Monday 16th March 2015
Inchcock’s off to Hospital Again… It’s the nurses yer know, they get him all excited like…
Got up had a very rare situational situation for me this morning – I wanted to, but could not carry out my desires activities on the porcelain! The opposite of diarrhea this time, a definite circumscription in me movements – or lack of movements – oh dear… just when they’ve sent my self-test Cancer screening kit as well.
I feel so guilty for being so lucky yer know. (Hehehe)
Had a wash shave and scrub-up so I’m smell nice for me nurses at the Queens Medical Centre and gals at the clinic this morning.
Might not have time to do me contributions to the League of Mental Men today, I got up too late and I’ve got so much on to get done medicationalistically speaking. I’ll do me best to get back in time and then stay awake.
Got the nibbles ready for the nurses and made sure I’d got me record card, bus-pass, camera, mobile etc in me jacket pocket. (I think)
Started the laptop and realised I’d not taken me medications – hang on I’ll take em now cause I’ve just made a cuppa…
That’s them taken, I’ll have a hobble into town now and catch a bus out to the QMC.
0835hrs: See you later… I hope!
Dreary sky as I set off on walk into town.
On Mansfield Road I noticed several buildings up for sale or rent that indicated things are not too good hereabouts – mind you child minder/nursery seems to be doing well enough – many of the Nottingham folk might be professionally out of work but they are still producing their apprentice yobbo teeny-bopper ankle-biters in great number to ensure their full benefits from the Government.
As I pressed on an uncaring Nottingham pavement cyclist came passed me at speed from me rear, then cycled across the pedestrian crossing and into the NCN college across the road – I imagine he must be a tutor or teacher there – he’s a Git who’s too scared to cycle on the road because of the dangerous traffic, but has no compunction about putting elderly folk at risk from his illegal cycling on the pavement anyway. Huh!
Up and over the hill down towards the City Centre I heard several sirens/klaxons and got me camera out, but the vehicles, three police cars and a paramedic had already passed going out of town by the time I did get it out, I did catch a forth police car though, shame cause it would have looked good and I could have used the photo later in a post if I had caught them all at the same time.
Onward down into town and caught a bus out to the Queens Medical Centre for me INR Warfarin level tests.
The weather was still murky but not cold with it.
The usual mayhem in the hospital car parks with heated exchanges with the security men and those desperate to find somewhere to park their vehicle.
Good job I took me new second hand book with me, because I found the waiting area – that on my last appointment Thursday was devoid of folk – was crammed to the rafters so to speak.
The longest wait I’ve ever had there.
By the time my number was close to being called, I realised I was not going to make it to the clinic appointment in time so as not to be late.
When I got into the blood room I explained this to the nurse and she rang someone with the details and they rang the clinic – then passed back another appointment date for me – now that was nice of them because they were so very busy.
Bit of job after taking the sample stopping the bleeding today. Handed them their nibbles and those for the clinic staff too that I would not need now today – tickled her pink that did.
I caught the first bus into town and wandered up to Trinity Square where I fed the pigeons and spotted new shop on the Walk – I must say I liked the dresses in the window – very nostalgic, reminded me of the girls from my youth. (Don’t laugh – oh go on then!) .
I’ve just noticed the reflections from the glass in the window – more signs for closed-down retail businesses to let. Sad.
As I moved to the bus-stop I fed the pigeons again.
As I descended down Trinity Walk towards Upper Parliament Street .I espied that one of the retail units that had been empty for months had opened as a sort of Art gallery.
In the window was some… er, Art dedicated to and of Marilyn Monroe.
Very pricey though.
Of course nobody was in the shop/gallery apart from the two staff.
I don’t think Nottingham is a City of Culture really.
Mugging, shoplifters, antisocial scrotes, drunks, Big Issue sellers yes… .but not cultural types much.
Got the bus back to the hoppit.
A poor chap on the bus (passenger) kept swearing out very loud and this obviously upset some of the passengers. I imagine the bloke had tourette syndrome or schizophrenia. I sometimes see him in Sherwood walking along and booming out ‘F-off’ curse words with such venom and so loud, I felt sorry for the chap, but some passengers were getting angry with him – not that he was aware of this.
