Friday 17th April 2015
Still, I reckon I got in a good 7 hours kip last night/this morning.
Made a cuppa and some porridge and took me medications ASAP.
Spilled me tea – swore got scolded on me ankle and went down stairs to make another cuppa – in fact I made a flask of tea this time.
I found some scribbled notes that I had apparently written in an effort to recall the dreams I’d been having? Had to read them with and very few actual memories of the dreams remaining in my befuddled brain, but here’s the gist of it from the notes wot I had wrote like.
I was running in the countryside, had to get somewhere urgently – came to some houses and ran into the garden – car in the driveway – man and woman came out – I realised I was naked, grabbed a giant nappy and wrapped it around myself – (Can’t read this bit) – pushing the car to get it to start with man and woman inside it, engine fired and they would not let me get in and drove off – Running again on road now caught up with a flat-back Ford Thames lorry stopped at a road junction in village, tried to climb in the back of it – People I felt I knew kept throwing me off the lorry, each time I bounced on giant sponge cake back up into the back of the lorry to be ejected again, this seemed to go on for hours? – A man said something to the others and a tall man with a beard got out a gun and shot me in the head – I floated above the listening to them talking (Can’t recall what they said) for a while and then I found myself on the sea-bed as a shrimp and was eaten by a an eel or snake. That’s all…
I cannot really recall making these notes – odd innit?
Did a bit of Facebooking and as I did, felt the warm wet sensation of the bleeding haemorrhoids.
Got up and cleaned myself, noticed more new spots on me legs and arms. Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna were both being kind to me. The coughing continues. The growth on me back remains painful when touched. The reflux valve is not playing up at all yet. Despite me ailment being easier, I have a feeling of apprehension again?
Took me BP and Temp using me new machines: BP: Sys 145 Dys 78 Pulse 83 Temp. 33.3c (91.94f) still no idea what they should all be? I’ll call in the chemists (If I remember) on me walk to the tram later and ask them.
Got missen cleaned up and polished and got the things ready for me walk into town and tram-ride to Hucknall.
Set off, remembering to call at the Chemists to ask the Pharmacist about me BP and Temper readings. She muttered something about not easy, can’t define then said they’ll do.
I thanked her and left.
A sturdy couple of Asians, man and wife were braving the weather and having a stroll through with the lady ten paces behind. I thought that’s nice them getting out like that.
I hobbled on, still feeling a tad confused with everything about and around me? Maybe today is the day I lose it? Hehe
Remembered to swipe me pensioners free bus-pass before boarding the very full tram.
Got into Hucknall and took me life in my hands by following the red painted pedestrian priority route through the massive car park – had to manoeuvre around cars en route to the exit.
No Marmite breadsticks in stock, but I did get some Marmite crisps, and Burtons Fish & Chip salt & vinegar biscuits and Lemon Curd pots though.
One of my hearing aids packed up and that made the conversation with the lady on the till a little farcical.
On me hobble back to the tram terminus I had a bit of a nasty dizzy. But it cleared okay.
Got to the tram platform and swiped me card then noticed a Nottinghomian lady taking notice of all the Danger and Warning signs as she almost fell off the platform so deep into reading her free newspaper, she crossed over the line doing this. No jumper on in the wind either, sturdy gal.
In the distance was the tram arriving, at least when I took the photograph – having posted it on here I can’t see it? ‘The Ghost Tram?’
A lot of folk got on the tram and it was standing room only for some – the music echoing from the youngsters machines, the kids screaming balling and mock-crying, the parent in a world of their own on their mobiles. I just sat there and passed wind – involuntarily mind!
I dropped off at Bulwell tram station and took a photo of a tram going in the opposite direction into Hucknall – from behind the Mobile CCTV monitoring van that Group 4 and Derby Security run for the council.
They caught a bloke having a go at the tram driver – they didn’t actually do anything about it though.
My old instincts kicked in from me Security days and I foolishly went over onto the platform to assess the situation, by then the tram had left and the man had gone? I inquired of the lady in the pink coat of what had occurred and it seems it was a bit of fun between the driver and an off-duty driver. Good job too.
Surprisingly these still fresh looking chips had not been eaten by the ducks, pigeons or even the sea-gulls!
Doesn’t say a lot for the take-away food shops in Bulwell does it?
Pavement pedestrians were rife again around here.
If I tried to take a photo of them all me batteries would have ran out – Tsk!
I was going to take a walk around the back road and back into the bus-station but an altercation taking place between some lads outside the pub made me change me mind, and I caught a bus there and then back to Carrington.
Dropped off on Hucknall Road and to the flea-pit – to find a letter from the postman telling me they had tried to deliver a parcel and they had left it at the local Hucknall Road Post Office for me to collect.
I couldn’t think of any Post office on Hucknall Road so looked it up on the web.
Map on the right is where it is.
It is a pressie for me from Shirley Blamey and Mike Steeden – and will not be easy for me to carry that distance – Local?
Bloody hell what a trek in my condition to carry that back home.
No I’ll never manage that. I’ll have to go begging again to Big John for a lift – gawd how embarrassing. I’ll give him a ring tomorrow and ask him.
WC’d put some cream on me growth in me shoulder and took me medications.
Had some pickled beetroot with it. It looked delicious…
Well the beans and beetroot were nice – as for the spare-ribs – Eurgh!. Fatty and tasteless, bland.
Won’t be trying them again in a hurry I can tell yers. Huh!
Remember the name: RibWorld – and avoid it to avoid disappointment!
Woke an hour or so later – still passing wind involuntarily – Updated this diary.
Did some Facebooking.
No signs of drifting off yet… Tsk!