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INCHIE: Wednesday 26th April 2023

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PURE CONFUSION

I started in the usual of late meandering around. Picking up the pain from each time I had to refill the W.C. tank by hand
However, the problem coping was not good at all. When the famously inept , I was just in the process and saving my work on Word, Excel, WordPress, and CorelDraw.
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After waiting for a  long time for Mr Fries’ money-manipulating Liberty-Global gang of oligarchically-minded smoke & mirrors utilisationing company to get it back online.
It’s not surprising; it’s been down five times in three days.
Up until around midday, things seemed (other than Liberty-Global – Virgin Media letting me down) had seemed to be going well…
Then, the computer stopped me from typing in anything. Was it the keyboard? I put in new batteries. With help, we got it going again in a short time. Ten minutes later off for the third visit. This time with the added excitement (That’s not the best choice of words), I had an !
Taking the last of three buckets of water to the wet room to refill the non-working W.C. tank…
I had a bout with , and dropped the bucket! There was not a lot of mess made … . Apart from spilling the water in the hallway and Wet room at the same time, , followed swiftly by rather pissed-me-off.
By the time I’d cleaned things up, I was a different person who entered the wet room. Absolute lack of concentration, getting befuddled almost without a reason. Sadly, no notes were taken down for this blog at all! Either that or, in my confusion, I threw away the wrong notes? But I always make notes? Fair enough, Sometimes I can’t read them… surely I did – didn’t I? What a day to miss doing them; with me suffering a horrible ‘Massive Mind Blank’, too! Harrumphs! I think it was for four hours or so in the afternoon? Or did I nod off? Some bits are plainly recallable, others like mud, unclear… but did they actually happen to me in the first place?
Only one ailment to blame!

Like the circadian event of Liberty-Global – Virgin Internet failure.
The guaranteed agony of fetching water to fill the W.C. tank.
The daily walking into a door frame, cabinet or cupboard. Thanks to
Sac & .
intermittently in the day, assured at night!
Here are the photos I found…
Some with no recollection of why…
One that I can’t even recognise…
SAD INNIT?

My awakening moment, and was in desperate need of a good scratching, scratching session.
Until O moved my crumpled dressing gown and saw the state of the Catherised knee…
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My first thought was of Pareidoliaing!
Immediately, I saw a face… blood spots as eyes with a mask on, bottom strap scar as lips, papules as a nose…
Can anyone else see it?

Moving to the left leg…
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The Water-Geyser Papules seemed to be wanting to erupt again?

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Early morning pictures of the view?

Mystery Photo
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I’ve no idea what it was of?

This one, I do recall…
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I heard the sound of the mobile tone and set about searching for it. It had to be in this room, else I would not have heard it…
A long search for the 1982 Nokia ensued. No luck.
I did find it this morning.
In the dressing gown pocket!

Photo of potatoes in the crock-pot.
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I’m certain, positive, sure that I took photos of the finished and served-up meal… I think! By the time I got around to updating this on Wednesday near noon, they were not on the SD card? The same with my memories of taking photos of the tree copse and people walking their dogs… am I getting confused with other days?
And I swear I took some poor-quality sunset pictures – none on the card again, either? Grumph!

Only these photos of the feet were left on the card???
I took these over the day, can’t recall the actual times, but think they are in order chronologically.

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Humpty Dumpty Feet!

Toodle-Pips!

Inchie: Tuesday 25th April 2023

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Balance all over the place – Browser issues – Constipation Conrad returns
Cataract Cathleen is worse than ever – rampant
causing much bleeding and hassle
Three efforts.
W.C. Water tank still not repaired – Carrying water from the kitchen every time I visit the – Painfully
I took photographicalisations to remind me what happened!
MAYHEM!
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Good, Morning!

Food Delivery. I’d just finished refilling the W.C. water tank for the second time this morning and was already giving me enough gip – but by the time I’d got these into the kitchen, agony reined. Seemed to stay with me all day long? Morrison’s had some fresh veg in stock!
Porridge, beetroot, milk, Shloer and treats for the callers and nurses.
Oh, and some extra painkillers in an effort to tame or at least calm down , and . They didn’t work!

