Inchy: Thursday 30th November 2023

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Oh, dearie, me, night bag?


The first-day pouch emptying.
What the heck is that in the bowl?

It’s still icy out there…

The bottom field is, too!

Far end protected by the poor trees?

The pigeons were only on one rooftop?
It must be a feeder living there.

Took a tumble. Nae bother.


I only got one of them. Tsk!

Bad day for the internet…

To Date!

Late Carer, from another sight. Fear, or Fuhrer, I think his name was. Lovely lad, Sorted me, no strapping needed. I tried some new hearing aid batteries. Not much of an improvement, though.

I got some chips in the oven and garden peas in the saucepan. I will do a burger of sorts to go with them a little later on.

Back later, I hope.

I’m Back!

Super-Meal! Taste: 9.3/10!

Not looking forward to the struggle to get to the hospital this Friday morning. Cheers!

Inchy: Sunday 26th November 2023

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05:20hrs: I awoke, battled my way out of the £300, bought eight years ago from the second-hand shop, Harold Haemorrhoid testing, repugnantly beige-coloured, crumb containing, virus-breeding, acne-giving, rickety, none-working recliner, and detached the from and was up on my feet, and doing the balance exercises, within a few minutes. .
The wee-wee in the punch was less than expected, and of a darker shade. However, in the past, I have had it a lot darker on some mornings. So, not too bad.
The right leg bandaging still looked the same colour as the left leg’s skin. Note the long green throw I’d wrapped around my belly and put on under the dressing gown? That’s due to it being so flipping cold without the ankle and leg straps on. The nurse, Sarah, I hope, is coming on Tuesday, to see how the pins are going, so might have to start using the cumbersome, but warm again. Not that I’ll remember with all the medical appointments coming up. Hopefully, my red eye appointment with the doctor, can be cancelled somehow for Monday morning, as long as it continues to improve? It does look a little better this morning more of the white bit is showing. So, fingers crossed it continues to heal itself.
Another messy evacuation was tackled. The passing, I would think, took about five seconds, Eugrh! Hehe!
The cleaning up, took me about fifteen minutes or so. And all the bending down started to activate, but he didn’t have me over. Another   Tidied up a little in the front room. Not much. Don’t want to overdo things, you know. Hehehe! Found the spillage from last night’s exploding bottle of Schweppes tonic water, had stained the carpet something awful! What’s it doing to my stomach lining? You never know; it may even help me with & ‘s hassle?
Off to the kitchen. To get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later on. I made a mess of taking a photo of last night’s nosh; it didn’t make it to the SD card for some reason. But I did take a photo of one mini-potatoes that I didn’t have the heart to eat. A tiny little thing.

I got the computer on, and guess what?
No signal was available.
After ten minutes or so, one came on.
An hour later, the 6th failure showed up. This time it needed the full treatment to get it back on. Lost the work I’d done by turning everything off. Reset the whatsit box… router, left it a minute, then pressed the rest button and waited in hope. 20 minutes later, it came back on. I cracked on with the Saturday blog updating. Got it done and was about to email the links and it went again. I lost all I’d done on the Email, of course. But, it did come back on of its own accord about an hour later, while I was doing a graphic on CorelDraw for Sunday’s blog.
I hastily for the Email done again and posted it.

Just in time for the dubious financial Oligarchs of again!

arrived. He got the various medicationings sorted out and offered a bit of advice on the computer problems that I was having recently with the maddening problems of Firefox crashing, Norton changing things without telling me, and CorelDraw freezing on me regularly. ‘Always back up your work’.
Finally, after Victor had departed, I got and drank a mug of Glengettie. Hurray! No biscuits were eaten with it, which I felt a little proud about!
After this failure from the famously inept , and another full reset to get it back, the thing went so slowly; it was hard work.
I went back onto CorelDraw, praying that it would not freeze on me again. IT DID! HAD TO TURN EVERYTHING OFF.

Turned itself off. Now when I try to open it, it comes up in a version from 5 years ago. Will not save anything! I could cry. The Internet is down again; just come back on; this may be the last from me… if I can get to post it that is.
All that work I did lost too!

No new graphics, no new photos, no imported things, written word only in future.


Inchy: Saturday 25th November 2023

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Well, it beat me; why was it so dark?

Emptied the . I ventured into the kitchen to get the kettle on for a brew of Glengettie tea… but I didn’t make one as I got carried away when I saw the moon was clearly visible and fetched , I tried to take some decent shots on it…
Oh, dearie, not only did catch me out, but as I tried again, burst into a lively few minutes worth of shaking!
It may not resemble the planet, but I think this turned out to be an unintended masterpiece? Haha!
I gave it one last chance, a distance shot.At least I got an identifiable one. But I was disappointed in not getting a close-up of it again.

Computer on. Within five minutes…

Went on CorelDraw graphic making.
Aha, the internet came back on its own accord!
Two minutes later.
So, I had a go at turning everything off and restarting.
Sure enough, within two minutes, it was back!

Five minutes later…
I gave up and tried to clean the oven up a bit.
It’s surprising how my bad eyes can easily miss bits of dried-on gumph when scrubbing away in the oven.

Oiled the ear-holes.

