Paroxysmal dyskinesia – Page 8

Inchy Today: Wednesday 19th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
An ode to my beloved Grim Reaper,
Who’s always a welcome visitor,
I hear music, and I am getting deafer,
Each time he calls, & he comes more regularly,
It sounds as if it’s played on a dulcimer,
He told me about life in the Mesozoic Era,
>>>>>>
We talk of things I have that he had had,
When human, he lived alone in Trinidad,
Of course, it had no name then; he had no dad,
The world had no Oligarchs, Mafia or Triad,
He saw dinosaurs, even an achillobator,
Dodos, ichthyosaurs, & a gigantic lobster,
>>>>>>
Grim’s thoughts on us, well, here’s a list
GRIM: MPs are never an apologist,
Fairness & honesty, to them, are abstrucities,
Oligarchs: the richest, humanity-deficious,
Their wealth from financing wars, the obscenest,
HMG? In all cases, full of incongruities
>>>>>>
Grim’s thoughts on our future, well here are a few,
Your future now has too much friability,
Surviving is beyond your capabilities,
Peace is unknown to your adhocracy’s,
You polluted your own precious seas,
Your wars have created refugees…
Peace rarely reemerges; you start more wars!
To heat or eat, people are getting remortgages,
First-time shoplifter caught in many stores,
Starmer cuts pensions, & he expects applause,
Raises taxes, living costs ever-rises,
The sea diminishes, fish dying, even sponges,
Pollution; Bottles, sewerage & bandages…
Batteries, dead bodies and contraceptives,
Cables, Submarines, convoy ships, warships…
How do your seas hold anything that lives?
You must prepare for abandonedness,
But you won’t, I couldn’t care less!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
It turned out to be another busy day, but moments of great joy and surprises intermingled with it.
The down points are Anne Gyna and a series of short but mind-blunting Seizures. So, here is another short version of the blog today. Although, it didn’t turn out that way. Why? I’ll tell yers!
In the morning, I spent another three hours adding missed bits and forgotten notions until Anne Gyna put an end to things. I think it was her. The pain came on sharply and instantaneously, as Anne does, but it felt so more severe and different that it scared me a bit.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Carer said this was a number 6 on the scale.

The sun made this a different shot as it appeared from behind the prison. No, the flats.

I have to keep up with the handwashing of the nightshirts. I washed one and flavoured it… I scented it with freshener, wrung it out, and hung it on the wetroom shower curtain rail.

Old photo used of the shower. I took this when I moved in.
Then I got the ablutions and medications tended to. Eight little knicks shaving. It shocked me when I went back to the wet room again. I’d forgot about the black nightshirt, and for a moment, I thought someone was in there. Haha!

The carer arrived to start the laundry duties. He did not have enough time to dry everything. But I got out both clothes airers and used them.
The photo of the flat one seems to have disappeared from the SD card. Or I didn’t take it?

The DVT Warfarin nurse called to tell me she was coming to see me in the morning. Getting a phone call from this delightfully gorgeous, friendly, and caring nurse was lovely. ♥ If only I were 55 years younger.

My ultra-modern 1976 Nokia mobile phone seemed to have changed its colour scheme to green.
That’s clever! Of course, I suppose there is a slight chance I changed it, and I can’t remember doing it. If so, it may have been done while I was in a seizure.

An early afternoon view here.

COCK-UP!
I bravely, but stupidly, thought it would be a good idea to clear some room, and I lost some files and deleted them without using the rubbish bin thingy. Huh! Decidedly a low point of the day,

The sky changed at about 18:00hrs. I took these shots.
We’re getting some fantastic early evening skies recently. Glad I got these.
The best close-up is one of the red bits.

ARGH! I left the hot water tap running again!

DOUG’s ANDY, FURRY OF THE DAY 1
He communicates with his expressions!

TIM’s FURRY’s OF THE DAY 2.
Silver is not happy; being photobombed with Jake.

I don’t know when, but today. Can you spot the bird or whatever it is in the lower clouds?

This is a much-belated meal. I was so tired. I forgot to ask the carer not to put the nocturnal catheter on me, as I was going to be walking about with the walker and carrying the urine bag, which can be problematic.
And it was! Doubly!
Struggling to make a meal one-handedly is not easy.
It was a miracle that I mashed the potatoes with some salt and cheese, and they came out looking good…
Until I knocked the dish off of the counter!
I cleaned it up as best I could, I’ll finish it in the morning. (but I finished cleaning it while washing the pots instead)
The pork leg slices and mini sausages were baked to perfection! The stray looked a little bare. Hehe!
I really enjoyed it! I made a sandwich with Milk Roll sliced bread, with a spot of Marmite on each, and added the pork. Delicious! The lemon mousse went down well.

I did the washing up and cleared the mess I made earlier on the kitchen floor.

I was so tired and drained. Getting into the NHS bed with the light out was hard work, but I settled in.
Within minutes, that nervous feeling that I might have left the taps running appeared.
Getting out of the bed, I dropped the torch. Then I gave myself a . Fumbled to find the torch; it had fallen into the PP box. Grabbed hold of , and hobbled precariously to the kitchen. No, the tapes were not running. However, I did discover that I’d left the fridge door open. I closed it!
I returned to the bed, turned off the light, looked in my pocket for the torch, returned to the kitchen to retrieve it, and returned to the bedroom.
I could not face another battle to get into bed; I only wanted some sleep. So, I got down in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, eyesore-horrendously grungy, disease-fermenting second-hand, beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner.
I did not, as I had hoped, fall asleep straight away. The doubting started: ‘Did you close that fridge door?’ – ‘Were the taps okay?’ – ‘Did I turn off the two clothes-heating airers? – ‘Why didn’t I check on the wet room taps? I was too weary to bother checking again, and that’s something I don’t think I’ve done before. Then, just as I get the the big eyelid droops… Guess what? Started giving me what for! Energetically, too! Talk about moving about, Top left chest, then the right side of the neck, midriff, lower right stomach, back to the neck, chest centre… I wondered if I should spit or cry! I forced myself out of the £300 second-hand, most uncomfortable, decrepit, Haemorrhoid Harold-testing, micro-organism-microbe-bugged, easily-fallout able from, unfit-for-use, not working recliner.
Got a Codeine 30g, back into the c1968, non-operationable, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, germ-breeding, Harold Haemorrhoid-Testing, sickenly beige-coloured recliner, and took the medication, swigging it down with gulp of shandy from the bottle.
Fantastic! Within 15 minutes, the drooping eyelids returned, getting slower as I neared the prospect of sleep, and off into the land of Sweet Morpheus I went!

