Monday 8th December 2014
Woke around 0450hrs.
Laptop on and working, did posts for the League of Mental Men and Inchcock blog sites.
Checked ‘Little Inchy’ when I scrubbed him up, no blood! I think it is moderately safe now to say after 9 weeks, he’s healing up is almost complete… or should I have said that? Oh dear…
Washed and titivated meself and assembled things for me trip to the Queens Medical Centre Haematology for INR Warfarin level tests.
Card, bus-pass, camera, specs, long-johns on, gloves, hearing-aids in etc.
Set off on my hobble into town and the sky that was so threatening yesterday morning was less daunting, although obviously holding some rain I thought.
Cold wind again but not so strong.
As I approached the Hucknall Road junction, I was taking out my camera to film the sky from the same angle as yesterday when a very loud bang was hear.
I could see passengers in the buses and car drivers looking around – but I could not find what caused the noise.
It sounded very close to me… but with my hearing who knows? A clear bang if that is the word to use?
Another mystery of Nottingham life? I didn’t hear owt about it on the news later.
I carried on me walk up Mansfield Road (0940hrs approx) and the traffic was queuing already on its slow way into town.
A walked through ic bus station and into Victoria Centre to get some Lion bars from the cheapo shop. Four for a pound yer know…
Caught the bus out to the hospital… what a driver I’m sure his intention was to cripple as many passengers as possible… or the brakes had just been serviced?
Still, we free bus-pass merchants mustn’t complain.
As I entered the frontage, I noticed a Christmas tree had been placed in the centre spot in the middle of the road so all those ward windows would allow the patients to see it?
Big queue at the Haematology Dep’t, but I’d took me crossword book so it didn’t matter.
Next time I’ll take a pen as well!
When I got in and I got done I gave the nurses their nibbles to which I’d added a few chocolate liqueurs to cheer em up and thank em for Christmas.
On my way out I noticed the rain had started to fall and stayed under cover a few minutes until it lessened a tad… a good job I did.
Cause I’d left one of me bags behind in the waiting area at the haematology, so limped as quickly as I could back there to find this man and woman going through the contents. They were looking for some identification they said, and handed over me bag when I told them the contents.
I can’t take myself anywhere nowadays… Tsk!
As I came out of the hospital again, I looked down at the lower level and noticed the queue of cars for the car park was not moving, and some cars had been parked on the chevrons and double yellow lines. I should imagine this would be overlooked while all the tram works were hampering things.
The new tram bridge into the compound was being inched into place in this photo from the Nottingham Post paper.
I caught a bus to town but it was a Broad Marsh bus, not the city centre – lethal for me finances that – I had to hobble passed three DVD shops… oh dear… Ans Lorna from the Troll Free Zone had recommended a film called UP – so naturally I called in to see if they had it in stock…
I came put of the shopping centre with ‘The Expendables 3’, ‘All Creatures Great and Small full series’ and ‘Grudge Match’.
Then walked to Marks and Sparks to see if they had any headphones. They didn’t.
I continued on me walk to town in the drizzle, and noticed outside the 24hour McDonald’s was a street artists looking rather glum poor devil. He’d been working making a dog and cat entwined representation in sand and the rain had ruined it. Felt so sorry for him I gave him a quid anyway.
I poddled up exchange walk, not easy with the crowds motorbility scooters, Big issue sellers and people on pushbikes… and got to the top eventually without injury and took a photo of the Winter Wonderland stalls, with all the happy cheerful friendly people (Lie detected!)
The background of the old Prudential building looked grand against the skyline.
I limped up and caught a bus back to Carrington and the flea-pit.
Had to sort me medication dose pots anew.
All colour coded mind… good stuff yer know. Took me flipping ages to do.
Laptop started, had me nosh while I waited for it to start…
Blow me no internet connection again… bloody BT! So much for them convincing me to go on fibre and how it will be faster more reliable… and they said no extra cost, then the prices went up after I’d been on it for 1 week! It’s the French yer know, they own it… I think?
It came on after a few resets and rebooting the latop… Huh!
Set about finishing this Diary, then did some facebooking and blog reading.
Tuesday 9th December 2014
Awake but uncommonly weary at 0445hrs.
Started the laptop. Waiting for t to start I tackled the stair down to make a good strong cuppa. gingerly returned up the stairs back to the now started laptop.
I’m weary on the stairs since my fall backwards on them going up them. T’was a dizzy spell not the arthritis that caused the fall. Tsk!
