Woke with a jump thought about the dreams I’d had a while then remembered I’d not taken in the bins in from yesterday – so painfully got up (Ribs and angina) and poddled down to correct this oversight – noticing on the way that the sky had an atmospheric pink tinge to it, so I took me camera with me.
When I went out I realised the bins were still full and that it was bin-day today not yesterday. Tsk!
Then I took a picture of the sky – realising when I got back in to add it to this diary, I’d left the card in the laptop. Sad really.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Usual messages about incorrect power supply box etc when opening the laptop.
I tried Coreldraw to see if it would work today. Touch wood, it seems okay, but then I’ve not tried any high memory stuff yet, just the header for this post.
I’m sure I can still taste the herbs from the meal I had yesterday – it tasted grand.
Shame about me making a faux pas of the sky photo.
Ah, Friday the 13th for anyone believing in such stuff – a risky day.
I must say, today has been a day of tiredness, weariness and doing very little.
I fell asleep after I had an early nosh (Cornish pasty [Tesco own label not good])
Must have gotten three unanticipated hours in when I was awoken by the mobile phone ringing. It was BJ asking how I was going and did I need owt bringing in fodder-wise.
Nice that, no one else had called to see how I was going.
I thanked him, he apologised for not calling yesterday and told him not to worry mate.
His calling was fortuitous as if he hadn’t I would have missed me evening medications – we had a natter and then I took the doses – damned good job I hadn’t missed me Warfarin what with the INR level being so low.
WC’d and then went down to make a cuppa.
Found the INR report and dosage notification from the hospital had been delivered and put it in the drawer so I’d know where it was for next week.
Gawd I still feel weary and tired though.
Did some graphicaliationing until Coreldraw9 froze and I did not have the energy to go through resetting again.
Unbelievably tired now, no concentration.
Poor old mule.
Sorry no new photographs or anything worth reporting really, but thanks for checking.
A decent nights sleep last night – in between waking up a good few times but overall I reckon I got a good five hours in – I remembered some bits of the dreams I’d had too… so will get them down now before they evaporate into the ether:
A rather large but attractive lady and three men (legal types I think) were chasing me through a fun fair – I got on a dodgem car and drove it off the fairground onto the road – made it to motorway – where a St John’s ambulance stopped me and they asked to see my driving licence – as I got out of the dodgem blood streamed from my rear end – the ambulance-men rugby tackled me to the ground, pepper sprayed me and pulled me pants down… they arrested me for failing to take reasonable care of me haemorrhoids and driving under the influence of out-of-date Yorkshire tea bags – Found myself incarcerated in a brick cellar with my old Smith-Coroner word processor, Cyril me beloved old cat, with box’s of curried beans used as a desk I was sitting on, an electric chair which I had to keep getting out of to allow the Ambulance-men warders room to electrocute someone every hour or so…
There was more, lots more I know – but the facts faded fast into the unretentive mist of my foppotee mind.
I took me medications and WC’d – only to find that me piles were bleeding profusely in reality as well as my dream… of course as soon as I used the porcelain the pain started – now this is not necessarily a bad thing – as it took place above the pains from me torn Intercostal muscle, which means that the damage under me ribs must be getting somewhat better and slowly healing? Mmm, I’ve said this before I think. Not really confident about this scenario I rubbed in some more pain-gel just to be on the safe side like.
My other ailments including Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis seemed content to give me a break this morning – hope they keep it up.
Started this diary.
0915hrs: Email received from the doctor – Warfarin INR level far too low at 1.7 they have increased dosage. I’m not sure if I’ve missed any doses or if the whoopsiedangleplops and torn muscle might be affecting the level?
Worrying innit?
I had a scrub-up and got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
Only Fred came to breakfast this morning when I took rubbish out to the bin.
I set off struggling a bit with the bags.
When I got on Mansfield Road I thought the new street lights reminded me of ‘The Day of the Triffids’ so took a photo of them – but they don’t show up very well.
Hey-ho.
