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COST LIVING
Annoyed, I called British Gas but floundered!.
I had to pay the bill; I got flustered…
Instead of being bold, I sort of simpered,
I wanted to say oligarchs should be neutered!
I muttered, and I stuttered…
He surely thought me deluded?
By asking that the overcharges be refunded…
And I cannot help being retarded!
My words were not being heeded!
“I’m not ribald or rantipoled!”
“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”
“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”
With debts, I am now being circumvolved
“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”
Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”
“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”
But he had me in a virtual choke hold…
He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.
Is that the word, or have I gerunded?
Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!
I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…
We proletariats are getting frampold!
Seems we are both suffering & confounded?
In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!
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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness.
Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the 
night pouch. Not much in it?..
But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it.
As I got the kettle on, the need for the 
arose.
The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me!
A 
was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door.
Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
I think…
Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter.
Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.
I strongly suspect I may have 
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Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again.
I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode…
Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today.
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable.
A mistake that was!
There was still no
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!
Aha, a change in the weather.
This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought.
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Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe!
The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot!
But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!
I came out of it, and I was sat in 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.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette…
The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew!
Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there.
I got them and the pots washed.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me.
I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a 
for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone.
The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.
I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
SKY SHOTS
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
TTFNski
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. It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached 
Then, the 
were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help
ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
house that’s being extended.
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
launched their tormenting excruciation at me.
attached, I had an 
relented for once. 
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Healthier-looking pins today?
Only three visits to the challenging 
today. 
No work was done on my unknown neighbour’s house today.
Got some fresh veg cooking, and am going to add them to a can of cheap vegetable soup. My designs were to have this at around 13:00hrs. But as per, they didn’t work out. 
A few Pareidoliaing moments were enjoyed, as the sky with its fast-moving clouds turned a smidgen blur… Two eyes, or marbles at the bottom of the first effort, above.
Higher in the sky shot. An explosion taking place?
A Pareidoliaing success here.
The fresh and canned vegetables were merged in the saucepan and flavoured a little… Then got forgotten about for a good few hours!
Later on, the skies began to lose their blue tinge a little.
Ten minutes later, the sun started to descend.
Would you believe it – 
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, barely believable…
Late afternoon.
Down comes the sun.
The handsome-looking mirrors & Smoke boss Man Fries, paid with Liberty-Global’s $ 24 billion to buy Virgin Media, doesn’t seem to be interested in this constant failure? Yet manages to afford flashy untrue, advertisements on the TV, of how great, and reliable… (Sorry, I had to stop for a laugh there!) Virgin Media is.
Mind you, my experiences with BT a few years ago, were almost as bad as Liberty-Global-Virgin Media.
I was taking out the potatoes from the oven to add to the soup.
as one of my ailments, there are times, like this incident, when 
can be a semi-blessing. As I tore the finger from the oven door, there was no pain whatsoever. Of course, as 
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What a week – the highest ever & lowest ever BP?
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The red knee, in the grip of 
The feet looked a lot better!
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The latest shot of the refitting & building.
No chance of any sunset tonight.
Still Bootiful.
Note the two American doughnuts on
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Apart from the return of 
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I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks.
Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope!
away.
and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
bleach. 
was even sloppier than the previous attendance.
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with 
giving me stick)
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations! 
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
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Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.
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A few more unavailable items from Asda
the brain was constantly losing it completely or partially, so often, then returning to a slow, crawling working state. There were a few moments in there all the same. Rare flashes of the old Inchie. Unfortunately, which state I was in and when is a jumbled-up mélange, an assortment of miscellaneous thoughts in my memory bank. Few of them made sense or had anything to do with the matter or problem at hand at any particular moment. Similar to my 
Waking up view.
a bit of a workout on me, but I’d sooner go without the extra pains; from hauling buckets of water from the kitchen sink to refill the non-working W.C. tank!
I got a delightful selection of fresh-cut vegetables into the slow cooker. Seasoned with just sea salt and a drop of Worcestershire sauce. Carrots, peas, leeks, potatoes and swede. 
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arrived. She whipped the things away for me, bless her cotton socks.
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I had one of the longest periods of Mind-Blanks ever! Well, I can recall odd bits; While I was supposedly out of it, Carers called, and I did a lot of work on the blog for Monday to get it posted off, at last. But this is not really remembering; it’s just that I found the blog done, although poorly, and the Carers had signed the log sheet after I came back to semi-consciousness but had still been operational? Sort 0ff…
I also found that the day bag had filled up quickly. That or I’d been ‘out-of-it’ longer than I thought?
Apophenialising with these two slate afternoon shot
Fish with babies in an aquarium?
Bulging Veins? And a bruise?
A welcome pleasure to see this wonderful, kind, highly desirable, Nurse, Hristina. (Christina in Polish)
At the time, I was a smidgen miffed, because I was deep into CorelDrawing and caring mistakes, unwanted duplicates, and searching for a graphic I started yesterday, but had forgotten which file I’d put it and what I’d named it!
and 
are making hobbling about difficult & painful. She said she’d see if it could be arranged for someone to call on me, and she’ll let me know. (Hard nothing yet)
No, the sun needs to be at the far left or right…
Got the position, but a terrible photo”
Not far enough to the left…
Mmm… No good, shame!
came. Checked the day pouch for me. Issued some Peptac & Painkillers, and took some shots of the sunset, before it 
Bootiful! Although not a good shot, I rushed it. on the way back into the other room…
Of course, there was no whining, howling, cursing or swearing.
