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The memories recalled, but only just,
I think it may have been 1972, in August…
I met and was mauled by an anaesthesiologist,
Stabbed by an acupuncturist.
This year, I was robbed by an oligarchist,
Who goes by the name of Starmer!
Known as the proletariat’s financial amputator,
His first job as PM put pensioners asunder,
Raised taxes for every farmer,
Who accepted far too many a backhander…
He is still the Labour leader,
Money from anywhere he can acquire,
To his many wrongs, he’s not a conceder,
Because he is such an arrogant bleeder…
A perfect match to be a Tory Prime Minister,
He’s although blunt, he’s a clever circumventor…
Lies directly, by omission, a fibbing blatherer,
I bet he’s never been a TV renter,
Cause self-wealth is at his centre…
Working persons new tax inventor,
Bet he gets a free haircut from his barber!
His taxes put an end to improving agriculture,
He’s just like a greedy vulture!
His ruthlessness gives me acroparesthesia,
It’s like he got into power with tabula nasa,
Apart from filling his bank account whenever,
To morals & sympathy, he is a denyer,
I wonder if his stockings are 15 denier?
I doubt his calculations, cogitation, & dedication…
I wonder at times if he is just an apparition…
Sent by Putin, to do our economy in?
Or maybe a Right-Wing Martian?
He’s certainly caused political confusion,
Are, to Keir, old labour values an illusion?
Voters want action with anti-depression,
Not an HMG leader like an automaton!
It could all end with a revolution!
Maybe it can be stopped by a coalition,
But he doesn’t need my permission…
But he can have my commiseration,
HMG UK is leading to deterioration,
Sooner the better, for the voting disillusioned
That Starmer is toppled & decommissioned!
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Ah, a bit better colour!
Terrible photo!
Waste bags condensed.
Evening mug of Glengettie tea.
Blue evening views
Four big cob sarnies. But they were too big for me to manage. Waste not, want not; I bagged them, put them in the fridge, and ate them on Saturday. They were pork loin with robust cheddar cheese, no-butter butter, sliced tomatoes, and chestnuts. No finger cuts were sustained.Â
Got more photos saved to go on tonight!
Smug-Mode-Adopted!
Note the deliberate spelling mistake? Ahem!
Gawd, I hate Starmer!
I don’t think I’m on my own.
A large rise in cases percentage-wise!
I did a bit of research later for the odd below above!
All was normal here.
Slightly darker this morning.
My morning shots are getting atrocious!
Yesterday, I, Sherlock Holmesianly, searched for the signs of which houses are growing Cannabis in their lofts.
Today, it became apparent. Hehehe!
I’m unsure how I did it, but I got the battery-powered can opener to work!
Snowgoinger! Haha!
No TV. No landline phone. No Panic Alarm Working.
NO INTERNET! For 5+ hours.
Still, as long as the owners of Virgin, Liberty-Global, keep paying their CEO a phenomenal salary. Indeed, they will remain the supreme, cunning, lying Oligarchs they are. Trying to cancel their service, with their clause making us pay £100s to do so, requires someone with the following skills and can afford a barrister, a mathematician, & Einsteinian genius.
If one does escape their financial and incapable service, one may try EE, 3, Vodafone, BT, UPC Broadband, 02, ITV plc, or Sirius—all of which Liberty-Global either owns or has investments in! We can’t win!.
But Liberty-Global Always Do! (Spit!)
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spouted out with a flourish of thick, deep red fluids when the nurse took off the sealing pad. She was not pleased with that. She noticed the bruise on my chin, and I explained my Non-Epilectic Seizure and told her how I could not recall going into the wetroom and did not even know I’d taken a tumble or if I’d passed out or not. I just came around mangled in the shower chair with a bleeding gum, broken tooth, sore chin and a headache. She said for me to ring my doctor and her. I’ve gone out of sync again. 
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For some reason, as I was cooking, my mind went back to Rationing. Many years ago, when I was on a fishing holiday with Bill, Malcolm and Jock, we had just arr
ived at Lockerbie in Scotland. I was backing the van into the car park, and Bill, a butcher, said out of the blue, “I wish they would bring rationing back; I made a fortune with all the fiddles…” 
I forgot to add the garden peas. The potatoes were grand, but the vegan pie was not so good, although the gravy was absolutely delicious!
I’ve had since they started three months or so ago
had returned with a certain degree of nastiness and persistence. 
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strapping over the compression sock, and on 
the masses of compression bandages on top of the woolly wrapping, I’m beginning to smell I think?
Straps and diabetic socks on the left…
both legs…
& 
in both…
crippling 
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Views from the balcony.