Over the hill and down into Sherwood proper
I spotted that the pub had removed the scaffolding from the frontage, thus allowing me to take a better photographicalisation of the humorous sign above the doors.
I must say this tickled me when I first saw it.
But the hilarity soon turned to anger, frustration and verbal confrontation as I moved on down and up the hill on Mansfield Road.
First a git on a mobility scooter came belting passed me nearly clipping me one, as I got to take a photo of the imbecile he’s just clipped a woman further along the road and she was giving him some signals and a verbal message as as he just sped on from her making a woman with pram take action to avoid a collision.
I wish I could have caught up with him.
I recognised his scooter as one of those outside the pub nearly every day.
Moments later a BMW weighed down with dozens of packs of Cola pulled off the road between some safety fencing near the pelican lights to unload into the Pizza Roma place.
He got out looking daggers at me taking a photo, sneered said something I could not understand, but it wasn’t ‘Good morning’ I’m sure.
This prompted me to question his sanity in driving onto the pavement while pedestrians were there and so close to the pelican crossing.
He just swore at me and ignored me – I bet he sells a lot of Pizzas with an attitude like that. The lady who he came closest to hitting was angry, but she walked away without complaining.
I moved on a little uptight with the hassle and got to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and left the goods for them.
I liked the look of the picnic basket in the Hospice window and took a photo of it – I imagine there will not be many like that one around today.
The pottery was not in good condition but it evoked memories for me.
I crossed the road and took a photo towards Carrington from the hill as the weather or rather sky began to look threatening.
I could smell the food from the Continental hot food store and crossed back over the road to see if they had any fodder left for sale as the aroma had got me taste-buds going.
Naturally this late in the day there was not going to be much choice or fresh cooked stuff.
There was a choice of four however but I didn’t recognise any of the food and asked the assistant what the stuff that looked like grass was.
I could not pronounce what she told me it was – she said it had beef, beans and herbs in it. Anyway I asked for some with the last of the roast potatoes they had.
Popped it in me bag to reheat later at home and crossed back over the road and up the hill into Carrington.
As I neared the top, two, I say two pavement cyclist nits had stopped to chat with a member of the opposite sex who had a pram and everyone was having to walk around them.
I mentioned this to them as I drew close and one of the gentleman pavement cyclist suggested I go forth and multiply as he gave me a seriously threatening glare.
If he thinks that was going to scare me off he was wrong… it just happened that I had to get home to reheat me whatever it was I’d just bought – otherwise I’d have had them both I can tell yer!
I plodded on eventually arriving back at the bomb-site to be greeted with Fatima, Fred and family wanting there dinner.
First things first – I got the nosh in the microwave. Gave in six minutes (Cause me microwave is not very powerful like) but it needed a couple of minutes more – it smelt delicious, a bit like a good beef goulash. It was a tad greasy but boy what a great taste.
Gobbled it all up in minutes, even the roast tatties were excellent.
Watched a bit of a DVD while I ate it, then started Coreldraw9 to finish this diary on and do some graphics for the TFZers.
The laptop did some funny actions and I had to restart it – then Coreldraw9 crashed, and then again and for a third time it froze – each time I had to force close the laptop and restart, each time getting messages about the power pack being either not powerful enough or not recognised?
Then I noticed the battery was 57% (55% now) and Not charging.
Really fed-up now. Driven at – verbally abused and now technology is having a go at me!
I’m not a happy lad, in fact depressed and sad. Tut!
The 86 hour Christmas shift in Security Control Room
In my ten years with the company, I had never had a day off sick, and had only been late on duty once.
With so many of the lads knocking off with sickies, and then my fellow controller joining them, I ended up working straight through for 86 hours over the holiday period.
One of the supervisors brought me in a Christmas dinner, and the night men took me off for two hours each night shift so I could wash shave and have a nod to keep going.
The Operations Manager thanked me profusely.
The Owner thanked me.
The Night Manager offered his appreciation for my commitment.
Two weeks later I was made redundant as they had out-sourced the control room duties to save cash in their effort for financial survival.
