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I was once addicted to ponderisationing…
Digging into, working out and clarifying,
I had a distinct desire, a need to be classifying…
Knowledge seeking, digesting & chymifying,
How the UK government is functioning,
A fixation to be in a position for correcting…
Have the power to be execrating, condemning,
I lost the will when MPs got egomania, & lying,
The moon landing was false, said Buzz Aldrin,
I asked for a cuddle, & got no reply from Carole King,
Then, as if in an instant, I found myself ageing…
Losing my plot on the blog and Odeing,
I took to falling, tumbling and forgetting…
Peripheral Neuropathy, Glaucoma, bad hearing…
Mechanical Aorta fitted, then a Duodenal ulcer,
Got shot twice, got made redundant & prostate cancer,
2025, four spells of hospital visiting…
Things are not getting exactly riveting,
Now, the Labour Party’s principal annihilator,
The pensioner, families & farmers hater…
Famous for fibbing and taking many a backhander,
An acquisitor, a hatred-inspiring activator, 
I write his lies down regularly, on my adversaria,
At first, when he declared his father to be a toolmaker, 
My EQ told me he was a hoodwinker, a masquerader,
Who can mislead, as well as an ex-barrister?
His statements are furnished with inexactitude,
He has no excuse, there is no exemplification…
The process of pre-pollination and fertilisation?
We can’t remember —do we need to bother?
Did cavemen eat brassica, or kill a centaur?
Have humankind really got cleverer & brainier?
Scientists made our weapons nuclear,
Gave us anthrax, C4, & the laser…
Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation,
Hence, my mind is losing its synchronisation…
Cognitive Impairment, mental deprivation…
Knives, machetes, drugs, in circulation…
Humankind, heading for self-destruction?
This is more than just a presumption,
It’s more of a hypothesis or assumption,
We ask AI for tips, guidance & information,
Who is to blame for the universe’s invention?
Are we guilty of Earth’s coming cessation?
We are to blame, in many ways, including corruption?
Hitler claimed to be seeking human perfection,
Will the future we’ve left be ruled by a Russian?
Wars, acquisitiveness, avarice, alienation,
Homo sapiens began in Africa, and we all face extinction,
Did we leave the sea in search of vegetation?
I’m going to give St.Peter an interrogation!
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This afternoon, I had the most mini-seizures I’ve ever had in one day. And yet for the previous week, I’d have had the fewest of any kind. Although, of course, of I had any longer ones, I may not be aware that I had; as the acity yet coming up from the innards is often not there after an extended seizure. Well, that’s usually what happens.

So large blanks, and for some reason, not a word on the memory notepad?

I rose late, and the acidic taste filled my mouth and throat. So I assumed I’d been having a few nocturnal seizures; it happens sometimes. I think I made a brew, but I may not have —no photograph taken early, as I would generally have. Mind, I did get up late again. Guesswork and some photos to prompt, otherwise a bare blog today.

The food delivery arrived, and I’ve ordered one for next Tuesday too. J Sainsbury’s that one.

Fridge coffees, imitation butter,
Ready-made meals.
Fridge door. 
Pickled onion worms (nice!)
and bikkies.

The meals before going in’t fridge.

Ordered some Germoloids, Clotrimazole Cream,
 Pre-Injection Isopropyl Alcohol Swabs – Pack of 100,
Sterimar Breathe Easy Nasal Spray – 100ml,
and Co-Codamol.

Tarmacing the pathway.
Bottom of the path.

That’s your lot, folks. Sorry.
But the seizures, and taking 
so long on the Ode, did for me.

Time to get the meal prepared.

A meal with a difference tonight! Zywieska sausage sliced. A dollop of sliced pickled beetroot. Milk Roll no-butter buttered bread with sliced tomatoes. Anya potatoes boiled with Strong soya added, with a nutty taste. Lime & lemon mousse.
Very passable & enjoyable; I wish I could say the same for eating it.
Partway through enjoying the meal, I had to hobble hastily to the . Very misleading indications of the need. I felt sure it was going to be a Trotsky Terence affair, but, no! It was butter bean-sized concrete clumps, no torpedoes or mushyness,
It took me ages to pass them.
Back to the cold potatoes, and restarted my dining.
I dropped a potato, and it fell onto my chest, leg, and foot on the floor. Foolishly, I did not use the picker-upperer and bent down to retrieve it… A mistake that! & came on together, and I knocked the tray onto the floor! 
Best not mention the language I blurted out.
Losing the greater part of the meal was bad enough, but cleaning up afterwards, the genuflecting and bending needed, invited to all but have me over, causing me to hit my fractured knee on the edge of the ottoman. Naturally, this didn’t bother me in any way whatsoever.
If Starmer can lie, well, so can I!

🤎 Bless you all! 🤎