The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe

Inchie: Sunday 9th July 2023 – Libert-Global Failures Again!

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Most paragraphs are from scribbled notes. The latter parts I can actually remember. The odd chronological guesswork included.

REPEATEDLY GOING OFFLINE!
– Going done so often caused me many problems and ultra-frustration. I have used more swear, curses, and words of hatred today than ever.
That is saying something I can tell yers! (Spit, spit, spit!)

According to the scribble on the notepad, I was woken up at 06:45hrs by the Carer calling. Eye drops were in, the overspill was wiped off, and medications were given. Per instructions, the eye drops were inserted five minutes later, and the overspill was wiped off. The regulation 3 minutes of holding the index finger in the nose side started as the Carer departed. I guessed at the timing.
I took off the night bag. Got it emptied and safe-wrapped for disposal.

None of the were leaking this morning. But it looked like the right leg infection was creeping up the chin area.

I sorted out the waste bags and then went into the kitchen again to check on the food situation and if anything needed ordering today for next week. (Forgetting at that time, I’d already done an order from Asda) Took a photographicalisation of the morning’s view...
And a close-up nosey at the house being done up.

Made a mug of Glengettie tea to dunk the morning’s breakfast of four Maryland cookies into it.
Started the notes of the day.
Then got the computer on…
Within five minutes, the above.
So, I visited the … And boy, I was forced to by the oligarchs of .
Because I avoided a right .
As I opened the wet room door, I felt the flow from the rear end coming of its own accord! It was also lucky that I only had the thin dressing gown on; I yanked it off, downed the pants in a rush, and plopped my elephantine body down on the seat. The flow began before I’d made contact with the plastic raised seat!
Splish, splash, slosh & all done! What a stink!
Had a mess to clean up. Then got the gown back on. Tried the computer, and the internet was back on. I got the photo transfer session done with crossed fingers.

Doing so, I realised that the tea had gone cold, and I hadn’t had my breakfast of four cookies yet. Tsk!
So, made another brew, Thompson Punjana, this time.

Started to get the blog updating tackled…
Fancy that!
This time it lasted for half an hour offline.
But returned…
Only for about 5 minutes offline this time.
I actually got some CorelDraw work started.
SHIT!

While waiting for the internet to return…
I started to write down the order for the food I didn’t need, but at that time I didn’t realise I didn’t need it, cause I’d forgotten about ordering the Asda order that I’d done a day or so ago for the next week… I think!

The OLIGARCHS
The monetary-gain pecuniary, merchants, sham, bogus, false interest in offering a workable internet, money-mongers, without a care in the world about any of their internet customers; Continue at their usual rate of failure.
Mind you, had I been getting a $26 million a year salary with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account – fair enough, I would not need to give a shit about myself either…
I may have got a smidgen carried away there?
My hatred for the man & company is tempered only by the fact that Fries is so damned good-looking! Hehehe!

I felt the right leg stinging in its usual waves, seemingly coming from within the leg.
Took this snap of the agony-giving legs. Rather colourful now?

The owners of returned once more, ten minutes or so later.
I pressed on with the updating, and actually got the blog finalised! Final checks and began to post it off...
SHIT!

During this , I lost a lot of work done and foolishly not saves on CorelDraw.
Grrr!

Oligarchical, capricious, undependable.

During a Carers call, the internet returned!
For three minutes, then…

The day had flashed by already, and little was done.
When, a few minutes later, the internet came back,
I posted the Saturday blog off! But…
About 15 minutes later, yet again…

So, I stretched my legs and went to get another bottle of soda water. Boy, the skies were magnificent!
A Pareidolia’s Delight!
I spotted a giant creature apparently coming into this snap from the right-hand side, with a head, nose, mouth, and fins. Can anyone else see it, or is it just me?
Far left; the jaws of a creature. Another creature’s head and also the shape of an airliner cabin? The cloud formations were beautiful as the darkness began to arrive.

Back again… for one minute!
As Victor Meldrew would say…

More Pareidolia’s Delights!
A long mouse lower centre?
Fantastic! A Michelin Man – Bigfoot in the clouds, with a Dolphin jumping out of the clouds to the right! See it?
The left creature swimming in the clouds?

ENOUGH!
Fries and his money-number-fact-crunching Mafia Mob have beaten me! Computer off, and messages sent out through the ether to any and everyone; spewing my hatred for the Oligarchical Smoke & Mirrors money men!
A smidgeon of jealousy included.

I went to check on the meal cooking…

The pan with the vegetable soup with Borchst added was now a blob of nothingness! I threw away the pan contents, triple-wrapped them into the bin, and washed the saucepan. But, It’s led a charmed life, this saucepan has. The number of times I’ve burnt food in it) Hehehe! Tsk!
I got another can of thick-cut vegetable soup in the saucepan and added a smidgeon of Borchst to it. Got half of the tear & share bread, and put it in the oven with the potato cubes, hoping both will be cooked simultaneously. Then I got sidetracked, as per usual. I and my  against the server trolley wheel and leg.
The soup was okay when I’d recovered and ointmentated the now stinging lesion, but the tear & share bread was a little overcooked. The potatoes too, but I like them that way.
A great nosh despite all the hassle.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
It went down a treat, as I ate it while watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’; as per usual, I nodded off and missed the last few minutes of the programme. I hate it when I do that… but it happens so often nowadays, Humph! I tended to getting the pots and pans washed up! At this point, I can inform you all that the steak knife has lost none of its sharpness.


Late Carer arrived, Richard. He was not feeling very well, methinks. He got the night pouch on and carried out the medicationing and two eye drops, as required. Said my farewells and thanked the lad. After that, I repeatedly sat down to watch the goggle box, waking up and taking a photo of the night.

Here they are:

Bootiful! I could see a stretched face in there?

A close-up, taken by accident. Well, she is
to blame, really. Haha!
A wide shot…
A close-up of the orange rift; Is that the word?

TTFNski, Each.

Inchie: Saturday 8th July 2023

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The Health Check Returns this week up to now,
are not too bad at all.
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04:00hrs, I woke with a jump and jerking motion and looked at the clock. No interest in getting up or even moving was located. So, I violently passed wind, I recall this disturbed poor little to trickle a little blood. I felt the sensation of the wet warmth from the bum, in the Protection Pants. But I did nothing. These American Depend pants can cope with a lot worse than a spot of blood, without leaking anything. Then fell back into the bliss of sleep. The Carer is not due until around 08:00hrs, so I envisaged a good four hours more sleep. Mmm!

06:25hrs: I was woken by the Carer. That buggered my extra sleep, Ha-ha!