After a couple of years of being sneered at and ignored by the Job Centre plus people I gave up trying to find another job at 64 years of age.
I am now happier with my life (Using the term loosely) than I have ever been.
The hernia then the heart operation, angina, arthritis, haemorrhoids, cancer of the bowel, duodenal ulcer, torn Intercostal muscle, going deaf, and slowly losing my sanity is okay to me – as long as I do not lose me laptop, internet connection or Cyber-friends.
Not a good night again, dream, wake, dream, wake, WC, dream, wake, etc.
I did manage some kip around 0400hrs to 0520hrs, when I sprang awake – I could not remember any of the dreams again. Tut!
Went down and made a flask of tea, during which sadly I had a couple of dizzy spells – (just when I thought it was safe to boil the water – hehe!). I ran the scolded fingers under the tap for a minute or so and applied some cream.
The interscostal muscle was I think a little less painful though, and Arthur Itis was good – Anne Gyna was a bit persistent again, the ulcer no bother though – damned dizzies might be set it for a while – just a feeling – I hope not, I hate having them. That feeling of impotency and inability to do anything to stop them is frustrating.
Got to go to the QMC today for me INR Warfarin level tests – it’s raining outside at the moment, so I’ll do an anti-rain dance in a bit (Only joking!).
WC’d – during which I got a sense of what one of the dreams last night was about, but by the time I’d discovered the bleeding piles and tended to them I’d forgotten again. It’s odd that to me – I can remember remembering but could not remember what I’d remembered? Does this happen to others?
I potted about and got the nurses nibbles in the bag ready for later – made sure me INR record card was in me pocket with the bus-pass and me Emergency Card was in me jacket. Put me camera in the bag too.
Laptop on to start this diary.
I must try to get back from the hospital and try to get some graphics done for the TFZers, hopefully the fatigue that overcame me yesterday will not prevent me and Coreldraw9 will not crash – I’ve given up on Serif Draw x6, that seems to crash too regularly.
I decided that as I was feeling a bit better today – I’d walk it all the way to the QMC for me INR Warfarin level tests so as to catch up on me walks I’ve missed while feeling poorly. (I get these impulses every now and then – I think it’s something to do with being thrown in the canal when I five years old?).
I had a good scrub-up and got the things ready for the outing.
Determinedly, and foolishly full of confidence I set off nice and early.
The graphicalised tale of the journey to the hospital is in the graphics on the right hand side of the post.
I thought you might like to scroll down and read me comments wot I printed on the photographs to get the best out of them like? Please let me know if this idea was not a good one – I’m used to failure and promise not to sulk if it didn’t work.
The entire journey took me 1 hour & 57 minutes.
Well above me record time, even me average time for this journey.
But then again I was not racing or rushing missen, and I did stop many times to take the photographs like.
The weather was kind throughout.
Worth repeating was that at every traffic lights there was somebody wearing a plastic or cardboard billboard advertising Pizza Hut collect only: Any size Pizza at £6.99.
Every one of the poor lost soles walking around looked absolutely pee’d off and depressed.
I wonder how much they get paid for standing around on street corners looking twits?
Poor devils…
On Triumph Road – now taking over by college students establishments – long gone are all the business that used to dominate this road – no Player’s factories now, Transport depots, Coopers etc. the new college buildings especially the multi-coloured big one shaped like a wedge or something out of Thunderbirds and some of the students looked a bit like puppet character ‘Virgil’ from the programme as they passed me by.
Heheh!
The ‘wedge’ building on the University of Nottingham Jubille campus there seems to be having work of some sort done on the exterior ever since it’s been built in June 2009 I think – surely the architects must be a little embarrassed by their claim that: ‘The three new landmark buildings and a striking new piece of public art create a gateway and a strong new identity for the campus, emphasising the university’s modernity and sustainability’.
Pogglewash!
I see the first part of Triumph Road is now being got ready for being built on by the University.
This area was occupied the old Gasometers from the gas works – they closed I think about 1980? I’m not sure and cannot find an actual date on the web either.
The land is still not considered safe enough to build on top of apparently.