Again tried to use the porcelain without any success.
Had a microwaveable steak in onion gravy with curried beans and some bread with a cuppa to take me medications with.
Did this diary – laptop battery dying fast. I must get to the computer shop tomorrow after the laundry and shopping at Asda to get it sorted out – else I’ll lose me internet and that will make me a sad laddy.
BJ (Big John) called, he is going to pick me up in the morning to carry me washing bags to the launderette for me bless his cotton socks, then going to take me shopping with him to carry the stuff home to help avoid irritating me pulled muscle. A gent that BJ!
Did some Face-booking and faded fast into nodding off mode… still no movements… oh dear!
Tuesday 17th March 2015
Not a wink of sleep all night – no passings on the porcelain, but not much pain – apart from the bleeding haemorrhoids that is.
Did a lot of coughing and snuffling throughout the night though. You watch, I’ll fall asleep when I don’t want to
Can’t understand it really, I feel so drained and tired but the body won’t let me sleep… You watch, I’ll fall asleep when I don’t want to – Huh!
All night reading or Facebooking.
Took me medications around 0500hrs.
When it was time to get up I could have nodded off – Blanglewurzelspurt!.
A bit gloomy again this morning.
Got missen spit and polished and waited for BJ to arrive, he said he’d be here about 0750hrs.
Got an email asking me to see the chemist to discuss current prescriptions suitability, relevance and assessment with him.
Only Fred came down for breakfast this morning when I popped me head out of the door to see if BJ was arriving.
BJ arrived and lifted me and me bags of laundry to the launderette, that, I appreciated more than he could have known.
When we arrived Mandy was on duty and greeted BJ with a welcoming smile and they had a chinwag – BJ going in the back with Mandy and having laugh – of course I was not jealous at all – oh no, good luck to him if Mandy finds him attractive, entertaining, good looking and socially attractive, younger than wot I am, richer than wot I am, more hair than wot I have, taller than wot I am, wittier than wot I am and has an ebullient personality wot I ain’t… oh yes… (Hehe)
We got the washing done and BJ lifted me to Asda, where I spent a good bit on stuff I didn’t really need.
I got some of those microwaveable burgers that I like so much, they didn’t have any potato-gratin meals in stock, got some bread-thins, beans, bbq sauce, pots of jelly, etc.
On the way in, in the the foyer they had a palette of Irish Gnomes at £15 and£25 pounds each, many had been sold for the St Patrick’s day celebrations.
After doing me shopping I was waiting for BJ near the exit when two people going out of the store set off the alarm – what happened then confused me a bit:
The security guard on the door took a few paces towards them and the lady siad “I have nothing, me no buy today…”
The guard said in reply “Oh okay then alright” and returned to his desk?
I reckon that Asda must be the Nottingham shoplifters delight!
John lifted me home and carried the stuff in for me, I thanked him and he said he might be going to Loughborough train museum in a couple of weeks and would I like to go with him – Yes please I said.
As soon as BJ had gone I got the dizzies – bad this time.
Can’t remember much until I was making a cuppa and felt so tired (As I expected with getting no sleep like) and just had to five in and get me head down.
I woke up about four hours later and nearly did a whoopsiedangleplop and took me morning medications in error fer me evening ones but just stopped missen in time.
I had no hunger that I would normally have at this time of night and started to do this diary when another dizzy attack came, not so bad this one though.
I must after the Iceland nosh comes tomorrow go to the computer shop and get me battery sorted out.
I’m a tad confused at the moment – suppose it’s with the forced falling asleep?
Again feeling so tired now – must give in to it again, sorry not much exciting occurred today.
Wednesday 18th March 2015
Slept better last night.
Woke thinking about delivery today, then I must take the laptop into the computer shop to try and get the battery power supply problems sorted.
I’ll try to remember to call in at the GP surgery to get appointment to see Dr Vindla about the dizzy-spells on the way back. Had another one last night. And I must remember to post me samples to the hospital.
Feeling a lot better this morning having got some sleep in.
