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Inchy, who is known as a prognosticator,
What’s less known is that Inchy is a wangateur,
A telepathist, a character and mind-reader,
I ought to have been a parapsychologist…
Instead of a street gaslight lighter & snuffer,
I’m not a crystal gazer or tea-leaf reader,
A future events forecaster, a Heralder,
A good but mostly sinister, fatal harbinger,
Events given, we can still outmanoeuvre,
World unity will be needed, so that doesn’t matter.
The world will end, the central orchestrator?
Oligarchs, America, China and Russia,
Israel, Middle East unrest, & Starmer,
Before the end, there’ll be many more slaughtered,
These facts are not exactly spirit-transmitted,
I got them when the Grim Reaper visited,
Trump made his move for Canada…
Planning on attacking Greenland later,
China went for Japan, India & Malaysia,
As Poland was attacked by Russia,
Starmer hid in Number 10’s nuclear shelters,
Food & air for years, but no backhanders,
Filled in his expenses claim form first,
As the rockets, missiles, & bombs burst,
Sipped his Dom Perignon Oenotheque Champagne,
Being PM suddenly seemed so nongermane,
It didn’t take him long to go insane…
Rayner cut his throat to put him out of pain…
Named herself a P.M., covered Keir with a soutane,
“We may yet be saved by the transundane”,
Farage smiled & told her to shut up again.
They felt the Russian “углубиться глубоко” land,
“углубиться глубоко” means to Drill Down Deep,
After this, we never heard a peep!
Earth burst open, the burning core…
Shot out never to be seen again, anymore,
Now that is total annihilation!
Humankind, well and truly all gone,
No worries, jealousy, or smoked bacon!
No murders, kidnapping, or need for a battlewagon,
Freedom, though nobody to show appreciation,
No armies, faiths, greed, or any basilicon,
No medical apparatus needing calibration,
No struggling with the Catheter contraption,
No canceration, concern, or cannibalisation,
Just an eerie trace of capitulation,
No one to tell of humankind’s cessation,
Well, apart from this Ode, or citation!
No colloquium, symposium, or association,Souls within, annoyed, bothered, exasperated,
Peeved, resentful, their thoughts bifurcated,
Heaven or hell, where would you have bivouacked?
Hell or Heaven, neither is a fact…
Words human written and changed, people beguiled,
Why was there no returning Lord?
But, there’s no need for me to overboard,
No fear now, no gun, poison, or sword!
No hackers for us to be threatened,
No battles, no victors, and no defeated,
No choices of drink, no water, vin ordinaire,
No pretender, prizewinner, or purloiner,
No more sausages to mix up with hostages,
No, Glengettie, Grizelda, toast or Tizer,
No feeling iller, sadder or perkier,
No seizures, depressions, or medications,
No regulations, regurgitations, or rehabilitations,
No more fungal lesions or mental visions,
No struggling in making decisions,
For tellurians, I found no justifications,
But adored children, puppies & kittens,
In later years, so little jollification,
Starmer was ruining the UK nation,
I felt I was existing, living in isolation,
Carers and nurses have my laudation,
Oligarchs have my destestation,
I’ll be gone, so no more prophetisation,
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I got even further behind with yesterday’s blog.
(Tomorrow I’ll get even more behind!) Aargh!
Bare threads, just some snaps. I eventually got the computer to read.
Night bag.
Morning kitchen view.
Later morning.
Lymphorrhoea Leslie shot taken by my Carer Joe.
It’s not blood coming through the plaster to the cover. It’s a leakage of lymph fluid from the skin’s surface, often appearing as beads or a trickle of fluid, especially in areas affected by Lymphedema. (That’ll be mine) This condition can result from high pressure within the tissues due to Lymphedema, causing the skin to become compromised and leak fluid. It’s essential to manage lymphorrhoea to prevent skin damage and infection. See how knowledgeable I am?
Well, I Googled and copied it, Hehe!
All the other tries to do the latter photos failed, but maybe later tomorrow, my temperamental reader will start to work again. (It didn’t!)
All three trips to the 
were controlled by 
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evacuation to be forced. But spending more time than ever cleaning things up.
I just can’t win, can I? Haha!
Carer Ejaz, Joe, Joe again, then Ejaz, today.
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Healthy & Unhealthy Selection Tonight.
Cheesy roll with roast ham & no-butter butter.
Onions, mashed potato chunks, cooked crispy in the oven. Five different (one of each) varieties of Isle of Man tomatoes. And a naughty but delicious Silasian pre-cooked hostage… No, no…sausage. I just thought I put this in so Herr Pensioner & Farmer robber, Herr Starmer, can feel less of a fool for his gaffe. Hehehehehe!
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May Your Day Develop Delightfully!
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Some people are far too cold-blooded,
Thursday gone noon. No photos were being recognised again on the Computer, but a few were on Thursday afternoon. Very weird!
Hashed potato chunks. The red spring onion was massive and so strong, it was lovely! Two ready-to-eat Silesian sausages. Salt & vinegared. I ate two cheesy-topped bread rolls with them, no fillings needed.
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Things were different back in the day,
Nocturnal pouch.
Morning view.
Health Checks are all good, 
Leg wound.
Food delivery.
Tomatoes.
More Tomatoes, cheesy rolls.
Gorgeous garden peas!
Leg after Matron Jackie’s visit.
