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On 5th November this year, people across the UK will light bonfires, let off fireworks, and burn effigies of a man named Guy Fawkes. The reason we do this is because it’s the anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot (1605). Also, drunken fights will take place. Cannabis (Marijuana, Pot, and weed will widely be taken. The drug gangs will ensure that the ‘More Virulent’ and costly uppers etc., will be available on the streets. From Glues, gases, and inhalants for the down & outs. Synthetic opioids, pain relievers and anaesthetic-style drugs for the less well-off users. For the average employed yobbo, there will be LSD, Ketamine, Magic Mushrooms, and Methadone stolen from surgeries, addicts and pharmacies. Cocaine, cannabis and ecstasy, along with lethal homemade hooch, to satisfy the better-off students and politicians. The fireworks party will be enjoyed by the scumballs; then, the competing gangs will be battling each other throughout the morning. Last year there were eight knifings and two shootings, one fatal. They will abandon any pool cars, and steal or hijack a fresh one, that will be unknown to the police. A few muggings might round off the evening for them. I went to make a brew. I could see that a bonfire in one garden had spread and set fire to the shed. I took a terribly bad photo of it. I’ll put it on later for you to see.
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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.
I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something 
, which covered an even larger part of the back this morning? And as I got up to take the photo, I decided to take an extra Codeine straight away. I’ll ask the carer to rub some Phorpain Gel on my back when she/he arrives.
Here I go again, fighting the pain!
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Did you notice the empty, Cheesy Curl packets?
Only four last night…
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Back to the wet room…
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!
Back to the blog duties, and of course…
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…
The second Carer arrived, I didn’t get her name, but am sure it was Marie, but I’ll not put money on it.
Then a period of determined work on making up some graphics and storing them. CorelDraw was behaving. Much progress was made over the next four hours or so.
If only the pains would stop, I’d have actually been on the verge of being practically almost, nearly content!
Took this shot from the kitchen window.
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done.
Plus, the eye drops, and painful application of the
to 
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Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Four… I say, just four bikkies dunked & eaten!
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, which I took in 1963.
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. The 40 Trolleybus, a Karrier, went from Well Road to Wilford Bride the end of Wilford Road, in the Meadows. Behind the Karrier, is a BUT (British United Transport) trolleybus. BUT was established in 1946 as a joint venture between AEC and Leyland. I actually drove one of these at Sandtoft Trolley Museum years later. This, I think, was the first photo I ever took. Using a camera loaned me by Mr Wright, a neighbour at the time. Who lived with Mrs Wright, his daughter Christine, and Rover, the dog. He worked at the Post Office on King Street. I can remember all these facts without thinking about it… but can I tell you the time and date of the Audio Clinic Appointment, Ropewalk arranged three days ago by my Carer Kara for me? No!
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains?
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing.
A cheeky lad, but I like him.
Got the blog finished and posted, and made a start on this one. Then prepping the meal, seasoned the soup again, with the traditional extra-boiled potatoes, and added some liquid smoke and sea salt to warm it up for later.
I took these shots of the sky as I washed the cooking pots all bar the saucepan.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
Well, I smell the allure of the aroma from the soup.
Off to get the nosh sorted out.
Well, I was in the kitchen checking the superb-smelling soup and sampling some of the spuds from within and noticed what I believed was a fire in a garden. It looked like a bonfire had spread and a shed was on fire!
I’m not so sure after loading the photo, though.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
I still think I might be right? The smoke from the fire can be seen, and I thought some flames were showing?
What do you think?
Arrived.
He was not a happy laddie. But I tried to cheer him up a smidgeon. I asked him if could ensure that I do not run out of the Phorpain gel while I’m using so much extra now with & 
both playing up so much. He said Phorpain Gel is not on the NHS prescription list, so he can’t order any. All a mystery to me! Likely it’s all a part of the Mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, ghosts, grotesque succubae, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, or the Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind? I’ll have to ask someone to ring the Surgery for me…
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
called and whipped of the 
in no time. Then he fitted the 
. He gave the
Phorpain gelled a good rubbing into my back for me. He’s getting clever now, and he has learnt to ignore my rambling grumblings and medical complaints altogether. Knowing full well I’d forget that I said them anyway within minutes of mouthing them. Hehehe!
Eventually, I got the meal prepared the saucepan washed, meal was served up.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?
TTFNski, & all the bestest!
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Guilt Producing picture of the bin at the side of the c1966, £300 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.
Morning view.
Waste bags collated in one.
Quick wash.
Kitchenette to get the kettle on.
The Sainsbury order arrived.
I just had to get some in the crackpot cooking to eat later. I planned to have them in vegetable soup.
I added sea salt, liquid smoke & Winiary seasoning.
I will add passata with basil to the mixture in the saucepan later. Hope it comes out alright.
Oh, yes!
No shortage of food here!
Beetroot, tomatoes, jelly & chestnuts
Did well in the nibbles department today.
The final put away items cupboard-wise.
