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It’s Saturday tomorrow.
I can say with sorrow,
Saturday could be my Alamo…
Cause my EQ tells me it’s so!
And he’s never wrong, you know!
Summat will crash, go wrong or blow!
I’ll be depressed or lose my mojo?
Collapse in a heap, like a ball of dough?
The chance of good luck – is zero!
I’ll take no chances, not go alfresco,
To avoid being hit by a VW Scirocco?.
I don’t know what it’ll be, though…
I may choke on a marshmallow?
King Charlie’s Coronation…
Costing a scaled-back $125 million.
For me, Saturday’ll hold no jollification,
But, I write with lallation…
I think I may be due for damnation.
But it could just be a misapprehension.
My mind’s on an obambulation!
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Less time than ever today. Tsk!
My feet were well down this morning. Very little bloating
Particularly the toes – I could move them!
But the overnight 
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The Carer told me was graded as a ‘Four’ on the NHS colour scale.
I’ve had worse, but still disappointing.
When it came to the first emptying of the day bag, things looked much better to me, shade-wise.
A 2.5 or 3, methinks.
Down came the rain.
Took this from the bottom of the kitchen window.
Time for a little tip…
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When selecting a cooking spoon, to stir your boiling vegetables. It’s best not to pick one that has little hole in it to strain whatever.
The rain soon stopped, leaving me with a
Pareidolian’s Delight view of the clouds.
Can you see the same in the above snap?
The shoulder, ears, head, eyes, nose and open jaw
of a beast in the centre?
Marvellous!
The only call of the entire day to the 
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As per usual, hauling the water into the non-working W.C.
water tank; and 
kicked off, and is still giving
jip, some 23hrs later! The promised attention of a Nottingham City Homes plumber that ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), OberstgrĂĽppenfuhreress, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana said, did not come to fruition. Then again, I’m not fully with things, so may have got the day wrong?
The landlines bust into action…
At last, communication from DHL regarding the order not arriving.
It seems that the wrong postcode was on the parcel. Confirmed the right one, and it will be delivered in the morning.
The majority of the afternoon was a complete Memory Blank. Yet I’d been working on the blog?
Finding these photos help trigger the memory a smidge…
Aha, the sun beginning its descent, got through some clouds.
Getting pretty now…
Moved to take a photo from another angle.
I’m sure I recall seeing lots of items and figures in this last one at the time. But can’t see or remember what they were? No!
I took… (Well, thought I did) a photo of the meal I’d made.
I#m sure I recall taking it underneath the 60w light bulb, to avoid shadows – but yet once again, it was not on the SD card.
The same thing happened when I (though I did) took a photo of the urine colour. Then the finger bleeding. Then one of the fallen-over stacks of waste bags and mess it made on the kitchen floor.
Not one of these efforts made it to the SD Card!
It must be with the help of 
. Another way of passing the blame there? Hehe!
The Carer arrived, waking me up from a rare slumber and put the night pouch onto my day bag on 
for me. Think we had a natter about something, sure I enjoyed it, but, what is was about is just another of the mysteries of the Woodthorpe Court, with the ghosts, wraiths, spectres, cacodaemonic apparitions, and other grotesqueries that haunt the hallways and lobbies, searching for Inchie; to curse with bad luck, create ambiguities, abstrucities, perplexities, misfortunes and botherations, to scare. worry and confuse me!
I went to the door with the Carer, to lock it in case the yobbos return and walk in again… have I told you about that night? No? I will!
At about 02:30hrs, I was hobbling in the dark to the wet room to utilise the . Obviously, I did not hear them coming in, but the light as they opened the door showed an outline of the youths who came in. Two lads, a very tall one, a shorter, plumper one and a girl who came in first. They saw me, must have been a shock for them; I was naked… They shouted something, then one of them sort of screeched, said a few words, and they legged it.
I reported this to the Management. Apparently, they had been seen by other residents too. Nothing happened. No one came for a description of the intruders. No one contacted me… give them time, though; it only happened about six months ago.
Where was I before I lost the plot there?
Oh, yes, as I got back I checked the taps and cooker in the kitchen, and got the Kodak to take some shots of the late evening view.
I did some pareidoliaising. Islands, countries on a black sea?
Tried to take a close up shot…
But it didn’t come out well.
But these made it to the SD card?
Had lost interest again. I kept putting the TV on and off, hoping that my semi-successful trick would nod me off during the commercial breaks. I did slip off a few times, but only for minutes at a time.
I recall getting up, carrying the night pouch in the bucket, and glancing at the one remaining working clock in the flat clock. The four wristwatches, wet room and kitchen clocks all have dead batteries… it was 03:10hrs. Anyway, I got to the , which was a waste of time; another change in the Command Line, Constipation Konrad was back in charge.
Eventually, after a good, but failed go at the crosswording, I returned to the c1966, ÂŁ300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner. En route to the front room, I gave myself a 
With a minute of settling in the grotty antique chair…
Zzz’s
TTFNski!
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were so bad, I wondered how I even got the three hours in that I did manage! This probably inspired the ode above?
later were not pleasant. I took off the night pouch from 
The plates-of-meat looked in decent nick.
were joined in their attack formation by my 
. I’ve waited for a month now to get the WC mended. Giving me a date if attendance was nice of them. It was for the 11th of July – I’m going to have 
Pretty glum out there.
