FND symptoms

Inchie Today: Saturday 2nd August 2025

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Inchy: Oye! Inchie, I don’t talk to yer for a month and then find you in this state… yer a bag of nerves mate…
Inchie: Yes, that’s accurate…
Inchy: Well, yer got nowt else to say then?
Inchie: No! Are yer bovvered, then?
Inchy: Concerned, never seen yer in such a state,
Yer brains beginning to bifurcate,
Inchie: What does that mean, like confabulate?
Inchy: No! Splitting, or breaking up,
Inchie: That’ll be my Premorbid Cognitive Impairment,
Inchy: Ah, I was wondering where Doreen Dementia had gone. Did you two have a disagreement?
Inchie: We never really got on, but this bitch is a bit too strong…
Inchy: String?
Inchie: Nae, are you going deaf two, STRONG!
Inchy: No need to shout, I do live in your brain…
Inchie: Sorry, does PreMorbid give you any hassle or pain?
Inchy: Not a lot, I find her relatively humane. She did tell me she thinks you are beyond help, arcane.
Inchie: Huh, and it’s she who is toying with my brain!
Inchy: Well, yeah, but she won’t take the blame,
Inchie: Ah, so a bit like Starmer?
Inchy: Him, do you mean the backhander taking plonker?
Inchie: Yes, he’s malicious, spiteful, and malevolent,  
Inchy: How did he get elected as the nation’s adjutant?
Inchie: His getting in was like a bereavement…
Inchy: What skill has he got? Does he use a deliriant?
Inchie: Skills? Deceit, duplicity, dishonesty, and lying, pensioners, disabled, and farmer-vilifying,
Inchy: Well, that’s a long list…
Inchie: I’ve not finished yet; wauling, stealing, witwantoning, malignant, cruel, overtaxing… 
Inchy: I’d have thought tha…
Inchie: I’ve not finished yet! He’s untrue to true Labour Party principles, unfaithful, disloyal, double-crossing, two-faced, undependable, unreliable, back-stabbing, and double-dealing…
Pecksniffian, ace at phony-baloney, and wants hanging!
Well, he doesn’t want it, but relatives do, of farmers, disabled folk, young families & pensioners are sick of his jiggery-pokerying, 
Inchy: ‘Silence’,
Inchie: Inchy? INCHY?
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In 1990, Iraq invaded Kuwait, triggering the Gulf War.
The Russo-Ukrainian War began in February 2014 and is ongoing. Following Ukraine’s Revolution of Dignity, Russia occupied & annexed Crimea from Ukraine.
Will Humankind… or rather the oligarchal leaderships of warring nations ever learn? I’m about to try something I’ve shamefully not done for a while.
Pray For Peace. I don’t think it will help.
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I’m not sure what time I got my head down last night. But it was somewhere around 01:00hrs, or later.
During the five hours in the land of nod, I must have woken up, or been woken up, to be more accurate, a dozen times. The guilty ailments, about 50% each, were and or .
Both have been kind to me lately. But yesterday, they visited several times, and they’ve already been at me during the night and up until now. (13:00hrs). Nearly gave way on me earlier. Otherwise, physically, I’m doing well this morning. Back to the diary, I went out of sync again.

Urine was a good 4 on the scale.

I went to the wet room to use the ablutions and medication. I forgot to clean my teeth.
Note to Self: I must get back to doing them.
Olive oiled the ears, and put the eye drops in – some of them got in the eyes, most dribbled down into mt mouth, as per usual. Barrier creams and the floppy belly and man breasts. About to clean the lower regions, but needed the use of the Porcelain Throne.
An exact copy of yesterday’s first evacuation. Well, maybe not quite as bad. Certainly got it cleaned up quicker this time.
The shaving went pretty well, with a few tiny razor nicks. Nothing to fret about, though. I was doing better than I was yesterday. That’s a bonus in having dwelling in your head, with which I cannot recall all the Whoopsiedangleplops I had. Haha!

Then I got on the computer to update Thursday’s blog, but there wasn’t much to do since I had stayed up late into the morning to catch up on some things.
A few errors occurred, and at one point, CorelDRAW’s screen froze, forcing me to close the computer and reboot it after a few minutes. I was worried that things weren’t right when I reloaded. I was right to be concerned. I’d lost some of the work I’d done.
I’m not sure what I did wrong, but I had to close it down again. When I returned to the art package, everything seemed okay and was working again. Yippee! I decided to celebrate with a mug of tea. It had been two hours getting things going, and as I stood up, the chateter pouch fell all the way to my foot and ankle. What a tug the tube gave poor Little Inchy! I fumbled in my haste to get the bag emptied, and it showed on the measuring jug I use, and very nearly 2 pints. No signs of Depression emanated, and I thought things had gone well so far. With my fate and luck, I found this nerve-racking. Hehe!

I made a brew of Glengettie tea, and the teabags burst while pouring in the water. So, I made another… the same thing happened. So, I tried a Co-op 99 tea bag, and blow me, that one split open. I lost interest and took a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge to the computer desk. Humph!
I say computer desk, but it’s actually a 1962-built, falling-to-pieces Hopewell’s E-Plan sideboard, with the doors falling off. I use it as my computer desk.

Ejaz arrived. We did a body check and medications, and then had a little natter before he had to rush off. A nice lad,

The intercom chirped up again. It was the chap with the Iceland order to deliver. He was soon up at the flat.

He put the things into the kitchenette for me in no time. Thanked him.
Then I started sorting out the mags of food, cleaning things, and nibbles.

Cheesy-topped whole bread rolls, one pack of four, and a pack of four tiger rolls were delivered.
Just one bag of the Harry-Ramsdens frozen chips that had to go in the freezer, and I had to do some jiggling with the goods in there to make room for the tiger rolls.
I placed the multi-Silly-Price 7-per-pack mini croissants in a carrier bag and put them in the bedroom. After opening one, I added some to the other nurses’ & Carers’ nibble selection on the carers’ table.
The cleaning supplies are located under the sink and in the bathroom. Well, wet room.

Afternoon Carer was Mizra. Another nice lad. In and out in a few minutes. Checked taps, and I took a guzzle of Peptac.

Earlier, I got the calendar clock updated. I missed the photo off, I’m afraid. Better late than never. The tube firm the catheter was pulling again, but the pouch was nowhere near complete.

I also forgot these, taken from the balcony.

The intercom chimed again.
I got to the panel and pressed the top button. But no one was there. No one was there… that could fit when my memory tries to store things in the brain.

Early meal, No – Sister Jane rang. Burnt sausages, so I made another meal. Mass Depression came from nowhere, and Anne Gyna joined in.
She stayed the night.
Despite how I was feeling, I still enjoyed this delightfully tasty meal.

I was working on CorelDRAW and felt a dampness on the Catheter leg. I investigate.