Tried the computer again. Signal back on. I was so pleased that for the next 15 minutes, there were none of the Oligarchal failures. Then, as the Carer arrived…
The wonderfully reliable, cheap, friendly people of s, did so again. Currently, failures stand at
I’ve not recorded many because I had no internet to record them on. Hello…

I sorted out the waste bags.
How bad this is!

Got some small potatoes on the crock-pot. I added a good splash of sea salt and a sprinkling of the gorgeous-tastingseasoning. Not unlike Worcestershire sauce, a little less intense, but the flavour lingers on the tongue more.

Gotten Himmel…
Mostly liquid!.

Back on the computer…
With the smoke & mirrors, number-crunching, fact-fiddling, giving me so much time to curse, spit and throw oaths and curses on them, it also gave me a chance to try to see why they are getting into, by investment or buying them out, so many, most if not all of the European internet suppliers. And yet, they are proving incapable of maintaining a service connection? And are they ruining the reputation of all suppliers? You see, I consider they are doing this on purpose. Their ulterior motive is still a puzzle to me. Not why they are doing this, that is plainly obvious; To Make Profit! Oddly, one of their other purchased companies, EE, along with BT (Liberty-Global now the biggest shareholder in them), Vodafone and ‘3’, had connections available at the top of the list this morning. (On the computer wifi-rota) after Virgin went for the fourth time? I clicked on the EE connection to see what’s available hourly, daily, or weekly for the appropriate rates. Further proof of the double-dealing, money-manipulating, by the esteemed Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global. Who took home a $64m salary plus bonuses in FY2, is behind the cunning plot to become financially focussed through blurring facts, figures, fallaciousness, fiendishness, foxy, and furtive by any means available to him! If they may read this blog for a laugh, note I have refrained from using fabricated, falsified, fictitious, flagitious, fibbed or flectional. Better let him know my dwindling bank balance is about what he earns in two minutes! Well, that’s for their lawyers if they decide to sue me, really) 

s, as of 15:00hrs, stand at:

After has been, I’m going to tackle the biggest job of any day… Getting a wash and shave! There is no showering today, not with the bandaging on my right leg. Joanne took off the strapping and diabetic sock for me from the left leg. Bless her cotton socks! ♥ 

Here goes, ♬Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to the wet room I go♬

It should be a quicker and safer task today. No need for me to get dressed afterwards… well, slippers, a quilt, and a dressing gown are all I shall adorn.

Also, with the right leg bandaging from the foot to above the knee, there shall be no showering. 
It’s just a stand-up jobbie.
I was amazed when I found out it had taken me so long, but far less than when dressing and showering. The teeth and gums didn’t bleed… but that was likely because I forgot to clean them. Tsk! Shaving, just the one cut this time. It was only getting the PPs on that was any real bother. No falls or tumbles, mind you.

However, using the short picker-upperer, I caught the release valve on the Catheter bag, so I had to rewash the legs, carpet, and floor.

Got dressed & sorted. And got the computer on…

arrived. Issued the medications, and he was overjoyed at not having to do the task of  Hehe!

He took a photo of the red eye so I could email it to the Doctor to get out of Monday’s appointment. I just don’t like the idea of using four buses with the associated risks to get there & back. He took the laundry down for me and returned 6 minutes later with the bag. The laundry dryer was not working. Humph!

Am I lucky or what? The next occurrence will clarify that question for us all. I went to open another bottle of pink soda water to assist the bladder…
As I unscrewed the cap, a third of the contents sprayed out! Onto the computer keyboard, the leg bandaging, the recliner, the clean dressing down and my chest, face and hands, and the carpet, for many feet away!
I despair!

Now Firefox has gone down again!
I’ll try to get the pics on then to send it.

Crap Day Nowt, is unusual there!

Inchy: Sun12 Nov 23 Resitance is crumbling, I keep tumbling

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I woke up (as you do) at 03:35hrs; it was cold. I was cold and getting old, but I was bold and rose from the clutches of the itch-creating, bruise-giving, catheter-tube-tugging, crumb-decorated from my nocturnal nibblings, God-awfully uncomfortable, anti-sleep designed, c1966, second-hand, bought for £300 ten years ago from the charity shop, cringingly-grotty, no longer working, dirty beige recliner, and checked on the condition of the overnight .
Not so good, a little too dark again. I emptied the pouch and packed it up for disposal. Then realised I had not got the mobile phone with me. With the landline and alarm not working, I aim to ensure it is always with me, just in case of an , and I go down or trip over something, or into something again this week. I fetched my up-to-date modern Nokia mobile phone and put it safely in the dressing gown pocket; I even remembered to switch the lock on it.
But had to change plans as the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Off to the wet room, naturally taking Nokia Nelly with me, and of course. As soon as I started hobbling any distance, the terrible twins, and her newly formed sister, started the odd bit of botherisationing. The third time, nearly had me over, luckily I was putting my bum on the WC at the time. Another messy evacuation.
I decided I would have time to get the done before the Carer came; it was only about 05:30hrs, and the Carers usually come later on weekends. So I did!
No intention of having a shower; why? I’ll tell Ayer… When I struggled to get the diabetic socks off, flakes of skin shot all over the wet room, and are a bugger to get up from the floor due to the non-slip surface. If I had gone in the shower, there was so much skin peeling off it may well have blocked the drain. I did my best to clean the flakes off first thing. But I was not too successful. Cleaned the teggies & rinsed out the blood from the gums, and got on with shaving. I’d been doing well lately with very few cuts and nicks being suffered… but not this morning. As far as I could tell, I accrued five on the neck. Nothing serious, though, and the Brut aftershave dealt with stopping the bleeding well enough.
I sorted through the medications to find something to put on the flaking skin on both my legs, forehead, and chin. I tried the Sudocrem cream. No good!
The legs, on closer inspection, had gone like chicken legs. And to think, two weeks ago, they looked like elephant

