Month: July 2025

Inchy: Wed 30 July 25 – DDDDD all day, then a late visit from High-Mood-Horis

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The lost photos from yesterday.

You can hardly see the part-moon in the sky!

For most of the day. Then, late on, visited.

Oh, dear, I’m wearing black diabetic socks & slippers.

Took a shot of the end car park, no mudslide.

Porcelain Throne visited.

Returned to the computer and noticed it had been raining. A mudslide had started in the end car park.
The rain stopped. It only lasted for ten minutes.

Into the kitchenette to refill the bladder water bottle.
No rain, but the earlier bit we had was clinging to the glass of the window.
Opened the window to take this one.

I’ve got some peas, onions, and sweetcorn in the slow cooker, ready for later.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Then cut up some potatoes to bake to add to the meal. Not a single cut finger. Got them in the oven

Blue skies and grey clouds.

The front car park on Citrus Walk.

The Food Fiasco…
I served up the nosh on a tray. Bread and the last pot of vegetarian lemon yoghourt, bread and some mini tomatoes on the tray with the seasoned stew of sorts. Casserole? Soup? I’d put some liquid smoke in the mix. But when I got down with my meal on the tray, I sat in front of the TV on the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working, tormenting Harold’s Haemorroids, recliner. Put the TV on to watch a recorded Heartbeat episode.
I got deep into the programme and was consuming the stew, or whatever it’s called.
I’d got through about half of what was in the dish, and just as I remembered, I had not put the potatoes in from the oven, I got the smell of burning up my nose.
A semi-panic mode gripped me, and I put down the food tray to rush into the kitchen… Luckily, what happened next was as I stood up…
Gave way on me, and my knee greeted the carpet and forced me into using swearwords and curses. My mind was then concentrated on getting myself up again.
Which, using the aged, grotty-looking c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, I hauled myself up into it…
Unfortunately, I caught the chair with the food on it and spilt the dish all over the tray.
I carefully got back on my feet, and now my concentration was on getting the tray cleaned up before the grey spilt through the holes at the end of the tray, out onto the floor.
This, I did. Using kitchen towels, I cleaned around, and then smelled the burning from the oven, and remembered why I was getting up in the first place.
I got the oven door open, expecting the worst, and the sliced roasted spuds were… well, cooked to perfection, just as I like them.
I added them to the dish on the tray… .
I caught my hand on the oven tray while taking it out.
By the time I’d cleaned that tray and ointmentated the burn. Then, I returned to the TV room with the added potatoes.
I rewound the Heartbeat episode to catch up on what I’d missed, and started eating. I’d made too many potatoes and had virtually started eating another meal. I couldn’t manage it all, but ate all of the potatoes. For some reason… , visited, and this was unexpected but great!
Even when the next calamity took place while washing the pots in the kitchen, I handled it in true High-Mode-Horis fashion, “Sod-it, Sode em all”!
Compared to the earlier responses to the mishaps, I just accepted things as being expected and anticipated. Part of my everyday life nowadays. Gawd, if only  it could be conjured up when something happens untoward and I get visits from ? I dream, of course, but in a state where anything seems possible. Can he be conjured?
lost the plot again there…
Ah, yes, the ! I dropped the dish into the water in the washing-up bowl, and a few drops splashed out onto the floor.
It set the Flood Alert Alarm off!

Ejaz did a decent job today. He did the laundry, helped me clean the oven, took the waste bags to the shoot, and mopped the kitchen. Unfortunately, he used the speed mop, which left the floor sticky.
He put the night diabetic shocks on for me.
Did a full-body check on me. Reminded me about the Fire Alarm inspection tomorrow. 

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Inchy: Tues 29 July 2025 – Deep Dank, Dark, Depression… with a reason this time, sadly

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I dived the bottom of the canal, in the forces,
In a one-person diving bell, called Bathyscaphes.
Excitement? No need for me to be abstemious,
Not my usual duties, an emergency, so it was ascisimus,
A four-hour stint, easy-peasy; it turned out atrocious!
My innards rumbled… I got the shi…, well, shigellosis,
I felt sorry for those on the following watch,
The squaddie taking over from me, a lad from Norwich…
Said the smell was horrendous and hellacious!
The inside of my briefs turned brunneous,
My vomiting reflex triggered, with a blech,
It’s not as if the inside was capacious,
Tiny, in fact, I couldn’t reach down to my gaters,
My first dive, my passing was the stinkiness,
But I did the whole stint because I was conscientious,
The Norwich lad, Private Nobby Valance…
Said after his shift, that I was cretinous!
He came at me… he was tense and vexatious,
But he broke into a smile; I expected a right cross!
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What a great start to the day…
was with me for the entire morning. Of course, I could hardly believe it. Deep inside my demented mind, there were sensations of an upcoming disaster, no less! My mind was right!
Following the glee of 4½hrs worth of Sod ’em all attitude, after the computer cock-up, which sent me to the deep dark, dank depths. Horrible depression.

Really bad! I felt awful and frustrated. I’m getting this tale out of the way on Wednesday, midday. Just beginning to update this blog. At long last. Yesterday, Darius was so deep-rooted for most of the day. He’s stayed with me.  Although nothing has changed, my fiddling nervously with things that scare me, and an uncertainty of getting any help, ensure that DDDDDD is present, but not so severely compared to Tuesday, yet. I’ll explain and get back to a semi-chronological Inchy Today.

