Birthday Boy Inchie: 28th August 2025

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I believe the Labour Party were blindsided,
Being out of power for so long, they became beclouded…
When Fibber Starmer was elected their leader,
They won, mainly because of the Tories’ failure,
Now the position of Prime Minister…
Has been bedarkened, cheapened and lessened,
By Starmer, the liar, the Tory, the Pensioner robber,
Each voter is becoming a revenge seeker,
Giving out sound bites about his plans from the ether,
He’s fibbed, turncoated, and been well back-handed,
In such a short time, the UK, Keir’s buggered,
He reckons he’s done no wrong as Prime Minister,
Reeves courted WASPI women, pretending to be a supporter,
After 14 ruinous years of austerity ruination… Keir, imposing more austerity and cutbacks, with the confidence of a madman,
Starmer’s dodgy donors bought him footy tickets & freebies,
Pretty dresses for his wife, Keir accepting free spectacles,
Lobbing cash at his cabinet of Labour-right ghouls,
Churn out legislation that’s favourable to his dodgy donors’,
It’s a quid pro quo, and he got caught red-handed,
No prosecution, his lying was not disrupted…
His bravado was not disrupted or interrupted,
Labour got in by default, as the Tories imploded,
Jeremy Corbyn now as a frothing Nazi shithead,
Doom-mongering, at the start of a five-year Labour mega-majority, was yet another whopping blunder,
He dented confidence; said things would get worser,
Was he a deceiver, hoodwinker? He was a Barrister!
A kind description would be a moral short-changer,
Or a deluder, deceiver, a fraud, cheater,
Letting right-wing Streeting run the NHS is a disaster,
Starmer’s seen both the Labour government’s, as his own personal approval ratings collapse through the floor, into the sewer,
He insists all he’s done is right, not wrong. What a plonker!
Keir is smug, complacent, and incapable of self-reflection,
Somehow, he avoids being assassinated, even prosecution?
So, why not lock away this illywacker?
In an asylum, to guarantee his own safekeeping?
There’s no Pensioners indoors for robbing…
Family farmers or parents for bankrupting,
It would, of course, be ideal for suiciding,
Taking that route, he’ll not be deciding…,
Give him a twice-daily cold shower,
In between, a daily testicle-tasering?
Hehehe! I bet that got you smiling?
A guillotine, hanging? But, maybe poisoning…
But killing anyone, I’m not recommending…
I’m just living in hope, suppositioning,
Finally, my last words on Keir in this Odeing…
I find him dishonest, smug, Tory-like & disconcerting…
Thinking of him while I’m Odeing is excruciating!
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04:00hrs: I stirred from my broken piecemeal slumber. The second I moved, Cartilage Chloe had my number, first pain, then it went numb, repeating this action until 4 hours later, when I finally got my pain killers, Codeine from Carer Ejaz. That saw off Catrtilage Chloe’s pain problem. Shame it didn’t stop her from threatening throughout the day and then collapsing. She had wobbled a few times, but I stayed on my feet despite her birthday ruining efforts. 

Once I dismounted from the bed, I started a few hours of unexpected industriousness. I whipped off the nocturnal catheter bag, leaving it on the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966 moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, dirty, blood-stains-covered, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from early evening nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, Harold Haemorrhoid annoying, not working recliner. For The Carer to colour-grade for me. 
There was no stopping me then… I was up for it, with occasions, for no reason made the odd, but short, early morning visit!
I put the kettle on to make my morning mug of Detox tea, and wobbled off to the wet room, nearly falling over my own walking stick as I entered the room. Without the usual self-lambasting and calling myself names. I believe I did not swear either. Yes! The evacuated product was a deep red, slushy substance. I think it may have been through me eating some vegetable pickle and a lot of beetroot yesterday.

I think I did well with the shaving and the scrubbing up this morning. Fair enough, there were three shaving cuts, but they were no bother. The Brut aftershave soon stemmed the bleeding. Obviously, the usual gums and teeth bled, but this new toothpaste does seem to be less painful to use overall. Olive oiled the earholes, eyedrops put in the eyes… well, some of it, about 50% of it ran down my cheek and into my mouth, to join the blood and Duraphat in there. Haha!
The lower regions’ medicalisationings was, as usual, painful. The removal of the barrier cream from last night, from my man breasts and hanging belly blob, was of little or no bother. However, I have now been instructed to use baby wipes to clean the area around the previous medications, as well as the before applying the barrier cream, and/or when trying to apply the hydrochloride cream to Little Inchies’ fungal lesion. 
So, you can see why I have to get up so early every day, with all the tasks that need to be done daily.
Worra-Life!

All done, struggled a tad with getting the PPs (protection pants) on. Dressing gown on, and I went back to the front room. Taking this shot from the balcony of the end car park. The dog walker’s two dogs couldn’t resist having a pee on the wheels of the little red car parked on the chevrons. (Police dogs? Haha!)

I then sorted the bags into a large one and drank the Detox tea, sipping it as instructed.
Then I was summoned back to the Porcelain Throne again. Just the same, watery and deep red. When it started to flow, I could hear it hitting the water below, even without my hearing aids. It honestly flowed for at least two minutes before turning into a dribble, followed by a slow, megafart. I laughed out loud!

I washed my hands and went to the kitchenette to get the kettle on for the first ‘proper’ brew of Typhoo Extra Strong tea, and nice it was, too.
 Then I took these two shots, through the glass, one to the left and the other to the right. Rain!

Carer Nimra did the next call. Then, at long last, I got started on catching up on the blog. Hahaha! And I have to say that never happened!

FED-UP? ME? YES!
CorelDraw, Memory problems, and I’ve just found out that the instruction/maintenance booklet for the wheelchair is for another model with self-propelling large wheels. 
FED-UP? ME? YES!

It’s already 15:00 hrs on Friday. I’ll have to skip the rest of the blog; I’ll add the photos if the computer allows me. Here goes…

Late night
The urban night

I think this may be the end.

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TTFNski, Each
I HOPE