She got the night bag off of the  She helped me to get the night pouch detached from the troublesome this morning  , she didn’t want the bag removed for some reason. Tablets eye drops, medicine, and second eye drops sorted out. And as I started the three-minute waiting after the drops were inserted, with my finger in the appointed corner of the right eye, she left to go on her rounds.
Though far from painless, the ankle, feet, and toes showed signs of improvement. I booted up the computer. Tried to load the photographs from last night, and once again, the shuddersome, evil, unpleasant, cruel, uncaring, displeasing, much-hated, reprehensible, shuddersome, God-awful, scandalous, 26 million dollars a year salaried, Herr Fries of the Pathetic pretend Internet Supplier, & customer ignorers failed!
It’s difficult to believe, I know… So, I made use of the time. A fun selfie on the computer screen. Then…

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Not without some hindrances, though!
The wet room, and got myself comfortably seated on the . No sooner had I picked up the crossword book, than the evacuation, started and it was all over in seconds. But what a mess I had to clean on the rear end, much to the displeasure of !
I started on the shaving, before tackling the stand-up washing of the overburdened gargantuan, but bouncy-fleshed torso. The Brut was needed afterwards due to the several small nicks that I accrued during the detruncating.
Great that Brut! As I twisted and stretched to put the after-shave back on the shelf, . My right leg slipped in the bowl – I grabbed a hold of the sink, as the bowl tipped over and all the dirty water from the bottom of my feet, spread all over the wet room! I may have quoted a commoner’s curse or two.
Then started spitting, questioning God, humanity and hating even more, , who I blamed for my enforced early ablutioning!
Got the mess cleaned up… and found that I’d left the hot water tap running! Good job I’d got the shaving done, then, cause it was only tepid water to use now!
I then against the trolley wheel. Then when bent to have a look… I banged the leg ulcer against the trolley frame! Luckily, I’m able to bare, or should be bear… pain easier than others, and just laughed it off.

Then got back to the computer, on the web… and a few minutes later, it went off again!
According to the backup and revisions page, while I was self-harming myself in the wet room, it had gone down three more times, five in total. Keep watch on this blog for the following failures!

As I was ten minutes or so into updating yesterday’s blog, Carer Jo-Anne arrived, as the owned Internet failed again, for the 6th time! Would you put your business in the hands of the financial wizards, of smoke & Mirrors money conjurers ? I know it will never happen, but if I win millions, at least I know not to invest in anything to do with . It scares me to death that they may start buying up energy or water companies in the UK. The mess they made of Virgin Media, a once reliable company, is now being demolished, with ulterior motives I’ve no doubt, financially inspired.

Ah, it’s back on again… no sooner wrote this and it’s gone again! For the 7th time! It’s not sad as such. No, yes it is!
Huh! It’s raining now.
A strange hue in the sky for mid-morning today?

The next carer arrived, well two of them. One in training. A nice pair of lads, methinks.
Well My Goodness Gracious Me, and blow me down with a feather duster! Strikes again! Can you believe it? I do!.
I got the new dressing gown on. I bought an XL one to make sure it went around my shockingly tubby and wobbly meaty midriff.
It Didn’t. Each time I sat down, the bottom and top splayed open, revealing my privates, belly and legs. Enough of a shock for anyone! I sat down and sneezed – unaccountably, one of the shaving cuts started to bleed.
Int life good?
The Internet returned. And I started to do some work that I had not been able to save earlier, yet again: As if by magic, the world’s most incompetent provider .
The light shower has stopped.
I went to make the last of the two mugs of tea I’m permitted to drink daily. I can drink as much decaffeinated tea as I want they tell me… Have you ever tried it? You’d be better off and get more flavour drinking stale water!

As I was making the tea, the last but one Carer call was made.
The two young lads, CA & CV. One had a look at the accident area and ulcer zone. One thought it looked terrible, the other a lot better than last week, who I agreed with. Naturally, it still hurts, but nothing compared to last week. The toes are clearing a bit too. The ankle swelling is not so keen on going down. They did the drops, the medications, Peptac… well it’s that horrible flavoured Gaviscon now, and then the drops.
I mentioned the kitchen floor’s state, with me having to go to the hospital on the domestic’s call day. And the new lad set about using the speed mop on the floor for me, bless them.

Very late up tonight, blog addiction again. With the blessed going down so often, I was many hours behind schedule with the blogging.
I should imagine that the top dog at , oligarch Mr Fries does not have this problem? It must worry him a bit?

Cheers!

Inchie: Thurs 6th-Fri 7th July 2023

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I could not get much done, having to rush in between the tremendous amount of LIBERTY-GLOBAL who own Virgin Media, and black-outs. Usually losing my work through not being able to save it as the LIBERTY-GLOBAL who claim:

Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures. We play a vital role in society with our fibre-based and 5G network investments. Providing over 86 million fixed and mobile connections and rolling out the next generation of products and services while readying our networks for 10 Gbps and beyond.

I’ve corrected the grammar mistakes on this statement on Liberty-Globals E-Mail and statement of perfection
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I’ve felt lucky this Thursday if LIBERTY-GLOBAL let me get half an hour of continuous blogging done! I’ve no idea if some of these photos were from Thursday for certain, but I think they were. It was all a mess, that had me in an angry, frustrated state of mind! Doing my health no good at all this unreliability & lack of help from the LIBERTY-GLOBAL Oligarchs.
Still, I wouldn’t want LIBERTY-GLOBALs $26 million salaried Mike Fries to worry about me, or his pathetic imitation Internet Providing Service farce. He must have enough on his plate with number-crunching, figure-shuffling, smoke and mirrors, and financial manipulations on his mind. Bless him!
All the same, he’s a good-looking brute, is he not?

Definitely Thursdays this one above. Hehe!

No, this might be last Thursday…

I give up, Must have lost this Thursday’s photos in the battle against Liberty-Globals blackouts?

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The colour of the urine in the night bag was a disappointment.
The Carer Chris and Training Chap) confirmed it was a number 7 on the NHS Grade Card. The highest! Oh, Heckithump!

Stroke of luck when I switched on the computer. I found some photos that I had missed on the SD card. Tsk! Here they are;

All of a sudden, I remembered taking these after I looked at them. The bottom field was the one above I took mid-morning through the balcony doors and windows. The grass does not look very green; we could do with more rain.

The afternoon’s clouds
This one was a delight for me. I could see tentacles, an animal’s head & shoulders, a ghost and a tea mug.

I could almost taste this again when I looked at it.
Last night’s late nosh. It was a can of chunky vegetable soup, some concentrated Borscht added. Vegan sausages, and some of the crispy potato chunks; I did those in the air-fryer.
Flavour Rating: 8.2/10!

