Saturday 11th October
0400hrs: WC. Checked the ‘Inch’ – very little blood, still swollen and looking inflamed. I forgot to put me Clotrimazole cream on (Twit!)
Being as our Jane and Pete had too much on for me to visit them. They do live a full life, and Jane has is doing well, so proud of her.
So I’ve decreed today as an idle stay at home day!
My concentration is not good today for some reason.
Laptop started. Made a cuppa took me medications
I spend an awfully long time doing graphics for later use, perusing the Men’s Left Handed Usage sites etc. (Only joking)
On retiring the ‘Inch’ bed and bled when I applied the cream. Huh!
Sunday 12th October
Wot an odd night! Waking up every few minutes throughout. The porcelain had a good few visits.
Pains in the knees of a new character – when I went to apply me Phorpain gel I realised what they were… Boils!
Oh lucky me.
Bloomin’ cold again this morning.
Came down and put the heater on in the front room. Made a cuppa and took me medications. During which I thought and pondered about me dosages. On the usual medications it says clearly so many to be taken days or nights. But what about the penicillin? It says four a day – is a day 12 hours or 24? Must remember to ask Dr Vindla about this in the morning. And the fact that despite the med’s and cream, little ‘Inch’ is still bleeding away.
0545hrd, Updated this and started working on my next Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe for me Inchcock site.
Got the post finished and posted – toyed on Facebook and did some graphics to post.
A warm wet feeling had encroached on my lower regions… I’d better go and get myself ready for me walk and check out the ‘Inch’ then get beautified in case some lady speaks to me on me ramble. (Hehe… back in a bit… I hope – None did!)
Set off on it and took a picture of Mansfield Road in Carrington.
I trundled limping along, with everyone passing me, and there seemed a lot of folk going into town for a Sunday.
As I got nearer town, I noticed the window ledge of House of Fraser had come in handy for somebody last night on their piss-up night out. A contraceptive, fag packet and nub-ends Costa coffee cups and a crushed half eaten food box scattered around. In the phone box further on the same assortment was laying inside?
Clinton Street looked like there was a marathon going on in it, it was that busy.
The many banks ATM’s were busy as well.
In the slab square a bit of excitement I thought – seeing a police van, a police car an ambulance and a paramedics car sited on Long Row.
I took a photo or two and approached to see if I could find out what had been taking place – but could see nothing untoward and was very disappointed.
I pondered around a bit and made me way back to Parliament Street via King Street, and there was a demonstration taking place just near Brian Clough’s statue.
It looked like Brian Clough’s statue was cheering them on.
I didn’t find out what it was all about as there were some hecklers to the right of em as I took the photo.
So I decided to walk the long way around again.
That explains the police presence then.
In the square there was many temporary food take-away outlets, some giving off steam and flames as they prepared the many foreign foods for the eager Nottinghamians prepared to pay out the outrageous prices being asked.
Man skateboarders and cyclists belting about all over the place – but none of the police officers around seemed concerned at all.
I hobbled up Market Street and realised how many of them ‘orrible money grabbing Pay-Day Loan companies had premises on Upper Parliament Street and took a photo of a few.
Some of the signs were approaching liable I think.
“You are not alone – we can help!”
“We buy your gold”
“Can we help you – It’s so easy!”
“We buy and sell all items”
“Short Term Loans at fantastic rate!”
“Exclusive Pay-day Loans – No Credit Checks!” etc.
The gullible and poor are being preyed on here!
And I don’t think it’s right! Moan over now!
As we stopped at the traffic lights (much to the displeasure of the driver) I noticed the old Evangelical Church had been sold and they had moved into premised that were obviously cheaper to maintain and run.
If I remember afterwards I’ll Google the new occupants’ name and see if I can find out who they are.
Got off bruised a little, and hobbled back to the hovel.
I updated this tosh, cuppa and medications taken. ‘Inch’ tended to (A bit more blood this time) and got me nosh ready.