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Cadwch yn ddiogel!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Tuesday 18th March 2025:

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Head full of thoughts as I started this preamble,
My witty ideas turned into confused psychobabble,
I wanted this to be impartial and parochial,
Ignore the inane, the drivel, and the twaddle,
Determined to avoid things that are piffle!
>>>>>>
Doreen Dementia: she can be so Machiavellian,
Brain ridden with misinterpretation, misacceptation,
Misconception, fundamental or a machination?
Where did we come from initially? Were we Martian?
HMG? It’s like a cripple running in a marathon!
Reassuring Muzakk from Felix Mendelson.
>>>>>>
Waring countries refuse to negotiate,
Compassion being replaced with hate,
Innocent civilians run, absquatulate,
Earth’s future; It’s not easy to contemplate,
Proletariats can do nothing but wait…
Life or death, which is to be their fate?
Life’s that bad; I don’t give a toss, mate!
>>>>>>
Life: once a pleasure, but now, too astringent,
Can it be eased? With a cuddle and liniment?
When, where, & how did we become inconscient?
The same questions to my being incontinent,
Can humans ever become rejuvenescent?
Individuals in solitary confinement,
World leaders, clueless, impercipient
Faiths, most of them ignescent!
>>>>>>
Living costs ever-increasing,
Heat or eat pensioners, more dying,
Starmer gets free shows and dining,
The rich are good at political backhanding,
Suddenly, we have electric motoring…
It’s naughty to be diesel car owning,
Electricity prices ever-rising,
Starmer’s lies are unrelenting,
No ill will, but I’d like to read of him dying!
>>>END<<<
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I knocked myself up something awful. I had to do more handwashing and then the laundry. After which
I got to see ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk-top-dancer, florist, and Warden Julie to explain my difficulties in getting help that I’m paying for with laundry, financial checks, and domestic service. They will investigate for me. Bless ’em!

Quickly due to spending so long handwashing and laundering, And paid the price, pain & weariness.

Nocturnal waking shade.

Morning view

Handwashed.

Laundry duties.
Titivated the room while waiting.
The washer filter was in a bad state.
I cleaned it and found the mesh had
been split. I returned the washing,
Really annoyed Anne Gyna while I
was hanging the clothes.

Back down to report to the commandant’s office.

Henceforth, I was done for. Carer A and then Carer J visits. Seizures were rife in the morning.
By the afternoon, they eased off, but I kept falling asleep all the time? Of course, these may have been mini-seizures, but there is no way of knowing. I assumed I fell asleep often because I felt drained after running about with the laundry and hand washing.
So many couples of minute sessions spent in the land of nod. My tiredness increased, and I had to give up on the computer hours before I usually would have. However, I was almost ecstatic about who never really got me as profoundly or as far as he had been doing over the last week. A blessed relief, that was!

I settled to sleep, and sure enough, I was soon with Sweet Morpheus, Blissfully. The only real sleep I got from then on for about an hour. The Carer arrived and let himself in, and I do not know much about what happened during this visit. My medications given.

I was back in dreamland within seconds, but the ailments tormented me terribly. Thought-Storming—Steve was assisted (not that he needed any) by Anne Gyna and Neck-Twitching-Nigel.
I desperately needed sleep, but only the first hour in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, oddly, granted me. The Carer made his last call, so there is no need to wake me up this time. Tsk!
He got the diabetic socks off of me. We chatted about the new plans for the laundry duties. He said they would be weekly, not when and if needed. I appreciate Carer’s input very much. Thons are coming together now. It can’t be an easy job taking a new old man on. Great job. They are to start doing the laundry from tomorrow. Thanks a lot, lads! A great feeling.

I think I spent more time awake than asleep after that.
Whenever Anne Gyna or Thought Storming Steve woke me inwardly, I almost cried to be allowed to go back to sleep. That did a lot of good!
Late Wednesday morning, I got as far as here with this blog. And still feeling drained of energy. But at least was absent. More to do; handwashing, ablutionings, feet need washing and medicating, and a dodgy shave is required; when I miss a day’s shaving, the risk of cuts increases…

I checked the SD card to see if any earlier photos were available. Memory Mangling Malcolm is back.

Early evening view.

Milk Rolls Bread sarnies are made with lashings of the delicious Flora no-butter butter, and some Marmite was spread on the bread.
Morrisons onion rings (I don’t recommend these; they are a bit… well, very tasteless).
And some pickled beetroot. And tucked into the meal!
Other than the disappointing onions, everything was wonderful, especially the expensive Lemon and lime dessert, which was on special offer. Slurp!

