Saturday 31st July 2021: Photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, that might be told?

♥ Hello, hello: The Mysterious Glove? Heather, Keith or Clint? ♥

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SATURDAY 31st JULY 2021

05:15hrs: I required the regulation wee-wee when I woke up. I meandered over and got to grips with the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), without any (Pre-Micturitional) or CM (Cessational Micturitional) dribbling. Indeed, there was hardly any urine passed at all? The bladder, although giving all the signs of needing evacuating, refused to flow. The odd bit of painfully forced splatterings was all I could manage. Not a good start!

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Vague-Minded Again

I think I had plans to get the ablutions done, but somehow, I ended up washing the Pakistani made Green Cedar Wood Hollow-out Round Neck Acrylic shirt in the kitchen sink? I Dopped the shirt wringing it out - mess to clean.

Then, getting the potatoes into the crockpot on a low setting for later on. And made a brew of Glengettie tea. The brain was wanting to click into gear. Thoughts Storms were ignored?

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Waste Bags Sorted

I started on this task, and I had nearly filled the box when the brain decided it would be a good idea to have a wash, so I did.

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Legs & Feet - Were they Mine?

To me, they looked better than they have done in years! Along with the currently excellent Health Check results... I'm confused!

He rang the intercom (So nice that it's working again). I pressed him in, and he put the carrier inside the door for me. I offered a treat, and it was duly chosen (Vodka & Lime). Oh, and I returned a substituted item. I'm getting better?
The last ones I made were a little too hot. Tsk! I hope it comes out alright this time.

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Out of the wet room - back in again!

I'd only hobble a few feet, and the bowels told me to rush back for an urgent need of the Porcelain Throne was needed.

Well, the evacuation was not going to happen soon. Rock-solid, it refused to come out, and damned painful trying to force things along! No crossword book to use, Tsk! I tried to count the cracks on the ceiling and walls... Haha! 

It seemed like hours later, the pain increased, and the gigantic torpedo began to nudge its way out, bit by hurtful bit. Eventually, the relief of the final push came. (Phew!)

However, after the monstrosity was freed, there was no bleeding from Harold's Haemorrhoids or Little Inchies fungal lesion. (Smug-Mode)

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Shot Through Balcony

Looking a little bleak this morning.

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Carer Craig Arrived

Soon got me sorted out with the medications, and I showed him the progress made on the new car park from the balcony. Off he shot, I insisted he take a treat on the way out.

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Tea - Blogging and Wee-weeing

The wee-weeing remained the same all day. I'm getting worried about tonight when I try to sleep. Hopefully, these short pathetic, trickling, but painful efforts will stop soon? They didn't!

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The Iceland Man Cometh!

Carriers took to the kitchenette.

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Got the fridge and freezer loaded first. Realising that I'd bought two packs of Strawberries, one for Jenny, one for Deana & Julie; another Whoopsiedangleplop - it's Saturday, no wardens on duty, is there? I am a clot! 

Still, I can give them both to Jenny, and this lady will sort them into a good home. ♥

The fridge was not as full as usual, so I must be getting something right for once?

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Health Checks Sorted

And Amazing Results Again!

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Herbert Clanging and Banging Again

I'd love to know what it is he's making. But, with him being so ascetic, eremitic, and aloof, it's difficult to talk with him with his sniffy, better-than-you attitude. But I like him!

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Got More Bags Done up

Filled the box to overfull and got ready to take it to the waste-chute room.

Added the bag for Jenny on the handlebars, and I set off to the lift lobby...

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Triple Accifauxpas

Opened the cast iron drawer, dropped the first bag on the floor. Bent to retrieve it and caught my elbow in the edge of the metal.

I was doing nicely until one of the slightly too big bags was noticed. I'd taken, as usual, some smaller yellow bags to split the waste from the bigger pack with (Cunning?) Dropsied the yellow bag as I tore it off of the roll, down the get it, and the right shoulder hit the metal!

Third Accifauxpa: I'd finished the bag's depositing and came out of the confined space backwards with the trolley. Stubbed my toe against the trolley guide wheel! Argh! Seemed a suitable expletive that I used, or similar.

