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INCHY’S POLITICAL ODE
HMG stuttering and Starmering,
Bad manners seem to be amplifying,
Murders, knifings, people dying,
Pensioners, children, starving,
HMG is uncaring, but angering,
Involved with lying backhanding,
No chance of the gloom alleviating,
They’ve done nowt worth applauding,
Their compassion needs reactivating,
HMG’s good at pensioner annihilating,
Accepting freebies, their wallets filling,
If Nye Bevan is looking down from heaven,
He was Labour’s best; what’s he thinking?
Of new Labour’s cabinet bickering?Â
Of their huffing, lying, cheating?
Most of them have bank balances bulging,
The Tories, after their election thwacking,
Not admitting the defeat was embarrassing?
With Labour split and arguing,
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This blog was not started until late last night.
More power failures. Mind-Mangling-Malcolm, perhaps the busiest day of the week… so far. The mini-seizures came in floods that lasted from a minute to fifteen. With a decent break in between. Of course, the power cuts lost me work done each time. And the biggest cock-up was my fault.
After a power cut and signing in everywhere again, I was getting caught up again and had this idea to remove some of the bookmarks I no longer use so that more of what I use can be seen. Ahem! 
I lost the lot! Try as I did, I could not get them back. I searched for how to make a restore point; that was before I made the cock-up. It seemed relatively followable, even for a Dumbo like me. It wasn’t!
A) Op[en Control Panel – So I did.
B) Open Recovery
C) Open System Restore. – So I did.
D) Select Next – So I did.
E) Choose Restore Point. – So I did.
Then another window opened, telling me I didn’t have a restore point to change!
F) Scan for affected programmes.
No idea what that would do, so I started the procedure again.
A) Open Control Panel – So I did.
B) Open Recovery
C) Open System Restore. – So I did.
D) Select Next – So I did.
E) Choose Restore Point. – So I did.
Then another window opened, telling me I didn’t have a restore point to change!
F) Scan for affected programmes.
So I never got as far as the other instructions, which were.
G) Choose restore point – It wouldn’t let me.
H) Select finish – It wouldn’t let me.
I) Click ‘Yes’ to restart.
I suppose my being digitally illiterate, non-tech-savvy, technologically challenged, Technology-averse, computer-inept, thick as two planks, technophobic, electronically apprehensive, and Glaucoma Gladys may have contributed to the resulting frailness of my attempted solving of the issue.
I put the ones I could remember on the bar, one at a time. It cost me two hours! So bear with me; I might get this done for you by Christmas. Hahaha! Still, in the morning (this morning), the computer allowed me to upload a greater percentage of photos and graphics onto WordPress until the Computer… well, the browser crashed!
Such a lot happened, but it’s all a jumble. Still, I did write some barely readable scribbled notes on the memory pad to use, but I’ll have to be quick. Please forgive any errors… well, I mean the errors. Although they didn’t all get on, photos can help me chronologically.
Had I known or even had an inkling of how the day would go, I’d not have bothered getting up in the first place!
As I write this on October 1st, I wonder what happened in history on this date. I’ll have a look.
Today in History
1993 Maastricht Treaty came into force. That created a common currency, the Euro, for European Union countries came into force
1955 United Airlines Flight 629 blows up over Colorado;Â A bomb hidden in checked luggage of United Airlines Flight 629 exploded over Longmont, Colorado, killing all 44 people on board.
1952: The first giant hydrogen bomb was tested by the U.S. On the Eniwetrok atoll.
1911 First bomb dropped from an aircraft:Â Before this, bombs were dropped using unmanned balloons. The first bomb launched from an aeroplane was used by the Italians in the Italo-Turkish War.
1957: Inchy got his first part-time job.
As a gas streetlamp lighter & snuffer.
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The nocturnal bag was removed and emptied.
The first sky photos were taken at about 05:00hrs.
Constipation Conrad was clearly clinging to control of the evacuation… well, non-evacuation!
Several false alarms throughout the busy day. Finally, I had a passing, but not until 23:00hrs!
Got the stand-up wash & shave done (3 teeny-weeny cuts). Carer Christopher came calling. I asked him to show me how to reset the power box, as I was sure I’d need to.
Jenny called to see if I’d had any more power losses. I told her about last night’s. She will speak to the Wardens about it. Window Cleaner Joe arrived, flashed through the job, and was off. He’s a good lad, and he likes lighting and cleaning windows. You’d be lost without him doing it.
I finally got on the computer, but not for long. The electricity gave up the ghost one more time. I rang Jenny, who again called Deana. I went hopefully to the wet room, and there was no activity again.
