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INCHIES ODE OF THE DAY
He thinks this is one of his bestest ever?
Funny & ambiguous… I know, but he tries…
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I burst back into ersatz life, took off the night pouch, (Great colour!), I did one hundred press-ups while yodelling a welcome to the morning. Then a bit of shadowboxing, and ten minutes on the weights… 
I’ll try again… I wearily forced the eyelids open and saw it was 06:45hrs. With great reluctance, I began to edge my stiff aching torso towards the edge of the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickeningly beige-coloured recliner. 
The pain when I moved the right leg was good. I think the infection that is clearing in the toes and foot, is creeping upwards now? A complete reversal now; the left leg has deflated a lot, and the right is warm to the touch, swollen rock-solid, and so painful if I touch it… hobbling about today has been worse than last week. 
Getting the 
night pouch off of the day bag has never been such a painful struggle.
I went off to have my morning mug of tea early and thought that the view from the kitchenette window was worth viewing. Gawd the leg was hurting!
The beauty would soon be forgotten…
The same as yesterday happened, only worse, it caught me out and caused embarrassment at it happening, Grumph! 
. As well as an, 
or two, followed! The rear-end evacuation started, unstoppably, before I’d got to the wet room door on my way to the 
. What a mess! embarrassment is not a strong enough word!
Agony is not a strong enough word for when I had to clean things up again. I might have been worse I suppose. Getting the fresh Protection pants on was dodgy, nearly had another Whoopsie!
The right leg’s red areas continue to creep up the leg.
I put the computer on, went for another 
controlled visit to the , I got back to the computer after another mammoth cleaning up job; but…
Made a brew of Glengettie while waiting for the 
of 
to get back online. Which lasted for about twenty minutes or so, and then…
I think it must have been the fourth visit to the . The computer came back online.
Got a crack on while I could. At least two hours uninterrupted!
But then…
.
This time the oligarchical owned 
failed for a much longer time. I kept checking frequently, and when the imitation service, (I use the word loosely) returned, I went to the UT to watch a documentary about the Bhopal disaster. Another result, similar to the poor sods who died, got injured, and had their lives ruined by the Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea, there were no prosecutions of the 
guilty gits in charge of running both disasters!
I got very emotional, and could not resist looking at a Grenfell Tower documentary, to remind myself of the crookedness, and protection from prosecution of worldwide!
I don’t mind admitting, both clips brought tears to my eyes.
No sooner had I changed to blogging…
So, I made the second brew of tea, Thompsons Punjana.
With the regular four cookies being dunked!
Still no sign of owned …
Went to wash the mug out, and the breeze coming into through the part-open kitchenette window, felt lovely on my right leg, cooling. I’m not sure why…
But I took two shots of the legs. Of, course there would have been a reason… but…
As the customer service failed for the umpteenth time, my spirits sank. I’d spent hours redoing lost work thanks to the $26 million salaried Mike Fries, or Steve Fries, Mike I think… Where was I?
It may have been more. (And was later on!)
I took a snap of the rather beautiful late afternoon view.
The forehead, eyes, lips of the face. Do you see them?
I’m fed up with moaning!
Another go at getting this blog started…
I surrendered to the
Nosh was prepared… then burnt…
I spat a bit, self-condemned and stuck my bottom lip out!
The night Carer arrived and did me
Then as I put some more potatoes in the air-fryer this time, which has a timer on it to avoid burning food.
I wish I’d realised that an hour ago!
I got Kodak Keith and took these shots of the sunset.
High in the sky
A little lower…
Down a smidgen
Nightie-Night Sunshine!
Back to keep an eye on the fodder cooking.
The second effort.
Veg soup with Borscht.
Unburnt potatoes with the
last of the Tear & share bread.
A pot of the high-class custard & Jelly.
By gum, I live well!
Taste-Rating: 7.5/10!
The right leg infection or whatever you call it, kept me from nodding off for a while. But I got there… Zzz!
TTFNski!
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Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever. 
I took off the 
None of the 
were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.
Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view..
And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.
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Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. 
So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.
I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!
Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. 
owners of 
Far left; the jaws of a creature.
Back again… for one minute!
