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Annoyed, I called British Gas but floundered!.
I had to pay the bill; I got flustered…
Instead of being bold, I sort of simpered,
I wanted to say oligarchs should be neutered!
I muttered, and I stuttered…
He surely thought me deluded?
By asking that the overcharges be refunded…
And I cannot help being retarded!
My words were not being heeded!
“I’m not ribald or rantipoled!”
“I can’t pay the bill, so I’m in the dark & cold!”
“Your bills are beyond my threshold….”
With debts, I am now being circumvolved
“Disabled, blind, deaf, and 77 years old”
Can we not settle this… get it resolved?”
“My bank balance is all but dissolved!”
But he had me in a virtual choke hold…
He said: “We suffer too, being short-handed.
Is that the word, or have I gerunded?
Oh, splendid; now I’m told I’m being trolled!
I apologised, but he wouldn’t be consoled…
We proletariats are getting frampold!
Seems we are both suffering & confounded?
In a month or so. I’ll be entirely defunded!
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05:40hrs: I stirred back into my usual moroseness.
Spent a minute of two identifying what day it was. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Then I took off the 
night pouch. Not much in it?..
But the colour was a fairish 4 on the NHS colour chart. Emptied it, put it in the appropriate bag, then into the waste bag after sealing it.
As I got the kettle on, the need for the 
arose.
The sight and star of my delicate area, Little Inchie, of course, made me jump a little bit when I first saw the blood. Or rather, the location that had altered to what would be considered… ‘Normal’. Even for me!
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was nearly issued. Haha! Confused, I certainly was. The multi-aged, dried blood at the bottom of this taken-off pair of Ten pants was far less bloody than usual.
But the fresh blood is not there as a norm?
Top left, these are the concern. These came out of the bum area, I’m sure. I had a grope and feel around using paper towels but found no lesions. Then very gently prodded the site to see if I could find papules, boil or whatever that may have leaked. But, no!
This session was like passing heavy, chocolate-covered ball bearings… eventually!
was in another foul mood about carrying the buckets of water from the kitchen to the wet room… yet once again!
I dressed… well, I put a dressing gown on.
Sorted the waste bags out and placed them near the front door.
Haha! I thought that was the best idea because I don’t have a back door in the flat. If you see what I mean.
Made a brew, & took a photograph of the rising sun from behind the flats… the sun was rising, not the apartments.
I think…
Then off to the computer, determined to do a better, quicker job today, and crossed my fingers that Liberty-Globals oligarch, the £26m salaried with guaranteed bonuses boss, who bought out and ruined Virgin Media, would see if he can go a day without losing the signal. (Fat chance of that, but still!). Love his latest load-of-crap advertisement, above.
You’ve got to praise Mr Fries; he’s consistent in his failings and still getting paid a fortune for his inabilities. Pure jealousy on my behalf, of course. I’d barely started when the inevitable happened.
Carer Samantha arrived. Got me sorted and had a mini-natter.
Tried the internet, but it is still not back on yet.
I strongly suspect I may have 
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Aha, Liberty-Global Virgin Media working again.
I got the BP graphic done and made one for the ode. Then made the ode…
Then realised I had not yet finished off yesterday’s Inchie Today.
Oh, dearie me! Done it again, gone and lost the signal for the self-praising, oligarchal, figure-manipulating Liberty-Global, owners of Virgin Media, specifically the good looking over-paid boss, Fries, had struck again. So, I toyed with it for a while to make it more comfortable.
A mistake that was!
There was still no
service from Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media Internet services.
So, I decided that an early meal was a good idea!
Aha, a change in the weather.
This photographicalisation came out rather well, I thought.
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Got the potatoes in the oven on a high setting. And cut up the imitation pressed bacon and garden peas in the saucepan. Got the electric drill and cut up some of the beetroots. Hehehe!
The vegan bacon was brilliant! The potatoes were excellent! The garden peas tasted grand! It might have a 10/10 rating but for the rock-solid, teeth-breaking, tasteless, horrible beetroot!
But, still a 9/10 Flavour-Rating!
I came out of it, and I was sat in the c1966 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Unsure of anything, my mind was filled with fear that I may have left the stove heat to tap running. I hastened to the kitchenette…
The hot water tap had run cold, but there was no plug in the sink. Phew!
Butt here was the oven tray soaking in there.
I got them and the pots washed.
I sat briefly, feeling somewhat confused and indifferent to everything.
Hard to find the words… Most likely something inspired by Doreen’s Dementia.
Chimed out. It was the sweet Angel of Mercy, Nurse Hristina from the Deep Vein Thrombosis and Anticoagulation INR, Clinic; she’d come to take my blood. ♥ That cheered me up!
Sad to see Hristina leave, I put the kettle on and noticed the buttercups coming through in the bottom field near the tree copse. I think.
The evening Carer arrived. As he was preparing the medications, the mobile phone rang.
It was the Doctors surgery, with the new dosages of Warfarin for me.
I turned to get the mobile that also rang… turned back and got a 
for my bother, then pulled my foot from under the chair, landing in a heap, but onto the recliner! Dropping the mobile phone.
Getting back up, I indicated for the Carer to take the call. He handed me the phone.
The receptionist gave me the new dead-easy-to-remember Warfarin doses. 1½ every day until 16th May. Carer Victor wrote the details into the Carer’s folder for me. The stubbing and fall made me feel a little out of it.
I finally got on with Blogging, but I think I’ve got the following photos in order.
Earlier shot of the feet before mangling them. Hehe!.
Feet after the stubble, tumble & mangling. Haha!
