Monday 4th April 2015
What a good sleep – got up when I sprang awake at… 1010hrs!
I reckon I got six hours in. Vague memories of me dreams but nowt in detail. Tsk!
WC’d – then went to make a flask of tea – but found the flask leaking – oh dear!
Made a mug and a pot of porridge.
Laptop on and set about doing me LOMM entries for last week like.
I’ll have to get out and buy another flask – and call at the shop in Victoria Centre to get a prod-pen thingy to use with me new phone soon.
Feeling nervous again for some reason today.
Washed, titivated, medicated missen and set off to the bus-stop with me free-pensioners bus-pass. Being Bank Holiday there were few people about and the buses were running less often.
As I walked to Mansfield Road (with no pigeons coming down – probably because I was later than I usual?), down Church Drive, the beauty of the scenery caught me eye, and I put down me bag to take as best a shot of it as I could.
On to the end of the road and then went back to collect me bag what I’d left on the pavement. Tsk!
At the bus-stop I was about to take a photo of the beautiful skyline and realised here I was on a main arterial Mansfield Road and there was no traffic to be seen – not even a pavement cyclist! I turned the camera onto the road to catch this phenomenon in the warm sunshine.
Moments later I took another photo as the obviously held up traffic came over the hill.
There was quite a wait for the bus – not that it mattered to me – I got up so late today – and with finding so many things I’d lost or misplaced I knew things were not boding well and resigned myself to waiting while whistling away to myself.
A lady came to the bus-stop and I greeted her with “Good morning, nice weather for the Bank Holiday” – She gave me a look that made me wither, tuned up her nose and tutted?
I thought “Oh dear”.
It was fun cramming together on the over-full bus, but at least the driver left no-one behind.
As I was spewed out of the bus by the overzealous passengers in a hurry I caught my composure, avoided being hit by a burk of a Pavement Cyclist and went into Victoria Centre to go to the MansWorld shop to see if they had one of those pen-swipe multitool gizmos in stock.
I got one and a USB Charge & Sync cable – why I got the USB Charge & Sync Cable I have yet to find out – it seemed a good idea at the time. But why?
Not only was I amazed to see so many customers fraternising the stall, but the fact that they had 5… yes 5 members of staff on duty surprised me muchly?
I really must try one of their fruit drinks one day.
They looked well ensconced of the floor with their i-pods?, food and drinks.
Well laid back they reminded me of the Hippies of old, bless em.
Down through the store to the bottom level of the store and started searching for the thermometers.
Perhaps a good 15 minutes later I found a member of staff to ask the locations of them and she kindly led me to where they were situated.
In the old days Bank Holidays were for relaxing and recuperating.
Nowadays it’s the shoppers delight – me included.
Mind you, if I hadn’t lost me thermometer and storage drive and broke me flask I wouldn’t be here.
The second cheapest (the one I bought) was Thermos brand made in China – but then they were all made in China.
I’m hoping this £20 one will last longer than the £8.99 one made in Italy did – which was about 3 months before it broke inside – I can’t remember dropping it?
I thought how clinical and characterless they had made it look.
Drab, lifeless despite the many Nottingham shoplifters… I mean
Nottingham Shoppers there were about.
The skateboarder were out in number here.
These are actually mobile phones in a store window.
Loved the owl one with the buttons on the outside they were second hand but I could not see any prices on them?
Down to the bus-stop and joined the marathon queue and waited patiently for the bus to arrive, while listening to he others in the queue gossip away.
I hope the girl in the leather jeans who was speaking to a lanky youth with acne and a girl with her ear rings in her lips managed to persuade her parent to get her the ISO 8 she desired. Whatever ISO 8 is like?
These have real character and great design features – I wondered when the council would be getting around to pulling them down too?
The bus came and somehow we all crammed into it and I was soon back in Carrington – and the yobs were lurking and drinking on the seats in the twitchell again.
So I walked the long way around back to the flea-pit.
Set about preparing me nosh fer the night.
A Beef pastie slice, tomatoes, garden peas, cooked beetroots and the best of the lot – seasoned herb small potatoes in olive oil. Followed with a vanilla mousse, Strawberry & vanilla ice-cream pot, a blackcurrant ice-cream lolly and a Cox’s apple!
By gum, I enjoyed this.
Fell into ‘A grumpy old man’ sleep afterwards for a couple of hours.
Tried the new thermometer – 34.2c
Laptop on, and took me medications later than planned – the new flask seemed to keep me tea warm enough.
Finished this Diary off – despite of me shaking then cramp ridden hands.
At 2230hrs I was determined to get some sleep in.
0215hrs, still determined to get some sleep in…
0255hrs, still determined to get some sleep in…