Let’s give Labour a chance to cock it up, first…
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At least it was different this morning. Well, it wasn’t, but it would have been nice if it had been. Confusion Conrad Reigned supreme! I took several photos. I lost or misplaced them, they escaped into the ether, or I forgot to insert the SD card. I think I merrily took shots of the catheter bag, a scene shot or two, and the bruise coming up where I trapped my fingernail in the kitchen drawer, expecting to retrieve them later for the blog.
My body and brain march onwards towards the obliviousness of total incapability and insanity.
(I’m in no rush, mind!).
The pouch urine was far too red for comfort again. I sorted the waste bags (the photos self-destructed).
Got the computer on
Now this shot one was not on the AWOL list.
A shot to the right from the kitchen.
A shot to the right from the kitchen.
I may have got these in the wrong order?
The wee-wee kept changing colour, and the pouch suddenly filled up a few times.
As best I recall, Carer Maryham, poorly, bless her. Carer Chris made the second call, Carer Joanne the second, and Carer Victor, the third and fourth visit. Not exactly any seizures today, but the straightforward mind-blanks paid me too many visits. After each one, I struggled to regain what I was doing before; and ended up starting two or three, often more, different things and none getting finished. But, as Tom Jones sang, “It’s Not Unusual”. Was it him or Englebert?
Carers Health Checks of late, returns
A fit lot of folks!
A blue shade sky tonight.
Got the meal prepped, cooked, and served. I kept to the diet and didn’t have any bread as I’d been instructed. I had a brown baguette instead. Ahem!
By gum, it was a good un!
Gobble, slurp… gone! Hehe!
Took this view as I washed the pots.
I went back to watch some TV, fell asleep, and Carer Vic arrived. He medicated me and took my socks off for the night. Oh, dearie me…
He put some cream on once again, coming up with ankle lesions on both ankles/legs.
Not good, this, at all!
I did find them, but it took me a lot longer than 11 seconds… nearer 11 minutes. Haha!
TTFN
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left! I’m having to keep waking up and emptying the day bag overnight.
Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the
, gallons of water, to keep refilling the 
, and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!
One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
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My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!
Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.
Arrived, and got the leg & ankle straps on for me, no bother! 
What the heck part of my body, was this above?
Ah, that was me! Hehe!
The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.
A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… 
arrived. He removed the leg and ankle straps, but of course, he could not attach the 
, as we’ve run out of the nocturnal bags… yet again.
I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!
from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.
Down Only Seven Times today!
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I do recall nearly taking a tumble when I caught the catheter night bag’s long tube. Hehe!
Parkers below from the balcony.
So a lot of cleaning up to do!
Waste bins sorted.
Laundry.
One for me, one for the pot…
Should I save some for later?
Not made into the saucepan?
The battered balls had to be thrown away.
Oh, missed this morning’s front car park photo off!
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. Empted and wrapped the night bag in another bag, and sealed it in the yellow box.
It looked nice and light in the first picture.
It now looked darker?
. I half-expected a fully-controlled 
Five cuts shaving, all in the neck area. Let’s face it, that should be expected; this is the only area on the head where hairs grow still. apart from the ‘tash, and that is running
! Tsk!
Looks like it is developing and ready to burst out again soon.
Got it all sorted in the end.
into my back.
in that department! I’ll put some toilet rolls in the trolley.
Made up some Soda water drinks, adding the raspberry flavoured juice in them.
Checked the kitchen. All safe.
Turned off the computer, and started to get the things ready before my last clean-up to set off for the lift.
The flats here are underneath the top red sign.
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lift arrived, no signage on it, so I hoped it was them. It was! I got onto the bus, tied down in the seat, for a worrying trip, as the seat was narrow, and pressing against the one in front, threatening to burst or cause to leak from the valve of 
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kicked off. Add that there must have been a 
somewhere during the next few minutes, because; The next thing I recall is being on another floor and simply lost! Someone came to me and asked if I was alright. Showed him or her the letter, and told me I wanted the ground floor. Took the lift down, and by the time I got there, my mind was
And on another machine, then eye tests on both eyes. 
Both repeated using an.
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Chips in gravy, two roast potatoes, both done in the microwave.
An earlier photo that I missed. Tsk!
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The urine was another bad colour.
Popped through the letterbox was a leaflet regarding Winwood Heights Social activities. Which was impossible to read due to the small print and, of course, 
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are chief suspects as well. My immediate desires inspired, were for me to go on a day trip out to the coast, maybe?
Strawberry treats for the gals. With some different drinks this time. Vanilla ice-cream-flavoured ones. I tried one later from the fridge – very nice!
The urine was running a much healthier colour!
Raining!
The rain has stopped, and as I went into the kitchenette, the sun found a gap in the clouds, offering me some pareidoliaing time.
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The morning view… was rather blue
I’d decided, as the Urine colour was so high on the chart.
were coming on again.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Took these snaps of the strange lighting this morning.
What was the mouse? Has a map on it 
Fantastic wider shot!
A close-up of the sun.
Seem’s the sun is spewing out a monster…
A Genie, mayhap? Hehehe!
An eagle above?
It seems that the dark clouds are trying to extinguish the sun?
I burnt the same spot on the hand as I did last week, taking the tray of spuds out of the oven.
Nice meal!
Made too much again. (I often do that?)
Very bad today.
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I rose, then went to empty the catheter’s wee-wee…
Cor Blimey, Flipping Heck and Fancy That!
Lovely blue hue to the morning view!
Aha, Lord Sainsbury’s delivery, you see…
Baked beans, Four bean soup, Gravy, mint sauce, mixed vegetables, chopped tomatoes with basil & oregano, porridge, and baking soda.
Fresh Kenyan garden peas, Cheese & onion pie.
Aha, the wee-wee looks better.
Bootiful clouds.
Down to the main foyer, had a nosey around…
A look at the notice board…
Then along into Winwood Court through the link passage.
Lost balance as I was pushing the three-wheeled walker through the apartment door. No tumble…
But did trap my hand in the door.
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Another good emptying colour here.
An eerie side to this one.
Amazing!
The ultimate pareidolia one!!!
Oh, a break in the clouds!