I. The top connector-hose had come off altogether!
Another damned mess to try and sort, and a load more cleaning and disinfecting needed!
I’ve never fitted the top connector or strapping. The nurses usually sort that one out. But, as usual, there are no Community Nurses to contact for help at the weekends. I had to hope for the best, hoping I could manage the job. Hehehehe!
2: A search around in the bedroom where the nurse moved the catheter supplies. I had to find a top strap, which cost me 10 minutes. Not the easiest of tasks, I’ll tell you why. I’m sharing all the problems involved, hoping that a Nurse, Carer, Social Team member, or anyone who can help me avoid these issues or arrange extra support might read this blog. All the while during the search, I had Depression Darius, Cartilage Carole giving agony. The walking stick to fumble with in case Cartilage Chloe gave way. Also, the urine was still leaking, and I had a mass of kitchen towels trying to stem the flow from the inserted Little Inchy connector. I had to fetch a roll of kitchen towels when the first lot got soaked, and put the used ones in a carrier, as I searched around. And also lost an hour in the search.
3: I got back to the recliner room. But sorting out how to get the bendy-clip and find where it should go was all a guesstimate.
4. I had Dizzy Dennis join the other ailments due to all the bending I had to do.
5. Unsure if it would work or not, time would tell. I then had to go back to the store room to clean up the mess I’d made in my painful search. Collect and bag the smelly-wet towels, disinfect and bin them.
6: It was not flowing. I left it for a while, hoping things would start. Which did, but so slowly, and I was now getting flow-back pain in the bladder.
7: Carer Mizra arrived; it should have been a short visit. But the lad kindly went through the whole procedure again and reset the top strap. (W used the same pouch, though.) Naturally, he did not know where the holding grip should be placed, just as I didn’t. But he got the flow going. And had to rush off. Bless him. He still took diabetic socks off for me.
8: I collected the diabetic socks from the floor and put them in the laundry bag. I binned the spare straps from the recliner, along with the empty medical bags.
Then hoped and prayed that the connector would not come off again. Thanks, Mizra.

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Inchie Today: Friday 1st August 2025

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Sister Jane’s Welbeck School Photograph.
Any guesses which one she is?
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I always wanted one of those Japanese trees, a banzai, 
I applied to go on TV, the darts game thingy, Bullseye,
But got mugged the day before, a broken nose and a black eye,
I was reasonably brave about it, I didn’t cry…
Of which the lump cuddly nurse can clarify,
We got on well, we were pally and quite chatty,
I said, Could we go for a meal at the Wimpey nearby,
She declined, saying they do not serve cowpie.
We were a similar age, it was around 1973,
So I said, seeking a grope, & feeling bigheartedly, 
We can go anywhere you like, just tell me…
She smiled and replied, I think you are a real honey,
But you’ve been robbed of your cash and money!
She walked me out, her rear end moving curvaceously,
I wave goodbye, sensing my loins activity…
Her telephone number pocketed, I felt my alacrity…
Eagerness, desire, I was a young wannabe, 
I agree our bodies bear a dissimilarity,
Me wirery, thin, stunted height and sinewy,
The nurse, cuddly, sticky, just my cup of tea!
The phone number got me through to the NSPCC!
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This one is Jane.

Due to a late Whoopsiedangleplop this evening, and by only just starting the above Ode, mayhem ensued. I was then miles behind. So, I need to get some of this done before I fall asleep. I can’t believe that no Depression Darius had hit me yet. He did visit earlier and then again later in the night. I’m adding this bit in the morning, and now I’m more confused than ever. Chronologically, this will be a terrible blog. I’m sorry, but I must press on. And cut things out or short from here on, until hopefully, the morning, if I ever get some sleep in.
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Morning urine, Ezaz classed as a number 6. Why the heck I put it on the graph as a 4, remains a mystery to me. I need to update the NHS graph, and I’m confident I’ll remember to. Tsk!

I rose at 04:50 hours, feeling a smidge perky that I hadn’t overslept. I changed the catheter and made my way to the wet room to get a wash and shave, clean my teeth, and then likely use the Porcelain Throne. Which, as it turns out, I needed suddenly on my way into the room. What a session, I think it must have taken me a minute to get seated and complete the evacuation, at the top! As my bum hit the plastic seat, there was what sounded like a splat, which took maybe 5 seconds to clear my bowels… but leaving a distinct feeling that a follow-up evacuation was already brewing! There was a mass of wind during the first evacuation. The minute spent on the Throne was dwarfed by the time it took me to clean up afterwards. I got the toothpaste out and searched around for the toothbrush – I know I used it last night, but where did I put it? Eventually, I spotted it behind the cistern on the floor. I retrieved the small plastic picker-upperer from the floor of the wet room and then got on with cleaning my teeth. The gums and teeth bled less than last time, which was nice. The plan was to oil the ears next, so I could hear if anyone came in or the intercom rang, and then start shaving – but, no! Luckily, I was standing right next to the WC when the follow-up evacuation started of its own accord. Talk about lucky, I was. This session was perhaps all over quicker than the first one! That was because it was almost liquid. Making as much mess, though, for me to clean up. Now, dawned. I find it embarrassing to say, but I went into an unstoppable, fed-up, mammoth-sized sulk. How do these things happen to me every day?
Then, cleaning up, I realised I’d run out of kitchen towels. So sent to get some from the kitchenette. 
What a change in my manner. When I saw the view from the window, I instantly changed back to I felt first, and got Kodak Tim 2, and took a snap. It didn’t turn out too well, but I wasn’t aware of that at the time. I cheered up a little. I returned to the wet room and got on with the cleaning again, almost contentedly.

Then on to the medicationings.
Underbelly, rea-end, Little Inchy, areas, aftershace on shaving cuts, it’d been that long they all dried solid. Nasal spray was applied to the legs and ankles, using the picker-upperer and kitchen towels. Toothache tincture was used, and I MedPhorpainPhorpain gelled the cartilages of Chloe and Carol, and then Arthur Itis’s knees. Used the mouthwash belatedly and searched all over for a wristlet panic alarm. I eventually found it on my wrist. I know, I know, but it’s a fact of life, and true! As I type this at approximately 20:20 hours, I’m still looking for the wristwatch. Is it somewhere in the wet room?
Surely! Or, maybe not. I’ll try to forget about it and look again later.

Then I remembered to change the calendar clock. And booted the computer.
Oh, dearie me. What am I doing? Just what I haven’t the time for… waffling on! But, being as I feel better, and I am sure that he is on his way to visit, if he does, I’ll stay up all night again to get this blog up to date, and into Sod ’em all mode again. I love doing it. The blog, I mean. Haha! 
But, not yet. When I opened CorelDRAW, it told me that the last saved drawings were not available!

