Inchies Day - Tuesday 22nd June 2021: Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

♥ A Trio of TFZer Cooks? Hehe! ♥

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A Few Thoughts In Ode

I woke to feel much better physically, sacre bleu,

Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, all easier, it's true!

But mentally, I thought the prospects to be blue,

My EQ told me something unpleasant is due!

So, I had a wee-wee, and made a brew,

What else could I do?

No females here, for me to bill and coo,

Went to the Porcelain Throne, it was overdue,,

Crosswording, it was like Deja Vous!

Didn't do very well, I attest to,

Not messy, but boy, it did phoo!

The Thought Storms were not forming a queue,

All wanting to simultaneously get through!

But, so beautiful, was the morning view,

It cheered my heart; no, it's true!

But I do so miss the tree copse walk-through!

I heard a noise, the door hole I peeped through,

I hit my head on the door; it made me phew!

Then I forgot what I was about to do...

So I washed a shirt and got myself soaked too!

Then the Health Checking, I did pursue!

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Yahoo!

Brilliant!

Out of the red for the first time ever! I think I might have said that already? Sorry.

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Got the Ablutions Done

This was an extraordinary session... well, apart from the medicationalisationing. I had a lot of bother when applying the hydrocortisone cream to Little Inchies fungal lesion; best say no more. It was very tender applying the ointment and took ages to stop the bleed!

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The Morning Carer Arrived

Natalie, it was, I think. She was a smidge late and told me she was all behind... I resisted any comments on that topic. Haha! She soon sorted me out and was patient enough to listen to something of other I waffled on about

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Rushed Getting Things Ready For the bus into Town

First, I made up and loaded the waste bags into the box on the trolley guide and took them to the rubbish chute.

When I returned to the flat, I heard some workmen's noise, banging and drilling from outside. I got the camera as I put it in my coat to take it with me and snapped the lads working below from the kitchen window.

I couldn't work out what they were up to. It could be the water-leak workers?

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All Ready, I started My Escape!

I went down in the lift, then through the inter-courts passageway, through to Winwood, and to the welcoming ILC's (Independent Living Coordinators); Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion Julie, and Obergruppenfhüreress and Lap-Top Dancer Deana. I dropped off some little treats, had a short natter, and off to the bus stop, to town. Took a few photos while I was enjoying a natter between Jean, Penny and Christine. 

I hope the Fire Brigade or Ambulance are not needed!

Winwood & Winchester Courts

Winwood Court, frontage

Caught the bus, £2.30 bus fare, as it was two minutes too early to use the bus pass. Tsk!

We were soon battered about with the speed bumps, and all arrived safely in town.

Went in the Poundland Store

The one on Upper Parliament Street. They had many empty shelves, but it is Monday, so it was to be expected. They had closed the regular tills, only self-service ones available, presumably while the staff desperately tried to get the shelves restocked? No, hang on, it's Tuesday?

When I got to the till self-serve tills, a young lady came over, put them through for me, and even packed the bag! Bless her, I slipped her a can of vodka and lime in thanks. She was tickled pink by the gesture.

A Hobble Down Clumber Street

I took some photos en route, but many of them I thought were sad...

Boarded up shops on the left and right. This one uses to be a Burton's Tailors shop, I think.

Plenty of proper, unhappy-looking Nottinghamians milling about... I don't blame them!

The saddest of them all for me. What used to be Jessops Camera shop, long since closed down. Some yobs had smashed the windows, Nottinghamians at their best! Incidentally, I counted twelve closed down shops on this short street. Not many folks about... many drunks were spotted, pavement cyclists and Escooter dangers around. And folks throwing leering, threatening looks my way as they saw I have a camera in hand!

First time I've been down this way for over a year. The Lion Hotel was now not a hotel or pub. Adverts showing for gambling, massages, sun-beds and other nefarious activities on show. Hehehe!

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Around The Slab Square

At the back of the Council House at the end of Clumber Street. There were five pavement cyclist in this view as I got the Canon out of my pocket, but only three left by the time I took to this photo.

