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I gave up trying to sleep at 05:05hrs and shuffled to the edge of the c1966, £300 pound, second-hand charity-shop bought, crumb-containing, odour-retaining, Harold’s Haemorrhoid-testing, nauseatingly beige coloured, non-working, virus-breeding recliner, to reach down to remove the detach
. But it wasn’t there! I was so tired last night, I thought it had been put on…
This left me with a heavily full urine day bag that dropped with some alacrity the moment I’d grabbed 
. This caused a certain amount of pull on poor Little 
, via the inserted catheter tube that tried to do a runner. Obviously, a man of my calibre winced-not at the agony. I can endure and tolerate such minor mishaps with ease. I did not flinch, swear or cry out ‘Arrgh!’ at all over the trifling matter. No forlornness or glumness from me. 
Off to sort out the day pouch in the wet room. The rumblings from within, made me adopt the use of the toilet seat with some 
haste. And there I sat, with the crossword book for ages.
Nothing other than large doses of wind were evacuated.
Hehehe!
The urine in the day bag was the darkest it’s been for a while.
To the kitchen and I took these terrible photos…
of the heavy rain.
Then onto the balcony to see how the mudslide was.
Sizeable, cause it wasn’t raining much yesterday.
Did the waste bins sorting, and made a mug of tea, 
I later regretted having one of the two allowed so early.
Carer Shaquille arrived. Checked out the new eye treatments, the 
and 
. He could read the small print, and Chris & I could not last night. I thought it was four times a day for the Spray, and two for the Gel, but it’s the other way round. He did the eyelids like a professional. Sorted out a new day pouch and fitted it, too.
Thanked him muchly and off he went on his rounds.
Got the computer on, and what a surprise.
I had a safety check around the flat when I got back, and the internet was on again. It must have been off for about only 15 minutes. Please don’t tell, the owner of Mr Fries of 
. It might upset him if he knows.
The Iceland delivery arrived.
Just after I took this later view of the oddly shaded sky.
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Carriers taking into the kitchen for me by the driver. Thanks!
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Fresh foods
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& Frozen Foods… I’d got them put away, and returning to the computer, I espied the laundry had not been unpacked and hung up. So, I unpacked it & got it hung up!
All three dressing gowns had their sleeves inside out. The shirt and belts took a lot of untangling, too.
But I got it done, and back on the computer.
ILC (Independent Living Coordinators), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress, Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana came in. Bless her cotton socks. Hearing of my failure to get some cotton pads for using the gel on the eyes, yesterday; she had found a pack at home, and had brought it for me to have! ♥
Then Domestic Assistant Denise arrived. We had… well, I had a natter while she was working. Nice gal.
Back on the computer…
Fancy that!
I titivated the laundry and started a new bag, by into a clean dressing gown. As Denise was about to leave, doing her paperwork, Carer Kara arrived for her weekly financial guidance visit. Be lost without that gal.
As I was leaning forward to take a closer look at some mail she had gathered from the letter box – How can I put it? The catheter tube seemed to twist of its own accord! A little blood was found when I inspected things in the lower regions. I went off to the wet room and got things cleaned up. No idea how it happened? And this caused me to get confused with so many visitors, and my concentration bit the dust for a while.
Kara tried to ring Age UK about two letters sent to me. It took her a long time to get through the automated system in place. When she did, she was told to ring back later on 28th August? Kara was baffled as I was at this?
Then she rang PayPal, which ware suddenly unobtainable. No joy with phoning them. But she knew the problem, they had the wrong mobile number for me. She will try to find a way to contact them for me.
What a crazy day!
I used the Deana-gifted eye pads to gel the eye.
Before
the rain returned, the sky was wonderful.
The Citrus Way car park.
I got the nosh tended to.
Photoed it when ⅔rds of the way through eating it, and Carer Chris called on me. I was just about to watch ‘Heartbeat’ as well on the goggle-box.
Although I was keenly aware that I would fall asleep at the first set of commercials, as per usual. I was well drained by then, and could not hear a lot that Chris was saying to me, as he seemed to find it hard to understand what I was saying. It was a bit surreal, really. He said he was doing the last call later. I finished the meal in between medication taking.
Put the tray on the Carers desk, and had to get up when Chris had gone, to empty the 
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As expected, I nodded fitfully off when the commercials came on. I took the plate and cutlery and put it in the sink, with baking soda, bleach and washing-up liquid, to soak and free the gunge from the oven tray.
Very early last call from Carer Chris, about 08:35hrs as I recall. The 
chime rang out and in rushed Chris. He almost forgot to put the night pouch on, but amazingly I remembered to ask him. Off like a shot the lad perused his other duties, I told him to take a treat-can or bottle with him.
