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The new computer, which was purchased 3 weeks ago, has never worked properly. Two visits. One installation. I asked for a techie visit, & 6 weeks and five texts later, he arrived. And still things are hit & miss with the, what was estimated to cost me £350, but came in at £850 plus installation. VAT prepaid. Since then, eight texts have been begging and asking the techie to return. For weeks now. This could be because on his belated follow-up, I was having trouble with the Catheter, and the pain was warping my mind like never before – or more likely, as I realised belatedly, I had not paid him for this visit. Sorry, mate. Cash is waiting for you if you can help me with the main problem you identified so long ago during your last unpaid-for visitation. (Sorry about that. This new computer is like Mozart’s “12 Variations on ‘Ah, vous dirai-je, maman’”: Better known today as the melody for “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”, meanwhile, the computer continues to run riot with what it can and cannot do in the system. A few times, to my delight, both hard drives were accessible. Overjoyed, I started moving and/or using them… Fool!
Until CorelDraw froze on me when loading, before the loading had finished. I could do nothing, couldn’t access any other programmes at all, couldn’t even close CorelDraw or the computer, and lost all the work I’d done, again! No choice, I had to unplug everything to close down and reboot (this almost-brand-new) computer. Wanting to cry now. Gave it a few minutes, repowered and booted it up. Opened CorelDraw.
It would have been easier to have stripped naked, gone on the balcony, done a Tarzan yodel and attracted a hundred elderly ladies to form a queue, begging me for rampant sex. For this dream, this dream to come true twice daily, and win the lottery, that I don’t even do!
CorelDraw started to load, and the busy circle turned as usual. Thinking I ought to give it longer to load, I went to the wetroom to evacuate, leaving the program running. You never know, I thought. (I do now, no!) The evacuating Trotsky Terence content, cme and came. I can’t believe that my innards could have held so much, and boy, it was so watery and stinky!
I imagine the evacuation and cleaning everything up must have taken me 40 minutes. Especially with my dropping the mop and it knocking stuff off the floor cabinet: aftershave, fresh-air sprays, toilet rolls, and kitchen towels, to mention a few. Of course, most of the towels and tissues got wet and were thrown away.
When I got back to the computer, the CorelDraw working 
circle was still spinning, but there were no increases in procedure advancement showing. So, I had to go through the whole procedure again, this time using the Win ‘Reload’ feature. Although I dare not try opening CorelDraw again, I had a brainwave fighting its way 
through the fog, frustration and futility. As I got this window come up, I’ve had it before, as with all the other graphics & photos being reused today. Cause there is 
no way I can get them on it without CorelDraw. But the computer was now giving me access to the ‘‘ForWP’’ files! I resisted getting excited; I knew it would not last long from the short history of this new computer.
And I made a good snippet of it and saved it in another file in the ‘‘ForWP’’ folder.
Tomorrow you will hear of an even more depressing history of this “One Stop Computer Shop” bought computers, wails, woes, worries & disappointments.
I got it in at the top of this blog… but things didn’t last. After all, it’s Inchie we are talking about!
The magical new “One Stop Computer Shop” purchased a computer, but it lost all connections again. At least this time, it held on until I’d actually got a graphic online!
The week’s BP record. A much better week! I tested other programmes. I was refused or challenged a few times. But bear in mind that it was made by Oligarchs in search of global financial domination. Virgin Media, which is owned by Liberty Global, paid Richard Branson (I think, $24b for Virgin Media) and ruined a great service. British Gas, Dell, Pix-Cel. Not forgetting the other Liberty Global-owned or invested in communication companies. Here are a few telecommunications, broadband, and media companies that I know of from the web:
Virgin Media O2 (UK): A 50/50 joint venture with Telefónica, offering broadband, mobile (including O2, giffgaff, and Tesco Mobile), and B2B services.
VodafoneZiggo (Netherlands): A 50/50 joint venture with Vodafone that provides mobile, broadband, and TV.
Telenet (Belgium): A consolidated subsidiary providing fixed broadband, pay-TV, and mobile communications via brands like BASE and Play Media.
Virgin Media (Ireland): A fully owned Liberty Global subsidiary providing broadband, mobile, and television services, as well as Virgin Media Television.
UPC (Slovakia): A wholly-owned telecommunications provider operating under the Liberty Global brand.
Significant strategic stakes in ITV, Lionsgate, CANAL+, Vodophone UK, Polska, and Univision.,
Significant strategic stakes in ITV, Lionsgate, CANAL+ Polska, and Univision. acquiring Dutch cable company Ziggo for €10 billion in January 2014. The acquisition was completed in November 2014, when the services of UPC Nederland merged into the new business. Liberty Global and Discovery Communications became joint owners of All3Media in a £500 million joint deal. Liberty invested £7.5 million in global broadband cable network Technetix. Virgin Media released its Netflix, which enabled the set-top V6 box. Own O2 · giffgaff · Tesco Mobile (50% ownership).