Around 20:30hrs, after a particularly violent waking up, I can recall going to check the taps and fridge doors, unaccountably convinced I must have left something running! All was safe! I returned to fetch Kodak Tim 2 and took a snap of the Amazing Night View!
A cloudless multicoloured sky!
This one was different!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Cheery-Bye
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Sunday 16th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
DEPRESSION HAD GRIPPED INCHY – SORRY!
I’m surrounded by beasts & beauty,
HMG’s actions, most of them insincerely,
Killing pensioners, a target so easy…
We are ruled by Labour, conservatively!
What does it mean? Acting Starmerishly?
What to expect from your Labour MP?
There are some straights that we will see…
MPs are acting unethically, mendaciously,
Swindling, conspiratorially, & pretentiously,
Back-handedly, unmercifully, indifferently,
But they won’t match Starmer’s best ability,
His speeches & looks are perfectly smarmy!
Nor compete with natural insensitivity!
And how he lies? Scandalously!
I’m surrounded by beasts & beauty…
Call British Gas, get a humanoid robot,
Rang my doctor for an appointment, beggingly?
She telephoned me, you see,
For she couldn’t actually see me…
She phoned 8 days later; Great Scott!
She said something about age and caducity,
I told her of my problems… I’ve got a lot!
Seizures, Depression, Anne Gyna, etc. She said what?
I’ll ask the Matron if she’s got a slot…
For Matron, I’ve still got the hots,
8 days later, Matron came to see me,
Nothing has happened, well, I broke my teapot,
The NHS had gone all cockamamie!
::::::::
Nature has to take so much abuse,
The planet is doing so, too: what’s the use?
Convince ourselves of our own inadequateness?
It started with our predecessors,
Earth’s never been war-free,
Why can’t the world leaders see?
Only profit matters to the oligarchy,
We didn’t destroy our planet accidentally,
Rulers don’t accept it’s their responsibility,
The World ends by next January,
But that forecast is only approximately,
The reasons are no longer a mystery,
Overindulgence, inefficiently, caring insufficiently,
And it won’t end instantaneously!
Can you see the imbecility?
The end may arrive sooner & intentionally,
If God decides to go interventionally,
Few are interested in Jesusolatry…
This warning is only a preliminarily,
Can help come from the Flat Earth Society?
A million members, pseudonymously,
But it won’t matter soon… possibly…
One thing I forecast & guarantee,
It’ll all end ignominiously,
Hope you had a laugh. Now, for a mug of tea!
::::::
Another broken night’s sleep. Being the principal offender. I must have taken about a dozen or more. But did nod off back to sleep quickly after each one. It was not until 05:00hrs that Shaking Shoulder Shirley joined in.

I gave up and got up.

Amazingly, at 13:40 hrs, I’d only had one more electric shock, and they stopped altogether. Not that I’m moaning about that. The seizures were on and off, with one long one that seemed to take it out of me. DDDDD came on and was a @;/d of a deep one. This got me harassed. Then, I felt guilty about getting upset about the missing laundry service, domestic help, and financial help. I’d got a pile of letters and some emails to get sorted. But I think I might not get any assistance with this issue. (EQ told me)
So, I spent hours and hours cleaning up and washing, and this blog suffered. Then, I sorted out, removing unwanted rubbish in the junk room for an hour or two. Not that it looks like I’d got much, if anything, done. Sorry.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
After sorting the catheter bags, I took this snap of the moon. Actually, I took five; this is the only decent one. Alright, I admit it… it was terrible, so I cut the moon off of one I took weeks ago and covered the misshaped one with it. Hehehe! Sneaky Monkey! Then, I started handwashing the thin nightshirts.

Carer Joe came as I was having a seizure. I could talk and think I did a lot of it. What about? Unknown.

This photo reminded me of something. I showed him the melted, frosted early rooftops and told him of my suspicions that weed was being cultivated in their lofts, and that might be why. Haha!

A right painful grind working on the junk room.
This reminded me of the things I’d got for Jenny & Frank. She tells me off for doing so. But the angel has helped me no end. I called her first to ensure she would be in and took them down to her flat. I left them outside her door and rang the bell.

The carer came as I finished the mopping and cleaned the tackle. I was not in good knick!

More waste to take to the rubbish shoot.

Doing the blog at long last; I estimate I might get it done on about the 25th of November. Hehe!

Better get the food on. Oh, no, the last Carer’s call is close.
Better leave it until he’s been. Well, I’m tired now!
I’ve already prepped it: egg rice and battered chicken sweet and sour ready meal. Sliced water chestnuts, garden peas, and some light soy sauce have been added with extra sweet and sour sauce. It’s all prepared in the microwave dish in the fridge and only needs to be done for 4½-minutes. I bet you I’ll fall asleep and make a mess on the chair and floor while eating it.
After the food delivery and caregiver have gone, I’ll be back to finish this in the morning (sleep permitting). Hopefully, I’ll remember to call Social Services and the chemist to learn about this confusing ordering system. (Sugar! Just broke my mug!)

Watched Newcastle beat Liverpool 3-1! in the Cup Final. Well, I nodded off a few times, but three of the goals. Liverpool are waning?

The carer has been on his ten-minute visit.
Now, I can get my dinner for the day.

Very nice!

Hope the photos stay on this time!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
TTFN – Have a great day. You deserve one!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Saturday 15th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I may be wandering along a beach,
Fancying some chips that are out of reach,
Then the brain turns to devising critique,
Against Starmer & his HMG claque.
::::::
In Scotland, the locals love a good claik,
But thought I was a Sassenach Glaik,
I adored their griddled-made potato-cake,
Their Beithir Fire beer? Hangover & headache!
::::::
To the City Hospital for an angiography,
I was nurse-handled most adorably,
One of them, I think her name was Audrey,
Seemed to take a liking to me!
Said we should meet later, for a bevvy!
I agreed excitedly & droolingly,
We snuggled on the bed, passionately
But she felt the catheter on my knee…
I never again met Audrey,
::::::
I got a job in a mine once, in Caerphilly,
On the first day, a bit of a catastrophe,
They issued gas masks, helmets, complimentary,
I worked conscientiously,
A collapse, & I crushed my knee,
Then I worked unconsciously… Hehehe!
I spent a week off sick,
But they patched me up quick,
Back to work, but life being aleatoric,
A car crash, ambulance, axonic,
I became the mine’s latest attrit!
::::::
I was born with nowt, & I’ve got most it left,
Through sheer determination & graft…
I may have been a penniless waif,
And not turning to crime or theft…
I worked long hours, was a spendthrift,
My plans for a fortune? I didn’t get a sniff!
::::::

Morning shots.

