Tuesday 2nd November 2014
I woke up around 0300hrs WC – ‘Little Inchy’ swollen and tender but no blood.
Seemed to recall some of a dream I was having and tried to remember some of it.
When I woke again at 0605hrs I couldn’t remember any of it, other than it was interesting, different and worth recording. Blow-it, I really wanted to tell you about it too. Ah well.
The angina was still playing up, the arthritis was not too bad in the knees but bothersome in the hands, the haemorrhoids okay, the ulcer okay and the earache still present but bearable at the time of writing. No dizzies yet, but then it’s early innit?
Went down and made a cuppa, then returned to me sleeping bag and started the laptop to update this Diary of Woe.
Did some Facebooking and checked emails.
Got the stuff ready for the Nottingham Hospice shop and set off on me walk into Sherwood.
Biting wind and cold with it despite the sun shining.
The sky looked rather beautiful. I took a photo of it as I limped along to the shop.
Dropped the bits off and crossed the road and caught a bus into Arnold to get some bits of nosh.
Now after having gone about five bus stops (one eighth of the way) I got off and walked the rest of the way into Arnold. I‘d like to say it was because I felt fit and wanted to get more exercise in than normal… the truth is I’d got on the wrong bus. I know, I know… sad innit!
I walked along silently muttering to and swearing at myself into the Front Street and called in Iceland. Got some Warburton’s Thins on offer at £1 and iced lollies at the same price.
I came out and noticed two of the famously dangerous mobility scooters coming toward me and I crossed the road sharpishly. ‘Better a coward’ that to get ran-into by one of them again.
I hobbled along to the Fulton’s Store and got some cheapo smoked ham (Very tasty) miss-shapes and some baking spuds.
Feeling uncommonly weary now, I caught the (Correct numbered) bus back to Carrington.
As I passed St John’s church I took a photo of the wall near the gate, thought the colours and scene was rather beautiful.
The leaves lying dead on the pavement.
The wild flowers, forcing their way into the sunlight in their battle for survival.
The type of thing I would never have noticed years ago.
Got back to the flea-pit.
Feeling well drained now. Made nosh and I didn’t even start the laptop.
Felt so tired but could I drop off? Not for hours.