Friday 10th April 2015
While nibbling away I remembered remembering “Well I’m bound to remember that dream” earlier. But could not remember it – so galling innit!
Medicationalised missen then on the laptop and at the ‘When will Coreldraw9 freeze today’ stage.
No solutions to this problem in sight – Tsk!
Meeting brother-in-law Pete at 1230hrs in town at his bus-stop, then going to the NHS Treatment Centre with him to have his mole removed.
The weather was nice and warm.
For some reason it was ages before a bus arrived – when it did it was like getting into a tin of sardines!
I had to stand in the narrow bit near the luggage thingy – and at every stop there was someone getting on and off – and every one had to squash by me, thus causing the boil-on-me-bum great pain! Tsk!
Got into town and met Pete, who seemed a tad preoccupied. We caught the bus out to the Queens Medical Centre and walked through to the rear and the Treatment Centre.
To the ‘G’ station top floor and Pete logged in and we had a farcical chin-wag (Us both being hard of hearing like).
Pete was called in and I got me book out to read and waited until he was released.
He seemed happy with how it went – said a Chinese chappy had done the cutting out of his mole and seemed to think it went well – also Pete mentioned the red patches that were appearing on this face and the Doc gave him a prescription to have filled on site.
Good that I thought.
We walked to the Chemists place and put in Pete’s prescription. While we were waiting a lady with a child handed in a prescription and the lady asked if she had any allergies… It took the woman ages to list them off, she must have told of about 8 at least… poor thing.
Pete gave me a look at his back and the plaster was already falling off of the wound where they had removed his mole. I pressed it back on best I could.
We poddled (Still chin-wagging of course) to the bus-stop and it was ages and ages until one came.
Took a posed photograph of Pete as he was getting a bit irked at not being able to get back to Jane as soon as he would have liked to. I think he forced a smile.
Me looking in my usual cheery ebullient happy-go-lucky upbeat self.
Then it rained for all of 30 seconds and stopped.
We caught the Airport bus back into Nottingham and dropped-off in Friar Lane.
Said farewells to Pete who wanted to rush back off to Jane and left me as I crossed over to and through the Slab Square.
I thought best not to take a photo of these kids, because someone might get the wrong end of the stick like… yer know?
In front of the Council House on the pedestrianised area were apprentice yobs doing wheelies on their bikes – the CPO’s doing nothing about it – yet last week when I sheltered from the rain they moved me back into the rain on so I didn’t block the entrance for the wedding guests… Didn’t bother me mind… I had a word with them…
Walked up through Trinity Square onto Mansfield Road and further examples of the Nottingham (Sod the pedestrians) Cyclists were discovered.
But they don’t bovver me like…
Although I felt tired, I was in fine form as I hastily hobbled up the road.
I reckon Arthur Itis was giving me a nice break today.
Anne Gyna too!
Half way up the hill and the roadworks had caused the usual chaos with the traffic.
On this stretch of Mansfield Road one can get a variety of pongs that are maybe not available elsewhere yer know… The different brewery smells, the pizza, beefburger, Turkish foods, Chinese foods, wonderful smells from the ‘Tings Caribbean’ store, The Plava Laguna aromas, the Umar Kayyam restaurants smell of grease, Chez Cors noshery, Jalisco Eatery, Daylan Turkish Cuisine, The Uni Take-away, The Lobster Pot etc.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist threatening on the way up the hill. Tsk!
Totally oblivious he rides along hand on hips.
I walked up and over the brow of the hill and down towards Gregory Boulevard.
Further on, a mere few hundred yards and what do I find?
Yes, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
As he gets his head down and doesn’t even look where he’s racing to?
I did try shouting at this Herbert, but it made no difference he plodded on – I rather hoped he’s slip off the kerb and get crushed by the bus – but then felt rather guilty.
As I walked limpingly now through Carrington to the twitchel – I espied the Chinese Takeaway was open – so I treated missen to a Vegetables in bean sauce and a bag of chips – then hastened back to the flea-pit made a cuppa and enjoyed eating this delightful concoction with relish and me medications.
WC’d no bleeding.
Fell asleep… ahh!