Inchie: Wednesday 24th December 2025

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I had a good, much-needed sleep last night… well, I think I did. On waking up at about 06:50hrs, the TV was on, out of view from the bed, but still on? On Top of the covers on the bed, a page from the reminder notepad, with a few scribble lines of script, unreadable, ending with a large exclamation mark!
The nocturnal catheter bag had to be dragged from underneath the bed. As it appeared in view, it had pulled my cap with it? On this first activity, the pain, I think, from the ingrowing toenail on the right foot, was terrible! And it stayed this way all day, very tender, making hobbling around so painful. Misery-making. I was sick of stubbing my ingrown toenail.

Got up gingerly; the need for the Porcelain Throne arrived. I was not going to wait; I was sure I felt a gurgling in my innards. Not unusual after eating Bombay potatoes as I did last night. Painfully limped to the wet-room, and as my bottom connected with the plastic seat, the rush of the evacuation spurted out, then stopped. As an experienced practitioner of evacuating quirks, I remained seated, and sure enough, a minute later, the hard stuff arrived. Phoo! Messy, gooey, yet surprisingly, it hurt a little. What can I do? I love Bombay potatoes. Hahaha!

Carer E arrived. Medications were issued. The phone went, and Carer E answered it. It was from the Asda driver. Saying the intercom is not working,g that Carer E had just used? E went down to admit him. Came back later, onto the balcony, to see the driver at the wrong prison wing… erm… block of flats.

Thank heavens, yet again, Carer E was here; he called the driver back on my mobile and got him to the right place. The Carer bagged and brought the food into the kitchen for me to sort. He had to leave because his time was up, and he rushed off before I had a chance to thank him for his help. He’ll be back later.

I took snaps of the food; many items were unavailable, and all the cobs felt a little unfresh. But considering the day it was, I’m not complaining.
No caramelised onion chutney, Sweet pickle, Cashew nuts, Sliced bread, or beetroot, not that I’ll starve at all.
Lemon cakes, cheesy bread rolls, and various cooked meats. A pork pie, three lemon curd yoghourts.
Chilled coffee for the nurses & delivery people. I did get some more Leicester Red grated cheese, because the last packet, bought only last week, had green moss growing on the cheese.
The freezer surprisingly had a little space left for more food, despite my putting in the frozen roast potatoes, which promptly split open the bag and scattered all over the floor. Ejaz cleaned it up later for me; he’s a good lad. He found some potatoes that had hidden themselves between a cabinet and the old cooker. Four baguettes went in as well, along with some iced Asda ice-cream cornets. Oh, I think I’ll have one now. I forgot about them in the fridge.

I dangerously half-filled a bowl with water and Dettol, got it safely into the room and soaked my feet. A bit of pain and farcicalness drying the feet and ankles with the long picker-upper, using kitchen towels. And I got to the painfully slow with the bowl and emptied it down the sink.

Got the computer on to make memory reminders in MS Notes, ready to be transferred to WordPress later.

Then began to get the photos onto CorelDraw.

Mizra did the medication call.

I got onto updating the lost and restarted word-listings. Sp slow, I may not live long enough to make up for the ones the ether ate.

Jenny’s hubby, Frank, called in to tell me about the plans for the Christmas Day Meal they are giving me tomorrow. Lovely gesture!

Ejaz’s welcome Wednesday extended visit. Gawd, he got a lot done. Made phone calls, checked and cleared all the texts on the mobile. Took the laundry down. Cleared most of the unwanted things that were cluttering the wet room, and somehow got them into the junk room. I helped a tiny bit. But I stubbed the ingrowing toenail four times, and it was agony. We think that the nails were cut too short and are growing through the flesh again. Walking is so painful without me stumbling into things. Tsk!
Ejaz went down and got the washing into the dryer. Mopped the kitchen and did a good job of it. Bless him.
Retrieved the washing and hung it up between us. Off Ejaz trotted, a job well done.

Carer D arrived in high spirits. Too early for him to issue any medications, 4 hours needed.
Then I took a snap of the night through the kitchen window. Is it getting darker earlier?

Then I realised I had not finished yesterday’s blog, let alone started today’s. Humph!

Ejaz, Mizra, Ejaz, Ejaz, then a call from Dilan. Too early for him to issue any medications, 4 hours needed.

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I hope to get this updated in the morning, and not forget the 1600-hour meal being cooked and delivered to me. That is wonderful, someone caring enough when Jenny & Frank are suffering themselves. 💗

Cael diwrnod da!
Приятен ден – Priyaten den!
Legyen szép napod!
Ha en god dag!
¡Que tenga un buen día!
Haben Sie einen guten Tag!
aitamanaa lak yawm jayid!
Гарного дня – Harnoho dnya
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