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Woke up with little effort. With 
grinding away at me. So painful, I wondered how I’d managed to sleep at all. Very odd. Took the Catheter bag off. Checked the taps, etc., and turned the kettle 
on. I took this first snap of the morning (left). It was not as cold as I thought it would be when I opened the window. This is often a sign 
of snow coming. The forecast was a yellow warning for snow in Nottingham. But it didn’t fall. Unlike me, when I went to the wet room. I fell against the sink after using the Throne, and went to have a wash and do the teggies, with the 
prescription toothpaste. Very, very carefully. I could not avoid it hurting with the darned teeth, several of them that had somehow come 
loose. As much as I took care not to overly pressure them, it was a painful job. I think it must have been the crispy, cheesy potatoes I had last night. I really love them, but dare not have any more with the state of my teggies. Instant mash and cheese from now on. Not the same, but needs must. I pondered things over, and realised that the super tasty seaweed snacks, the hot ones with chilli, are much 
harder than the green bags ones that are lighter and thinner. And dearer too. So that’s baked cheesy potatoes, crispy seaweed snacks, and Choc Chip Cookies to remove from my favourites list. I could sob! But I’ll not yet, plenty of time for that later.
The intercom rang; it was the delivery of a Morrison order. I let him in by pressing the door release button and waited for him to arrive. This is a doorstep delivery. And waited… a little longer… and a few minutes more. Went to check on the Amazon site, “This order was Delivered Today”
I struggled to get my shoes on, my back and right shoulder were irritated, even before my treks up and down to the lobby began. I suspected that the 6 bags had been left in the ground-floor lobby. Got down and it proved right. I’d taken the three-wheeled walker with me and got two bags in it, one balancing on top between the handlebars. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then got up to the flat and put the bags in the flat’s lobby near the flat door.
2) Back down to the lobby with the three-wheeled walker, got two bags precariously in it. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then made it to the flat and set the bags in the lobby by the door. Pain is increasing more now.
3) Back down to the lobby with the th
ree-wheeled walker, got two bags precariously in it. I fought to keep the top bag from falling off en route, then made it to the flat and set the bags in the lobby by the door. Pain is increasing even more now. I took some painkillers before putting the food 
away. I was fuming, but the physical aches kept me from getting mad, if that makes sense. Then got the bags, one by one, into the flatlet in the hallway. I had to leave then, and sit down to recover from my chest pains to ease the breathlessness.
Got the things put away, taking this snap of the view from the kitchenette. My anger was not easing, though. I got on the computer to try to complain to Amazon. Typical oligarch tricks again. Just like British Gas and Virgin Media… GITS! THUNDERTURDS! SWINE!
I asked Google how to complain about an Amazon delivery. Followed their advice, but couldn’t find the tab they said to click on the Your Order page.
I tried to contact Customer Services. Got through the AI’s lists until it came to selecting a reason from the following list: Nonem et my criterior. Snookered again by the Oligarchs. I didn’t find an option to ring them, but it was a 333 call, Minimum £2 a minute, plus unstated connection charges. Sod that you Oligarchs! British Gas charged me about £20, and the problem remains unresolved. The Virgin calls have cost me even more, with frequent connection drops, and they can charge a connection fee each time we have to rin
g back. Ejaz reckoned I’d spent £50 quid, plus connection charges, on the three calls we’ve had to make!
Back to the Amazon Oligarchs Problem.
I found where I could get them to ring me! I couldn’t, well, wouldn’t believe it, so I went through the pick you option of what to talk about, and again, my criterion was not available, but this time I found a ‘Something Else’ option that, for once, did not take me the same number of useless options. They needed my landline number. I put it in and was told, ‘That number is not recognised.’ And went back to where I started my search. I had to work hard, as the physical and mental pain Amazon had inflicted on me was getting to me more each time the telephone number was rejected.
Which was four times, four times I had to go through the system again to get to the comically-called, so-called, Customer Service to phone me.
How the Hell does Amazon get away with this and increase its turnover every year? Silly question… they are Oligarchs, of course. Virgin, owned by Liberty Global oligarchs who own or hold shares in 82% of European internet and telecommunications service providers, and, according to Forbes, pay their CEO millions of dollars a year, plus guaranteed bonuses… Jealousy on my part? Yup!
Getting like my confidence, hatred, health and mental disaffection; a little darker now. Just like Dank Dark Darius Depression is.
I’m not sure which is the most painful right now. The Physical pains, frustration, mental disruption, or the purest hatred that I’ve formed for years.