legs? Hehe! Seriously, they were so skinny for a change.
The red on the lower legs is where I scrubbed a bit to get the flaky skin removed. It was not easy to do.
I put some of the cream on the legs and will ask whoever the Carer is if they can manage okay to get the & diabetic socks back on for me. By the time I cleaned the legs up, they looked a bit better to me.
I was about to sort out which of the many varieties of old men’s nappies I had in stock, but the innards urged me to change plans and get back down post-haste to the WC seat without any delay. So I did. But the came out was the longest-ever blast of wind?
So, I searched for a pair of pants that might not be as painful as the others. I opted for the larger ones this time, the Morrisons Unisex type. What a farce it was getting them on! I kid you not!
I utilised the small picker-upperer, trying to take care not to split the fabric of the pants with the sharp end. Again, not easy… in fact, I made such a mess that I was on the verge of leaving the damned pants off! But daren’t, in case I get a bleed from both at the same time as .
Well, I did the usual and got my bottom in the corner of the room, in case I lost my balance. (It’s not unknown that I do this often, Haha!). The shower wall grab bar was within easy reach, and the small picker upperer hanging on the bar… so far, so good.
The most dangerous of the legs is the right one. He has, along with , and is famous for having me over, the no warning routine. Now, of course, these are joined by the,  I got him in without too much trouble; however, now the real fight begins.
I have to pray that Chloe and Carole are not going to give way on me, as I have to put my full weight on the right leg and physically lift the left leg up to get it in the PPs!
Not that the left leg has more problems; he has less than the right leg. Only and to cope with. But, also, it was him that got shot, and bending him is even more painful! I haul him up and try to hold him there while reaching for the short picker-upperer to hold open enough room to get the foot in the pants. , , , and ,

Daily complicatedness, don’t yo

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That is because it is! Particularly Today! I managed, in response to a mini-leg-dance from the right leg, I tore the PP right down and did consider crying at the time. I had to get another pair of PPs and start all over again… Then I noticed all the dried skin from the legs and head that had fallen during my losing first-round battle with getting the PPs on. What a mess! However, getting the fresh PPs on did go much better… just as painful, mind you.
Then, the cleaning up of the skin, blood and bits of torn PP had to be sorted.
This took me ages. I got the waste and rubbish sorted. A big bag was made up, a modicum of cursing took place, and an iota of self-pity may have escaped.
With all the flipping, kerfuffling and cleaning up, I think the session took me well over two hours! Fortuitously, the Carer arrived late, it being the weekend, so I didn’t miss her coming. I got the dressing gown on and made a brew of Glengettie at long last.

Well, fancy that!
gave way again as I was taking the mug back into the kitchenette. Another chunk of luck here: I was in the hallway when it happened, so I had the benefit of the walls nearby to slide down slowly on my way to the floor. Thus avoiding any nasty injury. And, it wasn’t too far for me to crawl to get to the c1966, £300 charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner, to haul my rhinoceros type body back up its skinny, frail legs again.

For several long, uninterrupted hours, I got on with blogging with the usual errors and mistakes in abundance.

Then the innards gurgled, and wind escaped from my rear end. So, off to the I hobbled.
Another variation in this evacuation. I’ve had a couple like this before, which proved as stinky as the earlier ones!
Still, a change is as good as a rest, as some idiot said. Winston Churchill, I think it was who said it?

I’ve missed some earlier photographs and tales off! Sorry about that; I’m still miffed and upset at the struggles I had with the , and associated frustrations and agonies that I had to contend with… and will all need doing again tomorrow!
I took this one on the right of the morning view. Eerie, misty and typical November weather for Nottingham.
Grateful Thanks to the Community Nurses who sent me the boots yesterday. I found this morning that they had also not only sent the , but fresh Diabetic socks as well!
Which, made a fantastic job of fitting on for me. Thanks, mate, a great job well done! As you can see in the photograph above left, Israel’s fitting was so good that I could, with his help, get the slippers on top of the strappings. I was very impressed!

Flying around seagulls caught my eye a little earlier through the balcony windows. I went out to investigate. I believe they were all hunting for birds, rats and squirrels to eat for tea. I watched their ploy for an hour; it was fascinating. I could see doves and magpies Fluttering into the trees and bushes to hide. The gulls circled continuously, and when a chap with a little dog appeared, some of them dived down and circled the dog and man? Then, a larger group of the gulls circled where a dove had gone into the trees near the gravel path up the hills. I’m sure I saw the dove in the beak of one of the now noisier than ever gulls as it carried it away, up into the trees in the park, with a couple noisy gulls chasing after it, after a taste of the dove no doubt?
The centre-right picture shows some gulls on the ground; they must have spotted a squirrel or the like?
Riski should send them back to the seaside, coming here eating we land-lubbers birds! Hehe!.

