I’d like to report that things were very much better today. But I can’t! The agony of worries over the shortages of medications and the tube chaffing from tube; many other things, but the main one was , who was winning the battle with never having been so bad. , & ensured that my vision was crap and getting worse. Plus, so many hours were spent correcting mistakes. Just thought I’d mention it.
As usual for the last two weeks, frustratingly, there was no night-bag to change. This mystery of the medication’s non-arrival, and unattainable night catcher bags, is the reason for the pain I’m suffering. The night bag gave the day bag a refresh, which I believe helped clear the infection from the bladder. The mega-high Blood Pressure and the darkening urine since these things stopped coming to indicate this to me. But I’m powerless to do anything about them. No District nurse calling; new medications, along with last months medication, supposedly waiting for collection at the pharmacy. No DVT or
Phlebotomy nurse called in weeks now? I’m in bad pain through the lack of tablets. Doreen’s Dementia is affecting my responses. The eyes are making everyday tasks harder and full of accidents and mistakes. Oh, dear! Just thought I’d mention it. Not that it helps, of course.
Fancy that! But it lightened later.
Morning view
But the blood pressure was horrendous! I did extra checks in the hope that it would come down, but… Nope! Wonder if this is due to the none attainment of, and running out of some medications?
Fingers crossed
Oh the bright side (I had to look very hard, Hehe!), the ankle ulcers were nice and calm. (Says Inchie as he gets grief from the catheter tube via Little Inchie and cleans the blood up changers protection pants, . Then get more stabbings from .
A bad day all round today. Window-Man Joe called to do them. I was out of it most of the time with taking so many painkillers, I think. No idea what had happened for several hours. I keep mentioning the pain I was in to each Carer. At least, I think I must have.
Got the meal served up early, I gave up trying to concentrate on the computer. Cooked the meal without any damage. Hehe!
Sat watching TV with subtitles and devouring the pleasantly tasty meal I’d done for myself. Pretend meat (Very nice), beetroot, tomatoes, and potato cubes done in the oven after being sprayed with oil. Carer Josef arrived mid-feast. Can’t recall what happened, he was soon off, as there was no night bag to change, and I’d already taken the painkillers & Peptac. Nice lad.
Computer Problems again today… It makes me want to run away, I am in utter bemusement and dismay… Baffling errors and inarticulacy… Is Doreen’s Dementia getting at me? Or is it my ignorance and fatuity? I’m drained; I’ve no willpower or tenacity... Oh, for some peace and simplicity!.
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On waking up. A positive bad ‘7’ level, methinks! And the outflowing wee-wee really stinks! Emptying it, I had a Dizzy, & pain in the knee joints, The voices in my head… all ginks!
The morning view… was rather blue
I’d decided, as the Urine colour was so high on the chart. I thought it would be a good idea to drink more fluid, other than tea. I tempted myself to try the no-alcohol Bud drink. I wish I’d got more in now, it was very nice!
Went to get the ablutions sorted out. It took a while! During this, I had three decent shaving cuts, dropped a razor three times, and utilised the Porcelain Throne three times! Damned messy evacuations they were, as well!
Got the dressing gown and a shirt top on and hobbled into the kitchenette. With no tablets got yet from the chemist, or delivered, were coming on again.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Took these snaps of the strange lighting this morning.
Carer Kara ♥ had a go at the computer problems for me. I kept finding new ones after the gal had gone. Spent far too many hours struggling with the issues. None solved as such, but somehow or other, I’ve got it going, although with difficulty and new problems. In a pickle with this!
Got some great photographs of the odd afternoon clouds with the Sun suddenly getting through. Pareidolia’s delight! What was the mouse? Has a map on it seconds later? Fantastic wider shot! A close-up of the sun.
Carer Sam then Kara called ♥
Another horrendously messy Porcelain Throne session. These Loperamides are not as good as the Pharma ones were at helping stop the liquid evacuations.
Mistakes computing, a long, long mind-blank, and seemed as if I had just woken up – but had not been sleeping? Erm...
