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Tuesday Evening
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WEDNESDAY 1st SEPTEMBER 2021
03:501hrs: After another Colin Cramp-ridden attempt at sleeping, I gave up and rose carefully, caught my balance, and utilised the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee-Bucket). This one was even more hesitant to flow, but no leaks, fore or aft.
The knees and lower back were still playing me up, so I got some more Phorpain Gel rubbed, well massaged in, and took a swig of the Pentac.
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Oh, dear, what a sight! |
The legs were the same as yesterday mornings, lumpy, blotchy, fat at the top, skinny at the bottom, bones sticking through the skin? Arthur Itis's knees and Cathy Cartilage hurt as much as they did yesterday. Gonna be a bad day, methinks! Maybe? Perhaps? Possibly?
The hand veins were showing signs of preparing for a burst here & there.
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Tended To The Health Checks
Not too bad a set of figures at all
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Searched For The Missing Comfort!
The main room and kitchen searches failed to find the missing £5 bottles of Comfort, but they may be here somewhere. Then, I had a perusal of the bedroom;
No luck.
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Waste Bags Assembled
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Porcelain Throne Attended
Waiting for the motion to begin, I spent a while on crosswording, not that I got any answers solved. The activities began... Ooh! Argh! Heck!, and so on. A painful en route brick-like melena torpedo was evacuated. So slowly, plenty of mucus-coated blood, but not messy at all.
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Computer Turned On
Made a start on this blogs photos.
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A brew and a Mental stew
Pondered over what was on today for me. Some great things, some not so appealing, it would seem.
Natalie may be coming to do the medications today. (No, she didn't) I haven't seen her for many weeks now. Jillie ♥ may find time to call in to see how the decluttering and cleaning went yesterday. Bit of a disaster that was! Considering this is how they left it after the mock-cleaning up for me in the kitchen, not to mention the Comforts mystery disappearance... But I'll repeat it all the same. Humph!
No wonder when they'd gone, and I went to see how they cleaned the kitchen and found the floor was swimming with water, I ended up on the floor, slipping in the water! The water seemed to have bits of dirt and bric-a-brac of mullock floating in it? For £345, I expected a little better than this.
Then I asked them not to take the full bottles of Comfort, just the part bottle, and they seem to have done the opposite, leaving the part bottle only... taking the two £5 each bottle home with them. They may claim to the Charity Organisation, of course. Professional Con-Men, but credit where it's due, how could they not cheat me? I'm so gullible; it was just too tempting for the Arthur Daley types!
And the Iceland delivery is due between 08:00 > 10:00hrs. I've ordered some microwaveable sausages, chips and burgers. Looking forward to trying them. I don't think I've had any fresh sausages since the oven broke down, about three years ago now, or longer?
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Carer Julia Arrived
I think that was her name. I relieved some of my anxiety and tension over the Declutterer Spivs; she listened calmly and viewed the photographicalistions of their rather sad imitation cleaning. Then agreed Jill needs to inform someone, took two drinkies and departed.
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The Iceland Man Cometh
He put the bags through the doorway for me and selected a can of plonk in thanks. After he'd gone and I was struggling to get the bags to the kitchen, I realised that I'd forgotten to remember returning the substituted Robirch fry-pan sausages for the Microwave ones... Tsk! My retrospection fails whenever I have two things to think of at the same time... well, no, to be fair, the old memory is past its use-by date now! It's been that way for a while.
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Getting washed and put away by the declutterers & cleaners yesterday tray, I spotted this.
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Unloaded The Fodder
Got everything from Iceland put away. It left me with a too-full fridge, which I intend to reduce throughout the day. And an even fuller freezer!
Note the substituted sausages for microwave ones; Julie is calling later, so she can have them. The microwaveable burger cobs look nice. I'll make a chip butty later on with the McCains and two of the ready sliced soft wholemeal cobs.
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Carried the waste bags to the Chute.
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Chip Buttie Time!
My loss of hunger yesterday is beginning to return! I used the microwave for the first time this morning.
I put Squid Sauce on one half of each cob (salt substitute) and sprinkled vinegar on the other half of each cob. Moderately inventive, I thought?
The instructions were 1 minute, shake the box, and return for another minute. They tasted passable to me; then again, I've not had any chips for yonks.
Had a brew of Glengettie with the soft cobbed chip butties. Nice!
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Missed Photo From Earlier
Earlier this morning, the end car park. Not exactly full, is it? Hehe!
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Warden Julie Arrived
She'd called to give me the new key, for when I get the key box fitted. It'll be a while yet. I started to tell Julie about the decluttering farce and my accifauxpas. She was in a rush, on her own I think. Had to rush off to get more jobs done.
