Inchie Today: Tuesday 26th May 2026

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Rush Job today. Sorry.
Urine was not flowing.
Misshapen legs.
Lymphwater leaking.
Food Glorious Food! In the fridge
Spuds, Stilton and carrots.
Ready-made meals.
More ready-made meals.
Reserves topped up,
CorelDraw * Grammarly problem.
No idea Worritsallabarght?
PROBLEMS WITH THE LAUNDRY DRYER
Had to spread the not dry clothes…
In the balcony in the sun,
Thinner stuff, okay, hung ’em high.
I forgot about what I thought was a 15g pack of mushrooms. Massive, they were, too. I’ll have to give some away before they go wrinkly. Hehe! Jenny suggested the regular put in in the _______ for folks to help themselves
Could say the thing about me.
Plenty of hassle and annoyances today, but do you know, I’m going to mention any no more…
Well, go on then, while I was putting the laundry away, the Carer told me I’d missed 3 phone calls on my mobile.

Wednesday mid-morning. I got around to updating this blog. Been a busy boy this morning. 🤣

The meal took me ages to sort out tonight, with help from Carer Dillan. I had to cook the chips, fish, and Spanish-style potatoes in the same oven tray. The carrots and loads of mushrooms in the slow cooker. Misjudged it with the carrots, and they were still rock hard, so I dished them. I’ll try again now that I know how long they need in the crockpot. Sliced a Romanian green tomato into four; I do like the flavour of these.

I asked Carer Ejaz on the teatime call to listen to the voice message for me to see if it was about painkillers. But by then I was my usual mind-dead, dead-tired and at the most disturbing period ot Out-of-itness of the day. We both forgot to check the voicemail. I can’t ask Carer Rachid on Wednesday morning; his English is about as good as my Pakistani. 😏 I think he said he is doing all the calls on Wednesday. Hope my new hearing aids arrive in time for me to try to hear the voice message. It may be time-critical, as they had tried to contact me so often, a rare event. 
Life is not working out, you know. I’ve lost 90% of calls from two great Carers, Ejaz & Mirzra. The others are struggling, and I keep forgetting to ask them to do things they forget to do. Like on Wednesday morning, nobody checked my body. No Phorpain gel applied to the back or shoulder; no Catheter check made. No Bank Checks, financial help, no shower monitoring for I don’t know how long since Mirza last helped me take me last shower – 4-5 weeks? I am in suc a confused state when these blokes arrive, nervous sometimes. And of course on the computer. I will have to stop moaning on this blog, and intend to make this my last one. I can’t concentrate on things, forget things, drop things, or walk into things nowadays. And this is going to make me sooo depressed. The computer is taking so long to get used to, CorelDraw, different Windows, and the fonts changing on their own, as AI said, when I asked about and showed some resulting font changing phenomena, which adds to the frustrations. The colour tab with the RGB numbers, the Date Tabs, hundreds of them changed overnight, into an Alien type font. I thought it was just the .cdr files, grouped and ungrouped. So got myself into a state of not getting blogs done, missing them of and trying to catch up, after I’d redone all the date takes, and converted them to Bitmap. It can happen with any font, but always with the Gluten one. Only to find this morning that they had changed again! Hence, it’s another early morning time for getting to bed again. Nothing ever gets done or solved. Get a new £850 quid computer, and this happens!
Things will get worse when the computer man gets back from holiday, and hopefully answers Caer Mizras’ telephone call for help. I’ve written down so many pages of problems I need help with. I must ask him to get rid of all fonts he can on the computer that I don’t need or use. On this new computer, I’ve got almost 9000 fonts, plus variations. I think it said that.
But Andy is a good lad, and warned me I’d struggle.
I hope he doesn’t do what the student did six years ago, when he ruined my laptop while trying to fix it. Gave me his mobile number, took payment, and when I rang him, it rang and rang, but was never answered. Andy won’t let me down, he’s a great chap. I’ve got faith in him. 

I’m getting a lot of moaning done, out of the way for a fresh start? Well, that’s the plan, but, knowing me, the next fault, Whoopsidangleplop, frustrating event, or disaster, will likely be too annoying and frustrating to be ignored.
(Did you see how craftily I sneaked in a few of tomorrow morning’s early frustrations?)
But I’ll try to cut them down. I promise. Hehehe! 😄

Back to the blog. Got carried away again there. Tsk!
Off to make a Glengettie evening cuppa.
Boy, was the rain delting down again. I took these two snaps of it through the balcony windows. As I turned to make my way through the three disabled machines, each one holding a promise of being repaired or demonstrated for me… Huh! I thought I’d better turn over the dressing gown spread over each machine. Not a good decision that.
After turning them over, I made my way inside the flat and tore off the lower scab on my right leg, which naturally flowed out a little blood. I got in and used kitchen towels to dry it off and stop the bleeding. I was well tired now, and dropped the towel, and without even thinking, bent down to retrieve it. My head hit the corner of the Carer’s table when I lost my balance. Can’t even see a bruise, let alone a scar! All that pain without any potential sympathy attraction wound… Humph & Tsk! 🤨

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