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On the bright side, the number of murders committed is only 11% up from two years ago. Mind you, two of them were by Parole Board released early; scumbags! I mean the Parole Board Scumbags, who are as guilty as the killers they freed, and got paid a fortune for doing it from HMG.
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Surely they expected this with an abysmal cost of food ever-increasing? So, what do they do? Reduce the police service numbers. Still, it’s more money for their expenses and treating the ex-judges on the Parole Board, innit? Bitter? Me? Yes!
Think about how devastated the poor family members feel when the convicted killer gets freed by the snotbags and kills their father, mother, brother, Sister, or another relative. Swine!
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What a Busy Mind-Testing Day!
It is now Friday morning. Been up for two hours, and only just started this blog – and there is a lot to relate.
Sorry, it going to be cut short – another busy day Friday, methinks, with Social Services and Jillie might be calling.
Such a load of info: I can’t guarantee this is in the correct chronological order. Better get started…
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The overnight dark-coloured urine bag was removed.
Legs & feet not looking too bad at all!
Within minutes a summoning from the innards to visit the 
. So, I did!
A closer check on the limbs. A smidge more blown, but not a lot…
Hard work passing, yet messy when it evacuated?
The usual agony and misery of fetching buckets of water from the kitchenette sink to refill the not-working W.C. water tank.
I reckon it’s been about two months out of action. And the last letter from the NCH Maintenance told me they were coming on
17th July. So if I’ve got it right, that means a 16-week wait; But more importantly, 16 weeks of agony, carrying four buckets of water every time I go for a dump! They must be busy.
Thank Heavens for the Carers! They give the back a good rub
with the Phorpain Gel, sometimes needing three applications, but always first and last thing at night. Having this done regularly, I do believe it’s helped ease the pain a lot. Thank You!
Took a snap of the morning view.
Made a brew, but for some reason, it tasted horrible? So. back to the bottled water for me.
Arrived. And rang the TSB for me. It took the gal ages to get through, options recorded messages etc. I could not hear, but had to speak to the man we got… relied on Kara to translate – the man asked a question, I said ‘Yes’ Not recognised, I said suit again and nothing… moments later we were cut off!
Kara rang back and spoke, rang off and told me they ‘Cannot send me statements through the post unless I ring and request one?
Not only do the Spanish Oligarchies who own TSB close all their branches; they are becoming as friendly and helpful as Putin!.
Remember the Spanish Oligarch’s lying adverts?
TSB announced the closure of a further 85 branches!
The closures will take place between April and June 2022 and will result in the loss of around 150 jobs. There followed 94 more branch closures… Not many left to close now!
Made a mug of Glengettie tea. Only four biscuits were dunked with it! Honestly!
I got onto the computer, a very late start; it’s taken me until Friday to get back on it. A nightmare!
YET AGAIN – ONCE MORE – ARRGH!!!
What with a bank that has no branches open and a most unhelpful helpline staff who cut you off, and refuse to send you Bank Statements unless you ask every month! The Worlds worst, most vile, incompetent, Oligarch driven Internet, Liberty-Global Virgin going down for the 9th time in three days. Losing work I was in the middle of… Grrr!
So, I started to prep the food for later on.
Then, the Asda order arrived…
The freezer was full now…
The fridge too! I thought I’d done it again, ordered something in error when I found two bottles of Strawberry Milk-Shake. But in the morning, 
pointed out the ‘Free Sample ticket on them. The highlights of this order were...
getting the pink soda water (My favourite) on this delivery, at last. And also some Caramelised Cookies (My favourites)
No rush to get things stored, as $26 million a year with guaranteed bonuses and an open expense account Mr Fries, one of the Liberty-Global Virgin Media top-dogs internet service, was still not working. I bet he’s worried about this? Embarrassed, maybe too? 
I went through the on-off routine with the usual, regular, sickening, overcharging incapable Liberty-Global Virgin Media problem. No Luck! So disconnected the hub, gave it a minute or two and reset it. No Luck! Repeated the resetting, and (it must have been a mistake on the part of Liberty-Global Virgin Media… but it came back on. However…
I’d lost all the CorelDraw graphics I’d imported and doctored… plus I had to resave the work in another file name.
I’m not sure who is the biggest toss-pot of a company.
or
It’s a close-run thing, you know.
But the smoke & mirrors Liberty-Global Virgin deserve to be the top-wankers for their repeated failure and then sending me this email, to really confuse me and earn my utter hatred. Sorry about putting this on again, but it baffles and scares me!
If the Life-Line is going through a hub that keeps going down, they could kill me! I don’t mind snuffing it. That’s all part of life; I hate to think that they will get away with it, should I have another stroke or heart attack and cannot get help, and I clock out. Which can’t be avoided.
But, if anyone in the legal trade would make a note of this, and I could get some compensation… well, not me, I’ll be at St Peter’s gate arguing with him about my life struggles. Please note that a percentage of any dosh you get, please send to the RSPCA and Mental Health UK. Thanks. 
Oh, and some for the staff at Winwood Court. Cheers again! You can keep the rest for yourself.
