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Emptied the 
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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…
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Went on CorelDraw graphic making.
Aha, the internet came back on its own accord!
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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-tasting
seasoning. 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)
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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!
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Morning…
Why the difference?
Most of the cost went on drink rather than food.
No, I was wrong; I meant Sainsbury’s, not Iceland.
Helpers & Carers bubble box refilled. They like these treats.
Drizzling this morning. I’ll try to keep my eye out for any of the seagulls that go on the hunt today.
The rain persisted as I went to get the ablutions done.
What a change! Constipation Conrad gets the upper hand after the six-day reign of Trotsky Terence!
Thoughtfully taking the crossword book with me in case there would be any long waits at the clinic.
The gal was late arriving, so I got the crossword book out.
I was taking a photo through the bus window, as we went over the speed bumps on Woodborough Road a little too fast…and 
started bleeding in response to my bum lifting off the seat for each of the eleven-speed bumps, and thudding back down on the hard seat.
I did manage one more photo.
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and 
session, and am not sure how, but I ended up with a letter appointment, for two days time at the clinic… but not for the hearing test, but with a Dementia Team Supervisor? What! I know I was not feeling up too much and at the same time as talking to the receptionist, 
. But what the hell went on to get me this appointment? Puzzled, I sat down to have a think. While it suddenly dawned on me, I have an appointment with the Doctor on the same day and time as in the appointment letter, and would surely not be able to get a lift with such short notice anyway. 
Outside the Ropewalk clinic.
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or not, cause I wouldn’t have left the urine if it had… not until I saw it running out on the floor. 
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While emptying the catheter bag, 
and Chloe & Carol were all rather annoyed at my landing on the knees. Showing this in their usual painful style. Then I had to clean up the WC and floor, using up the closet’s entire stock of hand towelling. I cleanedp up the bleeding as best I could, and told a lady I’d used up all the hand towels.
and prayed I’d not missed anything important, that I need to remember later.
I do recall these oven-cooked Cumberland sausages
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… but naturally, a man of my bravery, healthiness and pain tolerance didn’t flinch and had to keep stopping to catch my breath and cursing at any time. The thought of me taking a couple of minutes sitting there to recover from my efforts is ridiculous. 
So, I had to get the slippers washed and left to dry.
It was hard work doing everyday stuff lately, but it gets more complex each day. (Hidden plea for help here… Hehe!)
, and, not a little pain from the bleeding gums too. 
As much as I was getting chilly sitting there covered in cold water, I had to wait a few seconds to recover from the efforts of encouraging the evacuation.
against the shower chair leg, and as I did this, (I know, you don’t believe me… I’m even doubtful, but the pain memories help) but, with dear 
. Then, I splashed the Brut 
Tried the new medications for this. 
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bit of a nuisance to me this, as she does most mornings. 
them both next.
Did the nasal cleaning. And because of the irritation in the and the
infested left eye.
everyday fear that is done with a certain degree of apprehensiveness, almost dread! Getting my nappy… diaper… Well, Protection Pants on. Which would be difficult enough without having to cope with getting them up beyond the hanging below the knee, tubed! It’s a work of art, I can tell yers! A formidable 
one! However, I can report for once that there were no 
or 
I left the bandages and straps to soak in the wet room sink. I can dry them later on. Can I use the microwave safely to do this 
little task? If anyone has advice for me on this, please? 
It’s a wonder that I’ve still got any skin left on!
in lost bits of skin. Devil-of-a-job for me to get cleaned up! Tsk!
arrived and got a bit of a shock. HaHaHa!
Grangnagles!
During one of the multitudinous failures of Oligarchal, conspiratorial, hermetical, and surreptitious, 
, I sorted the waste bins and put them near the front door. 
There were still no signs of the 
Took a 
The rain was persistent looking today.
Followed by a picture to the left, in an Easterly direction.
visited. Had a little laugh and joke before she departed.
I was getting more & more annoyed with the interruptions from Mike Fries, Chief Executive Officer and Vice Chairman of Liberty Global, who took home a $64m salary in FY2, 
than addicted, like besotted, smitten, habituated, or mayhap dependent on it, to help keep my sanity, as much as possible, escape the ever-grasping, clutching more of my brain from Cognitive Impairment Iris. 
at all to me. So, I tried to get a closer shot of the houses and bottom field greenery.
The two last calls of the day from the carers were made by…
and or 
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03:50hrs: The catheter nocturnal pouch was removed.
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The house that’s been being done up for about three months, didn’t show signs of activity.