Sandra’s Mini Seizures played with and stayed with me as soon as I gave up on blogging, intending to make something to eat…
Took a shot of the view late evening.
Two delicious cheesy-topped, no-butter buttered rolls with tomatoes inside, three Silasain sausages, pickled mushrooms, last of the cooked bacon, and some of the potato chunks done in the oven. 
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WHAT AM I SAYING? DID I EVER HAVE A GOOD DAY?
The damned TV went off!
The area affected looked like it was spreading. No bleeding, however, but body water was leaking out of the Lymphorrhoea Linda patch where I hit in the Accifauxpas. It was soon stinging. Some blood veins were protruding in the lower leg near the ankle and on the foot. Not that I was overly concerned, as the Liberty-Global-owned Virgin Media TV going down yet again annoyed me. I put the computer back on and asked Google if Virgin Media was experiencing an outage in my area. It told me, “There have been Virgin Media supply problems in your area today”. Providing me with a list of contacts to reach out to for details.
I went to celebrate after Joe had departed. Taking this shot of the evening view on offer from the kitchenette window.
while eating it. 
An hour or so later, I’d retrieved the microwave dish and the stew from the kitchen floor and mopped it. I m
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AT LEAST MAINLY
What a fantastic sight!
This looked much worse than it was.
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I got the nocturnal catheter pouch off the day bag. A perfect colour this morning. Later confirmed by the Carer as 3.5.
I started with a Porcelain Throne visit. A complete reversal this time. Super messy, nae, Mega-Messy. No chance of any crosswording this morning. By the time I had cleaned myself and the porcelain, the visit had cost me half an hour.
Body washed. The teeth & throat gargled. The nasal clearout was done. 
lot less painful.
Glengettie tea, and changed the calendar clock. Next, I started the Health Check routine. 
I got the computer on, and Carer Manpreet arrived.
Well, the current confusion felt similar. I took a snap of the view from the kitchen.
into the kitchen to check the taps, etc. The rain was falling as the sun went down lower. I was going to take photos but decided 
against it because the sun was bright and might affect my eyes’ health due to My Glaucoma. Carer Manpreet kindly took these shots from the kitchenette window, capturing both the rain and the sun for me. She also 
sneaked this shot on the left here, of yours truly, as I was prepping the meal for cooking. Kind of her.
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HIS MIND MEANDERS OVER THE END
Removed the attached nocturnal pouch from the day bag and saved some before emptying it for the Carer to assess/grade.
Had to divert to the Porcelain Throne.
yesterday to start the motion. So, a chance to have a long session with the crossword. A not very successful one, I have to admit. About 20 minutes later, the activity began, so slowly and painfully again. 5 more minutes and the last of the clumps of four almost rectangular-shaped fairly-solid turds had hit the water, Phew! 
Cleaned up, did a bit of medicating, and off the kitchenette, I hobbled.
week. Well, not if it was icy or snowing. Then I opened the balcony end window to take a view of the car park’s dead end. I caught some of the flats on the corner. Again, there is a scarcity of birdlife for some unknown reason. But the good thing was that no seagulls were squawking about searching for squirrels, mice and smaller birds for breakfast. I expect them to arrive soon, as they seem to come inland for the wintertime, as soon as it begins to get cold on the seacoast.
I got on with updating yesterday’s Thursday blog.
Carer Elaz turned up.
Adding some mushroom ketchup and gently a drop of the liquid gravy thickener. The bottle just went through my fingers the moment I felt Colin Cramps kicking of in my fingers. Dropping the bottle into the food tray. Splashing some contents out onto the stove, floor, my slippers, and dressing gown.
It looked horrible. But I ate most of it. Not the bread!
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Yet another night of ever-jumping-awake, despite my tiredness, which helped me get back to sleep after each jerking awake in a reasonably short time. But there were so many of them. Dark Dank Depression Duncan came into the equation, and the periods of bliss were getting shorter every time. 
I noted that the catheter’s nocturnal drainage pouch urine was a lighter colour for a change this morning. Last night’s overtiredness had left some of its debris, and it took a while for me to gain semi-clarity, but I did.
bag off of the leg with no bother at all! The cartilage pain seemed to be on holiday. Hehe!
throne, another long job. Still, minimal cleaning up is needed. Although, I did notice that the walking stick’s ferrules were leaving dark marks on the wetroom floor. I used the four-pronged Metal Mickey stick. I’ll have to give that a wash afterwards; it made a right mess.
I started with the medicationings. And again, things went well once more, well, obviously not the Ointmenting of Little Inchies fungal lesion. That is usually the major paingiver. Harold’s Haemorrhoids handle the Germoloid ointment well. My Spanish Onion-sized right testicle almost welcomed the Savlon creaming. I couldn’t reach all the barrier cream-needing areas. I’ll ask the Carer to do them 
later for me. 
I let him soak in the sink for a while with spirit vinegar, bleach and washing-up liquid mixed in.
I filled bottles of spring water and a brew of 99 tea. Then, I got the computer on. But not for long. I got an unexpected rumbling-innards call back 
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I checked on my cooking avgolemono,
So few clouds today were on show,
Parking spaces are free, that’s not usually so
I got it all put away,
I’ll not starve today,
Dusk already, where went the day?
With bread and sausages, too!
Urine assessment, colourful…
The kitchen view is not so colourful,
Calendar clock, just before my first tumble,
So glad I got the Copse shot; it is beyond beautiful,
Made room for the next delivery, but minimal,
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