I had a burk-on-a-bike come flashing passed me from behind as I went underneath the walk-over in one of the new buildings.
I hate it when some unthinking pratt of a pavement cyclist does that to me – in fact these dung inhabitants are possibly my most hated species of turd after politicians and paedophiles.
Yes, they are my most hated species of turd after politicians and paedophiles!
As I walked along Derby road on me journey into the unknown and stopped to cross the pelican lights – another rat-bag on a bike came from behind between the pedestrian and crossed part way making us (the poor pedestrians) move out of his way.
I didn’t know I could hate this much.
I completed the journey and arrived in the bright sunshine at the entrance to the QMC.
I made my way to the haematology dep’t and much to my surprise found only a handful of people waiting to go in – then I realised that I’d set out really early and so found it a delight to have my number called out within minutes.
There was a new nurse who took me samples and we had a nice chin-wag.
After she professionally dealt with me, I left them their nibbles and cheerily left walking out into the sunshine again and over the road to catch a bus into town.
When one came, I was told by the driver I was too early to use me free pensioners bus pass.
I did feel a fool – did it again!
I got off and had a look at me mobile to get the time and it was 0925hrs – so only five minutes before I could use it.
So I had a walk for a few bus stops.
I caught a bus at the Olde Lenton Lodge bus stop into the City. (The Lenton Lodge is now a storeplace for Mercedes – so sad!)
The bus was nearly full (I imagine with the gaggle of us old folk using our bus-passes, Hehe)
I got off the bus off early anf walked down to the library, where I another dizzy. Sat down and read a bit of a book by Harry Secombe’s brother Fred Secombe (Anglican Priest in the Church of Wales) entitled ‘ How Green was my Curate’.
It was so humorous I got carried away with it, two and a half hours later I left the library.
I poddled to Tesco in the Victoria centre and got some bits.
Bread Tins, Fresh Cream Apple turnovers, Cornish Pastiesm Bacon/Cheese Burgers and some fine Frank’s.
Oh and a nasal spray to help clear me clogged nose.
Walked towards the bus stop, dropping some seeds and meal-worms for the pigeons en-route to Trinity Square.
Took some ‘Bling’ photographs for the TFZ gals.
Caught the bus okay and dropped off at the co-op and walked back to the dump – feeding Fatima and Fred on the way.
WC’d. No blood.
Made a cuppa and had it with one of the apple turnovers but was not impressed with it, all sugar and hard bits of apple – I may write to David Cameron about this…
Started (usual message about incorrect power pack) laptop and did a graphic for the header – halfway through Coreldraw9 froze – Huh!
Tried again and it let me – slowly!
I later looked for me INR record sheet but could not find it. I sat puzzling what I could have done with it – aha thunk I – bet I used it as a book mark at the library when I had to call at their porcelain…? I’ll call in tomorrow and ask them – although if it is there, the address is on it an they might send it on to me – I’ll call in tomorrow.
Tonight perhaps Cornish pasty and potatoes? Franks and beans?… er… Burger and beans? Spoilt fer choice ain’t I?
Here is the first part of me Diary for today: Written in sad rhyme because I knew I would be housebound again today due to the ailments playing up – and not wanting to risk carrying me bags of laundry to the launderette and making the pain from me intersostal torn muscle any worse.
Thus I had the time to be a little creative in me blog of the day – and the concentrating helped keep the agony I was in at bay! (Haha).
I made another cuppa and stayed close to the porcelain in the bathroom. After making the above ode and planting it in the post – I called Big John to tell him I won’t be going to the launderette and to give my love to the girls there… he had the speaker on hands-free and I heard Grizelda laugh as she heard me talking. As long as that happens – me making someone laugh – I’m a happy Nottingham lad.
Did some Facebooking (5 hours) and crossed me fingers and used Coreldraw9 to try to make some graphics up.
Can’t concentrate for some reason.
Then the internet went down – all the lights were on go and okay – but no connection.
It came back on a few hours later – Phew!