Here goes: I think it must have been around 13:50hrs, I was actually pleased with how things had gone in the morning… No Smug Modes, though. My history of not coping and panicking when these things happen, being guaranteed, warned me not to get blaise.
I’d just finished getting all the Templates for August done – and without too many mistakes (as far as I know). I thought I’d made none at all at this stage. But, on checking, I found eight (a guesstimate) mistakes. But I believe sorting them out and getting them in the correct order made me feel better. For it didn’t take me too long, and all seemed corrected! Still resisting going into a Smug Mode, I moved on to CorelDRAW to start importing the morning’s photos. There were a good few, the first thing photo’d several times was the amazing rainbow… I’m losing track here, sorry.

If my waffling involves an unconscious ‘Plea for Help’, then so be it, I need it. Not coping with the constant barrage every day of something going wrong. From my leaving the hot water tap/faucet running, or the fridge door open, to the cooker on. Missing appointment. Buying food with money in its current state, I don’t need. Where was I?
Ah, yes, I was uploading the photographs to CorelDraw, it seemed to be going well…
And the screen froze.
I couldn’t close it, save my work, or access any other site or Windows. I’ll not repeat how I felt… Yes, I will… Heartbroken, frustrated, depressed, sick of the rubbish way I’m having to struggle with everyday problems and tasks. The wheelchair arrived with bolts missing, and I had to get help from the kind Red Cross volunteer man who mended it for me; his job was a safety check on the hospital bed. (Bless him)
I’d better stop here, back to the storyline. 

There I was, in desperation, not knowing what I could do about it, and I decided to ask Mr Google for recommended home repair computer firms or shops. Amazingly, they came up with ‘The Computer Man’. Do you recall him on the blog from a couple of years ago? I was in a similar plight with the computer back then, and rang ‘The Computer Man’. It turns out that they are a Nationwide association of computer engineers. Seeing ‘The Computer Man’, I assumed it was that. He told me to be patient, and an engineer would be contacting me shortly, but it may be a while, as they are very busy. Fair enough. Two years and three months later, I still await the expected email from one of his engineers. Needless to say, I didn’t ring ‘The Computer Man’. I rang a computer shop up the hill on Woodborough Road, ‘Bettabuys’, after going on their website, and I thought I’d hit gold! It said all your problems will be solved by us. We will visit, take your computer, and return it in better condition. Faster, more memory. Great!
Joanne came in and asked why I looked so uptight and gloomy. I explained, and she kindly rang the ‘Bettabuys Shop’, to ask for help. “We no longer do home visits, as only one computer engineer is working here now”. I didn’t think I could feel any worse, lower than I did; I was wrong.

So, the only option was to unplug the computer and start again, unconfidently.
Joanne returned to the flat and told me that the Warden was going to try to find some help. She told Joanne to tell me not to turn off the computer.
But I didn’t hear anything from Deana. I struggled with restarting the computer. It opened with the previously frozen window. It wouldn’t let me save or do anything earlier when it went all wrong.

On my second try, it started, as normal. I opened CorelDRAW, but it informed me that the file is unavailable! G\file history\desktop-QU471Q\path\user\music\July01
Oh, great, that educates and helps me a lot. I went into the music file, but there was nothing in there?
Sinking more spiritually now. I was tempted to throw the computer out of the balcony window, but I am not so selfish that I’d risk it landing on someone.
Carer Ejaz came, and I explained the computer happenings. Ajaz told me not to get worked up; it’s not doing your health any good, you’re trembling!
I knew that. He hoovered the carpet and asked if I wanted a cup of tea, to which I replied, “No thanks, mate.” Off he went, swapping farewells as he left.

Back to the computer and CorelDRAW. Rebooted the programme and got the same message.
file is unavailable! G\file history\desktop-QU471Q\path\user\music\July01,
This time, it informed me that an auto-backup has been found. Do you want to open it?
I clicked on ‘Yes’.
It opened another file that was a few days old. Then I spent ages searching for the file. Visiting the ‘Music’ folder in the pursuit. I found a newer file than the auto-saved one, so I crossed my fingers and opened it.
Then tried to save it with a new name. Nope, not enough room. I changed nothing but still tried again. Sod-me-droppages, it went into the Music folder or file, whichever it’s called.
When I looked again at Music and clicked to open it. I  got the file is available! But not on; G\file history\desktop-QU471Q\path\user\music\August 01.

I gave up. And got something to eat.

THE DAY OF MISERY
Which Started So Well, As Well

Spot on lighter coloured urine,

Legs looking better all around, and the Cartilages were not collapsing at all! Super
So much so that it was a little worrying.

Got the ablutions sorted, made a brew, and fingers-crossed. I got one on the computer,
Blimey, CorelDRAW was slow.

The rain fell, but only for a few minutes.

I was late getting into blogging, but I enjoyed the brew so much that I went to make another… Kodak Tim 2 was much used – we had a rainbow!
Not overly bright ot clear, but I got carried away.
What a great start today!

Made a different view or two.
Tried to get the widest shot I could manage.
Can’t be helped.
Then…
I tried a closer shot.

Reserved for the meal later on.,
Ditto.
Ditto.
Ditto.

Crinkies for the Carers & Nurses.
I think I got it wrong about a nurse calling.
Can you believe that I got something wrong?
Hehehe!

I overdid the brewing today.

