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I was in Parliament, listening to Keir’s abstractionism,
I gun in pocket, excited, a possible aneurysm?
It seems I’d had an aberration,
To kill the leader of our nation,
All he spouted seemed full of abstractionism,
Ending off with some anecdotalism,
They had problems with an amplifier,
And asked me to investigate???
I dropped it; it was broken in a terrible state,
Beefeaters came, and I was put in detention,
Locking me up in a cell, locking the gate,
No emptying the catheter bag, nothing to drink or eat,
No windows, & a wooden bench, the only seat,
There was a photo on the wall of Tony Blair,
I asked, “Why is that there?
A Beefeater said, “Christ, don’t tell Starmer!”
I said, “Can I have some sausages?”,
He said, “Yes, they’re better than hostages!”
Adding, “Did they take your gun? I’ll gerrit back for yer”
“Well, I was intending to be a murderer”
“But only Starmer”… don’t be such a worrier…
Each of us guards is a Chelsea Pensioner…
We each lost our Winter Fuel allowance,
So will let you escape when we get the chance…
Get yer gun bullets back, put some money in  a sack,
Make sure Starmer calls, but expect a promise back
That you assassinate, Keir the Scavenger!
“Believe me, it will be my pleasure!”
Then we’ll arrange for you to receive a call,
From an 83-year-old stripteaser!
Starmer came, and I became a killer.
Although I prefer to be called an assassinater,
Deed done, I was taken to the hotel by a Beefeater,
He stripped off, saying she was a Drag King,
I have to say, this was to my liking…
What could I do with the catheter contraption?
Although I was getting a painful erection?
She was also a nurse, & started morphing…
Took off the catheter, we started pleasure-making,
The alarm clock went off – bloody annoying!
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A terribly short on detail blog.
I made a decent start to the day as well.
But, bad news, then the return of Anne Gyna on the rampage, as I had anticipated. Toothache Tiffany, and my Leslie’s lymphatic-ridden leg and foot have gotten 20% bigger overnight. The increase in pain from this is about the same percentage. All tore my concentration to pieces. I cannot get my slippers or shoes on at all. The leg is a lot thicker, and the foot is ginormous with all the water under the skin. In addition, the left leg is getting it now! The day passed almost unnoticed by me.
Some terrible news arrived at teatime that I couldn’t mention; it was sad beyond belief. When it’s all over, I can reveal details about it. That threw out what bit of equilibrium I had left. Photos and what I can recall, some bits were readable on the memory notepad.
I’m in pain and discomfort, sad, and working through a depression of mammoth dimensions from the unwanted, almost feared news.

Far too deep a colour this morning.

Morning view.

A smattering of rain came later on.
According to the Nottingham News, England is expected to face a 5 billion litre per day shortfall in public water supplies by 2050, and a further 1 billion litre per day deficit for the broader economy. Pressures caused by climate change, growing population, emerging technologies and the need to protect the environment.
Well, fancy that!

Started blogging. Made a mess of doing the template for today’s blog. What a mess again. I was concentrationless all flipping day. No wonder I’m further behind than ever!

Ejaz arrived as I was struggling to get started on the template. Not the lad’s fault at all, but after he’s gone, I totally forgot where and what I was doing, and ended up starting from scratch again. Frustrated!
The lad did his best for me today. (Referring to the few readable notes here…) Including taking a shot of the state of the legs & feet. (Or was that Joe?)
Not a pretty sight.
What a state they are in, and the right leg is so much thicker and harder than it was yesterday. With the left one getting that way, too, now.
Still, the nurse said she would return on Tuesday.

I don’t recall having many seizures, but I feel confused, like I would be if I’d had some short ones.

Started to get to me, especially with me getting the spirit-shattering news late in the day.

After Carer Joe made his last call, I went to prep the meal of the day. While doing this, I had my only visit for several days and actually enjoyed preparing the food. No logical reason, but I felt great, actually started singing to myself!

Got the potatoes done in the oven. The peas and beans were later placed in the microwave, then transferred to the same tray as the spuds had been baked on.
Added two Siesian sausages. (Not hostages)
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And a day out-of-date lemon yoghourt.

Got the things washed and stored, then returned to the computer, saved the work, and closed it down. I put on the TV to watch a film.
Fell asleep, an uninterrupted sleep; and woke up 7 hours later, with the feet and toes in agony!

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Summary
Painful legs, feet, and toes,
And places where Anne Gyna goes,
Depression Duncan again flows,
How many seizures? Who knows?
Shattered by the sad late news,
I don’t need any more angst,
My hopes now at the bleariest… 
I’m at my pitifullest, girls-blousest,
My thoughts, needs get crisscrossed… 
Appointment cancelled by the dentist,
In need of medical care, a chiropodist,
Wait until November to see a neurologist,
My own thoughts are confrontationalist,
Debilities, impairments, new frailties, 
I’m grateful I’ve had no more strokes,
I’m currently at my grumbliest,
I’m a bit like an introspectionist,
Souless, empty, spiritually, an ignoblest!
A confirmed self-criticalist,
When things go wrong, are lost or missed,
Moaning, groaning? I’m the kvetchiest!
I live with a constant mind-malaise,
Bad luck, failures, ailments are my nudniks…
How will I get to see the neuropsychiatrist?
And HMG is full of fibbing pilgarlics!

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