It seems to me that every week, some animal is freed from a life sentence for murder and commits another killing! This scumball Bierton has now achieved three murders of elderly women, two while released from prison with the blessings of the overpaid, incompetent members of our HMG Parole Board, killers!
Enough is enough!!!
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Well, what happened when I woke up at 04:30 was terrific. I thought as I looked through the open, curtained balcony window, a ghost or even person waving at me! Well, when I got around to uploading the photo I took of it: Of course, it could have been splattered nocturnal bird poo?
It did look like that. Can you see it? Or is it just me and 
having a mental disagreement over the issue? Obviously, it is just a reflection from somewhere. I hope! Hahaha!
I escaped from the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966 built, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner, and released the Catheters nocturnal pouch, and took a snap of it with.
The contents were much lighter this morning.
After ponderisationing for a while, I made a decision…
Yes! These things still happen occasionally. I recall making up my mind in 1961, August 27th it was. But Grizelda had other ideas on that occasion, so we didn’t go to the pictures but stayed at home, making mad, passionate love. I recall it, cause I’m still hoping to be in that position again before I croak out…Â
Oh no, I can’t, can I, not now, with the bloody Catheter on and the damned Finasteride tablets tearing my prostate to shreds, thus I have no way of producing the goods anymore. Gragknangles!
Not that I’m likely to find myself in such a position again. I’m waffling, aren’t I? Sorry. I grabbed hold of, it and limped into the kitchen to get the kettle on to make a brew of my favourite drinkie, Glengettie tea. But the site through the windows, was showing the moon through the clouds. So I fetched 
, and had a go at taking a decent shot for once.Â
I was pretty pleased with my first close-up effort.
I tried again, a little more zoomed in.
By Jimminee, this was a decent effort.
I nearly got excited; it’s been that long since a shot-in-the-dark photo came out like this for me, after so many failures or intentional modern art efforts. That aÂ
erupted. Haha!
But the kettle did not get put on. My memory magically and momentarily engaged and reminded me that I had to shower and shave before a Carer arrived.
A change of plans again; my hesitancy, indecisiveness. uncertainty and dithering returned.
I made another decision – Oh, Yes! I will not have a shower at this time in the morning and wake the neighbours with the noise it makes. I’ll have a strip wash and shave instead. I was pretty pleased with myself for doing that, and yet another mini 
was enjoyed…but not for long.
I got the clothes ready to get into, put the dressing gown in the laundry bag, and tackled getting the diabetic socks off of the legs. This was when I realised I had not taken off the alert alarm or medical wristbands, so I did. Then, I had the wrong glasses on for shaving as I went in through the wet room door. As I turned to go back to swap the specs, I hit the door frame with the right shoulder, and this set-off, 
, which was not a good thing when shaving. My 
started to fall all over the place! The earlier enjoyed smug modes were a distant memory now. So, I changed plans after a little ambivalent faffling. I decided to remove the PPs…
Gawd, had Little 
ever bled so much before overnight. NO! The blood had dried rock solid on my hair and skin! Naturally, the removal of the pants caused it to start bleeding afresh! More mess to clean up and another battle to stop it bleeding!
I’ll not mention the pain, either. But it hurt.
Then, as I was struggling to to get the fresh PPs on…
That was nice for a change.
So, the rear quarters were thoroughly washed and medicated… taking care not to disturb .
Then, a good all-over body scrub. Well, where could I reach to get it without bending and causing any further damage to the testicle quarters?
Then, being as had died down, I tackled the shaving. Amazingly, I avoided any cuts on the neck or face whatsoever!
Oh, dearie, me…
I was putting away the shaving tackle, I dropped a razor, & automatically grabbed it before it hit the deck.
So, the medicationalisationing started again. I sliced a mini-slither of flesh from the end of my thumb on the razor blades. Luckily it was the right thumb, so there was no pain at all, as we were not getting through to my brain to tell it what had happened at the time. A heck of a lot of cleaning and medication had to be done. Tsk!
Thanks to the Germolene and heavy-duty plasters.
I got the fresh togs on and off to the kitchen to prepare the potatoes and peas for later.
I returned to the wet room to check I’d not left the water running; all was safe.
The itching started again on the legs.
I got on the computer, but the itching was very tempting to scratch, but I managed to avoid it.
Made a brew at last.
The lad looked drained when he came and was not in a good mood; he’d been doing extra calls.