Took my medications, remembering to have the extra Warfarin tablet.
Coreldraw working well at the moment, laptop a little slow. But hey, it’s working!
Got up to WC and afterwards I dropped my bottle of hand cleaner right on me left foot’s corn! I couldn’t have hit it better if I’d aimed it at it… I do believe I might have uttered a swear word.
Did a bit of Facebooking. And a lot of graphicalisationing on Coreldraw… until it froze again.
Still, I did get a lot done and posted on Facebook. I posted an old graphic wot I dun to TFZ, I hope the TFZers like the humour.
Made a cuppa and pot of porridge with added honey! I bet David Cameron wishes he could live as well as wot I do yer know… maybe not?
A lack of human beings in Carrington this morning – no yobs or dustbin raiders? Very odd and worrying that!
Got missen cleaned up and semi-presentable and Painphor gelled me knees for me walk into Sherwood’s Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, then hopefully into Bulwell for some nosh and feed the ducks.
Got the Nottingham Hospice shop thing, bus-pass, nibbles etc ready in bag.
Set out from the house taking a picture of the street.
Walked to the end of the street turned left to St Johns church, then right into Church Drive.
Where at this point I had not seen another human being (Using the term lossely) at all! Were they all Christmas shopping or had the aliens attacked and took em without anyone telling me? Hehe!
As I crossed the drive and a car ame passed that made me jump a tad that I realised I’d not got me hearing-aids in!
Back to the bomb-site and put em in and set off again…
Now realising how cold and biting the wind was this time I caught a bus into Sherwood – bless the pensioners free bus-pass issue!
Etched graffiti on the new bus seating”
Dropped te stuff off at the shop and caught a bus into town.
I observed as I sat there with me crossword book successfully failing to solve a single clue that the plastic seating in front of me had been graffitied, on looking around many seats on the new bus had been mistreated in a similar way.
I considered sending an email to Cameron asking if the punishment could fit the crime and the vandals should be scratched over the forehead with a Stanley knife with the words ‘Antisocial dick-head’?
But then of course this would mean that MPs would have to have the words ‘Liar, nepotist, nihilist and expense fiddler put on their heads…? (Hehe) So perhaps not eh?
I got into town and called in the cheapo shop to get some Lion bars for myself this time to nibble when I get depressed… I bought 8 bars at 4 for a quid, good value but I noticed they were very low on stocks and bought the last on show. Tsk!
Caught the bus into Bulwell for yet another interesting journey. For the fact that (I think) there were three people on mobiles at the same time, a woman with three kids talking away in what I think were different languages. Cosmopolitan Nottingham eh?
No problem with that at all – if only each one had not been shouting down the phones! Loud mobilers do get on me tits a bit in any language I mean.
Dumped shopping trolleys in the river Leen. Only one person here – the other would be shop-lifting or mugging for Christmas I expect?
I think maybe they were competing with each other for some reason to see who could talk the loudest?
Dropped off the bus and walked straight to the shop to get some bread for the mallards.
Then over to the river Leen (In a different spot this time) and immediately the mallards seagulls and pigeons arrived around me.
There must be some therapy from feeding the mallards and pigeons that I do not comprehend – but enjoy it?
I noticed that the locals had decorated the river with shopping trolleys near the bridge – so artistic these apprentice-yobbies and vandals here you know!
I wish I’d got more bread now. I used all the bird-seed I had with me as well and later bought another bag in readiness for me next visit.
I called in Iceland to get some Warburton thins and some pulled pork cobs. It’s the first time I’d seen these and as they were on offer at 89p I treated missen.
Turned out I liked them despite there being a hot flavour relish in them. No idea what flavour, but I enjoyed it later in the day wishing I’d got more of em.
Went in Fultons next and they had some large boxes of biscuits also at 89p, so I got a couple so I could give em to the nurses as nibbles later.
Had a wander around the market for a while – observing the aggressive nature of the locals, and the amount of dangerous people in mobility scooters again. Overall the populace appeared brusque and unhappy for some reason?
I caught the bus back to the hoppit as the rain started and at least the biting wind dropped en route.
Got in and out me things away, INR Warfarin level results had come through the letter-box.
Much better this time 3.4, almost spot in for once!
Made a cuppa and ate me pulled pork cob while watched DeNiro and Stallone’s DVD called Grudge Match.
