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I hadn’t expected to live to see the world’s ending,
It’s coming, but I may or may not, depending…
The kakotopia will be totally consuming,
Be here by the year’s end, I’m assuming.
Will it be through Global Warming?
Will it be quick, without any warning?
Can we achieve earth rehydrating?
I think not with agitators Xi and Putin!
Constantly threatening & warmongering!
They & others are ignoring, boycotting…
When Save Earth mention Global Warming!
The Oligarchs carry on bootlegging…
As do financial institutions like banking…
In the name of power, financial gluttony!
Their names won’t go down in infamy…
How will it end, earth’s unwritten contract?
Robots Take Over? Asteroid impact?
Divine intervention, in retribution?.
Failed climate control to make a contribution?
World-Wide Anarchy… Rebirth of Tutankhamun?
Global implosion, or an Alien Invasion…
Nanotechnology disaster, worldwide libation?
The collapse of the Vacuum? Forced lactation?
Mass suicide? Even times laevorotation?
Profligacy? Lack of diplomacy?
It’ll end the battle for supremacy!
It will end all tellurians mercilessly…
It may take months, or fall abruptly,
Certain to share between us, agony!
Looking on the bright side, forgive me…
No more struggles to get a babysitter!
Equalising you and the globetrotter,
Being late for work won’t matter…
No frets emptying your catheter,
No dodgy release valve to make a splatter.
Peeing in your shoe, Haha!
No guilt for eating butter…
You can have a little mutter…
Well, you’ll not even stutter…
You can laugh at your cybersquatter!
No need to clean or declutter!
No blood from the piles in your hindquarters!
You can throw away your Warfarin & inhaler!
I hope this ode makes you feel jauntier?
That you feel less depressed and segregated…
Don’t feel guilty for the times you shoplifted!
We’re all level when we’ve been terminated,
If we miraculously come back… belated.
Next time, I’d like to be better testiculated!
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Apart from the agony from the two ingrowing toenails, 
and her
papules. The teeth breaking up and bleeding. And, of course as usual now for months, 
the tube was giving Little Inchie a bad time pain-wise. 
and Her Highness of Agony-Giving 
both on the ball. Things were not as bad today. Up to now, I’m been free of any serious 
shuffles!
Naturally, I may regret saying that!.
Just photos
Potatoes in crock-pot.
Whiteboard reminders.
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The dwindling mudslide at the end car park.
Cor, a bit deep coloured this morning?
Aha, the slippers have arrived!
But with the bandaging, I can’t get them on. Huh!
More food!
And a bottle for Sister Jane!
Nosh.
Now, I don’t want you think that I ate all four of the yummy, naughty jam doughnuts on this tray…
But I did! GUILT!
Hehehe!
TTFNski Each!
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First thing on waking. Well, after passing wind, and sensing that both ingrowing toenails, 
on the left foot, and 
on the right, were painful, I bent down to remove the night pouch from the clutches of 
lingered a little. Had this just actually happened?
which was stinging something horrible, and challenging me to scratch at it. But I resisted. 
, the toes as mentioned, and 
assisted me to knock my torso against the door frame going into the kitchen. So, 
Oh, double-dear!
Oh, treble-dear!
To get the ablutions tended to… Starting with a sudden urgent need to utilise the Porcelain Throne.
Got my feet in a bowl of soapy water with baking powder added. To soak-clean the feet while having a shave
The almost expected teeny-weeny cut, not in the neck-hole this time, but behind the earhole. The only places left that grow hair on my head. A swift sprinkle of the Brut aftershave
put an end to the leaking haemoglobin.
Then I 
the 
I’d already decided that things were not going well, and would probably get worse, without any input for EQ either.
Got the shower finished without any other painful incidents.
Mug of tea, Glengettie of course.
I Heath Robinsoned a new papule covering.
Good colour in the pouch.
The homemade dressing is still on.
engaged!
Nice!
Fridge choker-bloc!
Freezer, too!
We need it, not as bad as some areas do, though.
Just as well they were out of some foods!
Strawberry treats for the helpers.
Bananas, and my favou
I made short work of this one!
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Well, well, well, another farcical rising from the aged, grotty-looking c1966-made, charity-shop-bought, horribly beige-coloured, £300, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, non-operational, acne-giving, virus-breeding, rickety, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner, with its new air-cushion. Supplied by my treasured Sarah, of the Rehabilitation Falls Team. 