Got two of the Desiree red potatoes in the crock pot.
When cooked, I’ll slice them up to go in the veg soup I’m hoping to make, using the ready-cut vegetables & seasoning’. I can usually manage to cut the potatoes without any injuries… well, the odd cut or burnt finger or droppings of the product. Tsk!

Took these shots of the sky and clouds, and I did a spot of jolt decent ‘Peaceful-Pareidoliaing’ for a while.
Plenty in these two for any pareidoliain to enjoy.

Hours of blog work later, I sliced the boiled potatoes and got them into the oven to crisp and toughen up to go in the soup.
Got the ready-cut vegetable in the saucepan.
Added some more seasoning to taste.
Got the baked potatoes added, served up and feasted! I’d left some in the pan to warm up tomorrow… it seemed a good idea…

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Guess who ate his nosh, totally unaware that the idiot had left the heat on under the saucepan? Here’s a clue…
What a mess! I did my bestest to salvage the saucepan…
It is now laid to rest in multiple black coffin bags and laying at rest at the bottom of the waste chute tunnel.
R.I.P. It was an expensive one too! I now have four saucepan lids that don’t necessarily fit any of the others. And the waste tip was the destination of all four of them. Ah, there’s an idea, an Ode to Saucepan Owning Dementia Doreen Sufferers? Still, I have to say I really did enjoy the flavour of this effort; Not the cremation of the fodder left in the doomed saucepan; I meant the food I ate. Thought I’d mention that just for clarificationalistacalisationing.

After digging out what I could of the burnt offerings to go on the plate, this concrete had to get dished with the saucepan.

Worra Wild Sunset View!
Another Pareidoliaing session with this one.
Can you see the flying bird?
Dolphins in the sky?
The running tap?
Or is it just me?
Who can see?

Hehehe!

Oh, the nosh’s flavour rating, I missed that. Sorry.
Taste Rating: 7.5/10. Nice!

Auf Wiedersehen!

Inchie: Monday 24th April 2023

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I could tell yers most of it in this paragraph.
Talk about relaxed and out-of-it!
Nothing hassled me, and there was plenty of
reasons to get upset.
I’ll use the few photos I took.
Cheers from him, who’s lost it!

First photo after the calamity of carrying the water from the kitchenette to refill the still unmended, non-working W.C. tank.
Lost balance and dropped the bucket.
Got the shave and washing done and really worked hard to get the P.P.s on. A minor Accifauxpas hit my back on the door when I toppled precariously but did not go down. Naturally, this kicked off BPB Back-Pain-Brenda. Been nibbling painkillers throughout the day, yet it didn’t phase me, and I kept calm?

Cleaned up the mess from the bucket fiasco… well, the water, W.C. and checked the taps were off!

Took another shot from the same place.

I got deep into concentrating on the blog work.
The Carer arrived, & did the medicationalisticalisationing.

♥ Heavenly Delight! ♥
Then, I do like this title; The QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, Warfarin nurse called to take my blood sample to check the INR level. Sweet Hristina ♥

My Pareidoliaing came to the fore when I looked at yesterday’s photo above. Danged if I can see it now, but I saw a pig’s face and snout in the photo. This encouraged me to make this graphic. Blown if I can see it now… but it’s well late in the day before I got to doing this blog, and my eyes are always worserer when I get tired.

Afternoon shot, taken when I went to the kitchen to make my first mug of Glengettie tea. (I said I was feeling odd, didn’t I?).
I left it on the side near the kettle, and I heard the phone going off. Hobbled to get it answered before whoever it was, rang off.

It was the lady from the QMC Haematology, Anticoagulation, Deep Vein Thrombosis, and Warfarin Clinic. She reminded me that I have missed the last four appointments with my Doctors to give my blood sample. I calmly stated: I’ve had all your letters telling me, and the Carer rang the Doctors for me, who said there were no appointments made at all. She asked about my eating and, what the Carers do for me, how do they give the medications. In my hand in a tub. Do they always give you the correct medications? No idea; I usually just take them and swallow them. I trust them. Adding: That’s because when I took them myself, I was getting them wrong. That’s why the carers started coming. When I mentioned to her that the haematology nurse came this morning, she was not aware of this. I can’t remember the other questions, but there were plenty of them.

