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05:00hrs: I stirred into ersatz life, belched, and the need for the Porcelain Throne was detected. So, out of the ÂŁ300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable from, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner, and hobbled to the wet room. Where 
the 
was immediately utilised.
I felt the need to rush a bit to get seated… but was wrong! Things didn’t, and wouldn’t move for ages! The crossword puzzle was tried… then counting the cracks on the ceiling (48 today). Used the spyglass to read some of the labels on the medications and cleaners. And still, no movement! I went back to the crossword book, but my concentration was not good, and I didn’t get a single new solution; but, I found a spelling mistake.
Finally, after a marathon wait, things started progressing. Grindingly slowly, and painfully! 
were stinging, but not a drop of blood was found during the cleanup! Which cheered me up a smidgeon! I got nervous about what I did earlier in the kitchen, and the 
routine took over.
I went to check on the taps, heaters etc. and found nothing untoward. I did spot the morning view, though.
A got the Lumix out and took a few photographs of the scene on view.
The first (top) one was spoilt by my 
and the following shakes and trembles.
However, the next two came out shudder-free, despite a short visit from 
for a moment. She often follows the neurotransmitter’s performance.
I made a mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, left it to brew, and had to nip back to the wet room for another wee-wee. 
I had such a massive leak after the main attraction that by the time I’d got cleaned and back to the brew, it had gone stone cold! I ditched the tea, washed the cup, and got a bottle of spring water instead.
Despite the much lower SYS at 146, the assessment chart still put me in a higher in the red-zone area?
Sam arrived. Had a little chinwag.
I went back to blogging.
Well, that was a nice break from 
, I’ve not heard a bang, clout or thud for over an hour… he’s back now, though.
I got myself in the right pickle again, with grammar errors, formatting cock-ups.. and with the accompaniment of 
bashing away at me. Grrr!
The regular Iceland Man arriveth! He popped the bags into the kitchenette for me; bless him. I insisted he take a thank you; he chose a can of Fanta orange. I soon started emptying the four bags. The small bananas were large ones. The three Bread thins were two and substituted with one of the two for a pound, cobs, but I got charged full price for not buying two, which I didn’t ask for in the first place. The flipping Iceland fiddle me every time! They were short of one oven bake long-life cobs, so I lost the offer price on those as well!
All of Richard’s stuff was correct, Tsk! Jealousy! He got all of his meat burgers! Still, he’s a good lad. I had to buy the imitation lamb burgers again. They still have no No-Bull brand burgers sack in stock. It doesn’t bother me, though; Oh! No! I’m not jealous!
? I got everything stored away. They made one slip-up, mind you. They had both jars of Passata sauce with herbs that were on offer if you bought two. Hehehe! I got the oven warming up for later to cook the seasoned with peppers chips later. Then, back to the computer… But!
I find that the distinguished-looking number-cruncher, smoke & mirrors operator, Con-man, who just has no idea how to get an Internet Service working anything-like reliably, and he still gets his $23.6 million salary, plus bonuses, shares in the company and expense account; Is so easy to hate!
Must concentrate on cooking now. Oh, I’ll just check to see if Amazon is still delivering today on the tracker. I’d estimate the ETA as about three or four hours. Amazon says by 21:00hrs now, not 22:30hrs. We’ll see!
Lumix back working… it beats me, but cheered me up. Took this shot of the evening view.
Made the meal, and a tasty looking one it was, too. But… looks can be deceiving. As was the case with this beautiful-looking plate of crap!
These chips were inedible! Co-op Salt & Pepper ready side meal. Unless you can cope with viciously flavoured capsicums and white pepper soaked into your chips, I’d give these a wide birth if I was you. Foul is the word I was looking for to describe these. Putrid and troat-burning, too!
I put this photo on the left of the cruel, tongue-burning aforementioned lethal suicide-inducing chips; As a Warning to anyone thinking of trying them.
Only diehard Pepperholics can cope with the red-hot taste of these.
