nice!

Doing the washing up, I espied the view on the offer of the doom-laden clouds.
A lovely cloud-made pattern.

Just had the computer sticking again.
Better get this finished and sent off.

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Fair, and Fare Thee Well!
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