Day: 18 January 2026

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Inchy: Aye-up thicko. You’ve had it tough lately!
Inchie: What? No, everything’s going smoothly!
Inchy: That reply holds some artificiality…
Inchie: Well, I’ve had enough with failures, losses,
forgetting things, worries, depression, Cock-ups
with CorelDraw,  the Cloud, and Grammarly.
Then there’s the possibility of moving to a new locality…
Inchy: Ah, but that’s not yet a reality…
Inchie: What is?
Inchy: Your move to a different locality!
Inchie: I’d not finished telling you yet, you Wally!
Inchy: No need to, do you not remember? It’s me
that monitors, nae, controls the brain of Inchie?
Inchie: The cataract, toothache & neurology…
Inchy: I know nothing of otorhinolaryngology…
Inchie: Erm… You talk with obliquity…
Inchy: Your replies are full of obliquity…
Inchie: What are you trying to tell me?
Inchy: Just getting on yer goat, to make yer angry
Inchie: Why?
Inchy: I’m fed up too, with your acting otiosely,
Inchie: Meaning? Tell me!
Inchy: I suppose to you. I’m something ghostly?
Inchie: Spot on, matey!
Inchy: And where do I live, Inchie?
Inchie: You dwell in my brain, Dummy!
Inchy: Of which you have no ontosophy!
Inchie: The neurosurgeon gave me a tomography!
Inchy: And the result, what did he say?
Inchie: I’ve likely got Hydrocephaly…
nchy: He also said you may need a craniotomy!
Inchie: Well, yes, that it’s a possibility…
Inchy: Why have you not had it done, ducky?
Inche: They are too busy, ostensibly, no
answer when I call them, frustratingly,
Inchy: This is really depressing me, actually!
Inchie: What?
Inchy: The fact that you just can’t see?
Inchie: What?
Inchy: Soon, when I talk, you’ll hear gurglingly!
Inchie: Are you referring to my ophthalmometry?
Inchy: No, you pratt! sadly…
Inchie: What then?
Inchy: Water on the Brain? Who lives there? Who’s
the one who has the same fate as you to scare?
Inchie: Water on the brain… But you live in there?
You’ll get drowned? Now I see it with clarity…
Inchy: Tell the neurosurgeon to gerrit done quickly!
Inchie: Alright, leave it with me…
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I woke a few times during the night. Notwithstanding, I got a total of… wait for it… 8 hours kip!
Waking up around 0800hrs, with the assistance of Carer Ejaz. He said it took him a while to get me to stir. This is all taken from Ejaz’s words; I have no recollections of the first few minutes of wakefulness. Ejaz was concerned about my unbalanced, faraway status, and I was talking gibberish for the first two minutes. It was just pure exhaustion and tiredness, I think. When I tried to stand up, I failed, and Ejaz insisted I stay in the chair. (I’d fallen asleep in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.)
I think, well, he would have given me the medications. But no body checks, creaming, or salving was done. He apparently arrived late and had to leave. After making sure I was okay. A great lad.
I soon fell asleep again, waking around 10:30 hours. And caught my balance before moving. Did the balance exercises as well… I think. 

I was a little unsteady, but much better than I was when Ejaz called. Seems I’d put the TV on, no recollection of doing so.
Oh, a much-belated, meant  Good Morning Each.

It was amazing how quickly I felt better. I washed the pots from last night. And readied things for the , and off to the wet room.
I did forget to do my teeth. But shaved with only two teeny-weeny cuts. Then, I had to delay the washing to utilise the . And what
a surprise that was. Three days’ worth of  , now had returned with a vengeance. What a messy evacuation!
The hot water was no longer coming out hot. I knew what I’d done, and left the wet room, went into the kitchen and turned off the tap (faucet) I’d left running. The usual grinding of my teeth, swearing and anger at myself developed. Yet, nowhere as violent as usual?

Back to finish shaving. A body scrub and the medicationings were done where I could get to them. No hassle involved. I even had three lucky breaks when I was getting fresh protection pants on, yes!
First: As I reached for the pack to get the pants from, I knocked over a two-litre bottle of bleach. Fret not, for not only did it not burst open, but it also missed my ingrowing toenail and feet.
Two: I was carrying out the usual procedure for getting the PPs on, and got a
bout, and lost grip of the seat-raisers’ grab-bar. I kept my balance because  was within reach for once.
Third: As I was leaving the room to get dressed, I tripped on the mat and took a forward tumble through the open door… Now, it did have a downside. I’d moved the clothes airer closer to the wet room make it easier to reach the clothes. Downside?
It no longer works. Humph!

Better get a move on, it’s Sunday already and nearing the afternoon.

The sun is getting through in the front car park. But a smidge misty above.

Made astart on updating the last blog.

Later, the sun moved across, making the picture taken through the balcony window look bright.

Forgot to put the lip balm on.
It soon stopped the bleeding.

As the Carer arrived, I spotted the early evening sky, which looked photo-worthy.
Gorgeous!

The keyboard suddenly stopped working!
No panic yet, I assumed the batteries had packed up and replaced them with new ones. I dropped the two batteries as I was taking them out, and now, Sunday at 12:10 hours, I still haven’t found one of them.
Anyway, this did not solve the problem.
I consulted Google. tried their advice, without any luck. (This goes without saying, really. Hehe!)
Saved the work, closed all down, gave it a few minutes, and then rebooted. No luck again. Fingers crossed, I got the spare keyboard, a cheapo Technet wired one, and got that linked up. AHA! Now things are typable again!
Working again? It’s all a mystery to me!
But so glad it did restart.

Got one of, if not my favourite meal, Bombay Potatoes come a close second, but this meal I love, when I manage to cook it right. A long preparation time and baking, but it’s worth it. Even the mass of washing up the mixing bowls and sticky cutlery… are you wondering what it is? Cheesy baked potatoes!

Pre-heat the oven, I put mine at 180°. Place your large spuds in the oven, but keep checking until they are cooked enough to mash.
Take your Shredded Leicester Cheese (essential: to use Leicester cheese; it’s tasteless raw but magnificent cooked). Get your mixing bowl, and let it warm a little for the mixing. Liquid sea salt, black pepper, light soya sauce (It’s stronger than the dark), malt or distilled vinegar (wine vinegar if you like it, most alcoholics do), and a half-spoon of Marmite. Ready to use.
Then, I usually burn my fingers getting them out of the oven and cutting them in half, no different this time.
Cut each potato in half lengthwise. Scoop out the flesh into a mixing bowl. After each half is put in, a little cheese and each seasoning is added. Then mix the ingredients with a fork until well combined, and use a spoon to finish the job. Then spoon-fill the mixture back into the emptied potato husks. Run a fork over the top of the potato mix to help it crisp up easier.
Back into the oven, but keep an eye on them.
This is mine after serving them up.
Did you notice that there are only seven of the half potatoes in this picture? That’s because I ate one while prepping the plate. Darned Tasty! A bad time of year for tomatoes; avoid Spanish and definitely Moroccan this time of year, bitter! I was lucky to get the one in the photo; they are Dutch, possibly irradiated, but at least they tasted like tomatoes, unlike the Moroccan & Spanish tastelessness.

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🌺 Cheery-Bye, Each! 🌺
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