A pair of legs on an Escotter, and a lady looking proper despondent. I gave her a big smile to try and cheer her up as I passed... Then realised I'd got the facemask on. Hahaha!Tsk!

I Called in the Fletcher Gate Poundland

They were the opposite to the Upper Parliament shop and had closed their self-service tills. I got some more bits, including some more drain unblocked, got served, paid, and out, back into the Slab Square.

The Slab Square had a Police Car parked in the centre of it. At the left end, a pair of drunken folks were doing no harm, but the bloke lept, falling over, its a miracle he didn't hurt himself. His partner was swigging the bottle too, but she's a friendly drunk, it seems. Not that the policemen noticed anything.

I chap on his mobile phone was giving someone grief, and no holding back. Maybe he wanted to use an Escooter? Hehe!

The Slab Square Council House had been adorned with the flag. I thought St Georges day was April 23rd? Oh, right, it just be there, for the Euro Cup?

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Up To The Bus Stop

I had a job to hold onto the trolley and stop it from running down the hill for some reason. Note that my intended cutting back on spending had not really been successful, either, had it? Hehe!
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The Bus Ride Home...

I think I collected a few more bruises on the legs en route back to the flats.

I noticed that we now had three vehicles parked in the emergency reserved spots and on the pavement. But what choice do they have? None, I think!

I entered Winwood, said hello to the wardens as I passed, and went through the Winwood link passage.

At the far end of the walkway, I took this shot of the workers outside. They have brought in some heavier equipment now.

I got through the end door and to the elevator; I like the floor indicator on the floor; it's perfect for tripping over for folks.

I got in the cage, pressed my floor button and involuntarily passed the wind. Phwoar!

Trolley Inside, Fodder Away.

Not a lot of heavy stuff, so I managed things okay for once. Unloaded the bags...

My favourites were the cooked meats. I love a bargain. First two £1, right one £1.50!

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Started Updating this Blog

Four and a half hours later, I'd reached up to here! I'm buggered!

Going to get something to eat before the evening carer calls.

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Dagwood Based Meal

I made too much again, so I couldn't eat it all, but what I did gobble tasted Grrreat! I must make up some more pickled vinegar tomorrow! But, apart from the crap, tasteless potatoes, everything was enjoyed, and a taste rating of 8.5/10 given for this nosh!

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New Evening Carer Arrives.

Name of Julia. A good bit late, but she was caring and patient, and we had a natter while she did the job and drugged me up. Hehe!

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The Czech Republic 0 - 1 England

The match started before Julia had left, but I didn't honestly expect them to win. But they did. Again the performance of England faded in the second half, after a great start as well. I hope but am not expecting them to do much progression-wise after this. But, you never know... Do you?

And poor old Scotland losing out to Croatia, after their great display again Englan in the last round. I felt sorry for them.

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Late Getting Head Down after a long day

The highlight was that Sweet Morpheus soon had me in his grip. Thanks to the Thought Storms absence. Yippee!

Inchies Day - Monday 21st June 2021: Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode occasionally

 

TFZer Thomas - Classy Transporter!

HRH, Lisa, Billum & Gerry at the Tower!

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Mad Morning Thoughts

In terrible Rhyme

I get things wrong, time after time,

My Odes should be classed as a crime!

Although they may improve sometime,

The prospects are not worth a dime!

Getting owt right is a mountain to climb!

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Whoopsiedangleplop

0515hrs: I returned to this often tortuous consciousness, called life. With my EQ giving me warning of frustrations to come! Tsk! However, I was in an industrious mood and determined to get on with the days' tasks.

I bumblingly stumbled to get my hideously over-bellied stomached body free of the £300, second-hand bought, c1968, nauseously beige-coloured, not-working, uncomfortable, rusty, rickety, crumb-covered, difficile, tatty recliner. 

As I was wobblingly getting to my feet, I heard the sound of the mobile phone chirping away. But, could I find it? No! Grumph!

It might have been; The INR Warfarin Vampire Nurse? Or, the Amazon message about the Morrison order or Stencils coming today? Mayhaps even the Morning Carer. Not a good start to the day! 

I thought the tone sounded nearby, and I started my Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the damned phone was!

