Inchie: Thursday 4th September 2025

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Dad thought Mother a bit of a load,
Cause I was confused between load and lode,
As I was with mowed and mode…
Also, concerning cold, code and chode,
Bathrobe, overload, overroad, and outmode,
Forward, forbade and forebode,
Clawed, clewed, conclude and concrewed,
Dad was more concerned with what we owed,
I never showered, nor was I empowered,
Mother didn’t smile, but she glowered…
Debt collectors; now those she feared,
Arguing, fighting is all I heard,
Then be warned not to say a word!
The violence, in my brain, was intaglioed,
Fear of their hatred was installed,
Life seemed to be ornimentalled,
Dad paid the bills, Mother would be bailed,
It’s no wonder I grew up befuddled,
Years later, I got Dementia installed,
Not surprisingly, I was mentally bepommelled,
As a lad, I was socially bethralled…
In adulthood, I’ve been shot, mugged & burgled,
Sacked, made bankrupt, and vitriolised,
Now, in old age, I finally realised…
My usage of language is unsyllabled,
Looking back at the choices made, I’m appalled
My Whoopsiedangling was unparalleled,
Chopping my own confidence, it was felled,
My cerebrum and I are unreconciled,
If we ever were a unit, thoroughly combined,
Now the seizures, these I don’t mind,
But the aftereffects can drive me wild,
They recovering can leave me unbeguiled,
Physically at the mildest, unbalanced,
Mentally, thoughts are hampered & impeded,
The filling catheter pouch may not be noted.
The flow-back pains can be noticed,
But bending too early to get it emptied,
It’s dangerous, & shouldn’t be preempted
You realise you shouldn’t have absquatulated,
Until back in control and reacclimated,
After recovering from a mini-seizured,
Can any more ailments be accommodated?
November; I’m due for an operation, to be trephined,
At least the procedure to be assessed & defined,
High-Mood Horis is currently in my mind…
I hope Depression Daruis leaves him unthwarted,
There’s one other thought that should be reported…
I’m hoping Starmer gets hung, drawn & quartered!
Can a thought like that ever be bettered?
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05:30hrs: I’d been lying here in bed for a few minutes trying to get back to sleep again. I pondered for a second or two on what or why I had shot awake with such violent vigour. Had I stayed there, it would have become apparent, but unfortunately, I almost hopped off of the bed, removed the nocturnal night pouch from the day bag, and rose on my feet and legs… I shouldn’t have done that, and should also have known what was about to happen. But I didn’t then; it all became apparent the moment I lost my balance and crumpled to the floor. Hitting my head on the way down was of little hindrance.

My self-lamabsting was. How I didn’t recognise that I was in a seizure when I burst back into grim wakefulness is beyond me. Then, to add idiocy to the dumbness, I even stood up so quickly. 
What a nitwit, doofus & idiot I am! 
So, being as I’d landed with my back against the back of 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, and was not injured or in pain, I stayed down there for a few minutes until the brain rebooted on its own accord.

The best bit about this tumble was where I had it. Perfect place to use the recliner and bed in combination, to get myself upright again. And although a painful exercise, I was soon feeling a lot better, lost some of my inner temper, and greeted the welcome, but unexpected arrival of ! Who was more than a blessing in disguise. He helped me not worry about the Porcelain Throne pain. There was plenty of that in this morning’s lengthy battle to force things into action from the rear-end. Each of the four depth-charge-shaped clumps that evacuated took it in turn to escape.

I washed, then made a brew of Detox tea, which I left to steep for 20 minutes, before going to change the clock calendar dates. But didn’t. I opened CorelDraw, and the oddest things seemed to be happening. 
When I loaded last night’s photographs and attempted to save them, I received odd messages indicating that the system cannot save this file due to a link with a Swiss font being attached. I couldn’t understand the details that followed, but I chose option two, and they saved. After saving a bout eight, the message stopped coming up each time I saved. Then, on about the 14th, it came back on again. This time, I foolishly chose the left one. The warning came up, and I had to select the following ten final photographs. Later on, it saved without a screen for me to select saving options from. I hope this will not change the blog when it’s been published.

Now I am panicking a little. I’d forgot about the Detox tea with the CorelDraw problems. So into the kitchen to have it cold, and…
Muggins here had left the hot tap running. Another day without hot water, a shower, a shave… Grrr!

Then, of back to the wet room for Porcelain Throne visit number two. Another marathon job, but without the assistance of , proved to be more challenging work and seemed a lot more painful. The evacuating torpedo, a beast of a thing, clunked the porcelain loudly when it finally escaped the clutches of Constipation Conrad. So hard & noisily, I feared it might have cracked the basin!

Handsome, male-model-like Carer Ejaz arrived. Did a good job changing the catheter bag, issuing medications, and applying cream to the legs and feet. Graded the nighttime catheter pouches wee-wee as a 4½ on the NHS Richter scale. Ejaz checked the use-by dates in the refrigerator for me. None is out of date. A good lad.

I should have put this photo on the right in yesterday’s blog. I think that I didn’t. It is of a J Sainsbury pack of Triple Cook Chips, Taste the Difference 400g £3.25. It looks like a Special Offer of some free diseased chips has been added to the tray again.
The label says there is a Taste Difference within?
Well, you can’t argue with that, can you? Hehe!

My mind was wandering a little, but, of course, that’s perfectly normal for me.
I belatedly changed the clock-calendar thingies. Oh, and made another mug of Detox tea.

Started to update the Wednesday blog. But…
CORALDRAW FROZE.
I was drawn into a place distant, certainly nowhere near me now. But Darius was persistent and got a smidge deeper every time I made a mistake, or one of the Oh, so many computer problems occurred! I turned off CorelDraw, gave it a few minutes, and then rebooted. That was the plan. At this stage, Carer Nimra arrived. She tried ringing the Audio Centre for me, but couldn’t get through, just an AI recording. She called her ICC boss, and they agreed to make an appointment for me and let me know when it is. Then another mammoth asked to ring Easy Link to see if they could give me a lift on the day.

It went all dark… the rain poured and the thunder thundered. No lighting as far as I know.
I took three shots from the kitchen window.
To the right.
To the left.
Straight ahead. Seemed to change colour?

Then a shot of the end of the car park.
Did you notice something different?
Two cars were parked on the lines, and the red car had to park in a parking bay.
They’ll be annoyed!

Carer Nimra took the waste bag with her for me.

Meals Delivered.
The full selection.
Below is a closer view of each.
I tried an all-day breakfast this time.
Veg Korma, Cumberland Pie.
Vegetable Lenyil and Steak hotpots.
I just wish they were larger portions. Hehe!

Meal of the Day
Baked potatoes with no-butter butter & a pinch of salt. Five different types of tomato. Fish sticks, and a red spring onion sliced up.

As I did the washing up, I took this late view from the kitchen window.
A pareidolia’s delight with these clouds.

🤎 Best Wishes Sent to All 🤎