The torn muscle seemed a lot better too, the arthritis not bad, angina okay and the hemorrhoids no bleeding and nowhere near as inflamed as yesterday. I’d feel like singing if wasn’t for the fact that I know how quickly these things can change and it would upset the neighbours.
Took me medications with some spring water and actually fell asleep again. Marvellous!
Stirred into activity and washed shaved and titivated myself then got into me day togs.
I put the laptop and power box in a bag ready to take to the computer shop in Sherwood later.
Washed the pots, took rubbish to the bin (No Fatima or Fred anywhere), started the old laptop.
The screen went blank and nothing I tried got it back?
I force closed and restarted and I’m back here again – hoping for the best. I can’t afford to spend owt on getting this laptop sorted as well as the other – Blunkerbobblecraps!
Now I ain’t feeling so good…
Then the Warfarin INR level test results were delivered – sod me, down to 1.7 again (Target 3.5).
I went down another notch in the ‘How-I-am-feeling stakes. Tut!
Iceland came and I fed Fred as I left the hovel with with laptop to go to the computer shop.
As I walked up Loscoe Road I noticed the Carrington Pottery people had painted high up on their corner building ‘1891’ – by Jiminy that makes it older than my bomb-site that was built in 1902.
The weather was a bit drab but again not cold with it.
Up the hill and down it again towards Sherwood.
I noticed that the sign warning us about car thieves operating in this area had been stolen – well I say stolen, it had disappeared from the Methodist Church lamp-post where it was yesterday.
Down the hill, the sky looking foreboding and not many folk about again.
As I passed the corner mini-market on the left I noticed the police taking two Nottingham apprentice yobboes to to their car.
Shop-lifters I should think?
I plodded on down the hill and as I was approaching the Computer shop I bumped into BJ. No time for a natter as he was on his way out somewhere.
At the traffic lights with Haydn Road a grey car had parked blocking the pavement – anyone on a disability scooter would have had to go onto the road to pass – Tsk!
Oddly enough I didn’t notice any pavement cyclists today – rare that!
A heated argument was taking place outside the pub as I passed by – no way I was going to risk taking a photograph of them as they verbally abused each other and squared up nose to nose.
I got to the computer shop and the chappy bloke welcomed me cheerily asking if I was alright – I replied with a smile on my face “No! I’ve laptop problems with the last one you sold me mate!”
His demeanour changed.
Inchy: “I’ve been getting messages on booting-up telling me the power supply unit was not strong enough. You remember I mentioned this last week to you, and you said it is the right one?”
Computer chappy bloke: “Yer…”
Inchy: “Well I then began getting same message but additional one telling me it is not recognised – connected not charging now?”
Computer chappy bloke: “Let’s have a look then (Sigh!)
Inchy: “Here you are…”
After 30 seconds of booting it up:
Computer chappy bloke: “I’ll give you another one then!”
I bought a USB hoover thingy and USB multi-connection off of him.
All sorted (I hope).
As I started to walk back to Carrington at the exact place where flash-boy had parked his car blocking the pavement on me way into Sherwood, a woman was stood waiting for a lift – the female driver pulled up on double yellow lines half on half off the pavement – seconds after I took this photo a bus had to veer in passing the Ford Escort and papped his horn.
Didn’t half make the poor gal walking to get into the car jump!
On up the hill and down into Carrington.
As I passed St John’s church some flowers that had been left at an old gravestone caught my eye, they looked so pretty against the backdrop.
Apprentice yobboes sat drinking in the twitchel, so I took the long route to avoid them.
Although me ailments seemed less bothersome today – I still had the fatigue and tiredness overcome me when I got back to the hovel.
Had a microwave mince and potato nosh with a cuppa – then set to seeing if the laptop power supply was working – it seemed okay – I’m glad to say.
I’d forgot to call at the GP Tut! never mind, I’ll call tomorrow when I hope to get a good walk about done.
So tired again, it’s unreal. If it keeps going like this I be getting up WCing having a cuppa and me porridge and going back to sleep again, there’ll be no time to anything done! Hehe!
Oh, just remembered I’ve got the clinic appointment tomorrow – mustn’t forget that.