Here is the answer to the little puzzle. I don’t mind admitting, I thought at first, no, no, they’ve made a mistake here, that number 29 can’t be right at all! Oh, no! Finally, I got it! I’d not noticed that only the one cherry was on the bottom line you see. Me becoming an Arithmophobic in my old age, didn’t help me. Took me hours to work it all out. Tsk!

Carer Taslini came. By then, I was well tired and confused.
She got her name on the Christmas list and will collect it later. All good.

Potatoes – slow oven cooked.
Cut in halves, flesh taken out into mixing bowl.
(A certain amount [quite a lot] fell on the floor).
Unfortunately, when it came to seasoning the spuds, I only had white cheddar extra strong cheese, now out of my favourite, usual Red Leicester Cheese. Added some sea salt and basil on with the mixture, oh, and some absolutely gorgeous not butter from Flora. Mini Hog pork pies and delicious Dutch mini tomatoes.
Taste-Rating: 8.8/10.

After consuming every bit of the meal, I went to get the washing up done.
I thought I’d try again to get some decent photographicalisations of the evening’s dusky view. But decent ones I couldn’t do.
Although the second one was not as bad as the first one that I took. They both came out lighter than they seemed to the naked eye… but with my eyes affected by , , Saccades Sandra, and it’s not surprising.  
Typing this reminded me of my upcoming visit to the QMC, EENT, to have the eyes checked that have been done to correct the Cataracts in both. I think they may then explain the procedure/stroke treatment (Laser again?) to tackle in my left eye. I checked on the calendar; It’s on Friday the 1st of December. Tuesday, the 21st of November, is the first of four visits to the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk. has arranged the lifts with to get me there and back. Then I’ll have to make sure I remember to ask to do it again three more times for me, and also arrange a lift there and back for the QMC ENNT visit; life’s a bugger at times.
Getting the ablutionings and dressed into outdoor clothing is a mammoth task for me nowadays.
Getting the catheter in the optimum position is vital to avoid crushing and, essentially, scarily from.
Remember to empty the before leaving. I’m not drinking anything before going out to avoid the pouch filling and having nowhere to empty it in private! Cause it will mean the removal of the trousers to get at it, and having to struggle to rearrange the removed , to protect poor little when it goes back on… Remember to take the hearing aids with me to the Ropewalk and all spectacles with me to the EENT. January radiology at the City Hospital, then the FND assessment at the Mental Health Nuthall Hospital in Bulwell is coming up…
I’m going to stop talking about these problems… I’ve only depressed and scared myself now! Hehe!

I sank down onto 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, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus. I couldn’t find him!
started tormenting me straight away. I really didn’t realise just how many things I had done wrong in the past. Mistakes, wrong choices made, and lamentable decisions I’d taken and made. at one point, had me believing that getting shot the first time was my own stupid fault! He would not ease up, so I clambered out of the recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to put the kettle on. I tried to take a close-up shot from the kitchenette window of the housing on view. I really tried to hold things steadily and this photo is the outcome. In the morning, when I put this on here, it looked to me like a type of weird art from? Maybe I could call these failed photos, PNP? Hehehe!

Giving Up Might Be A Wise Idea?

Inchy: Mon 6 Nov 23 A beffudling day!

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Another good-coloured nocturnal pouch of wee-wee. Hehe!

Struggled out of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. And into the kitchen to get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later… much later on.

Barely discernable in this shot is Venus.

Emptied the three waste bags into one. Last night’s was not taken, I spotted.

Grafting away at making misreckonings, goofs, errors, typographical & grammatical cock-ups, blunders, and the usual selection of general mistakes while working on this blog opening. I was so very annoyed with myself.

Lovely cloud formations…
Developing early in the day.

arrived. Looking somewhat weary, bless him. It was the last call of his shift.
Richard got the ankle and leg straps attached to my limbs. I was as much use a fart-in-a-cullendar to help him. Bravely, he persisted and got them right after several tries. Dealt out the medications. And rubbed some Phorpain Gel into for me. Much appreciated.

Blogging until did the midday call. Painkillers and I declined to have any of the applied, as after Marie goes, I’m hoping to get the ablutions sorted out and, at long last, have a shower. But I forgot to ask to take off the Another from me!

Getting the straps off myself was a painful and risky procedure. But, I needed a good ablution session, shave and shower, a freshen up all round!

So, it had to be done, and it was. Annoyed and inspired while carrying out this task, were, , , , and . While getting the things ready, I got a short sharp attack from
The teeth cleaning caused a little gum bleeding. Well, I have more gum than teeth left now! Tsk! Shaving went well again; there was only one little nick on the neck.
The curtain rail hook fell off again. The stepladder was used to reach it. Lost a lot of time getting the pin back in. Showering was eventually started.

I enjoyed this. And had no Whoopsiedangleplops under the shower!

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Next, I Sudocremed the scary, blotchy face…
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And I took two Codeines to ease the pain. Two visits to the . Both were of a similar nature… Messy! Stinky and Runny… Phew!

