Inchie: Friday 13th February 2026

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I can describe today in one word!
Well, four words, then.
The day had no particular disasters, calamities, or any Accifauxpas. Naturally, the usual Whooopsiedangleplops were numerous, but not as serious as usual, (Up to now), but even the slightest things got mo me more than usual. I think the reason is that I’m struggling to get things done, which is perfectly normal for me. Yet seems to be getting further behind instead. Need help with some accounts on the computer emails. What looks like HMG or a Social One.

Along with an unknown letter, all unopened yet. The Carers are still doing the regular short visits and do not have time to help. But no news yet on whether I’ll get extra help or go to a home.
The NCC financial chap had to cancel yesterday’s meeting and rearrange for next Wednesday.
I’ve dropped or lost more items today than I have ever done. Memory-Mangling-Malcolm must be so tired, the times he’s mucked me about today.
I fear that even if I get extra Carer time, it won’t help with the things I need. If the Council decides I can’t afford to go to a home… no, that’s wrong. I mean, if they decide my savings, although far less than when I moved into the flat, 80% less in fact, but may not be low enough, it seems to get Carer help paid for. My head spins. I’m worried. And spent so long pondering what might happen, I am now even further behind on t blog. The one thing keeping me going.
So, another cut-short effort.

Morning snaps.
From the kitchenette window.
Different angles.
Wide shot to end.

Kettle on for at last.
While making this first brew, I dropped the tewa caddy, and the lid flew off. I then spilt the milk, which fell onto the floor and the teabags. Didn’t realise I’d trodden on the tea bags, turned to fetch the picker-upper, and knocked the milk bottle off of the counter.
Such things continued throughout the day.
The hot-water tap was left running twice. The fridge door was left open twice. And make things worse, I had a cracking seizure that I’m sure lasted for well over an hour. Coming out-of-it, Carer Ejaz arrived.
I could not form my words properly, and the lad wanted to call 999. I managed to speak clearlyish in time to prevent him. The lad put some of the new foot cream on the toes. Took my socks of naturally. But did not put any new ones on. Flaming cold now. He lost some time due to the communication problems. So issued the meds and quickly Photpained the shoulder. I saved him some time by saying my back and knees felt okay. Which at the time… Have to stop, Fujjngal Lesion is bleeding. Back in the morning – I hope.

LATE NIGHT FEAST
Favourites: Cheesy Potatoes!
They tasted delicious!
I made a right mess of my mouth and treggies! Several were loosened, one broken, and all painful!

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Every farewell is a sunset that always awaits the sunrise

TTFN, each!