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High & Lowlights…
The Ablutioning sessions, of which there were many, were all unpleasant affairs, with 
being in full control throughout.
The telephone and Panic-Alarm were still not working. could not find my mobile phone anywhere. I did eventually find him, hidden within the depths of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner. Amazingly, I seemed to have wrapped it up in a blue plastic bag & tied it up in the way I would for the waste bin bags? Don’t ask; I cannot remember doing this at all, apparently, I did it in my nocturnal slumber?
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, had finally been told that the phone and alarm were not working, and she responded by coming to see me, to explain. She had not been informed until 
told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, 
from 
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Apparently, the letters sent out, told us that we had until December whatever to sort out the fibre change; in fact, it was November, not December, in error. Not bad for 
, those who pay their CO, $62m million-plus salary with guaranteed bonus in shares, and an open-ended expense account. Worryingly, they own or have money invested in every single internet supplier in the UK. Virgin, BT, Vodaphone, EE, Three, Talk-Talk, and dozens of others in Europe! They are all going ‘fibre’. I wonder if they all left people at risk without the safety of their landlines and emergency alarms?
I’ve written before about the failing of . 
Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit! Â Truly Oligarchal!
Anyway, thanks to Deana’s intervention and help, each abandoned and let down by , will receive an adaptor, which will be posted to us. I have got to ask the carer on the day to inform Deana, and she will arrange for it to be fitted for each client. Well, that’s saved s 
from sending people out to fit them, hasn’t it? Further proof of my suspicion of the smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, and hocus-pocusing, that is a daily part of their activities. I’m glad I got that off of my chest… just waiting for the incoming Lawyers (Bet that they have shares in them, too) letter, summons for slander, or whatever it is called
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Onward…
Got up at 04:00hrs. I took a photo of the nocturnal catheter pouch and busied away cleaning and sorting
Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!
During the ‘Couldn’t get a connection with 
for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth.
Surely they had not cut off the internet as well! Argh!
Turned off the computer, and I tried again, but no luck.
Reset the router. But no luck!
Took the router plug out of the socket. Waited half a minute, and back in and turned on the power. Surely this time, I thought. But no luck!
While I was pondering on what else I could try…
Norton came on, telling me I was connected to an unsafe connection? I did a Norton Virus Check. Then goon with the blogging at long last…
Within a minute, the connection was lost again!
I tried resetting the router again.
Minutes later, it was back on.
Had to go through another Norton Check.
But this time, the stayed on. Well, for an hour or so.
It went down several times again later, but I didn’t have to resort to all that bother these times. But of course, I am developing a hatred of Norton now; it comes up each time I reconnect… Ah, I wonder if they have investments in Norton too?
Scumballs!.
A couple of photographs here that confused me.
Why did I take this one?
And what was this one of?
Got the waste bags sorted.
Then the Asda order arrived.
The man put them in the provided Iceland bags.
Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings!
Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time?
Bottom freezer draw.
Middle freezer draw.
I didn’t photo the top draw, cause I
couldn’t open it. Too full! Hehe!
Top food cupboard.
Bottom food cupboard.
I’ll not starve then! Mind you, I might bleed to death, die from another stroke to heart attack; thanks very much to cocking things up again and leaving me without a lifeline. Humph!
Teatime views.
An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!
Curried beans, tomato passata, with
I got a mite carried away with the seasoning?
However, Taste-Rating: 8.6/10.
TTFN
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s I have, happen in the wet room. Showering or shaving. Tsk! Whimp!
who put the 
on for me; I thought he had done an excellent job. But the left one came undone, and I all but took a tumble, treading onto the flapping bit with the Teflon. Bloody good job, I didn’t cause I’d be stuck on the floor waiting until the next carer’s call! Phew! Bit of luck there!
made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, sh
. I should have read the signs of foreboding, really, with all my experience of cock-ups and 
. As I raised my gargantuan bellied mass up onto my poorly damaged legs, the Nocturnal Nibbling signs, 
have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
A short but painful
began.
against the metal chair wheel.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
and take this shot of the end car park for your perusal. No rain today, as is shown by the lack of the mudslide.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
leaving the hot water tap running to go cold as I did so. I cursed myself a few times and almost spat in disgust at my regular occurring tap-leaving on! 
I can recall them all. 
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carping on at me, it was another frustrating, barely tolerable day at moments. With misappropriate, miscomprehending mental mind meanderings, making anything simple seemed to be a mountain to tackle! Messy!
, and the cycle of freeing myself from his grip begins again. I seem to do this in auto mode; the short-term memory can have greatly opposite benefits,
turn into a 
, then the tormenting bafflements sink in. 
, if possible. So I don’t miss anything off the notes that may need mentioning. Later on today, I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery. I couldn’t hear who it was, but some medico would call on me in the morning on the 4th of December. (Mobile or in person?) 
took over when I realised that, yet again, I got the order from Asda all wrong. I’d have bet money on double-checking and finding it right, but no! I intended and thought I’d ordered it for next Thursday. It came this morning! Can I get any help with this problem? Of course not. One becomes aware of The mind’s fallibilities whenever Doreen Dementia… No, I forgot, nowadays it is, of course, it’s 
failing, typing and sensing with the finger ends, which causes some complicated issues with the computer at times. However, at this moment, my brain seems concentrated on what I’m doing? These odd moments of semi-clarity never last for long; they never do. Sadly.
is constantly with me. Day and sometimes wakes me up at night to have a go at me for my failings, past guilts, wrong decisions, etc.
Don’t recall why I took two of these?
But I took them, so I put them on.
Morning view.
Rotten photo of the rotten-tasting mug of tea.
Selected small Anya potatoes in the crock pot.
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the 
Self-medicationings attended to.
I did it again. Ordered Asda for the wrong day!
The fridge and freezer were well stocked. Tsk!
Crafty!
Lightening up now.
Blogging away…
arrived. Bringing some prescription medications and a bag from the District Nurse’s clinic.
Just after sunset.