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To the lift to Jenny's

Cropped... no, dropped the bag near Jenny's door, rang the bell and back up flat number 72.

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Back on the Computer

Oh, how maddening and sad at the same time! Liberty-Global Virgin Media went down, as it has done on several occasions for the last seven days, but this time it was for an extended period.

I understand that Mafia-Looking-Man Fries has since had his money put back up? I believe he is playing with figures to impress the owner, and a damned good job of scamming him, he is doing too! Why he should be worth $123.2 million a year; when the turd-face, profit-mad, manipulator of money can't even supply the internet service with any reliability is beyond me.

But I'm only a customer of Liberty-Global, thus the last person to be considered. Sorry!

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Pickled Cucumbering!

I had a bash at making some pickled cucumbers and put the jar into the fridge to marinate to have with tonight's meal.

Thus, another Accifaupas!

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On The Your Area Site

Looking for anything of interest

Not a lot. But the weather forecast one could explain the rather dim photo I took...

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Nosh Served

Very nice. 8/10 Flavour!

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Half-Hour Kip

I think some banging woke me up, not that it mattered. I needed a weak unwilling wee-wee anyway. Then...

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Handwashing

I got the Afghanistani made, grey long-sleeved t-shirt washed, refreshed, wrung and hung.

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Carer Arrived

Soon got me sorted again; it was Victoria.

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Porcelain Throne Mark Two!

Another Struggle to moe things. Tsk!

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Computer Updating

finalised, checked and posted to Blogger.

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Ode To The Day

Oddly, today I didn't have many a brew,
The wee-wees were painful, it's true,
Much sorting and cleaning to do,
But not a lot was got through,
Many Accifauxpas I did accrue,
Head, elbow, and fingers too!
Stubbed my toe, another boo-boo,
Porcelain Throne, although nothing new,
Rock-Solid pooh, but what can you do?
At times I thought I'd lost my khu,
Walked into the door, left my shoulder blue,
But all of the day I did not rue,
At times I felt bright and thew!
Such as when Valerie came into view!
I won't charge too much for an interview,
With a psychiatrist, will ten-bob do?
I suppose this scribbled ode confuses you?
It seems like me to be all raddled and askew.
I need someone to cuddle & cling to!

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Enough of this waffle

Evening All!

Tuesday 20th July 2021: Diary, Photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, that might be told?

♥ I Wonder who this TFZer Duo is taking off? ♥

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Tuesday 20th July 2021

06:00hrs: I woke, fighting my slugabed feeling, and got help from the need of a wee-wee arriving. This forced me into imitation activity, and I rose up. 

Free of the  £300, second-hand, c1968, grungy, eyesorely-horrendously beige coloured, uncomfortable Harold Haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner, with almost ease? Only Duodenal Donald was of any bother worth mentioning, Grrreat! Limped over to the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket) and struggled to get the wee-wee to start flowing, despite the sense of urgency the bladder was giving me? Without any PM (Pre-Micturitional) or CM (Cessational Micturitional) dribbling. The brain engaged gear. 

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Carbohydrates In The Slow-Cooker

I removed the manky potatoes from the bag of Tesco small potatoes, and I got the rest in the crock-pot. Seasoned them slightly with both Worcester sauce and Stubbs liquid smoke. No salt was needed, at least, I think not.

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I pressed on with the Health Checks

Yet again, another lowest ever Blood Pressure! I don't understand why, but it must be good! Fings are looking up medicationally speaking.

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I got the urge to do a silly ode... So I did!

Ode To My Habit To Haver

Yes, we're all getting olderer,

In my case, the mind was first to witherer,

I soon became known as, 'That old ditherer',

Whoopsiedangleplops, mind-blanks I often suffer,

I'm the oldest living virgin; just a rumour!

But I still love being a pointless natterer,

To myself, I now tend to be a mutterer,

So why am I cutting down on butter?

Why do I remain a plonk-free abstainer?

Cause it prevents me from having a hangover?

