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Rainy Morning…
Later, a rainy morning…
Food Delivery
More sauces?
Did I say it was a rainy morning?
Rainy evening.
Not a good day, but I’m sick of moaning.
Realised I had not got help with filling in the NCC form online. Ejaz, I think he’s not coming this Saturday. I can’t ask Dilon, the lad can’t cope with many things, and this from would be as baffling to him as it is to me. I’ll ask him to wash the feet in the morning, and cream the toes. He’s doing the weekend, I think. 
Constipation Conrad again, massive torpedo style.
Cock-up, an order arrived. The trays of black bean & beef meals: two had split open, covering the other items in the bag with the sticky black bean sauce. That I just do not need and cannot afford, which, or remember ordering, added to the depth of .
I was pathetic at coping with things today. Self-loathing, frustrated and having silly thoughts.
A greenish raiony shot of the end car park late on.

Ah, a better shot later on.
I’ve just told a Carer about my struggle with ordering food. No reply, but he did tell me he could see a marker pen under the bed. Off he went, as I was saying how low I was feeling, no answer or comments as he disappeared through the doorway. I locked the door and felt worthless.
This black bean meal, yes, I ate the third of the meals; the others went in the bin. Messy, mess.
I thought it tasted nice, but couldn’t get the satisfaction it should have. Moaning again!

TTFNski, each 🤎
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