Monday 8th September 2014
Up at 0500hrs. WC.
I’ve arranged for me deliveries to arrive today. Morrison’s and Asda nosh, and me toaster via Yodel.
Asda nosh 0600>0800hrs
Morrison’s 0900> 1000hrs
If they all come at the agreed times I can still get then to me Warfarin level tests this afternoon, otherwise if any one of them is late, I’ll end up with two tests tomorrow at the hospital and the laundry to do. (We’ll see how me luck runs)
Made a cuppa, took med’s…
Started laptop, did graphics and finished posts.
I got loads done and posted, and had to wait at the window for me deliveries.
Asda nosh 0600>0800hrs – Arrived 0705hrs
Morrison’s 0900> 1000hrs – Arrived 1000hrs
Yodel 1100>1300hrs – Arrived 1919hrs
I was late with me evening medications. ‘cause I was waiting to the Yodel delivery that came – and I was late with taking me evening medications.
Ah well, I’ll go and get me tests done tomorrow then…
Tuesday 9th September 2014
Up at 0500hrs.
Blood cleaned up.
Came down and found I’d left the front door unlocked overnight, Tsk!
Started laptop, did a bit of WordPress viewing – Totally forgot about my laundry, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Got the nurses treats and forms filled in ready for the INR tests, got missen prettied up (Mammoth daily task that) shaved and washed.
Set off to the bus stop, and caught bus into town. Called in Tesco and got some cream cakes for the gals in haematology, then caught bus out to the QMC hospital.
Finished off me Eric Morecombe book en route, I’ll take that with me other bits to the Nottingham Hospice shop tomorrow (Said him fully confident that he’ll remember).
I took photo of the bus when I got off of it. A Mercedes bus, private company but I’m allowed to use me bus-pass on em.
When I got to the Queens Medical Centre entrance, I was greeted with about a hundred people waiting outside, ‘cause the fire alarm had been activated. Yet through the window I could see dozens of people noshing away in the cafeteria… well they don’t call them that nowadays do they now it’s a Coffee shop, where you can take out a mortgage and buy a cup of fancy coffee.
We were soon admitted, and I picked up the free Metro newspaper en route to the Haematology dept for me tests, took a ticket and sat awaiting me number to be called.
I got in, and the nurses were tickled pink with their cream cakes and nibbles.
Being as I’d caught the buses to get there, I decided to take a walk back into town to keep the knees oiled like.
As I passed the old entrance gate to Wollaton Park, I noticed it was now occupied by the Mercedes company, sad that.
Further down Derby Road on me hike, I saw the Rose & Crown public house had been done-up. Thought it looked so nice, I took a photo of it.
I limped on, and when I passed Canning Circus, I took a different route through the (Privately owned and ran ‘Park’ area), that I thought would bring me out near the Audio centre I use.
I eventually came out on Maid Marion Way, which suited me better, because I was going to the Chinese shop to get some veg-meat snacks. Which I did.
Walked down through the town centre, not many folk about today.
As I passed a pub on me way to catch a bus to Fulton’s in Arnold to get some more microwave sausages, I saw through the open doorway, two deadly Mobility Scooters, with the drivers downing the plonk on the seats next to them. Scares me you know, these scooters, well the drivers if em. No law saying they need to take a test, or have insurance. This made me wonder about drink driving on a Mobility Scooter? I shuddered”
Caught the bus to Arnold, and popped into Fulton’s, where I managed to get some sausages and lollies.
I crossed the road, and waited at the bus stop. I’d put me bags on the floor to sort out me bus-pass, and a Mobility scooter driving lunatic drove over one of me bags! She just carried on as if nothing had happened. I whipped out me camera and took a snap as she drove on regardless.
Caught the bus home, by which time I was shattered and weary.
Got me head down to try and sleep, but…
Wednesday 10th September 2014
Up at 0400hrs.
WC (Making it four last night Tsk!)
Started laptop, made cuppa, then WC.
Got me bag ready with the Nottingham Hospice things in, then I did some work on posts for the blog.
Shave: dropped me razor and broke it, so I used a throw-away one, wash, teeth done, cleaned tootsies and glasses, changed bandage (Must remember to get some more soon), applied me creams and pain gel.
Set off on me walk to Sherwood’s Nottingham Hospice Shop, nice day, hope it doesn’t bring out the yobboes… crossed fingers.
Gave em me bits at the Hospice shop, and caught the bus to town.
Got some bread to feed the ducks with, and caught bus to Derby.
Fell asleep on the bus, bus only for a moment or so.
