Saturday 14th March 2015
Woke with a jump, WC’d and found notes about my dreams I’d scribbled, I can even remember bits of them now – so with the aid of the notes (that I didn’t remember writing) here they are:
I seemed to have been located in a dessert… well in America, an Amoco petrol station and café at the front and behind was a factory with machinery like that I used to operate at Carter’s pop factory, with a security cabin somewhere.
I was serving in the café and Rachel Carrera (Authoress and WordPress blogger of great beauty) came in – I was overawed when she knew and spoke my name as she ordered something, I think Ribsteaks and Dr Pepper and leant towards me and whispered “You have someone breaking into the building at the back Inchy, I saw them as I drove up.”
I was then in the factory searching, the machines I recognised as the actual ones I’d worked on, but no pop bottles, I do not know what they were being used for… I ended up walking on thin ledges high on the wall when I forgot why I was there? I returned to the café and Rachel was gone. I cried.
The second dream I was working in the Co-operative store no. 118, at Arleston Drive Wollaton as I did on in 1965 or thereabouts. I was rushing around very busy and in walked of all people Mother? Although she was alive when I worked there I was surprised to see her – she was dressed very smartly in a leather coat, had gold teeth and had permed hair – we spoke but I can’t read me own writing about this part of the dream – I could not get over and was staring at her massive three gold teeth all the time – and fear of her being alive and kicking sent me into a panic and I think I feinted in the dream – I came round as she was emptying my wallet.
I wish I could remember dreams like this every night.
Went down and made a cuppa and took me medications.
The ailments seemed no worse than yesterday – in fact the torn Intercostal muscle was far less painful than yesterday, Arhtur Itis fair, Anne Gyna twinging only, Duodenal ulcer fine and the haemorrhoids painful but not bleeding.
I still feel a bit low and wearily tired but all in all, perhaps a harbinger of a better day portends?
Yesterday I took of photo of the unreal red tinged sky and atmosphere outside when I took the rubbish out – and could not find it – well I did today?
It’s not been touched up or anything – unreal eh?
Thought I’d have a bus-ride out to Mansfield today, take me camera and call in the market to have a look around.
The sky was gloomy but it was not cold at all – mind you, I was well wrapped up like.
The pigeons came down to be fed and I sneaked them some seeds.
I hobbled into the City Centre and to the bus-station without incident and sorted which bus to catch, getting the ‘scenic route’ one so I could take some photographs hopefully from the seat.
I presented my bus-pass to the machine and the driver had a grumble about the roadworks that he had got to get through later.
I got me crossword book out and had a few goes at them – but as the bus got busier the noise of folks on their mobiles and screaming kids made concentrating hard, so I put it away and held me camera in hand in case owt interesting came into view or happened.
Bless her cotton socks.
As the bus got close to Annesley we 
As far as the eye could see!
Half an hour later we got through the temporary traffic lights – and it was comical to see several road-workers leaning on their shovels talking to each other and yawning – mind you, it was not funny to the driver.
I realised when we arrived at Sutton bus-station why – it was shift changeover and he was swapping with another driver just coming on duty.
As I left the station to wonder down to have a look at the market it became busy with folks.
Two blokes were having a scrap outside one of the pubs and no one took any interest at all?.
I moved on down to the marker, not many stalls on today, I was about to take a photo and espied a second-hand book stall – that was it, lost myself in them for ages.
Looking forward to reading this one so much, I’ll keep it in me bag so I can read it on me bus journeying.
The D-Day one is a collection of statements and comments from the ordinary soldiers who were actually there on the beach at Dunkirk.
Amazing the designs of scooters they had on offer for the Mobility scooter drivers to scare the pants off of elderly pedestrians with nowadays.
The one that is a mock motorbike model was on sale for £459, but they started from £129. Not bad considering there is no legal requirement for the dangerous uncaring drivers to insure or tax them – and no licence or training required at all!
I wondered up the hill to the B&M store and had a look around. I got some Jamaican Ketchup, crisps and a packet of biscuits.
This would be a challenge to make pay for anyone taking it on.
The alleyway opposite it has had two murders several muggings and a rape committed on it in the last year.
I left getting just some Lion bars to nibble.
Made my way back to the bus-station, and the arthritis was not too bad considering the walking I’d done.
The heating on this bus was very high and I felt myself having to resist the urge to nod-off before we’d gone a mile.
I had camera to hand and when we passed 
The bus was moving at a decent pace and I had to take the shot quickly.
A few times I nodded off for a moment or two en-route.
I only just realised it was my stop in time. Tsk!
The sky beckoned me to take its photo.
Fatima and Fred came down to be fed.
I ate the fish and chips soon as possible and enjoyed them… within minutes I realised why I’d stopped eating fish and chips, now me stomach is reminding me.
Watched a Law and Order DVD then started the laptop.
Tired early again, but with so much less pain… I perhaps shouldn’t have said that?