I surprisingly enjoyed what I saw of it – repeatedly – as I kept nodding off despite my wanting not to. The rewind button on the new DVD player got well used!
Eventually I gave up and drifted off…
I woke up with a start at 2325hrs. WC’d. Started the laptop then went down and made a cuppa.
Returning and imported the pictures and finished this post around 0130 hrs.
Did some Facebooking and blog reading.
Wednesday 10th December 2014
What an odd night!
Last night I collapsed into tiredness and kip really early – about 1830hrs. Woke up at 1225… no 0005hrs and made a cuppa and started work on me blog and posted one, checked emails, did no-end of graphics, Facebooked and read some blogs over the next seven hours… amazing but I expect to collapse early again tonight.
1020hrs: I am now going to struggle get my socks off and ‘ave a scrub down, do me teggies, shave, shampoo and a sh… Then struggle to get me clean socks on. Then put me pile cream on, then rub in me Painphor cream on me knees, then search fer me bus-pass, midday medications, hearing aids, glasses and get ready to go out and take some piccies fer me blog – well wrapped up of course (that’ll be me not the blog well wrapped up).
Do yer know I’m losing interest at the thought of all the bother now… Tsk!
Forced missen out of the house wandering if I’d forgotten summat like…
CPO’s Investigate – I know not what
Noticed two CPO’s across the road at the Nottingham Natural Health Centre, that would be the one where my neighbour went last year, forget what he went for now, but the treatment cost him £900.
Flipping biting cold wind again.
Caught bus into town, and attempted to walk down Clinton Street to get to Primark – blimey the mass of people. Bit of a struggle getting out of the way in time of more aggressive ones.
Clinton Street crowds scared me a bit…
As I turned the corner a youth belted passed on a bicycle nearly hitting a lady nearby. I did my usual and shouted “If yer too scared to go on the road yer shouldn’t be on a bike… I added a rather colourful word at the end descriptive of what we all have n out breasts.
Still to be expected this time of year I suppose.
The queue wot I joined before me injuries…
Got to Primark and boy was it busy, and dangerous too? Yes!
I hobbled around and bought some really thick long sleeve t-shirts, another pair of long johns and joined the queue.
See photo. Good job I had plenty of time.
As I exited the pay area a woman knocked her pram into me left arthritic knee, stopped talking on her mobile to say “Sorry duck” then continued on her phone as she walk away. Bless her I thought.
Then, as I approached the escalator to go down, a bloke rushed in front of me treading on me left foot! Bless him I thought.
I still managed some slow but nifty footwork to avoid (Just) the store detectives as they chased after one of Nottingham’s multitudinous shoplifters out of the store.
Came out £39 pounds worse off, and limping a little more than usual and walked into town wandering if there was an Iceland shop in the City Centre where I could get those egg and sausage muffins on offer at 89p… I bravely approached a CPO and cheekily ask if she knew of one. The look that said “What the #uck are you asking me for” came over her face as she said “No”.
Bulwell Market looking a bit sad I thought
So I decided to go to Bulwell again to the Iceland there – of course I could also feed me mallard ducks and pigeons at the same time.
The market in Bulwell looked rather sad today. (See picture)
I hobbled to Farm Foods and got two loaves for a quid to feed the sucks with, I’d already got the birdseed with me from home.
Then into Iceland and got the muffins and very nice they are too!
Another dumped shopping trolley today
Out and down to the rivers… to be greeted by the horrible sight of another shopping basket dumped in the water!
Suddenly I remembered I wanted some of the smoked cooked ham from Fulton’s Foods.
So I walked back up the main street to the shop and searched but they didn’t have any smoked ham in, so I struggled (The bags were weighing me down by now with all the stuff wot I’d bought like) around looking for any bargains but found none.
As I started out to feed the mallards, a woman on the disabled scooter came out of shop and was on her mobile phone – only the alertness and agility of those nearby prevented her from hitting them.
I wonder if it should be an offence to use a mobile phone when driving a mobility scooter? They can’t dock driving licence points because the idiots who drive them without concern for others do not need a driving licence, or tax, or even insurance by law.
Just a thought – perhaps I can interest Lynton Cox in starting a campaign? He’s good at that sort of thing… maybe not.
Me friends, the Mallards and Pigeons welcomed me with open beaks
So I waddled back down to the river… I think they are beginning to recognise me now cause I was greeted with much honking and quacking by the mallards, and the pigeons amassed in my vicinity – one of them must have liked me cause it anointed me hat with his pooh!