Plain food, tomatoes, potatoes I savour?

The flat can do with a decluttering makeover,

From the topic intended, I seem to waver!

Logicality, commonsense, seem out of favour?

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Waste Bags Sorted - then the Ablutions!

Got the bags into the box to go to the chute later. Then responded to the bowels calling me to attend to the Porcelain Throne duties.

This session was easier than yesterday. Cleaner, flushed away the first time! No bleeding whatsoever. Painless! With the Health Checks being so good and now the Porcelain Throne sessions going so well... it's worryingly unnatural! 

At least the ablutions went okayish.

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First Brew of Glengettie

This didn't go so well!

Accifauxpa-Whoopsiedangleplop!

My run of excellent luck came to a rather unceremoniously messy end! It had to come!

Made the brew, and I delved into the fridge to get the milk... A combination of Peripheral Pete and Nicodemus's neurotransmitters combined attack ensured that the bottle flew out of my right hand!

After cleaning up the spilt milk and salvaging as much as possible, I decided that the tea would be too cold. And made another mug. Thompsons Punjana this time...

I very carefully replaced the bottle in the fridge. But, one can be as careful as one likes; if another Peripheral Pets shaking session starts, you can be in trouble, and I was! Flibblegonkackles!

As I let go of the placed bottle, the right arm shot out in one of its rare but annoying Hitler salute imitations! The arm went into the depths of the fridge, and the knuckle got trapped between two racks! The wound was nothing, a scratch, compared to the mess I created in knocking off a shelf rack and redistributing the various foodstuff I'd just cleaned the milk off of in different places, including scattered about the floor!

Now, this scenario, I am used to. Cause it is a more frequent 'Bad Luck' style of happenings for me. I don't enjoy them, but I can cope to a degree, being a more familiar event in my life. 

I just went into 'Sulk-Mode', swore quietly but proliferously, and stemmed the tears. Dabbed some ointment on the hand, and I started singing to myself. I've no idea why. Hahaha!

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I went for a Mope-Moment on the Balcony

Ended up taking a photo of the end of Chestnut Walk, where the progress with the new car parking spaces seemed to be coming on well.

I took this shot of an intruder using Chestnut Walk to cut through to the Woodthorpe Grange Park. I thought it might have been a carer on his way to visit me. I was wrong.

I'm good at that, being wrong!

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Missing Photo Found

I came across this photo of the view last night. From the open balcony doors, from the £300, c1968, recliner. As I waited for Sweet Morpheus. 

You can just make out the gaps between the window panes.

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Comments Replied To (Blogger)

Billum, from Ohio, commented and got a reply for his efforts. Anticipatorily expecting Tim Price to comment next.

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CorelDraw to Create Some Graphics

I'm right out of them now, Tsk!

Managed a couple of them.

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Home-Made Veg Chilli Started!

Transferred it to the saucepan to marinate. I did so with a sense of failure - when I ate a spoonful, it didn't taste like I thought it ought to! So, stupidly added some beef stockpot to it and a smidge more burnt smoked paprika. Mmm?

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Sat In The Sunshine - Feet Up!

Had a half-hour kip, woke with a nervous twitch, and went to get the meal prepared. Added the potatoes and got settled to feast.

I had no desserts left in the fridge, and only two rounds of wholemeal bread thins left. (Fear not, for Lord Sainsbury is to deliver some of both in the morning, Hahaha!)  Come think of it if he doesn't do what he loves to do, and substitute bleach or oven cleaner for the bread if he has none in stock to send... Sarkie Inchie, Stop It!

Seems I'd had a moment of allotriophagy with the meal. It was nothing like I expected it to be... oh, and I forgot to put the leeks in as well!

It didn't look or smell too bad, but the flavour at first, I believed, was bland and insipid.

Idiosyncratic, I know, but as I ate more, the tastiness grew, the flavour came out, and the meal was soon quondam! My mood went from zemblanity to serendipity in minutes.

Final Taste Rating: 9.25/10!

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I had another Shower

I cleaned the teeth, remembering to use the prescription Duraphat toothpaste and not to rinse or use mouthwash, just to spit out the most I could.