The Tree Copse, can no longer visit, sadly.
The mud-slide dwindling.
Straight ahead. Gloom!
But in the afternoon…
The cloudless sky did look wonderful.
Sorting out the dodgy Asda potatoes.
Then I cheered exponentially 
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06:14hrs: 
was leaking rather painfully as I stirred back into my mock-imitation, forlorn pitiful life. She was stinging much more 
this morning as well. 
, 
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. The pain behind the left eye kicked off… 
EQ kept telling me, “I warned You!” I knew things were not going to go well at all today – and boy was I right!
itch-making crumb-containing recliner.
I got to the wet room and utilised the 
first job. Aha, 
had not lost control completely, but I’d say 
was fighting back! 
, and flowing freely was 
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giving me gip each time I had to bend or stretch. But the Germolene and Germoloids
Emptying the bowl that I’d washed my feet in while shaving, I got a little, but enough, of the shakes and twitches from 
, to ensure that I dropped the bowl of dirt water. Innit amazing how far water can spread?
to inform the befuddled brain of my physical needs. 
The urine was a good-looking colour today. It kept changing several times later on from this practically near perfect to a deep orangey-red?
I made another Heath Robinson affair and put it on Not the foggiest idea what I might have done wrong, but boy did the pain increase! Yes, it did!
, this was a first!
arrived. Medications sorted, and the eye drops. I did ask the lad if he could put some of the Phorpain gel on 
Arrived, for financial & advising. Well, she was overwhelmed I think, all the problems I needed help with.
bleeding. Told me they will report this to the nurses.
I went out onto the balcony for a look around, hoping maybe to find some trees or clouds that I might do some 
with.
I opened the door and took a close-up of the car park area.
After I 
on the raised ledge when getting back inside. I smiled, passed wind, and laughed it laughing it off, of course..
Potatoes on the boil.
Made the second permitted mug of tea.
The Community Nurse arrived, to look at the state of 
It felt better afterwards, but of course, I was being distracted by the presence of a young lady, manhandling me. Hahaha!
She obliged me, bless her; after I’d told her if she didn’t pick one, I’d be sulking all day.
Three hours or about, later, I checked on the leg when the Carer came.
I’ll try to get a cartoon made, and an ode daily. If time or I’m up to it. 
Great meal, though.
, which for some reason dosen’t like putting my legs up.
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She was not impressed
Early morning view, 03:10hrs.
Sorted out the water bins and bags. A lot of stuff from the Catheter Contraption replacement.
Ablutions and Porcelain Throne activities.
During the course of the day, I had to change PPs eight times.
Still no word from anyone who can help me with ordering some Samaritan Olive Oil and slippers from Amazon. I can’t order them, cause the last three orders I have had from them were all left on the ground floor lobby. Fetching them up did me no good at all. I’d like to pay anyone who can order them to their home for me, and let me have them. Struggling here!
, I weed painfully to my heart’s content, and then the nurse did another scan. It showed even more content within!
On the left leg this time. That’ll be fun at night, me going to the wrong leg to empty things. Hahaha!
I did a bit of tidying up, in the front room, but not much!
Went into the kitchen to do some… but no.
kicked off, and it was like pressing a switch; I was suddenly drained and feeling so wearily tired.
Potatoes, peas, onions, beetroot & no-fish-fish sticks.
Two hours later, I was woken up by 
arriving. Not that I can recall much about the visit; I was still half-asleep. I do remember his taking the tray into the kitchen for me, bless him. Evening medications, eye drops I can’t recall, but they would have been done by Benjamin. 
Cleared the things left by the nurse, and bagged them up.
To the right…
Ahead…
To the left, a bit darker there.
The down at the end car park.
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Urine in the night bag at level 4 on the NHS Chart, methinks.
End car park.
Sky to the West.
had gone down for the fifth time!
Black Outs grew to a current total of…
♥ Wot a cracking lass! ♥
until the current bottle runs out, but nay to the 
, until we can find out for definite if it is needed or not. I’ll see if the optician can advise on this in the morning when I go for the eye testing to be done.
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You wouldn’t believe that after ten hours of work done on the blog and Corel-Draw, (Interrupted only by carers calling), I lost all the later taken photographs – Had to make the Health Check graphic again, and actually lost the damned notepad with the reminders of events on it! Several times throughout the day, I had problems and Accifauxpas due to 
failing, and me hitting obviously, the wrong keys without realising, and finding the computer doing different things than I wanted; and had to turn everything off and back on again to reset to default. This happened to me on CorelDraw, Excel and MS Word… oh, and on the internet as well!
visited me a few times as well. Repeating these cock-ups and 
several times throughout the day, was humiliating to me.