Carer Joseph arrived. And after he’s departed, I~ sat down and did nod off this time. Woke to see these beauties in the sky…
More Pareidolia’s delight! Seem’s the sun is spewing out a monster… Can you see this? Or is it just me? A Genie, mayhap? Hehehe! An eagle above? The Eagle cloud close-up! It seems that the dark clouds are trying to extinguish the sun?
Gave up making errors and mistakes and getting all frustrated
doing this blog. Only got a little done anyway. Have to finish it
in the morning. And got the potatoes in the oven and seasoned the veg in the veg in a saucepan. Getting tired but hungry…
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?)
I woke around 04:20hrs – with the worse ever attack of. That I’ve ever suffered. The legs, the right one in particular, were warped, with ridges and almost holes showing in the lower legs. Naturally, I was the brave, heroic, high-pain-toleranced, devil-may-care sort of young man that I am; there was no oohing, arghing, or swearing. In fact, I merely laughed it off.
My feet and ankles were slightly swollen after Colin Cramps gave up on me. And they were looking a lot better, although a little rough looking.
At about 06:00hrs, I ventured to the . I finished the evacuation, had a rinse, medicated my tenderer areas with Germoloids, Cortisone and Germolene and left the wet room. .This was an hour after going into e wet room.
The first pouch procedure went rather well, and the urine was clearer than of late.
The ankles were getting a bit meaty looking for some reason?
The Asda order arrived
The helpful driver took the things through to the kitchen for me. Treats; marshmallows for the old man and pouches of instant chocolate for the nurses and carers. Got some flowers as well. The highlight was getting some imitation pork at last. Some sourdough cobs. Hopefully, I’ll have these with the non-meat meat. With some chips, with a couple of the well butter-veganed sourdough rolls.
Heap trouble with the computer!!! Got this screen telling me it was needed to rescue Firefox? It ran of its own accord??? Not the foggiest what it was all about. This came up while it was doing its thing… I Waited in how for… Five hours! But it showed 1.08% done on the first of the five dozen, whatever they were working on. I lost patience and turned it off and rebooted it. MISTAKE? Since then, I am getting advertisements with the pages I use for the snippets; hundreds came in on the email and could not be closed until after I opened them??? Shit! This is why I’ve only one snippet on – it’s just too confusing with the pages sending me advertisements all the time!
Although I was stewing about the computer, I loved the sky this evening.
Later on, I took these.
This last one came out better than I thought it would with the sun straight at me. Although I can’t take any credit.
The wee-wee was getting darker again, as per usual in the evenings.
Well, that caught me! An hour later, another emptying produced this clear as gin result??? Beats me? But most things do.
I made a start sorting the nosh out. Yet another Inchie-Idiosyncrasy! Or a failing… Or . Or Cock-Up… I got the plate laid out with the sarnies, added the chips and tomatoes, and took a great photographicalisation of it there on the wheeled server top.
It was in the morning when I realised it was not on the SD card. Humph!
What a rotten, boring, painful, disheartening, depressing… but most all thoroughly confusing day for the old chap (me).
I was hairy-fairy, out-of-it-minded for most of the day. Confused… so mind numb, and forever different things were playing on my mind, worries over the great stack of letters I’ve accumulated waiting for help with them… then the computer problems; the medical situation – Two tablets ran out of, no delivery of the prescriptions or Catheter night bags for two weeks… Then fretting over the water in the wet room not running – the WD tank not refilling… well, it was, but it took 16 minutes to fill this morning, and no water was available from the tap in the sink while the tank filled, then it was barely trickled coming out… Having to fetch water in a bowl from the kitchen to clear the evacuated product and refill the tank. Anne Gyna giving more jip than ever before. I think I must have OD’d on painkillers. No nurses called, District, DVT or phlebotomy Warfarin tests for weeks now! Not wanting to eat, and that’s not me. I think I’ve had enough.
However, the urine was a much better colour today and flowed heavily at times into the Catheter bag. Sorry, but it’s been a mind-baffling day. So only boring catheter photos, mostly. The Mind-Blanks were so regular even I was aware of them after each one (I think), within seconds of returning to my condition of semi-consciousness and awareness. My attention, concentration and brain were all over the place. It does not make much sense even to me. I started so many things and veered of into others – nothing solved, of course, just got myself more frustrated about things.