The Derwent riverside had loads of folks, dogs, mobility scooters, and yobs around, and hundreds of ducks. I observed the mallard ducks were bravely getting a bit nasty with the immigrant giant Canada geese in their fight to get to the food being thrown to them. I hope Campbell doesn’t hear about this? There seemed like thousands of pigeons in the melee. I was so fascinated with this, I forgot to take any photographs though. (Huh!)
Had a walk into the Eagle shopping centre market: Dead as a dodo in there, and even more stalls closed down. Mind you, there was still the Mad Mobility Scooter drivers danger ever present.
Had a walk about for a bit, then I caught the bus back to Nottingham. I got on the one that takes the round-about route so I could enjoy the scenery for a change. But fell asleep before it got to Draycott, a very kind lady woke me up at Beeston… I felt such a fool!
Dropped off in the city centre, and called onto the Chinese Food Shop and got another pack of the vegetable nibbles, as I liked the last one much. The girl in the shop is I think, falling in love with me, as she ignored me far less viciously than she did yesterday!
Caught the bus to Carrington.
Dropped off the bus thinking I’ll call at the GP while I think of it. A chap stopped me and asked for directions to the City hospital, no problem for me, so I gave em to him. Then I walked home forgetting about the GP again.
Made a cuppa then updated this tosh. So tired now.
Thursday 11th September 2014
Kept waking up all night. Woke up at 0505hrs.
It felt like I’d had a different bad dream each time, but I could only recall bits of the last one;
I was leader of the country; I stopped production of all nuclear, atomic, nerve, gas and germ weapons, and ordered that they be buried as deep as possible underground, but with a failsafe detonation system attached. I held a meeting at 0930hrs and told the world that if they do attack us, we would detonate all of our weapons underground, and this would destroy the entire planet! At 0938hrs the first missile landed in Stalybridge. At 0942hrs, I detonated our stockpile, and found myself along with everyone else, in the queue at St Peter’s gate… not sure what happened then.
How I can remember the times is amazing, yet I forget so much other stuff that I’m sure was in the nightmare? I’ve vague memories of George Osborne being in the nightmare somewhere?
Got down, started laptop and made a cuppa, took medications.
Blogged for a bit and did some graphics ready for later use.
Got me things ready for the launderette, and set off.
Got the machine going after the big gal on duty today made a fuss of me… well she said “Good morning”.
I got the togs in the drier when the washing machine had done its bit. And walked over to the GP to fetch me prescription. I got a rollicking for not replying to their Email giving me my new medications dosage.
I humbly apologised and told them I would not let this happen again. Then gave them some nibbles to eat.
Went over to the chemists, handily located next door to the launderette, and got me prescribed extra pain killers, gel and dermatological cream.
Back to the launderette, and got me Spike Milligan book out to read.
Folded the togs into the bags when they were dry enough, said farewell to the big gal in the launderette, but she was on the phone and didn’t hear me like.
Got home (Using the term in its loosest sense), put me togs away, got me Nottingham Hospice bag that I prepared earlier, and set off on a walk to the Sherwood.
Noticed some nice old cars parked up on the way, looked like they’d been parked up for years.
Arthur Itis was causing extra bother in me left knee this morning.
I called in Wilko on the way, to see if I could get any microwave plates and dishes – couldn’t find any though, but I did get a cheapo can-opener to replace the one that collapses while I was using it last night. (Curried beans all over me and the floor… Tsk!)
Got to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, and the girls there thanked me for the donations and nibbles wot I took ‘em. Bless ‘em.
Crossed over the road, and called into Holland’s to get some pistachio bars, but didn’t have any in, so I didn’t.
Noted a mobility scooter parked outside the bookies, gave it a wide berth!
I was limping a fair bit now, as I passed the Police contact point on the other side of the road, where the burglar alarm was going off. No chance of catching anyone there as the police only occupy it for two half days a week.
Further along I passed the new pub, there were three mobility scooters outside of it; glad I didn’t pass it later when the drivers were staggering out and putting lives at risk by driving em in an intoxicated state!
Got near the top of the hill, and suffered a few dizzy spells. Realised I’d not had me hat on for about half a mile, so put it on, despite looking a twit in the warm sunshine. The spells stopped after a few minutes, and I continued the walk back to the dump.
As I turned the corner into my street, a bloke with two bull terriers walked past me, neither had a lead or muzzles on. I could see a fight taking place between two women at the far end of the street… so nice to get home innit?
I got in, WC. Laptop started, made a cuppa, and couldn’t find me cheapo tin-opener?
Updated this tosh.
Friday 12th September 2014
Woke up several times as usual during the night. A very active Arthur Itis in me left knee still visiting and a new tummy ache – but more concerning at the moment, Montezuma’s revenge (diarrhoea) each time I woke up I utilised the porcelain pot!