Around teatime, I made the meal, just a few battered soy balls. Yet despite things calming down a little; mistake-wise, I enjoyed this small simple bowl of fodder. But… when I woke up with the usual jerk and jump, I found… wait for it… eight empty Cheesy Curl bags in the waste bin beside the £300, second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout-able-from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner. Now guilt joined my emotions!
was sticking a bit, and no 
bothering me? I gave up any hope of returning to snuggling up with 
, and I got up (Mon) at 05:15hrs…
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Night pouch.
Only mud stains showing for 
yesterday, no water.
: I only just made it in time to the 
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Then to the East.
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, while I was sat down! A first there I think? Which loosened the flaming 
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The first effort after waking proves the point.
Not a good colour this morning.
Again, I’m not sure of the reason for taking this one.
Ah, I remember this one. Yesterday Carer Chris brought the laundry back up for me, but it was almost wet still. He kindly took it down again and brought it back today – all good! I arranged it over the falling-to-pieces computer chair, and this helped to ease the sitting pains donated by poor old 
. Getting low on the Germoloid cream now. It was earlier in the year selling for £5.99, yesterday it was on sale at £6.99… and at a Special price! 
A Pareidolia’s Delight. Ghost creatures, animals’ claws and heads, a flying bat?
Not sure if the one above is, with the eyes being so bad, but it looked to me like a creature being born?
Bootiful!
A ghost attack?
So many things in this one!
At long last, I got a nosh made.
A dollop of the non-butter butter melted into the flesh.
Evening Sunset
A close-up.
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Going down so often. My lack of concentration. And my newly acquired habit of falling asleep for no reason, this blog was not started until Friday mid-morning. So I’ve cut it short so that I might make start working on today’s (Fridays) a little earlier. Then pray that 
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, my lack of concentration and Falling-Asleep-Fred, will not ruin getting anything done blog-wise again. Got to get this done ASAP, as the nurse is due to call today… that despite delaying blogging, brought a wicked smile to my face. Hahaha! As if!
I stirred back into Horrors, Fears, Whoopsiedangleplops, Accifauxpas & Worries of Life at 05:10hrs.
Not so good
Not sure about the ankles; they could be getting infected again?
And found the Cancer Check Test Kit on the floor.
He did the first eye drops, Alarm test, and pouch check.
Made brew of Glengettie number one. That’s my lot until evening or night when I will have the second of the two mugs allowed. However, I am allowed as many mugs of the decaffeinated rubbish tea… Urrgh!
Within two hours, (10:00hrs) it was…
The mudslide had increased in size & depth.
Got down to a shower status
Pareidoliable? Yes!
Beautiful!
Signs of more rain to come?
I assume it was a close-up of the sky.
Just look how the sky is so bright, after a gap of about two hours for the photos above this one. Mother Nature again!
Battered balls and mushrooms, and a banana.
I manoeuvred my feet so it shone on the toes.
A surreal photo indeed!
The bottom one is lower down.
Wonderful!
giving me a chance to nod off. 
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The leg fell off of the chair, clunking down into the drip tray and night
, as the once-attached day bag on 
The night pouch attached to the urine in the Catheter day bag was of the Grade 4 colour on the NHS Guide card. Took a while to get it off, though.
were the next activities for the now very frustrated me.
I took this rather sad photograph of the morning’s mudslide, through the windows of the balcony.
I took this shot of the front car park on Chestnut Walk, also through the window. Cause it was a bit windy, and a little drizzle coming in my direction.
The Iceland order arrived within minutes of Shaquille leaving.
Made worse, because there was no room to store the fresh products and frozen! Another Inchy calamity!
it’s ever been! I even had to remove some stuff and dish it to make room for the new things. 
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to people who have helped me, later in the day. 
read the dates even with the spy-glass. The cataract-done eye is worrying me a smidgen, being so bad.
Fortunately, the domestic arrived just as $25million salaried Mr Fries 
Back onto the now-working internet.
Ten minutes after coming back on, it went off!
Back to blogging…
So beautiful mind you! I did some 
In my eyeholes with it, so as to speak. 
Mr Fries’ rather incompetent crew from the useless internet providers were at their worst for a long time. They did not get any better!
I made up some milk roll breast sarnies with soy meat, drenched in BBQ sauce. Naturally, there were the usual thickly sliced cuts from the none-butter butter that 
is so gorgeous tasting on the bread.
I had a go at blogging again.
I tried the internet on the computer again. I wonder if the $26million salaried Mr Fries at 
Of course, it’s gone up since