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Pecking order, youngest last after those old…
Of course, the youngest was Timothy Gerald,
The thrice bathed in tub; my waiting threefold,
Then to empty it, and give it a scrub,
Then drag outside the massive tub,
Hang it up on the nail on the wall,
Making sure it would not fall,
This was usually when the coal man would call!
Then often the chimney sweeper,
Then, frequently, a debt collector,
I was always nervous to answer…
“When will Mother be in?” I’d say, “Who’s she?”
“Now don’t start messing about, I’m telling thee!”
But I wasn’t messing about or taking the pee,
Just sating what Mother hadtold me…
A different reply for each collector,
The lies and excuses got even more absurder,
I’d sense their determination; if he was angrier…
Next call, I’d hide in the coalhouse or larder,
Keeping the police away was much harder,
Mother, a con artist-crook, but very clever…
In 11 years, the debt collectors were after her,
The police, too, but they never prosecuted her,
Arrested here on occasion, more than a few,
She was released to start her crimes anew…
Finally, she was found culpable, anywho,
Guilty on all charges, there were in total 162,
No, seriously, I’m not kidding you…
How long did they give her in the klink to stew?
Zilch, zero, no time to do!
Just probation! Cause 11 victims gave her references!
Like, “She’d give you her last sixpence!”
Got her a rent-free flat; paid the moving expenses!
Paid half the gas & electricity charges,
No leg pulling, I’m being serious,
She was cunning, clever, crafty and devious,
Even though she’d con anyone, she was audacious,
Liking her offered no alternativeness,
Locally, they admired her nerve; everybody did,
Police Sergeant Elkes, from whom she stole a quid,
The bookie, tradespeople & shops she’d conned,
No jealousy, hatred, or spite was apportioned…
In her direction, someone else got blamed!
The cheek of a monkey; she never felt ashamed,
Despite her faults, she just seemed charmed,
Maybe, with my brain being aberrated…
These events took place, & I wasn’t acerbated,
As for the Vicar’s surplice, well, it was gold-plated!
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Yet another nighmarish busy day!

Didn’t get out of bed until 06:50hrs. Took the night pouch off, as EQ warned me of the suffering that the day would bring me. Marvellous!
Took a morning snap.

Pouch sorted out

Ejaz arrived and had a lot to do to help me today.
Did took the laundry down.
Returned and mopped the kitchen.
Then he hoovered and cleaned it afterwards!
Then went down to move the laundry to the dryer for me. Bless his cotton socks.
Then I noticed that the Lymphorroea Leslie’s leg had bubbles of liquid gathering on its surface. Ejaz took a picture.

Ejaz went down to collect the laundry, and as he went, the door chime chimed. He let in the Gentleman from the City Council Care.
He took a photo of the leg, then brought the new wheelchair into the room and set it up, and I had to sit in it for a fitting. It’s incredibly light and comfortable, too. All set to go!
Ehaz returned, and with two talking, I lost the plot a little. We spoke of many things, but I’m not sure what we discussed. I did tell him about the dentist’s email, I think.
After chatting socially, I liked that! The NCC man had retired, and I feared there was something I had to do, but hopefully it was only to ring the dentist, which Ejaz was about to do. And he did!
He arranged an appointment for next Wednesday @ 14:40hrs. So, whoever comes to do me next Wednesday, can use the wheelbarrow to take me up to the dentist. Wheelbarrow? Fool! I meant the wheelchair.
Made a brew. Ejaz hung the clothes up for me, which was a nice gesture on his part. I was still a little confused about things, and I tried to get a grasp of the dentist’s email. Apparently, I need to fill out a 4-page questionnaire before I can attend the appointment and email it to them in time. Ejaz will ring them in the morning with my new telephone number. Then, try to contact the dentist to complete the four-page questionnaire. Never goes right, does it?
Fingers crossed.
Ejaz took the waste bags with him as he left.
I tried to catch up on the blog. I know, Mission: Impossible?

Smidge of guilt: I had to refill the nibble-holders yet again. I thought I did this yesterday? Have I been nibbling at night or during a seizure?
On Ejaz’s next call, he phoned the District Nurses to ask if I should put a pad on the leg or not. He also took a photo. I’ve likely got the most photographed leg in all the flats over the last few days. Hahaha!
Ejaz did a decent job getting the pad on. Being unsure, we agreed to apply Cetraben rather than the barrier cream under the pad. Looking good! Stinging a bit if I catch it on anything, as is to be expected.

Back on the blogging. I was bothered by this happening occasionally. haviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. Do you have any tips on what I’m doing wrong?

Well, I’ll get something to eat sorted.

Ah, Carer Mizra arrived. Looking tired, I’m his last call. A nice lad.

🤎 TTFN 🤎