Friday 20th March 2015
Woke up remembering bits of a dream and the urgency to post off me samples this morning.
WC – failed attempt – took me medications.
As I left the dump Fred came down for his breakfast of sunflower seeds and earthworms.
Not many folk about, but then again it is early yet – the gloomy in the sky fitted with my feeling of gloom with stab after stab from Anne Gyna accompanied me.
It actually got darker and gloomier as I poddled to the end of the road.
Breathing a bit difficult by the time I’d got through the twitchel and on to Mansfield Road.
Some more pigeons came down for a nibble.
I walked down the road and around the block to ensure I got some exercise in.
As I knew Anne Gyna would incapacitate me a bit today from past experiences of her attacks. Tut!
Note the letter box next to the waste-bin on the kerbside?
That’s the one I walked passed contentedly forgetting that the reason I was out in the first place was to post me samples off that I’d forgotten about yesterday… and Wednesday too!
I was off down the road hobbling along into the distance in my own little meandering world around the block and realised I’d forgot again to posted them again, so I returned to do this post haste.
Now, the bin being next to the post-box might not cause problems for most people – but take the scenario of an elderly partly-senile Inchcock attempting to do a simple job of posting an envelope – he is bound to post his letter into the bin in error while his mind wanders ain’t he?
Well I didn’t actually drop the letter into the bin – but it was close – only just stopped missen. Tsk!
WC’d – failed to pass owt again but blood from the haemorrhoids flowed. Tut!
At least Arthur Itis is not too bad today.
Sod it, it has now!
Did some graphics all the same, just took more hassle and bother.
Thomas (An actual Train engineer).
David, with his dog Spike.
Meritt and me on the stagecoach delivering citizens and Wells Fargo mail.
I nodded off for an hour or two and woke up with the torn muscle under me ribs very painful again – Gnash! Maybe I moved awkwardly in me slumber, or sneezed? Either way I’m in agony again.