Did a close-up of rectangular eyes.
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Wot? Me? Worry!
At least Iceland had some of the little potato-bake potatoes in stock.
Bread thins, tomatoes, potatoes & veggie oxo cubes.
No shortages of fodder here!
Topped up the Carer, Nurses, Drivers’ treats.
Low calorie treats (mostly).
The bloody 
plant butter lathered on them.
Go forth in Peace…
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Liberty-Global Virgin Media Internet went down three times today, thus delaying me even more in my own mission of getting the blog done!
Morning view.
Close-up of home extensionings. Coming on well?
The bottomfield, is getting greener!
Ablutionisationings!
The dreaded water carriers!
Ablutionings done!
Spuds in the crock-pot.
First catheter pouch emptying after the nurses had left.
The second shot of the home extensionings was taken because I’d forgot I took the first one. Looks like some more work has been done?
Went dark in the afternoon.
I see so many things in these later clouds!
Bootiful!
Wider shot.
A wider shot reveals so much!
Later, looks like are waves approaching?
Sun gets through as she gets lower.
Took a zoomed-in shot…
Farewell…
All gone!
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short time. Ten minutes later off for the third 
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I had a bout with 
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Good, Morning!
Food Delivery. I’d just finished refilling the W.C. water tank for the second time this morning and 
Morrison’s had some fresh veg in stock!
Porridge, beetroot, milk, Shloer and treats for the callers and nurses.
and 
Got two of the Desiree red potatoes in the crock pot.
Took these shots of the sky and clouds, and I did a spot of jolt decent ‘Peaceful-Pareidoliaing’ for a while.
Plenty in these two for any pareidoliain to enjoy.
Hours of blog work later, I sliced the boiled potatoes and got them into the oven to crisp and toughen up to go in the soup.
Got the ready-cut vegetable in the saucepan.
Added some more seasoning to taste.
Got the baked potatoes added, served up and feasted! I’d left some in the pan to warm up tomorrow… it seemed a good idea…
What a mess! I did my bestest to salvage the saucepan…
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Waking up, I was tremendously resistant to the thought of trying the computer.
was getting urgent, and the bubbling and grumbling from 
ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly. 
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The computer started, looking good, then the risk of going onto Firefox. Dang gang, dwang,,, Dwang! I got the browser on, and nothing was opening… was it Firefox or the Internet. A quick look at the Liberty-Global Virgin box revealed that it was indeed due to the $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus’s boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, inability to send a signal to Nottingham that had caused my current dilemma.
Aha, Mr Fries, $26 million a year plus a guaranteed bonus paid, the boss of Liberty-Global – Virgin Media had got the signal working again. Well done to that number-crunching oligarch! 
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have been repaired… as I mentioned yesterday… if I live long enough.
I had a blast on the computerisationing.
So I g
High, but on her way down…
The last fullish blest of her heat…
All but hidden now. Gorgeous!
A last quick peek
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Thanks to Firefox, the computer, Doreen Dementia, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, Shaking-Shoulder=Shirley and/or Colin Cramps; or any variation of the above, highly possibly, all of them!.
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I had a 
The wee-wee in the night bag was a very good colour, although there was not an awful lot of it? 
Got the computer on, and the first Carer called. A little natter after she’d serviced me. Back to the blogging for yesterday that had not been done yet. It’s gonna be a long day again! 
I got a call from the Haematology nurse, Kristina. She is going to call on me Monday, twixt 9-10am. Lovely to hear from her. First time in about nine weeks now. ♥
done. 
A better taste this time. (It’s about time too!) Not been very successful with
was patient and sorted the medications out. I told him that the INR DVT Warfarin nurse had called and is coming to take a blood sample on Monday. He seemed pleased for me, knowing as he did that no one had been for eight-weeks now. He shot off so that I could eat the meal, bless him.
Warm colours.
Grand!
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A decent colouration of urine.
Aargh! Blood Pressure is up high!
Got the potatoes into the crock-pot.
Zoomed-in; See the face?
Sunsetting
Bootiful!
The sky had changed to an unusual shade?
But it didn’t taste good at all!
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Emptied the pouch.
Ablutionalisationings were done and onto the computer.
No wonder I was struggling on the computer.
After she pointed it out to me that it wasn’t a tank or smashed car accident, but the trees and shadows, I did feel a clot! Eventually, with the aid of the magnifying glass, I saw what she described.
I think I was putting the loose lens cap back on the camera.
Mid-afternoon, I dragged myself away from the cock-up  I’d made on CorelDraw yesterday and had to replace the missing dockers and icons.
Just before the tea, Carer called; I took these two shots of the blinding sun straight at me. I had to close my right eye so couldn’t see what they looked like. The sun’s strong light was reflecting on everything shiny out there.
While pottering with cooking and salvaging some mushrooms for half an hour, I took these pictures about five minutes from the one before.
had replaced her. Oh… and I kid you, not here… my 
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I enjoyed that. It may not have been a gourmet meal, haute, or nouvelle cuisine, but it satisfied my proletariat level of epicureanism.
and 
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