
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
I mouthed a little prayer.
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.
‘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.
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.
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 Two large carrier bags were filled with fodder that was out of date, or that I could no longer eat, now that the attentions of that little beauty
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.
Another go at the blog, it was a slog. I’d been that busy. Ejaz returned with another new colleague.
Hanging them up in the hallway brought on Dizzy Dennis. I was close to a tumble a couple of times. (Sympathy seeking? Hehe!)
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.
Lots of work done. Shame about the laundry return.
But, I did learn not to buy imitation bacon again… although at a cost of great pain from
TTFNski Each
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