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arrived, and did a grand job of fitting the new 
. Medications were handed out and then the lad set about replacing the Kevla-ended 
Doctor Vindla phoned on the mobile. But it was hard to hear what she was saying… and made things worse with 
having just gone down for about the third time, and me losing some work I’d done, and I was getting all uptight at the time she rang me. 
to come again, so she could go through it with me to check I’d not missed anything? Anyway, if I had, I’d lost it. 
chimed out from the front door. I was 
delighted
danger, fretting and getting further confused, Bless Her ♥!
of the connect device from 
hopeful about. Pessimistic, morelike. 
I treated myself to one of the Iceland vanilla ice cream tree suckers.
As the darkness began to fall, I took this shot through the balcony doors and window from the computer chair. Well, I had plenty of time, 
what with more browning-outs from the figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, and number-crunching, 
It wasn’t letting me get the 
Oligarchal financial entity that it has become, and the bosses at the same time. A man can dream!
FIND THE FAULT
knife, and it fell on my ankle left bone and cut the same finger as I rescued it from the floor. 
hastened to get settled down and start eating them. I was just finishing the last one off, and the smell of burning that was coming from the kitchen 
, and went to the kitchenette to investigate… As I was going in the doorway, not wearing my spectacles 
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NOTE: Writing this, tomorrow night; yes, the 
LBTYK stock worth over $22,634,655. In addition, he makes $123,254,000 as Vice Chairman of the Board, President, and CEO at Liberty Global plc. Oh, I am pleased for the Oligarch!
Well, that’s a new record for him. Well done, Mike! (Spit)
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being in full control throughout.
told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, 
from 
Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit! 
Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!
for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth.
Why did I take this one?
And what was this one of?
Got the waste bags sorted.
Then the Asda order arrived.
Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings!
Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time?
Bottom freezer draw.
Middle freezer draw.
Top food cupboard.
Bottom food cupboard.
Teatime views. 
An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!
Curried beans, tomato passata, with
I got a mite carried away with the seasoning?
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A short but painful
against the metal chair wheel.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
I can recall them all. 
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carping on at me, it was another frustrating, barely tolerable day at moments. With misappropriate, miscomprehending mental mind meanderings, making anything simple seemed to be a mountain to tackle! Messy!
, and the cycle of freeing myself from his grip begins again. I seem to do this in auto mode; the short-term memory can have greatly opposite benefits,
turn into a 
, then the tormenting bafflements sink in. 
took over when I realised that, yet again, I got the order from Asda all wrong. I’d have bet money on double-checking and finding it right, but no! I intended and thought I’d ordered it for next Thursday. It came this morning! Can I get any help with this problem? Of course not. One becomes aware of The mind’s fallibilities whenever Doreen Dementia… No, I forgot, nowadays it is, of course, it’s 
failing, typing and sensing with the finger ends, which causes some complicated issues with the computer at times. However, at this moment, my brain seems concentrated on what I’m doing? These odd moments of semi-clarity never last for long; they never do. Sadly.
is constantly with me. Day and sometimes wakes me up at night to have a go at me for my failings, past guilts, wrong decisions, etc.
Don’t recall why I took two of these?
But I took them, so I put them on.
Morning view.
Rotten photo of the rotten-tasting mug of tea.
Selected small Anya potatoes in the crock pot.
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the 
Self-medicationings attended to.
I did it again. Ordered Asda for the wrong day!
The fridge and freezer were well stocked. Tsk!
Crafty!
Lightening up now.
Blogging away…
arrived. Bringing some prescription medications and a bag from the District Nurse’s clinic.
Just after sunset.
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Waste bags collated.
Computing.
Getting properly miffed at this!
Green gunge cleaner & freshener
First two bags were emptied.
Next bag.
Another bag.
I realised that many items had been delivered, not charged for, that I didn’t order!
Posh biscuits, Amaretti and Biscotti.
Orange juice and Mayo.
Custard Creams.
Garlic Paste.
Coffee.
Parsnips.
Box of 12 cans of cat food.
The Sourdough Soda Bread was irresistible. I heavily buttered two slices and had some tomatoes with them.
It’s a late afternoon shot.
Early evening shot.
I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery about the INR confusion over appointments. I’ll explain the situation at that moment: I’d just decided to phone JS about the items delivered that were not mine… 
, the JS problem. Then, just as a 
dawned… my mobile rang. 
Medications removed all of the 
for me.
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Carried out the balance routine, rose gingerly, and into the kitchen with
in tow. 
kind Carers.
and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt 
on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. 
I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good!
The tea went cold again.
In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet!
such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other. 
I used 
and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of 
The Nosh!
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I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something 
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the 
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done.
to 
Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, 
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. 
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains? 
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?