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I’m dejected, depressed, despondent, downcast downhearted, demoralised, in the doldrums and discouraged. Why? I’ll tell yers!
The Red-Eye is redder. The Urine is darker. Cartilages Chloe & Carole are so painful and have given way a few times on me already. The Mystery rib pains are back again. I cut myself four times shaving. Neuropathy Pete has had two unintentional leg dances before 06:00hrs!
Clouted my Cartilage in Chloe’s knee both times. The Cathy Cateter contraption seems to work when only it wants to, having no bearing on how much I’m drinking or not. When I’d finished shaving and taken off the PPs, the blood from 
overnight had encrusted on the Catheter tube, my testicles, thighs and the protection pants. I’ve never had this so bad before. But, naturally, a man of my pain-bearing capabilities and heroic nature, did not cry out and swear, or nearly lose my balance as I started to clean things up, or spit on the floor!
Throughout the day, as of up to 15:00hrs which it is now, I’ve had three leg dances, a minor tumble, and now, had to 
when she kicked off for at least an hour of non-stop jiggling in an effort to dislodge the shoulder socket. Which, in turn, caused so many mistakes on the computer, I had to stop using it until Shirley had settled. Yet, I’m not complaining, for today there were two moments of sheer joy; admittedly, the second one didn’t last long, but still, every minor victory helps.
I’ve paid two visits to the 
, and they were both as near to normal as they have ever been in many a month of Sundays. Nice, not messy!
I realised that I had a cottage pie in the fridge, and planned to have some beetroot with it later on.
I didn’t, because when Carer Richard arrived on his first call, the use-by date was yesterday! Humph!.
Now, the computer is playing up again. I’m not taking any chances, I’ll get the photos on quick before it goes down again…
Oh, heck, that’s dark!
Morning views.
Again, not very good.
Into the wet room to get the ablutions done.
A bloody shaving session today.
The JS Delivery arrived.
I got some of the apple & mint drinks in again; they were popular with the carers & nurses.
Got the bread in the freezer, so as not to need an order Christmas week at all.
Stocked up the treats shelves.
The mudslide returned.
Flowers for the wardens are an early Christmas treat. I hope not to order anything again this year.
Deana could not get to fetch them but will do so in the morning. I hope they last.
The carers’ and nurses’ nibble was box filled up.
My nibbles.
Sod-dit, not feeling well again.
I’ll get some food and a sit-down.
A lot of concentration and effort went into creating this simple sausage and potato meal, with Milk Roll bread.
Flavour Rating: 7/10. The dessert…
Flavour Rating 8.2/10.
The Differences Declared…
TTFNski, Folks!
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were in harmony and became the main ailment aggressors for the day. For the second day. My mind was tormented like never before, and I thought Thursday was bad for concentration… today dwarfed the effects suffered yesterday. I was, well, still am, in another world almost. 
Dark.
I came out of it with me having peeled, and I am now cutting up some potatoes to go in the oven later for the meal. 
Served up and ate the off meal. I enjoyed it, I reckon, but not when I realised all the lost to-memory time. 
At least the TV was working.
Talk about losing it. I made another meal!
I did enjoy this one.
Considered getting the quilt and pillows on the bed tonight. Of course, of the Porcelain Throne and forgot all about doing it.
Got this in. Sand bucket handle on the bottom, when as we all remember, it should be on the top
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visits, as much as things that constantly go wrong, which are doing my head in. Shaking them off is getting harder than ever, and they stay for longer and have been more frequent over the last two days. I must force myself to ask for help with these things. It’s stifling my sense of humour, confidence and hope. Someone who might read this can help me. But then again…
Makes things seem worse. I’m sure that I’ve got arithmaphobia and am not getting help with the banking problems that I can’t cope with. Also, I know one shouldn’t, but I listed my significant mental and physical difficulties on the web, and now I think that I just may have Huntington’s disease. *The first symptoms of Huntington’s disease often include difficulty concentrating. Memory lapses. depression – including low mood, a lack of interest in things, and feelings of hopelessness. Stumbling and clumsiness. Well, that’s me to a tee! And relatives suffered with it in years gone by.
kicks-off, and the cursed ever-increasing spells fall on me.
I’m not sure if I feel any better for getting that off my chest or not, which, incidentally, along with my chest, face and legs, have Acne and Eczema. It’s ruining my handsome, spotless features, you know. Just noticed this, I’ve got rid of the red-eye, and now I’m getting a red chin? Haha!
I woke around 05:00hrs> I checked on the colour of the Catheter nocturnal pouch and was pleased to see it was much lighter this morning. Escaped from the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, itch-inspiring, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, not working recliner, and hobbled to the Porcelain Throne, with a degree of anxiety that I may not get there in time! 
I went into the kitchen, put the light on, and two remarkable things hit me! The most critical and confusing thing was that the kitchen heater was working! 
The other was the snow-covered views of Sherwood available to me for photographicalisationing. I fetched 
and made 
a start. Sadly, the first one and the few that followed were not too good due to the darkness and my inability to take a 
much as I repeatedly tried.
Caught the lights on Mansfield Road in this one on the right and left.
