Ruined the entire day with a new record of internet failures. I bet that the Oligarchs at
are proud of themselves. Over 35 times! There is no time to get all the usual bits done and posted. Sorry about this.
Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice-Chairman of Liberty Global, took home a salary of $ 62 million in FY2.
I hope he’s not too worried about this dreadful record… Mind you, I’ve little doubt that this paying billions to buy  Virgin Media, then letting it go to pot, is a part of some underhand, amphibological, clandestine-scheming, obscure, get-richer-than-ever plot?
Sorry again for this blog, but also for Mr Fries and his number-crunching and bending 
taking over the world’s internet. A financial plot, that will upset and destroy a lot of bloggers who joined one of his invested-in or owned companies, with no independent alternatives available other than ones left.
A cunning and working ploy from the boy!
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Worst Internet Blogging Day Ever!
Good shade.
Actually, I drank this one.
Getting 
to take a view shot…
And somehow took this one of whatever it was?
I’ve no idea?
However, I did find the one above on the SD card.
No idea when I took this one.
At least, I thought it was. I had a go at the crossword.
Then, after a day or two (Hehe!) Trotsky Terence
flushed out and sprayed its evacuated product.
Not sure I meant to take this photo…
Or can’t remember why.
The fog came down.
Got some potatoes in the crock pot.
I left it on a high setting.
After many hours of fighting with the Oligarchs,
failing internet, cursing and considering going into a mass dank depression, I went to put the kettle on to find that the potatoes, all but three anyway, had broken apart. Tsk!
The fog turned to a mist, clearing now?
I spent so many mind-concentrating hours battling the frequently flipping failing internet and not getting anywhere; I also dreamed up some new chants in hopes that they may get to Mr Fries and turn him into a compassionate man… I know, fool! I didn’t notice until the pains started coming from the bladder and then 
dropped down with the weight of the urine as I stood up to reset the router for the eleventh time. Another followed! Why am I not surprised?
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Both the top and bottom straps came undone.
By the time I’d fumbled to get them back on and fastened,
the had gone off again!
I considered spitting, swearing and wailing to the Good Lord I didn’t believe in for a few moments...
Then, 
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A backwards and twisting to the right as I stood up from repairing the straps. Undoubtedly, from my having to bend down, and this let in 
and 
to help me go over… However, this time I fell on my bum onto the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, ÂŁ300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner.
Cleaned up & 
, stopped the bleeding quickly enough.
All sorted out.
Gave up my computing. I’ll try to finish this in the morning if I get up on time.
I took three shots of the sky.
Top to the left, centre ahead, & bottom one to the right.
I’d been looking forward to the Cumberland sausages.
A Great disappointment.
Not enough potatoes after all the others disintegrated in the crock pot I’ve left on a high setting. The tomatoes were bitter-tasting. And the sausages… I only ate two of them with some bread. They looked okay but tasted foul!
Flavour Rating: 1½/10. Tsk!
Got a letter from the Doctor, found it on the floor near the door, been there for many an hour, and it had been partly opened? That’s poor! I’ll check it out in the morning.
TTFNski
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.
arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new 
Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with 
having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. 
, with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for 
to come again, so she could go through it with me to check I’d not missed anything? Anyway, if I had, I’d lost it. 
chimed out from the front door. I was 
delighted
danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
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and 
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knees, with the risk of bursting 
to get to the alert Box anyway, so it would be easier to use it now. 
What am I saying? The total 
hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. 
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers.
As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, 
what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, 
It wasn’t letting me get the 
Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
FIND THE FAULT
knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. 