Started the computer and was doing reasonably well, until CorelDraw told me that my last edited file was unavailable. This brought what was not wanted. For an unknown reason, desperation and frustration, possibly?
I gave up on the computer and took a snap from the balcony. I felt bitter and twisted with everything going wrong. I sulked and swore a little. 

A letter arrived. We are to have safety checks done on the flats. The workers will be abseiling up and down the outside for four days, checking the integrity of the building. They asked us not to open any windows fully. It’s good that the NCC looks after our safety.

Plenty of hard-to-read notes left on the memory notepad, but I’ve had enough now. Really feeling down. I’ve taken off the night bag, as anticipated. Dizzy Dennis paid a visit to object to my bending down. And as if things ain’t bad enough, Anne Gyna joined in, I’ll make a meal… no, I won’t. I’ll just have some crisps and biscuits, can’t be bothered.

On the other hand, now the pouch is off, I’ve got the mini roast potatoes that have a use-by date of the 2nd… I’ll get them in the oven. Hope I get to read the cooking instructions. Ejaz often reads them for me, but tonight, with the hassle and depression, I forgot to ask him. I’ll be back in a bit.

Nope, can’t read the label, which is in tiny print and stuck to the bottom of the foil dish. I’ll have to keep checking it as time goes on. Of course, I expect to remember to do that. But… at least if I set fire to the kitchen, someone can read this to find out why. I may have a prolonged seizure, fall asleep or just forget until I smell or see the smoke.
Every damned day is a struggle.

Took a late snap of the wonderful clouds.

Giving in now. Try to catch up in the morning. Well, it is morning now!
TTFN.

I’m back, Saturday 06:10hrs. Catchup.

Last shot of the day. Taken from the kitchenette window at around 02:20hrs.

TTFN

Inchy Today: Thursday 31st July 2025

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Please read, and apprehend; there’s no need to listen,
It may read that I wrote it in Lalaland, and lubrication,
Or amidst a seizure, or am I practising levitation,
I don’t expect pity, freebies, or any laudation,
I’m trying to avoid malapropisms and literalisation,
Failure will undoubtedly turn me back to libation,
A comfort from my last life, when I was a Latvian,
To say I remember, I’ve not learnt my lesson,
I’m impractical, get lost mentally, a luftmenschen,
They put me on a mood stabiliser, called Lithium,
Shortly after, I craved to be a lighthouseman,
I often come out with gibberish and lallation,
My infected brain works in laevorotation,
Backwards in other ways, I seek liberation,
From Starmers dictatorship & legislation,
Sometimes I burst out in lacrimation!

I am often confused & bemused, strife-ridden,  
I struggle with recognition and recollection,
I hoped for rejuvenation, but got rejection,
My cerebrum gives a varying reaction,
To my question or recommendation,
Physically, mentally, I get no recreation,
My new phone gives terrible reception,
I asked my neurologist for a reexamination,
To get help, mayhap a reevaluation,
I’ve lost my concentration and reputation,
I think I’m falling into acceptance or resignation,
Huh, cursing Starmer again, hatreds return,
Caused by my writing that word, Nation,
Claiming all our problems, he will righten,
He, a barrister, a liar, I’m so easy to frighten!
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A day of Accifauxpas, Whoppsiedangleplops, errors, typographical cock-ups, failing cartilages causing a tumble, computer problems, computer cock-ups, medical cancellations, various Catheter Contraption pains, depressions, frustrations, confusion, Gladys Glaucoma vision problems, Anne Gyna stabbings,  Tiffany Toothache, and Earache Erasmus.  
So, a normal sort of day, then.

06:30hrs: Removed the catheter night pouch from the day contraption.
The cartilages were playing up the instant that I rose from the bed and started to hobble around.
I’d been dreaming, I knew that, but it was so annoying that I couldn’t remember any real details of it. Grumph!

I went onto the balcony and noticed the usual carefree parking and the mudslide in the end car park. It wasn’t raining at the time. By the time I got into the kitchen to take shots through the windows, the rain was back. It seemed heavy, but it stopped again as I was taking the second shot. This is when I had one of . I’ve not had any of these for a while, so long that I thought they had had their run. Sandra’s Seizures last longer, sometimes much longer. But this time, I felt it coming on as I shut down the Kodak Tim 2 camera. I stood gazing out the window, trying to focus on the view in hopes of avoiding distractions; an experiment of sorts —and I remained standing, checking my watch as I did so.  
I came around to find myself sitting down on the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
The usual dizziness and confusion that usually follow such things were much milder. I was holding the grip of  with both hands. It barely took me a couple of minutes before I felt ready for activity, and I was worried about what I’d done in the kitchen; had I put the stove on, left the fridge door open, left a tap/faucet running? I hobbled to the kitchen. No signs of anything dodgy having been done. Then I looked at my high-quality watch, bought from Bilwell Market for £8 (Hehe!), to find that only three minutes had passed since I started losing it. This sometimes confuses and amazes me. How, if as they tell me, I must have been in a seizure, and stood up at the time, and getting to the recliner, without the slightest knowledge of doing so?   
I can walk into things, and drop things, or fail to let things go, when I am in my usual wakeful scenario, yet as far as I recall, I’ve never taken a tumble within the grip of any of the types of seizures that I’m supposed to be liable to have.
Mr Google tells me more than the Doctor does. I forget her name now, erm… it doesn’t matter.
“A seizure” is a burst of uncontrolled electrical activity between brain cells (also called neurons or nerve cells) that causes temporary abnormalities in muscle tone or movements (stiffness, twitching or limpness), behaviours, sensations or states of awareness. This links up with my Peripheral Neuropathy, episodic ataxia, and FND symptoms (definitely). Nicodemus’s neurotransmitters are slowly dying off. I don’t think that the diabetic polyneuropathy is linked to the seizures. Diabetic polyneuropathy symptoms;

  1. Numbness and tingling: Often starting in the toes and fingers, and potentially progressing up the limbs. I’ve told the Doctor. 
  2. Pain: This can be described as burning, stabbing, or shooting pain. And electric shocks for me
  3. Loss of sensation: Difficulty feeling temperature changes or pain in affected areas. Right again!
  4. Muscle weakness: Especially in the feet and hands. Don’t I know it!
  5. Loss of balance and coordination: Due to nerve damage in the feet and legs. Oh, Yes!
  6. Changes in digestion: Constipation or diarrhoea. Alternations. Spot On!
  7. Bladder or bowel problems: Difficulty controlling urination or bowel movements. Too true! 
  8. Erectile dysfunction: Difficulties in achieving/maintaining an erection.      Mission impossible nowadays!
  9. Hypoglycemia unawareness: Not feeling the usual warning signs of low blood sugar. Correct!
  10. Orthostatic hypotension: A drop in blood pressure when standing up, causing dizziness or fainting. Spot On!
  11. Sensitivity to touch: Some individuals experience severe discomfort from even light touch, like the weight of a bedsheet. Or someone massaging or tapping them on the head. True!
  12. Foot problems: Ulcers, infections, changes in foot shape, and joint pains can develop.    Yes, I often get these!
  13. Peripheral neuropathy: Affecting the limbs, this can cause numbness, tingling, burning, sharp pains, or extreme sensitivity to touch, especially in the feet. It can also lead to muscle weakness, balance issues, foot problems like ulcers, and loss of reflexes. Balance issues, numbness, tingling, sharp pains, and sensitivity to touch? That’s me!