The veg-pasties and tomatoes were alright, though. Bearing in mind that these are all I ate from the plate… Well, I did eat two chips… well, put them in my mouth and spat them out. The first one, 
, and it was so bad, I tried another, thinking I may have swallowed a dead dung beetle, and couldn’t believe how foul the first one tasted. Overall, a taste rating of 2.2/10. That was for the tomatoes and pastie.
I looked up why people are addicted to Chillies and got this: Chilli Peppers contain capsaicin, a natural chemical that sends a burning sensation from the nerve endings in the mouth to the brain. The body defends itself against this pain sensation by secreting endorphins, natural painkillers that cause a physical “rush” – a high that keeps us craving for more. It’s claimed to be a far better uplifter than the effects of cannabis & CBD, according to the ASM (American Monthly Scientist) magazine. Not for me; a can of chilli-con-carne I can just about cope with, but never again on chips! Indigestible, nasty unpalatable, unpleasant and horrible! I imagine my Cyber-Mate, Tim, would have devoured these with glee. He is a definite Pepperholic!
I got the unwanted meal into three bags and those into a black bag, sealed it up, and limped down to the waste chute and deposited it.
I did want it to burst open and get the caretakers high with the aroma or spill on them and burn through their overalls onto their flesh. Hehehe!
I tried again to go onto WordPress Reader, but it would not let me in again?
Sleep was again resistant to my pleas.
, and 
Achromatopsia Archie to contend with… the only excuse I could think of. Hahaha! I delayed making the brew, so I could get the 
done.
Sounded the ♫Oh, Susana ♫ tune and came into the room. He was splitting the time between coughing and yawning this morning, poor bloke.
I took a bag into the kitchen to get Richard’s treats packed up. As I got underneath the door frame, I collapsed on both knees! No dizziness nor Neuropathic leg dancing, and no idea what had caused it? Hit my head on the way down. And within moments, 
The flipping Lumix camera has stopped working again! 
⑤ 
I actually deleted all of the 80-40-0 icons from the computer! Permanently! I had to spend hours making new ones on CorelDraw, getting them on WordPress, and sizing each one of 32 tags individually before using them! 
The Lumix us working again? This is baffling me. Then again, a lot of things do that nowadays!
Jenny called on the landline; the last of the glasshouse tomatoes had arrived, and she kindly said she’d pop some up doe me later on. ♥ Bless her. She’s so kind to me.
burst from the door chime. Jenny had brought them up and left them outside 
the door. And they were super-duper tasty! She even skipped in a Cadbury creme egg for me. Hahaha!
, came in. She got the medications sorted, and we had a little natter and a laugh about something or other. Sam took her choice of drinkies and nibbles on her way out.
Ahhh!
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! Could I find the 
recorded Blood Pressure, I may have lost concentration and placed it in a different place?
, when I found that both of the belts were now too small to go around my ever-ballooning waistline. I knew I had two belts that fitted last week and seem to think I hung them over the clothes racks, again no joy. 
I continued searching for the belts, confident that I had left them in that room, no question in my warped little mind. (At the time) Half an hour later, I gave up and went to make a brew of Glengettie tea.
I’d forgotten abbot the search for the missing Boot’s Sphygmomanometer. Huh! Getting side-tracked, losing the plot and simply forgetting things, I seem to have got into an art form nowadays! 
Well, the only places not searched were the hallway, three-wheeler-walker trolley, and the wet room. Back into Sherlock Holmesian Mode, 
‘Thud’; I clouted the shoulder on the doorframe again! Which, of course, immediately and painfully set off 
I rubbed some Phorpain Gel into the shoulder and looked around for absconded, escaped Boot’s Sphygmomanometer.
flipping 
. That’s something else that’s variable, different in nature every sitting. Haha! 
And talk about bleeding; I’ve not lost that much in a session for ages. A smidge worrying cause it wasn’t the deep red one usually gets and associates with, 
Not that there is any point in telling my doctor. If I walked into her surgery with my head under my arm, they’d make an appointment for three weeks’ time. Then it would be cancelled and rearranged for a fortnight later. Then I’d forget about it… Worra life!
Not that I needed telling, well, I wasn’t told. A simple mistake by the caller with the days. But anguish and worry for me. Now in the bad books with of all places, the Doctors surgery again! Desperation makes me waffle; what can I do to get any help? The day was getting really 
light now. I went to the kitchenette and took the top photograph here of the cloudy sky.