Well pee’d off, I made a brew of Glengettie, and 
finished off yesterday’s blog. My heart was not in it. That’s a first. I felt, and still do, so downhearted. Thanks to Amazon oligarchs.
Hello, a final, nae, first blast of the powerful but fading sun got through. Those little clouds have been showing for hours. Do you know what that means? No, nor me. Hehe!
The sun faded shortly after taking the Kodak-Tim-2 camera photo.
I went to wash the tea mug, to find that I’d left the bloody hot water tap on to run cold – Again!
The earlier depression that I thought was my lowest all year was beaten by a Mega-Depression, during which I sank to my lowest point all year.
Where is 
when you want him?
Well, what about food? Well, that’s controlled by 
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I bought a soft sourdough sliced loaf; it was delivered, 
well, almost delivered today by Oligarchs Amazon. But let’s not get back on that subject. It’s still sore! I have some soft bread, but what to go on it? No-butter butter, of course, I’ve some soft blue 
cheese to go with the bread. Some pickled onions, I can suck them but not bite them. Huh! Luckily, I bought the cheaper but softer chicken sausages (Not hostages, Keir!), which I should be able to manage to eat. The Spanish tomatoes are out of season ones, and fat to hard skin and flesh for me to tackle, so I’ll dish them. I have a jar of sliced green tomatoes in water. I’ll see if they are manageable for my poor, cracked, broken, painful, rotting, just been checked by the dentist, who told me they’d be fine until the next visit, teggies to handle.
That was a mouthful.
Well, better get on and make the sarnies then.
Took this snap with Kodak-Tim-2, and as I closed the window, I knocked a jug of kettle water off of the window ledge. I laughed loudly, smiled, sang ‘The Hills are Alive, with the Sound of Music,’ did a backflip as I was mopping up the water… no, you’ll never believe that. I cried!
I’ll, well, I’m hoping to be back in the morning to pick up where I left off updating this fascinating, irresistible, captivating blog… No, you’ll never believe that either. I wouldn’t believe that.
SAD TOOTHACHERS MEAL TONIGHT
The sourdough bread was extra
soft and tasty. A lot of the no-butter
butter, and tomato sauce on top
of pork slices. I made an error
in not putting some of the green
tomato salad on the dish.
The seaweed was thin, but
the most tasty item.
I can’t recall him calling.
Got my head down as soon as Carer Ejaz finished the last call. Sleep came quickly, and stayed with me through until the morning Carer arrived…
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Changed the calendar clock and off to the wetroom for a shave, teeth and Poo-Poo. Got it all done well before the Carer arrived, and sorted the waste bags into one big one.
Picked up the utensils and plates, and ruddy-well dropped the walking stick, 
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The one mug of tea I did drink. U probably made about eight over the day, but concentrating on the word list, they all, bar the first one, went cold.
I sliced some potatoes, covered with Leicester Cheese, and tiijk this as I put them in the oven.
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flowed, as I continued on my way into the room, catching the tune a second time on the trolley wheel, as I sat down. But not quick enough! 
evacuations are in the offing.
A Bit of a worry here. Yesterday or last night, I took three photos of the kitchen views. And only one got on
Working on the computer, I was lucky enough to find that Amazon sells Glengettie tea last night. I’d run out months ago and missed its satisfyingly strong flavour. So, (I thought), I ordered two boxes of 80 tea bags, and they will be delivered today. An email came through to tell me it had been delivered. I imagined the driver would have left it outside the door… (Ha!) No, it wasn’t there. I rechecked the email and found they had left it in the ground-floor foyer. I 
prepared myself and got down, hoping no one had nicked it before I arrived. It was there, along with a package for another flat. I checked the address and found it was for Jenny’s neighbour, flat 78, I think. Then it dawned on me how big the box was for two packs of 80 Glengettie tea bags. I soon discovered that it held… ready for this, 12×2 60 Glengettie teabags! I don’t think I’ll live long enough to drink them! Hahaha! 
Glengettie tea. I made it, drank it, and enjoyed it so much! I put in too much milk, so I made another mug.
Got the kettle back on, tea bag in the mug, and the rumbling started… Off to the wetroom for visit number two.
who was in command. Also, there were two more follow-throughs to follow. You wouldn’t believe how many toilet rolls I’ve got through already. Had a wash up, and back to the computer.