Must remember tomorrow is me INR Warfarin level checks at the Queens Medical Centre.
Tired now – and I’ve done nowt really.
On checking before posting I realised what a mess I’d made of the graphic – too weary to bother sorting it now.
Pain, Rain, risky visits to the Porcelain, a dose of topical Cocaine…
I tried to get up to attend the urgent need to visit the porcelain – the pain from the ribs and knees ensured a painful battle to get there on time, and I was only just successful!
Made a cuppa and took me medications, gelled me ribs again.
Spent hours on graphics and posting to LOMM blog site.
Eventually pulled myself away from the laptop when I remembered me clinic appointment. Tsk!
Cleaned myself up and applied the creams gels and lotions and painfully went downstairs not looking forward to going out really with the hassle from the ribs and knees, but needs must.
Made sure I’d got me bus pass paperwork and samples for the clinic before I left.
As I left the flea-pit, the local pigeons Fatima and Fred came down with Suzie and Cyril to be fed – naturally I complied.
Half-way to the main road and both my hearing-aids packed up at the same time, not the batteries this time because they beep when they get low – or had I not heard the little bleepers?
No time to go back and check or de-coke them so I carried on and caught a bus to the clinic at the City Hospital – not concerned about it this time, its only a check to make sure the lesions on me ‘Inch’ have healed properly.
Straight in and was seen to in minutes by a young lady doctor who said she was going to give me an injection of something that had topical cocaine in it and was I or have I ever been addicted to cocaine before. I said I’m not addicted now thank you, apart from being addicted to the internet and I laughed, which was not a good idea because it hurt me torn intercostal muscles under me ribs like mad and she didn’t appreciate my humour. I could tell by the way her glare burnt through me glasses.
I caught a bus into town and pleased that the ‘Inch’ was given the all-clear I got me crossword book out and had a go at one. Now this I think took me concentration away and when I looked up and saw the bus was nearing Carrington I hobbled up and rang the bell, getting off of the bus walking along the road – and realised that I meant to stay on the bus into town to catch a Bulwell bus. Wotta plonker!
Still it gave me a chance for a walk into town and keep the knees working like – so I did.
The sky was looking a little unwelcoming as I set off into town.
I walked through the happily yobbo-free twitchel onto Mansfield Road near Lidl’s and plodded on.
No incidents en route. I decided to go into Victoria centre get some bread-thins from Tesco and up and out over the walk-over to take a photo of the traffic below as it started to rain.
In Bulwell, I must get some nasal spray from Boots, microwave sausages and blackcurrant/ice cream lollies if available from Fulton’s Foods.
Got to the walk-over and the rain had almost stopped.
Managed to get a half decent photographicalisation of the Nottinghamomian citizenry playing chicken with the buses at the junction of Upper Parliament Street and Milton Street again – as it seems is their want and passion despite the death and several accidents that have occurred at this junction lately.
I caught the 17 bus into Bulwell and found myself despite the ride being likened to being a navigator in the African Safari leg of a rally, falling asleep again. This seems to be happening a lot recently?
The usual accompaniment of passengers shouting down their mobiles and at the bawling apprentice-yob kids I still nearly nodded of a couple of time?
I got off the bus in Bulwell and walked a different route into the market place.
I went in the shop on the right in the picture to see if they had any gents socks at decent prices but they had none at all.
Then I called into Fulton’s Foods to find they had none of the items in stock that I required.
On my walk around to the Boots store I espied another piece of Nottingham Street Art left on a window sill.
I called into Farmfoods but they had none of the items I was looking for in stock either.
I made it to Boots as the rain came down rather persistently.
Not many folk about today, but still it is a Monday… yes it is a Monday. (Just checking like)
As I got me list of things I wanted out of me pocket I came across a note that I can’t remember writing to remind myself that on the 24th February I was to attend the ‘At Risk Residents meeting in St Johns church hall – and not to miss it!’ Huh! Not much I can do about that now.
I popped into B&M to see if they had any of the Curried beans or tinned goulash back in stock – they had neither.
Not one of more successful shopping trips today!