Then this one from the balcony. Straight ahead, I caught a piece of balcony plastic in this one. 
Then to the end window, which I failed to open, trapping my fingers trying to do so.
Arrived. I’d been looking forward to seeing him today as well. But disgustingly, all I did was moan and grumble about my plight at first. As soon as saw how tired out he was… the repeated yawns and the vacant look on his face gave me a clue. He was so worn out, poor devil. I don’t think he was listening anyway. Don’t blame him either, even though I’m sick a tired of my whinging! He got his treats; all the lad wanted was to get home and try and get some sleep. Wished him good luck as he departed.
was at it again with his mechanical concertos. The noise was varied for a minute or two, decorated the tune with some clunk thuds. He serenaded me with some delightful whining noises, then back to the tap-tapping, with the odd thud thrown in
Sadly, I used the last of the chips and no-fish fish sticks in this meal. 
. It was a wonderful experience… but ♫ Oh, Susana ♫ chimed from the door chime, and the 
, Tsk! So I did them.
It used to amaze me how with Fries making such a pathetic mess of running Virgin Media, he go an increase in salary and bonuses. (see left graphic) 
to get to sleep!
was also needed a visit.
another lump out of the double molar, which also bled away! It was bleeding long after I’d finished the ablution and got dressed. 
. Very tender! Duodenal Donald and Anne Gyna were being sweethearts this morning. And Dizzy Dennis, 
, and the recent nuisance 
was nice and calm, too! Worrying innit?
I went to make a brew of Glengettie tea and took this photograph of the dark dank morning out there. To me, it looked nothing like on here when I viewed it on the viewer screen on the camera. Most disappointed in my efforts, I thought it would be much sharper?
Arrived. Richard was in the much better form today. We had a netter and chinwag. Seemed to go on for ages. I enjoyed us putting the world to rights. Hehehe! Took his lesser-filled treats bag with him, taking the waste bag with him. I think I mentioned something to him as he went down the lobby, and I have a feeling it was about something important, but I’m blown if I can remember what it was about now.
I got out the 
Boot’s Sphygmomanometer, manufactured by ZDEAC (Zhongshan Daguan Electrical Appliance Company Ltd) in Guangdong, China, out and working. And what a change in the figures today!
Can’t read the advice I found on the web; when I zoom in, it gets more blurred than ever.
I got a great dollop of Phorpain gel
Made myself some rice, added mushrooms and a bit of BBQ sauce.
Nonetheless, I stayed awake. I did come close to nodding off a couple of times, but on the first occasion, 
started banging about upstairs and woke me. I think this is when I took these two photos?
must have been around then. Both of and from the balcony.
Sam arriving. Despite the rude awaking, I was glad to see Sam. Who dealt me the medications, and she closed the curtains for me. Choice of nibbles in thanks.
but I’d forgotten to take a pen with me. Humph!
Well, Tsk!
Warden & Skiing Champion Deana called. To tell me the changed confirmed dates and times of the Doctor’s appointments. 
Sam, or erm… yes, I’m sure it was; arrived, not pressing the door tune button again! She’ll be the death of me. Talk about making me jump! 
, I’ve not done the 
yet, Humph! Better get on with them then – no rest for the wicked!
Well, I put in the analyser… Oh, dearie me!
Got some chips and veggie burgers into the oven. Going to have tomatoes, and the fresh raw garden was with it. 
Dementia Doreen in their head. Tsk! 
I made up the somewhat larger than planned meal, got it on the tray, but could not resist eating some of the fresh raw pod peas before taking it through to the front room.
imagine?
I washed things up and returned to the second-hand, ÂŁ300, c1968, overwhelmingly-sickeningly beige coloured, tatty, uncomfortable, wobbly-recliner. Then walloped and rubbed in a lot of my Phorpain gel. The knee pain was still bad, although it was getting less blotchy and coloured all the time. 
To help me sleep; if Sweet Morpheus allows me to… less pain should mean fewer waking-ups. 