Oh sugar-nuggets! I forgot to post me samples off as well.
Did some facebooking and this diary to date, but weariness won again and I tried to get me head down – and it isn’t even dark yet. Tsk!
Woke an hour or so later and did me Angiogram post then titivated this and posted it.
Not tired now… Tut and Tsk!
Wednesday 18th March 2015
Mess of a night again sleep-wise, my current habit of nodding off any-time anywhere isn’t helping I suppose.
I eventually awoke around 0630 hrs and did my best to remember the dreams I’d had – but nothing at all of any detail came to me – although I remember telling myself more than once ‘I must remember and record this…’ but no notes found?
Not sure, but I have a feeling something needed doing today?
I stirred and went and made a cuppa and a pot of porridge and got the now working laptop on to start this diary. Bit of a cock-up on the porridge stakes though, I thought I’d got a pot of plain porridge and out some honey in it – it turned out it was a pot already flavoured with golden syrup – er-ugh… far too sweet to eat. Tut!
Tried to do the header in Coreldraw9 and it let me do so without freezing for once.
Eventually go missen scrubbed up and while doing me teggies I remembered the clinic visit!
So hobbled a bit faster so as to get missen ready and be there on time.
Walked to the clinic intending to catch the bus back to town to have me photographicalisical trip around the Cash-shops all within 5 minutes walk of each other on Upper Parliament Street in Nottingham.
After the clinic (All fine) I realised I had not got me bus-pass with me – Huh!
Set off on walk today
Walked back to the hovel and collected it – came out again and amazingly I felt good enough to walk into town then – worrying that!
As I approached the Hucknall Road lights I heard the sound of klaxons and got my camera out to await the arrival of the emergency vehicles, it turned out to be two ambulances, the traffic was light.
Some Nottingham pavement Art interested me near the college…
What it was confused me – it might have been food judging by the bits of something scattered around the main body of the artwork, I think I saw something moving from the bowels of the… whatever it was?
As I hobbled on, ever alert for any photographicalisational opportunity th might arise – I spotted sparks coming from the CCTC at the traffic lights on Mansfield Road as I came into the City proper.
I realised later that I’d taken a shot of the old school building clock in the background -it’s now a Community Centre for drop-outs etc.
House of Fraser had a display of some mannequin legs in jeans and shoes sat on a bench – they did not have any torso and I suppose were a way of saving costs?
Very odd looking to me – how many customers are they expecting who are headless and bodiless? Still, it shows they care about the minorities dunnit? Hehehe!
I wandered up and onto Parliament Street, down to Long Row to take a few photographs of the Spiv-Money shops and into the City Centre – where I found a Market with 20 or so stalls selling a variety of overpriced impractical rather upper class goods.
There was little interest being shown.
My first Nottingham pavement Cyclist of the day spotted.
I wandered back up to Upper Parliament Street and took photo’s of the selection of the immoral pay-day loan, pawnbroker, cash lenders, money-sharks whatever you wish to call them situated on that road.
The second Nottingham pavement Cyclist spotted, the git didn’t half the lady jump as the ignorant animal sped passed her.
I made me way down to the walk-over and took a snap – again showing the Nottingham pedestrian citizenry’s total and flagrant lack of interest in road safety.
I walked through the Victoria shopping centre mall again taking a photograph from above of the Boost juice bar – I have yet to catch anyone actually using it and buying anything from it?
Down to Tesco for me bread, ice-cream lollies and cheapo min-swiss rolls
By golly I live well!
Came out from Vic centre near where they were demolishing the old Radio Nottingham car park, much to the entertainment of the workers watching.
Hobbled over to Trinity Walk, with surprising ease today, despite my having walked for so long and far, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me.
I spotted some… er… ornaments in the jewellers shop window and took a snap of them
They were really expensive, I just wondered what they were?
I caught the bus back to the flea-pit, just starting to feel a bit weary now.
Got in and put me bits away – made a cuppa and had three microwave burgers in bread thins with a bit of BBQ sauce, two lollies and a banana – the Queen doesn’t eat better than wot I do yer know.