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Inchy Today: Monday 28th July 2025

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Firstly…
My walks through the tree copse, daily,
I recall my visits with some accuracy,
But as more ailments and diseases came to me,
Visiting became a physical impossibility,
Due to Glaucoma-Gladys, and a new disability,
Arthur Itis, seizures and Lymphorrhoea Leslie,
Unguis incarnates, Paroxysmal Dyskinesias,
Both Cartilages & Peripheral Neuropathies,
Duodenal Donald… each one an ancillary,
New medications that work antiapoptotically,
Nurses visit me, kind and benevolently…
Warfarin Nurse, checking my DVT,
Takes blood regularly. She does this superbly,
I so miss going in the copse, I spoke to every tree!
Next Missing Ode, Grizelda & our contiguity!.
Our affair went magnificently…
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A better Morning! Great!
Up and out of the hospital bed at 05:35hrs.

Again, the nocturnal catheter pouch was
almost empty. As yesterday, once I got up and started moving about, I could feel the flow back in the bladder, and it was painful. Within a couple of minutes of taking off the night bag, the day bag began to flood. The colour was a number six grade on the NHS score chart.

I made up some cool bottles of spring water from the fridge, replaced them with others to chill, and got on with updating the blog. It went well, and I completed it and posted it to WordPress.

I pottered into the kitchen to snap a picture of the sky. Low down first.
Then higher.

My daytime catheter had still not been changed. I was on the Porcelain Throne (Constipation Conrad affair) when Ejaz arrived, and I remembered to ask him to do so. Which he did for me. Unfortunately, we had a long-tubed one and had fitted it before realising. So the lad had to search for a short-tubed one, remove the long tube, and fit the short tube in its place. Bless him.

Nice and comfortable fit, Ejaz did. The rear end wasn’t, though; that was stinging something awful. Ejaz managed to clean and medicate the insertion area. He left some of the items on the £300 second-hand shop purchase, circa 1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. But no bother, he’s had to do the catheter twice, and was running late. 

I dug into setting up the template and began working with this editor. I was making fewer errors than I had lately. And I .

I got the kitchenette mopped up.

Back on the blogging session. I was now making the regular cock-ups. Humph!

The Intercom chimed out. It was a Red Cross Technician. He’d come to check the workings of the hospital bed. I thought he was checking the wheelchair, which had a loose arm. He only does beds, he said. However, he still set out to examine the wheelchair problem for me. Six holding pins on the arm were missing. Luckily, he had some with him for repairing the bed that fitted the wheelchair arm. He mended it for me. I’m being looked after today. This chap followed Carer Ejaz in spending more time correcting things for Inchie. 🤎 

He then checked the hospital bed over. All okay!

Back to the blogging, it needed some tweaking and fixing. Tsk!

The Intercom Rang Again: It turned out to be a lovely District Nurse. She had come to check on both & refit the bothersome,
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What a fantastic Community Nurse. (It was love at first sight!) Patient, understanding, and so gentle with my genitals. She started by sorting out the things underneath the Carer’s table. But we could not find any of the painkiller tubes. She looked into the backroom… and ended up sorting it out for me! The medical stuff, I mean. She thought she might have a tube in her car. The nurse asked me for the door fob, then went down and returned with a tube of gel. How kind was that? Very! The first job was the big one, the removal of the current contraption. She worked carefully; there was no rushing, unlike others. She even suggested putting it back on the other leg. Which, after inserting the new tube into Little Inchy, and with the least pain I’ve ever had in the last three years of being catheterised! Smoothly, and as I’ve said, less painfully.

She then inspected my rear-end. She was concerned and asked me if she could take a photo of it. I agreed, and she took a snap on her mobile.
They told me to wash and dry things twice a day and to apply barrier cream, well rubbed in.
The nurse showed me the photo, which startled me a smidgeon. Chrikey, it was red! 
Then informed me that Little Inchy had a new lesion at the tip. She thinks it may have been caused by not frequently moving the catheter to the other leg. It is essential to do this, as the pressure exerted by the tubing pulling on one area is likely to cause injury. The nurse had already placed the new contraption on my right leg.
What a gift, what an Angel! 🤎FsocjF

To the kitchen to get something to eat.



Back on the computer… but unfortunately, the usual 17:00 weariness & tiredness set in, without any fading down period, instantly at 15:00. And,
Leaving me no option but to close down the computer. As I got up to make a bite to eat before I fell asleep, more bother; something I have not had a lot of bother with for months now. In both knees, and
gave way, all but having me over. I thought that DDDDD coming on was due to my silly excitement at the visits of , Why the knees and Cartilage misery? I now receive complaints from the joints, and I did for the rest of the night. They never fail to hurt or threaten to give way when I partly bend or put weight on them.

Washed the pots, sagety checks and down in the aged, grotty-looking, c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner.
I sat pondering on the day’s opposing events. More good than bad, I think. Up to now. But memories of the bad I’m used to. I was in mid-ponder, as I drifted off to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep, but it didn’t last for long.

The Intercom chimed up an hour and a half later. I struggled to wake up, and the pain in my knees made it difficult to reach the intercom panel. I  knew it was Carer Ejaz, and as I lifted my hand to press the entry button, gave way, and I needed both hands on the hallway wall to prevent myself from falling. I must have pressed the wrong button in my rush, and the Intercom closed down. I waited for Ejaz to push again. But he didn’t. However, he came in the door a few minutes later, asking me why I didn’t open the door for him.
I tried mt best to explain to him, but I’m not sure he understood me. So I told him about the morning’s Red Cross volunteer and how he had helped me out. Then the story of the District Nurse was a great help, with the Catheter Contraption all done calmly, not rushing, and far less painful than it had ever been done. She also told me I must start using the diabetic socks during the day again. My not doing so will not help with the leg problems.
She also said that she’d try to get the catheter pouch nets supplied for me.
I’m not sure how much he understood, though. I was struggling to start by telling him that the Red Cross man had repaired the wheelchair arm. I had to take him to the balcony and show him the arm of the wheelchair and the missing bolts that he replaced for me. A kind man. I felt he was unhappy with me for not letting him in.
He’s a good lad, and I think he deserves praise for the things he does do, not lambasting for the things he forgets. I’d be lost without Ejaz. As I am without Carer Joe, so knowledgeable & helpful. But gone now. I phoned him up last week. He’s happy in his new job and enjoying it. He’ll try his best to call and see me when he visits his Dad.

