Inchy’s Ode: Tuesday 3rd June 2025

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Found this on the SD Card. Wonder how old it is?
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What’s missing today brings one misery,
There’ll be about twenty-thousand and three,
My Sister emigrated to Brisbane,
The furthest I got, Scotland, Balloch & Haldane,
Oh, and a week’s angling in Lockerbie,
I acted in a school play once as Moriarty,
Changes have created a dangerous medley,
Off fear, concern, anguish, & soon rioting…
I see the growth of greed, jealousy and hating,
Mostly from Trump, Putin & Starmer,
Anger from every pensioner and family farmer,
Where do you see understanding and compassion?
We have peace & generosity all on ration,
Depression, frustration, it’s not surprising,
Heating costs and food prices, ever-rising,
Violence facing it’s own final curtain,
We no longer fear the visit to the mortuary,
Political actions draw only disdain,
Wars, threats of it, again & again,
The world’s now an Oligarchs paradise…
Ammunition, rockets, deaths on the rise,
Oligarchs, with their financial acrobatics,
Oligarchs; ethically bare, the awfullest,
Weapons sold to any antagonist,
Atheists, antifascists, or apologists?
False regrets and lies, but no affidavits,
Oligarchs, the financial-alchemists,
Keir plods on, unknowingly muddleheadedly,
He lies so well, for a barrister he used to be,
Bending facts & figures to fit so easily…
With his plans to rule singularly,
But I’ve digressed again, as you can see,
When will humankind be war-free?
When we all die, suicidally!
Ah, well, I’ll make a mug of tea.
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03:50hrs, Catheter pouch sorted. Trotsky Terence Porcelain Throne visit. Took an early morning view. Ablutions and Health Checks were done.
Porcelain Throne second visits.
07:10hrs, Carer Ejaz arrived.

Made a brew.
Terrible photo.

Liberty-Global owned
TV took 12 attempts to start, all of which failed.
The 13th try, and I got it!

The internet froze, but worse of all, the computer stopped allowing me to import any photographs.

Carer Joe got the card reader to work, but the next time I tried, it had stopped working again. I spent hours trying to get it to work, but it looks like the end of importing photos again.

The computer suddenly went into full-screen mode. With being uptight, the hands and fingers were a bit shaky, so it might have been me pressing something wrongly on the keyboard? Two more hours searching for the action needed to escape the full screen.
Angry and frustrated again. After trying various combinations and failing, I accidentally right-clicked on the screen, and in the options, I found one to escape full screen! (F12).
I spent more time today patching and addressing problems related to Oligarchal Liberty Global, which owns Virgin Media, including issues with the computer, internet, and TV. Unreal, angering and depressing! Pissed-offedness Ruled!.

Tried saving everything and closing all programs to try to recover the photos.

Two shots of the clouds were taken earlier.
The computer allowed me to gain access after Car Joe’s second attempt to resolve the problem. Thanks, Joe. It won’t last, I’m sure, but great!
To the left.
To the right of the kitchen window.
Catching some of the balcony.

This issue arose while I was working on the Ode.

Carer Joe was a saviour again for me. Joe did the teatime visit. And I realised I’d got it all wrong about the Doctor coming to see me tomorrow! It’s me, thanks to Joe’s help in taking me to the surgery and coming in with me to help with any questions I may have which I struggle to answer. He knows my problems and can relate to them better than I can nowadays. Thus, tomorrow, the blog may be missing again. I reckon Wednesday is gonna be another busy day for the old fart.

Made a quick snack; I wasn’t up to getting a meal made, and turned on the Liberty-Global Oligarchs TV… Always with prayer and crossed fingers. It usually goes through a loading process and goes to programme listings. (That’s providing it starts at all, anyway). But not this time.
It went straight to a full screenshot.
I appreciate that I get easily baffled. And thus I was.
For a few moments, confused. I pressed the up channel button to see what would happen, but nothing. Then pushed the knob for listings, and it came up. It seems the channel I was on was one of those ‘Unwind with ITV’ programmes, with supposedly a peaceful scene and gentle music.
Well, now I know.

Carer Elaz did the last two calls. I forgot to tell him both times that the catheter day pouch and muslin bag needed to be changed. I hope I remember in the morning. So I don’t go to the Doctor for the examination stinky-phooing!

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I’m Flipping Frustrated!
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