Monday 15th December 2014
Really annoyed at not being able to recall dreams yet again. I woke up a few times and repeated to myself what I had just dreamt of in an effort to remember later to put it in this diary because I thought them so weird they should go in this diary… no such luck, the mind was blank – then again the missus used to know that fifty years ago.
Down and made a cuppa, back up to start this Diary.
Great news from the lower regions… not a single drop of blood from ‘Little Inchy’ And the lesions are healing a lot better now! Just thought I’d mention it like… by way of a desperate effort to find summat positive to write about to ease the gloom a tad. Hehehe!
Another cuppa was brewed.
Yesterday’s Diary finished and posted.
Another cuppa brewed and mediations taken.
Got a bit carried away with graphicastionalising and somehow thought it was 0930hrs when I’d finished abluting and was ready to go out. I even waited a while to make sure I wasn’t going to get on the bus in the pensions-panic-period of between 0930 and 1000hrs when the bus fills-up with us old foggies using out bus-passes.
When I arrived at the bus-stop, the time on the read-out thingy was 1035hrs – hmm, I lost an hour somewhere there?
I Caught the bus to town, then another one out to the Queens Medical Centre.
Being a tad later than planned to arrive (By an hour – Tsk) the haematology dep’t waiting area was like a football match crowd.
Still it didn’t really matter, so I got out me book and delved into it.
Eventually my number was called and I hobbled into the blood room. The nurses greeted me with affection and a smile – nothing to do with my promising them some extra treats for Christmas last week. I’m sure the reason for their jollity was the arrival of my magnetic personality?
They were soon delving into the carrier bag to pick their favourites before I left. The big box of biscuits extra was in for a bashing I suspect too.
Bless em, someone has to prove their value and worth, I’m proud I did.
I took me leave and walked to the bus-stop for the bus to town.
Next to the stop was some railings that fenced off some trees and grass, this was where i had a dizzy turn and leant against the railing for a moment until it cleared. I noticed the amount of things that had been thrown over or through the railings.
Food and drink containers mostly, but there were some cigarette packets and other bits deposited there was well – Nottingham the cleanest city in the UK? Huh!
I caught a Broad Marsh bus as opposed to a City bound one, so I could go in the 99p shop to see if they had any of the meal-worm pellets for me Mallards.
I got off at the bus-station and saw three women having a hell of an argument… but being a natural born coward that I am, I didn’t take any photographs like!
I walked into the centre and up the escalator to the 99p shop.
They didn’t have any of the pellets, but I did get another pair (the last on the shelves) of the headphone’s like the one got last week, because they worked okay. But they are delicate and I feel sure it is only a matter of time before I break them. Usually by my falling asleep with them on. It has been known several times in the past you know?
Then I poddled along towards the bus stop far end of town, passing a Pound Shop and thought it would be a jolly good idea to call in to see if they had any of the meal-worm pellets.
Unfortunately they had their pet section up the stairs.
Undaunted I slowly and carefully mounted the steps and found they had got some, so I got some.
Pleased with this, but not with how my knees reacted to going up and down the stairs, I paid and made my way to the bus stop.
I walked through Trininty Square and the sky over the little use new food Court caught my eye (Not that I was throwing it like) and I put down me bags to get out me camera.
But me arthritic fingers stuck a bit and somehow the camers tool a few photos on its own before I realised it. (Tsk!)
Then I hobbled down Trinity Walk to the bus-stop for Carrington.
When I got in, I took me things out of the bag made a cuppa and started to update this Diary.
Three photo’s I imported into Coreldraw to resize I did not recognise, in fact two of them were just plain grey – the third was through a window of a lady in a shop?
Oh dear… I hope the lady didn’t notice? (Red face at the thought of it developing now I can see in the photo that she was showing a bit of flesh off)
I went down to make a cup of char and a leaflet had been posted though the door.
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I’m not sure why, but I find these types of leaflets from so called professionals offensive and rather crude.
Just saying like…