Once again, back on the computer.

Three snaps of the kitchen sky view.

On Ejaz’s last call, bless him, he showed that he was listening to what I said earlier. He cleaned, dried, and applied barrier cream to my rear end. He also did a body check, and I appreciated it. Yes, I flipping well did!
He took a photo of the closed window in the balcony with his mobile phone and emailed it to me.

I love a brown sunset. We found the thinnest pair of Diabetic socks I had, and I left them ready to see in the morning so I don’t forget. Ejaz checked the kitchen and wet room for safety before leaving. As the nurse said, it may seem cooler not to wear the socks, but these legs prove that you will have to. When winter comes, you’ll feel happy to wear them. She was right! Kind, too!

I did some late work on the blog, and then popped into the kitchenette to catch the sunset before it disappeared. A better effort with Kodak Tim 2.
Lucky to catch this shot!

I nearlt forgot the snap of the small, but lovely meal. The brown tomatoes and the
chip-shop chips tasted just heavenly!

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Inchy Today: Sunday 27th July 2025

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Carer Ejaz photo’d me smiling,
Depression was temporarily abandoned,
Well, I’d just taken some Amoxicillin,
And as High-Mood-Horis visited…
No fighting with guilt, no wrestling!
No morals to be consulted…
Gone was my fearful worrying,
I felt my balloon was unpierced,
I’d had a poo, a shave & did my ablutioning,
I didn’t feel like grouching or bleating,
Nothing got me miffed or exacerbated!
My contentment almost nearly intumesced,
A mini-seizure was authenticated,
Depression Darius repervaded,
When I cut my finger, making sandwiches,
Ejaz took a photo of me, and we exchanged fripperies,
My  thoughts turned into gallimaufries,
I began to re-hate the oligarchies,
I got pains in my oropharynx…
Mentally fought me psychomachias,
Tomorrow, I’ll give the nurse an embrace!
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.

End car park.

Balcony. 
(Disabled accoutrements room).

Strange cloud formations

Tried to rush getting the blog done so I could watch the England Euro final.

Carer Elaz & I took a photo of each other in the kitchen. Showing the view.
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
I forgot again to ask him to refit a new Catheter pouch. Ejaz emailed the only photo from Wednesday’s Escape to the Dentist Day.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.

Got a meal made and settled to watch the Euro final.
I have to say that Spain had 60% possession of the ball. I fell asleep towards the end of the extra-time period. I woke up to see “England Win The Final”!
I changed to the ITV one+ channel, just in time to see the penalties being taken.
The Lionesess Celebrations followed.
For a while. I would have missed this, but Carer Akeyo woke me up… no, that was Carer Mizra.

The catheter tube is so painful again.
I must ask Carer Ejaz to change the stinking, hurting, grotty contraption for me.

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Inchy Today: Saturday 26th July 2025

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IMPRISONED IN HIS FLAT
Life up in the sky is kind of paradoxical,
Indoors, with natters mental and physical,
Life’s reason, now considered penitential,
Rarely accompanied by anything providential,
Less reality, but more phantasmagorical,
Sex is now an impossibility, no events postcoital,
Ailments, psychiatric and/or psychological,
Depressions, seizures are plethorical,
Cancer, catheter, can’t manually pittle,
Lymphorrhoea, mechanical-ticker, a new pustule,
Body and brain, both now paroxysmal,
Hopes and plans ending up phantasmal,
It’s not easy living as a pseudointellectual,
My face gathering, growing many a pothole,
Dreams, I once had pocketsful…
For me now, surviving is no longer pivotal,
As I hastily grow more pitiable,
Movements of body & mind prove problematical,
Now… where’s my pentobarbital?
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Bad night. Up at 06:00hrs
Nocturnal pouch removed.

Balcony shots taken.
Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.

Brew of tea.
Started the blog update.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!

Photos from the kitchen window.
To the left.
Down to  Citrus Walk parking.

Carer Ejaz called. Medications taken.

Red Cross texted. A technician is coming on Monday to look at the walker and wheelchair.

Iceland delivery,not a lot.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!

Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.

Sunshine waning.

Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.

Those chips were lovely!