Shaving: well, it still amazes me how the ailments seem to attack when I've got razors in my hand? This time Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters went from the usual sensing and not sensing, but I had apaesthesia from Neurophy Pete in the left hand and the usual right one! For the whole time I was struggling to shave, the dropsies were at a record level. I think the razor has been damaged: it either flew away or dropped that often!

The stroke-related ailments have neve been more vagarious - although I avoided any cuts, nicks and falls, all the same. Extra-specially when I got in the shower, and the hassle mysteriously and freakily, although very welcomed,  eased off back to a copeable average level? Which gave me a warm glow. Until that is, it came to medicationalisationing and the treating of the Harold Hemorrhoid fungal lesion.

Despite the embarrassment, I'm going to make an appointment to see the Doctor. The pain is getting to an unbearable level now.

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Got the Waste Bags Ready

I must take them to the chute tonight. Cause in the morning, I'll need to use the box for Lord J  Sainsbury to fill with my delivery... We'll see!

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Carer Eliska Arrived

I am always a bubbly natured gal, but not quite so today for some reason, but still sociable enough for my liking. Eliska made a list of prescription medications left: it seems I am getting low now. She will try to sort out the next batch of prescriptions for me. ♥ She departed, and I could detect that something was keeping her attention that was bothering her: what? No idea.

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Waste Bags To the Chute RooM

 Neuropathy Pete lost it for a second or two, but enough for me to hit the knuckle on too small, cast iron chute cover. This did not bother me, of course. I scoffed at it! Although to the uninitiated, this may have sounded like a naughty word?

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Little Inchies Fungal Lesion Bled Again!

After treating the lesion, I am more committed than ever to get some help from the Doctor! The pain is now taking over from Duodenal Donald, as the significant contributor to Inchies agony!

After the torture of ointmentating little Inchie, I changed into the jammie-bottoms. 

Blimey, had the legs shrunk or what? Ah, well, I might lose some weight, then? 

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Updated This Blog

A long hard slog, too!

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Breather & A Beer!

Stopped for a can of Alcohol-free beer!

I took it out on the balcony, and I photographed the setting Sun. Used the Kodak camera.

Bootiful!

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Caught up with Facebooking

TFZer, and Winwood Heights sites.

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Midnight approaches, Energy Drains...

Finished and posted this blog to blogger,

But can I get to sleep? No, it's a bugger!

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Had to go for a Wee-wee, Tsk!

Stubbed my toe en route!

Ay-yay-yay!

Monday 19th July 2021: Diary, Photographicalisations, and maybe the odd ode, that might be told?

Sunday 18th July 2021

21:25hrs: Still, no carer arrived from Meridian Health & Social Care... Hehehe! Posted off yesterdays blog and email link.

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Made a start on this template, then looked for any comments that may have come in on Blogger. Tim and Bill posted. I answered them and did my best to stay awake if a Meridian Carer might call on me. What a Twit!

I was not really expecting any Meridian Carer to arrive by the time it was 00:30hrs. Needless to say, no one came - thus, the dilemma of taking the medications myself arose. I think I took them correctly. It was a late taking of the Warfarin that concerned me. With my Vampire Angel Hristina being due in the morning or morrow, the late imbibing may affect the INR level recorded?

The last I recall making on the time was about 01:30hrs. I felt unwell with staying up for so long, and nature sent me off into sleep... but a fitful one, ever waking thinking I heard a noise and getting up to check the door... thinking a Meridian Carer might have arrived later. Nope!

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♥ TFZers in their Jewelry Store? ♥

 
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Monday 19th July 2021

06:00hrs: I rose from the fretful broken nod offs. The brain filled with worries: This computer's imminent death, the Meridian Carers none show, and as expected with all the hassle, Duodenal Donald giving me hell, pain-wise.

I gulped down some of the ineffective Pentac. Took a couple of  Paracetamol but dare not take Codeine, although I might weaken later if these stabbing pains from Donald do not ease off; in case it confuses the morning carer... if Meridian Health & Social Care can manage to get me one this morning. I'll have to look into where to complain about the unreliability of Meridian Health & Social Care later on.