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Updating This Blog
As I was typing, mostly in error, making cock-ups and ever correcting; and not in a very good mood. In fact, feeling ominous, gloomy, fearful, lonely, with a smidgeon of depression beginning to creep in, and I lost any whoosh, drive or desire to do anything at all? The Darkness was dawning.
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Ablutions Tackled
Hopefully, it might cheer me a little. Off to the wet room, back in a bit... I hope!
The feet have calmed down, now.
Well, a bit of a mess that was!
All the shaving tackle, medications, cleaners had to be searched for. The declutterer had thrown most of them into a box, right in front of the trolley. Took me ages to find things.
Of the eight bottles of bleach and five bottles of toilet cleaner, they had left me with one part-emptied bottle of each!
The session went okay, but I was in a deeper mood than ever, each time I had to search for something to use. Gits!
The bruise from the Declutter's at fault tumble yesterday was clearing up.
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Social Services Neelah Rang
It was by way of a courtesy call, checking on the felicitousness of the Dangerous Declutter Duo who attended. The job they did of conning me was till wrangling me, thus my reply came out, 'As I thought it'.
They were con-men, Neelah! Explained the things was unhappy with (this took about ten minutes!). I managed not to swear. But I told it as it was, including the dirty floor in the wet room, and the flooded kitchen floor that I fell over on and into when I opened the door to go in after they had left.
This seemed to surprise Neelah, and I repeated my belief that they were con-men, and told her why.
She changed the subject. Asked about my wanting someone to do my shopping and laundry. My answer was curt, but not impolite I think: "I cannot afford to pay the £650 pound a week costs, and sending myself into bankruptcy"
I managed to get back on the subject of my being treated and virtually robbed, insulted and injured by the Nottingham City Council rated Declutterers. I told Neelah that I do not want any conflict with the bully-boy, but my having an accident due to their carelessness. And having to clean up what they should have, and had been paid for, irked at me. She will have a word. I hope it doesn't prompt the bullies into coming back to take revenge on me.
Neelah told me I was now off of their list of in-need tenants. I thanked her and decided to get something else to eat. Feeling low again now. The food may help... or not!
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Fed Myself
Another microwave mini-feast. McCains
Then I fell asleep - It Was Bliss!
To be woken up by the evening carer. T'was young Samantha. Told her briefly about the decluttering farce after she'd gave me the medications to take. Offered her a choice of drinks to take, and she took two. Hehe!
I realised afterwards that I'd had a session with Sweet Morpheus, for three hours!
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COVID Latest Local Figures
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Evening Photo Of The Sun-set
Bootiful!
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Potatoes in a saucepan to marinate
I used some liquid smoke, and the Squid sauce, which is basically Anchovies. I'm using this as an alternative to salt sometimes. I forget why now... but still.
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Washed some Trousers
All done, washed, rinsed, rung and hung to dry above the kitchen sink.
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Hoovered the hallway
Got the mini-hoover and cleaned the hallway. It was too late to take the waste bags to the chute... so I didn't! It's looking tidier, innit? That's cause the decluttering crew, have crammed the stuff that they have not taken in boxes and hid them in the big room. Hahaha!
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Made A Morrison Order
Which needed doing, because the Declutters and Cleaners who did not clean but made more mess, have taken all of my full laundry washing liquids, and bleach leaving me just one bottle of bleach and I am out altogether now of laundry washing liquids. Bless the Con-Men!
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Ode to I know not what, nor tell?
My confusion has no close parallel,
Daily, the mental anguish, it's hell!
Occasionally, it's sweet, like caramel,
Or when someone rings my doorbell,
Who is it? One can never quell,
I must accept this bombshell,
It's usually someone with something to sell...
The Thought Storms arrive, pell-mel,
Then the fears join the daunting carousel,
Worries defeat to remember and retell,
Better ensure I'm wearing some apparel,
I wasn't the last time toppled over and fell,
The Paramedic didn't laugh, she was an angel,
She flickered a smile, that was a marvel,
But enough of my meaningless twaddle,
I must control my limited brain cell,
Someone once said, 'Inchy, you've done well!'
I can't recall who, but what the hell...
I've had the odd moment, a successful spell,
This memory though, I must dispel, cancel,
Good luck? It's no good on history to dwell,
One may expect it, not get it and feel unwell,
I wonder if the battery in my ticker is Duracell?
Lost my sense of smell, not exactly a death knell,
No need to lose it, and roll out the barrel,
Gone are my days of chasing after Mam'selle,
Could I try again, go back to the birth canal...
Ah... in failure I can always excel!
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Finished This Blog
