Wednesday 18th March 2015
Mess of a night again sleep-wise, my current habit of nodding off any-time anywhere isn’t helping I suppose.
I eventually awoke around 0630 hrs and did my best to remember the dreams I’d had – but nothing at all of any detail came to me – although I remember telling myself more than once ‘I must remember and record this…’ but no notes found?
Not sure, but I have a feeling something needed doing today?
I stirred and went and made a cuppa and a pot of porridge and got the now working laptop on to start this diary. Bit of a cock-up on the porridge stakes though, I thought I’d got a pot of plain porridge and out some honey in it – it turned out it was a pot already flavoured with golden syrup – er-ugh… far too sweet to eat. Tut!
Tried to do the header in Coreldraw9 and it let me do so without freezing for once.
Eventually go missen scrubbed up and while doing me teggies I remembered the clinic visit!
So hobbled a bit faster so as to get missen ready and be there on time.
Walked to the clinic intending to catch the bus back to town to have me photographicalisical trip around the Cash-shops all within 5 minutes walk of each other on Upper Parliament Street in Nottingham.
After the clinic (All fine) I realised I had not got me bus-pass with me – Huh!
Walked back to the hovel and collected it – came out again and amazingly I felt good enough to walk into town then – worrying that!
What it was confused me – it might have been food judging by the bits of something scattered around the main body of the artwork, I think I saw something moving from the bowels of the… whatever it was?
I realised later that I’d taken a shot of the old school building clock in the background -it’s now a Community Centre for drop-outs etc.
Very odd looking to me – how many customers are they expecting who are headless and bodiless? Still, it shows they care about the minorities dunnit? Hehehe!
I wandered up and onto Parliament Street, down to Long Row to take a few photographs of the Spiv-Money shops and into the City Centre – where I found a Market with 20 or so stalls selling a variety of overpriced impractical rather upper class goods.
There was little interest being shown.
My first Nottingham pavement Cyclist of the day spotted.
I wandered back up to Upper Parliament Street and took photo’s of the selection of the immoral pay-day loan, pawnbroker, cash lenders, money-sharks whatever you wish to call them situated on that road.
Down to Tesco for me bread, ice-cream lollies and cheapo min-swiss rolls
By golly I live well!
Hobbled over to Trinity Walk, with surprising ease today, despite my having walked for so long and far, Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me.
They were really expensive, I just wondered what they were?
I caught the bus back to the flea-pit, just starting to feel a bit weary now.
Got in and put me bits away – made a cuppa and had three microwave burgers in bread thins with a bit of BBQ sauce, two lollies and a banana – the Queen doesn’t eat better than wot I do yer know.
Had the nosh and fell asleep.
Woke a couple of hours later and got this done.
Phoned brother-in-law Pete to see how Sister Jane and he were doing. He’s got the flu now, but Jane is a tad better.
Took me medications, passed wind and WC’d.
Did some facebooking and posted this off to WordPress.