As Victor Meldrew would say…
A long mouse lower centre?
Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it?
The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
and my 
against the server trolley wheel and leg.
A great nosh despite all the hassle.
Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?
A close-up, taken by accident. 
A wide shot…
A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?
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to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. 
06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha! 
drops 
were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds.
salaried, Herr Fries 
& 
the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. 
against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… 
As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the 
Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is!
A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?
The light shower has stopped.
As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made.
drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the 
Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed 
I should imagine that the top dog at 
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By the time I got the pouch off, it looked much redder?
The ankle looked much better…But it wasn’t! Humph!
Off to the 
Had a closer look at the situation with the toes.
Morning kitchen view.
The house being done up showed no signs of progress externally.
J Sainsbury’s delivery arrived.
Collected the bags from the hallway.
Strawberries for the carers, bread and rolls to go on the fridge. Well, not the two sourdough ones; I’ll have them today sometime, with tons of vegan butter in them. Mmm!
Franks for Carer Chris, fresh pod peas and shelled peas; I didn’t mean to order both… but at least I can tell the community nurse that I am peeing better? Hahaha! 
Cupboard fodder.
Vegan Cookies for Carer Kara, Porridge for Carer Sam, and almond chocolate for me.
I got some 247 kitchen towels, but I’ve been unable to get them lately. I hope they have not changed the size of them.
It should have tasted great… it had all the ingredients that I usually enjoy, nothing I’d not had and linked in the past…
Horrible! 2.2/10 Taste rating! And that was for the well-buttered sourdough bread rolls! 
have got financially involved in farming, do you? Damned scary thought that!
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04:30hrs: I dragged my ailment-ridden, Neurotransmitter-Failing body from the comfort… well, okay, skip that bit… from the depths of my nocturnal-protector, the c1968, non-operational, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner. Removed the night bag with some difficulty, from my 
I didn’t enjoy my morning visit to the wet room, particularly the 
had withdrawn from his battle for control of my evacuation’s constitution with 
?
Yes, the World Wide loose money manipulators, struck again!
It didn’t take me long. 
online… it does that sometimes.
.
varied between blue and brown colouring?
do show some changes; for the better, I think.
anything, but I took extra care.
, had reduced greatly. And appeared to be less thick than yesterday, too.
In the early evening, the skies offered me an amazing few minutes of joy, an absolute 
. Each one of the pictures I took! Can you see anything in this first one 
on the right? I’d love to know what I see is actually in there?
Marvellous Nature!
I got the nosh started.
A bean meal, two minutes in the microwave or five on the hob. Which I chose, so I could stir in some Borscht. That’s why they appear so red. A dollop of BBQ sauce was added; three wholemeal rolls were made into chip sarnies and dunked into the sauce. Grrreat! Flavour-Rating: 8.8/10! 
The sky and weather had changed by the time I went to get the pots washed! 
rang out as the last Carer arrived. It was Richard; not seen him for a while. 
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My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs 
writing with
, 
, naturally
Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if 
The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.
arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken 
, or mayhap 
alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe! 
My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it.
(It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)
The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of 
was performed, without any further 
.
.
They outshone their own usual incapabilities today. 
tormented mind.
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Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted
Kitchen
Check on the being done-up house below.
Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.
Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) 
Soda waters
Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins). 
Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free
Bakery Section…
Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on. 
Food cupboard stocks.
I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful 
ensured…
I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the 
, and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”
Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes.
In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!
Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw.
and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes!
Ah, that was nice.
And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!
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Well, where do I start again?
night bag was removed from the Catheter contraption. Not a lot, but a decent colour. Naturally, the bending and pulling immediately inspired 
to offer forth her usual doses of pain-giving.
? Hello, I thought, who’s this so early? It was Carer Richard’s voice I heard. I had to finish u;p early cause I didn’t want to keep him waiting; he’s going home after his long shift when I’m sorted. I ran the razors over the top of my head, retrieving them from the back neck area…
THE BLOOD FLOWED… down onto my 
cheeks, face, into the earholes and then the protruding mould of my belly onto the floor!.
finally, a dressing gown. I left the mess to sort out later, I’ve got to go back to do the medicationalisationing yet. Dolloped much Brut aftershave to stop the bleeding nicks.
