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A cause for significant concern. ‘An indictment of the turbulence in the world right now’. That was just how one bystander described the latest stabbing in Nottinghamshire, which took place outside the Co-op supermarket. A man in his 30s remains in hospital with serious injuries following the latest in a string of 14 serious stabbings to rock parts of Nottingham in recent weeks. A 45-year-old has since been arrested on suspicion of attempted murder in the Bakersfield area at 2.39 pm on May 7. He has also been detained on suspicion of burglary after a break-in at a property in the early hours of May 7th.
Resident Simon Hall, from nearby Sherwood, was amongst community members to rue a decline in society. He referenced the Netflix crime drama Adolescence starring Stephen Graham, which explores systemic youth violence while examining the role of social media as part of the rising levels of misogyny within young boys.
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PREMATURE EVACUATIONS AVOIDED
Phew! A few close calls, though!
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The free pleasures that humankind has gained,
The petrichor, after it heavily rained,
Backpain, when we have gardened,
Living, after we have flatlined,
The amazing crocuses in early spring,
Children frown; it’s better than talking,
Your train, not accidentally derailing,
The ladies glance, ruling out or forestalling?
The option taken, often leaving you beduncing,
Remembering the blue/green box of Dreft,
Your new car, with a working gear shift,
Retiring, the thought of no more graft…
Octogenarians know this is just daft,
You can’t climb stairs, hope there is a lift,
Getting to the toilet in time is a gift,
All that you do is sort of makeshift,
Simple actions are hard work, if you get my drift?
To get your mind in action, you must be patient,
Changing your catheter is an achievement!
You may have to give up your allotment,
As for your apparatus and equipment…
Hearing aids, Glasses, and Zimmer use is frequent,
Ankle strap… Oh, and you’ll be flatulent,
Body parts may shrink or go albescent,
If you’ve hair left, it may go glabrescent,
Unseen for years, folk ask about hereditament,
It can be that you go all inconscient,
Which makes life even more inexpedient,
Seizures, strokes, & cataracts may be increscent,
Involuntarily impercipient makes you defiant!
Whatever you do seems to be a hindrance,
Whatever, we can’t regain our juvenescence,
No one can blame us for being languescent,
If Starmer was not so pensioner-nocent,
Yes, we worry; all seems a pesterment,
No wonder we’re grumpy & recalcitrant,
I hope we can all experience a renascent!
And Kier gets the sack; that’d be decent!
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”THE SEIZURES SITUATION”
The last few days have reduced the amount of seizures overall. Well, the recognised seizures, anyway. Those that I sense coming out from and suffer dizzies and confusion. I think they had all been short and sharp ones. Today, I had a couple of shorties. I reckon I had a cracker of one this afternoon. When the Carer left I continued creating the day’s Ode. This would be about 13:25hrs.
I can recall forgetting what beduncing meant and looking it up on Google, but it did not supply an answer. I must have got the original from Word Hippo and checked on there. “No definitions found!” So, I tried on Collins, which told me it meant ‘Causing someone to look or feel foolish. I did feel a fool at forgetting what beduncing meant. Hehe!
I put the word in the Ode. Everything was clear up until now. However, this was not going to last.

I again found myself on the Porcelain Throne in a sloppy, wet Trotsky Terence session. I cannot remember getting there at all. I cleaned myself up and returned to the computer to see that the time was 17:25 hrs! To my amazement, the Ode’s last input was ‘beduncing’. Gawd strewth, that was over 4 hours earlier! Nothing more had been done on the computer. What I had been doing, I must have been with it to a degree to have gotten to the WC in time.
Then I found that I’d made up a meal and put it on the tray in the fridge? When, how? I tried to work out what had happened. Would all the things I’d done have been possible if I had fallen asleep?
I wondered if I had just had a long memory blank and Carer Ejaz arrived.
I mused over my memories of the day, which were all out of sync—chronologically and incident-wise. If, as I suspected at first, a seizure had caused the confusion, then why was I not as disorientated and off-balance as I usually am when coming out of a seizure? The thoughts were mostly self-aimed questions. No solutions, of course. So things are sparse, with big gaps and hiddaldy-piddly.

07:15hrs: Carer Ejaz arrived in good form this morning, according to the scribble in my pad.
(I’m writing this tomorrow). But I did make notes for the first few hours. Not that I can read or make sense of many of them. My writing was bad, almost as if someone else had written them. (Done in a seizure, maybe?) I may never know.
Ejaz did the Friday body check and found new bruises and wear blots on the legs near the contraption catheter. He creamed them and the scars on my left arm from the last tumble.

I think the day went along without my being aware. I have no notes on the pad to refer to unless I put them on the wrong page. That’s a thought; I’ll look through the pages. Hahaha! Forget that; the distinctly different scribble appears on several pages, some I cannot read or understand.

Ah, a close to the heart item here… FOOD!
Cunningly looked in the bin to see the tin, identifying the meal as a Compass Bean stew. I cooked some mushrooms and fava beans to add.
The delicious Kung Po sauce was poured and mixed before and while cooking this Inchy-Feast of the day.
I baked two part-baked bread rolls, nice and crispy, to dunk into the superbly tasty vegetables, beans, water chestnuts, red pepper, fava beans, tomato, and Kung-Po sauce. I cooked the mushrooms and added some liquid smoke. Slurp! The lemon and lime yoghourt didn’t make it to my stomach. Why? I’ll tell yers. I slowly digested the meal as the tray balanced precariously on my pregnant-shaped stomach while I watched a documentary on the goggle box. I really enjoyed it and the programme. It was about a murder that took place a year ago, a quarter of a mile away from the flats. I really got into it, and it was easier because I could recognise some shots: Winchester Street, Winchester Hill, Sherwood Vale, Mapperley Tops. In one scene, I saw the blocks of flats I live in. I got carried away again there. Sorry! Back to the
Incidentally, this must be the first time I’d stayed awake to watch a full programme without falling asleep for months. But I did as soon as it ended. 
I woke up later and felt the wetness in my groin! The yoghourt pot must have slipped off the tray, nestled around my privates and the catheter contraption, and had burst open! 
What a mess to clean up!

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Computer problems are back again.
I suppose they felt left out of it with all the other calamities taking up my time. Hehe!

Sunsetting snaps!
At a distance.
And zoomed in a bit.
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KEEP SAFE!
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