Carers Mizra, Ejaz & Akeyo today.
The day the catheter day-pouch has not been changed this week. I keep forgetting to ask them.
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and

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Inchy Today: Friday 25th July 2025

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This morning, I created an Ocado quasi-order,
Spent a few moments execrating Herr Starmer,
Lambasting, cursing, and trying some hexing,
That didn’t work; no news on TV of his dying,
So back to heartfelt detesting & loathing,
He’s so cantankerous, malicious and spiteful,
Hostile, averse, inimical, confoundable,
Not Prime Minister material, but he’s barristerial,
A trained liar, thus he can easily fiddle & embezzle,
Now my hex has failed, should I try alchemical?
I watched Parliament on TV. It looked adumbral,
I got a sense of phoney-baloney, agathokakological,
HMG members scowled across; matters balneal?
Some members grimaced, as if they had sat on a carbuncle,
Some, obviously bored, maybe missing their Zinfandel.
Occasionally, one stood up, to the toilet he’d wamble,
MP returned with cigar ash on his waistcoat, all casual,
Some nodded off, while the speaker soke wibble,
Taunts were made to encourage a squabble,
They woke up some MPs to join in the verbal battle,
One of them dropped his soother & rattle,
Overshouting each other, they continued to prattle…
The screamed words were largely unsubstantiable,
The shaking fists and sneers were not all discernible,
The odd one, Reform UK, I think, was not very subtle
But there are only four of them, so inappreciable,
Kemi’s failed party didn’t say a lot, understandably
After all, their total MPs are only 120, sadly!
Labour MPs outnumber them all, more sadly,
Jeremy Corbyn is setting up a new political party…
with Zarah Sultana, Left Wing, gladly…
Herr Starmer, Labour? He’s more Tory than any Tory!
Who can beat him? Electionally?
Many a voter would like to beat him physically,
For his lies, two-facedness and con-artistry,
On that list, to be fair, you can add me!
I’d love to grab him epiglottally,
For his back-hander taking, initially,
Stealing pensioners’ fuel allowance, that hurt Inchie,
Many decisions he’s taken, enacted, immorally,
Digressing, mind-changing, to save financially…
Not for the voters! But his term as PM of HMG,
On his mission to make his self more money,
More glory, more power, go down in history…
The erk who beat the Tories by becoming a Tory,
Labour’s Core Values? He shows such antipathy,
Remaining in power, claiming political diablerie,
Renationalise railways? Cut the cost of electricity?
He does not have the capacity for honesty,
From his Barrister days, you see?
Getting murderers off virtually scot-free,
He avoids the truth, purposefully…
When there’s a chance of profitability…
For himself, do you agree?
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Four visits to the
Produced only wind.
A lot of it, mind you.
I spelt Haemorrhoids wrong.

Early balcony shots through the glass.

Then the same with the kitchen.

End carpark chevron parkers
stii chevron parking. No rain again,
so no mudslide. Poor birds & squirrels
kept coming for a drink and bath,
but couldn’t get either.

Sherwood Vale.

Citrus Walk in front of the prison.
No, no, block of flats!

Flushing problem on the
third visit.
Gave it the best clean that I could manage.
Amazing how the stains hide. Hahaha!

Back to CorelDRAW.

Afternoon cuppa.

I obviously took this shot in error.
Possible as I was putting in or taking
out the SD card.

Community Nurse Rebecca called to tend to Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s leg wounds.
The original leak (on the left) had gone down well. But, Rebecca found a new one coming, and medicated it for me as well. (on the right). She said when the sin goes like mine, all leathery, cold men more are on the way. She will call next week to check on how they are. Bless her.

Sky Photos In, (I hope) in chronological order.
A smidge eerie so early in the afternoon.

Amazed at the new cloud types.
I Took two, thanks to not getting the messages to the brain that I want to let go of the ‘shoot’ button from the dying off and or, more likely, the brain not responding in a timely fashion; thanks to the attentions of what was Diabetic Dementia, then Cognitive Dementia, changed to Vascular Dementia, and now is  .
This often buggers-up my plans. It’s doing it more often now, either not letting go of something or letting go of something. Unfortunately, when I’m taking photos and this happens, I frequently fill the SD card to capacity. Then, the problem is often low memory on the computer, and you have to delete them one at a time… This causes me to have to use CCleaner repeatedly, as it consumes a significant amount of memory when deleting large files. But the worst thing this costs me is time. I don’t have much time left anyway, but I want to spend it on my beloved blogging, which is so frustrating!
Then, means I forget where I was, what I’d just done, why, and what was going to do in the first place. He’s also a bit of a git every time I write an Ode. I often start typing a word, and just go blank as I’m about to type it. That might be connected to my thinking of a word to use as a follow-up? Or not.
I’ll have to ask Mr Google for a word to describe it. My guess is: Word Blindness, Memory Lapse, or maybe Inchies Syndrome?

Sky Photos taken late on.
Beautiful!
And zoomed in a bit.

Cooking Time…

Result? Not too bad.
I may have overrated this one.
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Inchy Today: Thursday 24th July 2025

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I travelled to see the Himalayan wise man, so I ascended,
Hoping for wisdom and understanding to be gained,
At the top, I was mentally and physically drained,
A crackly voice suddenly, clearly clarioned,
In the rockery, a curtain of ether opened,
Was this Himavat, who’d suddenly appeared?
Through a mass of sparks, Satan appeared!
This can’t be really happening, I eluded…
Himavat’s forefinger pointed; Satan disappeared,
What is this I’ve augured, envisaged?
Have I just seen a Motherlode encashed?
I was fixated, yet flabbergasted,
My knowledge was not furthered,
But my mind was flooded,
Fear began to take seed,
As my belief tapered,
My sanity teetered,
The dream was completed!
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Yesterday’s escape from the flat, and I remembered to wear my hat, take the keys, bus pass, bank card, and sunglasses. But I forgot to take the SD card, camera, PIN number, and mobile phone.