Bless him I thought.
New hat needed now… Tsk!
Pound shop after Christmas methinks.
Caught the bus back to Carrington and dropped off on Hucknall Road.
As I turned the corner the local pigeons spotted me and came down to be fed – but only the few seeds left after feeding the Bulwell ones – I bet they thought “Tight sod!”
Got in and put me togs and food away.
Made a cuppa and had couple of biscuits and set about finishing this diary off.
Faccebooked a while – finding a message from Mike Steeden that some shop is selling thick vests at £3.99 until Friday! Just my luck I’ve just bought 3 for £6 each from Primark today!
Tsk, Huh and blabboozlekins!
Did a bit of blog reading, checked emails and began to fade…
I’ll try to do some graphics but me eye-lids are gerrin’ heavy now.
Hope I can stay awake long enough to eat me Sausage and egg muffin later.
Poor old devil hehehe.
Thursday 11th December
Decent sleep for once last night, I can’t even recall any of the dream/s I had last night, but just know I’d had them.
Woke reluctantly at 0322hrs.
Made a cuppa. Started to update this Diary.
Then took me morning medications a little early, but I think I might have missed yesterday mornings so took today’s while I thought about it.
Did some facebooking and checked emails and blog.
My knees were really bad when I got up or down and I decided today would be a day in and no going out. (Changed mind later… huh decisions decisions… not my forte making them)
I worked on a satirical post for the Inchcock blog for hours and hours – not really happy with it but I might post it later after more titivating of it.
Posted it around 0930hrs – I just don’t know how it came from mu puddled brain. Someone said it was very deep on Facebook. Oh dear… hope it goes down well.
I ended up titling it ‘Inchcock’s Message for the future – from one of his dreams!’
Well must go for a bit now, and get missen cleaned and polished ready for me walk into Nottingham’s different area to get some fresh photo’s for this Diary.
1035hrs: Back in a bit – I hope.
1123hrs: I’m back!
1135hrs: I set off on me walk well wrapped up (me, not the walk like) against the cold bitter wind. Remembering that rain had been forecast on Radio Nottingham when I was cutting missen shaving earlier, I increased me speed to about 1 ¼mph. (Hehehe, don’t know what I’m laughing at?)
Asda Customer Service Desk – huh! Customer Service my….
I took a route through what is called Forest Fields that used to be a posh area to live in when I were a lad. I decided to take photo’s of the shops there now en route to and back from Asda.
It looked a little like rain as I passed Park and Ride Tram site.
But it kept off thank you kindly.
I got in Asda and approached the lady on the Asda Help Desk… Help Desk did I say?
An interesting selection of Polish, Lithuanian and Romanian food here
I told her that I have home delivery sometimes.
I explained to her that I had lost me card and had got a new one and tried to change my log on details for the new card – but when it proceeded the last four numbers of the old card kept coming up with no option to change it so the old incorrect four digits kept preventing me from logging on.
Polish and English food advertised
Could she advise me on what to do to get on please?
I should have know I was not going to get any help then as the puzzled look and frown on her face said it all.
Halal Food store – wide selection of fresh fruit and vegetables on sale here
“I’ll just phone my supervisor ‘cause I don’t know owt about computers…” She rang her supervisor who apparently told her to tell me to change the four digits on the website when asked to because that is what she told me.
Now I was not in the mood for telling her everything again and it was obvious she was not going to get the message that the site was not allowing me to change the numbers, so I thanked her for her help and started my shopping. (Slightly miffed I might add)
Specialist Immigration advice, Visa applications, work permits, Leave to enter/remain and Aslam advertised here
I had a wander around and again bought stuff I didn’t really need: Warburton Thins, a two serving ready meal of Cottage Pie (Hope to tackle that later tonight), a cream cake (French horn) some Raspberry ripple mousse, potatoes, apples, some egg flans, and two multipacks of Asda Cheese Curls.
The Old Roxy cinema building that’s now the Jameah Fatimiah Mosque
As soon as i had to climb the steps out of onto the road I regretted getting so much… for two reasons: First I had to lug the stuff all the way home, second I felt I should not have given them my custom the way they had treated me over my query about me card. Tsk!
I’ve put all the photographs on the right wot I took going and coming back from the shop, I won’t name Asda in protest at their shoddy treatment/service they gave me… Cobblebother! I just did do didn’t I!