Hehehe! I’m sorry I bothered you now. All the 
I’ve just two pairs of the not-so-effective Morrisons PPs left.
These Depend Comfort type Protection Pants are not as thick as the chunky show-through your trousers Morrison ones.
I got down in the recliner and dropped off in no time! Great! Besides that, apart from one waking for a wee-wee that had what felt like gallons of 
, Hehehe, I was in the land of nod for about six hours.
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I woke in need of a wee-wee. Assessed the time I’d had sleeping; 3-hours… better than two!
While waiting for the after-leaking to stop, it took a while; I remembered the 
food delivery coming twixt 07:00>08:00hrs.
So, I got the sphygmomanometerisationing tended to. 
When I entered the results into the NHS DVT site, it would not let me put in 39 for the DIA, just told me that DIA has to be a minimum of 40. Please check your figures! So, I put 40 in to get a graph up. How frustrating to know that I must be dead with a 39 Reading. Of course, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. 
At least I know that’s two of us old uns that is still alive. The arrogant, noisy snotty Herbert from above started a tap-tapping, clunk concerto. 
The view from the kitchenette window was so like an oil or water painting this morning. A Constable, mayhaps? Which reminds me, I’ve not seen a policeman on foot in Sherwood since January. No wonder crime has risen!
The intercom flashed, and it was the William Morrison order arriving. One of the most disappoin
The men, through the goods into the two delivery boxes, naturally with cakes going in first, to be squashed by blah and water bottlers.
Got the things sorted and put away, but t’was not easy. 
of the Jacob’s Leicester Cheese cheddar biscuits. I bought four packets, as they are my favourites. Taking them out of the box. Do you notice only three on the counter?
Glad to report they have not substituted the Roast Vegetable Risotto, another of my personal favourites. That’s because one packet was torn open, and broken biscuits were all over the other food. 
I got them in a lidded tub and threw the other emancipated bits of bikkies into the waste bag.
Then, disappointed, they had swapped the vegan mushroom pate with a caramelised pork & onion version. Huh!. Still, Richard can have that in the morning.
The three packets of mini rolls were reduced to two; they were crushed but not as bad as the third packet, which had burst open, and I ended up washing off the sticky goo from other items delivered. By the time I’d sorted things out, I’d eaten a load of broken cheddar biscuits, a whole six mini rolls from the burst open and pre-mashed cakes. It all came back to why I stopped using Morrison direct and went to Amazon. But Morrison does not offer all their range when using Amazon, and when I read they had some Leicester flavoured cheddars, I just had to have some! 
MEAL-PREPPING
When I got the frozen leeks out of the freezer, 
attacked, I dropped the bag, and it burst on contact with the floor. 
I struggled to get things cleaned up, and Back-Pain-Brenda kicked in. 
along.
As I was lifting the finished tray… an epiphany! I noticed that the kitchen clock was showing 10:50hrs. 
Suddenly, I felt so tired, and a touch of Dizzy Dennis appeared. Waking up four hours later! Woken by the evening carer. I was not hungry, having digested the biscuits and cakes earlier, so I got myself down in the ÂŁ300, second-hand, c1968, charity shop-bought, eyesorely-horrendously grungy coloured, haemorrhoid-testing, easily-falloutable, unfit-for-use, not working, recliner.
Arrived. Gave me the tablets one at a time but missed off the Codeine. 
Luckily I was more with after the kip, and I noticed. No nibbles or drinkies accepted in thanks, and he did not take the waste bags to the bin for me… and I forgot to ask her to. Tsk! She seemed a little withdrawn, just tired, methinks.
I had a bash at the Snippets blog; I might get it finished. Then again… (I didn’t, but I did it in the morning).
The last photograph of the evening sky taken from the kitchenette window. Bootiful Nature!
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I rose, mentally weary and physically so tired. Sweet Morpheus has been unkind to me for a few days. Not much sleep at all.
arrived and sorted out the medications. I noticed when I opened the new bag that some of the same medicines had shorter-dated packs at the bottom of the drawer. 