I tried to capture a decent picture of Cavendish Drive with all the street lights on.
it. The snow always melts first on their roofs. Hehe! I’ll check later, light, Peripheral Pete, weather permitting… and if I remember to.
had improved their utterly abysmal record of failure to get a signal situation.
Within the hour, Oligarchs from Sad 
had struck six times. Everyone ruined what I’d done! Gits!
A blue hue, to the view now for you. 
order not arriving; I’ve plenty of canned food and frozen.
Off I went to the small room again.
Back into the kitchenette, the warmed kitchen, thanks to the heater now working, took two pictures. The blue hue had gone, and a fog was beginning to come down now. 
vehicles, so it may be warming up a smidgeon?
is filling up more quickly again. 
I seasoned the beans with my favourite Stubb brand Hickory liquid smoke, & it was Grrreat!
Apart from not being able to get back to sleep again, thanks to persistent 
He’ll be their lawyer?
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A little dark, but less than of late.
Fantastically detailed shot of the morning fog.
Tried again later.
So cold when I opened the window to take the photos. The heater is still not working… weekend again! Made a brew of Glengettie to warm up.
Ah, black turning to blue?
Later on, grey fog.
Only three trips today. All the same in nature.
Daily total for internet failures Much better…
The fog was still thick four hours later.
Second and last allowed mug of tea. Sob!
Aha, I can see shapes!
The day bag often filled up quick today.
Late afternoon, I see houses. Hehe!
Medicationings done.
, the sunshine got through the clouds and fog for the first time today…
Then sank out of view within minutes.
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. As of 15:45hrs, it went down yet again…
I spent more time than ever toying, resetting and praying that things might come on and stay on.
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giving me grief and a massive bruise on my forehead… I think that was just a plea for sympathy; it’s just a tiny scratch, Hehehe!
In the late afternoon, the Oligarchial 
arrived. He took the sunset photos on his mobile phone, and I took some with 
Ist photo of the day.
Oh, dear, the kitchen view shot went wrong. Haha!.
Ah, that’s a bit better!
Nocturnal Pouch.
Medicationings.
Mug of tea.
Blue & grey mix in the clouds and sky.
Kodak Tim is in night mode.
This one was in sunset mode.
2nd and last mug of tea is allowed.
Nosh sorted it out.
Followed by a Christmas Tree ice cream lolly.
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Waste bags collated.
Computing.
Getting properly miffed at this!
Green gunge cleaner & freshener
First two bags were emptied.
Next bag.
Another bag.
I realised that many items had been delivered, not charged for, that I didn’t order!
Posh biscuits, Amaretti and Biscotti.
Orange juice and Mayo.
Custard Creams.
Garlic Paste.
Coffee.
Parsnips.
Box of 12 cans of cat food.
The Sourdough Soda Bread was irresistible. I heavily buttered two slices and had some tomatoes with them.
It’s a late afternoon shot.
Early evening shot.
I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery about the INR confusion over appointments. I’ll explain the situation at that moment: I’d just decided to phone JS about the items delivered that were not mine… 
The landline had stopped working! I was struggling not to lose things already. Pain and bleeding from Little Inchy and the catheter tube. Worried about the bed not being sorted. 
Both started giving me angst. 
, the JS problem. Then, just as a 
dawned… my mobile rang. 
Medications removed all of the 
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for me.
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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
Sorted out the waste bags.
Literally!
Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.
arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal. 
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!
The second and last brew of Glengettie.
Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.
Number three of the day!
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Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right
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Not a lot of it, and dark coloured too! 
Waste bags sorted.
The was better!
First mug of Glengettie!
Computer on.
But not for long.
Aha, the Iceland food arrived to restock the freezer from my 
in leaving the door open for nine hours! Three bags of food were destroyed. Tsk!
The driver kindly carried the bags into the kitchen for me.
As I was getting the frozen things in the freezer first…
The watch strap broke. So I put it down on the counter, and continued to get the food in the freezer sharpishly!
Biscuits Galore. Not for me of course; they are for the Carers and nurses due Friday and next week.
Coffees (For the carers of course), Rustlers for Carer Richard. Potatoes and bread for me
Savoury nibbles in the plastic ottoman.
I got a new strap on the wristwatch.
Good Morning
Good later Morning
Good Afternoon
Late Afternoon.
Sunset One
Late Sunset Two…
Early Morning
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Scoffed it all up. Flavour-Rating 7.5/10
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Rain from the kitchen window.
Early morning tatties into the crock-pot.
Food Delivery.
Fridge not too full?
Fancy tomatoes.
After the second tumble.
A little tip here…
Good colour.
Early evening rain spots starting.
The sun’s last view.
19:00hrs – Dour!
1910hrs The car park, below the kitchen.
Not one of bestest photographs. Tsk!
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Which proved as all the others to be a fleeting visit on the Throne; Splurt! All done. The cleaning up afterwards and having to haul bowls of water from the kitchen to refill the tank was the risky bit. 
What an amazing, incredibly splendorous, captivating night view; that looked like it had been painted in oils onto the sky
May your luck bring beneficence,