Oligarchs Supreme! (Spit!)
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I believe I exist in ademimonde, a Netherworld,
Dually with Earth’s hellish cankered demiworld,
I skip twixt the two; Earth, deliquesced,
And my own world, Peaceville, a nether region,
But, how do I travel between them?
I imagine it may be by my dreaming…
A move, one can float without feeling,
Not necessarily wanting or needing,
Altering a state of mind: mood-changing,
It can be flummoxing, mystifying, & puzzling,
Often meliorating, improving, bettering,
But with my fears and worries remaining,
When it comes to skedaddling,
From reality or back, without the willard,
In Freedomland, I sense I was wiretapped,
Occasionally, my tail sort of wagged,
Worries, fears, faded, I rarely wherrited,
My hands & face seemed far less wrinkled,
Yes, it’s a lonely place, as it is in the world,
In which I peristently seff-lambasted,
In Netherworld, I do not fall, waver or totter,
There is a hidden room to meet a visitor,
I often went there and witwantoned,
Getting pleasure, I often wantonised,
Why last November, I womanised!
How do I drift into my Netherworld?
A question many times I’ve unoppugned,
It just happens when least expected,
No idea why, but it’s not complicated,
Mayhap, it could be when I’m seisured?
Like a long dream that ended in a second?
Sometimes, I hear my actions being narrated,
And there’s the cellar,
where I meet Grizelda,
More, I’ll not tell ya,
Are they imaginary, chimeric or illusory?
Phantasmaly: unreal, ghostly?
Visionary, hallucinatory or silly?
Returns to reality, bring on poignancy,
Crumbly memories return visually,
After returning to reality’s peccancy,
Mayhap it’s my version of pareschatology?
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AN Ode GRAPHIC I MADE LONG AGO
Maybe when troubled by an Oligarch?
A dream, maybe I had too much Armagnac,
But let’s look on the bright side, not the black,
I have a new pain at the top of my back,
So, I do not need any antiaphrodisiac,
Must get in touch with Jenny, my matriarch,
Right knee giving way again, pains in my stomach,
More ailments, I’ll turn into a Morphinomaniac,
Ah, well, I’ll make a mug of stroupach…
If the leg gets me to the kitchen & back!
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I fear tomorrow, another visit to the QMC,
To get help physically & mentally,
Enough of this silly pareschatology…
and my falling into pathetic poignancy,
Yes, my Odes are not real poetry,
They’re calls for help, sadly…
Sod it, I burnt a finger & chips badly.
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Over Monday night, sleep, deferably through mental exhaustion more than physical exhaustion. The jumping awakenings, each one brought on, I think, by my shaking shoulder, were far less often. Despite worries that turned out to be fruitless about my mobility, affected by the right leg and knee, I had my last jump awake, noticing it was about 05:00hrs, and had two blissful hours with Sweet Morpheus.
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I can’t recall seeing one of these at all,
I did try it, I had a ball!
Another one that I never knew!
Oh, a two-seater, too!
This new Iris eTrike, in its 250W EAPC (Electrically Assisted Pedal Cycle) version, is legally considered a bicycle in the UK and can be ridden by those 14 years old and above on roads and cycle paths wherever bicycles are permitted. It does not require registration, tax, insurance, or a driving license. The rider is not required to wear a helmet. I hope it doesn’t catch on like eScooters, apparently, since their introduction in 2019 to July 2025, there’s been 69 (including 25 children, & 18 pensioners) reported deaths involving escooters. 
No Blogging Achieved! No time, no successes, nothing went right this afternoon. It would have been a difficult task, with all the extra jobs that needed to be done, or as today, not done. With failures, 
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infested, making my blood boil,
Waking up time, Humph!
I very nearly made the bed!
Taken from the computer chair
Terrible kitchen view shot
Car park in the drizzle
Two khagules to hand wash
Hung them to dry in the wet room
Much bleeding gums
Memory pad & mug of tea
The rain stopped
Whoops, started again!
Carer Ejaz arrived. If I’d known what
I had a few mini-seizures while making it. I’d put a potato in the slow-cooker about nine hours earlier and forgot about it. A can of beef stew, garden peas, chick peas, Gung Po sauce, mushroom ketchup, pickled gherkins & beetroot were added, and finally, the potato was cut up. Then everything was mixed together. Microwaved it for six minutes. No mess in the kitchen in the morning!
Another messy, spirit-sapping, farcical day.
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Much improved on yesterday.
