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A quick intro to explain the reason for the poor quality of this blog. I realise that my thousands of followers may be a little disappointed. But I felt I should inform and apologise to both of them for the reason of the crap, shortness of explanations & quality.
Not in the case of the Whoopsiedangles & Axifaupas, of course; they will get my full attention, even if scribbling about them brings back the frustrations and embarrassments and introduces some acrasia. Hence, I wish to tell of these bits, well, many events, possibly in a desarcinate manner.
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I woke up around 06:30hrs, reluctantly. The only real pain givers of the morning were Fractured-Knee-Frank, Fractured-Ribs-Robert, & Shaking Shoulder Shirley. For handicapping, it was undoubtedly Cararact Cathleen & Glaucoma Gladys. Later in the day… I leave that there.
Made a brew. Hoovered the place, and decided to try and get on with this blog. Waste of time, I’m never going to get it done today. I might stand a chance to get some done now, and then again at night. I started at 18:00 hrs on Saturday.
In twenty minutes, I had to utilise the Porcelain Throne twice, both identical in nature. Hehe! Trostsky Terence Torrents! Google took 3 times to load, then I had to 
sign in. CorelDraw, well… it took 12 minutes to load. Feelings of impending doom computerwise lingered. But I knew I could not spend too long on it.
Carer Rashi called as I was making a brew of Glengettie tea. While I remembered to, I used the toothache spray and did my earhole olive-oiling.
Medication were given, and the Shaking-Shoulder-Shirley and Fractured-Knee-Frank. Then went on his mobile for nine minutes. I mopped the kitchen floor in the meantime. A delivery arrived from Iceland. It contains only items that I couldn’t buy anywhere else. Rachid put the items into carriers and put them in the kitchen. He asked if I wanted them put on the counters. Kind of him, but have you seen how much I have not got in the kitchenette? Haha! Said our farewells.
This is when things went Whoopsiedangleplop Style.
I’ll show you this photo taken by Rashid on his next call, after he’d medicated my right cheek and the top 
of my head, asking if I needed Nurse or ambulance… I just bet this has got you thinking? Hehehe! I’ll tell you of the
Nottingham Lads Tale of Woe: I was placing various foods into the fridge.
My head was in the fridge, moving things about to make room to rotate with the new stuff…
With my head almost in the fridge, I heard a Hell of a crack as the glass tray burst, sending food into the bottom of the fridge, knocking bottles and other foodstuffs all over, including the kitchen floor! I admit I 
was in a panic, and at first did not see the glass cuts on my cheek or head.
I could not fully close the top door, and glass fragments covered 80% of the floor. My first instinct was to get help; there was no way I could get away with all that bending, and I could not find the brush and dustpan, unbelievable! I called the flats’ Warden, but there was no answer; she may have been on holiday. Ashamedly, I phoned Angel Jenny. Who took charge from a distance; she told me not to go into the kitchen, and she would be up shortly. And Jenny can’t stand for very long because of her bad back. She arrived and investigated the situation. I thought I’d checked for anything stopping the door from closing. Jenny had to keep stopping to sit down. I felt a little helpless and guilty at the pain she was going through for me.
She even fetched her brush and dustpan to get what glass up she could. No wonder I love her and call her My-Angel. She is! Jenny even got the fridge door to close, and it is working okay. I got the food sorted. A lot 
had to be thrown away. Packets with glass in them, burst bottles, glass and plastic. Jenny put the food back into the fridge for me. What a treasure, all done in 
great pain. Bless her. She knows. I kept finding glass for the rest of the day. I used the long picker-upper, so hard to spot. I used my slippers to slide the odd 
bits together for an hour or so. Jenny emailed me later. She had to sit down in agony with her back for a while. Shame & guilt.
Just look at how she left the fridge looking, what a woman! Thanking you again, so much, Jenny. 🌺💗🎀💟
I got lots of bits of glass stuck to the bottom of my slippers. And was finding glass for ages, until Carer Rashid arrived. He found many more. When he left, I took the electric shaver 
into the kitchen on my way to the wet room. I managed to collect some more of the glass still hiding away in every nook and cranny. Then I knocked the shaver 
off of the tray I was keeping the latest glass collection in. Boy, what a pickle I was still in. But thanks to Jenny’s help, I coped, and only due to Jenny.
I used the long picker-upperer to retrieve the four pieces of the shaver.
But could I get them back together? No! When Carer Rasid returned and set about getting the razor back together with me. It took us a long time to work out which way the plastic insert cover should go. But Rachid sorted it.
Before leaving, he put the cream on the photo above on my cheek and head. It was the first time I noticed it when I went for a shave and brushed my teeth.
Ejaz did the next call. The medications were issued, and he checked the kitchen and found even more bits of the glass on the kitchenette floor. Still no work done on this blog, although I did manage to get the blog’s Ode. done, before getting something to eat.
BBQ Chicken, green tomatoes, and a couple of sandwiches of sliced Sourdough bread, with no butter, butter and soft cheese 
triangles. Not a lot, but a flipping tasty treat for a change. I may have some more of these
tomorrow night.