I had to visit the Porcelain Throne for the third time, which of course, entailed the struggle with the buckets of water to refill the not-working W.C. tank. BPB was already bad but got worse!

I added some more Paracetamol to my order for tomorrow, with a packet of Nuro… whatever they are called, to the order.

Took a photo of the early evening view.
Noticing that a local house was having an extension built.
I am a nosy devil! Hehehe!

Care Jodie arrived. Got the evening medications sorted for me. We had a mini-gossip and a laugh.

The leg was itching underneath the day pouch.
The weeing got more frequent suddenly.

Evening shot.
Pareidoliaing opportunity here?

Carer arrived. I got on the computer after the gal
went off on her rounds, I fetched another bottle of
spring water, and took this shot above.

Well, I must get something to eat.
Back in the morning… well…

Tuesday Morning 0650hrs Catch-up…

So, tired, and the return of a was coming on. After two days of hairy-fairyness and feeling out of it, this came almost as a shock to me. The depths of misery flooded my every essence, and I genuinely feared for my sanity – I wasn’t coping well at all with this bout of sudden despondency.
Yet as I had two, almost at the same time, this seemed to bring me back to normalcy… well, as close as I’ll ever get to it, anyway, with my mind withering with being eaten and tormented by accompanied by the day-long pains from . (Nearly lost the plot there with waffling).

An erupted as I was washing the pots. I made a grab for Metal-Mickey, knocked my knee against the cabinet, and toppled a dish from the draining board; that hit the , catching and knocking the release valve on its way down to smash, seemingly at the time, into a million pieces, as I wee’d down my leg onto the kitchenette floor, and into my slipper! I cursed and swore proliferously as my first reaction to the acci-whoop. Initially, my language and responses were getting increasingly more volatile.
❶ I closed the catheter pouch valve first actioning.
❷ Got my slipper off and binned it.
❸ Then, trod on some of the broken crockery pieces.
❹ Swept up the pottery slivers. Sealed and binned them.
❺ Got the Speed-Mop out and cleaned the floor.
❻ Stood in a bucket with Dettol in the water and cleaned and sanitised my foot.
❼ Refilled the bucket with water so it was ready for my next need of the , to refill the still-not-working W.C. tank.
❽ These actions had given , a new impetus to inflict even more pain on me!
❾ I took a Codeine and Paracetamol.

Then at long last, got around to making a scratch meal. Close to midnight now! Made some cheesy potato mash and found some, hopefully, in-date soy mini-sausages in the fridge, with a good splashing of BBQ sauce. Two bread rolls and a pot of strawberry dessert. Very nice simple nosh; I was too tired to bother with anything fancy. Flavour-Rating: 7.10.

It was while ingesting this surprisingly edible meal… that I realised that I had calmed down so much since the last round of cruel , apart from the pain they left me in, they seem to have had no lasting detrimental implications now at all?

The gave me a break last night. ! However, the combined forces of and rejuvenated assured me of another bad night for waking up far too often. Humph!

Toodle-Pips!

Inchie: Saturday 22nd April 2023 – The Internet’s obscurity, uncertainty and ambiguity, are a total mystery to me!

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The Internet’s obscurity, uncertainty and ambiguity…
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This will probably be My Shortest ever Blog!
Thanks to Firefox, the computer, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Shaking-Shoulder=Shirley and/or Colin Cramps; or any variation of the above, highly possibly, all of them!.
I’ll explain: There I was, grafting away blogging my little heart out; Pleased that things were going so well… well, apart from the odd attack from my
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As near to contented as I’ve been.

I’d got the top section graphics done ready: Cartoon, Ode, Spikes Quote, and the Health Statistics graphic completed, and on the blog…
THEN DISASTER STRUCK!
As I was putting the (only) photographicalisation of the day on CorelDraw, had the WordPress tag open and the Internet home page open, and a Firefox page opened. Took three photos of them; in the morning, I made the graphic below, so you can see my confusion.

