Friday 1st May 2015
The sky looked daunting this morning.
WC’d – no bleeding from the hemorrhoids, but the lesion in me Inch was dribbling blood and very tender and the boil was annoyed when I cleaned meself up and caught it!
Took me temperature 31.1c – Forgot to do me BP tests – Tsk!
Went down and made a flask of tea.
Pulled the bins out for collection.
Took me medications and applied me creams.
0745hrs: Laptop on and started this diary. Opened Coreldraw to do the header for it.
0834hrs Got the header done and on. Coreldraw9 froze on me and I had to start again – Huh!
The weather had brightened up.
Again some amazing patterns in the clouds this afternoon as I left the bomb-site.
I called in the Co-op on me way and got some bread-Thins and Jam Doughnuts.
This one with his back-pack was particularly dangerous due to the speed he was belting along at I thought.
No sooner had I belatedly took a photo of the animal and a few hundred yards further on another one came belting passed me swerving all over the pavement en-route.
About half way up the hill and as I stopped to take a photo of the trees in the Rock cemetery from the other side of the road, I gave such a sneeze – and this shook even me – that one of me hearing-aids fell out.
Painfully I bent down to retrieve it.
The immature yob-hoody lookalike who was obviously so tough he was too scared to cycle on the road was gong all over the place – a straight line was not in his vocabulary today.
Maybe he thought he was on the road?
Who knows eh!
Up to the top of the hill and down into town.
When I reached the junction with Woodborough road I kept me camera in me hand, a this is a regular spot for the inconsiderate unconcerned nonchalant nasty nihilistic Nottingham Pavement Cyclists to appear on me walks into town.
Today though it was one of the Councils electric powered mini-street-cleaners that nearly hit someone (Not me, the bloke in the picture – who was not pleased at all).
I managed to get through unmolested to the back of the Council House.
Slipped some seeds to the dicky-birds.
As I passed some people on the Coffee Shop seating I realised that they were all drinking out of giant size mugs and didn’t seem to be enjoying the drinks really.
I wondered if it was addictive qualities of coffee that make folk pay £3 a mug like and still not be happy?
I was so deep in me memories that I nearly walked into a tree – luckily nowadays me rate of knots was slow I managed to avoid this at the last second. Huh!
I crossed the road and went down Bridlesmith Gate.
I did notice a shop selling ladies shoes had a special offer on some of them… ‘Save 40% on the latest design footwear’ the sign indicated.
On a closer inspection I saw the ladies could get a pair of crocodile high heel boots for only £299 in the Sale – £299?
Crickey and blimey!
All the retail units that used to be their now closed down.
Worse still, the wonderful Drury Hill this medieval street was destroyed to make way for this doomed shopping mall – a crime if ever there was one by the Nottingham City Council the Banks and the nihilists in charge at the time!
They should be brought back to life and flogged!
I went in and had a look around the 99p shop. I got a microwave dish and some bikkies for the nurses amongst other bits.
I walked down and through the pathetic centre.
A stall was selling mobile phone accessories and I asked if they had any for the Nokia Lumia – he did at £9.99 – which was much better than the £25 they wanted at the EE shop, so I got one.
Plenty of street musicians and entertainers around this area – Muslims pushing the Koran and trying to convert peoples, Christians pushing the Bible and trying to convert people, Opinion surveyors stopping people (Mind you, they see me hobbling along and never seem to bother me?).
No CPOs around today – the cut-backs I suppose.
Around passed Primark and up Clumber Street – right and up onto the Walk-over to take a photograph from a different angle of the traffic.
I carried on over into the Victoria Centre and had a gander around the market – gad it is so sad there nowadays. Closed stalls, un-fresh produce at high prices with owners who are likely to cut yer fingers off if you have the cheek to even look like your about to touch ‘Their’ fruit and veg on display, which is not the fruit or veg you get served with, they come from behind and under the counter of course.
I limped on in some discomfort now – the knees have join the ankles in a mutual effort to make Inchcock hurt. Hehehe!
I went into Tesco – and what a mistaka -to-maka!
I spent a small fortune.
So, along with the bread and doughnuts from the Co-op earlier, I’d got cooked sliced beetroot, Japanese Rice nibbles, Pork Loin, Chicken Sausages, New Potatoes in herbs and butter, Cox’s apples, tomatoes and a much lighter wallet.
Poor thing seemed confused.
I hope it finds its way out safely?
I departed and walked up to Trinity Square.
There were many more fold about there today,but none of them seemed very happy.
Pearls in reality as the girls on TFZ are also Pearls in reality.
I poddled down and caught a bus back to Carrington. (Long live the Free Pensioners Bus-pass!).
Got back and WC’d, applied some more cream on me lesion.
Oh how I dined!
Strong Amsterdam Cheese – 8/10
Tesco Vine Tomatoes Dutch – 8/10
Tesco Sweet Beetroot shredded – 7/10
Rocket – 8/10
Polish Chicken Sausage – 9/10
Co-op Bread Thins – 6/10
Cox’s Apple (Tesco) – 10/10
Co-op Jam Doughnut – 7/10
Marvellous, and I watched a DVD ‘A good Day to Die Hard’ while I ate it – I bet the Queen didn’t?
The Polish cooked chicken sausage was excellent.
Woke up three hours later disorientated and wondering what time and day it was.
Laptop on and updated this diary – during which a nasty dizzy spell visited me.
Took me ages to get this done.
Take care all and thanks fer reading.