Sister Jane rang me in one of my ‘dour’ moments. It was a little hard to hear what she said at times, but we did manage a little gossip about the past. I really enjoyed that. Bless her cotton socks. I do miss a good natter! Well, I miss a lot of things as well. Getting dressed and going out, health, having a belly that is not filled and bloated. A brain that worked. The ability to walk and run, especially my hobbles through the tree copse, I enjoyed nearly every day. Having hearing and eyesight. Not having PN… Sorry, I’ll shut up about my struggle now.
Of course, the brain may not, but the self-pity periods will no doubt come again. Likely when (If) I can get my head down, and either Anne Gyna or Colin Cramps – sometimes both over the last four nights, keep waking me up from my… erm, what’s it called… Ah, sleep! Then start shoving the Codeines down my throat in desperation and hope of killing the pain enough to get some rest. Even then, occasionally, the brain can be hyperactive; that’s as bad a sleep depriver as the pains. I do need help.
I can see the future headlines; “Man jumps from 12th-floor flat & lives!”
Just my rotten luck! Hehehe!
On with any bits of newsworthy idiocy and photos with inane comments- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Why I took this, I know not. No doubt I had some witty comment in mind at the time (Whenever that was). Or… took it accidentally?
Plates of meat on the first catheter bag emptying.
Good colour; the bag needed emptying more times today than ever!.
Murky!
Still yet, the Catheter Pouch Fills – Great!
The ankles and feet swell a little, and blood under the skin?
Aha, an hour later, much better!
The right ankle ulcer starts to glow? Hehe! No pain with it. A few indentations in the flesh still. What they, I’ve not the foggiest! I suppose it’s all a part and parcel of the unaccountable mysteries, ailments, phantoms, failings and hauntings of 72, Woodthorpe Court.
Not much memory in the grey cells of today. Very late on Tuesday morning, before I wrote this, Only the above had been done on this blog. I believe I was in such pain, and with little concentration power left, I had an early meal (found photo) and . Being woken by my Caring Carer, Jodie. Who mentioned how tired I looked. Sorry that there’s not much to read or view this time. Still no night bags or medications have arrived.
So the constant pains continue, that much I do know. spent about ten hours in the recliner. Waking up to stabbing pains every now and then and have to empty the small day bag regularly. But as for getting up and carrying on doing the blog, it was impossible; my mind and in-pain
body refused me permission. Tsk!
The Carers are aware of my being without many medications
& bags but cannot encourage the chemist to supply them? The same with whoever it is that they order the night bags from. No contact about it from them, but Carers Sam, Carolynne, and Jodie say they have rung Carrington Pharmacy about it. Apart from ram-raiding the shop, what else can they do! Hehehe!
I’ll have to make today’s short as well. It’s taking so much more time to do this blog, with the eyes fading and so many mistakes to correct. That’s if I ever get it at all. Time… or lack of it, to get things done is enough to worry over without not getting my medications and thus adding constant pains (, and , Having tumbles via added to the list. I’ve never been so miserable before as what I am now. It’s the hopelessness and inability to do anything about problems. , has reduced me to an incompetent, fearful wimp. Who knows this but is restrained from correcting, or even facing, tackling any of my everyday worries. Gawd, I’ve just read this – Did I write it?
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Ankle ulcers have lost their glow.
The Iceland Delivery arrived. Some treats for the gals. Got the fridge loaded up.
Then it was the Asda order that came.
Pleased to report that Asda has some Sourdough rolls in stock.
Bit of a cock-up with the tray of vegetables. (Fancy that?) I thought I’d ordered a potato & leek mix. But, no! This one had continental vegetables, which included three on my Do-Not-Eat list from the hospital. Also, it had chinks of capsicums in it. I’ll hand this to one of the gals tomorrow. (I gave it to Denise in the morning)
Selection includes the rather tasty cartons of vanilla-flavoured milk.
Now the fridge is really stocked up!
Intercom on in the mini-hallway.
Potato & Vegetable soup. With imitation minced lamb. I added potato chunks, that I’d cooked in the oven… again, well-cooked. I Fell asleep for an hour – which in itself was something of a miracle for the last few days; sleeping for 60 minutes is the record for the last week! rudely woke me up. Which I was for once glad of! I membered the soup on the loan, and the potatoes in the oven were cooking!