Fed the pigeons in the empty Market Place then went to the bus-station as the rain began to belt it down.
Got the bus back to Carrington.
The driver, Stirling Moss got me back to the flea-pit in record time – at the cost of me rib-pains.
Put me bits away and made a cuppa, laptop on (usual message about the wrong adapter – but the computer man who sold it to me say’s it’s the right adaptor?).
Facebooked and blogged a while.
Oh dear… I’ve just sneezed – the agony! Still yer don’t like to complain too much do yer. (Grobblebolts!).
I lay there trying to recall the dreams I’d had during the night, and I moved – just a tad – and the agony form the torn muscle was excruciating to say the least!
I know I should have expected it after yesterdays Whoopsiedangleplop in Derby – but degree of pain still shook me to the core.
I managed to get down and make a cuppa and somehow climb the stairs back up to the bathroom and laptop.
I took me medications with a cuppa. One good thing about this torn muscle torture is the bleeding haemorrhoids, Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, duodenal ulcer etc are not such a worry as usual. It replaced them. Hehe!
Took an extra pain-killer again, tended to me rear end cleaned and medicated the area, pain-gelled me knees hands and feet putting some on me ribs.
Well, I thought, today movement is definitely out of the question for me.
So took the opportunity to get to work on creating some Facebook and blog graphicalisationing.
Spent hours on it – and although Serif Draw x6 crashed, Coreldraw9 as yet has not played up – I may regret saying that later!
Well it happened an hour later, Coreldraw9 crashed – it would not let me close it althought it offered an option box and I selected ‘Close Coreldraw’.
Had to force close the laptop and then more problems when I tried to restart.
The usual incorrect power source message, pressed to bypass it using F1- when after a long time in loaded, messgaes telling me to click box to solve Windows computer problems.
A list came up and I sent the message – one of the problems sent was 94 Coreldraw stopped working ones – no solutions try again later came back.
Oh dear…
Tried Coreldraw again. I’d lost a lot of work I’d done – clabberknockshunts!
Restarted and it did it again – tried Serif and the same thing.
Really pee’d off now – pain and failure – huh gobblewockers and shangiblubber!.
Reet fed-up I got summat to eat.
Suddenly overcome with tiredness despite the niggling sharp pains every-time I cough sneeze breath in sharply pass wind/sneeze or move I’m going to take me medications and try to get me head down early.
I actually got some decent sleep in last night – and remembered some of the dreams too! (Still feel tired mind you).
Dream recollections:
I was doing my best to pull someone out from a quagmire in the dark of night – voices singing and music in the background as if it were in a film – the rain and lighting started – someone at the top of the ditch was urging me on to free and pass the bloke in the mud up to them – I shouted out that if they helped me it would be easier… they explained that they were not insured to get mud on their hands – I apologised.
Next moment I was in an operating theatre operating on George Osborne with Clive Danton the anaesthetist who kept breathing in from the mask and was merrily drunk on it, I attended to him as Osborne bled to death but would not die if you know what I mean… eventually I sobered Clivey up and we returned our attentions to Osborne… That’s all I can recall?
Thinking about it, perhaps the quagmire was a grave?
0400hrs: I arose painfully (Angina, torn muscle and haemorrhoids) and tended to the porcelain duties as demanded.
The pulled muscle in the ribs seemed less painful that of recent I’m glad to say.
Made a cuppa.
Started laptop (message about power supply box being too weak again).
Took me morning medications with another cuppa. Hoping to get out to Derby this morning for a wander around and a photographicalisationing session, so must cut down on the liquid intake.
Creating the header for this page and Coreldraw9 froze again – Tsk!
Part way down Mansfield Road on me way into Nottingham
Did me ablutionising and got ready for me walk to town and bus out to Derby.
Set off on me uneventful walk (hobble) into the City enter with few folks around although the odd bus that passed me by seemed well loaded with Nottinghomian shoplifters, pickpockets and other citizenry on there way to town.
Made me way to the Victoria bus-station and got on a Red Arrow Express bus into Derby.