No garden fires.

Prepping nosh.

Nosh. Chick peas with sweet Soya sauce, beetroots, potato fishcakes, smoked mackerel pieces, pickled mushrooms, two well no-butter buttered cheese-topped rolls. And a mini-pot of lemon curd yoghourt. The mackerel had some bones in it. Which took the pleasure off of the taste a smidge.

It was a lousy day. There were no clarifications about the laundry, medications, financial help, or domestic help. Carer Joe said these services are not available for me.
This is going to be a nightmare!

On Sunday morning, I located the telephone number of the Social Lady, Sarah, I believe. So, on Monday, I can call her regarding the mounting pile of laundry, nearly two full bags, on Sunday morning. My newly acquired arthithmaphobia assistance with banking, etc., and no domestic services supplied. Even if they can provide me with this help, the cost will increase, and I may regret it. But I can’t cope without some help. The house and brain are in tatters, and the worrying over this has brought back Duodenal Donald into action. Just what I wanted with the seizures and Anne Gyna who continues in top pain-giving form. That’s another thing; the Codeine box said I could take up to four a day if needed. But the Carers say it’s only two, and rightly so, because it’s in his instructions, no blame attached, but with Anne Gyna giving me a lot of stick, and not taking one, made for an ever waking up night’s sleep, as Anne Gyna was stabbing away and waking me up… well, endlessly. If it’s the same in the morning, I may have to take one extra anyway.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Fed Up, Frustrated Frankly, & Mentally/Physically Fatigued
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Friday 14th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Today started pretty well: it soon began turning,
Depression: In three minutes & it was leaving,
Then a seizure, after which my head was reeling,
The carer called; I can’t recall all I was saying…
Was I talking? Was he listening?
I thought I’d mentioned the washing…
But I’m uncertain, that’s the thing,
Depression Duncan had really moved in,
I didn’t even do any ablutioning…
Or any physical medicationalisationing,
It took me 5 hours to do this simple Odeing!
:::::
Even as DDDD left, my brain was busy,
I wanted to think of my ode’s lexicology,
But my thoughts spinning-changingly,
Past events, wrongs, what about the laundry?
The carer can’t get through to the pharmacy,
Happy Horis is back, albeit belatedly,
I can concentrate again, you see?
But still more to do, washing & medically,
There’s just not the time available for me,
I’ll just empty the catheter of pee…
And a heavy-duty visit to the lavatory!
::::::
Then a seizure did manifest…
A short one, for two minutes at best,
Already feeling at my wretchedest,
If DDDD comes again, I’ll feel aghast,
I feel bad-done-to today, badassed,
I’m not a believer, but my crucifix clutched
DDDD stay away, I’m not a hypocondriast!
You made my mind vague & overcast,
Please don’t come piggybacked,
You’ll get my spirits & hopes ransacked,
If you do come, make it short & fast!
It’d be better for me it if you hadn’t trespassed,
Still, if you do, I’ll try to be steadfast…
I pray your previous visit will be your last!
::::::
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
HMG spent £45m on anti-spyware,
Stored it in a warehouse, it’s still there,
Waiting for them to find the highest bidder,
It’s a toss-up twixt China & Russia,
This gives the taxpayers acroparesthesia!
Humans need to find more absorbency,
To live life happily, honestly & guiltlessly,
Accept that it’s fraudulent… I mean HMG,
Accept wars, murders, are Earthly,
How to do this? Don’t ask me!
::::::
Life’s changed, it’s gone all skewwhiff,
With depression and war, some us live,
They called an oligarch now, not a toff
Murder, bribery, drugs and Smirnoff!,
If you need help, others just scoff,
The UK PM is a dishonest caitiff!
::::::
Life can be confusing, adumbral,
Some disbelieving, others agnostical,
Some study things all aetiological,
These mysteries are inextirpable,
Most claims are agathokakological.
::::::
From ‘The Statue of Liberty’
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled
masses yearning to breathe free,
Commoners, proletariat & bourgeoisie,
Things grew more criminogenically,
Now we have borders & Trumpery,
::::::
Life can yet become more scarier,
People can get more sneerier,
Good deeds, help, will be scantier,
Undoubtably less sincere & trustier,
Hopefully, the ladies will get sultrier!
::::::
Waste time worrying, of things imminent,
Carers, nurses, else solitary confinement,
Seizures, dementia, falls, being impercipient,
Ending up with a self-immurement,
Seeking a mental & physical demulcent.
::::::
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

No time to get anything done in the first 10 hours.
In the dawn, and it was well gone 15:00hrs before. DDDD and the Mini-Seizures finally stopped.
The worst and longest-ever depression.
It’s now nearly 16:00hrs. And I’m going to get the ablutions and medications seen to now.
I spoke with the Caregiver about whether they are doing the domestic and laundry for me. It is not known yet. The Caregiver rang the chemist again for me but could not get through this time either. He said I was now deficient on Warfarin tablets. He returned later, after contacting the chemist, with a box of Warfarin. Thanks!

Computer problems again.
The seizures were all mini, I think, anyway.
I spent hours trying to get the photos on and gave up.
I deleted all the photos taken, and in the late evening, I tried again. The computer was slow, but in the morning I could save some! Not a lot, though.

