Thursday 11th December
Decent sleep for once last night, I can’t even recall any of the dream/s I had last night, but just know I’d had them.
Woke reluctantly at 0322hrs.
Made a cuppa. Started to update this Diary.
Then took me morning medications a little early, but I think I might have missed yesterday mornings so took today’s while I thought about it.
Did some facebooking and checked emails and blog.
My knees were really bad when I got up or down and I decided today would be a day in and no going out. (Changed mind later… huh decisions decisions… not my forte making them)
I worked on a satirical post for the Inchcock blog for hours and hours – not really happy with it but I might post it later after more titivating of it.
Posted it around 0930hrs – I just don’t know how it came from mu puddled brain. Someone said it was very deep on Facebook. Oh dear… hope it goes down well.
I ended up titling it ‘Inchcock’s Message for the future – from one of his dreams!’
Well must go for a bit now, and get missen cleaned and polished ready for me walk into Nottingham’s different area to get some fresh photo’s for this Diary.
1035hrs: Back in a bit – I hope.
1123hrs: I’m back!
1135hrs: I set off on me walk well wrapped up (me, not the walk like) against the cold bitter wind. Remembering that rain had been forecast on Radio Nottingham when I was cutting missen shaving earlier, I increased me speed to about 1 ¼mph. (Hehehe, don’t know what I’m laughing at?)
I took a route through what is called Forest Fields that used to be a posh area to live in when I were a lad. I decided to take photo’s of the shops there now en route to and back from Asda.
It looked a little like rain as I passed Park and Ride Tram site.
But it kept off thank you kindly.
I got in Asda and approached the lady on the Asda Help Desk… Help Desk did I say?
I told her that I have home delivery sometimes.
I explained to her that I had lost me card and had got a new one and tried to change my log on details for the new card – but when it proceeded the last four numbers of the old card kept coming up with no option to change it so the old incorrect four digits kept preventing me from logging on.
Could she advise me on what to do to get on please?
I should have know I was not going to get any help then as the puzzled look and frown on her face said it all.
“I’ll just phone my supervisor ‘cause I don’t know owt about computers…” She rang her supervisor who apparently told her to tell me to change the four digits on the website when asked to because that is what she told me.
Now I was not in the mood for telling her everything again and it was obvious she was not going to get the message that the site was not allowing me to change the numbers, so I thanked her for her help and started my shopping. (Slightly miffed I might add)
I had a wander around and again bought stuff I didn’t really need: Warburton Thins, a two serving ready meal of Cottage Pie (Hope to tackle that later tonight), a cream cake (French horn) some Raspberry ripple mousse, potatoes, apples, some egg flans, and two multipacks of Asda Cheese Curls.
As soon as i had to climb the steps out of onto the road I regretted getting so much… for two reasons: First I had to lug the stuff all the way home, second I felt I should not have given them my custom the way they had treated me over my query about me card. Tsk!
I’ve put all the photographs on the right wot I took going and coming back from the shop, I won’t name Asda in protest at their shoddy treatment/service they gave me… Cobblebother! I just did do didn’t I!
Anyway as you can guess from the shops Forest Fields area is very much a multicultural one and unfortunately has a high crime figure.
But they have some very interesting shops on almost every corner of the old terraced blocks.
Of course there are many closed down and some converted to housing, as in any large town I imagine.
The one that stood out to me was an Asian Ladies clothes shop that had some, what I thought amazing dresses on show in the window.
Not that I know anything about ladies dresses just that I like some and not others. These had intricate bit of extra designs on them, really pretty.
The Mosque there was in a converted old Cinema that I used to visit sometimes as a young whipper-snapper many years ago. (Well a few years ago he lied)
When I had (limping by now-knees and feet) got into the Sherwood Rise area en route back to Carrington, the rain came – and stopped seconds later? Never known that before?
Still, not complaining!
I cut through to Hucknall Road and went over the Pelican lights to where Lidl’s car park was, and s few pigeons came down at me feet and looked up at me – cooing (That’s the pigeons cooing not me like).
I’d got some seed with me so gave it to them. I wondered if they are getting wiser these birds? Do they recognise me or me bag and walking stick… no I didn’t take me walking stick because I knew I’d be struggling to carry bags back anyway?
I had to feed em quick while no one was looking because it is banned feeding the birds around here nowadays without risking a £60 on the sot fine. Tsk! I am a fool doing it really)
I got into the flea-pit. Well tired out after me walk to Asda – buying too much again and the slog home with two heavy bags (Well, heavy fer me like)
Managed to get me frozen stuff into the fridge – hope me gigantic Shepherds fits into the microwave and the microwave works – sometime it do, sometimes it don’t?
Put me cake in the fridge for later and WC’d again… Mmmm! Risked making a good strong cuppa anyway.
Started latop internet came on but it was oh so slow again. Damnations to BT!
Udated this diary again and downloaded… or should that be uploaded the photographs and resized them.
The laptop mouse is playing up a bit… what next I ask… What next?
Took medications with another cuppa and Facebooked and then blog read for a while… oh, just went to move and me knees didn’t want me to! Ooh!
5 thoughts on “Inchcock Today: Thursday 11th December 2014”
‘Trung Tam’ means ‘The Centre’ as it happens…what with me being fluent. The next bit is probably the shop keepers handle!
Of course I knew that really/ (Inchcock adopting lie/fib/porky mode)
In order to become fluent in Vietnamese all it took me was just the one visit to our local Viet grocers. As a dyslexic I took to their language like I don’t know what!
Ah, that explains it Mike.
I fang you!