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again – ‘I do love me free pensioners bus-pass! Oh yes…
I love me free pensioners bus-pass – oh yes!
Caught a Red Arrow bus – using me pensioners free bus-pass of course. It was quiete full considering there were not many people about on me hobble into town.
I enjoyed the none-stop ride and sun was a shining and nobody on the bus was swearing, then again it wasn’t a Nottingham City Transport bus so, and me hearing aids were playing up with me forgetting to de-wax them earlier, Huh!
They like the seeds and meal-worms
On arrival in Derby I wandered over to the river Derwent, only 200 yards or so from the back of the bus-station and fed the mallards and hundreds (It seemed) of pigeons.
Bless em.
I took two photos in between throwing them sufficient seed and meal-worms to keep them busy while I got me camera out.
Can you spot the mystery bird?
On the second shot which I thought was a decent one – there seems to be an unidentified bird that is perched on the bollard far left at the back? Is it a baby heron perhaps?
It showed no interest in the bread seed or meal-worms?
Or is it a white pigeon?
I wandered, avoiding a couple of mobility scooters on and over the road up to the Eagle Shopping Centre.
Called in the 99p shop to replenish me used pigeons seed stocks, but they had none in. So I walked on to the Pound Shop for some – and they had none in either?
Wandered around a while aimlessly (I’m quite adept at doing this nowadays).
Walked through the market – how terribly sad it looks today – so many closed down units.
This photo warmed the cockles of my heart – can you see why?
But the picture I took inside actually cheered me up a bit when I got to look at it later.
I noticed the old lady and gent walking down towards the exit doors and they were holding hands – nice that I thought, so nice.
Even if they were only holding hands to help each other avoid falling over it brought a warm glow to me.
Soft? Me? – yes… yer right!
Wigs and noses combinations in Derby shop window?
I walked back through the centre taking a different route to another exit and came across a shop that catered for parties fancy dress that sort of thing – and in the window I espied these er… things.
Wigs with noses?
I think they might represent some TV characters of today?
The shop was certainly busier than many others so they must have hit the button with what todays ankle-snappers are into.
Ladies watches at £5 each in Derby’s Intu Eagle Centre
I spotted a stall selling cheapo watches – £5 each and took a photo of some of the ladies ones to post for the TFZ gals. I was impressed with the choices on sale – I wonder where they were made at that price? Mind you – do they work? Hehe.
The angina was beginning to play up now so I hobbled towards the exit doors and out into the street – and Whoopsidangleplop!
I caught the edge of the pavement wrong and fell into a chair outside a cafe catching me torn muscle ribs. Oh the pain!
I can only blame myself cause I was trying to rush to get to the toilets in the bus station as I’d just passed wind and felt the warm blood… Tsk!
After a little swearing and someone asking if I alright, I thanked them and made me way yo the toilets – of course I hadn’t got a 20p piece on me – so called in the shop in the bus-station and bought a bar of chocolate or something and got myself back to the WCs post haste – luckily I had what was required to tend to the bleeding in my bag – I usually carry a kit just in case.
A Y5 leaves Derby bus-station
All refreshed and not feeling any pain from the haemorrhoids at all, thanks to the extreme overpowering pain from me ribs (Everything has an upside don’t it hehe!).
I caught a bus back to Nottingham that took the long route through the villages and enjoyed the journey.
St Michaels Church Borrowash
In Borrowash as the bus stopped I got a decent picture of St Michaels Church.
This is where a feller carrying a folding bike got on and walked to the back of the bus to find a seat. Then twenty seconds later got up rang the bell and got off at the next stop?
I must have nodded off three times after this and luckily woke as the bus was emptying at its destination, Friar Lane in Nottingham.
I popped into the Poundland shop and they had some bird-seed in, but could only risk carrying one bag so as not to irritate the torn muscle in me ribs (Again).
I walked through the slab-square and up King Street called in the public WC and then on to the bus-stop for a Carrington bus. I managed to stay awake on this short journey, the ribs still painful.