Yee Gods of Satan, where the heck is it all coming from? I think things looked a little different. As if some straw had been added, and as for the pong… Whoa! Another marathon cleaning up and freshening session, the follow-up burst of phoo! Another marathon session of cleaning and freshening. No wonder the back and knee are playing up with all this bending. Still, I feel some good luck is on its way to me. That was a total lie, sorry about that, I was just trying to cheer missen up. Haha!
Not a sign of him yet today.
Made a better mug of Glengettie again, I must stop drinking tea and get back to the spring and soda water after this one.
Then, as I was taking the mug to wash it, I knocked the hearing aids off of the counter. I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the box and one of the hearing aids, but I couldn’t find the other one. No. At least not for twenty minutes of so. I thought it may have landed in the waste bin, took everything out, carefully, but cut my finger on whatever it was in there. Then, I got the torch wound up to boost the light and searched underneath the 1960-built, falling-apart Hopewell’s E-Plan Sideboard, with the doors falling off. No luck. The cubby-holles with missing doors were searched, without any luck.
I think this is generous to High-Mode-Horis.
defying.
returned and tormented as he had all day. 
joined in.
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I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running. Another day without a wash and shave! Unberottenlievable!
Misty was out there when it got lighter. It turned to fog for a while in the afternoon, then back into a hazy light mist. With odd sprinklings of rain. now and then.
Oh, some colour showing up in this one. Ah, yes, it’s a brick gable end on one of the houses that hasn’t been painted white like the others around it.
Then came a welcome but nerve-racking telephone call from the Social Services lady. I started stuttering while talking to her, and I mentioned things she might not be interested in. What a plonker. The bits I may have remembered rightly, I might have said, were about the bank account, no cleaning done, and the state of the flat… adding swiftly that the Carers are in no way to blame for this. Because we have so many things I need help with, Virgin, British Gas, audio clinic, and I may have mentioned the seizures. I do not know if the lady needed to know these things for sure.
I didn’t catch her name, cause we still haven’t been able to get an appointment at the Audio Clinic to get the hearing aids mended despite Ejaz and my efforts to get through. I didn’t catch her name. She wanted to arrange a meeting; I asked her if it was possible on Wednesday and explained that a Carer who knows my problems would be advantageous in case I get anything wrong or mixed up. She will ring back later. I waffled a bit, I think.
The new yellow-keyed keyboard is still taking getting used to, with the Enter key being a different shape, and mishaps are frequent. But the keys are so much easier for me to read. Even late in the day… but of course, as the old man gets tired, the hash key and brackets ones are much overused in error.
Getting dark now, so I tried to concentrate on my blogging. Belatedly again.
. Medications were issued, and I explained that ICC were sending someone to the Social Lady’s visit on Monday.
Problem with the camera, well, fancy me getting a problem. Hahaha! I took three photographs of the night sky with my Kodak-Tim-2 camera. But only this one ended up on the SD card. Just another of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court’s hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, ectoplasms, Whoopsiedangleploppery, extraterrestrials, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, Cataracts, breaking down hearing aids, leaking catheter bag taps, food price hikes, Fata Morganas, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Lymphorea Leslie, Arthur Itis, Colin Cramps, Memory-Mangling-Malcolm, agony from Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley, dying photo-taking skills and camera, and an increasingly worsening state of Mental-Health! Oh, and the fractured knee… and of course, today’s agony from Carole’s-Catheter-Contraption, and Haemorrhoid Harold.
A double-up meal tonight! My much-loved tasty faggots in onion gravy, with some extra gravy thrown in to dip the bread in. It was actually two ready-made meals to start with. So, as well as the extra mash and gravy, I had four faggots!
But there is a sad side to this. Sob! Parsley Box, where I buy them, has stopped making them. How did they decide on that? To make room for more expensive products? Come think of it, these are not cheap for what they are. But still cheaper than the other home food suppliers that the opposition offers.
That’s my business, they’ve lost! Humph!
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Another crap picture!
Ah, a smidge better.
An even worse snap of the food bags.
Not too good.
I might give up taking pictures.
leg wound, which was bandaged, and will call next Wednesday to check it out. Knocked of the scab on my hand would… a bit of humour actually hear; how did it flow in two directions at the same time?
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I lost hours when I dropped a bottle of soda water.
that much, I had to ask the Carer to apply the Phorpaion Gel on my back on every visit, and took an extra Codeine, well, two!
A change in the view.
On the computer at long last.
The new keyboard, although cheap, really helps when tiredness and Cataract-Katie set in as it gets late in the day, with its yellow keys. But the rearranged, resized, and differently shaped centre Enter button gets me so annoyed when I keep hitting the wrong one. Humph! Still, I’ve been getting things wrong in everyday life lately. Double-Humph!