I could see things (Seeing things in clouds, Pareidoliaing).
The nature of the clouds varied in this scene.

A Cornish pastie, beetroots and French fries.
And a lemon fool dessert.
Followed by some Cheezy nibbles, and a can of shandy. I can now drink from cans again. After giving up, due to the lack of teeth, more water was going on me and the surrounding area than got down the throat. The miracle solution, you ask? The dentist didn’t want to remove all my teeth and make me dentures, so I used a straw!
Can’t see how I’d not thought of this before. Haha!

Sorry, I don’t have much on, but I did a bonus ode.

I managed to get this after-sunset photo to go on in the morning. It’s quite a different aspect in this one.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Today’s problems were eclectic,
DDDD made things so tenebrific,
Help from a carer, that was terrific👍🏻!
Seizures & DDDD were both horrific!
One call from , vitriolic,
DDDD makes me feel ‘Depressionaholic!’
I’ve never been less enthusiastic…
My thoughts confused, ever-changing, zebraic,
Carer ‘Joe’ helped me with matters urologic👍🏻,
one visit; can you beleive it!
When DDDD returned, it was dolorific.
Oh, and neurotransmitter shocks of electric!
One seizure left me soporific, almost hypnotic,
I told Matron Jackie I hope she looks into it,
I’d like them to give me a full mental audit…
With DDDD, life gets less etheric,
It concentrates on feeling depressic!
I must stop doing odes docudramatic!

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
All The Best from Inchy & Inchie, Hehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Thursday 13th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – TO THE WORLD – –
Affluence, finance, profit, I find anticlimactic,
Do I need help? Possibly neuropsychiatric?
The end of the world, although slightly dramatic,
Will it be wars or maybe something pathogenic?
It’s easy for us now to retrodict,
Did the end start with the launch of Sputnik?
Then the Cold War, the Berlin lift,
Leaders became warmongers, without a shamanic,
Of course, I write with the pen of a pedantic,
The need for alcohol and drugs to be romantic,
Humankind is to blame, clearly; it’s apodictic,
I can’t really say that this is pathetic…
Living life for pleasure, the pace is frenetic…
Citizens live or die, it’s all aleatoric,
Children crushed hiding in an attic…
No food, medications for the dying asthmatic,
Young, old, Anti-Muslim, anti-Semitic,
Terrorist Governments, Anders Breivik,
Warmongers reign, ruling more absolutistic,
Putin and Starmer are over bureaucratic…
Their compassion is theoretical, hypothetical,
Repeatedly, innocents slain, it’s almost archaic,
Families, babies, running, hiding, antidromic…
In fear, mayhap, of something atomic?
We don’t look the same; we’re not concentric…
Humans, surely we’re kindred, congeneric?
Oligarchs, weapon suppliers formed a clique,
I can see a link to things dinosauric…
The state of the world is almost phantasmagoric,
They don’t see the dangers; they’re altruistic,
We voted them into power, is it time to quetch?
Politicians self-empowering remain recidivistic,
If we all worked for peace, it would be soporific,
If this dream could come true, it’d be terrific!
We’ve no chance of ridding ourselves of the sadistic,
That makes me feel even more pessimistic…
I’ll have to stop here; I’ve got problems urologic!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Up to the neck in it. Computer problems again.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A seven onb the NHS Richter-Scale card. Hehe!

I went into the kitchen to make a brew and had to try again to take a decent moon shot. With such a dark sky, my hopes were high. Not really!
Ah, well!

Handwashed the thin dressing down.

Off to the wet room.
I started with the usual seated part of the session.

The saving brought only one cut worth mentioning.
The medicationing went fine! Really! Honest!
However, when getting the fresh PPs on;
,
I took a selfie a few minutes later with Kodak Tim 2.

From the computer, many things go wrong after the Windows update was installed. I wasted hours & hours!

The Carer arrived, Akmad or Joe, Akmad I think.

A late afternoon shot with Kodak Tim 2,
Can anyone see the creature’s face in these clouds that I can? The late Carer found it straight away. But not the other one. Nor did the nurse… I think that she thought I was pulling her leg. Until I pointed out the facial features.

I prepped the meal for later cooking.
It’s a bit of a mixture. I hope it will taste better than last night’s terrible, inedible effort. I sliced some water chestnuts with a can of beef stew with a microwave chilli con carne. I left it in the microwave cooking box in the fridge.

Then, I crossed my fingers and went on WP to start this blog. Will it let me put the early photos on, but several I took before the food snap would go on as some other file?

I have no idea what will happen. The preview is correct, but it’s all a frustrating mystery to me.

Calm looking evening.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Guten Tag!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Wednesday12th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Is it a vacation, furlough, or holiday?
Today is tomorrow, or is tomorrow today?
Is it a vacation, furlough, or a holiday?
Are politicians & their oligarchy…
Mostly skilled in deceit, greed or quackery?
Increasing their lies, & show warmongery?
Politicians greet the world’s end with alacrity…
Life is the mystery; We might die painfully,
Powers without compassion, logic or astucity!
Stating, altering, and doing things contradictorily,
Decisions with hopes turning incandescently,
They need to be examined electroencephalographically,
Nothing will stop the coming catastrophe,
I forecast the end will not be pretty…,
That’s why I wrote this little ditty,
I show not fear or lachrymosity…
Humankind’s termination is not such a pity!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
WEDNESDAY, 12th MARCH 2025
Stirred at 05:30hrs. Had a decent sleep. Sorted the catheter out but did not empty it cause I wanted the new Carer to see & grade it.

Took these three shots….
from the kitchen window.
Then…
I made a brew & reset the antique-style calendar clock.