I hunted around the chairs. I used the torch to see under them, but no luck! Checked the Ottoman and surrounding floor - No chance! Between the recliner and chair, again, No Luck! Checked the drawers and around the computer desk. Failed Again! Then looked in all those places again, with a greater concentration. Naturally, it was a failure once more! Then I got down on all fours with the torch... and there it was, snuggling up against the far wall right at the back!

The long picker-upperer retrieved the mobile, and I got back up with a surprising lack of difficulty for once? Smug-Mode-Adopted!

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Eventually, I Started Computerising Sidetracked!
Went to make a brew, took a wee-wee and washed. I noticed how low the food stocks were in the fridge looked when I got the milk out for the mug of Thompsons Punjana tea. Not like me to allow the stores to get so low?

Ah, but I've got the Morrison order coming today via Amazon; that should replenish some comestibles in the fridge again? Started sorting the photos to the computer.

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Replied to the Comments

From Billum and Tim.

Billum, from Ohio, sent a link to some words that might be of interest. He was right!

The interrobang is a new word to me! As were many others too! Hehehe! 

Thanks, Billumski!

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Health Checks Sorted

The SYS figure soared!

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Amazon-Morrison Order Arrived
What a Farce!

The deliveryman rang the mobile, he could not get in. I advised him to ring 0000 on the keypad, which the chap did, and I heard the Nottingham City Homes Controller telling him to ring 72 on the panel... This is the panel that is showing the 'FAULT' message! 

I think they should know by now after weeks of it not working??? The man told the operator he would do that... I told him I'd come down to let him in - ARGH! I saw it was the deliveryman who came a while ago and left all the parcels in the foyer, refusing to bring them up to the flat! I had to struggle up with them, one at a time! Leaving the others to the mercy of any Magpies. It took me over an hour and a half to get them up and into the flat! That did me no good at all! I feared a repeat!

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A Stroke Of Good Luck Saved The Situation!

Pamela, I think, the late-arriving Care Worker arrived. And I was so glad she was late and saved me so much hassle and pain, Bless Her!

No messing about, she got the bags to and into the lift cage in a flash. Managing a bit of social chit-chat and putting up with my moaning about the Nottingham City Homes controller's attitude in not giving the man entry to the lobby. Surely he must know the situation with the knackered intercom? 

I thanked the Carer, Pamela (I think), for her rescue and assistance. She sorted out the medications and found a minute to have a chinwag with me, Bless Her cotton socks. ♥ Good fortune doesn't visit me very often, but when it does, it makes it all the sweeter!

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I Got the Fodder Stored Away

Not so much this week again, then?

Wholemeal cobs, mini swiss rolls, Marmite Flatbreads, Twiglets, and some short-dated Milk Roll bread that had gone up by 25p!

Washing up liquid and bleach. Mackerel in chilli sauce, Chilli Con Carne soup, Garden peas. With Sterilised milk, Fresh clementine juice, and some Posh Perry, thank you for my helpers who go the extra mile with as mile!

Some cheeses for Jenny and Josie. Surimi sticks and grated Leicester Cheese.

By gum, I live well!

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A brew and Photos of the View

To the left.

Straight below.

Cavendish Vale.

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Hristine, my Vampire Angel Arrived!

Ah, it did the heart good when Hristina came to take my blood sample!

I cheered up instantaneously when I recognised her, with her pulchritudinous, worth a million, twinkling, beaming smile! ♥ If I was forty years younger again, my loins would have been girded. Too late now! Hehehe!

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Onto CorelDraw - Graphics Needed

Hours spent making mistakes, forgetting where I'd sorted part made graphics update later, wee-weeing, fighting with Saccades Sandra to see what I was doing, making brews, and getting into a mental pickle! Managed only a couple, still enough for tomorrow.

Hogglebogsworthyness!

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The Mechanical Pencils Arrived Via Amazon

They'd been posted through the door. Unfortunately, the letterbox was not really wide enough, but that didn't stop them; the package was crushed to get it through, and the box of mechanical pencils burst open, breaking some of the pencils. I am a lucky bugger, ain't I?

