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The Virgin Media Internet connection was farcical again. At least Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairperson of Liberty Global, still gets his guaranteed take-home salary of $62m, FY2, with bonuses and an open-ended expense account. So, it’s nice that I can get the satisfaction of knowing that my being so gullible, near to bankruptcy, stupid, incapable and mentally disturbed, gives me contentment. I get a warm glow from within, knowing that my failings and incompetencies are contributing to the money-monger, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, financial welfare.
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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Much later, went to make a brew of Glengettie.
The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
The tea was placed near the out-of-action landline telephone, and I let it go cold.
arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new 
. Medications were handed out and then the lad set about replacing the Kevla-ended 
for me. Shaquille did a very good job of them as well! Thanks, Shaq!
Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with 
having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. 
, with me not hearing her, she could now not understand me. In the end, she did say,: “Ask Carer Kara to ring me, so she can explain. I can’t understand what you are saying!” Embarrassed, I rang off. I’ll ask Kara if she calls later. I tried to find the list of things to mention… if I actually made one, I was possibly waiting for 
to come again, so she could go through it with me to check I’d not missed anything? Anyway, if I had, I’d lost it.
Ah, life can be a bummer!
I was busy farting around for an hour or so, trying to get the back online. And 
chimed out from the front door. I was 
delighted to see that it was no other arriving than the pretty, kind Obersturmbannfuhreress, Ice skating champion, florist, ILC (Independent Living coordinator), and, not to be messed with, saviour and comforter, Warden Julie.
On a rescue mission to save me yet again from my unreliable imposed picklement, 
danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
She whipped a box out of the bag, to reveal a temporary box to use for the Alert Alarm replacement while I awaited the arrival 
of the connect device from to be delivered, to get the phone working again.
Julie fitted it in no time for me. It had go on the floor, cause the lead was not long enough to reach any furniture. I immediately clocked that this was excellent! When I take the odd tumble, I have to go on my 
and 
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knees, with the risk of bursting 
to get to the alert Box anyway, so it would be easier to use it now.
Clever stuff, Julie! I fang you!
called. I explained about the Alarm situation, as told to by ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), 
Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Deana yesterday, told the Carers that when the link comes from Oligarch-ridden 
arrives, the Carers must advise the Wardens of its arrival, so they can arrange to have it fitted so that the landline telephone will work again. Of course, this is subject to its actual arrival, and relies on not to make any more cock-ups that they already have made! 
What am I saying? The total brown-outs in the last four hours are standing at nine already.
Last week they failed to get a connection to me or browned out at least 85 times. They sent the wrong date for the fibre change that lost me and so many others the use of their Alarm Alert boxes and landlines… so expecting the number-crunching, dodgy-dealing number-crunchers at 
, to get anything right, is something one doesn’t get too 
hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. Hello, another update on the quality and service of here.. From who pay their cliquey, elite, select CEO $62 million a year.
Jealous? Me! Yes!
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers. I liked these; they were not sickly sweet. A nice flavour and, with my rotting teeth, is very easy to eat!
, who fitted the ankle and leg straps back this morning, did an excellent job on the. He’s got the knack, no doubt about that! Cheers, mate! 
As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, 
what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, .
It wasn’t letting me get the signal back, no matter what I tried this time. I cursed out loud, wishing the cacodemons would get my own back for me, and ease my hatred by painfully killing off as the 
Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
I shan’t tell you about a little daydream I had whilst suffering with the painful, smelling, stinking, second evacuation session. But there’s a link in there about my thoughts, dedicated to….
FIND THE FAULT
I bet all the English folks got this one right. As you see, the driver’s half cab on his 1959 double-decker bus, was on the wrong side in the top photo. Did you notice the metal discs on the back of the seats? I think they were ashtrays and cigarette stubber-outerers? I thought this might be another Fault. As cigarettes and smoking, were not allowed in the lower saloon, upstairs only. Or, I may be wrong. It has been known. Hehe!