Back to what few I’ve taken this morning, not a lot.
Why, you ask, I’ll tell yers…

REPEATEDLY!
The Swine!

The right foot toes and ankle are definitely not so bothering me today. They still catch me out occasionally
I believe the Doctor at the
Got it spot on, when he told me that any pain relief would take a day or two. He was right, too!

The ankle ulcer and swelling are taking their time to die down.
The toes were much improved. Oddly, around the ankle, top of the foot it is swelling up there still. But overall, I’m pleased with how it’s going, (I Hope I don’t regret saying that later, Hehe!

High sunshine out now
I can see the puffer clouds have faces in a couple of them.

Time to get some nosh before the internet goes down again. Oh, no, I’ve got the food order to do for next week yet,
I’ll do it now before I forget to…
If that is, the Liberty-Global Oligarchs let me…
No, it’s down yet again!

I made a mess of this photo?
But no mess with the fodder.
Taste Rating: 8.3/10!

Washed the pots, and turned on the TV to watch ‘Heartbeat’.
But I didn’t; the evening carers arrived. Chris and the new lad.
I missed the Heartbeat programme in this sneak shot of Carer Chris. Hehehe! As he was putting on the night pouch to for me.
drops, medications, and then after the regulation of five minutes, the drops were administered.
I’d like to point out that the NHS have stopped issuing Peptac medicine, now.


They are using.
Gaviscon Advanced. Apparently, it’s cheaper to buy than the Peptac. But… the aniseed flavouring they use in this one, is overpowering the tastebuds! Urgh!

Another day of being ruled by
a pathetic internet connection.
REPEATEDLY!

Inchie: Wednesday 5th July 2023-NHS Call in Centre Visited

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Another escape from the flat…
But only to the hospital at that…
Not much time for any chitchat,
 Dr’s with students, so each a pedantocrat,

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The night catheter pouch colour was better today!
Nice morning, a little windy.

Telly on to watch the news. Of course, I didn’t; I began to get the things ready for the trip out to the medical thingamabob.

Glad to see the treats on the carer’s table had been nibbled at…


Last check of the painful right foot and leg ulcer.
I have a range feeling that this visit will come out well. It’s probably EQ talking to me with one of his forecasts?
At least, I hope it is, cause he’s usually right.

I thought I’d got all I needed for the visit, (checked the status of the windows, balcony, taps (faucets), & stove. Looked again in the three-wheeled walker bag to see I had everything needed, and set off to catch the bus to the Centre.
Out, in the lift (elevator) and down to the ground floor. Going through into the link passage to inform Meridian about my imminent departure; got through the swipe door into the tunnel, and realised I’d forgotten something. Turned back through the door… and realised that either or maybe both of them had removed the memory of what it was I was going back up to the flat to fetch!
As I stood there musing and failing to recall what it was, the Domestic lady Denise came through on her way to do the flat for me. A good time to tell her I would not be there, Hehe!
No signs of any recollection, so I had to ensure to catch the bus on time. I called at the Meridian office to tell them I will not be back for the 12:00hrs medications, and if they keep me in, I’ll let them know, or, when I return.
Caught the bus alright. I planned it all out – I should know better that I am capable of making arrangements that work.
Still, I did think at the time how clever I was to work out where to get off the bus, to make it far less distance for me to walk to the UCC building. However…
I misjudged the distance by about five bus stops, half a mile. I got off the bus, with the help of passengers at the bus stop’s help, and then I realised my . I did feel like a fool!

Hell of a trek to get to the traffic island. To make things worse, as I approached the bend in the road, there were pavements blocked off, road and pavement works and men spraying words of instruction for the location of telephone wires, gas, etc. Having to go on the roadway to get by was sometimes a little hairy. Little did I know what lay further ahead for me!

Bath Street was blocked off for traffic and pedestrians. So I had to rely on my memory, to work out another route to get to the Canal Street roundabout. From there, I could see the NHS building (I thought I would). Relying on my memory is not a good scenario nowadays! However, my attention to road safety deteriorated, as I came across some wildflowers at the end of another block of student flats being erected building site. The advertising hoarding said; Now being built – available in 2024, 1210 new student flats. Singles doubles and multiple occupation apartments. One to six students per residence or per flat?

Anyway, these flowers were beautiful. During my hobble, I stopped many times to look at nature’s plants forcing their way out through wasteland, cement, concrete and paving slabs, but these were special to me. Why? I’ll tell yers…
None of the other plants or flowers had bees or wasps near them; these red beauties were snided with them. The same happened with those near the bus depot, which had been demolished and even more student flats were being built there, and the waste area near the island site. I wonder why?

I accidentally took a snap of the shadow of my bulging torso and the trolley. I was about to try and take a photo of some beetle or other that lay there on the pavement, with people walking by, and seemed unconcerned? I took its picture.
On Thursday, I got more information about these, and why it was alive but not moving. .Carer Richard, always a font of knowledge, told me they were ‘May Beetles’. The males are born, (May to July) and set about breeding, but only once, then they settle down and die. And I complain about things.
The poor little beggars!

Lower Parliament Street
I had to corrs over to the right of this photo, as they are building more student flats. (Yes, I know!) Then when I got to the Nottingham Ice Centre. They were building more flats again, a massive block with no details available, and the old bus station has also been earmarked for new student flats.
I got to the point where I was sure I’d be able to see the NHS building – But No! The land was now a wasteland, and I could not see through to the building further in the plot.
I stopped a chap and explained that with all the roadworks near the London Road island, I could see barriers and limited asses, and wondered if there is another way in for pedestrians. The chap told me, “I’m not from here myself” However, he whipped out his mobile and did a search on something and found out that if I went to the left, first right and right again, I should come to the building I needed, casual mentioning to help me follow the route, that it was next to some student flats being built. I thanked him profusely and hobbled off with my 3-wheeled walker on the agreed route. I was longer than I thought it would be, by the time I got there, the feet and toes were well aching.

I wearily got inside, and up to the receptionist. Who, along with all the doctors, had student training with them. Logged in and sat down in one of the few unoccupied seats as instructed.
Within minutes, I was called to an assessment office, DR and student within. The chap in charge was pleasant. Took my details and told me to go back to a seat and someone from the surgeries would call me; it may be a two to three hours wait. No matter what I thought, I’ll do my crossword book… then I remembered what I’d forgotten to take with me! Tsk!

I was fighting not to fall asleep, because all the people called in while I was waiting, I hadn’t heard s single name they called out.
A female came after about an hour and a half, and when she I did my usual of tipping my head to point the better of ears at them. She smiled and took me through to a room with a doctor and a student inside.
The chap was also pleasant and went into detail about my ailments. falls, and the causes, which he assumed was the big fall I had last Friday. They gave me a prescription for some antibiotics, warning me that they will start working, but not on the pain for a day or two, as they are extra strong, and assured me they would start to ease things for me.