I saw things unseen for a year or more… people (apart from nurses, neurosurgeons, ambulance staff, Carers, chiropodists, dentists, Doctors, and, sadly, my bank manager), buses, and the insides of a shop. A reet-treat for me! Carer Ejaz looked after me and my needs well. Thanks, Ejaz.
I’m going to upset the Bank Manager, who has ‘invited’ me to make an appointment with him. I don’t know the cost of Carer Ejaz escorting me to the Sherwood dentist and back yet. But we didn’t have time to do the laundry, clean and mop the wet room and kitchen, let alone address the banking problems. Still, I’m not bothered as I write this. Because;
I’m in a precious but dangerous High-Mode-Horis.
How can I get the laundry done before I run out of clothes, complete the mopping and cleaning, and arrange to see the bank manager, who insists that I take a Carer with me? Thus, the ‘They don’t care, so I won’t. A Sod em all attitude!
Eventually, something’s going to happen that is beyond repairing or too late to correct!
And I’m not bothered! (At the moment, of course) But the moment that returns, and he’s guaranteed to. Panics, fears, worries, and self-lambastings take over. But, not at this moment. Thanks to
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Decent colour again.

I got the disabled selection moved into the balcony. Now people can get through the door again.

Moods ended up DDDDD dominated!

No rain, no mud slide!

The window cleaner arrived early as I requested yesterday. Soon got the balcony done.

I went onto the balcony, and I can sit and ponder in the four-wheeled walker if I want to.

Took a snap catching the balconies and parked vehicles on Citrus Way.

It went darker much earlier today. It’s not 15:00hrs yet. A sure sign that summer is coming to an end… Sob! Sulk!

Time verification.

Mystery Photo Challenge
What do you think this is?

Oh, ‘eck!

Overall Rating
Darius got a bit persistent in the afternoon,
Giving Horis no chance of a comeback.

A delightful meal of no-butter-buttered cheesey bread rolls, pickled mushrooms, Polish smoked sausage, and brown/green & red a bit, tomatoes. A pot of vegan lemon dessert followed, and then I got a mini ice-cream fruit sucker from the freezer.
I enjoyed every morsel of it. Hehe!

Doing the washing up, I took two quick snaps of the sunset.
I didn’t intend to take two; taking two was decided by Colin Cramps visiting the fingers. Tsk! It must have taken me a minute or more to let go of the camera. Friday, I found eight unintended snaps of bits of the floor in the kitchen. Haha!

I was still a little weary from yesterday’s enjoyable walkabout. I didn’t make it into the bed again, nodding off in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
To the longest sleep I’ve had for yonks! Get ready for this… Seven-Hours! With only about four jumping-waking-ups, courtesy of . I needed that, but I still hoped for another good one tomorrow night as well. I’m not saying I was in a yipedee-do-dar mood when I woke up, but it was close to that.

Time is precious – but sleep is too!

Inchy Today: Wednesday 23rd July 2025

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WHO IS THIS DESCRIBING?
His tall stories & lies are spinnable,
His oaths and promises are spillable, 
He sees pensioners & farmers as sacrificeable,
Himself as sacral, Holy, and liturgical,
His intended vaguenesses are surreal,
His sausages and hostages could prove problematical,
He is so backhandable, right-wing & corruptable. 
My views, of course, are not scientifical,
As he lied his way into power, I was sceptical.
His lying by omission is all but surgical,
Excellently spiteful, but not sympathetical,
In office, he’s become a supercriminal…
His crimes against humanity are transferential.
His lack of morals rings out indicatively.
He’s ever-ready (not the battery) to be sardonical.
Languages he speaks more than quinquelingual…
Untruths, fibs, lies, treachery, & unbelievable,
Fabrication, devious, distortion, and imaginal,
Hoax, deceit, subterfuge, and hypocritical,
Hot air, nonsense, drivel, hogwash & sanctimonial.
Flannel, falacious, tommy-rot, and tarradiddle,
Deceptive, fallacious, sneaky, and disreputable,
Awkward questions? He begins to quiddle…
This explains the main habits he did accrue.
Just one more clue: His departure is overdue!
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DANGER DAY!
Well, not really. But the angst is already building up at the thought of going out in the wheelchair for the first time. Although this did not happen, after checking the wheelchair, Carer Ejaz was keen to try it out today; he said he had been looking forward to it. I found the right (as you sit in it) wheelchair arm and pole, but it came out too easily. It needed to be erected. Riding on rough ground may knock it out altogether, and I thought it too risky until a Red Cross engineer checked it out. I think they are due on Thursday to do this.
On the visit to take me out, I told Ejaz I’d like to use the 4-wheeled walker. He was okay with this.

The window cleaner came early, but of course, I’d not yet gone out to get some cash to pay him with. He said he’d come again tomorrow, on Thursday. The original date was changed to Wednesday this month. He must have thought I was a dodgy-looking character who might be trying to get out of paying him. Hehehe!