I asked him if he would put some of the cream for the Acne on my legs. He did so, and then he got the diabetic socks and legging straps.
Hope he can get some rest today.
Afternoon Shot.
Evening Shot.
Night shot to the right.
Night shot ahead.
Night shot to the left.
Not so good, this one.
Nibbler 
did the last two calls.
removed.
The papule lesions were creamed by Chris.
This may have been a top-scoring rating had it not been for the terrible Asda potatoes. The sausages, peas and, in particular, the green pickled tomato salad were all great and tasty! I’ve taken to these pickled tomatoes. The ingredients are Green Tomatoes 50%, Water, Red Pepper, Vinegar, Sugar, Carrot, Onion, and Salt. At only £1.69 a jar on a Special Offer at Asda, I got carried away and ordered another jar to be added to next week’s delivery. Nice, tangy!
Now For a Shock for You (and me)…
YEE-HAA!
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TEA: Standard. Turkey slice, cheese slice, pork sausage roll, boiled egg, coleslaw, tossed salad, baguette and fruit cake. Halal: Halal turkey slice, cheese slice, halal sausage roll, boiled egg, coleslaw, tossed salad, baguette and fruit cake. Vegan and vegetarian: Samosa and bhaji, vegan cheese, vegan sausage roll, hummus, carrot and celery, nut and bean tossed salad and vegan flapjack.
Well, this cheered me up a smidgeon! It was photo’d this morning in Sherwood, too!
04:15hrs: I stirred back into a poor semblance of a mock imitation life. Again, the first ailment to bother me was from 
. She was giving me some hassle when I first tried to move the knee to get into a position to photograph the overnight catheter pouch. I took the picture and then tackled the task of removing my rhinoceros-like body from the clutches of the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid 
Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner. Which brought to mind the promised delivery of the proper safety rail not 
maturing
Washed and cleaned up, then went to the kitchen and saw the moon was in view. So, I fetched from the front room and tried to get a close-up shot of the planet. 
did to you?
out decently, I thought! The nearby unseen clouds in the other pictures gave it a certain ambience… is that the right word?
I tried a wider shot, which came out with more colour. There is obviously a reason for this. But I’ve no idea what it was. Hehehe!
Onto the computer. A lot of work is needed, with me being far behind everything. I need to make templates (A long, long job), graphics, the ode, and get a new cartoon made… but; 
, my plans were changed when I felt the blood trickling on my leg. 
! Back to the wet room. 
they’d been decorated for Christmas with rich red spots. Which was (blood, Hahaha!). Things did not go well… I’d not put the cap back on the Daktacort ointment properly, and it had hardened so much that it could 
not be used. So, stopping the flow was a difficult job. I had to use the only thing I could try, the Germolene cream. Which is not a blood-
stopper but is a good pain-easer. Half a roll of toilet paper and ten minutes later, the bleeding seemed to be easing off. So I put some kitchen towelling inside the PP’s. I must remember to check it later in case it leaks again. It was nice that I’d rolled some towelling in there; it made it look bigger. Sad, innit?
Back to the computer, and ‘Oh, Susan chimed out from the door chime. had arrived. I asked him not to put on the diabetic socks, or 
, as I was hoping to get a shower and shave later on. Because of many reasons, this did not happen! Richard sorted the medications; extra Paracetamol and Peptac were given. I didn’t wish him a Happy Christmas cause I knew he was working over the holidays, but I hoped he’d get some sleep in. Nice chap, even if he does tell me off. Hehe!
Concentrated on getting the first job done. Creating the templates for a few future blogs.
 
got up to. But the lad understood, I think. He even took a photo of me wearing Sister Janes ‘Christmas Elf’ tea shirt she bought me a few years ago. Bless him.
I offered treats and nibbles to the lad, and he took another photo, which came out brilliantly! I think you’ll follow me here, I hope. With me having 
Time for Food!
pickled salad. (Really sharp and flavourful) A Taste Rating of 8.4/10 was granted to this nosh. Washed the pots, and tried to take some shots of the evening view on offer…
was just starting to kick-off as I took the pictures. Or, something like that; Does that sound okay for an excuse? Hahaha! Love to know what it was I did wrong, though.
I checked the taps, (faucets); the oven-cooker was off, and plonked down in the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. To see if anything was worth a viewing session on the TV. 