My right ankle was pouring water out all over the cover, my legs, the chair the legs were upon, and some reached the carpet! 
, Tsk!
night pouch had to be removed. So I did!
Carer Richard arrived.
I investigated the eBay option for Samaritan Olive oil, and I found a pair of slippers that looked comfy.
evacuated product flowed solidly for the first time in days. Not back to normal yet, but close. Then again, what is normal?
burst forth. Not enough to have me over, but an excellently aimed wobble and my right shoulder clashed with the door frame. No need to tell you, but I will, 
plaster thingy, he said could
stay on until the morning. So, it did! All I did was bend down while sitting in the chair, to have a feel if the padding felt wet; it didn’t to me, but 
started off, and stayed with me for the rest of the night. I suppose I ought to be glad 
that 
Humph!
made sure the SD card was in 
one for me. Straight away I envisioned the higher cloud left, being a shark or swordfish, with its long bill upper and in front, open mouth below, and even an eye in this view? 
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As I was going to the 
, I thought of what I think was a witty retort to use on this blog… So I got 
Notice how it’s a little askew, did you?
The toilet roll had only been used once, and there was only a quarter of it left by the time I’d cleaned up after the evacuation! Seeing in in the WC, reminded me of a dollop of Chilli Con Carne but yellow in colour. Eurgh!
It’s been more consistent lately. 
And took this early morning view.
Then got the kettle on.
Made a tasty brew of Glengettie tea.
And onto the computerisationing. Where I stayed, making error after cock-up, for a few hours. Until 
arrived. We had a natter as she medicated me, did the eye drops, and departed. Not before putting a pad on.
The end car park mud-slide was building up in the rain.
Checked on the soup left over from last night. It was edible enough to have tonight… and hastily responded to my innards message to get back to the 
Took these two photos of the beautiful clouds…
I stopped blogging for a while. Got a waste bag made up.
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Putting the empty can in the new waste bag, I managed to cut my finger down the nail of the sharp edge of the tin.
came. A nice gal, who liked a natter and laugh, which suited and cheered me up a lot. Got the tablets issued, eye drops in, and accepted an ice cream. Not seen her for a long time. I asked if I could take her photo for this blog, and she agreed. 
back to a better NHS-3, I reckon.
From a distance…
A little closer…
Then close-up!
The tablets don’t seem to be helping with the Diarhorrea?
They have always helped in the past? Shame!.
The lad gave me painkillers and asked if needed any Peptac or the night pouch attaching. I explained that I had not had a meal yet, so no need to put the bag on for me. I’d take the Peptac after eating. Ricard checked the medication drawer, and put the 
eye drops in for me.
More blurred this time.
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Oh, what a todoo!
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But the new spectacles are not up to scratch – Mind you, I have already scratched the lens on them. Cognitive Impairment Iris, the water geyser on the right leg has had to be bandaged… by me, what a mess I made of it. Little Inchie is giving nearly as much pain as Back-Pain-Brenda is! Plus, Concentration Konrad is along with all of these, making it hard work! Can’t hear very well either. Humph!
Such a bad day for me. Worst in a long time. 
Great colour in the nocturnal catheter night bag.
Off to the Porcelain Throne…
This procedure was repeated five or six times over the day. With the same result!
The toes remain in a two-tone shade.
Sorted the evening bags out.
He cheered me up a smidgeon. I took his photo as he was preparing to give me the Maxitrol Eye Drops. Note how he keeps the light bulb covered as he puts them in for me? 
Feeling a little perked up now, I took his Bloof Pressure etc. and put it in the NHS thingamajig. After the lad had gone, I inputted it, with excellent results coming back. Insisted he takes a drinkie & nibbles in thanks for his kindness.
slipped and I nearly went over, clouted my knuckles on the corner of the sink, and at the same time felt wet dripping on my right foot. My immediate thought was that the retaining clip on the catheter must have opened… Then it dawned on me, the 
was now on my left leg?
Oh, ‘ecky thump!.
Uncertain about how to go with applying the coverings, I pressed on and hoped for the best. (Hoped for the best? Me? Hehehe!)
I recognised now what the bits of white on the kitchen floor were; I think they were skin.
Dizzy Dennis & Back-Pain-Brenda visited me, due to my breaking my strict instructions for the Falls Lady Sarah. As KI had no choice but to bend down to reach the lesion. It felt okay, and I was sure the flow had stopped within minutes of putting on my Heath Robinson medications.