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), OberstgrĂĽppenfuhreress Warden, Primo Ballerina, Deana, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist, and Warden Julie came in. They got the lights back on and investigated the cause of the failures, asking me to recall exactly what I was doing each time the electricity went off. Did they really expect me… Me, to remember? Hehe!
They deemed that the kettle was the bother, and Deana got the new kettle off of the top cupboard for me, took it out of the box, and tried boiling some water. There was no cut-outs. Thus they thought the problem was solved. It was the old kettle causing the blackouts. Later in the day, at about the same time as it did yesterday, at about 19:00hrs, I think, I turned on the hob… total darkness dawned! But no problem as I anticipated this, and I had the mobile phone and wind-up torch in my dressing gown pockets.
(Smug-Mode-Considered).
I phoned Jenny to let her know, but I didn’t want her to come up again. I put Christopher (on his evening call) on the mobile, as Jenny wanted to speak to him.
Jenny is so good to me. ♥
The photos and graphics were saved again. Yehaa!
This one I took earlier. Two of the three pairs of slippers I have. Excessive, you think? Not for an old fart with a 
that gets more leaks than a leek farmer! I reckon the slippers (left-foot ones) have been filled with leaking urine from the dodgy closure click so many times; it’s becoming almost expected nowadays. The shaggy brown ones once, the Tartan ones three times, and the ribbed brown ones twice! Do you think the Doctor will give me a prescription for some new ones?
Am I Lucky or What? I checked on the delivery of the steel cleaning cloths. I bought them to clean the cooker hob that had been messed up when I left a pan on the light and fell asleep. Of course, there was no rush for them now, as a new cooker would be needed and the old one would be too dangerous to use. No oven chips, roast potatoes, cheesy baked potatoes, Chilli, or bacon… I’m upsetting myself now. Just the microwave to use. Not enough room to fill the holes in my teeth, let alone make a meal! Not the same, is it?
Depressed? Me? What? Yes!
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I gave up on the computer. Heaven knows when I’ll finish this blog, let alone start tomorrow!
I lurked around the hallway and opened the wet room door to hear the anticipated intercom when the delivery driver pressed the bell to open the door. But it didn’t happen.
I booted the computer again to check the Amazon site. It told me my parcel had been delivered and put through my letterbox! I went to the door to investigate. Nope, nothing there. I thought they may have dropped it in the lobby, which frequently happens. I went down to the front lobby but could not see anything there. I could go through the door into the outer lobby, as I had not got the keys and fob to get back in. But I could not see any parcels outside; it was pitch black anyway, so if the van was there or not, I didn’t know.
I returned to the twelfth floor and into the flat and tried to contact Amazon. Have you ever had to do that?
There’s more chance of Killer Starmer giving back the Winter Fuel Payment he stole from the pensioners than of getting through to talk to someone at Amazon. I made good progress despite not getting through all the way. I got to someone called something like a delivery organiser and clicked on a link to go to a supply organiser. Another link clicked to someone else, and I got a message back. If the problem has not been resolved within 24 hours, you can contact us again.
Huh, Thanks!
I was digesting this cunning message and admiring how cleverly they avoided anyone voicing opposition to Amazon’s inability to control things. Then the door chime chimed out. I thought this might be the delivery!
It was, being delivered to me by another tenant, who had got the same messages about his parcel, and of course, there was nothing in his letterbox either. He’d been down to the lobby and found his and my parcels in the unprotected outer lobby! And he’d kindly bring them up and drop mine off for me. We were disgusted and showed our feelings about Amazon, which included a few mild verbal rantings.
Depressed? Me? What? Yes!
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I made the very belated meal using the microwave.
A ready-made meal. Beef in black bean sauce.
I added some extra-cooked beef, red onions, more black bean sauce from a jar, oregano, and liquid smoke. I mixed it up in the only microwave bowl I had and cooked it for six minutes on the high-level rating. Delish!
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Pouch.
Another crap photo.
The Computer started playing up.
Oh, a decent photo of the fog.
Hoovered up.
Getting foggier.
Cleared a bit later.
Now the computer is making me sick!
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had fallen off of the safety bar that was out of reach and needed retrieving. I found myself swinging the legs from the bed I was on top of, then getting a toe-stubbing and banging a knee against the overbed table that pissed-off 
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slipped and tugged 
give a toss about things! 