Had the nosh and fell asleep.
Woke a couple of hours later and got this done.
Phoned brother-in-law Pete to see how Sister Jane and he were doing. He’s got the flu now, but Jane is a tad better.
Took me medications, passed wind and WC’d.
Did some facebooking and posted this off to WordPress.
Friday 20th March 2015
Woke up remembering bits of a dream and the urgency to post off me samples this morning.
WC – failed attempt – took me medications.
The urgency of sending off me samples soon made me forget everything about the dreams (Tut!) as I got myself up and ready to have a little walk to the post-box.
As I left the dump Fred came down for his breakfast of sunflower seeds and earthworms.
Within a few paces of setting off Anne Gyna made her presence known in no uncertain terms – worse than she’s been for months now, Tsk! If it ain’t one thing it’s another!
Not many folk about, but then again it is early yet – the gloomy in the sky fitted with my feeling of gloom with stab after stab from Anne Gyna accompanied me.
It actually got darker and gloomier as I poddled to the end of the road.
I could hear emergency services sirens close by but saw nothing – the sound continued with I think other vehicles joining them – I could not smell any burning?
Breathing a bit difficult by the time I’d got through the twitchel and on to Mansfield Road.
Some more pigeons came down for a nibble.
I took a photograph from opposite the end of the twitchel – in reality it was gloomy with a feint bit of sunshine coming through the clouds – but it did not come out like it was – shame.
The cheery bin-men were happily plying their trade in Carrington this morning.
I walked down the road and around the block to ensure I got some exercise in.
As I knew Anne Gyna would incapacitate me a bit today from past experiences of her attacks. Tut!
This photo on the right is a better representation of the cool misty morning in Carrington this morning.
Note the letter box next to the waste-bin on the kerbside?
That’s the one I walked passed contentedly forgetting that the reason I was out in the first place was to post me samples off that I’d forgotten about yesterday… and Wednesday too!
I was off down the road hobbling along into the distance in my own little meandering world around the block and realised I’d forgot again to posted them again, so I returned to do this post haste.
Now, the bin being next to the post-box might not cause problems for most people – but take the scenario of an elderly partly-senile Inchcock attempting to do a simple job of posting an envelope – he is bound to post his letter into the bin in error while his mind wanders ain’t he?
Well I didn’t actually drop the letter into the bin – but it was close – only just stopped missen. Tsk!
I returned to the bomb-site and took some extra pain-killers to try and quell the intentions of Anne Gyna.
WC’d – failed to pass owt again but blood from the haemorrhoids flowed. Tut!
At least Arthur Itis is not too bad today.
Laptop on and started this diary – Coreldraw9 not froze yet.
Sod it, it has now!
Did some graphics all the same, just took more hassle and bother.
These three are wot I dun of the TFZ lads.
Thomas (An actual Train engineer).
David, with his dog Spike.
Meritt and me on the stagecoach delivering citizens and Wells Fargo mail.
I nodded off for an hour or two and woke up with the torn muscle under me ribs very painful again – Gnash! Maybe I moved awkwardly in me slumber, or sneezed? Either way I’m in agony again.
Saturday 21st March 2015
Woke in agony from the torn muscle – very disappointed with that, I thought it was improving too. Huh!
I suppose I must have sneezed or turned badly in me slumber?
No passings – on the porcelain yet despite two attempts, not passed for a day and a half up to now.
I went down and made a cup of tea then took me medications.
Popped out and took a photo of the sky in front of the hovel – very gloomy – just like me at the moment! Hehe!
Started this diary and then did me ablutions and applied me creams lotions and pain gel.
Not feeling too good, but decided to risk a little walk into town only, where I can get back sharpish in the event of any dizzies or worse.
The arthritis, haemorrhoids and ulcer all seem calmish, the angina and pulled muscle were competing to see which could give me the most discomfort.
Did a bit of graphicationalisationing for the TFZ on Facebook.
Not one of me best efforts I’m afraid.
Got myself titivated and prettified (What a challenge that was!).
Assembled the bits for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and set off on me walk to Sherwood.