Mind you, as usual, I can see and understand their problems. Late, "I'm poorly" Carer callers can cause a right kerfuffle and present the enviable job of trying to get someone to cover, and so often, that the few willing to cover folks get fed up with it. The controllers get rattled with the frustration of not being able to rely on (some) staff, and the willingness to provide cover brings more complicated and complex, more frustrating anger making, all around, it seems! The mind turns! 

No, I'll not moan officially. I can recall in the Security industry, like Meridian Health & Social Care, companies fail to impress and have a rebranding with the same staff that has cost them their reputation and a new name. Mission Impossible!  They are just hoping things will be better this time around.

Mini-Rant Over!

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Perused the YourArea Emagazine

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Porcelain Throne Attended

07:30hrs: Making a brew of Glengettie tea, and a call to the Throne arrived. Which I responded to without hesitation. The session was as smooth as silk, and I would have liked a moment or two to appreciate this - No pain at all! No Bleeding! Minimal effort was needed! Grrreat!

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Morning Carer Arrived

As I grabbed the Sainsbury's Recycling toilet roll, the one that doesn't go down to the sewers very willingly and blocks the pipe... and the door chimes rang out! It was the Morning Carer. I called out, and faffled about cleaning things up, washed my hands and out to find the gal sorting the medications in the front room. Bless her! I hoped any 'aroma' was not too bad for her, but the look on her face said it might have been... Oh, dearie me!

After she had questioned me on what I'd taken earlier and sorted out the medications for me, I mentioned the none-appearance of the evening Carer last night. I think she understood that I may have got things wrong, but Pamela (I believe I have the name wrong. sorry, gal)  was very calm and understanding in her response. I did not show any frustration or anger as I explained things to her: it was certainly not her fault, bless her cotton socks. 

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Checked the Wet Room

After the competent Meridian Health & Social Care care had gone, I checked in the wet room to ensure I'd not left anything on or off when I rushed out earlier on the Carers arrival. I used the new Harpic cleaner in the bowl. I only squirted a small amount around the recess, heap deep blue!

Then made up some waste bags and put them in the box on the trolley to go later.

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A Brew of Glengettie Tea

I'll try to get this one drank!

Made the mug, and I settled back on the computer... and the door chimes rang forth again! Whatever next? It was the Carer gal returning. To have a look at the stocks of medications, as they were getting low. As I kept quiet so she could concentrate, the thought that my short term memory is highly vapourisable came to mind.

Karen (I might have her name right this time, I hope) Got her details required, and she shot off with the Chemist's telephone number.

That'll be 0115 960 5453, for Carrington Pharmacy, 343-345 Mansfield Rd, Carrington, Nottingham NG5 2DA, next to the launderette and pub, near the Lidl store. With the snotty pharmacologist who made up my pill pods a few months ago, without putting any seal in the packs, and I lost the tablets as they shot out onto the floor - some have been seen again! No acknowledgement or, heaven forbid, any apology was given. They just ignored me. 

Then told me the following month that I'd made a cock-up in my stocks and left me for five days without any medications. Did I mind? Yes!

Said thank you to Karen, and gave a tangential farewell, and off she went ♥.

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Whoopsiedangleplop

Liberty-Global Virgin Media Went Down - Again!

Unbelievable! No, it's not!

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I made a brew; surely this time, I can manage to get it drank? Well, I did!

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Had a Check on Blogger Comments

Tim and Billum of Ohio saved utter embarrassment by commenting on the post. I replied to both. I thought I selected anyone can comment on Blogger options? None from Jane or Pete?

I probably got it wrong; I do that a lot!

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The Landline Flashed

Answered the phone - a few seconds delay - recorded Message began: 'I am calling from your Internet Provider...' I rang Off!

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Hristina Arrived...

My beloved Haematology Vampire Nurse had used the Intercom and got through to me! And, the panel let me admit her!  Pshaw! Wowee! Hecky-thump! Has the intercom been mended at last? Is it working correctly again? Am I dreaming?