I could not get this tag to close, open any others, or close the programme. Baffled, now? The top said ‘Firefox Process.
The number on the right of the list varied between ‘Idle’, 0.2% to 4.1%… but they kept changing all the time and jumping from one line to another? What could I do?
So I left it on the screen in hopes that it may come to a conclusion or decision; let me know and tell me what to do?
11- hours later, in the early hrs of the morning, it was only showing at what I thought must be the overall % done rate, 0.3%?
I boldly turned it off at the plug.
In the morning, I shall cross my fingers and pray and then try to get it going again.
Mission impossible? The Computer’s Imminent Death?
Sod it if it is!

As you can work out by this, it survived another day.
Not sure if I will – Will anything ever go right for me?
Silly Question!

TTFN

Inchie: Friday 21st April 2023

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Mind you, it only lasted for two minutes.  Things started and ended up in their usual rather chaotic, cumbersome, clueless, cruelly-mistake and error-filled lack of knowing what I was doing: What was it? And most of
whatever it was that I was doing was either not finished or forgotten about. Morning and then in the evening, the sparse few details of my
intentions, plans & designs merged with an unreality, but that seemed okay with me at the time. I quite liked that!

According to the sparsity of scribbled notes on the pad, I got up at 06:00hrs.
Removed the night pouch and took it to be emptied and sanitised. En route, and I can really remember this; partly due to its the first time I’d done it for many days and secondly for the agony that followed it. acci-whoop I had a , and cringed, whinged and moaned a little to myself.
I did notice that my blood was keeping away from my feet and toes?. Took this snap to show you.
The wee-wee in the night bag was a very good colour, although there was not an awful lot of it?
Not peeing, toe-stubbing, and now a blood-clot-threatening lack of movement from the cardiovascular system had gone on strike. Haha!
The betterer day was short-lived!

A sudden, urgent and unstoppable evacuation began of its own accord – no warning this time. I barely made it in time, had I not been in the kitchen, I would a phoo’d myself; that’s how close it was. Huh! was back in charge of the evacuations. More time was lost cleaning and freshening up and fetching water from the kitchen to refill the non-working WC water tank. Had a quick wash, and I got the kitchenette floor mopped. I did take a snap of it, but for some reason, it was not on the SD card?

Got the computer on, and the first Carer called. A little natter after she’d serviced me. Back to the blogging for yesterday that had not been done yet. It’s gonna be a long day again! 

They just can’t get it right. Can they at Liberty-Global?
His bosses at the oligarch’s money-manipulating business bought out Virgin Media and have got involved financially with ‘3’, Vodafone and EE, as well. As they lyingly say on their web page:

We’re building Tomorrow’s Connections Today, bringing people together through the power of our technology. Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. With our investments in fibre-based and 5G networks, we play a vital role in society, currently providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond. We’re creating national champions, combining the best broadband and mobile networks under brands such as Virgin Media-02 in the UK, Vodafone-Ziggo in The Netherlands, Telenet in Belgium, Sunrise in Switzerland, Belgium, Virgin Media in Ireland and UPC in Slovakia. Liberty Global Ventures, our global investment arm, has a portfolio of more than 75 companies and funds across content, technology and infrastructure, including strategic stakes in ITV, Univision, Plume, Lionsgate and the Formula E racing series.

Our scale enables us to transfer knowledge and expertise (other than how to get an Internet service to Nottingham that isn’t going down all the time) across our operations and investments, creating a dynamic family of brands united in the pursuit of innovation and excellence. (Giggle!) And we’re prioritising diversity, equity and inclusion in our workplace and communities while reducing our impact on the environment. We are using technology as a force for good; for our people, our partners and the planet.

Hahaha! A World Leader? Armholes!

They can’t even get an unbroken, working signal to Nottingham. And they have a mast up the hill from the flats. Of course, it may be an old one from when Virgin was reliable, trustworthy and economical to use?

Second Carer called. Medicated and had a chin-wag for a couple of minutes; she checked the taps and stove for me, took the rubbish bag,

I got a call from the Haematology nurse, Kristina. She is going to call on me Monday, twixt 9-10am. Lovely to hear from her. First time in about nine weeks now. ♥

Turned everything off to give the computer a rest and went to get the done. With EQ warning me to take care! So I will, I must; he’s never wrong, you know, about upcoming mishaps, Accifauxpas, whatever, back in 2 hours or so. (Sorry, I mean in the morning.)

