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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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Pictures with the odd comment are all I could manage. Cheers each, and all the bestest!

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!

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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!