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Misspelt – Tsk!
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Why was a chemist called an apothecary?
Would both be covered as a pharmacy?
A needle, a jab, a hypodermic, or an injection?
Shocked, amazed, flabbergasted or awestricken?
Father, Pastor, Reverend, or Deacon?
Plus, moreover, as well as, or in addition?
Educator, Professor, Teacher or Academician?
Atrocity, obsenity, disgrace or abomination?
Milligan, Byron, Keats, Shakespeare or Arion?
Acerbation, irritation, vexation or infuriation?
Continual, incessant, perpetual or aeonian?
Morning, pre-lunch, afore noon, or antemeridian?
Medical, treating, therapeutic or aesculapian?
Certification, qualification, or authentication?
Riposted, flung-back, sneered, or an antistrophon?
Stannic, brass, titanium, metal or adamantium?
Heresy, heathenism, nihilism, or agnosticism?
Reflections, musing, or contemplation?
Pandemonium, chaos, disorder, or confusion?
A stroke or fit, seizure, spasm, or convulsion?
A rattle, a crackle, a whisper, or a susurration?
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We hear words spoken in the vernacular,
Differing words for the same thing is spectacular,
Slangs, nicknames, so many colloquialisms,
All accepted, used as a conventionalism,
Each option locally respected…
Words can easily be wrongly pronounced,
Leaving visitors, strangers, dumbfounded,
Spoken local errors are best disregarded,
They get banned by Starmer at some stage?
Pronouncing a hostage as a sausage?
I love listening to others’ slang,
I’m guilty of using local verbal colloquialisms,
I’ve had a shortage of education,
What I had ignored lacked any curriculum,
Ailments left me with a lack of cohesion,
I tried to join the foreign legion…
I’m joking, of course, it could be worse…
My coffin might fall out of the hearse?
Oh no, I’m being cremated first…
I fell off a hospital trolley, as I waited…
To have my thumb sewn back on.
I’m losing the plot again, sorry…
I’ll be back on Wednesday, if not dead,
I’m getting tired and feeling addlepated,
Not sure if I’m affected, or afflicted,
Nor by what or why, can’t get me aspirated,
I think the log wound may be cestoded.
I’d like my sanity to be reconstituted…
I am mentally & physically daunted,
I think that ought to have been elided,
Or maybe thwarted?
I’ve got to get myself sorted…
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Legs seemed to get a little thinner.
Not the feet or toes, though.
Computer hassle, that Carer Joe helped me work out and get it going again.
A quickie. So many things went wrong. The nurses arrived and changed the dressing on the leg. They didn’t think the swelling on the ankle was anything to bother about. Leg was easier in the morning, but the feet were the same. Progress, methinks?
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Wee-wee shade

Mornings first view

Later view

Got food out for later.

Morning legs & feet shots

Afternoon shots

Selected this shot for the face in the clouds
Face in the clouds, Circled
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Carer Ejaz and Joe called today.

Slurp! Gobble!

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Sweet Dreams!
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