26 | October | 2025 | Inchie Today

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I envisage getting in trouble if I meet St. Peter,
Will he be rigid, stern, or a compromiser?
Understanding, compassionate, or a despiser?
Grim Reaper says he’s an educator,
What’s the point in my getting any wiser?
Is St. Peter a prison guard, or a confession-taker?
Immigrant assessor, or a boarder protector?
Is he real, human, an alien or made of ether?
I see gates & railings surrounded by arboriculture,
If I get in, will there be a cyberculture?
Will there be an Oligarch or an arbitrageur?
Or politicians, murderers? I’m not sure,
Will I be classed as a voyager or voyeur?
I imagine it will be a different culture…
Heaven, spirits walking around in a djellaba,
Hell? What can they wear? Asbestos, due to fire?
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Will there be Angels, Wraiths awaiting?
How deep will the interviewing be?
They may engage in serious, in-depth questioning,
Will there be divination by alectryomancy?
Can I still get my Warfarin and Amoxycillin?
Will I need them? No, I’m being silly…
Will there be signs? This way, no smoking?
Will Hell have a fire escape, to flee…
Can Hell catch fire? Just asking!
Will lost relatives be waiting for me?
Stalin or Hitler? That’d be foreboding!
Will Hell be full of virulency & acrimony?,
This shouldn’t bother me if I’m not breathing.
Would Heaven be full of veracity & honesty?
Will they allow Be-Bopping and burping?
Hell, filled with Politicians & the Oligarchy?
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In Heaven, could anyone contract an infection?
Maybe withcraft, or ecumenicalism?
Could one be happy? Find eudaimonism?
Avoid floccinaucinihilipilificationism?
Life has left me thoroughly forfoughten,
Mainly due to my bad luck & depression…
Will I ever get my trephination operation?
I never did have any guts or gumption,
Will Heaven give me any redemption?
Will I still suffer from constipation?
That was another daft suggestion!
At St Peter’s Gate, we’ll be dead, no question!
Will we get our hearing back for the interrogation?
Will it matter where we lived? Which Nation?
I think being honest is best, an obligation…
Even over my failures and cohabitation,
I made far too many wrong decisions,
Did things without the needed permissions!
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Many of my decisions were wildly extensible,
Options, choices taken, were empirical,
I think getting through the gates is epochal,
It matters not if my brain is extracorporeal,
Mayhap Heaven & Hell are Ethereal?
Undoubtedly, it involves the extradimensional,
At times, I thought it was all science fictional,
Elusive, not there, a fantasy, an eschewal,
Contrived my humans, who were fissilingual,
Who claimed knowledge, to be fatidical,
I thought it was all a load of falderal,
But now the gates wait for my arrival!
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Historical or mythical – causational excuses?
Consisting of a dream, unreal fantasies…
See the number of flat-earth believers?
But blind faith can often be bounteous,
I, uneducated, show a certain skepticalness,
When High-Horis visits, I’m at my slaphappiest,
Horis is now on one of his longest-ever visits!
Writing this Ode’s been my easiest…
It flowed, cause I’m at my contentedist…
In a Sod-Them-All mode, & feeling blessed,
But will St.Peter understand my gist?
I feel drunk, but I’m a teetotalist,
But there’s no telling how long I’ll be unstressed,
Free, unreserved, or unrepressed…
This Ode may not be one of my best…
I just needed to get things off of my chest!
Before I get to St Peer, where I hope to be blessed.
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0615hrs: I stirred, and as I was taking off the nocturnal catheter bag, I showed a lack of concern. No worrying, and no fretting about the things that lie ahead, no plans or thoughts in my bonce. Then realised I was having a visit from ! A real ‘Sod-Em-All’ moment. I rose, did the balance exercises —no wah, shave, teeth, or anything.
It didn’t even bother me when I discovered away, and felt the need for the . I limped contentedly to the wet room and got seated on the throne. A good ten minutes later, the painful, concentrated Constipation-Conrad-controlled evacuation was over.
Then the cleanup and medication were done. No wash, just the hands.

Carer Ejaz arrived and noticed that the top of the catheter on the right leg looked much better. I found out later that I used the wrong photo, but it was too late to change it. Tsk! Ejaz then did a body check. Phorpain-gelled the left Cartilage, Chloe, and the fractured knee.
Gave me medications, Codeine 30g, Atorvastatin, Lameprozole, Ramipril, Furosemide and Beta-Blockers, and made an Anti-Constipation drink for me. Then barrier creamed the Acne & Eczema spots on my back, underarm and under man-breasts. He then formed new spots on the top of my leg. Then, Ejaz helped me with the Health Checks. As you can see above, they are still a smidhe too high, and it has been 13 days now. Must phone on Monday, might ring 111, cause we can never get through to the Doctors. He’s a good lad.

The Iceland delivery arrived after Ejaz departed.
The driver noticed my Dememtiua badge on my dressing gown, and was as short & curt as he usually is. Which was nice, though it didn’t bother me much. Horis was still with me. I took some snaps of the fodder. Tomatoes, Teiyaki crisps, nibbles for the nurses, drinkies put in the fridge for them. Cumberland mini sausage, pork pies, chicken thighs and cheapo imitation smoked ham. Some baking potatoes, doing one of them tonight, I think.
I got the iced coffees in the fridge safely. I had to mop up a fair bit of water from the refrigerator. Mmm?

Got on the computer, as Horis Sensation started to wear off a little. And I prepared for the arrival of . He never fails to appear after Horis fades; he’s like clockwork —the git!

Depression arriving, I nipped out on the balcony to take some shots.
This one caught the shadow of my block of flats. Of course, they are not really my flats, I just live in them… well, I say live… Then one of the sky to the front of the apartments. Then I deleted hundreds of emails to free up space on the computer.

I was working on the blog when returned. I was overjoyed! It seemed I abandoned my inhibitions when doing this Ode, and so easily the words flowed. Of course, I wasn’t checking them, not when in a ‘Sod-Em-All’ mode.

As I got yesterday’s blog updated and sent off, and this above Ode finished… faded, and Depression Darius returned. They kept changing nearly all day, from the lowest to the highest and back again.
This wrangled me a bit. At least Horis was there for the Odeing session.

Winwood Courts end car park at the end of Citrys Way. Note the lack of the small red car on the chevrons?
The same direction, but higher up, catching some of the balconies of the flats in the picture. It came out a little lighter than it was.

I treated myself to a packet of Sticky Teriyaki Walker’s crisps. I’ve taken to these, after Ejaz said how nice they tasted.

Ejaz did the last but one call of the day. He noted I had some potatoes to bake and asked me to add them to my next order. Salt, plain yoghourt, Tandorri Masala, Chilli powder, white vinegar, coriander, and orange food colouring. So, I did! I added them to next Wednesday’s order. He’ll make me some seasoning to have with chicken and potatoes. I’m up to try that.

Got the nosh prepped and served up.
Mmm!

A day of multiple changes of mood.
Horis’s best day, I think, but with the inevitable return to Depression-Darius always following, I didn’t get the full benefit; But thanks anyway, to Horis!