The sky still looking a tad sad as I hobbled over the hill towards Sherwood – and noticed that there were few folk about for a Saturday.
A bit further on I came across some Nottingham Street Art in the form of a musical instrument box laid open (presumably it held a Clarinet or whichever instrument it held before being stolen and dumped).
Artfully displayed between a lamppost and a telegraph pole, laying open as a plea for humanity to be kinder to musical instruments and for the crooked elements of society to stop nicking stuff?
Hobbled on to the Charity shop and left me bits for them and then I caught the bus into town.
I wandered up through Trinity Square and took this photographicalisation of the row with food retailers with outside ‘have a fag chairs’ on their frontages – it was gone 1100hrs but many of them had not yet put out their chairs and seats – mind you, with so few more-money-than-sense Nottinghomians about, I couldn’t fault them.
I caught me reflection in a window of a shop (Scary that I can tell yers!).
I looked old, welmish and disabled. Having said that I am old, welmish and disabled and wondered why it should have shocked me so. Hey-ho!
I was looking for a window with ‘Bling’ on display to take a photo of it for the TFZ gals when I wondered down Trinity Walk and as I was zooming in on the ‘Bling’ a lady appeared.
I considered momentarily popping in and asking how much they wanted for her… not really!
I wandered down into the slab square where I intended to catch the tram to Bulwell to see if Fultons Foods had acquired any of me blackcurrant ice-cream lollies for me to purchase.
The Nottingham Post newspaper stall I just had to take a photograph of:
Murders, rapes, muggings, burglaries, unemployment, car crimes, benefit cheats etc were the things I expected to see as the headlines. What was the top and first headlines? “4 Free Toilet Rolls with your Nottingham Post!”
Made me think that did!
The slab square fountains for the kids had attracted one 20ish year old chap who couldn’t resist paddling through it fully clothed.
The market stalls were open again but few people were attending. Not surprising really, they were not offering anything different or any better value then anywhere else, dearer if anything – but the Nottingham Council has to raise money from somewhere for the benefits to be paid yer know.
I hobbled to the tram stop at the rear of this fountain photograph.
Arthur Itis and the haemorrhoids were being kind to me at this point.
Anne Gyna and the pulled muscle were making their presence known though Huh!
I remembered to swipe me free pensioners bus pass card at the station before getting on the tram.
Not many folk on it today, I had a look around and noticed that of the eight passengers on board, two were not on mobile phones… and one of them was me!
The tram soon filled up with noisy Nottinghamian’s.
When it arrived in Bulwell I nearly got caught in the rush of folk to get off urgently. No idea why, but they all disappeared rapidly once they did get off?
Surreal it were… hypnagogic!
I walked to and through the Bulwell Market – such a sad sight nowadays.
First port of call was Fultons Foods in search and hopes of getting some blackcurrant ice-cream lollies – no such luck. Tsk!
They did however have some ‘Hunters sausages’ at the ridiculously low price of 89p for a pack of 4 ready cooked ones. So I got myself a pack, and it was in-date too.
There were so many mobility scooters about it scared me a tad. I rested a while and watched them on and around the market – it’s amazing how they all managed to avoid hitting any one.
I made my way to the bus station and caught a bus back to Carrington.
En-route the sun did its best to break through the gloomy clouds and I took a picture of it through the bus window.
Beginning to get bother from the rear end now – but I think the Angina was easing – so swings and roundabouts yer know?
Dropped off the bus on Hucknall Road and limped down to the hovel, feeding the pigeons en-route like.
WC’d – Success on the movement department! Hurrah!
I made up me meal, Hunters Sausages, two baked potatoes, beetroot and garden peas… oh and a bit of pork pie with the crust removed – not the jelly of course I loved that. Hehehe!
Watched a DVD while I consumed me nosh…
Then fell asleep.
Woke just in time to take me evening medications.
Had a drink out of the flask (Tea!) and downloaded photographs and resized them and did this diary.
I phoned sister Jane to ascertain her and Pete’s health, and it was not too good for either of them, but they are still leading a good social life and that’s good for them. Not wanting to risk mixing our ailments it is frustrating not being able to see them.