The Karimia Institute Masjid and Education Centre, used to be a dentists
Anyway as you can guess from the shops Forest Fields area is very much a multicultural one and unfortunately has a high crime figure.
But they have some very interesting shops on almost every corner of the old terraced blocks.
Medina Bazaar – some lovely looking ladies clothes on display, and a Sale on too!
Of course there are many closed down and some converted to housing, as in any large town I imagine.
The one that stood out to me was an Asian Ladies clothes shop that had some, what I thought amazing dresses on show in the window.
Not that I know anything about ladies dresses just that I like some and not others. These had intricate bit of extra designs on them, really pretty.
The Screaming Carrot Vegetarian Bakery
The Mosque there was in a converted old Cinema that I used to visit sometimes as a young whipper-snapper many years ago. (Well a few years ago he lied)
When I had (limping by now-knees and feet) got into the Sherwood Rise area en route back to Carrington, the rain came – and stopped seconds later? Never known that before?
No idea what this place is – can anyone help?
Still, not complaining!
I cut through to Hucknall Road and went over the Pelican lights to where Lidl’s car park was, and s few pigeons came down at me feet and looked up at me – cooing (That’s the pigeons cooing not me like).
I’d got some seed with me so gave it to them. I wondered if they are getting wiser these birds? Do they recognise me or me bag and walking stick… no I didn’t take me walking stick because I knew I’d be struggling to carry bags back anyway?
I had to feed em quick while no one was looking because it is banned feeding the birds around here nowadays without risking a £60 on the sot fine. Tsk! I am a fool doing it really)
I got into the flea-pit. Well tired out after me walk to Asda – buying too much again and the slog home with two heavy bags (Well, heavy fer me like)
The clever pigeons?
Managed to get me frozen stuff into the fridge – hope me gigantic Shepherds fits into the microwave and the microwave works – sometime it do, sometimes it don’t?
Put me cake in the fridge for later and WC’d again… Mmmm! Risked making a good strong cuppa anyway.
Started latop internet came on but it was oh so slow again. Damnations to BT!
Udated this diary again and downloaded… or should that be uploaded the photographs and resized them.
The laptop mouse is playing up a bit… what next I ask… What next?
Took medications with another cuppa and Facebooked and then blog read for a while… oh, just went to move and me knees didn’t want me to! Ooh!
After a struggle with came to an agreement, I pretended to get up and the knees didn’t!
Friday 12th December 2014
I stirred into imitation life at around 0400hrs and laid there thinking about all sorts of things in a disguised effort not to get up I think.
Raining this morning, but quiet decently warm, just hope the wind lessens a touch in case I have to go out later.
After a while I had to use the WC and that spurred into activity of a sort.
I started the laptop then went down and made a good tasty cuppa.
While doing so, I noticed the sleeve from last night’s Meal-for-two cottage pie that I had devoured with great greed and pleasure.
Foolishly I read the details on that sleeve written in traffic lights warning colours:
Fat 20.4g Saturates 48g Sugars 2.0g Salt 1.7g
Not the healthiest of choices was it? But I did enjoy it, but not the guilt now. Took the photo of the sleeve as a warning to any blogger who wants to eat healthily to recognise and avoid.
Still feeling a tad annoyed about the lack of listening and help from Asda yesterday.
Internet and Coreldraw9 going alright this morning – up to now.
Updated this diary to here… hello the stomach’s rumbling… not surprised really because last night when I demolished the Cottage Pie meal for two, I then ate a packet of Marmite bread sticks then the gigantic fresh cream horn. Naughty…Tsk!
I’m scared of belching or passing wind now. Hehe.
Made up a lot of graphics and facebooked… then the BT Internet connections was lost.
So much for the lying turds at BT getting me to upgrade to Fibre Infinity with their hogwash about “Up to three times faster, more reliable and at the same cost”… Huh!
Two weeks later the cost went up, it ain’t no faster and has let me down more than the old one landline one ever did!
When it comes back on, I feel the need to do a graphic about them…
Some time later, after many rests, closures an opening, and resting of the laptop it came back on.
I set about me daily preparing for me little walk:
I stripped off (Sorry about that… it must be an horrendous thought to you all, it is to me!) and stood in a bowl of hot washing up liquided and antiseptic disinfectanted water to wash me tooties while I had a shave at the same time. Then did me teggies and oiled me ear-holes.