View to the right… no, left!
View to the right. Got it right this time!

I think came. I’m lost and in a rather confused state writing this tomorrow afternoon. Mislayed my notes, and it’s been a busy day for me. So many things happening, that I seem to have lost more than just the notes; I’ve lost track altogether! Marie got both the diabetic socks and back on for me. It’s a lot warmer now! Thanks!

A brew of Glengettie tea.
I let it go cold again!

Getting dark earlier today.

Late call.

Getting the very late nosh sorted, took these shots.
I tried a close-up again. Not too good, but different?

Sliced the cooked spuds and added the vegetable soup on the hob. Gently heated it after adding some seasonings first. Taste Rating: 8/10.

Here’s the Fault picture with an explanation.

Belated fireworks could be seen through the open curtains.

TTFNski one and all!

Inchy: Tue 24 Oct 2023 Topsy Turvey Today!

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This Moon shot, was taken by Tim Price,
Is more than very nice…
He’s brilliant, camera-wise,
I’ll further extemporise…
He doesn’t need to attitudinise,

To be as good is one of my desires,

His photography does dynamise!
Jealous? Me? I could diphthongise!
Just thought this photo should be diarised!

 Grrreat Shot, Tim!

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I’ll just write about the highlights, and mention about any photos I took. A worry-my-guts-out day!

In the kitchen, all dark and black, and saw some moving lights in the bottom field. I tried to get a decent shot, but it was not to be. Here they are, though.
Can you guess what the lights were?
The green lights were mand torch.
The red light was attached to his little dog’s collar.
What a brilliant idea!

Sorted out the waste bags.

Arrived, and he took off the diabetic socks and put on the leg and ankle straps. He’s getting good at doing this! He listened as I moaned on about all the things not getting done. He kindly rang the chemists for me, to arrange for the Covid jab to be done again.
Tomorrow morning at 09:55hrs. So no sleep again for me tonight. I daren’t, cause this means I have to get up in time to allow myself two hours to get the ablutions and dressed done in time for me to catch the bus into Sherwood. He then rang the Age Concern about the room being cleared. Nothing was arranged, but he said they would get back to me in a week or so and let me know if they can do it and what it is likely to cost me.
Great help, thanks, Benjamin! 👍


Surprised that the end car park mudslide was sizeable.


arrived. She was doing the domestic as well, now that Denise has departed the job. Nice gal.

The Asda order arrived.
Baking powder, bottles of water, tonic, soda, and some canned soups were unloaded, & put away.Aha, my favourite bikkies, they were on Special Offer!
Some more eye pads for Blepharitis and dry eye conditions. Cleans glasses well, too.

I did notice that the seasoned French Fries were on offer; so much off if you bought two packets. I decided not to, cause I didn’t know if I was even going to like them, so ordered just one packet… Or so my tormented ruled brain thought!
I’d bought four packs!
There was no way these were going to fit into my freezer!
I went through the food and got rid of some short and the out-of-date food, to make room to get things in. I ended up dishing two of the four bags of chips!
It took me ages, and was just about to take the bags to the chute when the District Nurse arrived.
Had a job finding the plasters for covering the wounds, but she did in the end.
Refitted the coverings, and we had a little natter, and, if I recall correctly, a laugh! Lovely!

After about three more hours of computing, the Oligarch’s failures stood at…

called for the evening visit. At the time, I was having a few twitchings and losses of balance. I just hope they clear up before I have to go for the Covid jab in the morning… Plllease! Had a little natter.

The second and last brew of Glengettie.

Getting darker earlier now.
Bootiful view, though.

Number three of the day!

Still computing…

Late evening views.

Taken from the kitchenette window, from the left to the right… or, maybe it was the right.


Inchy: Monday 23rd October 2023

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Not a single left! I’m having to keep waking up and emptying the day bag overnight.
Which will help cure the bladder infection, I’m sure!
Just look at the colour of this morning’s urine!
I’m assuming that they are having trouble getting the pouches. But no one has said anything to me.
But 🎵 It’s not unusual 🎵

With the two big leg & ankle straps for both of the, gallons of water, to keep refilling the , and my nibbles all over the room, the place looks like a smidgen ramshackle!

One of my worst-ever shots of the morning view.
I think the planet in view, might have been erm… I’ve forgotten the name now. Tim Price in  New Mexico gets some brilliant shots of this planet… was it Venus? Not that you can see it properly in my close-up effort.
You can just about see it in the first shot, very tiny, in the first photo. But I got the shakes on the next one, I’ll try to remember to ask Tim why this happens to me.

My left ankle. No change
My right ankle is much better!
The right leg. Is also looking better!

Morrisons Unisex Protection Pants on today.
Don’t suppose you needed to know that, sorry!

Sister Jane called me on the phone. A good natter, grumps & mutual ailments discussion was enjoyed.

Arrived, and got the leg & ankle straps on for me, no bother!

I was sat-sitting at the computer, with a blank stare on my face and also with a blank mind. I noticed my own reflection on the screen; horrendous it was!
I took two snaps… the first one turned out to be yet another semi-mystery one…
What the heck part of my body, was this above?
Ah, that was me! Hehe!

The Royal Mail delivered the AA batteries that I’d ordered from eBay. It said they were Duracell, but…
they were a Procell Constant brand.