Good morning – updating now…

Got the nosh sorted.
A better taste this time. (It’s about time too!) Not been very successful with
vegetable soup (canned); I made extra gravy and cooked some mushrooms with a splash of liquid smoke. Taste-Rating: 802/10.
Just got settled to eat it and the TV on, and the evening carer arrived. was patient and sorted the medications out. I told him that the INR DVT Warfarin nurse had called and is coming to take a blood sample on Monday. He seemed pleased for me, knowing as he did that no one had been for eight-weeks now. He shot off so that I could eat the meal, bless him.
When I went to wash the empty dish and things, I found I’d left the hot water tap running, and the hob on the cooker too! A bout of self-cursing and disgust followed!

Delved into the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, got the TV back on; and promptly fell into a deep comforting sleep.Waking bouncingly,. as the door chime woke me, and the late Carer Joanne called. She added the night bag to after giving me a painkiller. We had a little nonsense natter, and off she went on her rounds.

That was it for sleeping; tired as I felt, the kicked-off! After a while, I gave up, got up and was glad I did, for the night view was grand and photographable in the extreme.

Pareidoliaing perfection…Superb!
Warm colours.
Grand!

I got back into the flea-bitten recliner, and no sooner had I settled than the fan-dangled visited. They seemed to be having a discussion and not including me this time? The oddest thing, feeling, sensation that I’ve had in a long time.

This went on for ages, and then suddenly, it snapped back into the usual assault of guilt, stupidity and shame directed straight at me. (Which is the usual thing, so, somehow, it comforted me?)
But  was still resistant.

I recall using the wind-up torch to make sure that the wee was getting through to the , and seeing that it was 02:00hrs.
I reckon I drifted off thereabouts and didn’t stir until 06:00hrs.

TTFNski!

Inchie: Thursday 20th April 2023 – Pareidoliaing

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Eyesight causes Problems with computing, error messages, and freezing programmes. CorelDraw is farcical; more time was used to reset and discover the new layout and make mistakes than actually working on it. The water tank on W.C. is still not working.
On the bright side, is not so bad this morning.
I didn’t get to start this blog until Thursday morning.
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A decent colouration of urine.

Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!

Morning view from the kitchenette.

Got the potatoes into the crock-pot.
Only added salt. What’s the white stuff?

I spent a terrible few hours doing nothing other than when a carer called, but making mistakes and getting things in a mess with the new CorelDraw.
This has, of its own accord, changed every single Cdr. file to this new version, meaning I cannot use any of the other three CorelDraws I have, and used as get-me-throughs in the past cock-ups, and now I’ll not have these options to try… and needed it several times today. How such a dimwit as me got it going again… well, a miracle?
Late evening by the time I got around to photographicalisations.

PAREIDOLIAING DELIGHT!
Gorgeous eyes in the sky.

Zoomed-in; See the face?

Sunsetting

Bootiful!

Went to get the meal sorted.
The sky had changed to an unusual shade?

Sorted the nosh, and it looked good…
But it didn’t taste good at all!
Asda made sourdough cobs – Tasteless!
Potatoes undercooked!
Beetroot, I bent the knife, trying to slice them.
Concrete comes to mind!
The tomatoes were okay.
Taste-Rating: 2.5/10.
Shame!

TTFNski!

Inchie: Wednesday 19th April 2023

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Unbelievable, Another tooth-pulling day; perplexing, flustering, yet in many a way, an almost acceptable day! There were yet again problems with CorelDraw that almost had me giving up. Combined with the computer snags and mystifying ways, and the worst, only over-worrying thing was the cataracted eye and the decrease in vision all day… still struggling, and the hospital will be called in the morning. If I can get in, the blog will have to be rested. No time to even make notes again, so my dodgy memory will have to be pushed to the limit – not that it isn’t now!

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Woke up. (Well, it seemed a good idea?).
Emptied the pouch.

