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Do I require a verbal fumigant?
Some control over the money I’ve spent?
Why do I think Starmer is graveolent?
Why in 1963 did I start going glabrescent?
Get so angry, almost incandescent…
With oligarchs, politicians, well, Starmer, I meant,
I know the end of the world is impendent,
Feel I’m in confinement, immurement?
Once I was an individualist, a free-thinker,
As a child, I was a little tinker…
Things changed as I grew older…
Catheter due to my poor bladder,
Bladder infection, turned out to be Cancer,
Now I’ve almost constant diarrhorea,
People tell me I’m a bit of a stinker,
Now I’m a sceptic, like Agrippa,
Physical and mental problems,
My last tumble, that was in September…
Fractured bones in my knee, wrist and finger!
In the hospital, for three weeks I did linger,
In which I had many a seizure, saw a neurologist,
X-rays, cardiac, geriatrics, orthopaedics, bed baths,
Appointment made to see a neuropsychiatrist,
Waiting for an appointment for the laparoscopist,
The hospital was all busy, busy, very little rest…
Under pressure, the medics did their best,
Warden Deana came to see me. She is the loveliest,
She arranged a lift & from the orthopaedic surgery,
Nurse, due for checking on my leg’s Lymphorrhea Leslie,
But Leslie is coming back on the left leg, so, itchingly!
Something is better, though – my eczema and acne!
But a returning ailment is Toothache-Tiffany!
It doesn’t bode well, you may agree…
Adding the mental confusion and argie-bargie…
It looks like it’ll have to be a care home for Inchie,
I speak predictively, presciently, and anticipatorily,
This is going to happen, it’s not quixotry,
I’ll take my loathing & hatred for Starmer with me!
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Mud Gorning!
Again this morning, I woke up in a much better frame of mind and with fewer active ailments. I’m assuming the course of the  Penicillin tablets, which ended last night, had a hand in things. Still feeling tired, but that is nothing unusual over the previous week. I had to force myself to get up until 06:35hrs. After waking up at various times and thinking, at 04:30, I thought, well. If I get up now, I can get the abltions sorted. Zzzz!
04:40; I really ought to get up and make use of the Porcelain Throne… Zzzz!
05:05hrs: I could well have an unplanned rear-end evacuation if I don’t get up. Zzzz!
05:20hrs: Panic Flap, nearly had myself over twice, and clouted Shaking Shoulder Shirley on the edge of the wet room door, and scrambled my dressing gown of ASAP… I made it, but with nothing to spare time-wise, of course, it was a Trotsky Terence affair again. I distinctly recall thinking, ‘Well, at least that got me to get up at last.’ 
0532hrs: I returned to the front room and sat in the £300 second-hand shop-bought c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner, to take of the Night Catheter pouch.
Zzzz!
05:55hrs. I stirred amb verbally lambasted myself. I really must get up, I’ve got an order coming from 06:30hrs. Zzzz!
06:25, Woke and begrudgingly forced myself back up.
I don’t know how I managed it, but missing the food delivery possibly played a part; it was due between 06:30 and 07:00hrs. 
No sooner had I got the night bag of than I felt the dripping out movement from the rear end!
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To make things all the more painful, yet again rushing hobblingly through the wet room door, I clouted .
Things took a nasty turn, messy-wise. As I had a hold of the pants to rip them off, let rip with a wet, gooey torrent of innards contents.
At that moment, I thought I heard the intercom sound. Panic, I do not want to miss the delivery, and it might have been the nurse from the DVT Warfarin Clinic who came to take my blood, but how do I get to the panel in the hallway in time, in the state I was in? 
Thankfully, when I opened the door and looked across to the unlit hallway, I could not see a light on the panel. So at least I kept the treading of phoo within the wet room, but was still worried in case anyone came while I was in the motion of cleaning myself, the floor, the porcelain and searching for hidden bloblets anywhere in the wet room, up.
I think I used three rolls of kitchen towels and the same number of rolls of toilet paper. And it’s not seven o’clock yet!
I got a good wash, but I dare not turn the convector wall heater on because it’s rather noisy. It would reduce my chances of hearing if, as often happens, people knock on the door and do not use the buzzer thingamajig.
I don’t need to tell you how ashamed I felt.
After cleaning up, I checked the mobile for any messages and got the computer to do the same with the Emails that may have come in while I was cleaning myself and the wet room.
I found an Email from J Sainsbury. Three items were not available, but I didn’t mind that. But they had sent an expensive, ready-to-cook potato meal with a one-day shelf life. I must remember to send it back.