A mug of Thompson’s Punjana tea, in the Jenny-donated China mug. Which was forgotten all about… when arrived. He removed the leg and ankle straps, but of course, he could not attach the , as we’ve run out of the nocturnal bags… yet again.

I took two views of the same area through the balcony windows. Why two? No idea now!

I slow-cooked the redskin potatoes for about 7 hours or so, then sliced them and put them in the oven, to crisp them up. Later, I got an imitation meat pie in the air-fryer.
Overall taste rating: 5/10.

I’d been slightly pea-brained all through today.
Due to worrying about so many things that I have no control over, I suppose. Important to me things, that I just cannot achieve without help!
The fretting and self-condemnationing have undoubtedly made things worse than they were when I woke up.
My confused vagueness of thought did not stop from constantly whittling away at my already minimum confidence. This causes me even more anxiety; It’s not as if I need any more worries, physical or mental hassle, is it? Fears, apprehension and scepticism shadowed by pangs of terrible unfathomable guilt… Or it may be shame. Are enough, no, maybe too much to cope with as it is.

Down Only Seven Times today!

Alla Salute!

Inchy: Fri 20 Oct 2023 Storm Babet Blasts-In!

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After the longest night’s sleep of the year, of over eight hours! 06:55hrs: I was woken from my deep heavenly sleep to the tune of the door chime charmingly but alarmingly chiming .
(A caring gal), was eventually recognised as the fizzled brain tried to get into gear. It was hard work, confusing and annoying to me cause I knew I was waffling about the leg straps and diabetic socks but could not get a hold of things. The gal gave me the medications and put the compression socks on me, but I struggled with fitting the two leg straps. I tried to guide her, but I was as much use as a bible in a mosque. Thanked her, and off she went to her next person in need.

Storm Babet was settled in for the majority of the day. A run of nine hours of rain. As a record of this, I took photos of the end car park mudslide throughout the day as it gradually grew gruesomely!
Tried to take a close-up through the window.
Then, opposite the flats.
It’s flowing down now.
Tried a closer shot with the window open.
Then, an even closer one.
Muddier water now…
Still growing slowly.
Another close-up.
The top white car had escaped.
It’s at its peak here!


Mug of Glengettie.

The District Nurse, Sophina, arrived. Now I’ve got two new diabetic socks on, with ankle straps, I think.
Poor gal got soaked in the rain, and her feet and socks soaked through. Luckily, I have several pairs of new, unworn socks from back in the day when they fitted, and I could use . And we went in to pick a pair so she could have dry tootsies on for the rest of her rounds. Lovely gal.

Do you remember me telling you about her?
It was never easy to manipulate by getting worse legs into the darned thing. Every time, I ended up with bruises, bleeding or blood nips. Many Tumbles as well. But nowadays, she lurks in the spare room, and I feel a hatred (well, fear) for her each time I go into the room. I swear the green-coloured, plastic-covered metal implement of torture still laughs as I go by! I can no longer physically cope with using her now.
‘Thank Goodness!’

As indeed, the other five visits of the day were!

Late afternoon,The plastic pouring cones arrived. I refilled a dropper bottle with Olive Oil. And to think they came from Taiwan within three days of ordering!
When I was filling the bottle, a burst forth from the door chime. A resident had seen the other driver leave the quilt I ordered for the bed that may never arrive, and he’d left it in the ground floor lobby! Things have gone missing from there many times, and I thanked the man venomously for bringing it up to me. Now, if I can get some help with ringing the Age UK number the nurse gave me, I can find out if they can help at all, pay them, and after the clearing is finished, inform Sarah from the Falls & Rehabilitation Team that it is cleared, and then she will order a bed for me. But I have to find out first if they can help.
Then, there is that new appointment at the EENT for the post-cataract procedure – whatever that is. I’ve got to book a lift with Easy-Link there & back.
It’s all go here! Haha!


At midnight, I gave up on the blog and got my Friday meal prepared. Although, it was a Saturday meal by the time I got it cooked and served up.

Not too bad. Taste-Rating: 7.2/10

TTFNski, Each

Inchy: Sunday 8th October 2023 – Liberty-Global Internet Down Repeatedly

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Broke their own record for Internet Black-Outs!
Amassing this Sunday, a massive…
Eventually, I stopped counting them.
Since which, many more arrived.
Gifted me by . The
, smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, pecuniary, money-mongers, blithely unconcerned about customers, with their sham, bogus false interest in offering a workable internet, or genuine help for the poor demented souls that innocently joined Virgin Media; Back in the days when it worked, before which operates through the following subsidiaries and shareholdings, they own or have shares in All3Media (50% ownership with Warner Bros. Discovery), ITV plc (United Kingdom) (9.9% shareholding) Platforma Canal+ (Poland) (17% ownership), Sunrise UPC (Switzerland) (100% ownership), Telenet (Belgium) (58% ownership), UPC Broadband, UPC Slovakia, Virgin Media Ireland Limited, Virgin Media Television, Virgin Mobile. Virgin Media O2 (70% ownership), O2 UK, GiffGaff 65% ownership, Tesco Mobile (50% ownership). Virgin Media Limited (UK), Virgin Media Business Limited, Virgin Mobile (UK), Vodafone (8.9% ownership), VodafoneZiggo (50% ownership), Vodafone Netherlands, Ziggo, Ziggo Sport, Ziggo Sport Totaal, and Telefónica, and purchasing and destroying the only semi-trustable internet on the market at the time, , for about $234 billion!
RIP to Virgin Media Reliability
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Aha, this is a better shade!