He got a wheelchair, and the student pushed me to the X-ray room for a check to see if any of the three brown toes had been broken. None had. I was student-pushed back in the wheelchair (catching my wound on the edge of a doorway) to the first room, and we had a few words, which for some reason I cannot recall or even guess at, now I’m typing this.

A contented Inchie makes his way to the chemist to have his prescription filled. Unaware of what will happen, en route!

At the end of the access road, it was blocked off to pedestrians where the new Student Flats are being built. So this meant a marathon diversion for him and Willie, his Three-Wheeled-Walker. Up London Road…Where the uneven-broken pavement nearly had Willie and Inchie over a couple of times.

To the traffic lights, over the road and down Station Street, which was ever taking him further away from his targeted Boot’s Chemist!
The old shopping centre was now demolished in Auf Weidersehen style. A walk through gay to the left of the picture led me through to where Woolworths once was, on Chapel Bar.
Every closed-down shop, and there are dozens of them, had several rough sleepers, asking for cash. I felt uncomfortable about this, as I know of some people who make a living doing this, then go home in the morning – one of them is sadly in my family! He makes a lot of dosh, even more now; he’d moved to London to do it and lives in a hotel or youth hostel when not scrounging. His baby face helps him, I think.

Maid Marion Way. More flats were being started for 500 being built! Next to one with 240 already built.
Down to the Slab Square, a once restful, peaceful, pleasant pacifistic, phlegmatic place, of contentment..
It’s not so busy nowadays, with all the murders, muggings, gang fights, Escooters, yobboes and closed shops.
Although the mortgage needed to use coffee shops still do a roaring trade. The unemployed use them a lot.
King Street, or is it Queen Street?
With the regulation, food delivery cyclist is driving up the one-way (Down) street. Traffic on Upper Parliament Street is busy.
I got up on Upper Parliament Street, feeling a tad drained. Made my way to the nearly bankrupt Victoria Centre, and the Boots Chemist shop appears when I got inside to be getting ready for closing when I got in. Big gaps on the shelves. Getting the prescription made up,. (It will save a carer having to fetch it, and as I was in town anyway.)

As I left the store, I thought I’d nip in the Poundland Store to see if they had some of the Worcester sauce chip thingies in stock. They did, but only two packets left, so I got them.
Over the road and to the number 40 bus stop.
To my delight, Carer Chris tapped my shoulder. He was on his way into work, and helped me on and off the bus, so that was nice and welcome. He also kept steadying me each time I was thrown around as the bus braked, went over speed humps or around corners. I told him about how well the visit to the NHS centre had gone. Tired, early, in pain, yes!
But feeling much better all around. For getting out again, and meeting someone I could talk to on the home trip. Nice!

Chris shot off to get to work. I poddled in and up to the flat.
I think the first thing I did was empty the catheter bag again, put the kettle on, and took one of the 4-a-day Antiseptic tablets. No, that’s not right, erm… antibiotic tablet.

Penicillin, it said on the box. Then decided that sleep would be a grand idea, so after the Carer calls, I’ll try to nod off until the 22:00hrs Carer calls to medicate and put the night pouch on for me… then enjoy some proper sleep. That’s the plan, anyway!

Then I took a close look at the inflammation on the ankle and toes, I was pleased, not with the pain, but the swelling going down already? Can’t be that quick? After one capsule? I may not be seeing so well, but I can check this photo in the morning.
Mind you, the good Doctor did tell me they would have no effect on the pain for 48 hours. So, no complaints, I have, after all, been doing some walking this week.
I bet it’ll be easier in the morning, or, tomorrow night.

Now, I’d better get a meal made up.

What a feast! Of course, with the hobbling most of the day, I suppose I’m going to be hungrier than normal?
Flavour Rating: 8.8/10.

I nodded of while trying to watch ‘Heartbeat’ yet again!
Woken by Carer Chris calling, around 22:00hrs.
He seemed as pleased as I was at the meeting up earlier.
He soon got the eye drops in. Then the medicationing. Followed by the eye drops were done.
As Chris was filling in the paperwork, he moved the curtain, and I saw the sunset. I mentioned that I would have liked to have photographed the lovely-looking sun on its way down, but was just too tired to. He grabbed the camera and took these shots from the balcony for me.
A nice wide shot.
Then a glorious close-up for me.
He then attached the night bag to ,
and said his farewells. Bless him!.

I later found this sign of Nottingham traffic chaos, up the road from the flat, on Mapperley Plains Woodborough Road.
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Just thought you might like to know it’s not only where you live.
Hahaha!

Feet up – kip!

Whorra Day!

Inchie: Monday 3rd July 2023

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After doing the tests, I put them in the Excel graph thingummy; Then, I got this unnecessary brainwave to alter the layout to include the day.
I really should have known I was going to make a right mess of it! It’s so long since I did any serious work on Excel; remembering how to do this and that, was like starting afresh again! It took me over two hours to get the thing done, and then I still need to titivate it some more to get it how I wanted it.
Note to self: If it works, leave it alone!

Inchie Wakes up.
Singing out loud, 🎼”Oh, What a Beautiful Morning…”🎼. Then leaping up to do a few hundred toe-touches and press-ups. He spent a minute or two shadowboxing, and then he drank a glass of carrot juice & balsamic vinegar. He rang the Prime Minister on his red phone, offering some suggestions and advice. Wrote a 44-verse concerto for the violin, and took his Energy Pills… 
Back to reality…

05:20hrs: As I woke, reluctantly, the pleasure of no pains coming from, , , or .
: Of course, within seconds, it changed. My foot slipped off of the chair it was lying on, and the following clunk on the floor started the wound bleeding and gave me a spot of pain. Naturally, I just laughed it off…

By the time I’d struggled up to catch my balance and had grabbed my , I’d knocked the bottles off of the ottoman, and  .
The day continued in a similar fashion, I fear.

The cruel & deliberately intentionally incompetent owned  & destroyed for ulterior reasons, which are all in the name of number-crunching by designs in increasing their ranking in the World List at the top of the ; Continued in their regular, sod-the-customers fashion and went down many times during the day again.
Master-Frustrationalists are .

