Inchie: Wednesday 18th February 2026

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0500hrs: I was awake, removing the nocturnal Catheter pouch. The mobile flashed in the distance, so I went to get the text message or phonecall. It was an EE network. Part of the Oligarchal Liberty-Global money-mad world rulers. It also owns Virgin Media, which owns shares in Vodafone, EE, Three, and many other European communication companies.
I deleted it. And visited the Porcelain Throne.
Trootskt Terence controlled, super-gooey, sticky, stinky and a deep straw colour.

I sorted out the waste bins and concentrated on getting things ready for the Audio Clinic visit. In a nutshell, the usual nothing-goes-right situation early on. I woke and took off the night Catheter bag. I saw the mobile’s light flashing. Thinking it might be the computer man, the Audio Centre or the Carers, I got up to investigate. Realising it was 0500hrs, I saw it was from EE Mobile, telling me they were raising the cost by 20%, but that by getting a different plan I could… I deleted it! After an hour or so trying to catch up on the blog, realising there would be precious little time left, it dawned on me that my right sock, slipper, and foot were wet. Yes, in the panic to get to the phone in case it was the computer man, I’d not turned the release valve off properly. So. I stumbled over getting my socks off, but I managed to do it with the help of the picker-upperer. Then had to fill a bowl with Dettol and hot water and wash my feet! Which I did without spilling any (just a little miracle there, Haha!).

The visit went swimmingly. Only in the room for 10 minutes maximum. With hearing aids working and some spare batteries. But we had a long wait for the return trip. Ejaz snapped a few photos on the way there and back. He’ll send them to my email later. 

Sister Jane said she & Pete would be calling on me on their way to see Roberta. 

(Jenny rang for an update, which I gave her.)

I felt the warm urine as it wet my sock and filled my slipper. Some terrible language was uttered with a sort of loud wailing noise, of anger, and frustration!
I had to get my socks off, carry a bowl of hot water into the main room, bet my feet disinfected and washed, and use paper towels and the picker-upper to dry them. Then strip off and get to the wet room, to wash the leg, have a shave and do the teggies, which brought more hassle and pain. No matter how carefully and gently I cleaned the rotting, whole-ridden teeth I have left, it was agony! 
The self-anger got worse as I realised that had I not got to the mobile to see who was texting, I would not have left the damned Catheter valve open!
I think a home is the best option for me.
As I left the wet room, I found that Carer Ejaz was in the front room. He must have come in, but I did not hear the door chime while the noisy wall heater was on in the wet room, which was only on cause I pee’d all over myself again and had to strip off to wash… am I annoyed? Yes. YES! YES!

Ejaz issued the medications. And took away the night pouch and bowl for me. I got one with finishing yesterday’s, and starting this blog.
Then I started getting the things I needed ready to take with me to the Clinic.

Still awaiting Carer Ejaz’s photo-snaps to arrive. He’ll be busy catching up with himself now.

I’ve got into a mess chronologically. Sorry.

Some Photos From The Day Out.

The old Odeist, Inchie.
He struggled onto the minibus lift,
Here, awaiting his strapping in.
Offering a doff of his cap to his mass of followers.
Both of them! Hehehe!

En route to the Clinic.
Gregory Boulevard, or
the Forest Island, on.
Mansfield Road.

Nottingham General Cemetery cottages, known as the Freemen’s Houses or Almshouses, were built between 1837 and 1840. Designed by architect Samuel Sutton Rawlinson, these Grade II-listed, stucco and brick buildings flank the main entrance (gatehouse) on Canning Circus. They were designed to house aged freemen and their widows.
By 1923, 150,000 bodies had been buried, and the then Medical Officer of Health expressed concern about the future of the cemetery if interments continued. A Bill was brought before Parliament by Nottingham Corporation to close the cemetery to further interments, except into existing family graves. Due to escalating operating costs after the Second World War, the Company made representations to the Corporation to take over the cemetery. The Corporation declined, the Company went into voluntary liquidation and the cemetery became vested in the Crown. The Crown conveyed the freehold of the cemetery and all its responsibilities to the City Council in 1956, and it remains (2010) in their
ownership. Nottingham General Cemetery in Canning Circus has implemented evening closures for pedestrians to improve security. Although the site is a public green space, these restrictions were introduced after reports of antisocial behaviour, muggings, and vandalism. To prevent unauthorised access at night, the specific gates are now locked. But still, we find spirit, and cider bottles, and drug needles found that were not there the day before. 

Easy-Lift minibus leaving,
Upper Colledge Street and
left onto Derby Road.
On the way home.

Sister Jane & Pete arrived.

Ejaz did the teatime call.

I got the meal marinating. This may sound all wrong, but I love Bombay potatoes with Tiryaki sauce and Gung Po sauce, with added potatoes, water chestnuts, and some bread to dip in it as I eat it.
Oh, I’d better defrost some bread now!

I put some pods and fabric freshener pearls in the laundry bag. Ready for tomorrow. Did I say the nurse is calling again tomorrow? 💟

I took two, not-so-good shots of the view offered through the kitchenette window.
Then I put a few slices of Milk Roll Soft Bread in the microwave for a couple of minutes on the defrost setting.
Which prompts me to give a little bit of safety advice on closing a microwave door. If you’d like or prefer not to end up wth your wrist in Techicolour, I advise that you don’t catch it against the locking mechanism of the microwave door – in particular, don’t do it twice in nearly the exact same spot! Pretty, though! Hehe!

I kept my neighbour and Angel Jenny updated with the day’s proceedings via email. It’s like, so great to have someone care. I do admire and thank her. 🎀🌺

Better have a go at comments and WP reader now, before I fall asleep, and my eyes fade again. But having the hearing aids sorted and working is great!

Going to get some food now, back in the morning.
Well, I hope so!

Some of the extra potatoes I added were not cooked enough. Spent ages testing each piece and dishing the tooth-challenging ones that I’d added. Hey-Ho!

🟤 Keep Safe, Each! 🟤