Potatoes with sea salt added.

Balcony shot of the end car park.
It was not a very good shot as the shower started.
The mini-seconds-long shower stopped!

The tree copse.
East end of the car park.

Back inside from the balcony.

Three spuds that took longer than the rest of them?
Left them in a bit longer.
Cut up some pots, tomatoes and carrots, and
added them to the veg soup.
Added some beef flavouring.
Stirred it in…
Then, I added some gorgeous tasting…
to the saucepan and gently heat it so as to
get the flavours in all the veg.
Made a brew and left it warming up gently.

Starting to eat the not good looking home-made
Borscht soup, which tasted gorgeous,
arrived. I continued nibbling away as we had an excellent two-way nattering session. It filled me up, and I could eat it all. As Joanne said, I put it in the fridge for
consumption tomorrow. The medications were done,
and off went Joanne. A nice gal.

The sky looked worth photoing.

The bin bags were belatedly sorted out.

Taking them to the front door for collection, I felt the
dropping down the leg…
It looked like wind more than liquid?
It may have been from the Borscht? Hehe!
Emptied it and later got the night bag attached
to the day bag, ready for head downing.

Checked the taps and stove.
The view had changed dramatically.
Where did the sun come from?

As I was about to sink into 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, bacillus encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, recliner; in search of Sweet Morpheus. But the need arose… off to the wetroom, with the in one hand, and in t’other!

I banged my shoulder on the door frame going in.I dropped both
and the tube gave such a pull as it fell, it started ! This left me in a quandary, as kicked off, and the need for the rear-end evacuation felt more urgent!
Blood trickling from Little , I decided to get the pants down sharpishly and seated on the WC.
Nothing but wind escaped!
Leaving emitting and leaving a putrid pong!
To stop the bleeding from ,
clean up the bloodied tubing, and treat, of all things, bleeding. How come, if I only passed wind, the piles bled? Powerful Wind?
Another problem arose... I had to empty and remove the night bag, which has a once-only valve for draining, then hobble with the stick to get another night pouch and back to the wet room. (It looked like someone had been stabbed to death in there. Hahaha!) But first, before attaching the night bag, I had to get the fresh PPs on…
Then I got the nocturnal pouch back on.
Then, the task of cleaning up the mess… With no cleaner to help, the place was already looking even worse and dirtier. So, I just used the picker-upperer to soak up the blood spots as best I could and called it a day… well, morning, which it was by now.

Mornin’ All!

Inchy: Wednesday 4th October 2023 – Flu Jab Symptoms

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Today went most oddly…
Embarrassing, demeritoriously,
Medically frustratingly,
At the bus stop. Indignity!
The Catheter Pouch Calamity!
Sorted with great difficulty,
The Boot’s man helped me,
Given the flu jab, lifted me?
For an hour, I spent distantly…
Free from life’s reality…
During this, I experienced jollity,
Then things turned confusingly!.
Contented, but bemusingly,
Suddenly so knackered, sleepy…
The rest of the day lost me…
Barely any vague memory…
Nothing customarily, or wontedly,
Slept for so long, uncommonly…
Woke up almost bouncily…
Mind & thought, vagariously..
Full of self-vilipendency!
Yet the day started so decently…

The pouch evacuation was too dark.

Off to the ablutioning & of course…
A cut shaving on the cheek that took ages to stop. I was still
in mid-body washing, and Carer Richard arrived. I shouted my apologies through the door and hurriedly got dressed. (This may have been a reason for the later embarrassment at the bus stop?) Richard looked really tired this morning. I tried a natter, and he seemed okay, almost back to his usual self. A lovely lad is Richard.
I went back in to check on it.

toe nail & the Two-Tone-Toes. Hehe!

Sorted the bags.

Booting the computer, I took this view of the morning.

Within an hour, their fourth failing!

The hearing aids were inserted.

I’d got the template made up, and nothing else. But didn’t have the time, as I had to prepare things for the trip to the Boot’s Chemist for the Flu Jab appointment.
Got the clobber on, and checked things needed were done: Bus Pass in pocket – Flat Keys in the pocket, camera in pocket, card for Boots taken. Checked the taps (faucets) and the cooker was not left on or running. A final emptying of my And off!

I got in and into the lift, accompanied by , and thought I’d take a selfie in the reflection of the wall… But no! I’d left the SD card on the computer! Back up after getting to the ground floor, to the 12th, and en route to the flat to get the card, ! against the trolley wheel as I got into the flat door. (Yes, I swore!) Got the SD, and back out again. To and down in the lift. Through the link passage to Winwood Court, then to Winchester Court. And out to the bus stop on the front of Winchester Court.