: I managed to take the photo of the night bag upside down. Of course, it could happen to anyone. Like forgetting to put the SD card back in the camera, and getting ready to take a shot and finding out then! I think this may be why all my photographs disappeared into the ether?
The leg wound on the ulcer was still stinging, but that was because the leg had dropped off of the chair. It could happen to anyone, though!
Mmm! I took a look at the left leg’s multitude of sort of .
They were losing some water, but at least it was not gunging this time. Just water looking fluid.
On one of Liberty-Global, Virgin Media blackouts that lasted longer than usual – never thought I’d have to say that…
. I sorted some bins out, and doing the carers desk one (above) affected the right hand & arm. Resulting in a mess that needed cleaning up in the picture.
During this, I gave myself another pained. And, this time. just to make it even more harrowing; right on the

Early morning view from the kitchenette window. As you look at this snap of hidden-drug-growing attics in the houses, the sun breaks through from the rear left.
In the afternoon, as a few drops of rain fell, and the clouds took command of the view – darkness came over Sherwood. Minutes late the sunshine was back and the clouds all cleared! I did take a snap of this… but as part of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, and the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind?
Just thought I’d mention it!.
Between the failures of $26 million salaried Mr Fries’s inability to run an internet service that works, he still buys up all, or invests in so many other internet companies, Worldwide?
Proving to me, that obviously, they’re intent on becoming the leading financial leaders, the richest, the superior oligarchy company ever.
With ulterior motives naturally; confused me at first why they are destroying previously reliable companies after buying them up for billions of dollars?
Their answers to your problems are usually to try to sell you another package, but never explain how to get your old one working with a modicum of success, let alone properly.
For some poor sod like me, all I get is email addresses and telephone numbers to call to get advice on your problems. They have been informers of my ailment preventing my carrying out these puzzling confusing loads of tosh; & .
Again, while I have the time; while waiting for the internet to come back on, I just thought I’d mention it!

Pareidolian’s Delights!

I can find a chicken’s head, a snake’s head, and a frog or toad in these amazing afternoon shots – well the one above!
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Two more heads in this one, or are they airliner cabins?
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Amazing formations!
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A wider shot: It seems to change the more I look at this one. Mind you with the combination of Gladys Glaucoma, Saccades, Protanopia Paul and the aborted Cataract Katie operation, I may be seeing things that no one else can… or can’t see things that everyone else can?

It’s getting late now. The ailments witching hour has started. The leg ulcer is getting tender again and inflamed a smidge. The right foot is swelling up. And my poor little Inchies is bleeding a bit. The weariness is coming on, too.
So, I went off the computer and made myself a meal.

Opened a can of five-bean soup with some added tomatoes, I added just a little borscht and vinegar. Roast potato cubes.. a lot of them. And three ready-sliced wholemeal cobs to go with it. No dessert this time, I forgot!
Bootiful! It tasted grand. A taste rating of 7.9/10 was given.
I fell asleep in the recliner as I was trying to watch a Heartbeat episode. Nothing new there then!

As for what took place afterwards… Your guess is as good as mine! Hehehe!

I had a dream, well, a nightmare. Just thought I’d mention it!

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INCHIE: Thursday 29th June 2023 – Liberty-Global Virgin Media Dimouts Galore!

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There’s a lot that life has been launching at me lately.
Medically, financially, and socially, guilt, & self-hatred, which is undoubtedly one of the worst, along with the unwarranted depression and hatred of my ailments. But the Master-Pisser-Offerer, without question, is:
My recently acquired inability to absorb facts, figures, numbers, dates, and names and my chronically-bad memory are worsened by oligarchs & the company they bought and destroyed; for some obviously underhand ulterior motive, ‘s constant, every day several times going offline, is the killer! I already struggle to see what I’m doing and writing with, , and , naturally &
Don’t help me either. I’ve got to get this out of my system, even if s, Mr Fries, the $26 million salaried boss, sues me. I’ve not got enough money to live on, so it will mean prison for me… which could mean me getting the medical attention I need quicker? No ridiculously increased heating and lighting bills, cost of food price rises, rent going up, insurance going up… He might be doing me a favour by suing me for telling what I believe to be the truth.  
I really love doing this rubbish of a blog. But it’s getting harder and harder. Losing work on it diurnally, when Liberty-Global repeatedly, fail to maintain even an imitation of the good service.
I’ve only just started writing this Thursday’s blog at 15:00hrs on Friday. And as for getting Fridays done… well…
(I’ve been out to see the Bank Manager! I know!) Carer Kara went with me and took control, bless her cotton socks. A treasure she is, I’d be lost without her help. (She’s still not keen on adopting me as a grandfather, though… I don’t blame her! Hehehe!)
I’ll tell you about it in the next blog. I hope.
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Just look at this above… One High Norm, and three Hyper One Lows. Considering my life is a mess at the moment, I’m well pleased with these returns!

The attached night pouch was darker than of late. But only just inside the ‘Drink More Fluid’ area of the NHS scorecard by a little.

The regulation need of the arose, so off to the wet room, using two sticks this time. I’m a smidge worried in case the left leg collapses again. But it didn’t… had I just taken , or mayhap alone, I can’t help but feel the leg would have gone on me again. Hehehe!

My heart warmed when I got inside the wet room, and noticed I’d scrubbed of the “Do Not Flush” I’d written on W.C. the water tank. Tickled pink at knowing the tank would refill without me having to lug all the water from the kitchen to get it refilled. Thanks to Deana for ringing the maintenance for me about it.
The right leg where I dropped the soda bottle on my ankle and toe, was still tender, but not as bad as I thought it might be.
(It got a lot worse with doing all the walking on Friday, to get to the bank, and sort it out tomorrow!)The red marks under both arms had returned, but I had some of the ointment left that I used up. The usual procedure of was performed, without any further .

Another Blue-Hue to the morning’s view!

Tea & bikkies time, then got the computer going…
Please do not let Mr Fries, from know about this, cause I know he’ll be worried sick about the company he spent s $23 billion to buy, not working, and will feel so depressed and ashamed. Huh!
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Money-Mad Twerp! (Jealousy, methinks? Hahaha!)
Yes, it’s only my jealousy, you know! Haha!
I lost couldn’t of the time it went down. Certainly the most by far from in any one day. They outshone their own usual incapabilities today. 

I knuckled down to the regular pattern for hours and hours then.

❶ Starting with creating some artwork or blog input…
❷ Going down...
❸ Washing pots, eye drops in, Medicationalisations, second eye drops in, going to get another bottle of spring water, taking photos of the sky from the kitchen window, in any order…
❹ – coming back on…
❺ Trying to remember where I was and what I’d done – to enable me to redo the world lost because it couldn’t be saved due to – going down. Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat! Repeat, Repeat!…

Here are the sky photographs from the day

 

I was so frustrated, more than s Fries will ever be. But of course, nothing must come between the oligarch’s desperate addiction to profit, even if only on paper.