They’ve missed symptoms off of this list!
No mention is made of being unable to pick something up or let go of it. The shoulder jerks, loss of finger sensation & coordination, being woken up by , or the times when you just can’t use a tin-opener or knife safely if at all, fit a key into a lock, or even get a plug into the computer or the kitchen sink. Just thought I’d mention these.

Wouldn’t it be nice if Herr Starmer were to read this? Fair enough, he wouldn’t give a toss… unless I was rich enough to slip him a backhander or two.
I officially HEX the liar from today!
Should he come a cropper or snuff it, as a result of my hexing him, I may regain my Faith.
I just thought I’d mention it, in passing.
I wrote this on Friday, so please be patient.

I lost the plot again there!

Here comes the food, from Asda,
Just 3 items missing, so not a disaster,
I do like their 1½litre Brecon Spring Water,
Sticky & Smokey BBQ baby potatoes,
I ordered these accidentally,
They may taste nice, who knows?
I meant to order these beer-battered chips,
They also sell beer-battered crisps,
Makes a change from the mini potatoes.
I can’t recall wanting these on the left…
The Halal sausages match the best!
Half & half, vegan and beef & veg pasties,
I had a vegan one tonight, a delight.
Cheesey cobs, from Asda’s bakery,
Leicester cheese inside, very tasty,
Only a day’s use-by date, usually it’s three!
On Special Offer – LU cookie,
I bought a pack for Frank & Jenny,
Hope I remember to tell them Thursday!
Cleaned and reloaded my nibble jars.

I had two no-butter buttered cobs, cheesie,
Red onions, & tomatoes, red, yellow and greeny,
Ate it, dipping it in the BBQ sauce frequently.
The dish, tray & floor ended up all crumby.

Three visits today, each one a Trotsky Terry,
A lot went wrong, ending with self-acrimony,
No seemed to be answering me…
No news on the computer help from Deana or Julie.
The contents insurance letter has seen a significant increase in cost, up over £50! 

I blame our head crook, pensioner-robbing & killing, Disabled allowance cutting, NHS running-down, Family farmers bankrupting, fibbing, backhander-taking, ex-bent barrister, Labour Party Leader, who is about as much Labour as Margaret Thatcher was, Herr Kier Starmer!
I lost the plot again, didn’t I?

I was doing well on Thursday, with updating this blog, albeit late in the day.
I forgot about checking the catheter bag. Usually, I get a warning from the flowback pains when it is too full. But not today. It filled up to the maximum without me sensing it, and down the leg it slipped, with all the weight pulling on Little Inchy! Argh!
I tried to snap it before emptying it. The photo I took did not show the balloon bulge well enough.
Hey-Ho! It’s my own fault. Sometimes, not very often, a Carer will check it, but not today.

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Inchy: Wed 30 July 25 – DDDDD all day, then a late visit from High-Mood-Horis

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The lost photos from yesterday.

You can hardly see the part-moon in the sky!

For most of the day. Then, late on, visited.

Oh, dear, I’m wearing black diabetic socks & slippers.

Took a shot of the end car park, no mudslide.

Porcelain Throne visited.

Returned to the computer and noticed it had been raining. A mudslide had started in the end car park.
The rain stopped. It only lasted for ten minutes.

Into the kitchenette to refill the bladder water bottle.
No rain, but the earlier bit we had was clinging to the glass of the window.
Opened the window to take this one.

I’ve got some peas, onions, and sweetcorn in the slow cooker, ready for later.
Made a brew of Glengettie. Then cut up some potatoes to bake to add to the meal. Not a single cut finger. Got them in the oven

Blue skies and grey clouds.

The front car park on Citrus Walk.

The Food Fiasco…
I served up the nosh on a tray. Bread and the last pot of vegetarian lemon yoghourt, bread and some mini tomatoes on the tray with the seasoned stew of sorts. Casserole? Soup? I’d put some liquid smoke in the mix. But when I got down with my meal on the tray, I sat in front of the TV on the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working, tormenting Harold’s Haemorroids, recliner. Put the TV on to watch a recorded Heartbeat episode.
I got deep into the programme and was consuming the stew, or whatever it’s called.
I’d got through about half of what was in the dish, and just as I remembered, I had not put the potatoes in from the oven, I got the smell of burning up my nose.
A semi-panic mode gripped me, and I put down the food tray to rush into the kitchen… Luckily, what happened next was as I stood up…
Gave way on me, and my knee greeted the carpet and forced me into using swearwords and curses. My mind was then concentrated on getting myself up again.
Which, using 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, I hauled myself up into it…
Unfortunately, I caught the chair with the food on it and spilt the dish all over the tray.
I carefully got back on my feet, and now my concentration was on getting the tray cleaned up before the grey spilt through the holes at the end of the tray, out onto the floor.
This, I did. Using kitchen towels, I cleaned around, and then smelled the burning from the oven, and remembered why I was getting up in the first place.
I got the oven door open, expecting the worst, and the sliced roasted spuds were… well, cooked to perfection, just as I like them.
I added them to the dish on the tray… .
I caught my hand on the oven tray while taking it out.
By the time I’d cleaned that tray and ointmentated the burn. Then, I returned to the TV room with the added potatoes.
I rewound the Heartbeat episode to catch up on what I’d missed, and started eating. I’d made too many potatoes and had virtually started eating another meal. I couldn’t manage it all, but ate all of the potatoes. For some reason… , visited, and this was unexpected but great!
Even when the next calamity took place while washing the pots in the kitchen, I handled it in true High-Mode-Horis fashion, “Sod-it, Sode em all”!
Compared to the earlier responses to the mishaps, I just accepted things as being expected and anticipated. Part of my everyday life nowadays. Gawd, if only  it could be conjured up when something happens untoward and I get visits from ? I dream, of course, but in a state where anything seems possible. Can he be conjured?
lost the plot again there…
Ah, yes, the ! I dropped the dish into the water in the washing-up bowl, and a few drops splashed out onto the floor.
It set the Flood Alert Alarm off!

