What my dream was about, I haven’t a clue. But I awoke feeling so low and depressed, and scared?
I peeped out of the window while the kettle was boiling for me tea, a car outside had had its window smashed and presumably something stolen from it. Still, this fits in with the burglaries and arson attacks for the locality dunnit?
It was dark and dank outside, and that is how I am feeling this morning too. Oh Woe is me.
Not up to going anywhere or doing anything.
Not feeling too good.
Toyed on internet, but no concentration.
Had a call from the MRBHA Mansfield Road Baptist Housing Association, conforming my interest in any flats that come up.
Going to bed really early to try and get some sleep, maybe trying to read me book might let me get off eh?
Thursday 4th September 2014
Up around 0415hrs, feeling well drained.
Worked on me graphics for a few hours, then decided I must get out and about.
So thought I’d get a bath… proper one like, yer know, radox, un antiseptic disinfectant, then antiperspirant un that like, then applied me creams and emolument dermatological Cetraben creams to the required areas of me decrepit body, oil in me ear-holes and pain gel on me hands and knees.
Then go make an appointment with the GP. Then go on a good long walk (Hobble) into Arnold and get a another pack of the microwave sausages if they have any left, then get the bus to town, but why to town I’ve forgotten already. Oh yes, go see the housing people at CityHomes.
I set off, with me two bags, one for the Nottingham Hospice shop, on me walk to Sherwood. (Yes, alright, I forgot about going to the GP… Tsk!)
I called in the haberdashery shop in Sherwood, but they could not help me with me search for a cushion/pillow of the shape or size I required. Never mind thought I, I’m bound to have better luck in Arnold. (Hahaha!)
I dropped in the Nottingham Hospice shop and gave em me stuff. The lady said if I signed as a member, they would get more for the goods I’m taking – so I did. Then said goodbye and started off on me marathon walk to Arnold. Realising that she had not given me the number she said I needed. (Tsk!)
I pressed on into Daybrook, and nipped in the park to feed the ducks and pigeons.
Where I came across many shops that could not supply me with the pillow/cushion size I was after.
On this visit to Arnold, I was weary enough to miss being clobbered by the two Mobility scooters that nearly clobbered me.
Yet again, I forgot to call at the GP, and wobbled back to the dump.
Noticed a police car and forensic van at the far end of the street – not another break in?
Did some prep for me blogs and posted this one, then decided to try for another early night in search of sleep…