Carer Chris arrived for the next to last call of the day. I was sat in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner, where I’d fallen asleep. Through mental fatigue, frustration, and fighting off my hatred for the uninterested . Until rang out, and Chris entered.
He was kind enough to tend to me without my getting up from the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesore-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-fallout-able from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
He did the eye drops first, then the medications, and then the second drops. Kind of him; I think he understood how done-in I was.

THE DREAM!

I reckon I nodding-off again within seconds of the lad leaving.
Into a marvellous dream that I did not want to leave.
It made me want to cry on my sleeve…
Nothing happened to make me sad or grieve…
Suzanne my first love, came into view…
I shan’t say what we got up to!
♥

The door chimes chimed out. It was Carer Chris on the last call of the day. Again, the lad let me stay in the recliner while medicating and eye-dropping me.

Getting back to sleep was not so easy this time. The concerns about the visit to the bank in the morning, and getting things ready, harrassed my tormented mind.
The bliss of sleep was just about to return. The eyelids were drooping, the mind going blank. Then I suddenly realised I’d not had a meal! So I got up and made one, a feast really!

Followed by some wonderful vegan ice cream!

Evening all… Have a good day!

INCHIE: Wednesday 28th June 2023

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I love this one; just look at the dates. Hehe! 

I burst into life with a jolt, inane muttering coming from my mouth; I must have been in the middle of a dream? I detached the night bag from .
Decent-coloured urine this morning.
The need to use the arose, and so did I from 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, caught my balance, grabbed , and off to the wet room. The evacuation session was completely different this time. in complete charge. Messy!

A stand-up job. Bleeding aplenty from various departments during the washing-up, of my magnificent, muscular, firm, women-attracting body. Where from? I’ll tell yers: Teeth and gums, nose, chin, neck, head and of course the regulars, , and poor old . Oh, naturally from the inserted tube.
The took me half as long again as the flipping wash & brush-up did.
Ten minutes on the computer, and…
And, these oligarchs, heroic internet blockers who claim this: “Liberty Global is a world leader in converged broadband, video and mobile communications and an active investor in cutting-edge infrastructure, content and technology ventures” – Financially they may be, but the service is crap!

Within five hours it had been down nine times! (And more followed!) By the end of the day, the smoke & mirrors money fanatics had failed me no less than 22 times!  I really must say, My hatred for them grows!

I tried for ages to get a hold of neighbour Josie, to give her some coffees and a pink G&T. I sensed she was in, but it took me six tries… which was something to do each time that $26 million salaried boss Herr Fries led and owned companies internet failed, again and again!

Domestic Denise called. Shocked at the state of my leg. I think she mentioned it to Carer Kara, who called in quickly to check on my leg wound. Creamed it for me. I’m worried about going in the taxi tomorrow to the Bank meeting, it is painful, and my wearing trousers are bound to hurt more. Poor thing, Hehe!

Laundry returned.

Something else to do while the Liberty-Global internet is down.
I made a brew and had two cookies… oh, three!

While a carer was here, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, florist and Warden Julie came in. I’m not certain what took place but think it was about ordering a lift with for 21 July for the EENT Hospital. Kara spoke but, I didn’t catch it all; bad timing with my old ear wax crackling again.

Back on the computer…

Ad an early meal, just a small one.
Sarnies, tomatoes and beetroot. Nice!

Not sure why or when I took this one.
From the computer desk through the balcony.

Carer Chris did the last two calls. Asked him not to put the night bag on, I’ll do it, cause going into the kitchen to make a meal with tube and bag to carry along with a walking stick, is too risky in my state. Mind you, there is always the chance of , , or maybe even a kicking off when I bend, so there is no winning either way. Hehe!

Well, fancy that, I’ve not had two meals in a day for a year or so. I good sign, mayhap; or not?

Then, washed the pots and…
took a shot of the end car park as it was beginning to darken a little. We can’t have had much rain lately; the mudslide from Woodthorpe Grange Park was noticeable by its absence!

Waking up to the flashing light from the TV screen, which did the cataract no good.
I went to check the kitchen and wet room for anything left on or off that shouldn’t be.
The amazing blue hue of the night.

Good Night!

INCHIE: Tuesday 27th June 2023 – Food Glorious Food!

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A rush job again – from notes, mostly.

Up at 06:30hrs.
Nigh pouch off, emptied & sorted
Kitchen
Check on the being done-up house below.
I wonder what it’s costing them?

Refilled biscuit barrel with the 4-a-day cookies.

Two food deliveries today; I got the bags and boxes out and ready for the first (Asda) Food arrival. Iceland is due later.

CARER KARA arrived. sorted out the medications and eye drops. I think we spoke of Friday’s visit to the bank, but I’m not sure?

Asda arrived good and early.
Soda waters
Apart from having to pick out the black and green ones, these are super-tasty little nuggets of potato. I can do them in the new air-fryer (15 mins) or in the oven (45 mins).
Soya lemon desserts, Lacto-free milk, sterilised milk, and strawberry cheesecakes and of course, with the cookies being on offer, as well as the milk – a bargain?
Last year the milk was 99p. Today on offer at £1,29!
Bakery Section…
Sliced wholemeal rolls, Brown baguettes &
the limited to one Tear & Share bread on offer.
Only one packet of tear & share bread allowed. (It’s on offer!) I got all the bread ordered, a rarity, I decided to put some in the freezer for later on.
Food cupboard stocks.

The Schweppes Soda water, pink and watermelon flavoured, was still on offer, so I bought even more at this price, almost half-price! Also, I got two Asda own-brand bottles of soda; they can have some of the Lowicz raspberry juice to flavour it. Being the keen, alert, dedicated good housekeeping person that I am, I decided to make a bottle up as soon as I’d finished sorting the Asda storing of the foods… & a double, painful ensured…
I dropped a bottle of Soda, and it hit my chin, then bounced onto the , and I may have said something like “Oh, dear!”

Iceland arrived; as Carer Sam was visiting me, I was bending her ear over the appointment in injuries. Hehehe! She kindly put the barfs in the kitchen for me.
Seemed to be a lot of bags today? Have I made another cock-up?
Milk roll bread, cheap kitchen towels, apple pastries, spray oils, bread thins, and brown baguettes.
In fact, they had everything I ordered, even the ones I ordered by mistake! Hard to believe, I know!

Over the next three hours, I got a lot of updating done on CorelDraw. This was due to; the consistency, perseverance, and free-willed constitution of… 
and I believe their involvement (Owning or par owning) of 18 other internet providers in Europe. And, of course, their inability to provide internet to Nottingham that does not go down several times a day; that costs me hours in redoing the work lost that could not be saved. Also causing more mistakes!
DO NOT GO NEAR THEM!
Then again; With them owning Virgin Media, O2, PC Brand, ‘3’ the UPC brand, Plusnet, and Sunrise UPC. Shares in Vodaphone, Smarty, EE & BT. With 11.9 idiots… I mean, million subscribers, where else can you go to?
They’ve got us where they want us, by the short & curly!