Ejaz did a decent job today. He did the laundry, helped me clean the oven, took the waste bags to the shoot, and mopped the kitchen. Unfortunately, he used the speed mop, which left the floor sticky.
He put the night diabetic shocks on for me.
Did a full-body check on me. Reminded me about the Fire Alarm inspection tomorrow. 

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Inchy: Tues 29 July 2025 – Deep Dank, Dark, Depression… with a reason this time, sadly

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I dived the bottom of the canal, in the forces,
In a one-person diving bell, called Bathyscaphes.
Excitement? No need for me to be abstemious,
Not my usual duties, an emergency, so it was ascisimus,
A four-hour stint, easy-peasy; it turned out atrocious!
My innards rumbled… I got the shi…, well, shigellosis,
I felt sorry for those on the following watch,
The squaddie taking over from me, a lad from Norwich…
Said the smell was horrendous and hellacious!
The inside of my briefs turned brunneous,
My vomiting reflex triggered, with a blech,
It’s not as if the inside was capacious,
Tiny, in fact, I couldn’t reach down to my gaters,
My first dive, my passing was the stinkiness,
But I did the whole stint because I was conscientious,
The Norwich lad, Private Nobby Valance…
Said after his shift, that I was cretinous!
He came at me… he was tense and vexatious,
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What a great start to the day…
was with me for the entire morning. Of course, I could hardly believe it. Deep inside my demented mind, there were sensations of an upcoming disaster, no less! My mind was right!
Following the glee of 4½hrs worth of Sod ’em all attitude, after the computer cock-up, which sent me to the deep dark, dank depths. Horrible depression.

Really bad! I felt awful and frustrated. I’m getting this tale out of the way on Wednesday, midday. Just beginning to update this blog. At long last. Yesterday, Darius was so deep-rooted for most of the day. He’s stayed with me.  Although nothing has changed, my fiddling nervously with things that scare me, and an uncertainty of getting any help, ensure that DDDDDD is present, but not so severely compared to Tuesday, yet. I’ll explain and get back to a semi-chronological Inchy Today.

Here goes: I think it must have been around 13:50hrs, I was actually pleased with how things had gone in the morning… No Smug Modes, though. My history of not coping and panicking when these things happen, being guaranteed, warned me not to get blaise.
I’d just finished getting all the Templates for August done – and without too many mistakes (as far as I know). I thought I’d made none at all at this stage. But, on checking, I found eight (a guesstimate) mistakes. But I believe sorting them out and getting them in the correct order made me feel better. For it didn’t take me too long, and all seemed corrected! Still resisting going into a Smug Mode, I moved on to CorelDRAW to start importing the morning’s photos. There were a good few, the first thing photo’d several times was the amazing rainbow… I’m losing track here, sorry.

If my waffling involves an unconscious ‘Plea for Help’, then so be it, I need it. Not coping with the constant barrage every day of something going wrong. From my leaving the hot water tap/faucet running, or the fridge door open, to the cooker on. Missing appointment. Buying food with money in its current state, I don’t need. Where was I?
Ah, yes, I was uploading the photographs to CorelDraw, it seemed to be going well…
And the screen froze.
I couldn’t close it, save my work, or access any other site or Windows. I’ll not repeat how I felt… Yes, I will… Heartbroken, frustrated, depressed, sick of the rubbish way I’m having to struggle with everyday problems and tasks. The wheelchair arrived with bolts missing, and I had to get help from the kind Red Cross volunteer man who mended it for me; his job was a safety check on the hospital bed. (Bless him)
I’d better stop here, back to the storyline. 

There I was, in desperation, not knowing what I could do about it, and I decided to ask Mr Google for recommended home repair computer firms or shops. Amazingly, they came up with ‘The Computer Man’. Do you recall him on the blog from a couple of years ago? I was in a similar plight with the computer back then, and rang ‘The Computer Man’. It turns out that they are a Nationwide association of computer engineers. Seeing ‘The Computer Man’, I assumed it was that. He told me to be patient, and an engineer would be contacting me shortly, but it may be a while, as they are very busy. Fair enough. Two years and three months later, I still await the expected email from one of his engineers. Needless to say, I didn’t ring ‘The Computer Man’. I rang a computer shop up the hill on Woodborough Road, ‘Bettabuys’, after going on their website, and I thought I’d hit gold! It said all your problems will be solved by us. We will visit, take your computer, and return it in better condition. Faster, more memory. Great!
Joanne came in and asked why I looked so uptight and gloomy. I explained, and she kindly rang the ‘Bettabuys Shop’, to ask for help. “We no longer do home visits, as only one computer engineer is working here now”. I didn’t think I could feel any worse, lower than I did; I was wrong.

So, the only option was to unplug the computer and start again, unconfidently.
Joanne returned to the flat and told me that the Warden was going to try to find some help. She told Joanne to tell me not to turn off the computer.
But I didn’t hear anything from Deana. I struggled with restarting the computer. It opened with the previously frozen window. It wouldn’t let me save or do anything earlier when it went all wrong.

On my second try, it started, as normal. I opened CorelDRAW, but it informed me that the file is unavailable! G\file history\desktop-QU471Q\path\user\music\July01
Oh, great, that educates and helps me a lot. I went into the music file, but there was nothing in there?
Sinking more spiritually now. I was tempted to throw the computer out of the balcony window, but I am not so selfish that I’d risk it landing on someone.
Carer Ejaz came, and I explained the computer happenings. Ajaz told me not to get worked up; it’s not doing your health any good, you’re trembling!
I knew that. He hoovered the carpet and asked if I wanted a cup of tea, to which I replied, “No thanks, mate.” Off he went, swapping farewells as he left.

Back to the computer and CorelDRAW. Rebooted the programme and got the same message.
file is unavailable! G\file history\desktop-QU471Q\path\user\music\July01,
This time, it informed me that an auto-backup has been found. Do you want to open it?
I clicked on ‘Yes’.
It opened another file that was a few days old. Then I spent ages searching for the file. Visiting the ‘Music’ folder in the pursuit. I found a newer file than the auto-saved one, so I crossed my fingers and opened it.
Then tried to save it with a new name. Nope, not enough room. I changed nothing but still tried again. Sod-me-droppages, it went into the Music folder or file, whichever it’s called.
When I looked again at Music and clicked to open it. I  got the file is available! But not on; G\file history\desktop-QU471Q\path\user\music\August 01.

I gave up. And got something to eat.

THE DAY OF MISERY
Which Started So Well, As Well

Spot on lighter coloured urine,

Legs looking better all around, and the Cartilages were not collapsing at all! Super
So much so that it was a little worrying.

Got the ablutions sorted, made a brew, and fingers-crossed. I got one on the computer,
Blimey, CorelDRAW was slow.

The rain fell, but only for a few minutes.

I was late getting into blogging, but I enjoyed the brew so much that I went to make another… Kodak Tim 2 was much used – we had a rainbow!
Not overly bright ot clear, but I got carried away.
What a great start today!