Then noticed a new bruise on my other leg. Due mayhap, to my banging it on the cabinet as I stopped myself tumbling?
The agony never stops for muggings here. By the time I’d cleaned up the kitchen floor and mess, I found myself apologising to Back-Pain-Brenda… as if that was going to stop her hurting? Tsk!.
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Very good colouring!
No stringy bit in it this morning.
Tried to get a photo of it close-up later. But not good.
The feet look the same. I took these when doing the ablutionings, which I started at 06:30hrs. Got a cut-less shaving session done, then the teeth cleaning, which was pretty bloody. Little Inchie bleeding, and Harold’s Haemorrhoids too. I was about to get in the shower, and the morning 
I made eight mugs of Glengettie tea today. But did not go over my allowance of two mugs… Six of them went cold!
Got some bikkies out to nibble. They are just not the same with no tea to dunk them in, are they?
Waste bins sorted.
Porcelain Throne…
Raining again…
Mudslide developing.
Wee-weeing well, without any input from of course!
Rain stopped!
Mystery photo of the day.
Rain Started again
Stopped & started again.
Sunset piccies
Inchy!
Inchy Again…
Political…
Humankind?
Grrr!
Inchy yet again!
It’s not fair!.
Clivey & Inchie.
Covid Gag.
Royalty!
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Excellent colour… Shame about the bits in it. I assume they are bits of my Prostate that the Finasteride Tablets should have been destroying to make room for more content in the 
bladder. No one has told me whether to keep taking them or stop? Like with the Cataract operations, or rather after them? Same with the Blepharitis gel? 
Do I need to keep on with the Finasteride, Dry Eye Spray or not? I’ve got another fortnight of the Maxitrol drops, I believe or not?
This actually is the photo I took as I struggled up Standard Hill, over four years ago, to get to the clinic.
As it looked then.
Earlyish morning photo of the view from the kitchenette window, not a good one. As usual lately. 
Back to the computer. 
the hallway. The door was secure, and the heater and airer were turned off.
At long last, I got back on to the internet.
blow me, one more Liberty-Global Cock-up!
So, I went to make a rare brew of tea again. 
Not that
I can’t really blame them, after seeing the rain warning come up on the TV & now working again for a little computer. Parking away from the mud Slide area is wise.
I made a brew of Glengettie tea and took it to the computer to slurp while blogging. If ever I get any done.
guess what happened?
Another let-down from the Liberty-Global Virgin Media oligarchical, money-seeking, number-crunching, dubious, slithery-sidestepping, money-jugglers, financial-escamotage, illusionists, dubious, hocus-pocus driven, mumbo-jumbo, grubstaking speculators, plutocrats, securities-brokers, stinking-rich, multi-core, fact-distorting, tycoonocratic, nabob-led Liberty-Global. Who own or have invested in dozens of European internet-mobile companies in the last few years.
The kind delivery driver carried the carrier bags through and dropped them on the kitchenette for me to sort through and get put away. Which I did, after getting 
Kodak Tim, to record my efforts and order.
squashed for me as well. Some red potatoes, too. 
mousse, and some delightful biscuits. 
But… no, no more!
to ask him to put some Phorpaingel on my back… again!.
The rain had stopped for the sun setting. 
the Sudocrem
The sun has disappeared now.
blogging done. But no!
Thanks to Denise, I could use the Leicester extra strong cheese. Got the baked potatoes, scraped out the flesh and mixed it as best I could in the basin, with sea salt, and no-butter butter. Garden peas, and no-meat sausages. A banana and a lemon dessert. Smashing!
ood!
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She was not impressed
Early morning view, 03:10hrs.
Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.
During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!
I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
Two hours later, I was woken up by 
arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. 
Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
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Nocturnal Pouch.
Close to the window shot of the rain
Upper window shot.
Ablutions & Throne visited.
Washed the cap.
Feet okay.
Spuds to nibble from last night.
Rain back middayish.
Nurse Rebecca arrived.
The rain returned.
Stayed for a few hours…
Nice views even if I did get wet taking them.
See him now? Hehe!
Mystery Photo of the day?
Mud Side that slid.
A simple nosh. After taking this photo, I remembered to get some of Jenny’s yellow & red tomatoes added.
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Last night’s nosh. Not as good as it looked.
The first bag emptied at about 02:10hrs was deep red,
Asda potatoes from the bag.
I hope none of the crap ones got into the crockpot?
A late morning shot.
Mystery photo!
All with the same results.