Wednesday 18th February 2015
Up at around 0500hrs… realised I’d missed me last nights medications… and took me morning medications.
Couldn’t recall the dreams I’d had just knew I’d had them?
WC’d – lots of blood from the rear cleaned up. Arthritis fair, angina flaring a tad, haemorrhoids leaking and a new pain in right arm around the elbow? Coughing sneezing and emissions from the back exhaust persistent. Tut!
Started laptop and finished and posted yesterdays diary. Then finished iff me Security Woes post about the Turkey Farm and posted that one to Inchcock on WordPress.
Remembered Iceland coming later and I must sort the camera for taking to the Nottingham Hospice shop afterwards Spent a while doing some graphic work and then facebooked a bit.
Went down all clean and polished to wait for the Iceland man. Started me second less powerful laptop that will not handle Coreldraw or Serif draw and did some work on Apache and then the Iceland-man commethed.
I put the stuff away, not easily though I’d got that much the fridge and freezer are even more crammed than ever now.
Made sure I’d got the camera and bits for the hospice and set off on me walk there.
Fed the pigeons and set off on me poddle.
Passing a house on Watcome Circus I remembered attending years ago when I was on Security Mobile Patrol Alarm response and took a photo of it because I thought I’d do me next Security Woes about that night and can use the photo again in it.
At the time of the incident the house (Now flats/apartments) was owned and lived in by a bank manager who’s bank paid for the security response and patrols for him. I’ll say no more it might spoil the Tale of Woe.
The sky looked nice, but the wind was biting despite the sun coming out often during me hike.
Down the hill passed the traffic lights and realised I’d left me cards at home. That shouldn’t matter though as I wont be needing them for the cash or bus… would I?
At least it’ll stop me spending for once.
As I carried on up the next hill I noted that the Nottingham Reptile Centre had a new sign outside with their name on it – the satirist in me thought I could take a photo of that and put Osborne or Cameron’s (Chancellor and Prime Minister) face on the poster and post it on Facebook? Perhaps to the Funny Site.
What do you think?
If anyone would like me to, I can do one with the face of any politician for you if you like and email to you.
Not that I have anything against the unelected ministers or their spoon-in-the-mouth wealth or their nepotism nihilism or sybarite lifestyles in the least.
In fact I think they should have more notoriety and fame than they have already conned cheated lied and been handed… something like being the first Government Ministers to be launched into space… or hung for treason something along those lines like.
I digress, sorry back to the diary.
Up the hill and to my astonishment to gentlemen of Eastern European looks pulled up in front of me in a van at a road junction, with the back end of their van sticking out about 6 foot into the road where they had just turned from.
A bus driver expressed his derision at their parking and honked his horn as he could not pass. The unshaven and rough looking passenger went into the beer-off, and I could not get across the road, not that I wanted to like – I was hoping things would develop as the bus-driver was gesticulating at the un-road-savvy nerks… Eventually the white van man pulled forward hitting the car parked legally in front of him to make way for the bus to pass.
Then reversed and nearly hit a bloke who unlike me who waited, he walked behind the van into the road to get over the road.
As I got to the Nottingham Hospice shop I had a dizzy-spell, first one in ages – shook me a bit.
It (The photo) came out very blurred though, perhaps a side-affect of the dizzy-spell?
As U left the store I noticed these dresses? in the window. I’m curious if anyone can help in what type they are?
Made me way down the hill into Sherwood and on my way noticed a pavement cyclist crossing the pelican lights on his bike and up the pavement on the other side, narrowly missing clobbering an elderly lady as he did so.
I’d like to mention that this sort of activity from cyclists doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
The cab driver came out of the shop rubbing his beard and didn’t acknowledge the hooting form the traffic at all and calmly drove off.
Gawd I love Nottingham folk.
I resisted the smell from the take-away food shop, and started my way up the hill when I thought a miracle took place! A cyclist came passed me from behind making me jump (Well… I say jump?) and I called after him and got me camera out and… wait for it!… he got off his bike and started pushing it!
I was amazed at this, it has never happened before… then I realised he was two-thirds of the way up the hill and must have been knackered so that must be why he got off it?
I pressed on up the hill, the knees starting to twinge a bit now, but no more dizzies thankfully.
The legs from a toy doll – and feet away (Not sure how but I missed this off the picture…Tsk!) laid a plastic head of David Cameron?
What the artists intention was to create I don’t know. Hehe!
Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington, and turning right at St Johns Church the site of the flowers forcing their way through up from the graves these little blue and white flowers made me again appreciate nature.
I couldn’t tell what they were saying as I didn’t know or understand the language they were spitting at each other, better safe than sorry I thought.
I pondered over it a bit – and thought maybe it was created as a protest over the nearby cable television lines that had been vandalised and pulled out by the local yobbery? However the significance of the dog pee to the right of it left me puzzled – that is of course if it was canine pee?
Limped to the dump and hastily hobbled to the porcelain.
Here, I had a very very minor Whoopsiedangleplop – I bent down to rub some Phorpain gel into me kness and cracked me head on the sink.
Lucky it was only me head really – then another dizzy that couldn’t have come at a better time than me being sat-down at the time like.
I waited a few moments then stood up and all signs of the dizzy had gone, and tended to me tender rear area – still a tad nervous going down the stairs though.
Had a small Pork and pickle pie, a flake and a cuppa and started the laptop to do this diary update.
Make a cuppa and took me medications.
Tired again, must remember me extra INR check tomorrow…