I started on the blog update for yesterday. And had to rush back to the Porcelain Throne! Got there in time more easily this visit. A good job too; the motion was a sort of Whoosh! and all over, splattering the porcelain and my bottom and legs.
Went to wash myself and found I’d left the hot tap on, so it was running cold!
WHAT the Heck NEXT?
Well, I’ll tell yous…
Carer Ejaz arrived, and he couldn’t seem to grasp my tale of woe I was giving me. But I imagine I was a bit uptight about the situations suffered, so I may have been talking too fast.
Before he could do anything medically, the ‘Oh, Susana’ tune came from the intercom. It was the Sainsbury delivery. Ejaz carried the stuff into the kitchenette, loose and put it on the floor. I mentioned I would have difficulty bending down to pick them up, so I leave all the carrier bags near the door to put them into the delivery boxes. No hint of criticism in my voice, after all, the lad was trying to help me.
I remembered the potato meal and asked him to return it to the driver for me. Which he did, bless his cotton socks. So, I had loose food in the kitchen, hallway and front room to sort out when Ejaz left, and he had’t had a chance to do the medicines or medicating, and running out of time. Which I fully understood. He checked that the DC returns matched. Issued the medications, and had a look at my Google Email problem, the tabs had disappeared of the screen. He had to shoot off to get the bus to his next call, and I thanked him most muchly. 

I had a go at getting the tabs back on Email, but gave up when I remembered the food in the hallway & kitchen needed sorting. I got them away somehow. Anywhere there was room, it was a right mess, just like the kitchen and front room are now. I usually take snaps of them, but after the earlier Whoopsiedangleplops and Accifauxpas, I was very attentive & concentration was impossible to glean, adopt or use.
I got back on the computer to put the earlier photos I’d taken on CorelDraw to ready them for use.

While checking the SD card, I saw photos of food, assumed they were old, and deleted them. ARGH!

Then, I touched up the few I loaded on CorelDraw, and then went to get two of the small pork pies with pickle to nibble. Ejax was back on his second call now and spotted some short dates on other products in the fridge. He took a waste bag, which was pretty full, with him when he left to the refuge chute for me.
While I was in there, I took a selection of some of the food delivered to post on the blog. Here it is.
I got some potatoes and garden peas in the slow-cooker. I added some vegetable seasoning and a dollop of light Soy sauce. Then, I made up a bottle with spring water, grapefruit cordial, and soda water. Not too strong, but with the soda water added, it tasted a little tart and tangy.

Back to the computer, and got the above photo on. I also realised I’d made yet more .
I’d missed off the three snaps I took earlier of the morning views on offer.
All of these were taken from the balcony, through the glass. This one straight ahead.
To the right, the treetops of my greatly missed visiting tree copse in the bottom field.
Down to the right, the Citrus Grove end car park. Note the little red car on the chevrons?
Looks like the parks department is getting ready to do some work.

The day has almost gone; it’s nearing the Carer’s teatime visit —any minute now.

I’ve just been to check on the potatoes and peas. Tried a few of each – what a gorgeous flavour!

Added some of my favourites
to the biscuit barrel.

Time to get some food sorted now.
A cheap meal, like this, would have been when I first moved into a flat from home. I estimate what the costs might have been; Peas 1/- at most. Cornish Pasties 1/- each. Potatoes 2p. Gravy 2p. Totalling in old money, 2/4p. That’s less than 12½p in today’s dosh. It cost me over £5 today! What percentage increase would this be? (Arithmaphobia)
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ARRIVEDERCI MON AMI’s