Crunglebungs!

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Waste Bags Sorted off to the Chute

Accifauxpas!

Putting the bags into the cantilever... the cast iron, cantilever... I trapped the knuckles on the right hand. I did larf! Well, I didn't really.

A few moments of quiet cursing, gritting of teeth followed with relief that there were no cuts! With the INR level now on 6.1, I must avoid nicks and scratches if I can, else I may bleed to death. On a more cheery note, though, I have a lower chance of having another stroke or heart attack. But the Diabetes, Duodenal Donald, Peripheral Neuropathy or Anne Gyna might get me instead? 

♫ Always look on the bright side of life... ♫

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Got the Nosh Served Up

Flavour Rating 7.5/10

I was well-pleased with the taste of the pickled cucumber. Strong, but not too much. What let it down was the tasteless new potatoes.

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Settled To Watch A Euro Match

Zzzz... The body and mind gave in to an hour of much needed Sweet Morpheus's attention!

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Whoopsiedangleplop!

The door chimes rang out, stirring me into semiconsciousness. It was a little early for the carer, and I assumed it was Josie returning the plate and tray from yesterday's meal I served up for her... Once, yet again, she'd woke me up! Josie does this every week, without fail. But she can't help it: I think she has dementia worse than I have, bless her. But somehow, I'm aware of mine. I sometimes think it would be better not to know? But I'm not sure. 

By the time I most reluctantly got up from the £300, second-hand, c1968, horrendously grungy coloured, eyesore of a haemorrhoid-testing, unfit-for-use, recliner, and looked through the peep-hole in the door. I could see Josie's door closing. Bless her!

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I Stayed up, waited for the Carer

I think Eliska, a nice gal, always seems surprised when I want to talk to her. She responded better today, might be a bit shy? Or not. Soon got the medications sorted for me. Anyroad, I told her to help herself to a thank can of plonk on her way out.

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Couldn't Get Back To Sleep Fancy that!

I did my best to get back to sleep, but Josie had done it again. Hahaha!

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Updated An Old Ode, I Did Months Ago

Called it Coronavirus Calypso. Here's the link:

https://tgc-gerry.blogspot.com/2021/06/inchies-coronavirus-calypso.html.

A bit of silly fun. I think I forgot to post it. Indeed, it needed a lot of editing, so I can't imagine I posted it earlier in that condition. 

It relates to the start of the lock-down, so I added a verse or two at the end to sort of update it. Hope it gives you a smile or two... maybe even three? Haha! Posted it off to Blogger and emailed the link.

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 Finished This Post Off!

It was amazing how long it took me. Hours, and I only had a small bit to add to finish it?

Emailed the link for it and went on Facebooking for a while, not long; the eyelids were drooping now!

A Long Day!

Inchies Coronavirus Calypso

 

Coronavirus Calypso

Going into self-isolation,

As is most of the nation,

To get the toilet rolls in?

The chances? None to thin,

Coronavirus, payment for our sin?

Tellurians, you must not bump into,

Tatterdemalion or the well-to-do,

Urges to touch, you must subdue,

Cut your hair, have basin cut hair-do,

Having sex is still under review!

But pigeons can still bill and coo?

No food in the shops,

Bread, milk, you might find a few,

You'll have to fight and argue,

Battle with the determined queue,

Then blood and insults will spew,

The language'll be very blue!

You might try home delivery for food,

To sustain you and your brood,

If you do, try home delivery food!

To the delivery man, do not be rude,

Self-isolation is wrong, some folk argue,

But I'll not be involved over this, thank you,

HMG responses seem so impromptu,

Certainly going to cost us revenue,

Self-isolation, so many folk rue,

A bit of good news is overdue,

Confusion over what we must do,

We mustn't shake hands too!

Is mankind's end really in view?

Stuck at home, what do we do?

Clean shelves and dust that statue,

Pen some extra veins to your tattoo,

No food in, so no chocolate to chew,

Can't get out to buy, so no making stew,

Your plans and orientation, none askew!

Sit, read a book, perhaps of Fu Manchu,

Back of the fridge, mouldy Danish blue?