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putting on the 
, the lad looked drained and tired.  
was not to blame, nor was 
! Tonight it was the turn of 
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nocturnal pouch in the night. I’d forgotten to ask the Carer to empty the day bag before attaching the might pouch, and the bag was getting too full and rather painful in the bladder area. Ruined my sleep as well with having to get it taken off.
05:00hrs: Hence, the colour of the urine when I got up in the day bag, was far too deep. Humph!
Meandered into the kitchenette, got the kettle on, and tried for a change, to take a decent morning photograph.
They were of my usual standard – rubbish!
Made up a waste bag from the others, and as I placed it near the front door, I had to hasten… well, hobble swiftly to the wet room for the morning session.
Gorblimey, that was messy again!
The first one wasn’t…
The second is even worse.
The 
The well-sellotaped box it arrived in, was awfully light. I can imagine myself getting the shakes and knocking the table about with ease and spilling, dropping and swearing a little, maybe, when I use it?
An hour or so later, the pouch was near;y full again!
But it did look a ‘lighter shade of pale!’ (Wasn’t that the title of a song back in the d
Getting dark earlier than ever.
did the next check. I took his Health Checks before he left. Another good one from the lad, a healthy specimen of a Carer. Hehe!
Caught some contrails in the oddly coloured evening sky, with the sunset… It was Bootiful!
Flavour Rating: 9.2/10. Gorgeous!
How the view had changed from 30mins ago!
I bet you all got this one!
Another change of view.
This ode was only meant to be funny!
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A deeper twinge to it today.
A mixed bag from the bog evacuations.
I made a hash of my first-morning view shot.
So I waited until 
came in. I didn’t hear the door chime, making me jump a little. Glad to see her, though. She noticed I was struggling with getting to type on the keyboard. She helped me to get new batteries fitted in the keyboard, bless her muchly. 
All working again!
Maryham issued the medications.
Warfarin INR Anticoagulation Nurse arrived.
Enoxaparin-filled hypos, as these I had were out of date.
Seconds later, the blood was flowing from the puncture wound, had soaked the cotton wool padding and was trickling down my arm. 
I sprayed the big quilt that Carer Israel had folded for me last night and was left on the bed. Which, as soon as the safety rail is fitted, I can use.
Oh, I nearly missed this one off the blog. Earlier, 
Back on the computer.
Arrived, brought the prescription medications for me, and put them in the medical drawer in the kitchenette.
And continued…
And continued…
Yet the mudslide did not grow any bigger?
Mystery Photo?
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Caramelised soy mini-sausages, tomatoes, and boiled potatoes, with some sauce. Milk Roll bread, and a pot of orange flavoured jelly for afters. 
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Rain and howling wind when 
: I struggled to get the diabetic socks off of my legs. Causing a mini 
, which cost me a lot of time and pain cleaning up, before I trod it all over the floor. Which didn’t work cause I trod it all over the floor and then the hallway as I fetched the vacuum!  
. Which barely lasted for about three seconds! Great! I’m anticipating some follow-up sessions, though.
The Red Eye was hardly noticeable! But as the carer mentioned later, it is above the eye that he can see it?
Then…
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Then got onto the computer to try to get some blogging done while I had the time.
was bleeding, and I had some red skin on the leg near the top of one of the 
straps. So they got a bit of medicationing from me.
The driver was the pleasant lady who took me to the hospital. Lovely gal. She had two other passengers on the bus, I tried talking to them in greeting, but the two were not responsive, poor things, still I tried to give them the odd nod and smile en route. I was dropped off first at the Audio Clinic. I got a little confused when I got out, but the lady made a joke of it, she is sweet. I asked if she would be picking me up to go back, and she said no. So I insisted she take a drinkie and nibbles from the 
. Why she asked me. I said ’cause it’s Christmas, and I’ll sulk if you don’t take some. She laughed and obliged me.
First photo when I got in.
Later…
Drizzling starting.
The pouch just emptied.
Excellent colour!
Drizzling still…
As it was an hour later…
Persisting…
Aha, stopping at last.
returned the laundry for me.
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. AGAIN! I left the hot tap running and the water ran cold. Then also, yet again 
, while trying to get the heavy large quilt folded. A landing on the knees affair, so it could have been far worse… still painful mind, with 
 
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terminology used, but I think you’ll get the idea. And it worked!
better this morning.
The first twist of the new bottle of soda water, and the contents were sprayed out, some hitting the ceiling, most of it landing on the chair and quilt, not to mention soaking my dressing gown and legs! 
it was the Asda order arriving. 
chimed from the door buzzer, and the driver put the things into carriers for me, bless him. No rushing, he patiently waited while I took a bag at a 
time to the kitchen and returned to the door for more. 
