I may be moving out of this zombie prison soon.
I have gained enough strength to stir the shy te here because I arranged for the 'cook' to supply me with toddler food from ASDA instead of the warmed up junk they serve here.I ask for it NOT to be heated up
I await a visit from a social worker to find me a home which meets my needs.
I haven't had my body or hair washed for a year. I brought 3 sets of bedding when I came here- they are 'lost' frequently -I often wait for 2 weeks until they find some of it - probably been on someone else's bed (stained). Lost knickers I replaced by using paper knickers - just didn't fancy wearing some that had been messed by someone else.
I use a lot of hankies because my nose streams clear...

I have considered whether or not to write this for several weeks now. It will offend some people but I feel the need to say it in order to 'get it off my chest'.
I am living in a 'care' home with 30 zombies.
I am unable to leave my room because I am attached to an oxygen generating machine for 24 hours a day. I could have an extra machine installed in the lounge but I know it would get tampered with by the zombie residents, and I don't want their company in the lounge anyway. I had my door wedged ajar when it was hot in the summer - the conversations I overheard were not inspiring.
Dementia has many variations and I have seen them all in here -
The woman in the room next to mine has screaming sessions at least twice...

Just a quick note
To all the members asking after my health and members that have been round to see me after leaving hospital Thankyou it's good to see and hear from you

If your thinking of calling round to see me just let me let you know thanks to a MP getting involved we are moving to a ground floor flat on the 22nd July
So won't be at Persia st after that date moving to Huncoat if you want my new address please text me and I will pass my new address on
All the best Mick

Over the last few days I've been putting up pictures & the focus was on our "Kleins' Madel". I make no apologies for this as it was Lilos' swansong & our way of coming to terms with her impending loss.

For some time now she has had cancerous tumours growing & increasing throughout her body. The TierArzt gave her limited time & recommended that we should make the most of the time that remained while we could & we tried, we really tried.

She was allowed a little more leeway as was the norm, more fussing & treats, longer/shorter walks out, we took our lead from her choices, whatever was practical to ease the passing of her last remaining bitter-sweet days.

Today, just before...

Hiya all,

As of late those who browse my postings may have noticed a somewhat erratic & random approach to posting. Instead of orderly regular timings they're proper "Farmer" postings (chucking my muck out at all hours, times & all over the place!) in the main due to having far to much time on my hands, disrupted kip/daily routines out the window & boredom! (always a bad thing when an urchin like me has nothing to occupy or gainfully employ me, ask the Wifey for references! )

The reason for this insouciance? (That's a good word that there ...) My mortal injury as mentioned a wee while back, while doing my daily endeavours & going about my lawful, gainful employment I had the misfortune...