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Trump, Putin & Starmer, I somewhat fear,
Not the individual, for them I despair,
But for the danger and power that they bear,
The results of their actions: the innocent incur…
Putin & Trump plainly desire world power…
Trump claiming rights to Iceland & Canada…
Puntim Ukraine, Poland & Romania,
The end is nigh, doesn’t anyone bother?
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My primary concern is the UK’s Herr Starmer,
Starmer is an even bigger, more persistent liar,
He learnt this skill when he was a barrister,
No weapons, so no desire for World power, 
Self-wealth is his intention and desire,
But will this put the UK in a quagmire?
Our economy is already looking dire,
Pensioners, families, and farmers are dour,
Keir thinks hostages are sausages,
Welcomes all the incoming backhanders…
Arsenal season tickets, cash, aftershaves,
His own box with full hospitalities,
£100,000+gifts,  £50,000, Trevor Chinn’s,
Vintage wine, £2,400 worth of spectacles,
Specatcles, Free use of two £18m penthouses,
£32,000 worth of work clothing, free passes…
to multiple sporting events and concerts,
personal shopping, £5,000 worth of clothes…
To be fair, they were for his missus,
A four-day stay in Wales, 4,500 pounds,
The Mail said there’s been more appetisers,
He rates farmers & pensions as wankers,
But he looks after his beloved bankers,
Blatantly misleading, he never apologises,
Can someone create new gunpowder plots
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Today’s moods varied greatly. Changing so often, I didn’t know how the heck I was supposed to feel sometimes. Gloomy amphigories, fearfulness, faux-contentment, a few moments of unwarranted self-lambasting… even with a phenomenal amount of mini-visits from , in between, but every time he remained or seemed to, for just a minute or two? These two extremes were both sparse on the ground today, and both for such short periods, I was actually confused at times. This is an opening that, I believe, reveals I need help from the NHS neurology department. Going potty is not an option; it’s just how things are. Even today, when to be honest, apart from the changing baffling moods, the day has gone (for me) very well up to now.
Ah, well!

I was woken up by the Carer calling to get in.
He did a thorough check on me. I advised him that no foaming, creaming, or barrier greasing was needed, as I was going to get scrubbed up, shaved, etc., after he left. Ejaz gave me my medications and was off on his way, taking the waste bag with him. Thank you, Sir. I took some photographs.

The & Session
Then I got everything ready to do the ablutions.
Off to the wet room, not knowing it would be my most extended ablution session ever. Early last, I think that was in January too, I recorded 2 hours and 10 minutes for a session. No longer the record!
Things started so well, the teeth were done first, no bleeding; however, as I opened the bottle of mouthwash, Lost-Grip-Lassie came into action, and the cap from the bottle flew out of my hand; I dropped the bottle, and the cap rebounded from the ceiling on my head and disappeared, I know not where. Lost a lot of time searching for it, fruitlessly. Throughout the day, I had two more searches without any luck.
Then the wall-mounted heater kept cutting out!
I got back to the ablutioning, taking a shave. This was a three-cut affair, and Lost-Grip-Lassie got involved. I dropped a razor, used the short picker-upperer to retrieve it from behind the WC pipe. How, why does everything I lose grip of and drop, seem to find its way to the most inaccessible place available? The bottle cap and razor had all those open gaps of the shower floor where they could have settled. But no! Never, always in a hidey-hole of some sort! 
If I wrote a book about these incidents, no one on earth would believe it! Frustration was growing.
But the ablutions still needed doing. The heater is cutting out more than it stays on. I (Foolishly) thought I’d take a look at the regulator wheel. Of course, I could not make out which number it was on, thanks to Cayaract Katie. I reached up to turn the wheel, hoping it would come on again… ! I stretched to reach it, Lost Balance, Brenda nearly had me over, and I knocked several items off the floor cabinet. I didn’t note of which, but recall the Protection Pants, wrist alarm, and bottle of aftershave among the fallen items. More time was lost restoring them all to the cabinet. I  while doing so. Now the self-labasting and giving myself a good talking to, started! My language was coarse, of course.
Then I needed to use the Porcelain Throne. Believing this might be a good thing, a sit-down and a calm-down moment? Huh! At least it was different
to the last few days, Trotsky Terence controlled messy affairs. The complete opposite! No idea how long it took me to get the stunted evacuation to start again, but it was a bloody and painful experience!
And still the ablutions had to be finished!
I had a good body scrub-up. During this, a visitor arrived. Then, I started on the Medicationisationings. The agony of Germoloiding  Haemorrhoided Harold, and Little Inchies Fiungal Lesion… didn’t bother me in the slightest.
, was still here, you see! He’s like a medicine to me. Unfortunately, his call was a brief one, and almost as soon as he departed… well, you can guess ! I dropped the olive oil dropper putting in the ear drops, but the bottle didn’t break. The eye drops didn’t run down into my mouth. So despite Darius, the medicationing went well, although my mood was grumpy. And although I had to peel the top catheter strap from the dried blood, I seemed cool and calm about it all.
What’s going on? Came to mind.
As I was Phorpain gelling things I could get at, I distinctly recall coming on, and made a note of the happenings on the wetroom pad. And started singing; Frank Ifield’s ‘She Taught me to Yodel’!
Then the task of putting on the new protection pads. Usually, it is a risky and semi-dangerous job. I kid you not, I sailed through, kept my balance all the time.
Adjusted the straps on the catheter contraption, wiped of the blood… I was wondering at the time, am I still asleep and dreaming or what?
I moved on to humming ‘The Shadows Stars fell on Stockton’, B-side to Wonderful Land, 1962. I couldn’t do the whistling anymore, not enough teeth left.

I brewed a pot of tea and sat by the computer, taking this photo. I heard Ejaz as he left, saying I’m behind time. And noticing he said this around 08:00hrs. Later, when I put the picture on, I realised that I must have been in the wet room for just under three hours! No wonder I don’t wash often, I can’t find the time between Carers calling. Then with food deliveries. Emptying the day bag. Check calls, telephone calls, emails, and calls of nature. The nurses will do the legs and change the catheter. INR Warfarin blood tests. Hospital appointments, Dentist checks. How do I find time to do the blog? I stay up into the morning, mainly to catch up. Being deaf, Cataract Katie is back again. Lymphorrea Leslie, Fractured Knee Frank, Bad Back Belinda, Shuddering Shoulder Shirley, Toothache Tiffany, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Doreen Dementia,  Obstructive Hydrocephalus (water on the brain), and Reflux Roger, Mechanical Aorta Alan. Not to mention the Seizures… Oh, I just did. Hahaha!
This morning really got to me, but things calmed down in the afternoon and evening.
The only thing that tested me apart from the wetroom farce was Horis and Darius making so many calls, in sync, one then the other.

A close-up of the City Hospital
They did my mechanical aorta heart op, prostate cancer, and food poisoning treatments. 🤎
City Hospital in the distance.

Bit of nothingness here, (I’m good at that.
Top pen Deeper black, £2
Bottom pen, ordinary black. 45p
I can’t see any difference between them,
nor can my Carer, Elaz.

Earle evening.

Sundown, early this time of year.

2 hours later, what colouring!

Wow!
I double-clicked, Tsk!

Well, Carer Ejaz just arrived.
After which I went to WP Reader, then to the comments; at this moment in time, neither of the mood swingers, nor is with me… It’s lonely. Haha!

I enjoyed this one!

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