Inchie: Saturday 6th September 2025

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The power of Hope, an emotional force that instils meaning,
Optimism, anticipation, aspiration, and yearning…
While all around us, people are killing and demeaning,
Oligarchs, their reasons for existence are self-prospering,
Power, ruling, financial gain, self-wealth accumulating,
What percentage of their profit are they donating?…
To war victims, innocents, to stop the war’s killing?
The dying, homeless, blind, diseased and starving?
Selling rockets, tanks, ammunition, to powers warring!
There are those out there, I’m always applauding…
Greenpeace, RSPCA, the NHS, all financially-struggling, 
Gangsters so violent, mugging, drug-selling & taking,
Burgling, carjacking, stabbing, and shooting,
Our PM has been pensioners & farmers robbing,
Former barrister? That’s why he’s an Ace at lieing,
His porkie-pies have been amassing,
I’m looking towards his passing…
To Heaven or Hell, I’ll be happy death-knelling

Today was another cock-up ridded, frustrating mess of a day. I am now even further behind with everything than I ever have been. With little sleep last night, I’m not feeling up to my usual blog writing, which I really enjoy. I’ll skip many things, but try to mention the calamities and frustrations.

I Fank You!

Woke up, made some pots, and had some Detox tea; the bruised leg had improved no end. Anne Gyna was kind, but Toothache Tiffany countered that a bit today.

Carer Nimra got the diabetic socks on my feet, gave me the medication, and did the following two calls. Lunch, then at teatime.

A District nurse called to check on my leg. No need for any plasters, she said, but left one just in case it leaked again. I apologised for bothering her.

A MAMMOTH SEIZURE.
I had no idea what I was doing while out of it, but things had changed from their previous state, and I’d taken off my protective underpants. Left the hot water tap running. I found that my fungal lesion was bleeding. What the heck had I been doing?

The Iceland delivery arrived.
The driver was not in a good mood. My EQ told me something was annoying him.
It was a large order.
Managed to get some bleach at last.
Best chips available.

Snapped the end car park after I’d got the delivery stored away.

Got into blogging.

Nimra made a call.

I checked the leg-damaging machine on the balcony. I tried to figure out how to turn the feet thingies inwards, but no luck.

THEN, I COULDN’T BELIEVE THE ABSOLUTELY STUPID THING THAT I’D DONE!
A second duplicate order arrived from Iceland!
I reckon the driver knew about this earlier, and that’s why he was so pissed-off with me.
Positively anti-social this visit!
Depression Darius Dawned, and I just couldn’t think what made me order two for the same day?
Kirchen towels galore, now.
Even more mineral and soda waters!
The fridge filling was a work of art, but I still couldn’t fit everything in!
I was ashamed and angry at myself at the same time.
I rang Jenny and asked her to take some of the duplicated dated items and issue them to whoever wanted them. Iced coffees galore as well. Breads, croissants, etc.
I was feeling really down and lacking confidence now! I took the carrier of food down to Jenny’s apartment. Guess what?
I got out of the lift on the wrong floor! Not that it bothered me so much, but it was the continuation of errors that got to me. I rang Jenny’s bell and handed her the carrier bag, explaining that I had got out of the lift on the wrong level. She smiled and said she did that as well. Hehe! She is a treasure.🤎

I got back to my cell… I mean, flat, to find that this time I’d left the cold water tap running!

What next, I thought; I’ll tell you…
I was back on the computer, having accomplished so little, and all the time was lost due to my own incredulity. Scepticism and doubt about my errors, along with worry over my future.
I can’t go on like this. I’m praying someone from Social Services calls or reads this blog. I need help.

Carer Nimra made her last call. I told her of my rotten day. That did nothing solution-wise, of course.

SHIT!
The long standing prob;;em of shortage o memoru came up again Nagkrangles!

Computer gone so slow,
Telling me various things will no longer be able to be saved or stored?

I may be on my last blog, so I’ll try to save it and send it.
Otherwise, it’s all a waste of time; no one will know. Cheers