Made a different view or two.
Tried to get the widest shot I could manage.
Can’t be helped.
Then…
I tried a closer shot.

Reserved for the meal later on.,
Ditto.
Ditto.
Ditto.

Crinkies for the Carers & Nurses.
I think I got it wrong about a nurse calling.
Can you believe that I got something wrong?
Hehehe!

I overdid the brewing today.

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Inchy Today: Monday 28th July 2025

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Firstly…
My walks through the tree copse, daily,
I recall my visits with some accuracy,
But as more ailments and diseases came to me,
Visiting became a physical impossibility,
Due to Glaucoma-Gladys, and a new disability,
Arthur Itis, seizures and Lymphorrhoea Leslie,
Unguis incarnates, Paroxysmal Dyskinesias,
Both Cartilages & Peripheral Neuropathies,
Duodenal Donald… each one an ancillary,
New medications that work antiapoptotically,
Nurses visit me, kind and benevolently…
Warfarin Nurse, checking my DVT,
Takes blood regularly. She does this superbly,
I so miss going in the copse, I spoke to every tree!
Next Missing Ode, Grizelda & our contiguity!.
Our affair went magnificently…
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A better Morning! Great!
Up and out of the hospital bed at 05:35hrs.

Again, the nocturnal catheter pouch was
almost empty. As yesterday, once I got up and started moving about, I could feel the flow back in the bladder, and it was painful. Within a couple of minutes of taking off the night bag, the day bag began to flood. The colour was a number six grade on the NHS score chart.

I made up some cool bottles of spring water from the fridge, replaced them with others to chill, and got on with updating the blog. It went well, and I completed it and posted it to WordPress.

I pottered into the kitchen to snap a picture of the sky. Low down first.
Then higher.

My daytime catheter had still not been changed. I was on the Porcelain Throne (Constipation Conrad affair) when Ejaz arrived, and I remembered to ask him to do so. Which he did for me. Unfortunately, we had a long-tubed one and had fitted it before realising. So the lad had to search for a short-tubed one, remove the long tube, and fit the short tube in its place. Bless him.

Nice and comfortable fit, Ejaz did. The rear end wasn’t, though; that was stinging something awful. Ejaz managed to clean and medicate the insertion area. He left some of the items on the £300 second-hand shop purchase, circa 1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly-beige-coloured, much dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. But no bother, he’s had to do the catheter twice, and was running late. 

I dug into setting up the template and began working with this editor. I was making fewer errors than I had lately. And I .

I got the kitchenette mopped up.

Back on the blogging session. I was now making the regular cock-ups. Humph!

The Intercom chimed out. It was a Red Cross Technician. He’d come to check the workings of the hospital bed. I thought he was checking the wheelchair, which had a loose arm. He only does beds, he said. However, he still set out to examine the wheelchair problem for me. Six holding pins on the arm were missing. Luckily, he had some with him for repairing the bed that fitted the wheelchair arm. He mended it for me. I’m being looked after today. This chap followed Carer Ejaz in spending more time correcting things for Inchie. 🤎 

He then checked the hospital bed over. All okay!

Back to the blogging, it needed some tweaking and fixing. Tsk!

The Intercom Rang Again: It turned out to be a lovely District Nurse. She had come to check on both & refit the bothersome,
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What a fantastic Community Nurse. (It was love at first sight!) Patient, understanding, and so gentle with my genitals. She started by sorting out the things underneath the Carer’s table. But we could not find any of the painkiller tubes. She looked into the backroom… and ended up sorting it out for me! The medical stuff, I mean. She thought she might have a tube in her car. The nurse asked me for the door fob, then went down and returned with a tube of gel. How kind was that? Very! The first job was the big one, the removal of the current contraption. She worked carefully; there was no rushing, unlike others. She even suggested putting it back on the other leg. Which, after inserting the new tube into Little Inchy, and with the least pain I’ve ever had in the last three years of being catheterised! Smoothly, and as I’ve said, less painfully.

She then inspected my rear-end. She was concerned and asked me if she could take a photo of it. I agreed, and she took a snap on her mobile.
They told me to wash and dry things twice a day and to apply barrier cream, well rubbed in.
The nurse showed me the photo, which startled me a smidgeon. Chrikey, it was red! 
Then informed me that Little Inchy had a new lesion at the tip. She thinks it may have been caused by not frequently moving the catheter to the other leg. It is essential to do this, as the pressure exerted by the tubing pulling on one area is likely to cause injury. The nurse had already placed the new contraption on my right leg.
What a gift, what an Angel! 🤎FsocjF

To the kitchen to get something to eat.



Back on the computer… but unfortunately, the usual 17:00 weariness & tiredness set in, without any fading down period, instantly at 15:00. And,
Leaving me no option but to close down the computer. As I got up to make a bite to eat before I fell asleep, more bother; something I have not had a lot of bother with for months now. In both knees, and
gave way, all but having me over. I thought that DDDDD coming on was due to my silly excitement at the visits of , Why the knees and Cartilage misery? I now receive complaints from the joints, and I did for the rest of the night. They never fail to hurt or threaten to give way when I partly bend or put weight on them.

Washed the pots, sagety checks and down in 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.
I sat pondering on the day’s opposing events. More good than bad, I think. Up to now. But memories of the bad I’m used to. I was in mid-ponder, as I drifted off to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep, but it didn’t last for long.

The Intercom chimed up an hour and a half later. I struggled to wake up, and the pain in my knees made it difficult to reach the intercom panel. I  knew it was Carer Ejaz, and as I lifted my hand to press the entry button, gave way, and I needed both hands on the hallway wall to prevent myself from falling. I must have pressed the wrong button in my rush, and the Intercom closed down. I waited for Ejaz to push again. But he didn’t. However, he came in the door a few minutes later, asking me why I didn’t open the door for him.
I tried mt best to explain to him, but I’m not sure he understood me. So I told him about the morning’s Red Cross volunteer and how he had helped me out. Then the story of the District Nurse was a great help, with the Catheter Contraption all done calmly, not rushing, and far less painful than it had ever been done. She also told me I must start using the diabetic socks during the day again. My not doing so will not help with the leg problems.
She also said that she’d try to get the catheter pouch nets supplied for me.
I’m not sure how much he understood, though. I was struggling to start by telling him that the Red Cross man had repaired the wheelchair arm. I had to take him to the balcony and show him the arm of the wheelchair and the missing bolts that he replaced for me. A kind man. I felt he was unhappy with me for not letting him in.
He’s a good lad, and I think he deserves praise for the things he does do, not lambasting for the things he forgets. I’d be lost without Ejaz. As I am without Carer Joe, so knowledgeable & helpful. But gone now. I phoned him up last week. He’s happy in his new job and enjoying it. He’ll try his best to call and see me when he visits his Dad.