FOOD TIME
Ah, that was nice.
And although a terrible photo, the flaky pastry with gooey, sticky apple sauce was also okay!

I gave up on the ambidextrousness, chicanery, doublespeak, thaumaturgy, figure-shuffling, and slithery.
Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.

Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.

Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.
The carer called and woke me up. Medicated me.

Tiredness, weariness and agony got to me. Head down.

The Thought Storms Raged!

INCHIE: Monday 26th June 2023

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Another testing day. The new ailment, the left side of the rib cage, comes and goes, but, always pains me when I stand up, sit down, twist the torso, bend down or stretch out, up or down. Cough, sneeze or any sharp intake of breaths. It’s pot-luck at all other times. However, contrariwise, the good news, nay… the great news, is that the left leg hasn’t failed me once today (22:00hrs). So, the first day in five, that I have been tumble-less! Furthermore, for the first time in many months of daily agony from , she has calmed down tremendously!
Only one from the right leg…  Talking about legs,
The left one has shrunk a lot this morning. Neither , or the lesions have squirted anything!
And another thing, no cuts shaving! Of course, the fact that I didn’t have a shave might have influenced that. Hehe!
REPEATEDLY
It was down that often; it was 17:00hrs before I made a start on this blog!.
So, a quicky today, folks.

07:25hrs: I was still asleep when Carer Richard arrived, and was unsure of all that happened. Other than he took off the night pouch, issued the drops, then the medications, followed by the second drops: I hope I didn’t miss summat important what he said.

As I gingerly rose from the for once comforting rest of the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recline, caught my balance and responded to call to the , on my way out en route to the wet room…
I managed to catch my foot on , dropped , and gave myself a nasty as per, right on the ingrowing toenail.
I smiled and carried on to the .

Well, that was a no-go, literally. Rock Solid! No movement at all! As usual on these occasions, I had a go at the crossword book, put on the reading glasses and managed easily enough to read the clues and get some answers. However, I realised I’d been in there for far too long, and nothing but the odd bit of wind was still evacuated. I gave up! I’ve still not been and passed!

Back to the main room.
A smidgeon of guilt arose when I saw the contents of the waste bin near the recliner.
Noticed that the legs had deflated a good bit; nice!

Also, the marks on the chest were clearing up.
It’s worrying all this good luck, you know!

I got the computer on, but not the Oligarchs’ internet.

I did work on the Ode, then titivated some graphics I was working on yesterday for an hour or so. Mr Fries must have made a mistake; the internet came back on! Some poor bugger will get the blame for this!

It stayed on for ten minutes or so.

I rushed to finish the Sunday blog, but it was no good.
Fancy That!

The carer arrived, and usual tending-toos were carried out. We Had a laugh for a minute or two. A bit of mutual leg-pulling.

No internet again, so I took photos of the sky.
Surely someone can see what I did in these clouds.
Highly Pareidoliaiable.

The Smoke & Mirror mob, (someone who draws attention away from often embarrassing or unpleasant figures or issues, usually for self-gain), is, if nothing, consistent.  Three minutes after the connection returned…

I then got back on the word listings for the odes.
A mistake this was… after two hours, the Carer Chris called, and after he’d done me, I went back on the work listing using Excel and CorelDraw… for another hour!

Got the internet back on. An hour later…

Good Heavens, it came back on minutes later!

And stayed dedicated to finishing the Sunday blog. And stayed on while did it!
Heads will probably roll for this!.
I made a start on this blog…

Well-miffed! I decided to have a nibble and made a pot of cheesy instant potatoes.
I live a life of luxury!

Did some work on CorelDraw.
Internet back on, I took the opportunity to change the Asda order I’d done. Well, I realised that they were going to charge me £4.50 for delivery of it. It seems they have changed the cheapest delivery pass, the one I have, and used to cover Mon, Tue, Wed & Thurs, and removed the Monday option. So I changed the date to Tuesday. Shame, cause I’ve still not got any bread. Hehehe!

Evening Carer Chris arrived in a bit of a hurry, bless him. He got me seen to, but left the night pouch to me, as I asked him to, so I’m not cooking at 02:00hrs with the added danger of the night bag carrying and the long tube tripping over.

I noticed the wonderful evening sky had gone brown and took this snap of it. Bootiful, I thought!

Got some potatoes in the oven cooking, I was going to have some faux sausages, but not without bread. I’ll have a look and see what I’ve got in the cupboard and fridge.

I fell asleep and burnt them!


TTFN

INCHIE: Friday 23rd June 2023 – WC Water Tank Mended!!!

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Today held such promise as well. On waking, my EQ informed me that it was going to be a mixed day – Whatever that means? No question, deep anticipation, tergiversation, and an irritating doubtfulness of today’s upcoming events, were rumbling about in my head this morning.
Despite a positive belief that the WC water tank and tap will get repaired. It’s just the other unknown new bafflements, problems and concerns that always arise. Every single day, although not so bad at the weekends as a rule. But this is a Friday – famously known for having to make appointments and get lifts, with no help available until Monday. Anyway…

At 06:20hrs, I rose from the depths of my c1964, £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, renowned for its encouraging somnipathy, rickety recliner. To see the
The night pouch had a little more content, but according to Carer Chris, rated on the NHS card as being on level 6. Not good! However, having three tumbles in three days and giving the bladder and other areas a bit of bashing is not surprising.
I hastily removed the night pouch, put it to one side, then raised my gruesomely overweight body from the chair and made for the wet room. To do a stand-up wash…  but first, there came an urgent, very urgent feeling to use the . And what a session that was! had given in the battle for supremacy, and was in full control. I swear the water in the bowl bubbled for two minutes after receiving the three massive torpedoes in short order! This may need more than two buckets of water fetching to refill the non-working water tank… and it did need extra. The first flush and one torpedo stubbornly refused to dive. I used two buckets at hand for refilling the bowl, before it disappeared, but streaks remained on the porcelain I had to clean up. Then fetched more water for the next visit. Then realised the plumber was coming today, so may not need them with any luck for the next sitting. Hehe!
Next, I started the . Tackling the shaving first was the most challenging, to avoid all the cuts from yesterday, and avoiding any more. Well, that went okay! Just one tiny nick. My spirits rose!  Washed my feet in a bowl while having a body wash. That was not so good. I caught the tube on , which made me jump, and pulled it again! had lowered my spirits a smidge! Getting the protective pants on afterwards, and lowered them some more!
However, I did get the pants on without catching the valve tab or tearing the pants at all.
Medications now, other than the.
Germoloid applications to the rear end. I think that the falls had caused the excessive bleeding from . No need for the corticosteroid cream today. No bleeding from the Inchies fungal lesion. Which was amazing, considering I’d just pulled at the tubing stuck in him!
Spirits crept back up an iota! Getting dressed only involved putting on the thin dressing gown for the moment.