In a bit of a panic, I almost fell out of the second-hand, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, microorganism-microbe producing, gungy, moth-eaten, beige-coloured, non-working, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, c1968 recliner, in my haste to check in the kitchenette for any signs of fire or burnt to cinders food. All was well even after an hour! The potatoes were just as I liked them, brown on the outside, tough skins and, like me, soft-centred! Hehe!
Do you know… are you listening?
There were times today; I’m not kidding…
When I almost knew what I was doing!
Twelve goes at the Catheter irrigating,
There must be summat else, it’s irritating…
So much I keep on forgetting,
Doreen Dementia’s inquinating…
My memory, she’s masticating…
The Doctor’s ready for cognoscing,
My concentration is cadencing,
I await good luck commencing,
My brain is beyond assubjugating.
I suppose all this should be heartbreaking?
But a chance of some little ameliorating…
I’ve got cheesy potatoes in the oven baking!
I can smell the cheese as it’s melting…
I bet this is going to taste belting!
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20:15hrs now. Another day flashes by. What I’ve done and why. Who’s been to see me? Can’t remember, can’t decree… Been a sad muddled day for me! So, some photos you can see, Feeling so confused, I could cry!
First Pouch emptying…
Before the mist descended.
Food order. Some treats for the Carers.
One of the afternoon pouch emptying. Amazing colour, healthy looking!
Nice parking today!
Mug of Glengettie, note-less notepad, and a nose bleed.
Blimus! This one filled up quickly.
Late Carer Josef called. Only needed some painkillers to ease the mild agony from the Catheter bag tube in Little Inchy. Argh!
NOSH TIME
The plan was to show a photo of the served-up nosh here. However: The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry!
No matter how carefully a project is planned, something may still go wrong with it. The saying is adapted from a line in “To a Mouse” by Robert Burns: “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.” Yes, Inchie forgot to put the SD card back in the camera again! So the evening shot and shot of the TV on, also, as Rabbi Burns said… “Gang aft a-gley “.
When I emptied night pouch, I did remember to put the car in first. Tsk!
Not a good colour.
When I was nodding off, I needed to utilise the. again. The visit took me half an hour or so overall. Sticky, gooey, messy. The actual evacuation maybe lasted a minute. The cleaning up & medicating… ages! Costly business nowadays. Last year the above cost me £2.19 – Now… £4.99! But it does a good job of easing .
On that rather sordid note, I’ll leave you now. (Fri Morning) And get this blog checked. (I’m bound to miss some mistakes, of course, I’m getting good at that recently) and sent off to WordPress.
Another frustrating day. Errors, mistakes, went to get my toenails cut on a wrong day. Clouted my now aching elbow on the door-frame. Lost the mobile phone, but found the magnifying glass when looking for it. On the bright side, there were only three Porcelain Throne visits. Dropped, and this time, broke one of the China tea mugs… hit my forehead on the sink bending to clean up the mess. Still, Jodie and Carolynne calling cheered me up. Carolynne came while I was adding ingredients to the stew of soup I was making for later; her face was a picture when she looked at it and said… “Should it be that colour?… still it smells nice!” The Catheter tube in Little Inchie has given me more angst than for ages – that was because I had to get dressed to go down to the salon to get the feet done, and Cathleen Catheter does not like the tube being pulled about when I have to walk… mind you, Little Inchie certainly disliked it! I’ve just stubbed my toes again as well! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Emptied the pouch
Nippy and windy this morning. Glum, too!
Potatoes into their crock pot again.
Got an email from matess and mate, HRH Lisa-Petal, and Professor Billum from Ohio. They are going to phone me again; bless them and needed to know the best time to ring cause of the cost. I made a clip of the computer screen in Calendar and sent it off to them. ♥
Busy week. Hang on, I did this yesterday, didn’t I? Oh, dear. I think I’m losing it faster than I thought!
Just before lunch, I stood up after hours at the computer, and the straps on the Catheter pouch fell. Got it emptied just in time!