Back to the wet room. Olive oiled the ears, and Germolened the head; the bleeding had stopped. Germolened the grossly wobbly belly. Then I Phorpained the
knees. Cleaned the blood up from the varying surfaces. Then took an extra single painkiller, as 
think it was 07:40hrs. So my chronolgicalness was well out of sync. again.
Got back on the net, and Carer Kara arrived. She did the deeds, had a laugh, and checked on the wounds on my head; bless her. ♥ She doctored the wounds on my head from the bloody shaving 
I got back to the internet… I don’t think that Liberty-Global’s horrible $26 million-a-year salaried Oligarch, Mr Fries, is even aware of how pathetic Virgin has become! I’ll put it another way; He’s obviously not bothered in the slightest! He’ll be blithely unconcerned 
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana, and
Yet again!
This wonderful cloud formation soon gave way to misty high clouds – and you know what that tells you! Well, I hope you do and can tell me, please. Haha!
The mudslide was considerably less today.
The eyesight is getting worse again. It does that in the late afternoons, getting worse as the night arrives
I’m back, tomorrow morning, well, afternoon. (It was a busy, busy morning). I took a photo of the end car park; the mudslide well reduced now, even though the rain was falling
I’m not sure if I intended to take this photograph, or if it was another accidental exposure. I’m known for my accidental exposures, you know. 
I got the meal served up. Roasted mini potato chunks, tomatoes, pretend bacon, and the rather misleading – but then again, I am misled easier nowadays as I prepare for the man with the 
scythe.
Before he left, he saw me looking at the Sunsetting and cursing that I could not get up to take photos of it. He kindly grabbed the camera and took these shots 
for me and the blog. I thanked home,
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I spotted that the, erm… whatever it was that had erupted twixt my Man-Breasts and titanically flabby urine-filled stomach; was getting paler… dying off, methinks?
As a perky Carer Chris was on his phone, I spotted that the leg ulcer, ..
on the right leg was leaking just a smidge of fluid close to the foot.
on the left, also spurting a drop or two out, and the cover was wet from earlier escapages of 
about resetting the box this time.
Five minutes later, the internet came back on, and I started to finish Tuesday’s Part Two blog…
fiddling experts who have a share in or own 40% of all the UK’s companies, and pat their top dog, M
Tea & bikkies again, while the Liberty-Global Virgin Media excuse for an internet service was down. 
The second was from the Queens Medical Centre, the EENT department, with an appointment for me, regarding the cataract situation.
They all amazed me.
others; rain is on the way, mayhap?
there at all. Hehe! This wider shot is so interesting to any Pareidolian with half-decent eyesight.
An hour or later rain cameth.
From the end opened window, it was a different story.
Going to make something to eat and get my head down… that’s the plan. The simplest of meals tonight. Baked beans & beetroot cubes, with a dollop of concentrated Borscht, some of the tasteless sliced bread rolls to dip in the Borscht. I enjoyed it, but not the cleaning up afterwards. 
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I do believe the taste buds are rejuvenating at last.
As the slithery-sidestepping, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, Oligarchs at Virgin Media were continuing with their destruction of various internet companies, presumably, they will get one to work one day, and all the others will fail as well; all a part of ulterior motive I mentioned earlier; I stood up from the swivel chair, grabbed at 
courtesy of 
performed, and simultaneously, the left water-filled leg lost all sense of feel, and I collapsed backwards. Missed the arm of the c196
, a cracker it was, too. 
saw to that. Due to the left leg giving way, I spun to my right, taking everything with me from the ottoman top, on my way down to fall flat on my back, landing with a thud, and banging my arm, chin, goolies and face en route… and in the immediately after landing – I could smell the laundry softener in the bag, as it burst open. I lay there twixt what I found to be: the torch, TV remote, four one-litre bottles of soda, two tonic water, and one of spring water… some even underneath me. A burst-open bag of cheesy curls, one pair of scissors and a written bill notification for £800 plus from the carers. Most painful!
. As mobility slowly returned I had a look around while waiting for the ambulance
Tidied up the Catheter.
I love these brown nights.
also bleeding!