SKY SHOTS
GORGEOUS MOTHER NATURE!
TTFNski
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I instantly came out of the odd mood I woke up in. The second I realised what I was thinking.
The freshly, newly inspired, almost back to normal (not that it is anything to shout about, of course), but with a degree of determination, Inchie set to and tackled removing the attached 
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were tackled. No fears or concerns about this, though. this was (even if only temporarily), The new Inchie; Brave, bold and brash, heroic… (Oh, never mind that bit.) A heartening start; there was no demand to utilise the toilet yet, so I was well pleased with not having to go through the pain of fetching water… at least yet!
Even weirder, I seem to have what I think was a water papules coming up on top of my left foot?
Got the dressing gown on, and couldn’t manage the slippers, but I’ll ask a Carer if they can help
ensured it was a concrete-like, bloody and painful event.
I think?
The sunshine nearly got out then! A close call.
house that’s being extended.
Oh, I forgot, when Carer Richard came earlier, he checked the medications and dates on the foods for me. He told me the chips needed eating by today.
fridge and recommended I had them together for my nosh. So, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Veg stew, with added roasted mini-potatoes.
Flavour Rating; 8.2/10.
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Course it fell off when she’d gone, more pollution!
Moped up the escaped from the Catheter Pouch Wee-wee, used the speed-mop twice, and a lot of Dettol!
The fifteenth dollops of kitchen towels used on where the urine had trickled for an hour, without my realising it. Tut!
The waste bags with the slippers, socks and used kitchen towels well wrapped up and sealed, awaiting removal.
Much better colour in the next emptying of the pouch.
Bootiful lunchtime clouds!
Car park below from the kitchenette.
Afternoon views
Pareidoliaing clouds.
Nearest they came to sunset photos…
Pareidoliaing again…
Pareidoliaing, a shark or whale in the depths?
Pareidoliaing: Eyes, nose & mouth of what, though?
Pareidoliaing? Erm…
A not-red Red Dwarf view? Hehe!
The Sun’s last effort to burst through again
Toodle-pips!
A terrible photo of the simple meal.
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was not too hopeful of finding my ‘taken-away-to-be-laundered clothing’. The chances, must be slim, but she did say she’d have another look around for me. 
Found my laundry.
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Gloomy morning.
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Yikes! This ain’t good.
Not so good view photos tonight.
The vegetarian casserole went down well. I’d seasoned t with some Henderson’s sauce, sea salt, 7-Mediterranean vegetables sauce, and tomato passata with basil, and a vegetable Oxo cube. Oh, yes, and a sprinkling of some imitation soya-bacon crumbles.
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A bright morning with snow.
Bright-looking urine in the bag is good!
visits today.
Asda order arrived.
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Put the rest of the fodder away.
Fridge before and after delivery.
Took some more view photos of the light snowfall. See
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The footfall in the snowfall, in the bottom field.
Later, a man and his dog caught my attention.
The snow gave us another covering.
Throne visit six attended. Every one of the
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followed the evacuation.
Then, I walked into the door frame on my way out..
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gave me a nudge,
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I made the meal of the day…
I’d forgotten about the potatoes in the slow cooker. Not that 
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Not the foggiest idea now; why I took this one?
Nor this one, but there may have been a witty idea drifting about that I could use..
Aha! The Ocado order arrived.
Marmite!
Fullish cupboard?
Been after trying this for ages.
Spring Water stockpile?
Apache potatoes.
A smidge bloodier?
Afternoon clouds.
Very nice…
Absolutely gorgeous close-up!
Do you see a duck’s or snake’s head?
Could be from another planet.
These three had another sun showing up on the photo?
Or did they?
Reflection… or whatever you call it…
A one on the scale – Perfect!
1.5 Grrreat!
Whoops! Bottom Grade is not good; 7
Well, fancy that!
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I had a natter with my family from the Manor Laboratories
Not exactly sure what this was supposed to be a photo of…
Afternoon sky – a bit glum here.
Darker now, no sign of a sunset…
The bottom field.
Chestnut Way car park…
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Amazing change in the urine colour on the first emptying
Social event notification.
No sunset as such, but…
I captured these two close-ups.
A man shouted at the panel…
I opened the boxes and got the waste I had made to the bin in the foyer.
Got the oven on the top heat setting, opened the can, and deposited the ingredients into the thick saucepan.
It didn’t look particularly appetising to look at, but smelt rather delectable to me, anyway. 800grm of food, to which I added…
I settled into my crumbling rotting c1966. charity shop bought, the second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner. With the intention of watching an episode of ‘Heartbeat’. Drifted off into sweet oblivion for about an hour. (Bliss!)
pressing the door chime to release the tune “Oh, Susana” blasting into my face from the box opposite my location, bringing me back to the scary reality of my tormenting, 
. He enquired if I was cooking something cause he cols smell food burning… 
Potatoes; I’d left them in the oven – for over an hour!
Hobbling at warp-three to the kitchen, in a semi-panic, only to find that the potatoes were burnt… but to perfection, for me, just how I love them.
It must be something I’m doing wrong, surely for it to happen so often?
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Murky kitchenette.
Junk room.
The massive hallway.
This is the offending, oh, so painful right foot bottom.
Chair, vacated by the morning Carer after giving me the medications nada checking the catheter. Checked the taps and stove; bless her!
To hate left from the kitchen window.
The urine is a bit darker now…
Sun out occasionally, no warmth with it mind.
Sun is out for an hour or so. took another shot
A decent-looking meal?.
Went down so quickly tonight.
Farewell…