Once again, back on the computer.

Three snaps of the kitchen sky view.

On Ejaz’s last call, bless him, he showed that he was listening to what I said earlier. He cleaned, dried, and applied barrier cream to my rear end. He also did a body check, and I appreciated it. Yes, I flipping well did!
He took a photo of the closed window in the balcony with his mobile phone and emailed it to me.

I love a brown sunset. We found the thinnest pair of Diabetic socks I had, and I left them ready to see in the morning so I don’t forget. Ejaz checked the kitchen and wet room for safety before leaving. As the nurse said, it may seem cooler not to wear the socks, but these legs prove that you will have to. When winter comes, you’ll feel happy to wear them. She was right! Kind, too!

I did some late work on the blog, and then popped into the kitchenette to catch the sunset before it disappeared. A better effort with Kodak Tim 2.
Lucky to catch this shot!

I nearlt forgot the snap of the small, but lovely meal. The brown tomatoes and the
chip-shop chips tasted just heavenly!

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Inchy Today: Sunday 27th July 2025

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Carer Ejaz photo’d me smiling,
Depression was temporarily abandoned,
Well, I’d just taken some Amoxicillin,
And as High-Mood-Horis visited…
No fighting with guilt, no wrestling!
No morals to be consulted…
Gone was my fearful worrying,
I felt my balloon was unpierced,
I’d had a poo, a shave & did my ablutioning,
I didn’t feel like grouching or bleating,
Nothing got me miffed or exacerbated!
My contentment almost nearly intumesced,
A mini-seizure was authenticated,
Depression Darius repervaded,
When I cut my finger, making sandwiches,
Ejaz took a photo of me, and we exchanged fripperies,
My  thoughts turned into gallimaufries,
I began to re-hate the oligarchies,
I got pains in my oropharynx…
Mentally fought me psychomachias,
Tomorrow, I’ll give the nurse an embrace!
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Problem with the pouch. I don’t think it’s been changed this week.

End car park.

Balcony. 
(Disabled accoutrements room).

Strange cloud formations

Tried to rush getting the blog done so I could watch the England Euro final.

Carer Elaz & I took a photo of each other in the kitchen. Showing the view.
Guess who?
Carer Ejaz.
I forgot again to ask him to refit a new Catheter pouch. Ejaz emailed the only photo from Wednesday’s Escape to the Dentist Day.
Waiting at the flats bus stop.

Got a meal made and settled to watch the Euro final.
I have to say that Spain had 60% possession of the ball. I fell asleep towards the end of the extra-time period. I woke up to see “England Win The Final”!
I changed to the ITV one+ channel, just in time to see the penalties being taken.
The Lionesess Celebrations followed.
For a while. I would have missed this, but Carer Akeyo woke me up… no, that was Carer Mizra.

The catheter tube is so painful again.
I must ask Carer Ejaz to change the stinking, hurting, grotty contraption for me.

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Inchy Today: Saturday 26th July 2025

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IMPRISONED IN HIS FLAT
Life up in the sky is kind of paradoxical,
Indoors, with natters mental and physical,
Life’s reason, now considered penitential,
Rarely accompanied by anything providential,
Less reality, but more phantasmagorical,
Sex is now an impossibility, no events postcoital,
Ailments, psychiatric and/or psychological,
Depressions, seizures are plethorical,
Cancer, catheter, can’t manually pittle,
Lymphorrhoea, mechanical-ticker, a new pustule,
Body and brain, both now paroxysmal,
Hopes and plans ending up phantasmal,
It’s not easy living as a pseudointellectual,
My face gathering, growing many a pothole,
Dreams, I once had pocketsful…
For me now, surviving is no longer pivotal,
As I hastily grow more pitiable,
Movements of body & mind prove problematical,
Now… where’s my pentobarbital?
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Bad night. Up at 06:00hrs
Nocturnal pouch removed.

Balcony shots taken.
Into the balcony to take some snaps
End car park above.
Tree Copse & Woodthorpe Park.

Brew of tea.
Started the blog update.
Snapped the calendar clock.
Changed the date. Tsk!

Photos from the kitchen window.
To the left.
Down to  Citrus Walk parking.

Carer Ejaz called. Medications taken.

Red Cross texted. A technician is coming on Monday to look at the walker and wheelchair.

Iceland delivery,not a lot.
Selection in the kitchen.
I put a mushroom in my slow cooker.
Not cheap chips – but good taste!

Washed, dried and refilled the two nibble jars.

Sunshine waning.

Down goes the sun.
Another double-take.

Those chips were lovely!

Carers Mizra, Ejaz & Akeyo today.
The day the catheter day-pouch has not been changed this week. I keep forgetting to ask them.
Patches were not checked either. They know about my memory problem and

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Inchy Today: Friday 25th July 2025

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This morning, I created an Ocado quasi-order,
Spent a few moments execrating Herr Starmer,
Lambasting, cursing, and trying some hexing,
That didn’t work; no news on TV of his dying,
So back to heartfelt detesting & loathing,
He’s so cantankerous, malicious and spiteful,
Hostile, averse, inimical, confoundable,
Not Prime Minister material, but he’s barristerial,
A trained liar, thus he can easily fiddle & embezzle,
Now my hex has failed, should I try alchemical?
I watched Parliament on TV. It looked adumbral,
I got a sense of phoney-baloney, agathokakological,
HMG members scowled across; matters balneal?
Some members grimaced, as if they had sat on a carbuncle,
Some, obviously bored, maybe missing their Zinfandel.
Occasionally, one stood up, to the toilet he’d wamble,
MP returned with cigar ash on his waistcoat, all casual,
Some nodded off, while the speaker soke wibble,
Taunts were made to encourage a squabble,
They woke up some MPs to join in the verbal battle,
One of them dropped his soother & rattle,
Overshouting each other, they continued to prattle…
The screamed words were largely unsubstantiable,
The shaking fists and sneers were not all discernible,
The odd one, Reform UK, I think, was not very subtle
But there are only four of them, so inappreciable,
Kemi’s failed party didn’t say a lot, understandably
After all, their total MPs are only 120, sadly!
Labour MPs outnumber them all, more sadly,
Jeremy Corbyn is setting up a new political party…
with Zarah Sultana, Left Wing, gladly…
Herr Starmer, Labour? He’s more Tory than any Tory!
Who can beat him? Electionally?
Many a voter would like to beat him physically,
For his lies, two-facedness and con-artistry,
On that list, to be fair, you can add me!
I’d love to grab him epiglottally,
For his back-hander taking, initially,
Stealing pensioners’ fuel allowance, that hurt Inchie,
Many decisions he’s taken, enacted, immorally,
Digressing, mind-changing, to save financially…
Not for the voters! But his term as PM of HMG,
On his mission to make his self more money,
More glory, more power, go down in history…
The erk who beat the Tories by becoming a Tory,
Labour’s Core Values? He shows such antipathy,
Remaining in power, claiming political diablerie,
Renationalise railways? Cut the cost of electricity?
He does not have the capacity for honesty,
From his Barrister days, you see?
Getting murderers off virtually scot-free,
He avoids the truth, purposefully…
When there’s a chance of profitability…
For himself, do you agree?
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Four visits to the
Produced only wind.
A lot of it, mind you.
I spelt Haemorrhoids wrong.

