Saturday 16th August 2014
Got to bed late last night, still managed to get some kip, and only one getup for the WC (No blood)
I woke up with a searing pain at the left back hand side of my jaw. I gingerly moved my mouth and a sharp pain came for the first three times I tried to move it – on the forth it dissipated, and after a while, no pain at all?
Angina, back passage, Arthur Itis, Reflux valve, Ulcer and Kidneys seemed no problem at this time.
Gorrup and started laptop, kettle on and made a cuppa and pot of porridge, then off to the WC again (All okay).
The laptop had still not started when I got back – I fear the old girl might be on her last legs. (Oh dear!)
Stopped drinking tea from here on today: as I was planning to go and see my Sister Jane, and hubby Pete. I intend to take some photos when I get there, to use in 
creating a hopefully funny post about the visit.
Set off to the bus stop, caught bus to town.
Caught bus to West Bridgford. Poddled around the shops and bought some vegetable casserole and a rather tasty looking Mushroom Potato caramelised onion meals that appealed.
Walked to Jane’s, via a different route than normal: eventually found my way and arrived.
We had a good natter, and I remembered to take the photo’s Jane and Pete posed magnificently for them.
Took some of their new posh ceiling lamp wot they got, and the three portraits of rams on the wall. Yes, they are of a rather higher class than wot I am yer know.
Eventually I departed, for the long long walk into Nottingham, via a route passed some old haunts.
By the time I’d gone about two miles, me feet and knees were ahurtin’, and I had to find a toilet.
I took some interesting photos though.
In town, I struggled the last few hundred yards to the bus-stop, and alighted on me way back to the flea-pit.
No yobs about, thankfully.
WC.
Finished and Posted blogs, and then just had to get me head down, I wus well shattered.
Sunday 17th August 2014
Up at 0600hrs, after actually getting some sleep in for once. Just a shame I had to knacker missen walking for miles to get it. Tsk!
Still aching a bit in places, but still, at least I got some kip in.
WC, no blood.
Hobbled down and put the kettle on and started laptop.
WC.
Made a cuppa, couldn’t face eating yet. Not like me at all?
Tiredness came over me.
Pete emailed me a photo wot he took of Fuey – their lovely 89 year old in human age cat.
Took me medications, and started to create this rubbish.
I intended to do blogging (or preparation for blogging) all day. Well, I enjoy it yer know, I’m harmless really.
Good, no blood. We´re getting better Mr.Inchcok, by the way, what the hell is that furry thing…..seems like a cat but not. You do have a weird partner, even weirder than what I think is two dogs that I have running around here. I think they are dogs, not quite sure about it….but that, man that furry thing was scary.
Ah, Mr Fooey… poor old thing, he’s older than me in human years 89 now. A less bothersome animal would be hard to find, apart from when he wails sometimes. You’ll have to post a photo of your woofies.
No partner for me, lost her years ago I’m afraid. Just memories left now.
I couldn’t find another partner that would not laugh at my minuscule appendage. Hehehe!
Take care.