I straightened the bedclothes and limped to empty the pouch. (A number six on the NHS colour 
Richter scale card) And (still singing Elvis’s songs, the bits I could remember the words to (I hummed the rest). I decided to have my morning allowance of one mug of tea
I combined the kitchen and front room bins into one and put them near the door to take to the chute later. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the tea had gone cold, so I
so I checked everything in there. Oh, dear, I filled another bag with outdated items. Tsk! But even this didn’t phase me. I got a summoning to visit the 
The intercom sounded; it was the Asda order arriving. This made me realise that it was only 06:10 hrs. What flipping time did I get up feeling all perkily? 
I got the bags inside and started sorting things out. They had sent all the bread ordered, which was good, 3 small sliced milk roll loaves, and a bag of mini wholemeal rolls.
Sorted the fresh stuff for the fridge. Some reet-treats here! Red spring onions, a tomato multi-type pack, 4 Lemon & Lime yoghourts, a lemon mousse, and two lemon curd yoghourts! Marmite-flavoured cheese, lamb patti, a BBQ-flavoured pork pie, and a cornish pastie to boot! I shall eat well tonight! I’ll have 
none of the meat, I’ve still got a lot of the Sokolow seasoned bacon to use, and I’m not going to waste it… I’m going to eat it! Hahaha! Oh, I forgot, I thought I’d made a mistake with the Asda order. The above medication arrived with it. Turned out it was a Freebie. Later on, Carers Sham and Sam said they’d ask if anyone was interested in having it.
Hristina 
roof.
I did the morning BP check rather late in the day, I know. At least the SYS was a lot lower. The pulse was the highest for ages, as was the temperature.
I found this photo on the on the SD card. I probably took it this morning. Memory? Me? 
By gum, the sun nearly got through late afternoon.
Nice to see the sun.
I cooked smoked belly pork and beans. Two wholemeal rolls will follow. I added liquid smoke and some basil-flavoured passata to the pan. Delicious!
A poor last shot of the day.
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I woke up, checked, and removed the nocturnal catheter pouch from the day bag. I was eager to get going with the ablutioning. I seemed to be avoiding the usual morning depression today. That’s good for me! 
wind emitted from the rear end. So, sharpishly, I traipsed into the wet room to use the Porcelain Throne. It soon became obvious that yesterday’s 
Trotsky Terence affair was a one-off
It’s frightening how quickly one’s outlook on life can change. Depression can come on instantly and rapidly, followed by self-critical, lambasting thoughts and the desire to spit! 
IÂ 
③ I gave up on the keyboard and threw it on the recliner. Keep the pain-givers together. Then, why didn’t I realise it sooner? I realised I’d got a 
new keyboard I bought ages ago, so I decided to try to set it up.  
⑤ It was a bit of another struggle for me to get the battery hinge off. Fancy that!) Then, I saw it took AAA batteries, not the AA ones I have lots of in the flat!
Of course, it had cost me two and a half hours to get it to work. But working it is! YeeHaa!
After putting the photos together, I found the one I thought I’d forgotten to take of yesterday’s meal: caramelised sausages, fresh peas, 
tomatoes, beetroot & red onions. Early evening sky, Bootiful!
I got the torch and looked underneath the dilapidated, breaking up, partially doored, second-hand bought Hopewell’s E-plan cabinet, with 7 drawers, of which two are still working, hoping to find that the remote had fallen and slid underneath it. I found pens, a pencil, and dried-rock-solid fresh peas. Along with a 1960 Scan Security Certificate of Merit, training courses passed, and two of the missing Health Alert wristbands… along with an old laptop, four AA batteries and an old pair of glasses in a case. But, no remote!
Then I foolishly tackled moving the 
I hoovered as I went along to reduce the mountain of dust, more rock-solid garden peas, more pens, and yet another mystery: three packets of French Fries with a sell-by date of February 2020. Ahem! This made me feel so guilty.
Saw a corner of the remote control sticking out. 
After washing the pots, I took five shots of the early-morning views from the kitchen. This is the only one that came out reasonably.
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, with her fellow ailment 
both kicking of by way of a morning greeting. This was at about 04:00hrs, and I resettled into a comfortable position to nod off back to sleep. But it wasn’t to be. The shaking awake had stirred my loins and brain, making any chance of kipping again impossible.
I removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, went to the wet room to empty it, and safely packed it into the waste bag.
Porcelain Throne. Thanks to 
‘s attention, the last two morning’s efforts failed. I spent ages waiting and hoping things would activate. I went through the usual routine: I had a go at the crossword puzzle, couldn’t get any clues solved, and moved to an earlier uncompleted crossword (I’ve many of them in the book). I counted the cracks in the ceiling and found 22 today. 
forgetting, losing, confusing time, articles, dates, etc., does come to me naturally nowadays. 
