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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Have a Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious  Day
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