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My ponderings are, at times, encyclopaedic,
Though they rarely show any signs of being gnostic,
Mostly, dizzy, ditzy, sceptic, and simplistic,
You could say they’re Starmeristic?
Though at birth, they can seem astronomic,
In reality, they can be catastrophic…
Regularly scatterbrained and nonspecific,
They come and go like an epidemic,
They all possess a degree of the unspecific,
Mingled with thoughts, though microscopic,
Seeming to others sort of verbally monolithic,
With humour, fear, desires and the hyperbolic,
Often resulting in being self-homiletic,
Common sensical, yet psychedelic,
Like life, ponders can be oneiric,
But pondering is not all that terrific!
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VERY PLEASED WITH THIS WEEKS RETURNS!
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I gave up the ghost of sleeping. I took off the nocturnal night pouch and meandered into the kitchen to take photos. None of which were up to par. Tsk!
First, there is a chronically badly taken view from the kitchen window. Which is nothing like the view my eyes saw. One of my worst efforts!
Followed by a wider shot, which produced an almost as bad a reproduction as the first disastrous effort. This lone camera will have to be studied. I can’t see the small print on the instructions nor determine the 
option buttons. I tried again an hour later and got this effort on the right, using the other camera. Better?
I’d been up late, so there was not a lot of catching up to do on yesterday’s blog. I titivated it and posted it to WP.
I felt terribly cold this morning, but my flu symptoms were no worse. My throat seemed easier than it had been yesterday.
Then, the morning summoning from the innards sent me scurrying off to the wet room for the daily Porcelain Throne evacuation.
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Soft as things were that evacuated this morning, there was a worrying amount of pain & blood (not too much; it was Harold’s Haemmorhoids) that came with it.
I had a slow, steady washing and a painful medicationalisation session. Little Inchies Fungal lesion and, more rarely, Harold’s Haemmorhoids gave me the most hassle. The piles were bleeding far more than they usually do, but not too painful with it. It was stopping the flow that took the most time.
After finishing and getting dressed, I returned to the computer. After about an hour or so, the sneezing started to kick off, but the throat was much more manageable. As usual, there were a few specs of blood from the nose. Blowing the nose, I realised how the tissue was getting cut up.
I’d not had a shave!
I shall go shaveless. And try not to shave at all. See how it goes, as Tim Price put it, ‘Going Caveman Style.’
Unknown Carer arrived at 09:45hrs.
I worked on the daily ode.
Carer Suen arrived at 11:15hrs. It was too short a break between calls for any painkillers to be issued.
Having done a bad job of this morning, Jenny loaned the camera. I tried the old Kodak Tim camera, hoping that by some miracle, the blotch on the photos would not show up this time.
Oh, dear, that didn’t work either. The blotch is more prominent than ever now. Shame.
I put the lens cleaner on it, went over it with the soft cloth and spray, and tried again.
Did my bestestest.
I’ll make some nosh then.
Very nice it was too!
Chinese belly pork (very fatty, naughty… but nice!) & baked potatoes with No-butter butter and a blob of BBQ sauce.
Washed the pots and sat in the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner to watch two episodes of my favourite, ‘Heartbeat’.
AT LONG LAST…
I fell asleep, Oh, the sheer Bliss!
Five minutes later, Carer Precious arrived.
Could I get back to sleep after? No!
Carer Precious did the last call and took off the diabetic socks. Meds were issued, and he fitted the catheter night pouch.
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Merci Beaucoup!
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0300hrs: No need for me to waken and wait for the brain to join the body this morning. I didn’t have any sleep last night at all. Depressingly, my night’s activities were: Watching the 
-3°c outside, and it felt the same inside. And, I can hear you asking how is that then. 
Had a wee-wee. Made another brew.
I took a picture o this rather picturesque scene of one of the roads opposite.
I did notice down below, somebody had had the pleasure of being the first person to walk along Chestnut Walk.
kit with pigeon feathers, monkey blood, sparrow bones, an 
Or rather, billion-billionaire top Chairman, Michael T Fries, who earns $111.9million a year. And that is only from one of his companies. Naturally, he must get expenses as well and besides.
Got the nosh prepared.