Inchy:Thursday 20th November 25

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It already has vulgarisation, 
No shortage of unsophistication,
Proletariats filled with dissatisfaction,
So much violence & traumatisation, 
Greed, envy, but little affection…
Megar-rich Oligarchs get much satisfaction,
Questioned, they threaten a nuclear reaction,
Politician with their lies and extortion…
Threaten each other, and the futilitarian,
Not humanitarian, but they offer humiliation,
Invalidation, invasion, verbal invention,
Warnings, battles, child deaths; no mediation,
Babies die, no food or water, no medication…
Humankind’s morals need a recalibration, 
Hopes, fair values need a reactivation, 
Worldwide, each and every person…
Hatred, greed… what chance of elimination?
I’m lucky, I’m close to my termination,
How can we have a compassion rejuvenation?
I see no chance of any reconciliation,
Our youngsters will need reharmonisation
Will they see our savours rematerialisation?
Or, remilitarisation and remobilisation?
Peace is in dire need of resuscitation.
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06:00hrs: Woke with a startle to find that she was rattling the ball joint for all she was worth! I waited a minute or so until she calmed down, then did the balance exercises, got the taken off, gathered the needs of the ablutioning session, and waddled gingerly off to the wetroom.

Two nicks shaving, teeth & gums bleeding. Had a controlled session. And medicated the usual ailments as needed and within reach for me to do so. The only spot of bother was coming from . I did struggle a little more than usual getting the protection pants on due to Frank.

Put the kettle on and popped into the balcony to take this shot through the kitchenette window. Cold, very cold today. Then I meandered back to the kitchen to take this snap of the end of the car park. It came out rather well, with the sun coming up from the back. Showed the contrast of the thin mud slide with and out of the sunshine. The liquid seemed to contain bubbles, or maybe snow? Then I noticed the tyre marks. I assume a vehicle had reversed into the watery mud to turn round.

Arrived as I was making a brew of tea in the kitchen. She recognised I was not up to par, bless her. Medications issued. Body areas were checked and balmed. Knees were Phorpained.

CorelDraw on to sort the photos. Problems again. Moved on to yesterday’s blog.

Got carried away with rebuilding the word list again. Over three hours this time. Tsk! I didn’t seem to be able to stop myself from doing it.

Carer Nizra arrived. Painkillers given with Peptac.

Back on the word listings, then a District Nurse arrived to remedicate the right leg for me. I think she is a retired nurse, now doing community nursing. I like her; she is no-fuss and has a twinkle in her eyes.
She got the strapping off, removed the protection plaster, wiped the wounds and put a new medicated plaster one. Strappings back on top, and she was ready to go. ❤ Bade her thanks and farewell.

The following hour and bit are a complete blank to me. I jotted down the time the nurse arrived, so I was pretty sure I’d been out of it for an hour and 20 minutes. But there were on acidy upsurges from the innards, and I was not feeling dizzy, confused or out of balance. So, I could not have had a seizure. Puzzling? ! I’ve never come out from a seizure before without the acrid taste shooting up from the innards,  through my throat, mouth, and nose.
Did I fall asleep? Possible, I suppose.

Carer Ahram turned up, and here I was, looking at an almost-empty blog page for today! Miles behind with everything again. Humph! Ahram issued the medications, and I realised that I was struggling to understand what he was saying, not only that, I think I was not talking properly, a bizarre sensation.

Sunet photographs.
The sun was in a rush to hide?
Tried a close, not very good

Cheerio, sun!

Food came to mind. I decided on a ready-made stew, added some gravy I made from instant powder, mixed it in a microwave bowl, and put the lot in the oven for five minutes. While I got the two sourdough rolls left and put them on the tray.
I thought it had a decent taste. See tomorrow’s blog to see why it wasn’t too good. Hehe!

Carer Ejaz made the last flash call. Painkillers and a quick natter about things, and off he shot.

I went to wash the pots up, and the view out of the kitchen window looked so attractive that I tried taking some shots of it.
Neither were they up to much.
Still, I did my bestest!

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“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” I think…