Three or four other residents were waiting, and I started having a so-much-missed chinwag with them. After about five minutes of enjoyable nattering and listening…
I felt dropping down my leg! Arrgh! The trouble could not be investigated at the bus shelter; it would mean removing my trousers to see if the leg grip had broken. That would mean me going back up to the block and the flat to find out; that was a no-no cause if I did, I’d miss the appointment for the flu jab? Then it got surreal… I could feel that the pouch was well full of urine? How’s that, I thought? I’d emptied it half an hour ago and had purposely not been drin
king as I knew I’d be going out? Oh, dearie me!
The bus arrived, and someone helped me get on the bus with . Thank You, Sir!
I Got off at the bottom of Winchester Street with many others; there must have been about eight or nine of us. I walked down with Mary to Mansfield Road. I limped, frequently adjusting the catheter bag, not knowing if I was doing right or wrong, to the Bott’s store with Mary. She got her prescription. She was going to Arnold on another bus.
I booked myself in. I mentioned my problem with the catheter, asking if there was any area I could use to investigate things. She said she’d ask someone. I thanked her and took a seat, as instructed. Constantly fearing the bag would drop further or burst, I sat there fiddling and feeling uncomfortable! A lady arrived with a form for me to fill in before the jab could be done.
Sadly, I could not remember my date of birth – can you believe that? Telephone number or name of my Doctor’s surgery! The lady returned to collect the paper forms. She understood, I think, my problems, departed and returned a few minutes later to ask if they could use my online medical record to find out the details. Naturally, I said yes.
This was the lowest point in the day for me… embarrassment +!

A young chap arrived and went into a tin room to have flu-jab given. He asked about the problem with the catheter bag, saying “Just what do want me to do about it?” Fair question! I said, allow me a room somewhere that I can investigate things and empty the catheter?” He said he’d give the jab first, then leave me in the room to look into it. Just knock on the door and I’ll be outside if you need help!” Again Fair Enough”! Couldn’t ask for better, and thanked him.
He gave the jab, no bother. Then left me and fetched a container for me to empty the urine into. Very kind!
I’d noticed some de-clogger spray while waiting in the shop earlier, and I remembered to buy one.

I can recall leaving the Boot’s store and getting onto Mansfield Road. My next memory was walking up the hill to catch the bus… With a bag of food hanging on the handle of ! I stopped to have a look; it had obviously been bought from the
Ozan Food Shop on Mansfield Road, just up from the Bott’s Chemist. There was even a till receipt in the bag. So at least I know I wasn’t shoplifting during my blank period. Haha!
I checked to see if my cash card was still in my pocket. Phew, it was. Oddly, I seem to remember buying the jar of beetroot from the shop, for some reason?

This is about the fifth time this has happened, a period of complete memory loss. The last one was about a year ago in Bulwell. I know that one lasted for about an hour. This one I have no idea the length of this one, but know that getting around in the Ozan store takes ages as there are steps I have to tackle at the far end of each aisle.

I seemed to be feeling a smidge perky. Mayhap due to having the flu jab? I made my way to the bus stop and found that the sign said the next bus due was in 1 minute. Great!
As I got on the bus, there was Mary sitting in a side-saddle seat. She’s been all the way to Arnold and back.

At the flats, we all alighted. I went last so as not to keep folks waiting. Mary and I trundled along through the link passageways into Winwood Court, the social area. Where a company were giving samples of their ready meals out.
We approached hoping for a free treat… but the food had all gone. Tsk! Never mind. Wiltshire Farms, I think it was.
Took a of Mary.

Up in the lift with Mary, departed as she got out, and up to the next floor, mine, and into the flat. Checked the pouch, it had not mysteriously filled again. And I could feel the weariness coming on, so suddenly. so
was checked.

My purchases from the Ozan store. Shows I must have been aware of what I was buying, even though I couldn’t remember doing so? Large potatoes, beetroot, Frikadellens, tomatoes, pickle, Borchst, seasoning, sausages, all in my mind to get… the can of aubergines must have been an impulse buy?
I knew I was about to drain into a tired, watery creature soon, so got the potatoes in the oven straight away.
Put the TV on, hoping I’d not nod off while watching it, and viewed, on and of, with the little short kips, two hours of Gordon whatsits Hotel Hell.
Then, I got the potatoes out of the oven, scooped out the flesh, into a basin, started to put the shredded Leicester cheese, sea salt and non-butter butter in and gave it a good mashing up!.

I spotted the blue mould on the cheese! I picked out what mouldy bits I could find and dished them.
Put the four halves back in the oven to brown off.
Back to watch some more TV; I was just not up to using the computer now, so tired I was fighting to keep awake, but the thought of the cheesy potatoes being eaten kept me awake with the gorgeous smell coming from the kitchen.

Got the meal prepped.
Two Frikadellens in cobs with sliced tomatoes. Four baked potatoes. Beetroots, and a lemon dessert.
Flavour Rating: 9.2/10!

Two Carers called, I think it was each time, but I’m not sure. Being woken up twice in the state I was in, wasn’t memory-inducing.
Not poorly at all, just so tired out and drained. In the morning, I seemed to recollect the same thing happening after having the last Flu Jab? I think…

The last period with Sweet Morpheus was a deep three hours, without any interruptions from .

I bounded back awake at… 00:30hrs and made a start on this blog update. Feeling Great! Fit! In Fine Fettle!