I checked the list of things needed to take with me: Bank Card, keys, camera to buy a new SD card and batteries, and sunglasses in case the sun came out strongly. So, I added the planned route of the tasks required. Ejaz and I are going to the bus stop. We will take the bus to Sherwood. We will use an ATM for cash (It took me two guesses to remember the PIN). We will also call in a shop for an SD card & camera. (This did not happen; Carer Ejaz said he would not have the time if we were going to the dentist.) We went to the Continental shop, and now we have money. I bought some Polish sausages of various types. And some of their green/brown tomatoes from Poland. They were great tasting! Lovely!
We hobbled up the hill in time to get to the dentist for the appointment. It was great having Carer Ejaz with me, getting up the four steps with the walker was a breeze with Ejaz’s assistance. To the receptionist and booked in. I sat searching for the paper list of the things to take and do. I’d left it in the flat. Fancy that!
The Lady came to me asking questions that I could not answer. She and Elaz went into another room, and I heard no more about it. Other than Ejaz telling me when he got back to the waiting room that it would take a little longer, as they didn’t know I couldn’t get up the stairs to my old clinician’s room. This has happened on my last four appointments. I’d have thought this would have been added to my records? 
Later, we were summoned to another surgery. Ejaz was allowed in with me, which was a blessing, because I couldn’t understand what the dentist was saying. Ejaz answered, or told me what she’d asked. She asked me questions as she checked the state of my remaining teeth, and for the sixth time in a row, I wondered if the remaining teeth could be extracted and replaced with false teeth. A negative answer again, this time.
However, she did explain that if I had 8 teeth left that were considered ‘fit for use,’ she is not allowed to remove them all. The new NHS ruling used to be 5 teeth. Starmer passed the verdict to cut costs. So he could later claim that he’d save money.
He’s stolen my fuel allowance, let my rent and electricity prices rise astronomically, and Carer-Costs rise, now, he assured me that will be with me until I die. That won’t be long, cause according to Gypsy Rose Lee, in 1953, she told my Dad; Your son will live to see the end of the world! Dad laughed at the time and moaned about the reading costing 1/3d (5¼p in new money). And, he laughed in her face. Hehe!

It’s a good thing that I still have some of the £599.00 per 100ml toothache pain relief spray.
And part of the bottle of morphine, what’s it… sulphate!
Back to the dentist.
The dentist gave Ejaz a prescription for Durphat 500 toothpaste, and we went to the receptionist to pay our dues and have the prescription validated. I clearly recall that when it came to paying, I handed the cash card nervously over to the Lady, with my hands trembling.

Ejax got me down the four steps with the walker, carefully, bless him. We knew there would be no time left to get the SD card for the camera. Checked the bus timetable at the bus stop, conveniently positioned just outside of my dentist’s. The bus was due in six minutes.

We were back at the flats in no time, 5 minutes.
I showed Ejaz the way through the inner passage link route. Going into Winchester Court, then the link passage into the social room and main entrance, passing ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie’s office. Into the next corridor, which led to the lifts in my Woodthorpe Court Prison block… No, accommodation block.
Up in the lift chatting away, to the 12th floor, into the flat hallway and into my flat.
We had a long job, with Ejaz trying to break down the four-wheeler, and ended up putting them in the corner opposite the door. I’ll try to find a better place for them if I can tomorrow. People can’t get in or out of the door while they are there. I’ll see if I can move them into the balcony, then I can use the four-wheeler to sit on and have a nosey. Hehe!

Tired and weary as I was after the trip out, I made a start on CorelDRAW. To use in this blog. But didn’t have the mental stamina.
So, I planned the day’s meal. I decided on corn, beetroot, green tomatoes on cheesy-topped bread rolls, battered onions, and cut up some of the really tasty Zywiecka Polish Cooked And Dried Pork Sausage.
It was delightful!.
Google, gulp, chew, chomp, suck!
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Inchy Today: Tuesday 22nd July 2025

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My plans always seem to get waylaid,
The window cleaner cannot be paid…
Because he’s coming on a different day,
I’ve no cash available to pay,
I would have, if he’d come on the usual Thursday,
I’d have got cash on my way to having dentistry,
I was already feeling a little panicky,
Now he’s decided to come on Wednesday,
Carer Ejaz told me yesterday,
Take just the walking stick. We’ll be okay.
Today, “We’ll use the wheelchair”, dearie me!
Departing, ensure the catheter pouch is emptied,
Teeth to be removed, or will they be delayed?
ATM, SD card shop, camera to be batteried…
All on this Wednesday, a heavy workload,
It’ll be a day of fretting, busy and yauld,
I know things will never go as anticipated,
I should accept these whoopsies acquiescingly,
But, I know things will get uptight, aggravatingly.
What will Carer Ejaz decide on, ambulatorily?
A walking stick, wheelchair, or walker for me?
Will I need some Germoloid from the apothecary?
I now approach tomorrow, apprehensively,
I hope that things go with some amicability,
I hope to avoid any seizures, atrocity, or animosity,
The line above rings in vain, and artificiality,
I anticipate acrimony, albeit abstractedly,
I sense the day will end, sorry, & apologetically,
Additionally, abnormally, & accidentally…
Peripheral Neuropathy Pete Leg Dance, an esrapade,
Wednesday, fears, worries, shame will escalate,
Failures, mistakes to arrive in a fusillade,
But my concerns do not fade,
My uncertainty turns into a gallopade,
It’ll be a song & dance, blended with a harlequinade!
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Today was a mess trying to get as much as I could arranged or done in advance for Wednesday’s upcoming Daymare. I anticipate a blogless Wednesday. This one had to be cut short on Wednesday morning. I only got this far with it.
Short but sweet. Haha!

Carers Medical table.

Carer Ejaz wrote down how to use the texting on the new, unwanted, foolishy bought mobile.

The future price depends on how long Herr Starmer remains in charge of HMG.

End Car Park mud slide.
From the balcony.

Wonderful Nature.

View from the computer.

These are tasty!

Afternoon shot from the kitchenette.

Vegetable stew, or casserole?
Either way, it tasted great!.

Oddly, despite worrying about tomorrow’s dentist, bank, and computer shop to get batteries, SD card, Dizzy Dennis, and Lost-Balance-Brenda in attention, High-Mode-Horis was good to me.