First chicken view.
Health Checks Done
Done. Only got as far as sitting on the Porcelain Throne, nothing evacuated again!
Hope something moves soon!
Got the cheesy rolls out of the refrigerator.
Second kitchen photo.
Checked the fridge, the
Third kitchen window shot.
Another brew made,
Two more bottles of water were made up.
Nice!
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I’m miles behind again; at this moment, it’s 16:55hrs tomorrow (Friday)! Just got this far with the blog!
Anne Gyna woke me up at 05
Erm…
Afternoon Clouds Delight
Well, things indeed became more concentrated after I made the meal: A baguette cut into three, no-butter butter, many slices of salted green tomatoes lashed into them. A Silesian sausage and crisps. 
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05:20hrs: I shot out of bed and leapt over the second-hand shop bought nine years ago for £300, c1966, discomfiting, alarmingly beige-coloured, crumb-containing, TV remote hiding, not working recliner. Doing a backward summersault, landing face down, and after doing a few hundred press-ups… 
I inched my legs off of the bed. The catheter contraption straps were painful this morning. I detached the nocturnal catheter bag and rose rather too quickly to get the 
initially. But I got sidetracked when I saw the amazingly clear sky. I got Kodak Tim Two and took this snap of the clouds. 
Then, I took another wider shot. The Sun was already beginning to come through from behind and causing a mist on the horison.
mess before applying the barrier cream. I cleaned the few teeth I had left and used the mouthwash. I then realised I had not put in the hearing aids. So, I went to fetch and fit them to see if anyone should call early. With the hearing aids in, I heard a strange noise from the kitchen—a tinkling sound.
Yee Gods! The fourth time in three days! Grrr!
worse, so no complaints.
ed my armpits, underneath my man breasts and groin, paying careful attention to SOSTH (Spanish Onion 
Sized Testicle Henry). Below my bulging belly, my still bleeding rear-end sternum. Germolened both ankle ulcers. Then, I got new straps onto the catheter contraption. Barrier 
creamed them before fitting. Then I tackled 
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I’m using the new-to-me Terbinafine hydrochloride cream. I’m also applying the new dropper before the much-feared pain of rubbing it in 
I can assure you that it was thrown in the waste bin! I’ll never use that again! I shall stick with Betamethasone in the future, even if I have to 
buy it
Protection Pants on was the usual farce. Do they make anything similar to the ones on the right here? It’s suitable that I should put him on the right. Because he’s the most Tory-like Labour Prime Minister ever! Hahaha!
As I noticed the Prison alarm was flashing last night, I didn’t expect to see it again this morning. 
The lad listened. He then sorted out my NHS breakfast.
Carer Ejaz made the next call. Socks taken off. Medications were issued. We had a little natter, and he was in a rush but asked if he could take my photo with my sunglasses on. Well, ever the budding model, I agreed. A handsome-looking brute! Hahaha!
I showed my prepared-earlier nosh in the microwave pot. Ejaz took a photo of that as well! He shot off after that.
Amazing Night Glow!
Then, a closer shot.
The Morrisons bread rolls were tasteless and tough.
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04:40hrs: I woke up coughing. But, after an amazingly long 
sleep of close to six hours! I removed the worryingly dark-coloured nocturnal catheter pouch attached to the day bag. I think it is a 7 on the NHS scale.
I emptied the laundry bag that Carer Promise brought back for me last night. The things were hung, and some were put on the towel warmer to dry off a little longer. All four socks had been returned this time.
I ventured into the kitchenette to take some morning shots of the dark sky on view. The lower first one came out reasonably well for once.
The second, higher in the sky, should have shown three tiny planets. Which were obviously there to my eyes but didn’t make it onto the photo. Tsk!
I made a brew of Co-op 99 tea, took it to the computer and reset my ultra-modern c1970 clock/calendar. An oddly coloured hue to this one?
had started off. Really, short ones, but far too many for me to concentrate on the job at hand.
Carer Richard made the first call.
done.
Oh, some mail had arrived.
I went to get the meal cooked
What an enormous feast! Natural pickled beetroot, pickled mushrooms, Sopoka bacon, a pickled egg, red onions, fresh garden peas 
and some Parmentier Potatoes with herbs & garlic butter. After taking this photo, I added some Dutch tomatoes. Got 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 tray under my chin so as not to spill or drop morsels on my vast belly. The result in the morning of this wonderful feast was the return with a vengeance of 
, like never before! Tsk! 
won the battle.
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someone be so tired and worn out and ‘not’ sleep? I can; that was the second sleepless night. I tried on the hospital bed, then moved into the second-hand, 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. But with 
and 
I went back to the kitchen and took snaps of the morning view. It was raining still. I first took a poor-quality shot of what I mistakenly called Venus 
yesterday. Tim Price informed me it was Jupiter. Then a straight-ahead view of the lights from the streets of Sherwood.
mini-bouts while Richard was here.
