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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 . Which meant saving time waiting for a
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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HIS MIND MEANDERS OVER THE END
I thought caring was good. Am I right?
Then I had a dream about this last night,
1941 Russia cared to attack Ukraine,
2014, Then later, Putin did it again…
Will he decide to go nuclear?
With the Middle East, end up a sandy billabong?
Who profits from this bloody bifurcation?
Oligarchs assuring weapons and ammunition?
Babies die of bullets and malnutrition,
There is no longer any safe bastion…
For the innocent, proletariat or bezonian,
No escaping the warmonger’s bothrium…
Aggressors scorn corroboration or cooperation,
It bodes gloom and fear for every citizen,
I can envisage only total annihilation,
Deaths & suffering is not in the emotional equation,
Compassion is beyond the Oligarch’s abilities,
And the aggressive, belligerent militarists,
The pouting of the toothless jingoists,
Thinking they are safe, hidden in the West,
How do they respond to the confrontationists?
They threaten with undoable, timid threats,
They likely read this in the Readers Digest,
What to do? They haven’t the slightest…
Attack or cower? Well, cometh the hour,
They’ll likely be having an all-nighter…
In a Downing Street nuclear bomb shelter,
Starmer will be busy taking a back-hander…
Trump may be consulting a witch or auger,
The chances of peace getting absurder,
Russian troops move into the French border,
Missiles launched from every western power,
The sky glows, then the earth will shatter…
St. Peter’s job is going to get busier!
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04:25hrs: The senile old chap woke up and fumbled his way out of the hospital bed that he could not recall getting into last night. Sad, innit?

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.
Constipation Conrad is still in control. And, just as reluctant as 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.
Where I took two photos of the excellent green ground surrounding the flat. The tree copse on the left, with the gravel footpath I used to walk up every day of the 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.
Luckily, getting up early again, I was able to finish it and send it off before any of the Carer’s arrived.

Carer Elaz turned up.
Medications were issued to me. They went down without any bother today. Then Ejaz did some barrier creaming. We both agreed that the catheter leg bag changes would be on Tuesdays from here on.

ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgruppenführeress Warden, and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, came to conduct an Alert Alarm Check Test with Nottingham City Homes Control. She got an engaged tone! That was a first! I mentioned the high blood pressure, and she reviewed the Excel sheet. Dean called Matron Jackie for me and explained the worries. Matron said she would call me on Monday to check things out. That was kind of Deana and Matron. Also, it prevents me from forgetting to ask Carer Joe when he comes in a while. 

Back to the blogging. I was well into deleting photographs from the WordPress Gallery to save storage space, as it was blocking everything I wished to do. I’d deleted, well, I imagine, fifty graphics when Carer Joe arrived.
He checked out the Amazon catheter muslin leg bags he’d ordered for me. Finding out that they were indeed small-sized ones, I. The ones with a blue line are Large, and the brown line is medium. Comparing the ones I bought with the ones I’m wearing proved to us that we should have ordered medium or large, which are naturally more expensive. They look awfully narrow to me. Ah, well, we’ll see on Tuesday how they fit. Might be okay.

Pie in the sky on TV, I’ll make summat to eat and dine while watching it. A Favourite of mine.
Preparing this meal had its Accifauxpas moments!.
ONE: I dropped the pot with the garden peas in it. The peas that fell (20 or so) spread out all over the floor. I swore! Cleaning up, I counted the retrieved peas. All six of them. It was like ants feeling after being disturbed. How the peas knew the shortest route to get under the freezer, cooker, and cabinet is beyond my comprehension. I continued (Still cursing) to make the meal. Irish Stew, the last can. Scrapped out the fat from the top of the tin. Put the contents in a microwave-safe dish, added the gravy I had made, and stirred it…
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.
I was losing heart and interest now!
However, I think I kept up the tirade of expletives, & blaspheming throughout my cleaning-up session.
I took off the mould from the bread. Saving a good few slices. Which dwindled each time I spotted more green mould as I dunked them in the stew while eating. Grumph! As you can see in the photo, I poured the contents into a clean, smaller bowl and the slices of bread on the small tray.
It looked horrible. But I ate most of it. Not the bread!

The tiredness was dawning early again today. I turned off the computer and went to wash the pots.
I’d left the hot water faucet/tap running again!
So, no ablutions could be done.
But, as soon as Pie in the Sky had finished showing, sleep, heavenly sleep came easily.
About two hours later, I recall having a weird but satisfying dream about Grizelda! We were doing things that I could no longer physically do, and boy, I was in euphoria!
The landline ringing dragged me from ecstasy.
It was Carer Ejaz. This morning, it was a lift out of action; now, the intercom on the outer foyer was not working. The lad could not get in! He asked me to go down to let him in. Which I did! I didn’t see a soul on my trip down to the foyer, let him in, and we went back up to the flat. Medications were issued, and barrier creaming was sorted. Quick body check. Now, the lad being even further behind with his rounds, Ejaz departed.

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Have a Great Day!
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I looked from my kitchenette window,
Viewing my favourite tree copse below,
I checked on my cooking avgolemono,
Listened to the bird’s calling in arioso,
But not a single one was in view, though,
My hectic life went into adagio,
So few clouds today were on show,
Why? Well, nature would know,
Someone gave their car hooter a blow…
Down photo the cars in this banlieue,
Parking spaces are free, that’s not usually so
To the left, my camera did go,
Bushes, animals in the undergrowth,
Squirrels, birds, insects, I imagine,
Foxes, beavers, fungi & moles may be hiding,
I had to stop, to do my abluting,
Constipation Conrad, painful to get moving,
Medications, Morphine, Furosomide, Amoxicillin,
Lansoprazole, Peptac, and Warfarin,
Beta Blockers, Ramipril & Codeine,
Olive oiled the ears, Phorpain & Atorvastatin,
Various body parts needed barrier-creaming,
Harold Haemorrhoids needed Germoloiding, 
Eyes sprayed and nasal drops squirting,
Little Inchies fungal lesion ointmenting,
By the time it was done, I felt done in,
Food arrived from Mr Sainsbury,
I got it all put away,
I’ll not starve today,
Dusk already, where went the day?
This arrived for the Carer’s to see…
It came from the NHS for me,
IF YOU FIND ANYONE IN A SEIZURE
Grand meal at the end of the day, Irish Stew,
With bread and sausages, too!
Garden peas added, more than a few,
Today, there was less ballyhoo.

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Fare Thee Well
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