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I used to know what I needed, wanted to do,
Be it involving a romantic rendezvous…
Or to throw a party, dance or a chanoyu,
Buy a Fiat, Skoda, Ford or a Subaru…
I’ve owned each of these in the past, too…
Oh, and of course my 4-wheel drive Diahatsu,
What to cook for my meal, not cordon bleu,
Roast or baked potatoes, or a beef & veg stew?
Or battered Haddock & fishcakes would do,
Buy it on the web, high street or at a vendue?
If it were never-never land, Utopia, or Xanadu,
A cat, a dog, a hamster, a hawk or a sucuruju?
Nowadays, the only thing guaranteed is a snafu!
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10:10hrs Sunday: Forgive the smiling photo of Inchy welcoming you to the blog… I’m so happy at this moment, despite it being Sunday morning and a late start to this catching-up blog. I feel blessed. My best friend is back. 
The best gift I rarely have nowadays is here with me. No logical reasoning why; Nothing has changed from yesterday’s gloominess in any way. But I woke up with Horis, and he’s still with me. I just love the ‘Sod-’em-all’ attitude Horis brings me. I can’t get into this mode myself, but surely Horis is myself in a warped way, 
must have assisted me to get in this blissful, albeit liable to dissipate as unexpectedly as he arrived.
But why can’t I bring it on when needed?
I’ve no control of it at all… well, maybe I could learn some Wicker-Tricks. I’m so far behind with the blog, it hurts. Got the new medical procedures to be monitored by a Carer. The bloody shaving, shower, and medications cost me over two hours. Teeth & gums bleeding. New growths on the leg. I’m baffled as to why I feel like this, yet bloody glad I do! I’m writing this now because I might forget to add it later.
The computer went down. I’ll add this to Sunday’s blog if I ever get it started. Got to finish this one before it freezes on me again. Using snaps to save time, sorry for the lack of or poor details.
Farewell sweet 
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Health Checks were monitored by Carer Nimra.
BP High again!
Dry crinkly skin
Iceland
Food!
Amazing evening sky
Amazing evening meal!
At last, I cooked some cheesy baked potatoes that came out just as I like them. Gorgeous!
Have to stop here, keyboard problems now.
Spent three hours trying to get the computer to work, but I wasn’t typing well. The mouse was super sticky, so I changed batteries in both the mouse and keyboard. All closed and off, left it for an hour. Retried while Carer Miarza was visiting. Working in a fashion. At least temporarily. Don’t be surprised if this is the end of Inchie. Can’t cope.
TTFN.
You need to catch up on your clock calendar. You’ve owned a few cars in your day. Beautiful sunset.
Cheers, Tim. Not changing the clock is getting more regular nowadays. Tsk!
I was always swapping cars, I think I got addicted. Hehe!
Keep well and safe!
I’ve had a lot of different cars because I wore them out. So much driving out here.
I can understand that, Tim. Mine just broke down as bits fell off. Haha!
Nice ode and great pictures, Gerry. The evening sky is beautiful!
Thanks, Tim. 👍🏼🌺
My pleasure, Gerry. 😊
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May high-mode horis arrive when least expected. That background image of the sky would fit horis well, methinks!
He’s an odd character is Horis, Billum. But so welcome anytime, I wish he would stay longer though, not that I’m nit-picking of course, I don’t want to upset him.
“He does an amazing job in lifting me and helping me cope”. There how do I explain that to the neurologist? Did that sound okay to you Billumski?
Wonderful ode, the flow, rhyme everything. Great ending word too. I often reflect that my mother, who was not a natural cook, did cordon blerk.
Glad you liked it, Paul.
Cordon blerk, Hahaha!.
She was 50/50, some good some not so good, no one taught her so that was the issue. I’m sure she tried to kill us a few times.
Hahaha! I hope unintentionally, Paul.
MY Day loved tripe and cowheel. Did she ever feed you those? If so, well… Har-har!
She did like those as did dad, I wasn’t a fan -ox tongue, sheep brains – just offal (my little joke)
Awful offal, as Mam used to say. I recall waiting in Sanderson’s provision shop on Arkwright Street on a Saturday morning for hours to get tripe & onion, trotters and the reason for the lone wait, a ham bone that they were slicing and serving ham from. I dare not go home without one. I was on my way there when I got thrown off the canal bridge as an ankle-snapper. Your reply spurred the memories, mate. Another memory cropped up, Paul. When I was working at Tesco on Radford Road, a lady returned a can of Kity-E-Kat. Complaing that it melted to nothing when she added it to her pan of stew! Honestly!
TTFN, waffled again.
What’s new Pussycat – came to mind, there’s no lack of stupidity out there. We had an elderly woman in our farming community and when she went buy bread one day, it was the first batch of multigrain, she went off and came back later complaining the bread must be off because it had bits in it 🤣
Haha, another memory prompted, great! Cheers.
O dear, what have I done hehe
Hahaha!