I got a call from Social Services, regarding the meeting I had at the Coppice Mental Health Hospital yesterday, Brain Scan results, MCI & Dementia. Things I must have told them about.
Not a good line for my hearing, I’m afraid. Also, I got a little confused during the conversation. No idea what, if anything, was decided about. But nice that they are listening, and reacting.
I did an order for next week from Iceland.
Blogging again.
A couple of photos were taken prepping the nosh.
Looking good now…
PAREIDOLIAING
Can you see any features, faces or animals in the clouds?
Finally, I got around to making & eating the meal!
Boy, did I enjoy this one? Taste-Rating 9/10!
I even remembered watching a ‘Heartbeat’ episode…
Without falling asleep when the adverts came on!
The evening Carer Called, got the night bag attached to
then the lad put some
on my lower back for me. Certainly helps this regular gelling.
The nearest thing to a sunset was missed as I fell asleep. But I got up and took these after-shots.
Now, when I want to sleep – I couldn’t!
Yet the 
lasted for less than usual. Replaced with fuddle-minded worrying of a vague nature. No panicking. Just an uncomfortable sense of losing control.
Evening All!
Well, Morning!
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Not a lot (As Paul Daniels used to say), of urine in the there. And it was a bit too dark-coloured, compared to the usual morning shade. A lot of itching from the area where 
tube was inserted. I had to resist scratching things. 
Not easy, and I weakened to the urge, and things started bleeding a smidge. Not that it bothered me at all. 
I think that both 
and 
must have been in the midst of a battle for superiority this morning?
I put some of the new Terbinafine creamed under each red armpit. 
To the kitchen to make the first brew of tea.
arrived as I was washing the pots from last night. I was a little disoriented for some reason. Likely the concern of visiting the 
and doing three things at the same time, then having to concentrate on the medications. 
to be changed today, and set about doing so. He did a good job, too; thanks, mate.
Back to the blogging, but most of what happened after I stopped doing it last night, had gone off into the ether. As did several of the photos I took, the meal, a view and ingrowing toenail were all pictured… I’m sure they were, but not on the SD card again! It has to be doing something wrong.
started. Going to be a hard job this morning, with having to get dressed. Getting the PPs, and trousers on, is painful & dangerous work. Hehe! 
lift. And got down with the thee-wheeled-walker to the main lobby. The driver was just arriving, bless him. I could have taken some photos with Kodak en route… but forgot all about having it in my pocket till I got home… (Spit!) I paid up my debts first thing.
The nurse woke me up, and for some unknown reason to me, en route, I walked into an office, thinking that was where we were going?
: It pulled on the inserted tube, resulting in Inchies 
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had suddenly filled up – she stood guard again for me.
Got in the flat, and the trousers off as soon as I could – Oh, the relief!
arrived. Put some Phorpain Gel on my back for me, and medications were given. Little natter and laugh.
Stopped to get the nosh done. Having the herb potatoes tonight.
… Oh, No! Nor did… a possible I.D. for the new gal… any suggestions would be appreciated… M.C.I. – Miranda Charlotte Irene? No, too long… Ah, what about MIChaela? or Mind-Mugging-Micheala-?
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The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, 
A 
was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
I strongly suspect I may have 
. Cause I woke up as the door chime rang four hours later. Oblivious to what time it was, where I was, or even if I was… Hahaha!
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. 
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
Aha, a change in the weather.
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I came out of it, and I was sat in 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.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood.
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
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. It almost physically hurt, not knowing why!
I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached 
Then, the 
Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help
I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
house that’s being extended.
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
launched their tormenting excruciation at me.
attached, I had an 
relented for once. 
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I got some spuds in the slow cooker to do later.
may be sleeping. I think the ablutioning took about two hours, counting the medicationalising.
Had a peep at the progress of the house being updated and extended.
I think! The fridge was looking sadly low on supplies? But I’ve got an Iceland order coming today… Well, I think I have… no I’m certain one is coming today… It is Saturday, isn’t it? I wish they would make it easier to remember somehow; then again, I’d still get confused if they did.
The most kind deliveryman carried the bags through to the kitchen for me. Much appreciated, I gave him a choice of nibble treats in thanks.
Checked to see if Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media had come back online yet… Hehehe! Nope!
away.
and sauce. I had one later on; not bad at all.
bleach. 
was even sloppier than the previous attendance.
I pressed on and finally got the Friday blog done; eleven hours after starting it! Then took a photo of the being upgraded house. Again! Seems I forgot I’d already done it.
No sooner had I scribbled this down on the notepad. It went down again!
Crying and stamping my feet would have been an option. Along with gnashing teeth (although this was not a good idea, what with 
giving me stick)
Then, the computer proceeded to confuse me beyond limitations! 
Got the ready meal made and spuds sliced and on the plate.
kitchen floor and burst open. And hitting my head on the corner of the counter when bending down to pick it up… well, that hurt a bit!
potatoes, Desiree. A pot of lemon mousse and a hungry Inchie to eat it. And jolly-nice it was, too! Taste: 7.8/10.
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Said my farewells and thanks and took this photographicalisation through the kitchen window of the night’s heavy rain.