Incorporating Photograph visit of Inchcock to Nottingham’s Goose Fair on Opening Day – today
Tried to recollect dream I’d been having, but couldn’t drag it out of my brain while I clean him up applied the Clotromozole cream and filled the laundry basket again.
Got an email yesterday from me Sister and Brother in law giving me permission to visit them on Saturday but only after 1200hrs. They are also so busy, I bet they wondered how they ever managed when they were working.
Came down around 0600hrs, started laptop, made a cuppa and took me medications post haste.
(It’s stopped bleeding now)
Updated this diary.
Spent many happy hours doing graphics and facebooking.
Went up to cleanse shave and beautify myself and get me togs on for me walk to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop in Sherwood. And oh dearie me… the blood from the ‘Inch’ had soaked through me undies trousers and into me dressing-gown!
Kitchen towels to the fore, and extra Clotromozole cream applied – gently, very ever so gently!
It took yonks to get it to stop again. I thought about going somewhere medical about it, but when it did stop, I chickened out.
On my walk to the Charity shop I thought it would be a good idea (Being as I’d remembered me camera) to go afterwards to the Goose Fair that was just starting on the Forest afterwards.
So I did. I managed to just miss three buses that were at the bus-stop and I couldn’t get there quick enough to catch one.
I dropped off at the wrong bus-stop, to early. So I hobbled up to the Goose Fair site, and went in the East entrance off of Mansfield Road.
The uneven ground played havoc with me feet and knees.
The few kids that were there seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I’ll put these photographs onto me Nottingham Goose Fair album on me Facebook page later. Might use the one about the new ride on Troll Free Zone, might give em a laugh.. or not.
Noticing the security staff sat gossiping and on their ipods or something like that.
The first rubbish bin I came to on the Boulevard was in a right state already, Tsk.
I limped literally back to Carrington, and then nipped bravely into the Lidl store to get some bread and bananas. That brought back the thoughts of how my ‘Inch’ was doing, but I could feel no moisture.
I’ll definitely have to see Dr Vindla. Mind you, I’ve got an appointment on Monday, I must try to find out what time cause for some reason I didn’t put it on me diary.
Hey-ho, microwave sausage sandwiched for me tonight.
I do live well yer know…