Sleep was no longer an option; all this being woken up breaks the pattern methinks? Laying there waiting for 
to return… and 
!!! I suddenly feared that I had left the washing in the sink with the hot water tap running – and found that I had!
No hot water for a late-night shave! I was going to have one cause I couldn’t get to sleep!
Change of plans, then!
I took this photograph of the moody-evening sky.
Bootiful!
I clambered back down in the £300, second-hand, musty, Haemorrhoid Harold Testing, cringingly beige, crumb-covered, not-working, rickety recliner.
It must have taken hours for Sweet Morpheus to enfold me. None of the 
, which I thought would do in my sleep again, as it has for several nights now. It was so easy to nod off… but it felt like every time I did, I was jumping awake within minutes, repeatedly!
Humph!
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Waking up, I was tremendously resistant to the thought of trying the computer.
night bag, I was not concerned about anything other than ‘Will the computer work?’ After yesterday’s performance with the mystery ‘Process thingummybob’ for eleven hours, I felt it might be the end for the Bang & Olufsen. My heart was not in what I was doing, and I feared the worst. I was resisting any activity apart from removing the night bag. However, the need for the 
was getting urgent, and the bubbling and grumbling from 
ruled innards forced me into action… reluctantly. 
kicked off Summat rotten and has been a bother ever since up to now. Then, believe it or not, the 
started on me! Then I found that poor Little Inchies 
. And I had to find out if the computer worked yet – that bothered me more than anything else.
The computer started, looking good, then the risk of going onto Firefox. Dang gang, dwang,,, Dwang! I got the browser on, and nothing was opening… was it Firefox or the Internet. A quick look at the Liberty-Global Virgin box revealed that it was indeed due to the $26 million a year plus guaranteed bonus’s boss of Liberty-Global, Mr Fries, inability to send a signal to Nottingham that had caused my current dilemma.
Aha, Mr Fries, $26 million a year plus a guaranteed bonus paid, the boss of Liberty-Global – Virgin Media had got the signal working again. Well done to that number-crunching oligarch! 
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and 
have been repaired… as I mentioned yesterday… if I live long enough.
I had a blast on the computerisationing.
came in support of BPB 
… Please!
So I g
, and slipped me a couple of Paracetamols
High, but on her way down…
The last fullish blest of her heat…
All but hidden now. Gorgeous!
A last quick peek
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arose. So, I meandered to the wet room
, as it was filling up a bit urgently.
With it being such a small day bag, the smallest ever used; I was concerned that if I failed to check it, an 
could well happen, and the overfilled bag may burst?
I am!
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now. The bag was really heavy and stretched.
I took this picture and then carried on doing yesterday’s blog.
I took this photo.
arrived. Gave me the evening medications, and we had a little natter and laugh.
I thought I heard knocking on the door and found on the floor underneath the letterbox some Ibuprofen and Paracetamol.
Arrived, theoretically, to attach the 
… But she discovered that we had no night pouches that we could use!!! 
Evening night shot from the kitchen window.
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As I was getting the Health Checks done and making the graph… and I am sure that this would amaze and stun you… But the internet went down!
Difficult to apprehend, I know. A man earning now, $26.8 million a year, plus bonus and shares, who buys Virgin Media from Mr Branson for so many billion. 24 billion, I think it was
I thought the wee-weeing was bad now, but little did I know what was waiting for me overnight!
Slept and woke for an hour, with no interest, and a totally confused brain caused me much misery. 
Noisy neighbour H
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to stop. I gave up any silly ideas of getting back to sleep, knowing full well that I would be jerked back into reality within a few minutes.
I got the computer on, then went to make a brew of tea.
or 
were making it hard for me to see. Made the brew, got the mug of tea made safely, and returned to the computer carefully with it. 
I gave myself a stubbing on the right big toe against the Ottoman corner of the Ottoman on my way back. Spilt some tea that found its way somehow on the clean jumper I’d put on, my left knee and the right foot sock, and the carpet! 
There was no swearing or cursing.
Then I got a call from the DVT Clinic changing the Warfarin doses…
Just to cheer me up, the rain started again!
These ones must have been a foot long!
Vicious!
The battle with Glenda left me with a bruised toe and finger. Humph!
I found that I
Got the teggies cleaned. Then the shaving was done. But at a cost! Thanks entirely to the Neurotmesis, Axonotmesis, Diabetic Polyneuropathy, Polyneuropathy, or Peripheral Neuralgia prompted shakes, quivers, and Hokey Cokey-like, dancing fingers, shoulder and leg! 
I got the fodder on the go. 
I finally got the nosh served up. 
I woke again, what the expergefactor was for this, I don’t know. But, I did rise up and consulted the notebook, to see if anything worthwhile had happened to add to the blog.