Carer Atere did the first two calls. On the first, as I went to show him, the taps to check were not let running; for a change, Instead of shoulder charging or head-butting the edge of the door-frame, I hit my elbow joint against it. It’s still stinging now, over ten hours later! Humph!
Got a text message. It’s getting harder to read than ever. I did decipher the short message: “Feet 2 p.m.”
So, I had to get the ablutions done swiftly. And dressed to go down to the salon. By the time I’d got halfway there, Little Inchies fungal lesion was giving my… well, agony! This is why when I do not need to go out, I just wear a dressing gown in the flat, thus relieving the harassment to the inserted tubing. I checked the laundry room for my washing bag but could not find it, and I only have one clean gown left, and I’m wearing that.
I must ask a carer later – I must ask a carer later – I must ask a carer later!
When I got to the salon, well, I wrote about this in the intro. I am a fool! Carer Kara… no, Jodie pointed out the error that I’d made with reading the message. There was another line with ‘Friday’ on it!
Why I took this… another mystery.
Bit of rain.
THe Adsa order arrived… Kepy it down this time; not too much bought…
This was the sky at the usual sunsetting time?
Still Bootiful!
CArolynee called on the last visit. Lovely to he her and Jodie after such a long time.
Last photo of the sky.
MY being a pareidolia addict, I found something in each of the above photos! In the bottom one, at least five animals. Can you spot them? Go on, have a look!
Got the late nosh sorted out. Can of lamb & potatoes soup. Well seasoned with lamb gravy, basil, tomato passata, Worcester sauces, mint, sea salt & added a lot of sliced boiled potatoes. Soft rolls were delivered today. Result:
I rose, then went to empty the catheter’s wee-wee…
Stubbed my toe and muttered, “I see!”…
That is how the day’s going to be?
Walked into the door-frame, reacting huffishly!
Dropped the bucket when emptying the pee…
I swore and cursed somewhat lavishly!
Then to the Porcelain Throne, the lavatory…
The evacuation was loose and all gooey…
By Gawd, it was so sickeningly stinky!
The bank rang; rather demandingly…
Their questionnaire I’d not filled in, apparently?
She had a sweet voice, so I replied droolingly…
“Fret not; it’ll be done; you can rely on me!”
First I must ring about my upcoming urinoscopy,
She rang off, a little curtly…
I couldn’t find the bank’s letter, annoyingly…
Doreen Dementia many times presented tortuosity…
Not physically, of course, but mentally…
So I had a few hours of lost logicality…
But that’s nothing new nowadays to me.
£25 to get my toes cut, this time bloodlessly!
My brain and body often lost synergy…
Tested my patience and mental energy…
I’m not sure what that means exactly?
Concentrating brought on somnifacientity,
I fell asleep at the computer… became worry-free…
I dreamed I’d acquired knowledge & sagacity.
But it was part of life’s misleading sophistry.
I moan, and I groan… such is my sad proclivity!
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Friday 17th March… That rings a bell. Ah, Yes... St Patrick’s Day!
Cor Blimey, Flipping Heck and Fancy That! Not good, is it?
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. Tomatoes and Parmentier potatoes. All stored away, with the cleaning stuff.
Aha, the wee-wee looks better.
Bootiful clouds.
Then it was off to the toe & nail-cutting gal at the hairdressing salon in Winwood Court.
Down to the main foyer, had a nosey around…
A look at the notice board…
Then along into Winwood Court through the link passage. Called on Warden Deana with some nibbles.
Then into the hairdressing salon. To get the toenails cut. Paid the £25, and handed out some drinkies. I departed, and along the passage back to the Woodthorpe Court, I realised I’d missed a lady off of the treats. So hobbled back and gave her a choice.
Lost balance as I was pushing the three-wheeled walker through the apartment door. No tumble… But did trap my hand in the door. Not to fret, though. It was the right hand. So hardly any pain was felt. Course, I may feel it later. Peripheral Pete does that sometimes, with a delayed reaction.
During the course of the day, I had visits from the following Carers; Josie, Carer Josef (3), Carer Sam and… No, I think that’s up to now.
Visited it only three times!
Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down again. .
Another good emptying colour here.
Then I took some sunset-less photographs of the evening sky over the next ten or twenty minutes.