Dried me feet and set about putting me clean socks on – not an easy task with me arthritis, accompanied by me usual verbal’s “Oooh, argh… acht… shit… Ohohohooo, Christus! Ohh!… ha,ha,ha, ohahooahoo, acht, hoohoo, ernyagamunnn owww, oh ah gorrit!
Then similar when I put the other sock on.
I cut me toe nails, but do not want to repeat what I voiced while endeavouring to do this as it did involve some rather crude and offensive words being uttered I’m afraid.
Then I rubbed in the newly prescribed Capsalcin cream I’m trying in place of the Phorpain Iboprufain cream, although the GP told me I can go back onto using the Phorpain Gel if this is has no better pain relief.
I’ll see how it goes for a few day methinks.
Face-towelled all over with warm water and Dettol.
Then I rubbed the Cetraben emollient cream well in all over decaying flabby body apart from the head and face.
Then took me midday medications, Trental pentoxifyllines, Paracetamol, Nicorandil tablets and Codeine Phosphates a little earlier so I would not have to worry about taking them while out and about.
You what I have to endure just to go out? Hehehe, you get used to it yer know. (Fib mode adopted)
Adorned myself and wrapped up well, nice thick thermal long sleeve t-shirt, hat etc and set off on me walk to take some bits to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop in Sherwood. (Not far to go)
As I turned the corner at the end of the road, the sky looked beautiful. I took a picture of it.
It was not as cold as I thought it would be either, although the wind still blew up me trouser legs.
I chose a scenic route to walk on me trip, and noticed two very old carsmin a very bad state of repair. An old Robin Reliant three wheeler, that ooked like it hadn’t been moved for yonks and yonks. And I think what was a Triumph sports car that looked like it hadn’t been moved for even longer than the Reliant! I took a photograph of ‘em to post here.
I plodded on and into Sherwood and called at the second hand computer shop again and asked how much and what spec could he do me a laptop running on Vista for, sufficiently powerful enough to cope with Coreldraw9.
He’s going to call me later. (He didn’t say what name he was going to call me though. Hehehe)
I pressed on and up to the Nottingham Hospice shop and gave em me donations.
I had a look see if they had any good books in while I was there. I observed a bloke examining the ornaments in a close scrutinising manner while I was perusing the books and my EQ told me he was an antique shop owner looking for a bargain. My EQ is very rarely wrong about these things yer know.
I took a photo of him. I haven’t the slightest idea why I did… but I did? Weird is it not? Or is it just me that’s weird? Who knows?
Said me farewells to the staff and limped out (Knees getting a tad painful now) to walk down the hill back toward Carrington.
By the time I’d hobbled half a mile the sky started to look decidedly threatening, and yet even more beautiful to me.
Then the rain started spitting.
I called in the Polish delicatessen shop and got two slices of their tasty belly pork, and a small sliced continental loaf of bread and a jar of pickled beetroot.
Even had a nice natter with the chap who owns it.
I came out and continued on me hobble home.
As I passed on of the pubs, there was a leak coming up through the pavement slabs at the corner of the building and slowly filling up the recess on the pavement – I assumed it was water because I couldn’t smell any hops! Hehe.
By the time I’d gone a few hundred yards further on up the hill, the sky began to brighten a tad and the sun blazed through the dark dank clouds.
Accident weather this yer know, some driver will get blinded with the sun and run up someone’s backside.
When say that… I mean run his vehicle into the back of another! Not… well never mind…
Me feet were aching too by now, so I pressed on again back to the hovel.
A letter had been delivered informing me my house insurance was due for payment again – has it really been a year since last time I paid? I’ll have to nip into town tomorrow and pay it then… risk injury amid the Big Issue sellers, mobility scooter crazies, Christmas shoppers and shoplifters I suppose. Hey-ho!
Of course, when I tried to get to update this Diary of Woe BT internet was not letting me in – well fancy that!
After a few tries it decided to allow me access – Tsk! Tsk! and double Tsk!
Got me nosh ready and took me evening medications.
It’s a good life innit?
Sunday 14th December 2014
Stirred into semi-life at 0250hrs – well aware of some of the horrendous dreams I’d been having and made some notes of what I could remember.
Started the laptop and went down into the very cold kitchen and made a cuppa.
Returned and Word would not load until the third attempt oh dear!
Started to get the details down of me dreams as the memories were fading fast.
Within minutes the notes meant nothing with the memory gone. Drat!
Did a graphic from the words I’d noted, but by now they meant little to me.