The potatoes had boiled sufficiently for me to get on with making a feast for myself. It took me a long time to get the flesh from the skins of the halved potatoes. Then, it took me a good hour to chop & mix them with the Cheddar and Leicester cheese, then scoop the mixture, seasoned with sea salt, Worcester sauce and black pepper, back into the husks. Next, I put them into the preheated oven and Germolened my burnt fingers, where I’d cut where I caught some fingers on the oven racking and dropped the 
knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. 
Then clean up the fallen and trodden on bits of flesh from the kitchen floor. By the time I’m done all this, the potatoes were checked, and found to be ready for noshing! Good job I’d put the Germolene on, cause that’s where I might have burnt myself again, taking the tray out of the kiln..
4: I nibbled a bit of the crispy potato top plating them, and it tasted so nice, that I 
hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen
5: This told me I must have left the oven on! I grabbed the 
, and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 6: I suffered a short 
. As I automatically reached to steady myself and help Metal Micky keep me upright, 7: as my hand connected with the surface and edge of the counter corner… 8: (The light was not on yet), I remembered I’d put the sausages I’d cooked on there, and forgot all about eating them, in my haste to consume the cheesy potatoes! I think it was then two of the bangers burst open and sprayed me, my dressing gown, running down the side of the cupboards and onto the floor with their contents, that I wanted to cry! The blasted was enough to break anyone’s spirits. But now, at my getting tired and weary status, I faced all the cleaning up to do!Â
NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the acted up even more tomorrow! Do you know, I nearly deleted it? No one is going to believe that anybody can have such persistent, on-stop, unending, Voodoo or hoodoo-plagued bad luck when they read this!
I was a little puzzled myself!
I’m already 24 hours behind with the blogging.
So, until… well, if ever there is a vague chance of 
Working properly again, as it did when it was owned by Richard Branson… I’ll never forgive him for selling his 
to the plutocratic, pathetic, figure amending and altering, analysations, deconstruction, dissection and manipulativeness of their evaluations, interpretations of the real facts that exist! Yet they continue to buy into so many more internet suppliers companies or buy them out, so as to get their Oligarchal advantage; thus, they can get away with being such crap providers, cause as I see it, anyone leaving Virgin, can only move to another supplier that will own or part-own anyway!
Quote from Mike Fires, CO: Mike Fries Liberty Global delivers next-generation products through advanced fibre and 5G networks, providing over 86 million connections (That doesn’t work, but he fails to mention this in his comments!), across Europe and the UK.
Quote from Wallmine: The estimated net worth of Michael T Fries is at least $175 Million dollars as of 1 May 2023. Mr Fries owns over 215,802 units of Liberty Global plc stock worth over $28,917,283 and over the last 10 years, he sold 
LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
He’s left hundreds of people in care without any alarm lines and telephones, too. Tomorrow, today’s count of failures was dwarfed by shame; he more than doubled it!
I am Fed Up! Tsk!
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, and I go down or trip over something, or into something again this week. I
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But had to change plans as the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Off to the wet room, naturally taking Nokia Nelly with me, and of course. As soon as I started hobbling any distance, the terrible twins, 
started the odd bit of botherisationing. The third time, 
done before the Carer came; it was only about 05:30hrs, and the Carers usually come later on weekends. So I did!
No intention of having a shower; why? I’ll tell Ayer… When I struggled to get the diabetic socks off, flakes of skin shot all over the wet room, and are a bugger to get up from the floor due to the non-slip surface. If I had gone in the shower, there was so much skin peeling off it may well have blocked the drain. 
I sorted through the medications to find something to put on the flaking skin on both my legs, forehead, and chin. I tried the 
Sudocrem cream. No good!
legs? Hehe! Seriously, they were so skinny for a change.
I put some of the cream on the legs and will ask whoever the Carer is if they can manage okay to get the
I was about to sort out which of the many varieties of old men’s nappies I had in stock, but the innards urged me to change plans and get back down post-haste to the WC seat without any delay. So I 
did. But the came out was the longest-ever blast of wind?
for the larger ones this time, the Morrisons Unisex type. What a farce it was getting them on! I kid you not! 
