Tuesday 5th April 2015
Gone 0500hrs before I got off to kip.
Stirred at 0645hrs mainly because I could recall details of one of me dreams and wanted to get em down quick before they disappeared:
I was in an empty shop on Hyson Green – I was sleeping rough on the floor… a voice was talking to me and advised the unit was used by the Army Cadets and best to introduce myself to them as a Captain or above when they arrive. I seemed young and smartly dressed?.
Four lads arrived and I got up brushed myself down and refusing to lie – told told them my name number and rank of Private.
We all milled around talking of actual events from my past.
They seemed interested… The voice kept talking almost like a narrator? Things from 60 years ago seemed so fresh and alive as we talked about them – it felt to me like the lads were there with me.
A door appeared on the wall and we were all ushered through by a woman. In that room there was a kitchen just like the one I had in 1950, enamel sink, Dads shaving mug and cut-throat razors with strap (No bathrooms then yer know) – but different people gathered. Mother even put in an appearance and gave us a lecture on how to avoid the police? One of the lads was telling me about a new weapon system he was being trained to use – then great disappointment as I found myself back in what I thought was reality and in a giant gift shop getting pressies for every one I know it seemed – I can recall getting a Crossword book for Lynton Cox, an LP for his son John, A giant Rose for Rachel Carerra, a tandem bike for Shirley Blamey, a Guinea pig for Gaz Hoadley, a guitar for Marissa Bergen… there seemed like hundreds of others too?
Then the alarm went off.
Took me medications and got this bit of the diary down.
Got the laundry stuff ready and had a wash and brush-up.
Took this photo – but can’t remember why?… oh yes I can, it was supposed to be of a Nottingham PAvement Cyclist but she was too quick fer me. Tsk!
BJ was late this morning. But we had a good natter with Mandy when he arrived.
Still not feeling to bright.
We notice three Nottingham motorists on their mobile phones on the short journey to the supermarket.
BJ was not amused!
As we approached the traffic lights on Gregory Boulevard/Radford Road we waited to turn right ant sight of the trees being blown so hard in the wind made me take a photo of them, although the wind is not obvious there was plenty of it about this morning.
BJ was livid when a youth on a motorbike drove across against the lights and through the traffic – a lucky young rascal indeed – not the words BJ used to describe him though!
At Asda I again spent too much. I got a spare flask cause they were dead cheap like there – £3.99 for a litre one.
Took us a while to through the checkouts get.
BJ ran me back home.
WD’d and made a flask of strong tea for later on.
Lack of sleep catching up with me I suppose?
Hey-ho, took me medications and gotme nosh ready for later – but but decided to have it straight away.
Ate it up followed by an iced lolly and tub of mandarins.
Started updating this diary and sneezing a lot now – Huh!
Too tired to do owt now – drained and faeege…fateg… fatiged… Tired.