Tuesday 28th October 2014
Dream filled night of which I can recall very little.
Sprang wide awake at 0300hrs. Checked the stinging little ‘Inch’, no blood at all, but inflamed again and tender.
Got myself downstairs, washed pots made a cuppa and started the laptop. Took medications.
An idea came from somewhere for a rhyme about how badly depressed I felt this morning, I decided to see if i could manage to make it applicable then try and get it written down to put on my Inchcock website.
Oh dear, I feel a wet warmth again, hang on I’ll nip up and check…
Yes, it’s bleeding again! (The little Inch)
Had good wash and sanitisation session.
Got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop in the bag, updated this and set off on my walk… must remember to catch a bus to town afterwards so I can pick up me book from the library.
Might go and feed the ducks if I have time as well.
Added some bird seed in me bag, and set off on me walk into Sherwood to the Nottingham Hospice shop.
On my way I espied that the Computer shop was open and I called in to see about buying a boosted laptop. But he was on his own serving a customer and another one waiting. So I decided to leave until another day.
Left me stuff with the Hospice shop and caught a bus into town.
Then I called in Sainsbury’s to get some bread for the ducks. Oh and a ready meal that looked nice. (that was not for the birds but me – just thought I ‘d mention that like)
Then over the road and down the path to where the dunks were loitering yesterday, taking a photo of a docked barge on the way.
A lady with her daughter in a pram seemed amazed at the sight.
I looked up at the bridge, and I’d got an audience of sight seers (Is that how you spell it?) too! Some taking photos of me?
Then a CPO approached me with a grim expression on his face… oh dear…
It seems that feeding the birds there is now illegal and I risk an on the spot £60 fine?
He seemed a little understanding though and I cringed and offered my humble apologies as I scurried off. No wonder people were taking my picture, they’d not seen anyone do it for years.
Better find somewhere else in future.
Might have to start going to Derby to feed their ducks in future perhaps?
The knees and feet were bad now as I walked through town to the main library to collect the book I’d ordered that Sandra Lentz had recommended me to read.
I was a tad amazed that I remembered to be honest.
I got in and walked the crippling stairs up to floor three ‘Biography’s’ to collect it.
The chap said they keep ordered books on the Ground Floor for collection. I must have bad because he pointed out where the lift was for me to go back down.
I collected the book, paid me 50p charge and walked up to Parliament Street to catch the bus back to Carrington.
As I got off the bus I felt a wetness in my lower regions and had a quick feel to see if the bleeding has started again – only to realise that I’d left me flies wide open! Oh dear, is that why the folks on the bridge were taking photo’s of me? (Oh dearie me… will they appear on Faccebook later? Oh dearie me. Don’t know what I ‘m worrying about really. They’d have to have a really good zoom lens for anything to show up?)
Back to the flea-pit WC. Then updated this tosh.
Took me medications then microwaved me nosh.