You're starving now, for tea that'll do!

Dig around the sofa for crisp-crumbs residue!

The nurse's visit cancelled too,

Mind froze, stagnated; what will ensue?

Where is the spirit of World War Two?

Is it the end? Will you ever again hear a cuckoo?

Is it to be that you'll not see another cup of tea?

Farewell, to your beloved tasty Glengettie brew?

Your mind gets depressed; whatever can you do?

Finally, you get a plan made and worked through!

Escape! Find food, and hopefully, a toilet roll too!

Your plan to go shopping, sanctioned by the Tenant's escape crew,

How to get us through, whatever can you do?

They don you with a wig to hide your bald head from view,

You know you may not return, but offer your neighbours a thank-you,

Creep out, staying in the shadows, your walking stick oiled too,

Arrive at the store, but what a sight greets you...

But it's the future, your deja vu, hitherto!

Empty shelves, fighting, greed, at Sainsbury's too!

Little fresh food, no toilet rolls, not even a tissue!

This was now a serious issue,

You give an Achoo - but nobody blesses you!

Last week, I departed, with a facemask on us,

Met a protesting, nasty gang of AntiMaskers!

Their mood, angry and ablatitious,

They knocked me off of my walking stick, so vicious!

All, bar one of the paramedics, were wonderous, 

He was an anti-face masker; and kicked me in the knackers!

Inchies Day - Sunday 20th June 2021: Graphics, Photographicalisations & the odd Ode

TFZers It'll be fun for them both to get into that sports car! Hehe!

Sunday 20th June 2021

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Inchies Morning Ode

6:00hrs, I woke, feeling rather old,

Finding crumbs in my tummy fold,

Nocturnal nibbling, I growled!

Again, I had sinned and fouled,

To the Porcelain Throne, and it must be told,

It went well, no pain, no blood!

Although a little like torpedoes of mud,

In fact, it was pretty good!

A brew, thoughts of widowerhood,

I fell over with a thud!

Didn't half make me feel a wud,

Start the blog, I think I should!

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Computerisationing 06:20hrs

I started sorting out the photographs to use in yesterdays Inchies Day. I kept wandering off what I was doing as the idea for the above ode came into my memory-challenged brain. Went for a wee-wee. After this, I forgot what I was doing and started prepping Josie's meal things. Made a brew of Glengettie, next I had another wee-wee, back to the computer, forgetting about the photos and made up the poem. I thought my body was smelling a bit iffy, so I stopped and had a wash-up. Confusion Colin was creeping in...

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Had another enthusiast hosepipe like wee-wee, made a mug of Thompsons Punjana tea; the tea-caddie was nearly empty, so I refilled it from my stockpile. As luck would have it, I had a few to hand. Hehehe!

Back to the computer I went. I farted about going from one job to another; got myself in a bit of a pickle mentally, doing this.

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The Brain was refusing to communicate!

I was battling with the mind and not necessarily winning. I still kept wandering of the subject at hand but somehow got around to starting this blog going again.

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Carer Arrived 07:50hrs

Accifauxpas

Another new carer arrived. He was a youngster who seemed a little nervous to me. So, I made a point of appearing all relaxed to calm him down.

He soon got into it, bless him.

Whoopsiedangleplop

But I made a mess of taking the tablets, thank you, Peripheral Pete! First, dropped the bottle cap, then the tablet box. Then, finally, I had to get down on my knees to look for the dropsied tablet pot; it had rolled under the cabinet...

I thought! But it hadn't! The Carer had picked it up, and I'd not noticed until I got down on the floor to find what I reckoned was the tablet pot, was, in fact, was a lost pot of evening medications from weeks ago! Fool, me!

A good job that the Carer was here, else I may have been down there all day! Tsk! I tried to use humour over the incidents. In case the Carer was bothered, but he wasn't. So I thanked him, and off he shot.

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Health Checks Conducted 08:25hrs

The blood pressure was as good as yesterday overall on the graph. The only thing a bit out was the pulse, at 93bpm. Nae, bother! 