Shame cause I think the dreams were interesting… scary, but interesting. Ah well
I wish some psychoanalyticalisationalistic person would look into these regular dreams.
Made another cuppa and took me tablets at 0510hrs.
Did some graphics then face-booking.
Made another cuppa.
Eventually forced missen to get up and get ready for me photographicalisationing walk.
When I eventually found me hearing aids, I was ready for the off.
Go on, have a guess where I found em, go on…
Dark dank and foreboding sky again!
A) On top of the kettle
- B) In me slippers
- C) In me spectacle case
I hobbled out to the bottom of the street turned right and was welcomed by the view of most unwelcoming sky.
It was dark, dank and foreboding yet again today. And this at about 1130hrs!
Mallards and pigeons – Love em! With a few unkown to me thrown in the feeding frenzy
I poddled on and walked into Arnold.
A long walk, but at least there was only the two Sherwood Hills to climb, the rest of the way was reasonably flat… a bit like my spirits.
Incoming Turbo Mallard – great!
I called into the Arnot Hill Park situated on the old Nottingham Road in one end and out of the other end – but once the Mallard ducks came to me, I got out the bird seed I just happen to have in me bag…
I moved along and at another point fed some more mallards – during which a mallard on the island centre of the pond turbo-paddled towards me at a rate of knots that Donald Campbell would have been proud of!
On this stretch of Front Street there were eleven premises either for sale or rent. Well done Cameron!
His accompanying quacks and phenomenal speed made me think of an incoming torpedo and I think will stay in my mind for a long time. I wish the photo was good enough to enter into some competition, of course it doesn’t show the little mites speed as it actually was.
I don’t know how he stopped himself being banked.
I exited the park and waddled on into Arnold.
A sad and lonely place it looked too.
I popped into Iceland where the kind lady on the till didn’t bother to talk to me at all, but her grunts were melodic.
On to the Fulton Food shop, where I failed to get any of the Blackcurrant and ice-cream lollies I was seeking, but did get some biscuits and a small bottle of vinegar. Oh, and this young ladies gave far less grunts than from the Iceland lady in Arnold, but there were far more effective ‘You old git’ glares from this one.
I decided to go and try the Fulton’s store in Bulwell and I joined the few people waiting of it, being a Sunday of course the wait was long – but pleasant as I had a conversation with a lady and it transpired we both came from the Meadows area of Nottingham originally. We spoke of some of the things we enjoyed, the Imperial Cinema, the Grove Cinema. And she could remember the toffee factory fire as well. Not only that she could remember the name of it ‘Waughtmoughs’ so that should give me a better chance to find something on the internet about it later.
She told me of many things and people I could relate to, and was in much better spirits when I got off the bus than when I got on to it.
I went straight to the Fulton store via the Bulwell Marker Place, another cold dark dank depressing place with the few folk around seemingly well depressed themselves.
But they did have some Blackcurrant and ice-cream lollies I was seeking, so I bought two packs to keep me going.
I popped into the Heron Freezer shop but they didn’t have owt appealing in for me.
Then up the road to the Pound Shop and got some seed and bird food with mealworm.
Then I hobbled over the crossing to the river Leen and guess what?
Two more shopping trolleys had been thrown in – unless someone had take the two out and some other cretin had thrown them back in perhaps?
Any-road-up, these pellets that I got from the Pound shop really set off the Mallards, they had punch-ups between themselves trying at at em, even the pigeons got a little agonous.
The fodder didn’t last long either.
So I retreated across the road to the bus station and the next bus back to Carrington was in 21 minutes – so I sat myself down and looked for me book to read, but had failed to bring it with me.
The queue at the bus stop increased and I foolishly tried to start up a conversation with a bloke behind me in the queue.
“Looks like wer’e gonna get some rain?”
“Looks like wer’e gonna get some rain?”
That was end of the conversation.
The perusing pigeons through the bus-shelter
As I sat sitting there, I could feel something picking at me ankles and looked down to find pigeons had followed me and were pecking at me???
I put it down to giving them the worm-meal pellets.
They persisted and I sneaked em a handful of seeds.
They lingered at the bus shelter until the incoming bus moved the off.
I don’t think I dare risk getting them any of those pellets again – it reminded me of Alfred Hitchcocks ‘The Birds”!
Got onto the bus, and felt I was gonna fall asleep at any time, the weariness came on so quickly this time.
Got back in the flea-pit.
Then put me nosh away, and started laptop to update this codswallop.