Oh, dear…

I didn’t get to finish them, as the intercom rang.
The new carer from Inner City Care arrived.
He was a pleasant enough chap. We had a quick natter. His name was Achmad or Achmed or… (I’ll have to ask him how he spells it on tonight’s call.) My medications were given. He’s not sure if a midday visit is booked yet.

Going back into the wet room to finish the ablutions and medications, an alarm went off. I think it might have been the alarm testing, cause it soon stopped/as did my brain. I never got back to finish the ablutionings! Wot a Clot!

I got on the computer and used the Ccleaner again to get any photos onto CorelDraw. Well, I could, but it would not save them to file. No reasons were given, so I assumed the storage space was too low again. That did the trick, and as I was uploading…
Three within a minute got to me. Seconds later, I was getting on with the job, happy as a lark.

Two more mini ones, this time they left me fuddle-headed and confused to a degree. At least I realised this and stopped working on the computer for fear of going into a deeper seizure. I turned the computer to sleep mode, and before I could stand up – I’d gone into a cracking long, I assumed, Absence Seizure. Cause that is what happened. I think it lasted a good few minutes. After which I was even more puddled and out-of-it!

Things cleared a bit, & I returned to the computer.
GLOBDANGLES AND TURDSTOOLS!
I had to use the Ccleaner again to work on the photos.
Naturally, .

I lost a couple of hours, but I had been working on and making a mess of the Ode. There were no more recognisable seizures until 17:00 hrs, and that was of little bother; it was not too deep or long to get to me. The seemed lighter at times, before going into a nosedive straight into a mire of dour dejection. I’m hoping the Matron Jackie can inspire my Doctor into activity over this ailment. I pray!

Tesco order. Just three bags – £59!
Mind you, I got two bottles of cider. (Guilt)
Food, food, & food.
Medications, soda water, PPs & bleach.

Afternoon sky shots were taken over a couple of hours..
The weather was quickly changing today.
One.
It should be a balcony shower. WP or Google, although in the editor the proper photo shows, they keep shoving something else in, distorted snaps? I’m fed up with this.
What a variety!
Really dark at times today.

Awaiting the tea-time Carer. Unsure of when he will come, I can’t finish my ablutions or get a meal sorted yet.

DDDD still lingering. I’m wondering if I told her about the mood swings when we spoke about this year’s telephone appointment last week. Sarcastic? Me?

My worst effort this year, I think.
Luckily, I had earlier refilled the cookie jar with Cheesies!
I then emptied the cookie jar of Cheezies! Well, I didn’t eat much of the poorly made meal! Hehe!

Last call, Carer, ‘Joe’ got the diabetic soaks off. No medications were inquired about, but I didn’t need any anyway. I’d taken a swig of Peptac earlier to free the wind and taste from the calamitous meal.

I asked both Caregivers if they knew if the laundry, domestic, and financial help was still to be done for me. The response was negative! No, yea, or nae. They knew not. That is, if they understood my question. Bad enough as my hearing is already, I’m sometimes struggling to understand what they say to me. So, my accent must be as challenging to grasp as theirs. Joe and Akram are nice enough, lads.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Patience, Please – The End Commeth! Hehehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
TTFNski!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Tuesday 11th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I last had sex 40 years ago, in Spring,
Got shot twice in a shooting…
Cancer, so had a catheterising,
So, it ended my romancing,
Then heart operating,
The stroke, then the eyes cataracting,
I just wrote this Odeing,
For whippersnapper-advising…
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Keep lubricating & desiring,
Never stop hoping, looking or desiring,
May you both say nothing, yet you sing,
There may be spats & some ding-donging,
To keep your collusion from dwindling,
Maintain your passion and drooling,
Use tablets if something starts drooping,
Smile, say you’ll do the decorating,
Avoid any debauching & derogating,
Be you married, divorced or dating…
or living with or sharing a dwelling,
Stop your entanglements from decreasing,
Stop your romance from decaying,
Try to avoid any unwanted discharging,
You must resist being disobliging…
Rumpy-Pumpy, can be ever-deflowering,
Linger-longer, no defenestrating,
Each session should be deflagrating,
You both should be diagonalising,
After which, after doinking…
I’ll have a sulk and start depressioning!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A CONFUSIONABLEITIS RIDDEN DAY!

Put another way, a typical, everyday day!

Mystery Photo?

Not a wonk of sleep. I was tired, but it was no go!

Got up to take these moon shots.
What happened to the moon?
It must have been a cock-up from me!

Bad to bed. No kip. Up again and ate a jelly.

Early morning shots.

Gave up trying to sleep around 06:45hrs.
Catheter pouch off & emptied.
Waste bag sorted.

A stand-up wash and sry, teeth, shave (3 minor cuts), and I medicated the various regions as needed – well, I started to. Carer Richard came for the last time ever. I forgot all about not having medicated the fungal lesion and ankle ulcer. I might pay for this later. Humph!

Back to the Wet room

Kicked in and persisted on and off all day & night. Assisted in her ‘Let’s Cripple Inchie’ mission, by for the first time in a while. Naturally frequented my brain a good few times. The lack of sleep and the new Carers starting in the morning were enough to confuse and worry me. But not enough to please the other ailments. A while later, Cartilage Chloe all but had me over, and in the process of staying on my feet, I acquired a new arm bruise.

I made a prescription medication list. I must ring for some more in the morning.

Then I made an Iceland order for Tuesday 17th March, between 8 & 10:00hrs.

I went back to the computer and saw a giant ladybird on the keyboard. It had black wings with red spots. When it flew away, I felt the draft it made! Hehe!
Summer is on its way.

I had another go at changing the photograph view tp horizontal, wide. I’d tried several times before but just could not find how I did for Kodak Tim 1 on Kodak Tim 2.
Blow me down, I did it!
The food delivery arrived moments later.