An eerie side to this one.
Each one was worthy of some pareidoliaing!
Amazing!
The ultimate pareidolia one!!!
Oh, a break in the clouds!
Going to get some cooking done now. Back in the morning…
I’m back! Imitation lamb hotpot. Added some lamb, mint gravy, and too many potatoes from the oven, and I got stuck into it.
Can life really be so confusing? Baffling, grinding and bemusing? Painful at times, but what the hell… It’d Doreen Dementia I’ve got to quell… The brain is ever battered and bruising, But how to extinguish her? Nobody can tell? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Blood in the night pouch.
I tried so hard to make these photos clear. But, no!
Straight down on the bottom field.
To the right, a smidgeon…
To the left, a little smidgeon.
Then into the maze of houses opposite.
Oh, good colour this time on emptying.
I got an email telling me that the Amazon order had been delivered!
My two boxes & other deliveries for 3 other flats in the block, Consisting of six packages, were left in the ground floor lobby. I got my dressing gown on, emptied the part full day bag, grabbed the 3-wheeler walker trolley, and set off down to the lobby. When I saw the stack of parcels on the table, my heart sank. This is the second time this week that items have been left to be stolen from the lobby area. Last time, I was not in good health, and two ladies helped me up to the flat with the items. This time, I was in better Physical Health. Not necessarily mental health. If I recall, the flats’ destinations were the 4th, 9th and 11th floors.
I got up to the first flat, and no one was in. So I left the parcel near the front door of the apartment. Then up in the elevator to the 4th floor and handed the man his parcels. Up to the 11th, and gave the lady her parcel, then I made my way back to my flat, got inside and hate kettle on…
But… –
As you can see above, I started to open my parcels and took out the contents of the split one… Ladies thingies! I got the spy-glass and realised it was for the lady on the 11th floor – I’d misread the label.
I grabbed Wally the 3-Wheeled Walker, exited the flat, and got back down to the 11th floor and apologised for opening it, and handed it to the lady. Who was alright about it.
Back to the flat, and opened what was my delivery. Tsk!
Food seasonings! Which were used later in the making of, well, potato & veg soup, I suppose. Then, I tried to catch the end of a film #I was watching when Amazon emailed me to lie about the delivery being done.
A proper good enjoyable oldie it was too. Peter (overacting) Cushion, Doug McClure – pure take-yourself-out-of-yourself stuff! At The Earths Core 1978: Terrible acting, scenery, and special effects… I Love IT! Shame that the DVD does not have any subtitles. Else I’d have bought a copy. Brilliant entertainment. Go with it to enjoy it! Anyway, thanks to Amazon, I missed it!
I also missed the sunsetting. Humph! Still, I took these later on… of the dank dark night…
I got the veg soup seasoned, simmered and served up.
Flavour rating: 9.2/10.
Emptied the day pouch in readiness for the night pouch to be fitted. But it wasn’t… I forgot all about it.
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The night bag this morning. 5-6 on colour patch.
Blimus! This is the day pouch an hour or so later. Full and bloody – or bloody full. Hehehe!
Two more hours later, this!.
Carers table.
Bad photo of right foot. But it is better than yesterday.
Evening shot of the sky.
Evening shot of the sky, slightly lower.
Down a bit more…
Down to the car park.
Now you may be wondering where all the details and other photographs are?. So am I! I remember having problems with the computer last night. Seriously disconcerting. It was so bad that I had to force close the computer and reboot it again. I think as this was done, It was Carer Jozef that arrived, and I moaned and groaned at my luck a little. Sorry, mate. Worse was to come! I’d lost six hours of CorelDraw work. The Ode, photographs, header cartoon graphics, and what was saved were virtually too hard to find, as they seemed to have been saved all over the hard and external storage… I was furious! But defeated. I turned off the computer, hoping to sort it all out in the morning. Then took the evening shots above and got the stew made.
Well, not stew, more a can of soup, to which I added a mass of soy imitation bacon bits and a load of baked mini-cubes of potatoes. Along with the traditional for me, tomato passata, liquid smoke, BBQ sauce and salt and vinegar. Despite my so low mood, I enjoyed it. Flavour Rating: 7.8/10.