Of course, there were only a few that I could read the date on, thanks to the Cataracts. The carer soon got me sorted. Didn’t want any drinkies or nibbles and left leaving the waste bags in the hallway. I didn’t think to ask her to take them; a new gal is not up with the system yet. Nervous and weary, but nice enough, bless her.
It was a bit colder this morning, a lot, in fact.
Had a shower, shave and a sh… well, we’ll leave that bit. Not that it was a bit. A Constipation Konrad 
Th
Yet again, an overall lower than ever before result! Phenomenal 
I started on an Ode for the top of this blog. And it took me hours to get done. Mind-Blanks! Kungleturds! My efforts were accompanied by Herbert’s mechanical and metal cacophony concert.
, and Little Inchies 
a few times, which cost me a lot of lost time. I’m still tired, 
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Turned the Computer off and thoughts of food developed. But there are not many choices fresh-wise, and I’m too tired and shaking to bother too much.
Washed up, and I medicated poor old Harold’s Haemorrhoids.
Even though I fell asleep eating it! Woke and finished it off and drifted into the land of nod again. I think it must have been a deep one, cause I reckon I was dreaming I was sleeping… and great joy was floating in my mind, peaceful…
♫Oh, Susana♫ burst out from the door chime box six foot away in front of me. 
It jerked me awake, and Valerie came into the room, and instantly the tiredness hit me again. I’d only been sleeping for five minutes! I was hoping to stay in the recliner while Valerie gave me the medications, then I could nod off again when the gal had finished, but no! 
However, stubbing my toe on the way back against the clothes airer ensured a minor curse word was emitted, thus, cocking up any chance of getting to sleep early! 
Oh, yes?
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Well, it went pretty well! An excellent start to the days’ activities. There is no bleeding, not too much-forcing things to kick-off moving, and minimal pain. It was one of the easiest evacuations for a while. Just a little Dizzy Dennis visit as I was rising from the Throne. Fetched the togs and towel into the wet room and stripped ready for a stand-up wash, shave, teggies, etc. It was too early to use the shower yet, for fear of disturbing other tenants with the noise of the shower unit.
It may surprise you, it did me… not a single cut! Got the body scrubbing done without anything untoward occurring and then washed the delicate areas. 
Bit of bad news here, Little Inchies Fungal Lesion had been bleeding, so a painful experience had to be endured. This month, the Daktacort ointment had been swapped for a new one on the prescriptions. So, never having used this brand before, I gritted my teeth and agonisingly (Phimosis) made room for the ointment to be smoothed into the wound… 
So, I went on the balcony and took a photo of the end car park, curious to see how the red van man had parked… Blimey, another red vehicle, had parked in red-van mans’ usual illegal parking space on the chevrons.
Oh, flippin’ ‘eck! The bottle dropped when Peripheral Pete gave me a shaking, straight down spraying water all over me, my socks and trousers onto the floor; Trying to catch the bottle, I fell knocking over the waste bin and clunked Cathy Cartilages knee as I hit the deck! Carer Chaymae got me back on my feet and picked up the now almost empty from a full water bottle, Tsk! The gal departed with a treat in thanks from me.
It didn’t help to listen to the bang-bang-away Herbert while I was tensed up. 
I called at Josies’ again, and she answered this time, what a revelation this was to me, Humph! I mumbled an apology, and I explained my idiocy in forgetting, and she was very calm about it and asked: “Did you forget to put your clock forwards?” This made me feel a bigger plonker than I already felt! I’d forgotten about the clock changing again this year, fell arse over tit, lost my reading glasses, the internet was crashing all the time, I could feel the blood coming from Little Inchies Lesion! I was not feeling too proud of myself at all!
and ready for delivery.
Now, I need to unwind… ah, an odd choice of words that. But it reminded me I had to change the three watches, put them forward an hour. Crap, lost another hour! Hehehe!
Fish tea prepped and served. And I tucked into it with a relish, and I gobbled up the lot of it. Slowly, to get satisfaction from the delightful taste. Heap flavourful! A rating of 804/10, given.
The darkness dawned as I was washing the pots, and I managed to get a shot of the sun setting, which only lasted for about three minutes? I was beginning to feel a little cheerier when…