I utilised the small picker-upperer, trying to take care not to split the fabric of the pants with the sharp end. Again, not easy… in fact, I made such a mess that I was on the verge of leaving the damned pants off! But daren’t, in case I get a bleed from both 
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is because it is! Particularly Today! I managed, in response to a mini-leg-dance from the right leg, I tore the PP right down and did consider crying at the time. I had to get another pair of PPs and start all over again… 
getting the PPs on. What a mess! However, getting the fresh PPs on did go much better… just as painful, mind you.
With all the flipping, kerfuffling and cleaning up, I think the session took me well over two hours! Fortuitously, the Carer arrived late, it being the weekend, so I didn’t miss her coming. 
Then the innards gurgled, and wind escaped from my rear end. So, off to the 
I hobbled.
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and agonies that I had to contend with… and will all need doing again tomorrow!
weather for Nottingham.
made a fantastic job of fitting on for me. Thanks, mate, a great job well done! As you can see in the photograph above left, Israel’s fitting was so good that I could, with his help, get the slippers on top of the strappings. I was very impressed!
Flying around seagulls caught my eye a little earlier through the balcony windows. I went out to investigate. I believe they were all hunting for birds, rats and squirrels to eat for tea. I watched their ploy for an hour; it was fascinating.
Here is the answer to the little puzzle.
Potatoes – slow oven cooked.
to seasoning the spuds, I only had white cheddar extra strong cheese, now out of my favourite, usual Red Leicester Cheese. 
After consuming every bit of the meal, I went to get the washing up done.
evening’s dusky view. But decent ones I couldn’t do.
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it’s not surprising.  
Typing this reminded me of my upcoming visit to the QMC, EENT, to have the eyes checked that have been done to correct the Cataracts in both. I think they may then explain the procedure/stroke treatment (Laser again?) to tackle 
left eye. I checked on the calendar; It’s on Friday the 1st of December. Tuesday, the 21st of November, is the first of four visits to the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk. has arranged the lifts with 
to get me there and back. Then I’ll have to make sure I remember to ask 
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before leaving. I’m not drinking anything before going out to avoid the pouch filling and having nowhere to empty it in private! Cause it will mean the removal of the trousers to get at it, and having to struggle to rearrange the re
when it goes back on… Remember to take the hearing aids with me to the Ropewalk and all spectacles 
with me to the EENT. January radiology at the City Hospital, then the FND assessment at the Mental Health Nuthall Hospital in Bulwell is coming up…
started tormenting me straight away. I really didn’t realise just how many things I had done wrong in the past. Mistakes, wrong choices made, and lamentable decisions I’d taken and made. at one point, had me believing that getting shot the first time was my own stupid fault! He would not ease up, so I clambered out of the recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to put the 
kettle on. 
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Quick wash.
Kitchenette to get the kettle on.
arrived. Today was the first time he’s had to do the ankle and leg support straps. He coped well with it. Issued the medications to me.
The Sainsbury order arrived.
I just had to get some in the crackpot cooking to eat later. I planned to have them in vegetable soup.
I added sea salt, liquid smoke & Winiary seasoning.
I will add passata with basil to the mixture in the saucepan later. Hope it comes out alright.
Oh, yes!
No shortage of food here!
Beetroot, tomatoes, jelly & chestnuts
Did well in the nibbles department today.
The final put away items cupboard-wise.
Then, the fridge was filled!
Anya potatoes. With a slightly nutty flavour.
Added the spuds to the soup.
The rains heavy again.
Hours later it persisted.
At last, the soup was served up.
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And got the kettle on and made a brew.
Sloppy as the evacuation was, it took ages!
The rain came.
The wind, too, but not for long.
I put the new quilt-throw on the Carer’s chair.
Made another brew of Glengettie.
Next. Domestic duties. He mopped the wet room floor for me. Had a chinwag.
Such an angel is Kara. She even put the details onto the computer diary for me. ♥
The sun through the clouds was beautiful.
Here’s the animals!
Got two sourdough rolls from the freezer to thaw out.
Got the potato chunks in the oven tray.
Sprayed the potatoes with light oil.
Made up another waste bag.
Dettol Lavender disinfectant.
