Saturday 21st March 2015
Woke in agony from the torn muscle – very disappointed with that, I thought it was improving too. Huh!
I suppose I must have sneezed or turned badly in me slumber?
I went down and made a cup of tea then took me medications.
Popped out and took a photo of the sky in front of the hovel – very gloomy – just like me at the moment! Hehe!
Started this diary and then did me ablutions and applied me creams lotions and pain gel.
Not feeling too good, but decided to risk a little walk into town only, where I can get back sharpish in the event of any dizzies or worse.
The arthritis, haemorrhoids and ulcer all seem calmish, the angina and pulled muscle were competing to see which could give me the most discomfort.
Not one of me best efforts I’m afraid.
Assembled the bits for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and set off on me walk to Sherwood.
The sky still looking a tad sad as I hobbled over the hill towards Sherwood – and noticed that there were few folk about for a Saturday.
A bit further on I came across some Nottingham Street Art in the form of a musical instrument box laid open (presumably it held a Clarinet or whichever instrument it held before being stolen and dumped).
Artfully displayed between a lamppost and a telegraph pole, laying open as a plea for humanity to be kinder to musical instruments and for the crooked elements of society to stop nicking stuff?
Hobbled on to the Charity shop and left me bits for them and then I caught the bus into town.
I wandered up through Trinity Square and took this photographicalisation of the row with food retailers with outside ‘have a fag chairs’ on their frontages – it was gone 1100hrs but many of them had not yet put out their chairs and seats – mind you, with so few more-money-than-sense Nottinghomians about, I couldn’t fault them.
I caught me reflection in a window of a shop (Scary that I can tell yers!).
I was looking for a window with ‘Bling’ on display to take a photo of it for the TFZ gals when I wondered down Trinity Walk and as I was zooming in on the ‘Bling’ a lady appeared.
I considered momentarily popping in and asking how much they wanted for her… not really!
The Nottingham Post newspaper stall I just had to take a photograph of:
Murders, rapes, muggings, burglaries, unemployment, car crimes, benefit cheats etc were the things I expected to see as the headlines. What was the top and first headlines? “4 Free Toilet Rolls with your Nottingham Post!”
Made me think that did!
The market stalls were open again but few people were attending. Not surprising really, they were not offering anything different or any better value then anywhere else, dearer if anything – but the Nottingham Council has to raise money from somewhere for the benefits to be paid yer know.
I hobbled to the tram stop at the rear of this fountain photograph.
Anne Gyna and the pulled muscle were making their presence known though Huh!
I remembered to swipe me free pensioners bus pass card at the station before getting on the tram.
Not many folk on it today, I had a look around and noticed that of the eight passengers on board, two were not on mobile phones… and one of them was me!
The tram soon filled up with noisy Nottinghamian’s.
When it arrived in Bulwell I nearly got caught in the rush of folk to get off urgently. No idea why, but they all disappeared rapidly once they did get off?
Surreal it were… hypnagogic!
First port of call was Fultons Foods in search and hopes of getting some blackcurrant ice-cream lollies – no such luck. Tsk!
They did however have some ‘Hunters sausages’ at the ridiculously low price of 89p for a pack of 4 ready cooked ones. So I got myself a pack, and it was in-date too.
There were so many mobility scooters about it scared me a tad. I rested a while and watched them on and around the market – it’s amazing how they all managed to avoid hitting any one.
I made my way to the bus station and caught a bus back to Carrington.
Beginning to get bother from the rear end now – but I think the Angina was easing – so swings and roundabouts yer know?
Dropped off the bus on Hucknall Road and limped down to the hovel, feeding the pigeons en-route like.
WC’d – Success on the movement department! Hurrah!
Watched a DVD while I consumed me nosh…
Then fell asleep.
Woke just in time to take me evening medications.
Had a drink out of the flask (Tea!) and downloaded photographs and resized them and did this diary.
I phoned sister Jane to ascertain her and Pete’s health, and it was not too good for either of them, but they are still leading a good social life and that’s good for them. Not wanting to risk mixing our ailments it is frustrating not being able to see them.
Posted the diary then did some Facebooking.