I went into the balcony with Kodak Two and took photos of the early morning views. I can’t explain the bonus hue on the right of photo two.
As I started to finish off last night’s Inchy Today blog, the bowels’ innards movements had me hastening hobblingly back to the wetroom. Unfortunately, the catheter tube pulled on little Inchie as I stood up. Arrgh! 
This visit was almost a repeat of the last one, a complete failure. But I didn’t spend so long trying to force the unenforceable to flow.
kicked-in big time. 
for an hour or so, I was on the verge of pressing my alert alarm. It seemed to affect me every few minutes, but not for any length of time.
Now, I’m the next stop.
Darer Carer and then Carer Precious arrived.
sure when.
Then, off I trotted to the wet room and Porcelain Throne. Half an hour later, and in more tremendous pain than earlier, I gave up again. “Will Inchy ever have an evacuation again?” Hehehe! I’ve a trick to try that might help for tonight, Chilli-con-carne?
Much to my surprise, when I got back into the main hotel room, I noticed that it had been raining, but there were no signs of any other than on the deck. That shower didn’t last for long. We need more… It’s not often that we can say that in the UK. 
I prepped the chilli meal in the microwave, and it had some chips in it. I also added some defrosted bread to soak up the extra gravy I made and added to it. 
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shop, recliner. To watch an episode of ‘Heartbeat’.
And I woke to immediate panic… Panic? Why? I’ll tell you. Being so deep in sleep, I was aware that the medications had been delivered, and I thought straight away that it was them arriving. I got up quickly. Dizzy Dennis attacked as I got on my feet
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The master phrase to describe things today is not easy to select. 
giving way a few times. In fact, when Carer Christopher was visiting Thursday morning, he saved me from a 
tumble with his quick reactions. Thanks, Chris!
Still not good.
Off to the Porcelain Throne.
The lower legs had thinned, but around the knees, the Cartilages and behind the knees were bloated.
Front rubbish room balcony shot.
Made a mug of tasty Thompson’s Punjana tea.
I think the sky began to darken early.
Some 
was in a determined, mind-blowing mission to remind myself of all the things I loved but cannot get, enjoy or even do nowadays. 
or 
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Very dark.
Unknown why I took this. I can’t recall taking it.
Morning.
Struggled to get the slippers on. You can see the loose carpet I slipped on seconds later between the slippers.
Waste sorted.
Bootiful!
Food delivery.
4 Frazzles were ordered and charged for, and 2 arrived.
Taken to the right.
Taken to the left, both from the kitchen.
Had to patch up the compression dressing, then do the usual medicationings, olive oiled the wears, and Germoloided the haemorrhoids. Acne and Barrier creams were applied.
Had a struggle to get the PPs on today.
It was as painful as it had ever been.
Talk about making myself jump, which, of course, got the Cartilages playing up. With the compression tackle on the right leg, I can no longer use Phorpain to ease the agony. Hehehe! 
The carer arrived and got the one odd bamboo diabetic sock and slippers on for me.
Fantastic sun rays are coming through the cloud to the right of the balcony. Had the alien invasion started? Hahaha!
Lamburgers with sliced tomatoes in sourdough rolls, & a can of carrots & peas were cooked and served up. A pot of mandarin segments in orange jelly was the day’s dessert.
What a great hue later on!
Here’s the brolly revealed that I could not find!
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I’m even further behind with the blog this morning. Today was busy, which naturally sunk my plans, intentions, and concentration into non-existence.
helped with domestics. Mopped the kitchen and wet room floors 
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ever-waking-up night I’d sooner 
, and agony coming from 
. The swelling behind the patella and back of the leg hurt the moment I moved the leg. Trying to get my balance, a normal routine, was not assisted by my right ankles and PN shocks kicking off.
I emptied the pouch, made up a bag of all the bin bags, and left it near the front door.
Doctor for me, and ask for some more suitable cream to use.
kneecap. Should Saint Peter send me back to earth at the gates, I’ll ask if I can become a Doctor this time, a Neurologist and Psychiatrist. Just in case I need to self-treat myself in the next life. Cause nobody is interested in this life. In fact, I’m even losing interest now. 
I took this terrible picture from the kitchen window as I made a mug of Glengettie tea. The urologist only allows two cups a day, but over the last three 
days, I’ve only had one! I just seemed to go off of it. But the pangs returned today, and I think I had four mugs of tea. To assuage my guilt, I used Lacto-free milk. Most of the tea went cold, as I kept making mistakes and errors on the blogging!