Also, the catheter strap scars, 
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, My mandarin-sized testicle, 
condition, 
and the welts and pressure spots on my flabby stomach. I think I masked my true feelings, okay. The nurse told me I was wearing the day pouch too low.
the prescriptions to the flats! I looked on Google Maps and got this picture of the shop. Obviously, I misheard Matron; it was Jayplex Chemist, not Jaypoen. It is much nearer than the Carrington shop on Mansfield Road in Woodthorpe.
I am just too tired and will try to finish it in the morning.
. I’m very good at them, you know. 
Hang on, with the cock-up, I think I took the Jupiter shot in the morning. Yes, I must have cause this is the other snap I took tonight. I’ve got in such a mess; I already put the 
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Regretfully, the computer did not let me save many pictures today. I have not recorded my thoughts here to avoid being prosecuted for blogging them, as they were unacceptable for publication. 
shock up my right leg. I was waking up so often so often. I gave up on the silly thought and expectation of getting any sleep and got up around 04:00hrs. The first thing I noticed as the brain fog cleared was the scary colour of the urine in the catheter bag as I removed it from the day pouch. I took a cracking snap of it, and it came out the exact same colour & hue as my eyes saw it. That might get me some sympathy, I thought. But, no!
After Richard had left, the need for the Porcelain Throne arose, and I hastened to the wet room. I sat down in time today, avoiding a third day of embarrassment by not making it in time! Trotsky Terence ruled again, as I knew he would by the rumbling and almost squelching from the innards.
I was getting increasingly frustrated with the computer and went to the kitchen to do the safety checks. During last night’s cooking, I discovered 
that I’d left the slow cooker turned on for about 18 hours without realising because there was nothing in it. Well, there are now
rigmarole was completed for the third time today, it let me save photos of it its own choice but not others. I’m fed up! Here they are. I snapped these first thing this morning. But didn’t do such an excellent job of them as 
I’d hoped to this time. 
The photo I’d taken of the returned slipper was saved and used. Oh, I’d better check that they haven’t fallen off the towel trickle heater. They’ve
all dried now, last night’s pee’d on tartan-coloured slipper I put in the laundry bag.
Not the foggiest what they were about.
I’m getting to the point of no return, I think.
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Written (started) at 16:15hrs: A terrible night’s sleep again. The computer, bank, medical needs, the camera, TV & remote, a tumble later this morning, Mind-Mangling-Malcolm, Memory-Mashing-May, Glaucoma Gladys, Catheter Cathy’s Pain-giving Contraption, Loss-Balance-Belinda, Back-Pain-Brenda, Mini-Seizures, Earache Erasmus, and Toothache Tiffany are just too much to cope with. That’s not counting the computer problems with Word, Excel, CorelDraw & Trotsky Terence. As I was typing this, the browser started doing I don’t know what, but it took a good half-an-hour before I could use it again, then I had to turn everything off and back on again. which I’d done twice earlier, already having to use Ccleaner twice to get some photos to go… I’m fed up!
I woke for the umpteenth time, and I saw it was 06:00hrs. Just as the innards warbled at me, and that automatic butt-clenching you do when you know if you don’t get to the WC on time, you’re going to mess yourself! I had no doubt this was the case. I fumbled out of the bed, stubbing my toe, grabbed Four-Pronged Willy, the walking stick, and limped hastily to the wet room.
Then I did medicationings. Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmentating pain was on a par with my getting the Protection Pants on. The head was not too painful at all. Finally, the wet room was cleaned and sorted!
Carer Kimberly came next. S
tonight. She took a photo of the head before it started bleeding again and put a plaster on it. I’ve been looked after today. I didn’t mention the poo-poo. Whoopsie.
more snaps that it wouldn’t let me earlier in the day.
This was when I refilled the nibble box on the Nurse’s and Carers’ table.
A slightly later shot of the local houses, most of which I noticed today, was leaving via Mansfield Road in their cars. Can’t blame them after four people were shot from a 
vehicle on Winchester Street. Which is about 300 yards from the houses and the flats I live in. The one on the left is a mystery one. No idea why I took it at all.
This is a later shot of the houses I took with the old Kodak camera. I also used it to take the saucepan above left. You can tell by the different-sized pictures.
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I took this just before the total darkness fell. I wonder if these are part of the Northern Light colours? I must search Google later.
I got the meal as planned, made it, and served it.
I washed the dishes and took another shot from the kitchen window, this time of a different but gorgeous view. Seconds later, the whole sky went dark.