Blimey, I’d bought a lot! Marmite, potato cakes, patties and a pasty. Chips, yoghourts, Parmentier potatoes. Ready meals, cheesy cobs, Milk Roll bread…
Peas, more meals, Chinese sweet & sour…
Water and roast chestnuts, cheesy cobs, drinks, and cleaning products. Boy, did I spend!

A CRACKING SEIZURE DAWNED
I actually felt it coming on. This lost me in another world for about two hours. This time, I did nothing at all. Well, when I returned to mock consciousness, I was hanging half-out of the computer chair, and my reading glasses were on the floor! So I assume some activity took place. Sometimes, I seem to carry on blogging and don’t realise I have done so; then, I have to spend ages correcting the mistakes, omissions, and gobbledygook I’ve made. Not this time. I wondered if I had just fallen asleep.
I’m sure I explained the seizures to Matron Jackie yesterday, but I can’t recall her reaction. Tsk!

Well into the afternoon, the sun attempted to come out.

The carer is due in an hour.
I’m tired and drained even more now.
I’ll get summat to eat, methinks first. Not feeling good now. Anne Gyna is still stabbing away, occasionally along with .

Belly pork and potato cakes, perhaps.
The potato cakes were terrible!
Other things were delightfully tasty!

The last Meridian Carer called, Selina.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Sleep took hours to arrive, but at least it did. I must have had at least six hours—still short and needing further catching up. But blessed, all the same! Cheers!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Cheerio, Mon Amis!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Monday 10th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I’m not coping with life’s cock & bull,
Not living life much, indeed it’s not complete,
It’s less agreeable, more allegorical,
With the ingrowing toenails on my feet!
:::::
Lonely, depressing, confusing and exilic,
Killing, wars, hating have become endemic,
Greed has now become most eclectic,
This is making me into an elegiac!
:::::
If companionship I could acquireth…
A recovery in my spirits may beginneth,
Even at 80, can life refresh?
No, I’ll just bewaileth!
:::::
To avoid getting any angrier, or angstier,
Full of failure and being depressederer,
Maybe I ought to see an augurerer?
Before I meet St. Peter?
:::::
I now struggle with things arithmetical,
As I always have with things astrophysical,
My knees and hands are all arthritical,
But I try to stay amicable.
:::::
I’ve always been something of a hypothesist,
I wanted to be a mouth organist, a harmonicist,
And was always a reader, a hermeneuticist,
And a pretty fair anecdotalist!
:::::
Nowadays, I’m incapable of getting a crescendi,
Sad as it is, at least I do know why,
But with the end of the world being well-nigh…
I worry about the survival of the tsetse fly!
:::::
I went to learn about antispyware…
There were a lot of people there…
An MP, a roadsweeper & a beefeater…
Good job it wasn’t a vegetarian affair!
:::::
I went to an anti-Starmer get-together,
We all agreed he spoke bilgewater,
We knew sadly that he wasn’t a suicider…
So we bought a steamroller to run him over!
:::::
Sir Francis died aboard ship of dysentry,
Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley & Kennedy,
Each President was assassinated, sadly…
But no one has killed Starmer yet? – alackaday!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

WARS STILL RAGE IN OUR WORLD
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Last night, I slept much shorter, but I was far less ridden with jumping awake all the time. And I did get back to sleep more quickly each time, even if tried a few times to tug out my interstitial sulcus. What was totally missing for the whole time was . A smile emanating! I considered thinking about the possibility of making the bed but chose to remove the nocturnal catheter pouch, and urine was a six on the NHS scale.

Matron Jackie and an assistant called on me.
(As did seizures, dizziness and Anne Gyna)
I struggled to follow things with two voices to listen to.
Matron Jackie will try to get me help with hospital visits and doing the ablutions.

Seizures increased after they had gone.
Confused, I did not make any notes.
Did take some photos. Not necessarily in the order put on this blog, Confusion Konrad to blame.

Misty morning.

Clock-Calendar changed.

Waste sorted.

The spuds were readied and put in the slow cooker.

Evening shot.

Nine hours later, I made the first mug of tea.
Realised I’d turned the slow cooker on to boil the spuds but left them on the old cooker.
This could happen to any other idiot, you know! Hehehe!

It was yet another busy day, but little got done.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Keep Safe! – Kia Haumaru!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Inchy Today: Thursday 6th March 2025