Fatima and Fred greeted my return to the flea-pit
Got off the bus and called in the Co-op for some bread thins. Being as I could not find any in Derby.
Got back to the flea-pit and Fatima and Fred came down to be fed.
I put a load of unsolicited mail into the bin.
I don’t know why, but I took a photograph of the sky from outside the front door.
Mind you, it did look pretty, and I appreciated the lack of yobs in it too.
I made a flask up and got started on this diary.
Coreldraw9 didn’t let me down this time, but Serif Draw x6 froze.
Tsk!
After I’d tended to me rear problems then applied some extra pain-gel to me ribs, I did a bit of Facebooking.
Beefburgers on bread thins tonight methinks.
Took me evening medications with one extra painkiller and put some smooth jazz on to listen to through me headphones while on the laptop.
The pain from the damaged muscle under the ribs are now making it difficult to get to sleep. Tut!
A lousy night last night – didn’t nod of until around 0400hrs then kept waking up every few minutes. Remember looking at time at 0630hrs then drifted off – the mobile rang it was Sister Jane – apparently I’d called her a few minutes before?
We had a natter, she’s feeling better so that’s good.
Drifted off again and didn’t wake up until about 1130hrs.
Got myself beautified took me midday medications (Far too late for me morning ones).
Seems me innards are on the turn again, this time into not wanting to evacuate – spent yonks on the porcelain to no avail – the message from me innards told me I needed to go, but nothing happened.
The pulled muscle seems no worse today so things improving there, Anne Gyna not bad at all, ulcer perfick, Arthur Itis okayish, haemorrhoids no bleeding but stinging a tad and reflux valve sticking a bit again.
Received INR results and dosages, 2.6 so going in the right direction now.
Fred and Fatima this morning
Got the stuff sorted and nibbles into a carrier bag for the Nottingham Hospice charity shop.
Set off, feeding Fred and Fatima on the way out of the house.
Very windy again, but not cold with it at all.
Noticed hoodies lurking in ST Johns churchyard up to no good I’ll be bound.
Nottingham Street Art – one
Bit of Nottingham Street Art on the corner of Church Drive.
No many folk around for a Friday.
Up the hill passing the cordoned off by police St Johns church community centre that was burgled last night – I considered taking a photo of it, but the comminatory look the police officer gave me ensured that I forgot the idea in a flash.
To Sherwood along Mansfield Road
Up onto Mansfield road and down the hill into Sherwood.
The sky was bright, the people few, and down to use the local library loo!
Facing back towards Carrington from outside the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop
Unfortunately it was closed due to vandalism and I had to suffer. Then up to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop where I gave them me bits and their nibbles.
I called at the Continental food shop and got a loaf of bread and two slices of their mixed seasoned belly pork.
Arthur Itis started to play up a bit and as I left the shop I was concerned about finding a loo rather urgently.
I noticed that there were three disability scooters were outside the pub today.
Notice I was keeping on the other side of the road to avoid the possibility of the drunken scooter drivers running into me in the event of their staggering out well sloshed like.
Onwards up the hill and on the corner of Mapperley Street more new Nottingham street Art in the form of a rather pathetically unskilled bit of graffiti spray painted on the wall that the Restaurant owner had re-plastered and painted a month or so ago.
I do dislike this so called Street Art and the antisocial apprentice yobs and nerks that do it.
Up the hill and a walk through the side streets coming across this sign that had been torn down a lamp post and had a bracket broken off it – and some writing (Presumably thought witty back the perpetrator/author) had been added in marker pen at the bottom of the sign.
But I could not make out what it was supposed to say.
More Nottingham Street Art?
Hastened me pace and got back to the dump in time to get to the porcelain – success this time.
Made a cuppa, made some sandwiches of the belly pork and got a mini pork pie with pickle out of the fridge.
Started the laptop and watched a DVD while eating me nosh.
Life of Riley or what eh?
Doing me header for this Diary Coreldraw didn’t play-up freeze or give me any bother at all?
Then when I restarted it to do some stuff for the TFZ page it froze repeatedly?