Getting the slippers on in the other room, was nothing short of farcical. The now thin right leg went in pretty easily. But the bloated left leg and foot were a different story. It must have taken me eight or nine to get the foot in without hurting it. Funny really! The white toe ends seemed more prominent?

Checked around to see if I’d left nothing on or running, and off to the kitchenette, to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie. Took this snap of the morning view.

Carer Chris arrived, as I just noticed I’d left the urine night bag on the trolley, and was emptying it. It seemed to be a two-tone colour now? Hehehe!

Chris got the first eye drops in and had a look over my body as he applied the Phorpain Gel to my area. He did a good job with it too.
Dished out the medications and did the second eyedrops.
Then told me of the 6 bruises around my body, presumably from the falls. He then took a photo of all of them.

Starting with the head…
The arm, I think, might have been during Deana’s visit fall.
Not sure where this one was from…
The back, I think
This one w

as Pareidoliaiable.
I see a mouth and chin?
Must be the back near the top of the PPs?
Chris moved down to the left leg…
Then right leg
I do try to avoid these tumbles, but as the
The doctor said years ago, when I was diagnosed
with There is
nothing we can do for dying Neurotransmitters.
I believe the base cause of the falls is PN.
The Water Geysers and ulcers, something else.
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We had a laugh about things, and off he shot on his rounds.
I go the computer on to update the Thursday bog. As you see here, I didn’t get far!
I was working on CorelDraw to start the Health check graphic, and the intercom flashed. It was the Nottingham City Homes maintenance plumber, I let him in and a minute later, he was coming in and came to me at the computer. I took the chance to remind him of the tap not running as well as the tank not filling. He already knew, so Deana must have told them when she phoned for me, bless her.
He got on with the job for half an hour or so and then came to me.
It was a bad photo, but I took it after he had to empty everything from the airing cupboard to access the tanks. Loved the way he used the raised toilet seat from the wet room to get up high enough. Hehe!
Nice chap. He showed me a broken part when the inside had come free. He’s called his base, and someone was coming out with a new spare part. He was going down to wait in his van for their arrival. I insisted he takes a can of pop of his choice to drink while he was waiting.

Virgin Media had come back on again. So I pressed on regardless with the Thursday blog updating.
Many mistakes, some I’m bound to have missed in my haste as the afternoon approached already.

The young man returned with the part and got on with fitting it for me.
I took a peep at the pile of things from the airing cupboard, clothes, soaps, covers, towels etc.
And found some lavender soap that I bought for Sister Jane years and years ago, I thought I’d lost it. Hehehe!
The man came to say, I’d got water from the tap and into the tank. But I must be aware that it will never be strong either. And why, but I can’t remember that bit.
He showed me in the wet room what he meant. If it stays like that, I’ll be happy enough. Thanked him, and off he went. I rang Deana to tell and thank her, but it was on the answerphone, I think.

Strewth, the days have gone quickly again! Back to blogging. Well, that was the plan. It came back on a few minutes later. At last, I got it finished? – But No!

Carer Sam arrived with a new young girl to do the meds and eyes for me. I had them laughing with my tales of woe. Haha! Finger in the corner of the closed eye for three minutes. Back on the computer blogging. For five minutes.

I used the time to check on the hot water supply – it was cold! Did I mention how lucky a person I am yet?

Carer Kara rushed in. Bless her cotton socks! She rang the TSB bank, and eventually, after a right performance again, logging in, Kara got to talk to a human, someone from the West Bridgford branch, the only one left in Nottingham.
Not only did she make an appointment for me, but will come with me as the bank had asked her to (I hope). She ordered a taxi for the day, too. She had to rush off but made sure I’d got the appointment correct in the Google calendar first. Now I do feel like a lucky person! To have help like this is Grrreat!.

Finally, I got the blog done and posted to WordPress. Phew, what a struggle that all was!
A lot of photos to go on today (As you can see), but I got them uploaded and doctored quick enough. Then realised I’d missed putting this photograph from earlier on.
Can’t have been any rain today, judging by the reduced size of the mudslide?
Oddly, the legs have stayed the same today, left lofty, right reduced in size. Ah, I wonder if this has anything to do with the left overfluided leg, suddenly losing all sensations of touch?
Carer Chris made his last call of the day. He’s got four days of now, I think… or did he say three… or two… He got the eye drops in and then issued the medications. Rubbed some Phorpain Gel into (Nice!) Then, it was time for the drops in. I asked him not to put the night bag on yet, and I’ve not made a meal. Assuring him I’ll be able to remember to put it on. (Cough, cough!)

Going to get something to eat now. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the morning, to catch up.

It’s getting late, and the legs weaker, the eyes worse, and the weariness creeping in.

I caught the last moments of the sunset. Took a wide shot and then a close-up one. Not my best of efforts, but being late, I had been got at by a vicious.

A really tasty meal tonight. As I said yesterday, the taste buds are returning online. I’m glad to say. I’ve had some terrible-tasting meals of late.
Flavour-Rating: 9.2/10.
Put the pots in soak. It is definitely safer regarding the left leg crumpling risk, using two walking sticks… but to carry anything at the same time is impossible – and you can almost guarantee that the going dead – neurotransmission failure will come just when I am carrying something.

ignored my over-tiredness and plea for sleep for ages. Then I realised I’d not put the night bag on yet! So, I did!

Back down in the £300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously, grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner

Nodded straight off, and into a dream about the Skegness beach. I’d lost someone or thing, & was panicking, frantically searching the sands, and asking everyone if they had seen what or whoever it was, but the short dream terminated abruptly, when I woke with a jump, thinking I heard an ice cream van chimes similar to my door chime.
I felt the need to check, even if it had sounded, by the time I fumbled out of the recliner, got the sticks and my balance, the call would have ended. Still, I hobbled on to check for any missed calls; there were none. I wonder if in the dream… ice cream…?

I turned to go back, and the night view through the window made me get the Kodak to take a shot or two of the amazingly blue nightshade.
A close-up shot revealed that the sun was just seeable.
So the so-called dream must have been a short one. That is, if I had one at all? Looking closely at the second picture, I wondered what the squiggly lines are on the left? Likely some additions.

Auf Wiedersehen, Mon amis & до побачення