Basic fodder, potatoes and bread. I’d bought too much bread; there was no room in the freezer for it all. Tsk! 
But, I gave some away.
A bit of room left in the fridge, though. Not to fret, tons of canned soups, beans etcetera in the cupboards to have with some of the mass of bread in stock. Two jars of Polish Pork Knuckle in the fridge too. The tomatoes were, unfortunately, Spanish ones. They taste terrible, this time of year. I was hoping 
they’d send Dutch, but, no luck. A load of treats & nibbles are now available for the Christmas and New Year carers & nurses. Bless ’em all!
mobile and got the unknown number message. Then he rang his own phone on my landline, and my new but no one told me I had a new number, for the landline, number came up on his mobile. I think! Good old Richard! 
arrived ♥, I was so glad to see her. She really helped me out today, in many a way, I say! 
Sorted out paperwork that needed shredding and did it for me. Showed me how to record a programme on the new TV. I think I’ve got it now. She set up the TV to record ‘Heartbeat’ for me. ♥
After the gal had departed, I was always sad. Then, I sent an email to those who may want to phone me with the new number. Only Jenny rang me. But it was to tell me she’s tried three times to get through on the new number, and couldn’t! This was depressing news for me. She rang off and tried again, and got through? My first phone call on the new landline. Hurrah! But, no one else had got through. I rang Sister Jane, but she couldn’t. She’ll try again later in the day. I 
earlier and confirmed the lift for the morning to see and return from my visit to see the psychotherapist… Which still amazes me. I mentioned to the lady in the reception at the Audio Clinic, that I could no longer change the tubing on my hearing aids, due to my Peripheral Neuropathy. Explaining that this means my neurotransmitters are dying, and I cannot sense touching things or not; the brain is not getting the messages, or getting the wrong ones. And she booked me an appointment to see the Dementia Psychotherapist, tomorrow. 
After hours of blogging and mistake-making, I stood up to get to the kitchenette in search of a nibble… The day pouch almost fell to my ankles; it was that full. But, I rescued the situation in my usual calm, efficient manner. Well, it didn’t burst anyway!
Time to get a meal sorted out. 
Bacon bits, tomatoes, passata, liquid sea salt, Milk Roll bread and a banana. Very Nice! Flavour Rating: 8.3/10. After washing the things up, I destroyed three bags of cheesy curls. Hehe!
The missing flag fooled me. Tsk!
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tended too early… I can’t remember why, but was sure it needed to get done. I grappled my way out of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand bought for 
£300, twelve years ago from the charity shop, and then started to remove the 
Took the above photo, emptied the bag, and got the things ready to go to the wet room to tackle the risky duty of getting Shaving, showering, medicating and dressing done.
was needed first. At last, a change for the better. No total control from 
or
, although Conrad had a slight advantage. 
As you can see, the shaving had the odd little cut accrued, bleeding. Hehe!
the raised toilet seat. Pretty!
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Made a brew, and took this kitchen window view of the windy morning.
arrived. I asked her to cream the papules, put on the diabetic socks, ankle and leg strapping, and take the laundry down with her. The laundry is still there. But she did a great job with the strappings for me. A lovely gal. Took the rubbish bag with her too. 
temperature.
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and an in-form 
. I felt sorry for myself, forced myself up to wash the pots, then it was down into c1966, £300 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. Put the new TV on, and lay there, totally unaware of what was showing on the goggle-box, trying to will away the aches and pains spiritually… which goes to show you what a clot, I am!
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You… well, even I couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into with the computer today! I was so frustrated that a loathing of myself and a continually hounding at me with a horrendous amount of lousy luck flourished furiously. 
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Early nosh again.
Prepped.
Put the card in and took this effort of the red sky.
When the computer went down for the first time, I tried to photo some of the screens that filled the screen… But they went off as I took the shot… talk about bad luck. Not that anyone can help if they see it, all very technical with no signs of what I had to do!
Opened the internet, Google.
Late afternoon delight.
The bottom field, lovely looking weather, no one around, which I found out of the ordinary.
A later shot of the sky and clouds.
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were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. 
Dark.
I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. 
Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time. 
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal!
I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top
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Worra mess!.
Accifauxpas!
Nosh
Bus sign & Bobbies Helmet is blue.