05 | March | 2026 | Inchie Today

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Best wishes and welcome to the new day, to you all!
Unless, of course, you are reading this rubbish in the afternoon, evening or at night. Or did not get around to it yet for a few days.
Any road, Welcome!

I bounded out of the bed, jumped over the exercise machine, got down and did 150 press-ups and 100 toe-touches, as the maiden begged me to get back into the bed for more carnal desires satisfactionings…
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Oh, all right then. 1620hrs: I woke up groggily and fumbled to take off the night Catheter bag. Then fell asleep again. A distinctly weird dream manifested itself to me. I was flying Superman style in outer space, trying to find a planet to land on. They had all gone! As I approached where Earth used to be, a cloud neared me, and I slowed down as it passed me to talk to it. I asked, “Where did you come from?” and the cloud turned into an imitation of Arthur Scargil. That’s all I can recall. I heard no reply or answer.
Just thought I’d throw this into the mix, in hopes of getting a humorous comment from someone with their thoughts about it. If I could have thought of a humorous follow-on, I would have, but I couldn’t.

I woke, thinking of the dream, passed wind, and it’s a good job I’d taken off the night bag, because as fast as I could, I hastened, knocking over the Hoover en route, to the wet room and the Porcelain Throne. Before I’d settled on the pue, the flow began. Lucky yet again. Was this going to be a better day?
I mouthed a little prayer.

Had a clean up, and headed into the kitchenette to put the kettle on.
Cor blimey, it was foggy?
I hobbled into the front room to go on the balcony to take a shot. But changed my mind, (I’m very good at changing my mind).
Then into the junk room to take the third photographicalisation.
All it showed was fog.
Well, it would, as it was foggy out there this morning. Cold with it.

Ejaz arrived and set to caring for me again. Socks off, gel and ointment on my toes and ankles, and fresh socks put on. Body check, shoulders, and my back were Phorpain-gelled. Medications issued.

Jenny called and will not be able to come today to call Jake about the pension instructions. She will call later if her visitors arrive.

Warmer now, so I went onto the balcony to take some pictures as the fog started to fade, and the odd glimpse of sunshine was breaking through occasionally. The mudslide seemed large, with no rain having fallen. Not so busy today, I regretted saying that later on.
I went to answer the phone, well, the mobile, I knew it would not be Jenny, but I just missed the call, they stopped as I opened the mobile.
‘Failed Connection’ came on the screen. I’ve had at least a dozen of these so far this week. Took another shot of the end of the far car park when I got back to the balcony, with the sun bursting through the clouds.

Finally, at long last, I got the computer going, oh, Dearie me! It got stuck when booting up. My heart sank.
My language stank!

Turned it off, gave it a minute and tried again,

No tears, I expected it after the recent unknown problems with it. I’ll ring Jenny later and ask for Asif’s number. At this moment, I was down in the depths of frustration and anger, as
From a high to the lowest in an instant.

Ejaz came again. Set up the other shaver for me and showed me how to use it, as he left to take the laundry down, I tried the computer again. And…
It came on! So too did…

We started sorting out the first cupboard. Two large carrier bags were filled with fodder that was out of date, or that I could no longer eat, now that the attentions of that little beauty are back bothering me. Ejaz went down to move the washing into the dryer.
Jenny called; she will be up later.

Ejaz cleaned the Hoover and asked me to get some filters for it, to try on Amazon. So, I did.

Jenny came up and phoned NCC’s Jake. Told me he would call in yesterday… whoops, tomorrow, to see me. She is so kind to me. 🤎

Wow, the sun came out for a last blast. The fog had cleared, and mist came down later.
Wonder if the sunset woi;; get through tonight? A
hit me. It could only have been for a minute, if that, but it took ages to recover. I had a few more short ones later and was in bed. I recovered each time more quickly than this one.

Another go at the blog, it was a slog. I’d been that busy. Ejaz returned with another new colleague.

I went to get a bottle of spring water and saw the laundry bag had not been emptied. Sleeves inside out. socks twisted together, they took a lot of sorting out, and with it being late, and my cataracted eyes as usual got worse the more tired I got. I left it because I couldn’t see which socks were which to pair them up. I’ll ask the Carer on the last call to sort them. They used to do that, but have stopped recently with all the other jobs they have on, not their fault.
Hanging them up in the hallway brought on Dizzy Dennis. I was close to a tumble a couple of times. (Sympathy seeking? Hehe!)

I went to see what fodder was available for my evening feast. I also feasted on the lovely view of the sun fighting its way through as it went from view.

Made my vegetarian meal with care and attention. Boy, I was looking forward to eating this one with baconless bacon, garden peas, seaweed, mushrooms and a vegan lemon dessert.
All, apart from the imitation bacon, tasted great. How can I describe the taste of this one?
Maybe skunk leathery soaked newspaper, hardened to a tooth-destroying level of flavourless concrete.
Yes, that sounds about right.