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Could I escape the human jungle we call society?
To question, get guidance maybe from the Shakti,
But where can I find this sanguinity? Possibly…
An ecosystem, twixt Tanzania & Kenya, the Serengeti,
See the migration of two million wildebeest & calmly…
See how they survive, live, free of Satanophany,
For humankind, has and is living salaciously,
See politicians, dictators, oligarchy, ruling irrevocably,
Uncooperatively, obstinately & recalcitrantly,
All are famous nowadays for being greedy,
Acquisitive, avaricious, grasping & parsimonious,
The art of deceptive speech or writing, sophistry,
Shared by leaders all over, and in my country,
We could learn from the wildebeest, & the honey-bee?
I’m talking of all of us, including Inchie!
I’m due for a trephination and sigmoidoscopy…
What future we’ve got left will not show serendipity,
The end will come from what might be called stupidity…
Via pitilessness, brutality, sociopathy, cruelty…

Which brings me back to Starmer, sadly,
He got into power, both lying, & cheatingly…
By deceit, dishonesty, and extraordinary duplicity,
His skill lies in his speeches full of scintillae,
2024: OAPs have nothing to fear from me, said Starmer.
The First thing he did when he got into power,
He cut off pensioners’ fuel allowance, now an alienator,
He’s a back-hander taking, cash & gifts abuser,
His reading is bad, for a crooked ex-barrister,
Sausage & Hostage, lies, and
Made Conservative, Nigel Biggar, into Baron Biggar,
Made Conservative Mark Harper, into Baron Harper,
He’s the biggest ever Labour Values neglecter,
He’s a compassion-free policy rejigger,
Oaths, commitments & promises rearranger,
A morals reshuffler, as MPs go, he’s a ringer,
A moral, honesty, & compassion ravager!,
Self-wealth, freebies, he does nurture,
Which is why the UK has no future…
I hope he visits Nottinghamshire,
Although it’s never ever been in my nature,
I’ve been rather a sort of peacemaker…
But he’s turned me into a PM hater,
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I’ve been a smidge busy again today, but I did have visits from , by the end of the day,  totalling a pleasing ratio of attention versus nasty, naughty .
Better than for a long time. It may be a record?
There is a reason for this, I’m certain. A visit from the lovely, chunky, appealing, sociable, friendly nurse who called on me this morning. She listened, she told me her worries, we laughed… I’ll relate this a little later; I’m determined to get the tales in chronological order, for once. I’m missing the uninteresting bits to save time. It’s already close to midnight. 
Of course, how many times have I said this and waffled on? Yes, we’ll see.

It was an odd night; the toothache was a bit of a bother, and the shooting pain was rife. But getting back to sleep was no problem. I think I amassed nearly seven hours in the land of nod. But I needed it after yesterday’s busy, panicky, frustrating, embarrassing and painful day.
It was about 07:15hrs when I burst back into life. This is worth sharing just for the humour it might bring, making us all smile too. Are you ready? I don’t think you’ll believe it, but it is true. Then I’ll start Hehehe!
Within the first minute of coming back to consciousness, (Might be out of synce but they all happened) First thing that hit me was the pain in the fractured knee, which I examined straight away, but no signs of any new bruises, as I was told to check daily if there were any new pains from the knee. 
As I got upright from bending down, Dizzy Dennis had a go at me, and I sat back on the bed, just to be careful, and accidentally clouted myself on my cheek with , and caught the teeth and gums at the same time, gifting 
the opportunity to join in the painful early morning pain-giving attacks! 
As I got up to get some pain killers, I unfortunately and swore a little. Then, I had to respond to the calling to the Porcelain Throne. Samned hard work to get it out!

Carer Ejaz arrived and issued the medications. These included one of the Amoxacillin tablets. He gave me some Peptac and Phorpain gelled Cartilage Chloe and Arthur Itis’s knees.

I made a start on yesterday’s blog at long last. But not for long, and another summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived and had to be responded to. Even more painful and a lot longer evacuation this time. A bit of bleeding was coming from

I put some of the cream onto Little inchy, but had no desire to rub it in. I had enough pain with the other ailments, and decided not to use the after-barrier cream.

The Asda order arrived, and I got the stuff into used Iceland carrier bags and into the kitchen to sort it out.

I’m not sure why I bought even more jars of Kung Po sauce… yes, I do now, it was on a special Offer. 

These cookies were on Special Price, as well.
I should have remembered that the Minis, although tasty, were harder than the others, and I might struggle to eat them without getting a toothache. Fool!
I put some in a nibble jar, and the bacon-flavour crispy thingamajigs in another jar. They should be painlessly edible

Returned with even more gusto, and good cause. Why? A District Nurse arrived. I initially thought it was to change and replace the Catheter contraption. The pain I experienced when they replaced the tube in Little Inchy was bad enough, but with all the other ailments I had, I almost feared it. 
But the careful, kind, up-for-a-natter-and-laugh nurse said that should be done next week. Today, her objective was to replace the dressings on my leaking, lymphatic right leg. That was a relief, Haha!
We chatted after she got me on the bed (No, no! Shame though). I mentioned the trip to the dentist, and she related her last dental experience—she was off work for three weeks in sheer agony. I asked her to take some nibbles for the nurses. By the time she had been gone for about four minutes,
There was nothing to do about it, I’d fallen in love again, which, of course, in my state of health, mental and physical and my age, is inappropriate; it wouldn’t, couldn’t work, but the thought that it just might, is still being retained in my alien occupied brain, as a part of my maintaining a hope, clinging to a fantasy, pretending and ideating. I’m waffling again! Sorry. But when you can’t stop falling in love, and are an unwell old antique, what else is there that one can do? Hahaha!
That hour she was with me was so precious. As indeed is this photo on the left, that Carer Ejaz took for me, of the new double-layer wrap that she put on for me with great care and attention. I think she said the top layer was a type called Farrowrap. The bottom one is a roll-on one.

The end of the car park, with the regular little red car on the no-parking lines, and two other vehicles were demonstrating their parking skills for us to admire.

Ejaz took the gigantic empty box, which had the wheelchair delivered in it, from the balcony for me last week. I would have liked to have sent it to Tim Price, for his cats to utilise. It was massive, though, too big maybe.

As I returned, I stopped by the blog, sorted out the washing I struggled to get done yesterday, and rearranged it to separate the dressing gowns and the kagoules (nightdresses). I managed to break three coat hangers, stubbed my toe again, and put them back in the order I found them. That proved pointless!

 Prepared the Meal.
Made a cock-up, (I needn’t have mentioned that, I make them that often) and burnt the meal, which made the food harder, defeating my plans for having softer food to counter the effects of dear 
another error!
However, hunger was rampant, and I struggled to eat it all slowly and painfully. Wish I hadn’t now.

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TTFNski, Each
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