Then clean up the fallen and trodden on bits of flesh from the kitchen floor. By the time I’m done all this, the potatoes were checked, and found to be ready for noshing! Good job I’d put the Germolene on, cause that’s where I might have burnt myself again, taking the tray out of the kiln.
hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen 
, and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 
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NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the 
to the plutocratic, pathetic, figure amending and altering, analysations, deconstruction, dissection and manipulativeness of their evaluations, interpretations of the real facts that exist! Yet they continue to buy into so many more internet suppliers companies or buy them out, so as to get their Oligarchal advantage; thus, they can get away with being such crap providers, cause as I see it, anyone leaving Virgin, can only move to another supplier that 
LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
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I spent more time than ever toying, resetting and praying that things might come on and stay on.
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arrived. He took the sunset photos on his mobile phone, and I took some with 
Ist photo of the day.
Oh, dear, the kitchen view shot went wrong. Haha!.
Ah, that’s a bit better!
Nocturnal Pouch.
Medicationings.
Mug of tea.
Blue & grey mix in the clouds and sky.
Kodak Tim is in night mode.
This one was in sunset mode.
2nd and last mug of tea is allowed.
Nosh sorted it out.
Followed by a Christmas Tree ice cream lolly.
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The Ablutioning sessions, of which there were many, were all unpleasant affairs, with 
being in full control throughout.
told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, 
from 
Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit! 
Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!
for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth.
Why did I take this one?
And what was this one of?
Got the waste bags sorted.
Then the Asda order arrived.
Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings!
Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time?
Bottom freezer draw.
Middle freezer draw.
Top food cupboard.
Bottom food cupboard.
Teatime views. 
An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!
Curried beans, tomato passata, with
I got a mite carried away with the seasoning?
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Not so good, a little too dark again. 
fetched my up-to-date modern Nokia 
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But had to change plans as the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Off to the wet room, naturally taking Nokia Nelly with me, and of course. As soon as I started hobbling any distance, the terrible twins, 
started the odd bit of botherisationing. The third time, 
done before the Carer came; it was only about 05:30hrs, and the Carers usually come later on weekends. So I did!
No intention of having a shower; why? I’ll tell Ayer… When I struggled to get the diabetic socks off, flakes of skin shot all over the wet room, and are a bugger to get up from the floor due to the non-slip surface. If I had gone in the shower, there was so much skin peeling off it may well have blocked the drain. 
I sorted through the medications to find something to put on the flaking skin on both my legs, forehead, and chin. I tried the 
Sudocrem cream. No good!
legs? Hehe! Seriously, they were so skinny for a change.
I put some of the cream on the legs and will ask whoever the Carer is if they can manage okay to get the
I was about to sort out which of the many varieties of old men’s nappies I had in stock, but the innards urged me to change plans and get back down post-haste to the WC seat without any delay. So I 
did. But the came out was the longest-ever blast of wind?
for the larger ones this time, the Morrisons Unisex type. What a farce it was getting them on! I kid you not! 
I utilised the small picker-upperer, trying to take care not to split the fabric of the pants with the sharp end. Again, not easy… in fact, I made such a mess that I was on the verge of leaving the damned pants off! But daren’t, in case I get a bleed from both 
at the same time as 
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, and is famous for having me over, the no warning 
routine. Now, of course, these are joined by the
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is because it is! Particularly Today! I managed, in response to a mini-leg-dance from the right leg, I tore the PP right down and did consider crying at the time. I had to get another pair of PPs and start all over again… 
getting the PPs on. What a mess! However, getting the fresh PPs on did go much better… just as painful, mind you.
With all the flipping, kerfuffling and cleaning up, I think the session took me well over two hours! Fortuitously, the Carer arrived late, it being the weekend, so I didn’t miss her coming. 
Then the innards gurgled, and wind escaped from my rear end. So, off to the 
I hobbled.
, and associated frustrations 
and agonies that I had to contend with… and will all need doing again tomorrow!
weather for Nottingham.
made a fantastic job of fitting on for me. Thanks, mate, a great job well done! As you can see in the photograph above left, Israel’s fitting was so good that I could, with his help, get the slippers on top of the strappings. I was very impressed!