Evening views from the kitchen window.
No signs of any rain yet.
Just started and 
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Later on, a view of the massed car park.
Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.
Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.
A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted.
All done & dusted!
Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need.
After looking at the meter,
‘s! 
Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.
It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above
The night was falling earlier now.
But still a certain beauty to the view.
Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!
GUILTY!
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and getting cut up and causing so much pain, would hopefully be a memory! But, No! They just replaced the contraption again, and the whole procedure was repeated twice more. Same results not enough passed!
ensured a free run from 
ensued today. 
. It seems to make me aware that I am far better off than many people in the world, country, Nottingham, even Sherwood and in these flats where I dwell
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07:10hrs: Up late again, needing to appease the demands of the bowels. Much firmer products were evacuated!
Waste dogs sorted out.
Making the first of the two mugs of tea allowed me…
So the tea had gone cold! Tsk!
Fodder arrived…
Unpacked the bags…
Plenty of bread!
Fresh foods.
Disappointed with the bananas! See the black strips underneath the stalks? A sure sign of age and mistreatment. All bar one were bruised, uneatable!
Daily medicationalisationings
The new dressing gown was delivered, just before 
Just after I’d taken a photo of the gown. It didn’t come out the colour that it actually was. 
He held them up while I tried again.
Not a lad to be beaten, he took it out on the balcony and got this ace shot taken. That’s the colour!
Spent ages on the blog, and nearly forgot about the 
emptying. Hehe!
But the flow steadied, and three hours and 2 litres of spring water later, the pouch was nearly empty?
Had to sort through the Asda-Walmart frozen diced potatoes before getting them in the oven.
Took this photo of the getting dark earlier sky as I made the vegetable soup.
Chunky vegetable soup, with plenty of diced, boiled then roasted potatoes. A better job this time. Taste: 8/10. 
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Stayed up trying to catch up with the blogging, until around 05:00hrs this morning, 3 hours kip, including two failed trips to the Porcelain Throne.
It was the same on the third visit later – but this time I was back in the wet room within ten minutes, and;
It looked like the infection was coming back, judging by the dark brownish colour in the day bag.
will cost, and of course, if they could help me, in clearing the bedroom out, so I could let Sarah at the Falls & Rehabilitation, to tell her 
when it is done (if), and she could order the bed for me.
more soon. Especially with the urine being so dark. 
was giving me some aggro and started bleeding fairly badly. Argh! That’ll teach me to bend and stretch!
I was in & out of control of things for at least five hours. Was just beginning to feel that I was regaining what was going on around me, and evening 
a little when
him two letters that’d been delivered.
So after Ben left, I rewrote the whiteboard reminder. I didn’t realise I had so many things that needed doing, Covid jab, lift to arrange. Audio Clinic three appointments outstanding
is causing. Tiny bits of raw flesh coming off of now!
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Yummy!
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failing that caused the heavily bandaged leg to clunk onto the floor. 
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against the leg stanchion on the chair. 
Germolene from the ottoman, rubbed some in the left knee, and rubbed it in well for a while. The knee was a little larger than when I got my head down last night after 
doing the same thing, rubbing in the ointment. Took off the 
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I gently raised my elephantine body up on its dodgy knees, leg ulcers, 
the wooden walking stick, and hobbled into the kitchen to get the kettle on. Where I took these three-morning view photographs – Gawd! They came out worse than yesterday’s were? What’s the opposite of smug-mode-engaged? I’ve just looked up an antonym… and made a tab to use; 
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Yet another photo that I either can’t remember taking or, took without realising that I’d taken it.
Eventually, I got the first of the two permitted brews of tea made. Thompson’s Punjana this time.
Sorted out the waste bags, and got them into one large one.
Took it to the front door to be collected by the Carer at a later time.
Then got the daily doses, dosed, and the ointments, cream applications, and medications tackled. Ear drops, eye drops, and eye-cleaning sorted.
