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It is now Sunday night.
Today’s events did me no good, and I’ve been drifting off from anything I started. Often, I don’t get back to finish them. So much happened today. If you don’t mind, I’ll just mention the important stuff and anything prompted by the photos taken. Sunday was worse for the mind-wandering; I thought today was bad enough. I’ll try to get it done & posted before midnight. If I don’t leave reality again. I hope to get it done, then decide whether I have time to start on Sunday’s blank blog. Ho, better get some sleep, this is getting ridiculous. Tsk!
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Morning snap – I got up late, and this is the major Whoopsie of the day coming up… 
I’d been asleep when the Carer rang the intercom. I admitted him on the panel, and went to get the kettle on. I was a smidge off balance and confused with waking and getting u[ far yoo soon, before getting my balance. But thought I’d cope, I’ve had it worse than this… The next thing I remember…
Carer Ejaz was lugging me into the front room and the aged, grotty-looking, c1966 made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. A mild taste of the acrid stink coming up into my mouth was not at first realised, and I wondered what the heck had happened. Ejaz explained it to me graphically. Then wrote some notes for me to use, realising I may not recall what he’s told me. Ejaz was standing behind me as I went to put the used teabags in the waste bin on the door handle. He saw me going down and fitting my head on the door. Said I just went down rather slowly, and he, like a shot, got me into the other room and the recliner.
He’s Saved The Day Again! 
I’d be lost without Ejaz, no doubt.
But the rest of the day was iffy, I think. Good job, I took a few snaps, even if only from the windows.

Balcony in the drizzle & mist

Not sure why I took this one of the open fridge?

Wandered off the blog and onto the word listing again!

My Glaucoma-affected eye started doing some visual gynastics, and I could not use the computer, RV or read for two hours or so. During this period, I tried to make a mug of tea… Yes, I dropped the just-filled mug on me and the floor. I’ll beg whoever calls next to help me clean it up. I forgot, and the stains are still there in the kitchen now (Sunday night). Humph! 
Then I went to the Porcelain Throne and walloped my shoulder on the wdgw of the door. I’ll try to explain quickly what my vision was like in the bad eye.
It was mostly the same of before, but then I started getting ghostly, big floaters, joined by the regular black, spidery ones, with moments of no vision at all. I had a couple of times when everything seemed to have a runny custard going or coming down. I’m so glad I’ve got a lift to the EENT appointment on Thursday. This is due to Carer Ejaz again, and they have reduced his calls dramatically during the week. Spit!

4-Plumbers arrived to search for the cause of the leak that was flooding the flats below. I was not up to much yet after the near tumble-seizure. I left them looking at the kitchen, the airing cupboard and the wet room. A bit of banging and drilling was heard, and I thought this did not bode well. Eventually they showed up in the room, told me I had the all-clear, and shot off. Or was this yesterday? Anyway, I went into the bathroom and…
All my things on the sink had been either knocked off or moved…
I found some of the items on the floor at the side and back of the WC. No way could I risk bending down again, so I left them there. Then I realised I had been bending when I collapsed, putting the teabags in the bin bag. Not sure what that indicates.

The peas had been in the slow cooker for about eight hours now, on the lowest setting. I heated some faggots up in onion gravy and added the peas.
A crusty baguette… Let the feast begin!

Number Two Whoopsie, in order of severity
I got the night catheter on and was planning on getting in bed… but a summoning from the innards indicated I’d be best getting to the Porcelain Throne with a degree of urgency… the innards were right!
I didn’t get there in time!
But the good news is that Trotsky Terence was less acute than usual, thus the mess was far less messy!
Unfortunately, as I bent down to retrieve the escaped-of-its-own-accord little semi-soft torpedo, my spectacles dropped of my head, and I got the dizzies,  and sat down on the seat hastily… I felt and heard the glasses and frame cracking as I trod on them!

Not a good day.
Then again, when are they?

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