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Another wee-wee and brew of Glengettie

Wee'd made a mug of tea and took these shots of the beautiful morning view. You can see the kitchenette window frame in the first shot, thick innit. Just about like me. Hehe! Go on, laugh!

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Prepping Josie's Meal

Got the steak cooking and made the gravy, soaked the peas, leeks, and beans to marinate. I put some small potatoes in the crockpot to have later while watching the Italy v Wales Euro match. But I found more diseased ones again...

So, that's Morrisons, Iceland and Sainsbury's selling crap. But maybe it's not their fault. The weather, perhaps? 

Or they have caught the new strain of Covid-19? Haha!

Eurgh!

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Waste Bag Duties

At last, Nicodemus's Neurotransmitters were working, so I made up some waste bags and got them to the chute and deposited them.

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Prepping Josie's MEal Again

And Sister Jane rang. We had a marvellous chinwag, but I had to ring off to get Josie's meal served up, delivered, and the pots washed. So I apologised and off to the kitchen.

Took the tray to her door with some extra treats. A dish of braised beef in gravy, with potatoes, peas, onions, carrots and leeks.
(A good lot of cleaning up to do now, Hahaha!)

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Checked on my Football Meal status

The pan of my stew wasn't looking very attractive, but still.

 Left the potatoes on a low crockpot heat and just had to take a rest. Try to get some sleep before the Welsh footy team tackle Italianos. Of course, I anticipate either no sleep at all of nodding off just before the game starts!

I nodded of just before the game started!

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Woken Up By The Night Carer

Another first-time carer called tonight. The lady seemed to know what she was doing. With me being half-asleep, the conversation was at a minimum. Did me in no time.

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Ablutions Tended To Nice!

Took my time, no rush, and enjoyed a long, careful session that had its dropsies, of course, but avoided any Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops worth mentioning.

Until that is, it came to the dodgy job of medicationalisationing, and Neuropathic Pete's usual lousy timing in his failing nerve ends!

I'd run out of Germoloid. So the new unknown what it is shoulder and stomach lesions had to be done with the last of the cheap antiseptic.

The body might be coming out in sympathy with the blighted potatoes? Hahaha!

Anyroad, this ointment didn't half sting a bit!

The Germoloid for the rear end piles was so easing; I've a spare tube in stock of that. I'll order some more Germolene from Amazon later on, that is if I remember, of course. I'm confident I will... Ahem!

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Handwashing Sorted 19:25hrs

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Wee, Tea, Made Pickled Cucumber!

Wee-wee'd washed and made a brew of Thompsons Punjana, all delightful!

I sliced them thicker this time, just to see what they came out like. Then, I put less demerara sugar in and used only pickling and wine vinegar. I hope in the morning to be satisfied.

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A Pretty Evening Photo View 21:35hrs 

Taken from the kitchenette window.

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Updating of this blog 21:10hrs

I got the latest photo's uploaded, tweaked and in the blog. I was struggling with nerve ends failing and returning, most frustrating!

At this moment, I took another wee-wee... And what a marathon it was! I'd used the NWWB (Nocturnal-Wee-Wee Bucket), and I thought the thing was going to overflow; such was the sudden force blasting out from Little Inchie! And I'd been having reluctant, 'Wait for it to start' sessions all day - most confusing! 

And the PMAD (Post-Micturition-After Dribbling) passed more urine than the wee-wees have been earlier in the day did! 

I hope that the infection has not returned. This will mean my having to go and see the stern, uncaring young Urologist doctor - and being commanded to stop drinking proper tea and go to the decaffeinated crap! I tried it last time, and it is the worst brew I've ever had. It didn't even taste like tea! Horrible! Eurgh! 

I remember when I went to the St Annes Clinic to see her, and I merely mentioned that I wear Protection Pants: She'd got the wrong message, assuming I was making for some? And defended the NHS not supplying them anymore, only pads, so she cannot give me any... I pointed out that I didn't know that the NHS provided them anyway and always had to buy my own. Gawd, she was in a bad mood!

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Finished Updating - Off to Blogger 22:45hrs

Head down, Thought Storms appeared. Sleep hard to come by... Pissed off! 

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