Friday 3^rd April 2015

Struggled to get to sleep again.

Dream recollections:

I was working as an industrial cleaner at Carter’s Drinks (Which I actually did 19 70 > 1980): I seemed to forget where things were located and was frantic as I searched for floor scrubber, cleaning rags, breathing masks, pulleys etc everything I needed – the factory seemed larger and newer the layout changed the people different – had to climb railings high up on the walls?…

Out in the wild countryside next: Flat field country lanes yet hills all surrounding me, driving around searching for something or someone, again frantic in my determination to find whatever it was – My attire seemed to be a camouflaged army denim outfit but with me pyjama bottoms on, no gaiters but with issue boots without socks – a nagging unrecognised voice chaffing away in the background chastising my failed efforts and telling me how pathetic I was… Just what I didn’t need that!

Then I found missen failing to climb out of a quagmire of mud up though coffins, graves, headstones, trees overgrowth and could only get my head and shoulders above ground and each time I did I fell back into the mire…

I reckon this was an early morning dream because I could remember many bits of it.

Made notes of it and went to make a cuppa – WC’d, no blood! Laptop on Coreldraw9 froze and I was back to feeling frustrated. Tsk and Tut!

Took the morning medications.

Set alarm to remind myself of the Iceland arrival twixt 0900 > 1100hrs.

Managed to get the graphics done for this post, despite Serif and Coreldraw9!

Spit and polished myself and went down to await the delivery.

The Iceland driver told told me there was no paperwork so if anything short damaged or overcharged to ring the Arnold branch, but not for 24 hours as the police will be on site for that length of time. Last night the shop had had an armed robbery and everything was upside down. They had to make the order up from the Hucknall store. I could tell something was different by the mouldy satsumas, crushed beef slices squashed kitchen towels and out of date bananas I received.

Read about it on the news site, thankfully no one was physically hurt during the raid by the three cowardly gits who scared the staff. Makes my blood boil this – and even if they catch the vermin – what will happen? A slap on the wrist? Grrr!

Set off to the bus stop – no pigeons, too wet for em perhaps?

Down to Hucknall Road and caught a Three bus into Mansfield. Goes through the villages this one so settled and sat down with me camera in hand hoping to get some interesting photographicalisations en-route.

When we went through Hucknall Front Street I just missed getting a photo of two chaps having a set-too outside the bank, but they both ran off?

I did catch one of those naughty pavement cyclists though as he weaved at a good pace between the pedestrians, who by the time I’d focussed and aimed had magically disappeared?

The rain persisted and when we got to the Hucknall Market stop the weather prevented me from taking a photo of it.

We left Hucknall and at the next stop I saw some horses in a field, in their coats and near the hedge – I thought the rains not so bad now, I’ll see if I can get a shot of them for the TFZ gals… But a chap got on the bus and sat next to me – big chap… very big chap – squashed me up so I couldn’t move and even started to impede me blood flow.

Thankfully he got off a few stops later – what a relief!

Had to fight against nodding off as the bus got warm and the seat comfy despite me piles stinging.

Arrived at Mansfield Bus Station, not many folks about, no fights, no screaming kids, no families arguing, no threatening yobboes… it was a bit unnerving in itself that.

How I appreciate the free pensioners bus-pass!

As I left the end of the station to take the under-pass towards the B&M store, a bus driver was checking on the damage he’s caused when his but had hit a BMW – the front bumper I reckon would need replacing. The BMW driver was very cool and calm when the bus-driver started taking photographs of the damage – presumably as evidence in the event of an over-claim?

I plodded down through the flooded under-pass and into the B&M store – where I got some Burton’s Fish and Chips snacks at £1 a pack (3 packets of 5… Hehehe!). Tesco and Asda £1.59!

Then I popped into the Poundstretcher store next door and had a poddle around.

I risked getting two small jars of Beetroot at 49p each – and when I tried some later found them to be nice and soft and sweet – wish I’d bought more now Tsk!

Took me midday medications.

Back to the bus-station and caught a Pronto bus back into Nottingham. This one takes the direct route.

The weather became rather fearsome as we left Mansfield, vicious rain – not that it stopped the driver Stirling Moss like.

I ate me mini-pork and pickle pork pie and packet of seaweed, took a photo of the rain hitting the front of the bus and fell asleep… Tsk!

shower

When I woke up, we were about ten miles further on driving on the dual carriageway neat Hucknall – I took a photo of the traffic in the driving rain – glad to be inside and not outside of the bus at that time.

Again I drifted off into slumber.

I only just woke in time to drop off at me bus-stop in Carrington.

Th rain had now abated somewhat and was only a light  and the winds had dropped as alighted the bus and crossed over Mansfield Road pelican lights back to the flea-pit.

Made use of the porcelain (No blood – hurrah!) and put me bits away.

Made some ham sandwiches on bread thins, with some of the pickled beetroot and tomatoes I’d purchased and microwaved a box of French Fries. Overdid em a bit, but I like me chips crispy, browned and solid as a rock. 

Took me medications.

Watched a BBC episode of Hustle then promptly fell asleep. (Again? Getting worried about this now.)

Woke up a couple of hours later disorientated and nearly took me evening medications again. Huh!

Don’t expect to get much sleep in tonight with all me little old man doses wot I’ve had today.

Did some Facebooking and blogging.

… Still here at 0130hrs trying to get to sleep… Humph!