I just had to go for a wee-wee, bearing in mind this was only the second one of the day; you can imagine what the bladder felt like. Hristina got in the flat, and I said, 'Sorry, be there in a minute, I just had to go'. I joined her in the main room.

She was on the balcony, looking down at the progress being made at the end of Chestnut Walk with the new car parking spaced. She was genuinely excited at the thought of having more car spaces available, bless her.

I asked her if I could take a photo of her on the balcony, with the scenery behind her. And she agreed. So, I did.

♥ There you are, the reason for the word Pulchritude being invented! Even with her face mask on! ♥ Oh, those eyes melt me! ♥

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The Landline Flashed Again!

Answered the phone - a few seconds delay - recorded Message began: You have missed a call from you internet provide... I Rang Off!
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On With Updating this Blog

I'd not got far, and...

The Landline Flashed Again!

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I picked up the mouthpiece, and I said nothing, just waited... Nobody spoke, and after about thirty seconds, they rang off. Oh, dearie me! Not sure if it was a scam now... Tsk!
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On With Updating Again
The door chimes chimed. At first, I thought, ah, could this be someone from the taciturn Meridian Health & Social Care, to maybe explain things about the none-show of the carer, or even to apologise? Silly me!  It was Josie returning the tray cutlery and dish from yesterdays meal. She seemed alright in herself, cheery enough.

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Going to Do the Ablutions

Hehe! From earlier visits, calls, and Accifaupas, I anticipate that I may well get interrupted part-way through. Or not, whichever.

The best session in months! Reet Good!

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Photographicalisationing

Chestnut Walk

Taken earlier

Ahead

Car park below.

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Getting Late Now

It won't be too long, a couple of hours maybe, before the Meridian evening carer will be calling... well, should be calling on me. I was surprised at hearing nothing from them yet, but thinking about it, no, I'm not surprised at all.

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Nosh Time

It may look like a poor man's meal - that's because it is! Hehe! Only joking! I was not feeling hungry enough to risk eating anymore. 

The last two pork and pickle pork pies, the last of the white pickled onions, the last of the Iceland potatoes, the last pickled egg, gherkins and a mix of tomatoes. This got me thinking - (I do that sometimes), and I added some fodder to the Wednesday delivery from J Sainsbury's. Seafood sticks, potatoes and crispy cooked bacon. I've still got some of the crap Tesco potatoes for tomorrow, a battered lump of Marmite cheese, and only a few only just out-of-date Surami sticks for lunch.

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Waiting For The Carer To Call

Waiting For The Evening Carer To Call.

If indeed one is to call at all,

The brain fades, begins to stall,

Coherence mingles, I remain fearful,

Hello! I've wee-weed half a bucketful!

T'was like a mini hosepipe; that was incredible!

I've forgotten what I was going to type. Stressful!

There's one thing for which I should be grateful,

I've enough ice cream to fill a great plateful,

Maybe Twiglets too, purely complimental,

I'd better not though I've troubles dental!

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Evening Carer Arrived

Made my Night!

I was sat sitting creating the ode above, and a sweet voice was heard, the evening Carer had arrived. It was the lady whose name I cannot remember, come think of it, I have troubles recalling any of them, Hehe! 

After she'd done the questions and issued my medications, I told her of my concerns over no evening carer having called on me last night. (Although at the back of my muddled brain, I feared that someone had called, and I may have had a memory blank again). She said; !If it happens again, after 20:00hrs, press the wristlet alarm and let someone know at Nottingham City Homes, then they can call Meridian!" I asked Katie (but that's probably not her name), I'm Christening her my Caring Carer from now on: Why did I not think of that? I thanked her, and off she went on her rounds, bless her! ♥

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Finalised this Blog

Rounded it off and sent it to Blogger to bugger up the formatting for me before they post it online.

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Facebook Catch-up

Then dive, dive, dive... into the £300, second-hand, c1968 recliner, in search of Sweet Morpheus!

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Sweet Morpheus was stubborn tonight, Humph!

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