Kitchen view.
Sunset.
A terrible photo, mayhap
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Straight ahead.
To the left.
The blood on the tissue was from the cracked lips. Nowt to fret about. I put lip balm on, stopped it.
Balcony shots through the window later.
Front car park.
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, it had a go at me in the same hand. For the first time ever, Pete refused to release my 
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it is much improved.
A blue-topped message popped up from Bang & Olufsen, asking if I wanted to make changes to my hard drive. Shoul
I went to get the spuds out of the oven and noticed the mist had turned to fog. I opened the kitchenette window to take these shots. Knocked a bottle of vinegar, a pot of black pepper, ta
rragon, and gravy powder off of the windowsill. I swore a bit, I may have growled, too. 
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Woke up at seven, by the Carer. I was not up to having a body check this morning… Again! I felt ‘Out-of-it’, and well so for the first hour.
As I slowly began to feel more with it, I grabbed the Kodak-Tim-2 and hobbled into the kitchen to take a couple of shots of the blue 
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Although I was so far behind with these blogs, by nearly 21:00hrs, my vision had faded so much that I could not see sufficiently to continue. Glaucoma or Cataract? Or both? Always the same when evening arrives. I lasted a little longer tonight. I made a meal of sorts, wearily. 
As I ate it, all my current concerns weaved their way around my watered cebrium. Finances, Neurology failing to contact me, EENT still not contacted me about the Glaucoma/Cataract, Will I be moved into a home? Or will I manage to get extra Care cover? The mix-up with the Doctor’s appointment. The dentist is changing the appointment. Silly to worry about, I know, but I have not had a known Seizure for two days.
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I woke a few times during the night. Notwithstanding, I got a total of… wait for it… 8 hours kip!
This is all taken from Ejaz’s words; I have no recollections of the first few minutes of wakefulness. Ejaz was concerned about my unbalanced, faraway status, and I was talking gibberish for the first two minutes. It was just pure exhaustion and tiredness, I think. When I tried to stand up, I failed, and Ejaz insisted I stay in the chair. (I’d fallen asleep in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner.)
when Ejaz called. Seems I’d put the TV on, no recollection of doing so.
It was amazing how quickly I felt better. I washed the pots from last night. And readied things for the 
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had returned with a vengeance. What a messy evacuation!
was within reach for once.
The sun is getting through in the front car park. But a smidge misty above.
Later, the sun moved across, making the picture taken through the balcony window look bright.
Forgot to put the lip balm on.
Gorgeous!
The keyboard suddenly stopped working!
Did you notice that there are only seven of the half 
potatoes in this picture? That’s because I ate one while prepping the plate. Darned Tasty! A bad time of year for tomatoes; avoid Spanish and definitely Moroccan this time of year, bitter! I was lucky to get the one in the photo; they are Dutch, possibly irradiated, but at least they tasted like tomatoes, unlike the Moroccan & Spanish tastelessness.
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Cleaned up, and off to the kitchenette to get the kettle on to make a brew of 99 tea.
Not only did I leave the tap running, but I dropped the milk bottle. 
What a mess to clean up. Made the tea, left it to brew, took two snaps of the morning view to the right, then left. Not that much shows up.
photographs now that it was getting later and lighter. Both were taken through the balcony’s 
closed windows. But they turned out a smidge better than I thought they might. The end-of-car-park photo on the right here seemed to show some activity. A few vehicles had their lights on. Only one car had parked on the chevrons this morning.
The Asda order came after seven o’clock. Apparently, I ordered all the right things this time. No hidden unknown extras for once. 
Misty
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Getting thicker, later.
My language, through frustration, was abysmally bad & abusive. Boy, did I get angry with myself? 
This did not bode very well for a successful outcome. I pressed on with little faith, Sved Excel, Notebook, Internet and MS Word. Ran the Virus Check & Cleaner, then turned it off. After a couple of minutes, I unplugged the computer and went to make a brew. To give the computer & peripherals enough time to cool. A Carer arrived, and he could not help but notice my crochety frame of mind.
I brought me meal to the computer and nibbled at it as I waited for the computer to boot up.
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Poor Ejaz shot down to get the laundry back, because he was on a deadline that was almost up for the call.
I got back onto blogging and made some progress, not a lot, mind you. Then the eyesight really got worse. Not that I was surprised, it does this every day when I get tired. I’m hoping to hear from the NHS EENT soon about the cataract lasering. Hopefully, before my 90th birthday. But I’m not too hopeful.
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