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Horrible, cruel, and what will happen if they do catch them? They can get their drugs more easily and cheaper in Nottingham prison. I heard nothing about the police catching the group of women who were using drones to deliver various drugs to appointed areas within the prison last month. They’ll have no electricity, rent, or food to pay for. No laundry to do, they might have a little housework or Pokey cleaning. They are assured full NHS treatments for free. Their Christmas dinner will not be like mine, and I’ll have to cook it, clean up, and remember not to leave the oven or water tap running. Don’t you go thinking that I’m sulking, pissed-off with the legal system and HMG… I am, though. These scum youths, cowardly attacking an eighty year old woman in broad daylight!
Uncaring, feral beasts!
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I once met a man who was a Ku Klux Klan Klokard,
He now felt guilt, and he self-jugulated,
That result was, to me, a bit of a bonsella,
All this namby-pambying is bilgewater,
If they can’t do the time, they shouldn’t do the crime,
23 murders in the UK in 2003,
48 Murders in the UK in 2013,
An MP who is obviously addlebrained,
A backhand taker and a fibber,
I’d like to know why?
I know we are all going to die,
But who is to blame, who is guilty?
Who started humankind?
Allah? God? The universe corrupted?
Have aliens already communicated?
Have invaders visited and then vacated?
We’ve all whispered, wittered, wondered, whimpered,
Why is life so complicated?
Why will peace never be accoutred?
Crime, war, has never been abrogated,
Will Earth end up with anoxia?
This Ode tells you, I’ve got aprosexia…
When all I seek is ataraxia,
Many icons, claiming to be the arbiter,
Too many humans = appropinquity,
Politicians claimed to act abstemiously,
Make & take decisions clearheadedly,
They actually tried to act decently!
Although none of that recently…
Starmer, Putin, Trump? Are they crazy?
Wannabe dictators, increasingly?
From which the World can only be free…
After the apocalyptic catastrophe,
But that’s no good for you and me,
Even to anyone, including the Oligarchy,
We must stop animosity, enmity, hostility…
Criminality, jealousy, greed, and animosity… 
Says Inchie, shrugging his shoulders abjectly!
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I don’t say this very often, but this morning went pretty smoothly… it didn’t last long. It was helpful having two visits from Carer Joe, who will not be calling again this weekend, Saturday or Sunday, and his last day will be on Monday. I am deeply heartbroken. I’ve never known such a willing and genuinely caring Carer from this company.
I’m going to struggle with all the things the lad willingly helped me out with. Every day that he called. But he can’t be blamed. 
This is the bad news I wanted to tell you.

I left the tap on again. I walked into the wetroom door (Semi shoulder-charged it, Haha!)
Found that the butter, a pack of sausages (Not Hostages), just in case Winter Fuel Payment stealer, Herr Starmer, does read my blog. He really ought to, it’d give him an idea of how hated he is, and it might remind him of his dishonesty, & lies…
Where was I? Oh, yes, the food; Butter, sausages, a jar of beetroot, a pot of… no, two pots of yoghourts, all out of date. Threw them out.
Then I had to make a food order to replace them.
Today is my saddest day in years!

The nurse came to change the pad on my leg. A lovely lady. Pointed out the I’d I’d got on the back of my neck, about 3 inches long. Told me to be careful when washing or shaving. The oedema in the feet was a concern. But the leg was doing well. I had one red and one white foot at the same time!

Carer Ejaz did the first call. Barrier creamed the hand wound for me. The mini seizures kicked off. Concentration was all but disabled with having so many recoveries to make in a short time. This is the first photo of the view taken earlier. After taking it, I burnt a finger, spilling the hot water from the kettle when Shaking-Shaun visited.
I made a start on this blog. Not too successfully so far, but I pressed on nonetheless. Which was a bloody daft thing to do.
I paid for it with the seizures, or rather, the recovery from these Shortie-Seizures. Not so easy today, and took far longer each time. Shorty-Seizures, I like that terminology; I’ll patent it. Hehe!

Sister Jane rang me and managed a little natter. That was nice, I enjoyed it, despite not being in a good mood thanks to the feared, fed-up, and gloomy g of .

Not to mention all the other problems, mental and physical, that somehow seem so much keener, cruel, and almost soul-destroying.

Plenty of sunshine today. But I dare not go out in it. The heat would make my oedema worse, and possibly blind me.

Waiting for the last Carer call now, Ejaz, I think I’ll get some sandwiches made up… Oh no, I won’t!
I’ve no bread left, which went out with the other foods to the waste chute. Even if I had any, I’ve no butter to put on them. Sausages with some crisps seem the easiest option until food arrives in the morning. I’ve got some potatoes in the freezer. I’ll put them in the oven now!

Back in the morning, I hope.
03:10hrs, I’m back.

More time was lost, as CCleaner closed CorelDRAW, and it took two hours to get up and running again.

During which I forgot about the potato chunks cooking in the oven. Well burnt.

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