Back to the flipping 
Nine items were unavailable! I thought about this later on. I suppose with it being full cases, they may have been available only at the shops, not on deliveries? I made up the minimum order and sent it off. I forgot about the potatoes I’d thrown away that had gone off, so I amended the order, adding a bag.
arrived to do the medications and some domestic work. Jenny was her usual jolly self. She mopped the kitchen and wetroom floor at my behest. And had a quick hoover around the place for me. No financial help this week.
The subsequent catheter day pouch emptying went differently.
Afternoon and late afternoon photographs of the view from the balcony window here.
came in. Medications were given, and I took his Health checks, blood 
pressure, temperature, and pulse rate. He had a very high diastolic of 92, which worried me a smidge. I’ve had higher, but that is to be expected with my problems. After the lad had gone, I analysed the results on the NHS site. It came back as Hyper One Low. So, it was not as bad as I’d expected. His SYS was lower, which balanced it a little, I think.
I pressed with making a pig’s-earhole of the blogging.
with the picker-upperer to retrieve a tablet and bits of silver foil on the carpet… 
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were the most significant handicap. The pain even had me wincing! After repeated failures to get up using the recliner and 
, I was on the verge of pressing that alarm wristlet. But I knew what would happen if I did. The operator would ring for an ambulance. They did this on the last two occasions I’ve tumbled. The first one, a bad one, I lay on my back. The lady rang for an ambulance and kept checking on me. Not that I could hear her, flat on my back, with the microphone facing upwards on the cabinet. As with every call, all I needed was for her to ring the Carers and ask for help getting me back on my feet or in a chair. 4 hours later, the ambulance had not arrived, and I somehow got through the agony, from sheer desperation really, cause the Catheter bag was chocker-block, and I feared it would burst.  
operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner. I had to sit there for a while to recover from my efforts and the pain. I found the 
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on my right foot took the lead as the primary pain player!
, I treat them with mere frivolity flippancy and see the amusing funniness they can cause. 
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I turned off the computer and gingerly hobbled along with my walking stick 
to the 
Here’s the nosh.
The last picture was taken when I was busy washing up. The red area under both armpits began to sting again.
This was an easy one; even with Cataract and Glaucoma problems, I found them within 10 seconds. 
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were rare today, as indeed they were last night in bed, only had three.
I noticed that the finger’s mystery blue patches were back again. They don’t hurt, and it’s not often I can say that about my ailments, especially the catheter tube giving Little Inchy so much stick!
The cut lip from yesterday’s 
I opened the window to take this shot but got wet in the rain.
Sorted the waste bins into one bag.
The end car park mudslide was building up.
tube was so painful this morning.
It took him ages, as the bayonet in the socket had a bit of plastic broken off, making it difficult to fit it in, but he did it. The replacement bulb had a clear glass. Boy, it’s got a bright light; neither of us could believe it.
Carer Sam arrived. I was telling her about the problem and pain with the Catheter. (Which, incidentally, eased off a lot of hours later.) However, the 
pains started almost the second Little Inchie got some respite. 
Still raining!
I think this was an unintentional snap that I took. I’m not sure what I Kodak-Tim’d.
Then the pain lessened, still there, but far less severe.
It’s still raining!
Took this shot later. Came out fairly well.
It reminded me of my cyber buddy, Tim Price in New Mexico. He’s a clever photographer and naturist, amongst other qualities. He lives near a bosque, and his photographs of the local Owls are just great. Here’s one in particular that I think should be in a nature or art gallery. 
This one is how it looks now! Wet!
I think the rain is easing off.
Ten minutes later – Yes, at last!
Well, that should have been easy enough.
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Sorry, but this will have to be rushed. I’m so far behind with everything after the ÂŁ290 CorelDraw 2004 programme I just installed a few days ago crashed four times. As usual, a message came up after reloading each time, wanting my email and an explanation of what I was doing when it crashed, and I lost everything I’d done! Then I had more bother when the Control+I, and E did not work. The trouble is, if I do find a way around it, I forget how I did it the next time it happens.
Pouch.
Urgh!
Yet it took ages to get started?
Hoovered the hallway.
Balcony sky view.
The first mug of Glengettie.
Drinkies, some for the treat shelf, vinegar and seasoning.
As the evening approached, the sky looked good.
Pigged the meal down.
Took this shot from the kitchen window.
I got the chalk, Hehe!