Flying around seagulls caught my eye a little earlier through the balcony windows. I went out to investigate. I believe they were all hunting for birds, rats and squirrels to eat for tea. I watched their ploy for an hour; it was fascinating.
Here is the answer to the little puzzle.
Potatoes – slow oven cooked.
to seasoning the spuds, I only had white cheddar extra strong cheese, now out of my favourite, usual Red Leicester Cheese. 
After consuming every bit of the meal, I went to get the washing up done.
evening’s dusky view. But decent ones I couldn’t do.
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, Saccades Sandra, and 
it’s not surprising.  
Typing this reminded me of my upcoming visit to the QMC, EENT, to have the eyes checked that have been done to correct the Cataracts in both. I think they may then explain the procedure/stroke treatment (Laser again?) to tackle 
left eye. I checked on the calendar; It’s on Friday the 1st of December. Tuesday, the 21st of November, is the first of four visits to the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk. has arranged the lifts with 
to get me there and back. Then I’ll have to make sure I remember to ask 
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before leaving. I’m not drinking anything before going out to avoid the pouch filling and having nowhere to empty it in private! Cause it will mean the removal of the trousers to get at it, and having to struggle to rearrange the re
when it goes back on… Remember to take the hearing aids with me to the Ropewalk and all spectacles 
with me to the EENT. January radiology at the City Hospital, then the FND assessment at the Mental Health Nuthall Hospital in Bulwell is coming up…
started tormenting me straight away. I really didn’t realise just how many things I had done wrong in the past. Mistakes, wrong choices made, and lamentable decisions I’d taken and made. at one point, had me believing that getting shot the first time was my own stupid fault! He would not ease up, so I clambered out of the recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to put the 
kettle on. 
Photographics?
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made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, sh
have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
A short but painful
against the metal chair wheel.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
I can recall them all. 
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Nocturnal wee-wee bag a smidgeon darker this morning.
All three waste bags were put in one big one.
As per usual, this is a poor morning kitchen view shot.
Ut a while later, I did manage a decent one of the Chestnut Way end car park. The mudslide just forming.
The rain came next.
As he was dishing out the medications, the intercom rang out. It was Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic… Gawd, I love her!
She did the 
, and helped show 
Spent many hours on the blog and Word file. Nearly as long as I did on the 
Made a brew of Glengettie.
I finally took a decent photo 
Cor Blimey, a half-decent evening shot, too!
Fishless fish-sticks. Anya potatoes, the last of the tomatoes, pickled cooked beetroot, and two bread rolls slathered with Non-Butter butter.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
, Tsk!
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Carried out the balance routine, rose gingerly, and into the kitchen with
in tow. 
kind Carers.
and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt 
on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. 
I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good!
The tea went cold again.
In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet!
such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other. 
I used 
and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of 
, the idea escaped the clutches of my inattentive memory. Most annoying. So, if anyone can think of a funny or suitable quote, please let me know… it might be the one I had and lost? Hahaha!
The Nosh!
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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.
I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, ÂŁ300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something 
, which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives.
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the 
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done.
to 
Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, 
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. 
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains? 
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?
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I’m undergoing a lot more daily medical procedures now. After today, I shall have to cut down on the blog content. As much as I like doing them, there is no time to get caught up with them. It’s going to get even more time-consuming shortly. In December, it’s back to the EENT for more Cataract and glaucoma procedures. The leg and ankle strap changes twice a day, relying on the Carers & nurses
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the night pouch on.
Morning view ahead.
Morning view to the left.
First mug of tea – went cold.
Asda order. 5 Not items available
Short-dated on some items.
Ah, nibbles & treats for Inchy!
It’s been raining again, and it still is!
Hello, Inchy is looking pleased?
All sorted leg & ankle-wise.
Delivery! Some nocturnal 
Specialist Asda ready-broken, already expensive, gone up-in-price bikkies were dunked in Glengettie tea. Note the self-control in not overeating?
Early evening view.
Nosh of the day.
Very nice, too! Slurp, belch!