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!

10 thoughts on “Inchie: Friday 13th February 2026

  1. Yes, no justice these days. I think the worst of it now is that the powerful people just get away with it too. No longer to MPs and corporate leaders resign, nor are they brought to book, stinks in my view.

  2. The criminals we elect want to protect criminals. There is no place left for decent folk. Great photos and great looking meal.

  3. Yes, Gerry, your ode says a lot about things in the world, and shows a reason you could be depressed besides your health. Despite that and your mistakes, your morning snaps are great and your dinner looks delicious. All in all, not too bad for bad luck Friday the 13th. I hope you’re having as good a weekend as possible. 💖🙏

    • I let rip in the ode, things are getting worse with no signs of peace or justice on the horizon. Not that you didn’t know that, it’s frustrating isn’t it, Tim. Being powerless in face of oligarchs and politicians of no morals.
      Had a delivery mess again today (Sat). I’ll put it in the blog. Frustrating and painful again. I expect it nowadays. Hehe!.
      Thanks for the good wishes, Sir.
      May your foibles ferment with fun, and joy abound. 💗🙏🏻🌹

  4. You have been so unfortunately encumbered by so much outrage. Dystopia rules over utopia, I am afraid. A crying shame that Ejaz could not help you any more than the clock would allow. Indeed, the oligarchs and the brutes that do their bidding are increasing. Aaarrrrgggghhhh!

    • Your first sentences were on-the-dot, Billum.
      We can see what’s happening, Sir, but what can we do other than suffer and await the end?
      I’d love to know when and what ‘they’ decide to do with me, Bill. More Carer time I cannot afford, but will they move me into a home? ‘Tis sad to have to consider either, but that’s how it is. No mention yet of what a home will cost. Now I’d not this can’t wake-up thing going on. I can’t understand it, I’m sleeping for so long, disturbed by the Carers doing their thing… I must not complain, I’m sick of hearing myself. Millions more humans a=in a far worse condition than I am. I feel guilty.
      How the heck did we get into this state of the world? Avarice. Wars, hatred, greed, crime… I know its been like this before, history should have taught us, but we did not learn. Scary really. And I worry about my limited future. Guilt again.
      Cheers Billum. Keep safe, and all my best to the Manor Clan! 👍🏻😾😽😸

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