Ablutionalisationings were done and onto the computer.
My vision seemed a lot worse this morning.
Five Porcelain Throne visits today.

While filling the not working water tank with buckets of water from the kitchen, I caught a view of my mush in the shaving mirror. (A nasty thing to do at the best of times, but at five o’clock in the morning, it was scary!) The Cateracted right eye seemed to be closing itself?.
No wonder I was struggling on the computer.

The first Carer, Kara, arrived as I was photographing what looked to me like a car crash. These are the photos that fooled me & Cataract Katie.
After she pointed it out to me that it wasn’t a tank or smashed car accident, but the trees and shadows, I did feel a clot! Eventually, with the aid of the magnifying glass, I saw what she described.

I found a picture that I took by accident. Thanks, Peripheral Pete!
I think I was putting the loose lens cap back on the camera.
It was my left-hand palm… I think.

Mid-afternoon, I dragged myself away from the cock-up   I’d made on CorelDraw yesterday and had to replace the missing dockers and icons.
Will I live long enough to finish the job? Hahaha!

Just before the tea, Carer called; I took these two shots of the blinding sun straight at me. I had to close my right eye so couldn’t see what they looked like. The sun’s strong light was reflecting on everything shiny out there.

Another 4 hours and I got yesterday’s blog finished and posted off.
Prepped the meal ready for cooking later. Mushrooms cut and cooked, added some garden peas to the pan and got the oven tray ready for the chips to go in to have with the veg. The soy mini sausages are ready in the fridge. Having them cold. I went back to the computer for a half-hour to make a start on this blog. 3 hours later. I got up to hear… I mean, here and went to check on the well-cooked mushrooms. Tsk!

Aha, a late sunset!
While pottering with cooking and salvaging some mushrooms for half an hour, I took these pictures about five minutes from the one before.

Well, I’m going to get some nosh now.
TTFN.

Good Morning, I’m back!
All bright and bubbly, joyful, contented, almost feeling carefree and untroubled… Well, alright, I lied! But I was still so tired, but on the bright side, had eased off at long last. Okay, I know had replaced her. Oh… and I kid you, not here… my were nowhere to be found! .

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Vegan mini-sausages 9.2/10, Chips 6/10, Chestnut Mushrooms 7/10, garden peas 7/10, Disappointing sourdough rolls 5/10, beetroot 7.2/10. The plain yoghourt and lemon curd, a decent 7.5/10. The two gabs of cheesy Curls eaten afterwards, 8/10. Guilt? Me? Yes. My recently acquired arithmaphobia prevents me from working out an average… ah, the computer calculator…
I’ll try to see if I can work it out there…

It shows an average Taste Rating of 8.128571428571429.
Of course, I knew that.

I enjoyed that. It may not have been a gourmet meal, haute, or nouvelle cuisine, but it satisfied my proletariat level of epicureanism.

The last Carer arrived, and dang-me, I forgot to remind her about the night bag. Well, I was sat in the £300, second-hand, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, sleep-deterring, nauseatingly beige-coloured, not-working recliner, half asleep at the time… Still, I should have remembered.
Guilty; as self-charged! Hehe!
Medications were given, a little natter, and off she flew on her missions.

I was going to watch some TV, but it didn’t pan out like that. Well, I did watch some of the New Tricks episode, about five minutes worth in total over about an hour, with my constant nodding off and waking up, with sharp pullulating jerks. I gave up on the TVing, turned it off, and got my feet up on the chair, and gave in to the demands of my body for sleep…
and , The damnable invaded the brain… as I expected, they are having a party-time with me for the last seven nights on the trot!
But still, I kept waking up, a few times shuddering, flapping, or threshing about? It was never any bother getting back to sleep mind; to be greeted by the crude yet again and jumping awake. I had to go and empty the small day pouch and noticed it was 04:00 hours. I got back down, and much to my pleasure, the must-have worn themselves out. (or, had gone on holiday?) Zzz!

I need help from someone with hypnosophy!
Someone who knows computers & cinology,
I may struggle with my theopathy…
I have no signs of thalassophobia.
But mostly with my lost sagacity!

Adieu, adios, ciao,  farewell & Tara!
Mon Ami’s