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Inchy: Grim, can’t you ring the bell before you visit?
Grim: Well, that wouldn’t look very authentic!
Inchy: Ah, I can see the logic…
Grim: Anyroad, it’s some good luck for you, Inchy, that I’ve come to transmit!
Inchy: Oh, goodie, I don’t usually good news rhetoric.
Grim: The H&H ‘Hearafter Selection Committee’ usually has a maximum percentage allowed, and it’s strict.
Inchy: Yes, tell me in plain language, not contorted or overscholastic…
Grim: Well, our auger & accountant tells us of a coming peace treaty, and we’ll need someone up there with us to keep the score in the following Oligarch-inspired war. Well, Heaven and Hell still use Windows 3.
Inchy: Yes, tell me tell me…
Grim: Don’t talk to me like that, all antagonistically!
Inchy: Sorry, but I’m excited. Accept my apology!
Grim: We don’t have anyone up there who can remember Windows 3; it changes almost daily.
Inchy: You mean Word and Excel? Have I heard what you said correctly?
Grim: It’s difficult for the computer to run with no electricity!
Inchy: What? H & H both exist powerlessly?
Grim: Well, heaven did a deal with Hell, and they get the politicians, Oligarchs and murderers to produce the power using pedal power, and all for free.
Inchy: Hehehe!
Grim: We use a power system called Cyclistically to make our own electricity.
Inchy: Do they have to cycle for eighteen-hour shifts? Is there no food or drink? Will they be beaten about the head if they go too slowly?
Grim: Aye, they cycle 24/7/7, abundantly!
Inchy: Heavens & Hell, that news pleases me!
Grim: Now we can fit you in surreptitiously,
If you promise to use Window 3 Inchy, secretly.
Inchy: I’ll work diligently if you just take me away.
From this hellhole of an earth & cruel life…
I’ve been denied a wife, get ailments & strife…
But would my health, mental & physical, revive?
Grim: We’ll never know. You won’t be alive…
Inchy: How will I cope with computer & hardrive?
Grim: If you pass St. Peter’s inquisition, you’ll thrive!
Inchy: I’ll thrive but not be alive! Is that coercive?
Grim: Don’t tell me you’re feeling apprehensive?
It’s an alternative, a sort of imitation life…
Inchy: It’s Earth life that I’m not coping with!
Grim: You’ll find things are different, cosmocratic,
Inchy: Will the souls be kind & communistic?
Grim: They certainly will not be consumeristic,
Inchy: Is that good? Bad? It seems to contradict,
Grim: You really want to stay on Earth’s cesspit?
Inchy: No, no, no! Look at me, I’m cadaveric.
I’ll come with you, even if this is all a trick!
Grim: I’ll tell summat else to make you ecstatic,
Inchy: Please do, Grim. Make me aware,
Grim: One of your jobs when you get up there…
Will be a sort of aged welcoming au pair,
Doing one-to-one interviews, as an assessor,
Deciding which sole will go where…
To Heaven, & peace everafter…
Or to hell, specifally to be a cycler,
You’ll sentence each one, whomsoever,
I’ll assure you can Starmer!
I’ll ensure Starmer gets you as an interviewer!
Inchy: Great, I’m ready when you are!
Grim: Sorry, I was pulling your leg.
Still, I’ve made you so much cheerier!
Inchy: You little monkey, you’re getting cheekier!
Grim: Anyway, if I took you now, you’d miss Keir’s funeral & not be able to be the cheerleader!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
3 To Find – In Nine Seconds.
I think that’s a little short.
It took me nine minutes to get them all!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Smoked ham on non-butter buttered cheesy topped rolls. With sliced Natoora black tomatoes. Sea salted.
With cooked beetroot and battered mashed potatoes.
A pot of lemon & lime yoghourt last night.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Two Natorra tomatoes left to have later.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A decent 6 hours of sleep and a few wake-ups, but not due to . Not a lot of them anyway.

Removed from the day pouch, and from then on, I started so many tasks in a short space of time and made many errors. For example, after I started sorting the waste bags out. Got three bags into one and intended to do the other two. But no, not me. I found myself with my head in the oven cleaning the racks. I say I found myself because obviously one of the seizures had got a hold of me; the last thing I remember doing before this was taking the first bag to the door. And was going to sort the front room bins. I looked in the room, and they had not been done.
It gets better! I returned to the kitchen to see what I’d done with the oven and found a tap had been left running and a nightshirt in the sink. Since the water was cold, I assumed I must have been rinsing after washing the Kagoul. I rinsed the shirt and wrung it out, ready to put it on a coathanger to drip dry in the wet room… I reckon it caused me a bout of vertigo as I removed the shirt from the sink to the bowl. No need to tell you, but I will: I dropped the bowl, water all over the floor and me, and the monitoring station came through to tell me the water leak alarm had activated. It took me a minute or two to regain my balance sufficiently to reach the monitor.

I never recovered from this bout all day long. A new fear gripped me, and it was amazing that I didn’t take a tumble again. I sat down for a minute or two and changed the clock-calendar on the computer desk.

I was soon back in the kitchen, sorting out the mess. Then I got a look at the oven that I’d come round to, to find I was working on cleaning it.
What a mess! I’d put some foam spray cleaner on everything, but then I found the bottle label that read, “WARNING: For Bathroom & Toilet Cleaning Only!”
So, I spent ages getting it off and drying the oven.

A nagging douby that I was going to, or needed to do something, lasted for about ten-seconds. Then I made my way to the wet room to get the ablutions, medications and Porcelain Throne duties done.
The Porcelain Throne was not even sat on.
However, I managed a gentle shave and only caught the head patches from yesterday’s tumble a few times. The shaving was done so gingerly that I might not have bothered.
The neck growth felt the same to my touch as before I’d shaved! The went okay. And… I got the fresh PPs on without any falls, stumbles or droppages!

A Caregiver arrived, and I remembered that I needed to hang the Kagoule on the wetroom shower rails to dry. So, after the carer had medicated me, I got another kagoule washed and hung it up with the other in the wet room.
I wasn’t with it at all today. I thought about making a brew of Glengettie, but then I remembered I’d not taken the waste bags to the chute yet. So, I did!
There were no traps on my fingers or my hand. And no walking into the doorframes. 2.

Carer Sam arrived. Took the laundry down for me, bless her.

A belated, unexpected series of Mini-Seizures visited me. After all the work I’d done today to try to catch up, for about four hours I was… was, well, erm… in and out-of-it. When in, I had to try to sort out what’d gone while I was out of it… but would go out of it before I could get an angle on what I’d been doing when I was out-of-it the time before; if anything.
I just read the above, and Blanety-Blank came to mind.

I made a meal, Sweet and sour chicken Chinese style. I boiled and added some potatoes and a small jar of Hoisin and spring onion sauce. I bought it years ago; I can’t find a use-by date. Then, I also decided to have some potato waffles on the side. So, I did! I was so hungry.
When I was about to fetch Kodak Tim 2, the Carer arrived, and I forgot to photograph the meal. Tsk!

Cocked things up again.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Cheers!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –