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Yet another morning’s struggle getting my elephantine body out of bed. No, I lied! I meant out of 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.
Another session of convincing myself of the benefits of rising from my uncomfortable slumber failed. And several more followed. Finally, I found the courage and determination to hastily, but painfully, force myself out of the recliner… Well, I said, finally I found the courage and determination to force myself, hastily but painfully, out of the recliner. Another fib. I had to get up to use the porcelain throne.
Morning mist.
Late morning brew of Glengettie.
Warfarin INR Level.

The Virgin engineer arrived in the afternoon. A grand, helpful young man. He got the TV and recording back onto Virgin connections. And he was patient with my questions about the various buttons on the remote, which my short-term memory had erased over the eight weeks of waiting. He even went to the bother of writing down the main ones for me.
And hey, presto… I’ve got the TV working!
Yee-Ha!

Cheered up now. Awaiting a visit from
at any time, now…
Still waiting…

I took two Kodak-Tim-2 snaps of the lovely view on offer. one on the left, one on the right, and juggled and jiggled them to try to make them look like one.
Not too bad… for me. The PN won’t let me take a panorama shot… well, he does, but he guarantees that every time I try, Shaking Shaun kicks in. They always come out warped.
Another little strait that has joined in with the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, the grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, & spirits. Not to mention the Fata Morganas that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited sanity of mind. Also, Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Paroxysmal dyskinesia, Episodic ataxia, Ménière’s disease, Dark, Deep, Depressing Darius, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Nicodemus Neurotransmitters Dying, Glaucoma Gladys, Stuttering Stephany, Lymphorrhea Legs Leslie, Premordid Cognitive Impairment Iris, Cataract Katie, Sandra’s damned seizures, Back-Pain-Brenda, Arthur Itis, Cartilages Chloe & Carole, Fractured Knee Frankie, Shuddering-Shoulder-Shirley, Unwin’s Unguis Incarnates Ingrowing Toenail, Reflux Roger, Replacement Mechanical Aorta Valve Victor, Diabetes Doris, High Cholesterol Christine, Hydrocephalus-Hilda, and Catheter-Contraption-Carol, and the hearing aids are not working. Still, it could be worse.

Fishsticks, battered fishcakes, potatoes, leeks, tomatoes and onions in parsley sauce.

A view of the scene from the kitchen window before getting into bed late.
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I HOPE FOR A GOOD, PEACEFUL DAY FOR US ALL
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