Inchie Today: Wendnesday 29th July 2026

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WEDNESDAY 29th JULY 2026
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06:10hrs: As I stirred this morning, EQ-Inchy was warning me that I would regret getting up today.
Astoundingly, he was right, once again! Worra Rotten Day!
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I’m not going to record everything; it’d take too long; I can’t remember everything anyway. The first thing I realised was the absence of calls to the Porcelain Throne. Nine hours later now, and still no evacuation. Mind you. I did eat all of the meal and a half that I ate just before getting settled. I’ve put the photo on again.
An absolute feast it was. Raw fresh garden peas, potato-curls, and a packet of bacon-bits in the six thick slices of sourdough bread, with Teriyaki sauce. And two yellow tomatoes. May I have mayhap eaten too much and blocked the innards up? Hehe!
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I mosied, well, hobbled into the kitchen to make a brew of Glengettie tea; remembering I smashed a precious mug the other day, and taking extra care with this one.
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I reached up to get the tea, knocking a Thompson’s tea cabby out with the Glengettie one, which lost its lid as it bounced via the kettle, radiator, fridge and rolled in a circle as it hit the floor; scattering the black tea bags en route. As I finished collecting the tea bags with the pickerupper, to be sorted and save the unbroken ones to use again, the landline chirrupped.
I picked up the receiver, said, ‘Good morning’, and a strained female said something along the lines of: “Wot time do yer call that gerrome?” Silence fell for a few seconds followed by, “Oh. I am a C_ _ _! I’ve rang the wrong number, ain’t I?” Then the dialling tone returned. I was sniling to myself as I tripped over the laundry bag. And fortunately fell to the right, and leaned into the bed. Thus saving a possible trip to the hospital. Which is so bad these last few visits.  
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Chronically depressed about the things that happened today. Can’t pull myself of of it.
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Although Matron calling usually picks me up, well, it did, but it didn’t last long once she’d gone. All did was tell her of my woes. Bless her.
Depressed like never before.
The Red Cross engineer who called as well, to service & check on the bed, was a grand chap. He told me to ring my quack and ask to be referred to an O.T. I think I have been, but am not sure.
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Still not paid a visit to the Porcelain Throne.
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Higher due to Matron visiting,
The helpful RC man,
and Jenny’s email.
It’s not me today; I’m so depressed.
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Thursday morning, catch-up. Feeling a slight bit less down; a sense of acceptance of failures is easier than fighting a losing, unwinnable battle.
The first incident, accident, or failure will, of course, bring out my frustrated temper with myself of late.
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19:00: Meal of the day.
Soup & last of the sourdough bread,
TASTE RATING: 5.2/10
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Didn’t even get a peep-in today.
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All the best, oh, the UK has now got blazing trees on the South Coast. Expect more, we’re told on the news.
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Sussex Fire
Isle Of Man…
Isle Of Man, second one
Isle Of Man…,
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