As I write this, I’ve been up about half an hour, laptop on, made cuppa and took me morning medications and I’ve been back up to the WC twice already. No make that three times… back in a bit…
I was only just in time. Oh dear, that was unpleasant.
Looked at some blogs, checked emails. Then worked on creating graphics for me next post – However, for some reason when I tried to export me art to jpeg, it would only export as monochrome!!! Confused, I searched the web for help, but could find none applicable to me problem?
Whether it was Coreldraw or the laptop causing the error I don’t know.
Frustrated, I finished using mono smudges and gave up.
Took the rubbish out to the bins.
Got a wash up, and went on a walk to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with some stuff.
Stopped off at continental shop and got some bread and boscek.
Then after dropping off me stuff at Hospice place, I called at a computer shop in Sherwood and asked them if they could supply me with a laptop powerful enough to cope with Coreldraw, and a Coreldraw programme disc, and how much would it cost if so – they could not.
I crossed the road and tried at another computer shop, “Could you supply me with a laptop powerful enough to cope with Coreldraw, and a Coreldraw programme disc, and how much would it cost if you could – they could not.”
I caught the bus into town, and called at the first computer on Mansfield Road, asking them “Could you supply me with a laptop powerful enough to cope with Coreldraw, and a Coreldraw programme disc, and how much would it cost if you could – they could not.”
Went a few shops up to the other computer shop “Could you supply me with a laptop powerful enough to cope with Coreldraw, and a Coreldraw programme disc, and how much would it cost if you could – they could not.”
Went to computer shop on Upper Parliament Street, “Could you supply me with a laptop powerful enough to cope with Coreldraw, and a Coreldraw programme disc, and how much would it cost if you could – they could not.”
Frustrated beyond tolerance I walked to PC World and asked the same question there: they could not.
Really down now.
Caught the bus back to the flea-pit, bitter, twisted, annoyed and pissed-off!
Tried again to sort out what the problem really is using internet Coreldraw-help-pages (Thanks Mike) but no luck at all.
A bitter old man tonight – but hey-ho, monochrome will have to do for the foreseeable future for Inchy. (SHIT!)
Hah!, and double Hah! Me radio’s stopped working now!
1600hrs: I tried removing Coreldraw9 and reloading it – oh dear, here I go…
1720hrs: No such luck, still not working properly!
Now the yobs are lurking again.
Saturday 13th September 2014
I was throughout the night making use of the WC. Rumbling runny stomach ache, and each time I woke up, I felt sorry for me about the Coreldraw/laptop situation.
Arose at 0500hrs WC, cold this morning, stomach churning, down and made a cuppa, laptop on, tried saving in colour on Coreldraw but failed again, a black and white world for me now. Tsk! I can import any graphics wot I dun earlier straight into WordPress in colour or straight from me camera, but any I create or doctor since will only save to disc in mono.
WC (Cor blimey, wot an aroma!)
I hope I do not have any accidents with the runs when I go to see Sister Jane later at jumble sale where she is a volunteer at the Friary United Reform Church Charity Jumble Sale in West Bridgford.
Having utterly failed to get Coreldraw9 to export or save anything I’ve created or doctored in colour, and feeling a tad depressed, I closed everything down and did me ablutions.
On me walk/limp into town, I took a photo of the building where I hope, God willing, to move into. Sheltered housing flats, they are to the right of the Baptist Church in the photo on the right.
Carried on with me limp hobble into city centre, and caught the bus out to the Friary Church. As I was walking own Musters Road, I espied a Computer shop and called in to see if they could help me with getting Coreldraw onto a new laptop and how much would it cost please. With a puzzled look on his face, he didn’t know what Coreldraw was, so could not help me. Feeling low, and with a grumbling tummy, I carried on to the church.
Then had a dizzy spell, luckily it passed quickly this time.
At the church, I searched around the jumble sale that qwas in many different rooms, and found her busy behind her stall, serving and watching for jumble sale-lifters, and there were many of those.
Managed a few little natters with Jane, and then she told me that they had some books on sale in another part of the building in the front block, (Jane’s stall was bric-a-brac) so I took a look. Bought a book about Farcical Football Matches, it looks very interesting.
Help em clear up after the jumble sale, then waited outside with Jane for Pete to arrive to give her a lift home.
Took her photo while she waited, come out nice I think. (David Bailey – phrr!)
Pete arrived and I took me leave and got bus back to City. Avoiding the mad mobility scooters, skateboarders and cyclists on the pavements, I made me way to the bus stop, and caught bus back to the depressingly named home.
I started laptop to try and find out what had gone wrong with it or Coreldraw, but by the time it had loaded, I was feeling so depressed and tired, I turned it off, and retired.