Early balcony shots through the glass.

Then the same with the kitchen.

End carpark chevron parkers
stii chevron parking. No rain again,
so no mudslide. Poor birds & squirrels
kept coming for a drink and bath,
but couldn’t get either.

Sherwood Vale.

Citrus Walk in front of the prison.
No, no, block of flats!

Flushing problem on the
third visit.
Gave it the best clean that I could manage.
Amazing how the stains hide. Hahaha!

Back to CorelDRAW.

Afternoon cuppa.

I obviously took this shot in error.
Possible as I was putting in or taking
out the SD card.

Community Nurse Rebecca called to tend to Lymphorrhoea Leslie’s leg wounds.
The original leak (on the left) had gone down well. But, Rebecca found a new one coming, and medicated it for me as well. (on the right). She said when the sin goes like mine, all leathery, cold men more are on the way. She will call next week to check on how they are. Bless her.

Sky Photos In, (I hope) in chronological order.
A smidge eerie so early in the afternoon.

Amazed at the new cloud types.
I Took two, thanks to not getting the messages to the brain that I want to let go of the ‘shoot’ button from the dying off and or, more likely, the brain not responding in a timely fashion; thanks to the attentions of what was Diabetic Dementia, then Cognitive Dementia, changed to Vascular Dementia, and now is  .
This often buggers-up my plans. It’s doing it more often now, either not letting go of something or letting go of something. Unfortunately, when I’m taking photos and this happens, I frequently fill the SD card to capacity. Then, the problem is often low memory on the computer, and you have to delete them one at a time… This causes me to have to use CCleaner repeatedly, as it consumes a significant amount of memory when deleting large files. But the worst thing this costs me is time. I don’t have much time left anyway, but I want to spend it on my beloved blogging, which is so frustrating!
Then, means I forget where I was, what I’d just done, why, and what was going to do in the first place. He’s also a bit of a git every time I write an Ode. I often start typing a word, and just go blank as I’m about to type it. That might be connected to my thinking of a word to use as a follow-up? Or not.
I’ll have to ask Mr Google for a word to describe it. My guess is: Word Blindness, Memory Lapse, or maybe Inchies Syndrome?

Sky Photos taken late on.
Beautiful!
And zoomed in a bit.

Cooking Time…

Result? Not too bad.
I may have overrated this one.
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Inchy Today: Thursday 24th July 2025

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I travelled to see the Himalayan wise man, so I ascended,
Hoping for wisdom and understanding to be gained,
At the top, I was mentally and physically drained,
A crackly voice suddenly, clearly clarioned,
In the rockery, a curtain of ether opened,
Was this Himavat, who’d suddenly appeared?
Through a mass of sparks, Satan appeared!
This can’t be really happening, I eluded…
Himavat’s forefinger pointed; Satan disappeared,
What is this I’ve augured, envisaged?
Have I just seen a Motherlode encashed?
I was fixated, yet flabbergasted,
My knowledge was not furthered,
But my mind was flooded,
Fear began to take seed,
As my belief tapered,
My sanity teetered,
The dream was completed!
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Yesterday’s escape from the flat, and I remembered to wear my hat, take the keys, bus pass, bank card, and sunglasses. But I forgot to take the SD card, camera, PIN number, and mobile phone.

I saw things unseen for a year or more… people (apart from nurses, neurosurgeons, ambulance staff, Carers, chiropodists, dentists, Doctors, and, sadly, my bank manager), buses, and the insides of a shop. A reet-treat for me! Carer Ejaz looked after me and my needs well. Thanks, Ejaz.
I’m going to upset the Bank Manager, who has ‘invited’ me to make an appointment with him. I don’t know the cost of Carer Ejaz escorting me to the Sherwood dentist and back yet. But we didn’t have time to do the laundry, clean and mop the wet room and kitchen, let alone address the banking problems. Still, I’m not bothered as I write this. Because;
I’m in a precious but dangerous High-Mode-Horis.
How can I get the laundry done before I run out of clothes, complete the mopping and cleaning, and arrange to see the bank manager, who insists that I take a Carer with me? Thus, the ‘They don’t care, so I won’t. A Sod em all attitude!
Eventually, something’s going to happen that is beyond repairing or too late to correct!
And I’m not bothered! (At the moment, of course) But the moment that returns, and he’s guaranteed to. Panics, fears, worries, and self-lambastings take over. But, not at this moment. Thanks to
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Pictures with the odd comment are all I could manage. Cheers each, and all the bestest!


Decent colour again.

I got the disabled selection moved into the balcony. Now people can get through the door again.

Moods ended up DDDDD dominated!

No rain, no mud slide!

The window cleaner arrived early as I requested yesterday. Soon got the balcony done.

I went onto the balcony, and I can sit and ponder in the four-wheeled walker if I want to.

Took a snap catching the balconies and parked vehicles on Citrus Way.

It went darker much earlier today. It’s not 15:00hrs yet. A sure sign that summer is coming to an end… Sob! Sulk!

Time verification.

Mystery Photo Challenge
What do you think this is?

Oh, ‘eck!

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Darius got a bit persistent in the afternoon,
Giving Horis no chance of a comeback.

A delightful meal of no-butter-buttered cheesey bread rolls, pickled mushrooms, Polish smoked sausage, and brown/green & red a bit, tomatoes. A pot of vegan lemon dessert followed, and then I got a mini ice-cream fruit sucker from the freezer.
I enjoyed every morsel of it. Hehe!

Doing the washing up, I took two quick snaps of the sunset.
I didn’t intend to take two; taking two was decided by Colin Cramps visiting the fingers. Tsk! It must have taken me a minute or more to let go of the camera. Friday, I found eight unintended snaps of bits of the floor in the kitchen. Haha!

I was still a little weary from yesterday’s enjoyable walkabout. I didn’t make it into the bed again, nodding off in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner.
To the longest sleep I’ve had for yonks! Get ready for this… Seven-Hours! With only about four jumping-waking-ups, courtesy of . I needed that, but I still hoped for another good one tomorrow night as well. I’m not saying I was in a yipedee-do-dar mood when I woke up, but it was close to that.

Time is precious – but sleep is too!