Washed the Jenny-Donated mugs ready for the second brew, possibly Glengettie in the afternoon/evening.
man told her the bag was to be changed every month. This left me feeling confused. I felt sure that Kara checked every week to check and see if the day-pouch had been changed? convinced me that I’d got it wrong again. I apologised to 
for getting things mixed up. A lovely gal. I think I’m losing it worse than usual? I’d have put money on it that I was right, and it should be weekly, and the dried blood from 
. Another nice gal. We managed a little natter, leg-pulling and laugh. During which I explained my earlier 
case. Then, a month trial on Finasteride tablets to try and reduce the size of the prostate as a last gasp-chance, and if this does not work, a permanent catheter will have to be fitted. The month trial turned into a 6-month trial; no passing, but still on the Finasteride even now! No signs of any permanent catheter being fitted either. This seemed a logical conclusion to me, and Joanne. We both wondered if they were waiting for me to snuff it. Save them the expensive operation? Won’t keep them long. Hahaha!
I selected the lesser bruised potatoes and put them in the oven tray for baking later. It turned out to be ten hours later as it happened. Tsk!
A snack, a treat, was the next thing I made. Two mini butter croissants, with some naughty lemon curd in a side dish for dipping them into, and the final mug of Glengettie for the day.
As I took this snap of the beautiful sky…
I thought of Mother Nature, and far beyond the sky…
What a fantastic, beautiful display of clouds in the sky this afternoon.
The blogging was not very productive now. Feeling tired and weary. Thus, even more cock-ups and mistakes were being made as I pressed on regardless. I cheated on my two mugs of tea a day… and made a third one. Naughty? Yes! In mitigation, it was not intentional then, as 
Nightie-Night Sunshine!
Made a start emptying the potato husks into the mixing bowl, with some delightful Leicester Cheese to taste. 
droppages or spillages. Flesh back in the halved husks, with sea salt and not butter, butter. Forked the tops to aid with crisping while cooking. And into the oven on 220° 
heat, and back to close the computer down. Then, I got the dirty pots I’d made washed with my not-so-secret method: I’d put the dishes in the bowl, 
washing up liquid added, and as the hot water filled the bowl, most of the bits of burnt cheese floated up and out of the bowl into the sink! A tip here: if you try this, make sure you run plenty of cold water around any metal bits in the sink cause it stains it rotten! 
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04:45hrs: Great colour this morning. I felt tired out still, and had to encourage myself to escape the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, itchy, 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. Caught my balance, and began to revert to my usual morning state of confusion and more confusion.
Ablutions and the first of the four visits to the Throne.
I spent several minutes counting the cracks on the ceiling, and then I got the crossword book and spent ages on them. Not that I got many answers in, but enjoyed it all the same. 
The legs are getting fatter at the top, and the left is thinner at the bottom. 
is getting uncomfortable and causing lesions on the skin? With 
Waste bags were collated. And left in the hallway close to the front door for collection by the kind carer. At this stage, I had a little bother when suddenly 
I took this with the window open from inside the balcony, at the right end, facing North, towards Daybrook, Arnold and eventually Mansfield. The rain was coming, and the mudslide growing.
Then some 
This may have been a mistakenly taken picture?
The last view of my leg’s condition was before the District Nurse arrived minutes later. bless her cotton socks, to sort me out with new paraphernalia straps & bandages!. 
A new black wind-on compression sock.
she’d take a photo of it, for me to use on the blog.
reduced the fluid.
This will need changing every so often and washing.
Carers will not be able to 
played dead for a few seconds… this time she got me – Crunched down on the hard floor, but the 
Utilising 
Got some nosh done. Potato Cakes, the last of the sweet Jenny-donated tomatoes, and some pickled beetroots
Hobbled into the kitchen to get the washing up done.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
has tactlessly joined in with them! I’ve not had a visit from him for months. I thought he might have self-destructed, committed Hara-Kiri, or self-sacrificed through the guilt of all the agony over so many years he’s given me? But no! He’s likely been charging up his pain powers, sharpening his stabbing blades? 
No chance!
Not much time to get nowt done today, and for the next three days there will be even less with all the appointments… 
Slivers of something in the morning urine?
Raining, mudslide started, from the balcony.
The rain persisted for a while.