I’ve ever done. Spot in the right foots 
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It is now approaching midday on Thursday, and I’m only just starting this blog going! So this will
I think I might have misjudged the colour on the chart?.
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TRUE FACT!
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Was not interested in my wishes.
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Good morning.
Woke up and took off the night bag.
The day bag had filled up quickly!
took well over two hours this morning.
She took a photo of the 
affected right eye, so I could show the district nurse if she comes. Left in the picture above.
Morrison’s email arrived, saying it was on the way.
Got some new drinkies in for the Carers, delivery drivers, Wardens and hopefully, crossed-fingered, the nurses.
The fridge stocks looked healthier!
Fresh vegetables, potatoes, oven-ready chips,
Cheapo bread rolls, although they were dearer than Asda’s.
The monthly flowers for LC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk top dancer and Warden Julie; were odd looking to me. They didn’t have any daffodils or tulips, even roses, but sent these as substitutes. They made four substitutions, and I sent three of them back. Phoned the gals to tell them the flowers had arrived.
After a couple of hours of uninterrupted mistakes, errors, grammar failures, and memory blanks, I felt the sensation of warm pee dribbling onto my feet and onto the carpet!… 
I sprayed cleaner and disinfectant all over the carpet (and feet).
Over, I toppled backwards, catching the left foot under 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. 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. Right on the 
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Down to the lift, and along the link corridor to Winwood Court.. where the access to the polling booth was blocked off. So I had to go outside and down the road a bit and use the French windows to gain access to the polling section. Two nice ladies greeted me; I was a smidgen embarrassed when I could not find the I.D. My bus pass.
Stopping to take a photo of the flowers in the rest area.
, first
Got the trews off with relative ease, I thought – but that was before I saw that I’d torn the stitching on one leg. Getting the shoes off was no fun. The folds of flesh from the ankles seemed to be cemented to my feet? I merely used the picker-upperer; it makes nice scratch marks on the ankle and tore at them in turn…
A few minutes of pondering on how to extract the plates from the shoes provided me with an answer. I’d use my thick wooden long shoehorn to encourage the swollen feet to release themselves from the grip of steel of the shoes. 
I’m afraid I broke the shoehorn in doing so. 
Fantastic pareidoliaising!
Can you see the long-jawed beasts mouth?
Lovelt!
A minute or so later…
Another minute…
The sun’s last gasp of the night!
Aliens shing a light on us? Hehe!.
Blimey, the creature depiction is still showing?
I think the ingredients were potato and leek. In a white sauce of some sort,
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The Carer told me was graded as a ‘Four’ on the NHS colour scale.
A 2.5 or 3, methinks.
Took this from the bottom of the kitchen window.
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Can you see the same in the above snap?
At last, communication from DHL regarding the order not arriving.
Aha, the sun beginning its descent, got through some clouds.
Getting pretty now…
Moved to take a photo from another angle.
I took… (Well, thought I did) a photo of the meal I’d made.
The same thing happened when I (though I did) took a photo of the urine colour. Then the finger bleeding. Then one of the fallen-over stacks of waste bags and mess it made on the kitchen floor.
I did some pareidoliaising. Islands, countries on a black sea?
But it didn’t come out well.
Had lost interest again. I kept putting the TV on and off, hoping that my semi-successful trick would nod me off during the commercial breaks. I did slip off a few times, but only for minutes at a time.
With a minute of settling in the grotty antique chair…
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Struggled to get the thick slippers on.
Emptied the night bag, wrapped it and binned it in the appropriate bag.
While the Internet was down, I tried to read the letter from Nuthall Hospital. But it was hard work with the spyglass. I asked a Carer to assist to make sure I got the time & date right. Put it on the calendar.
While waiting for the Liberty-Global owned, Virgin Media to start again, I realised that it must be the demand on the system my Royalists wanted to see the Coronation? Or would that be right? Would it affect things? 
I titivated the Carers stable a bit – and sod-it, 
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all increased their agonies inflicted on me. I know full well that I should not take Ipobrufen, but the Paracetamols are not doing anything to ease the pain at all, so I took one. 
He informed me that they had been given the wrong area code, which is why the parcel was not delivered yesterday. I confirmed it with him. It will be arriving later today. After ringing off, I wondered how the food had been stored, cause there are some fresh foods ordered? Later a driver called me, couldn’t understand much of what he was saying, but gathered he needed instructions t
Set about sorting it out.
Got it opened and the things sorted…
This should see me through without an order next week.
Goulash etc., fit for a king!
There had been ice packs in the box. But with them coming a day late, they were now just bags of water. Got some meat for Sister Jane as a treat.
We couldn’t work out what cloth it was. 
ten minutes of the performance. But found it a little sad in a way.
Potatoes, vegetable loaf and the swede & carrots.
Vegan ice-cream.
Just after midday, I think!
Front car park.
Pareidoliaist-time here. Can you see anything?