Here are the photographs taken after the calamity, the afternoon after the calamity,
approximately 18:00hrs to 21:00hrs. The last one during Carer Mizra’s late call. HE issued painkillers and reminded me to be ready early for tomorrow’s shopping trip to Sherwood.
I shall make sure I am. Oh, a touch of confidence?
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Had a clean up, and headed into the kitchenette to put the kettle on.
Warmer now, so I went onto the balcony to take some pictures as the fog started to fade, and the odd glimpse of sunshine was breaking through occasionally. The mudslide seemed large, with no rain having fallen. Not so busy today, I regretted saying that later on.
I went to answer the phone, well, the mobile, I knew it would not be Jenny, but I just missed the call, they stopped as I opened the mobile.
Finally, at long last, I got the computer going, oh, Dearie me! It got stuck when booting up. My heart sank.
Ejaz came again. Set up the other shaver for me and showed me how to use it, as he left to take the laundry down, I tried the computer again. And…
It came on! So too did…
are back bothering me. 
Wonder if the sunset woi;; get through tonight? A
hit me. It could only have been for a minute, if that, but it took ages to recover. I had a few more short ones later and was in bed. I recovered each time more quickly than this one.
I went to get a bottle of spring water and saw the laundry bag had not been emptied. Sleeves inside out. socks twisted together, they took a lot of sorting out, and with it being late, and my cataracted eyes as usual got worse the more tired I got. I left it because I couldn’t see which socks were which to pair them up. I’ll ask the Carer on the last call to sort them. They used to do that, but have stopped recently with all the other jobs they have on, not their fault.
I went to see what fodder was available for my evening feast. I also feasted on the lovely view of the sun fighting its way through as it went from view.
Made my vegetarian meal with care and attention. Boy, I was looking forward to eating this one with baconless bacon, garden peas, seaweed, mushrooms and a vegan lemon dessert.
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Early morning.
Every time anything takes away or breaks my concentration, I end up with a leaking Catheter valve cause I haven’t shut it or haven’t shut it properly.
the socks off, a bowl of water & Dettol to wash the feet. Agony to reach down to dry them, which makes me feel dizzy and of balance, and sometimes brings on a seizure. The intercom rang…
The delivery person kindly put the things into carriers for me. I got them into the kitchen. And set about putting them away.
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Meat paste, Flora No Butter spread, coffees for handing out, Dried cheese to flavour the instant potatoes, and Mushroom Pâté to put on the soft-sliced milk roll bread. I had these tonight.
Soft, uncrusted wholemeal bread.
Sauces to go with soups, instant mash, and stews.
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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”
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. 
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… 
g back. Ejaz reckoned I’d spent £50 quid, plus connection charges, on the three calls we’ve had to make
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.
when you want him?
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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.
Well, better get on and make the sarnies then.
The sourdough bread was extra
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Well, four words, then.
The day had no particular disasters, calamities, or any Accifauxpas. 
Morning snaps.
From the kitchenette window.
Different angles.
Wide shot to end.
Kettle on for at last.
I made a right mess of my mouth and treggies! Several were loosened, one broken, and all painful!
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A day of losing contact. With the brain, it’s not unusual. But I found myself dull-witted many times throughout Thursday.
The morning was less misty.
Oh!
Food delivery
All treats in this photo
Oh, a few more treats!
The morning photos, Copse on the hill
Kitchen view
Can’t recall taking this one.
CorelDraw problems.
Fish meal today. Battered fishcakes, red onions, posh imitation fish sticks, and tomatoes
Last shots of the day
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Later, I had a nightmare…
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06:50hrs: I’ve lain here for around an hour or so, with many attempts to fall asleep; this time, I heroically forced myself to respond, and leapt out of the bed. Well, that might not be entirely accurate… As I struggled to get the night pouch freed from the catheter, the mulching, gurgling and movement from within the innards had me grabbing the stick and hobbling to the wet room as fast as I could manage, with the four-foot night bag’s tube on the catheter trailing behind me. 
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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Willy the Wooden Walking stick in hand, and off for yet another visit to the Porcelain Throne! Once again, I only made it with a few seconds to go before the most lengthy, almost liquid evacuation started… on and on it went. I’ve often spent less time on the seat when Constipation Konrad was in charge! As for cleaning up after… I’ll not say. But it took me ages. By the time I’d got into the kitchen, it was well gone 05:00hrs. Made a brew of 99 tea.
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.
ensured that I dropped the medication tub. Has Mizra not been turning the other way he would have stopped mt bnending, it after so many years, it came automatically to me to bend down to pick them up – A mistake, as I found out. My back sort of stiffened; I lost my balance and went a smidge dizzy, off-balance, but couldn’t get upright, and Mizra hauled me back up. It’s that, when on my own, I’d have had to press the alert alarm for help. Saved the day for me again, there. Once back on my feet properly with 
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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Terrible morning shots, again.
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?