Posted the diary then did some Facebooking.
Sunday 21st March 2015
Bad night for kip again – woke up and nodded off again, normally I’m up and about straight away?
I tried the porcelain hoping for a movement without any luck
Went down and put kettle on and popped out into the gloomy (Again) morning to take me daily piccy of the sky.
I made a flask of tea and a pot of porridge and took it with me to the laptop and started it up.
I was concerned the porridge might make the lack of any movements worse – but I ate it all the same.
Minutes later a call to the porcelain proved to be a success despite having eaten the porridge.
I pondered on how me ailments felt this morning up to now:
No dizzies yet. The ulcer was as good as gold, the reflux valve not sticking, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna not bad at all but the torn muscle was still painful, but today only when I bent or lifted anything heavy.
A better start medically speaking I thought – then remembered the other day starting like this… Mmm!
Decided to risk a little hobble later, perhaps to town then get a bus to Morrisons to treat myself to some Marmite Crisps? – who knows, the world is my oyster… Do you like me header for this page folks – Marmite Mad I am.
They make more things than you’d imagine.
Although I have me doubts about the toothpaste? (See header)
Got myself readied and spick and span and set off with me bus-pass, umbrella, medications and bird seed for a walk into town – still undecided where to go yet.
Set off feeding Fatima and Fred who followed my down to Mansfield Road.
The sky looked bright, but not much sun was getting through.
I poddled on my walk into Nottingham City Centre.
I foolishly rang Sister Jane and Pete en route – the traffic increased as soon as we were connected and the whole conversation was a farce – I couldn’t hear Pete, Pete couldn’t hear me.
As soon I gave up and stopped the call the traffic disappeared.
I carried on down the hill into the City and found it busier that I expected.
I went to try and catch the bus out to Netherfield and the Morrisons store in search of any Marmite infested products they may have on sale.
On arrival at the bus stop I perused the time-table to find that the buses were only every hour for today. Not good that I thought.
I decided to not bother with Morrisons today, and walked over the road into the Victoria Centre and through to the other end to visit the Tesco Metro on me mission for Marmite instead.
I called in the DVD shop en route and had a gander but nothing appealed at all.
As I plodded on I noticed a store window that was displaying children’s stuff with models without heads? What with seeing the jeans without torsos yesterday I wondered why these displays had grown in popularity with the the retailers?
Mind you, I liked the styles of the togs on sale.
I got into Tesco and had a good hunt around – found some Marmite Crisps and Salt & Vinegar baked biscuits and other bits and spent a fortune £17!
Had a dizzy spell as I left the store – not a bad one, but none of them are good – must get to see Dr Vindla about these soon.
I stood for a while and recovered in moments this time, so that was good.
Out into the fresh air and I fed the pigeons near the demolition of the old Radio BBC building.
So many of the pigeons have damaged legs and claws. That’s because of the wires and electrified obstacles they have all over the buildings in an effort to stop them from landing on or roosting on their buildings and unthinkingly crapping all over the concrete I think.
The demolition people seem to be getting a move on with the buildings destruction now.
I wondered what plans they might have for the site in the future?
Surely we do not need more shops or student accommodation?
If they put as much effort into housing ordinary people as they do to housing students the problems would… mind you I suppose with the decline of industry in Nottingham, Education is bringing in the money instead?
I don’t know.
I wondered down into town again and my keen observationalistic nature noted the Nottingham citizenry crossing the road against the traffic lights continues unabated.
An argument near the Pound World shop between two families was raging, with threats bad language and not good body signs in abundance.
I crossed the road and removed myself form the firing line.
As I walked to me bus-stop to get home the window of the jewellery store there had a display Rolex watches of which used a cage with stuffed parrots or cockatiels in the display.
Original that I thought.
I got the bus back to Carrington enoying another dizzy as I got off the bus. Sat on a bench for a few minutes and was soon alright again, then continued back to the flea-pit.
Put me things away, made a meal of Beef slice and cheesey potatoes, followed by a bag of Marmite crisps then a lolly.
I fell asleep, waking up at gone midnight… Missed me evening medicines dose. Tsk!