Then, the fridge was filled!
Anya potatoes. With a slightly nutty flavour.
Arrived, and really helped me out again. Sorted the dates of appointments on the Google Calendar, ensuring I had not ‘got any wrong’. Bless Her. Checked the 
and day bag for me, and the ankle & leg strappings. Pain-killer & Peptac too.
decided to make life hell for me. If if wasn’t them it would be Grammarly, CorelDraw or Firefox would.
Added the spuds to the soup.
The rains heavy again.
Hours later it persisted.
At last, the soup was served up.
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It was one of those horrible fixated-on-word-finding days. I spent far too long on this. The worst thing
. He’s been leaking a long time, I think and continued on and off all day. 
, as I lost my balance, was of no consequence to a pain-bearing hero like me. 
At least the urine colour was of a good light shade in the 
. I’m so glad that the nocturnal pouches have arrived. Less chance of further infection.
The morning view (07:00hrs) was, as I expected, after the clocks changing, a lot lighter. Even if I did forget to adjust all the clocks! Carer Marie did 
them for me.
of all, Glengettie tea. I put the last of the small potatoes in the crock-pot and added sea salt and a drop of liquid smoke. 
photographicalisations. Taking these scattered-about shots. The mudslide at the end of the car park is the first one. Then, a picture of the gravel footpath I used to walk up daily and beautiful trees. How I miss that daily walk. I can’t even get to it nowadays, let alone walk up it! 
arrived. Got the medications sorted and checked the taps and cooker for me. Had a mini-natter.
visits. All of the exact nature.
I took a picture or two of the rain descending
shower I did not need to take. Hehehe!
arrived with a new gal training. We managed a little nattering and a laugh. I mentioned my problem with my inability to get through to the Audio clinic and the Electricity Meter reading.
At some time or other, I took this shop of Gawd knows what? After a Sherlock Holmesian Mode was adopted, I decided it must be my fingers, knuckle?
Arrived. I’d just nodded off 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.
Being deep into creating what turned out to be the most enormous, most prolonged waste of time at the word selections, I’d not noticed how the rain had continued. See the mudslide photo compared to the morning one higher up, this 
morning’s view!
Got the meal finished off and served up. 
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Mist
Morning
Photo from the kitchen window.
Later on, a view of the massed car park.
Arrived. There is no need to do the leg & ankle straps; the nurse is calling today. I hope. We had a natter and laugh while she did my medications.
Titivated the kitchenette a smidgen and sorted the waste bags out. Then, a quick sweep up.
A new gal to me. Soon, I got the diabetic socks off and medicated the one still leaking papule for me. Then, I got the fresh socks and leg and ankle straps fitted.
All done & dusted!
Made the second call of the day. He recognised my angst about the texts and emails being sent to me asking for the meter reading. I’ve no idea which numbers they need.
After looking at the meter,
. I thought it was the next Carer coming early and waiting for them to show themselves in the room. Then a second 
‘s! 
Great news! Now, hopefully, the urine colouring will improve. Four nights without any, have made the bladder evacuations very dark and stinky! Hurrah! These were of the old type, not bother much, but fiddlier if I have the shakes or cramps when I have to fit or release them.
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It is best not to leave your fingers in the way of the knife! Especially take care of stabbing yourself down the nail of the digit mentioned above
The night was falling earlier now.
But still a certain beauty to the view.
Mushrooms, savoury French Fries and no-meat meat slices in gravy. A pot of children’s jelly to follow. Well!
GUILTY!
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are to be removed late at night and replaced in the mornings by the Carers; he then took them off for me. The compression socks underneath the straps are to be washed every two days. And 
. Someone came up and had a search for some, but no luck. I am somewhat confused now. My In & Out of it spells today were numerous and worried me a smidgeon.
Although it was a good start to the day, albeit later than usual. Excellent coloured urine in the night bag to greet me. Much better!
The two great-unwashed feet. 
I made a mess of the first-morning view photograph taking.
this one of the kitchenette windows with the ledge reminiscent of Steptoe & Son’s from the 1970s television comedy. The white bit on the window is not the moon; it is a reflection of my 
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Afterwards, I actually got the slippers on both feet! This is a 
I put the waste into one bag and put it near the front door in the hallway… which was a good idea cause I don’t have a back door. Hahaha! 
I snapped this
Back on the computer.
Used Cutaneous Only! So I looked this up on Mr Google. “
I’m miles behind with the blogging again. But I saw and had to photograph this evening shot from the kitchen window. Some eerie patterning from hours ago still showed high in the sky.
I got a simple meal prepared, some a simple man, me.
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strapping over the compression sock, and on 
Straps and diabetic socks on the left…
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in both…
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Views from the balcony.
The Tree Copse, can no longer visit, sadly.
The mud-slide dwindling.
Straight ahead. Gloom!
But in the afternoon…
The cloudless sky did look wonderful.
Sorting out the dodgy Asda potatoes.
Then I cheered exponentially