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Inchy Today: Monday 21st July 2025

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I thought of escaping, for adventure, with other activists,
I say activist, it’s a Carer, to be honest…
To my tree copse, too far to get to the forest,
With Lymphorrhea, seizures & my wounded wrist,
The trip had to be cancelled: it’ll be sorely missed,
The nurse hasn’t arrived yet to examine my neurolysis,
If she does come, she just might get a kiss…
Matron may call, look at my eczema & mucinosis,
Must get to the bank, or I’ll be penniless.
I had a minute today, pondering Starmers’ fakiness,
His intractable recalcitrances & profligacies,
His lies, his greed and his perfidies,
His transgressions, wrongdoings and peccancies,
His cabinet has far too many numbnutses,
Keirs’ deviations from truth, mendacity & aberrances,
Why has he not aroused more hatred & abhorrences?
He has certainly lit up my venomousness!,
Starmer’s antics take over the Ode again. I’m remiss!
Lack of rain, the poor agriculturalists,
Ah, the door chime chimed; mayhap one of the nurses?
Nope, it’s a Carer to give me my medications,
Old ailments are back again, there’s Earache Erasmus,
Colin Cramps and Paradoxical Dylan Dyskinesias,
The seizures? Still waiting to see etiologists.
To know why I contracted Merit’s Ménière’s Disease,
Possibly connected with Loss Of Balance, Belinda, perhaps?
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Although, yet again, DDDD-Darius is back. With me now. The Horis visits were the best times of the morning, day, week, & Month! I may try to smile a little; Carer Ejaz has the camera.
I did my best!

Snaps of the day!

Darkest urine for a while.

Early to rise today, 04:10hrs. 
Straight on with the
Reversal in the ARGH!

Washed, shaved, Porcelain Thrones.
Then made a brew of Glengettie tea.

This is when the seizures kicked off.
All short ones, but so many of them. Although I thought I’d fallen asleep at one time while doing the blog, I could have been having a prolonged seizure. I’m not sure. If so, it was one of the longest ones I’ve ever had. Well over five hours. I couldn’t have been asleep that long… could I? I can recall the Carers coming, Ejaz and then Mizra. I’m sure something happened to cheer me up. Because Hih Mode Horis was with me for hours. 
I’m confusing myself as I read the few scribbled notes on the memory pad. And despite being on the computer for hours, so little had been done when I came around from one of the later short seizures and was suffering confusion and loss of balance again; I realised that, upon waking up or possibly coming round from the long sleep or seizure, I felt fine.

The bafflement got some new energy when I realised none of the three medical calls on the calendar had been to see me. I soon realised that I had most likely scheduled them for the wrong day. Humph!
Then fretted over which day they were for. I’ll be in a pickle if they are all for Wednesday!
I’m sure they must be for Tuesday, tomorrow.
Just had a quick prayer there!
I’ve a caller on the calendar for Wednesday evening between 5:30 and 6:30 p.m.
I just hope the Dentist gets the teeth done in time.
I semi-panicked a bit then. I double-checked the calendar, and the appointment is for 14:40 hours; I thought it was 15:40. (I’m waffling on well here, Haha.) They might schedule an appointment for later to have the teeth removed and set up the necessary procedure to have dentures supplied.

I just had a short-lived seizure. A minute, maybe. I felt myself going. I had to wait for fifteen minutes to clear my head before writing this, and it’s still not right, and Glaucom Gladys is getting foggy, and it’s a rare event… I’ve got a cracking headache now.
Going to take a Codeine. Dizzy Dennis and Lost-Balance Belinda want to play.

Cooking-Mode-Engaged!
Sarnies made with soft Farmhouse sliced bread.
No butter-butter, loaded with Brunswick ham. On the dish: Two reheated potatoes, and beer-battered chips done in the oven. Tasty Isle of Weight tomatoes, red & yellow, and the last of the fresh podded peas. With one Farmhouse sausage. A pot of vegan lemon dessert. I ate all of it, as well! Nice!
It took me a while to get through it.

Went to wash the pots, and the flaming weird headache returned, accompanied by the first visit of the day from an angry .
Sleep, as tired as I felt, was not an option when I settled to watch TV before moving to bed.
Usually, most times, I fall asleep at the first set of adverts. The arrival of ailment number twenty-four  made things worse. I do realise that is, in fact, my own ‘out-of-order’, ‘awaiting-repairs’ brain; that was tormenting me with reminders of past mistakes and bad decisions taken throughout my life. Bringing on
shame, embarrassment, guilt, humility & ignominy.
He entrenched himself, and tenaciously tormented and tested my limit of coping. Struggling with this, I decided to get up and take my mind off and his angst.

I went to check the kitchen to make sure I hadn’t left the faucets/taps running, the stove or microwave on, and the fridge door securely closed.
The view was worthy of my taking a Kodak-Tim-2 camera shot. So, I did.
The mist still lingered. It’s been hanging around for the last three days and nights now.
As I turned away from the window, I found a 5-litre, large glass jar of pickling vinegar on the floor. As I against it.

It had to be the right foot one. Which is the most painful one, didn’t it?
. Naturally!

I got back into the main junk-room, turned of the TV, and with hope and a prayer in my heart, that Steve and Anne Gyna would allow me to get some sleep.
Only affected my sleep, repeatedly. Anne Gyna & Steve eased off enough to find Sweet-Morpheus. Each time Nicolas jerked me awake, I was soon back into the land of nod. Which helped me oversleep again!

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