Tuesday 19th August 2014
Couldn’t remember me nightmares wot I’d had this time.
I managed a cuppa and some breakfast though.
Got to go to launderette today, might meet Big John Wayne and get cheered up a bit I hope.
Got missen ready, un set off to the launderette.
I had to cross over the road avoid some lurking louts en route.
Mandy was there to welcome me with open arms, compassion and… well she said ‘Good morning ‘ like.
Said me cheerio’s and hobbled back to the flea-pit come home, remembering to keep me eye out for the local yobbery.
Luckily I had some Elastoplasts handy.
Thought I’d do a bit of blogging, then have a hobble into Sherwood to see if I could get a new bed quilt.
Received my anticoagulant test results. They’re 1.0 below target. Not to worry though, I’ve been that and lower many times before. (And hope to be so many times again – I’m not ready to go yet, ‘cause I’ve cheered up a bit yer see)
Got ready and set off on a walk into Sherwood, in search of a bed quilt.
1235hrs Be back soon.
I was, at 1239hrs: to collect me hearing aids that I’d forgot to put in, and I’d forgotten to decoke ‘em earlier too. I also collected the DVDs for the Hoapice Charity shop that I had also forgotten. Huh!
So naturally I met a woman to talk to en route, but it was a bit of a farcical conversation. Tsk!
I carried on limping down and found the drapery shop (Drapery, now there’s a word you don’t hear often nowadays innit?), where a very kind lady sold me a quilt and cover, and she put the cover on for me. Not on herself you understand, on the quilt I mean. Bless her.
Then on up the hill the Nottingham Hospice Shop, and gave them the DVD’s. I’m really glad I did that, cause the weight of ‘em wus gettin’ to me, and the arthritis in the knees and feet was gerrin worse!
As I passed the bank, there in front of me, was a Mobility Scooter, but it didn’t bother me, no fear at all… there was no driver on it. Hehehe!
I took a photo of the Sherwood Community Police Station as I passed. There was a woman sat on the walkway up to it – I considered going over and telling her that if she was waiting to find someone manning the station, she would have to wait until Thursday.
I went there once to tell them about the local yobboes, but of course it as closed, so I used the kindly provided yellow telephone on the wall outside, but it was not connected.
I made a note of the prices for cider and wine being advertised outside the shop, not for me of course, for me Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete. (Cough)
Got back to the bomb-site about 1400hrs, started the laptop and made a cuppa, then visited the WC.
Not a good visit I must say, needed the attention of the ointment and cream.