Tuesday 26th May 2015
Up at 0525hrs. Down and started laptop
Photo’d the sky on the way down.
Thought through the days designs.
I’ll skip the launderette today, because yesterday being a Bank Holiday I couldn’t get an appointment at the GP to have me INR Warfarin level checks done, so will have to go to the Queens Medical Centre haematology department today to have it done.
I wanted to set up the shredder and get sorting some paperwork out today, also to get some stuff off to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
Missed call from BJ on mobile last night – but with me collapsing and falling asleep? I’ll call him back later at a reasonable time. He was probably calling to see if I was still going to the launderette?
I rang BJ back and explained thing and he said he could not get to take any bags for me until Thursday, and then not for certain. Told him I appreciate his circumstances and thanked him for his help.
Set off on me walk into town with me bus-pass and list of things to do and get.
I called in the launderette and had a natter with BJ as he did his washing.
Then set off on me walk into Nottingham City Centre.
I plodded on, feeling a bit better thinking it’s about time I had a decent walk.
Soon as I got me camera out they started to move a bit.
I called in the Victoria bus-station and got a time-table for the 141 service to Mansfield – hoping I can find time to use it soon.
As I came out of the centre the two old Post-boxes caught me eye and I wondered how long it would be before they are replaced.
A bit of Olde England there I thought.
I caught a bus to the Queens Medical Centre, the Y36 ran by a private company. They have bought all Mercedes Benz buses.
There was a good sized queue for the haematology department, so I took a ticket and sat down and got me Dunkirk book out to read. Then changed to reading the free Metro newspaper, where I came across an interesting article about City Cycling… It seems they are to spend £6m on widening the cycling lanes and introducing more of them!
Got seen to by the nice new nurse in the blood room and gave her their nibbles and said me cheerios – no time for a natter as they were busy.
Caught a bus to Bulwell in search of me curried beans.
Got into Bulwell and called at the Fulton’s store, but they had no curried beans or microwave sausages either Huh!
So I caught a bus to Arnold… well Arnold eventually that was. It went all over the place – not that it mattered apart from I was not going to get me shredding done later, but it was a nice ride.
Got to Arnold and went in the Fultons Store there.
They didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.
I got some milk and cheese though – but after standing at the checkout for ages with no staff appearing I dropped the basket where I as and left.
I went over to Iceland and guess what?… They didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.
I did get a couple of bits, milk, tomatoes and Bertolli Original Olive oil spread – but no curried beans or microwave sausages.
Caught a bus back to town, believe it or not when I saw it I thought ‘Hello, this bus is in a state. When it moved off the engine didn’t sound very good to me, and it was loaded with Nottinghamians with mobiles and ankle-snappers.
First time on that bus for me – What a route it took as well: Arnold, Oxclose Lane through the Bestwood Estate, Chippenham across to Beckhampton through Rise Park to the shopping centre – and that’s where it happened… the smoke from the engine accompanied by the fumes and the driver had us abandoned the bus and wait for the next one in 15 minutes.
The woman next to me got my sympathy cause it was a cold wind blowing and we were at the top of a hill while we waited for the bus to arrive.
We passed the shop I used to manage for the NCS years ago, sadly all closed up and for sale now (Right).
My mind went back to the good and bad times I had there.
There I was, a 14 year old ankle-snapper full of hopes aspirations and good intentions starting off on me chosen career… and I loved the job as well!
Odd, but I felt I didn’t belong or fit-in the photograph I took?
The blue blow-up things you can see in the slab square are mini-tennis areas using soft balls.
I knew they were not using proper tennis balls as soon as I put me camera back in me pocket and one of the balls clouted me on the back of me head. Hehehe, could this only happen to me?
The letters page had this on the right in it.
So glad to see others want the death penalty bringing back for Pavement Cycling!
Arrived in Carrington and nipped into the Co-op to find that they didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.
Fed the pigeons en route to back to the asylum.
WC’s and cleaned up my bleeding Inch and rear-end piles.
Found a letter ont floor – the clinic were not happy with missing last weeks visit – I sent them an email apologising and explaining the reason I missed the appointment.
I feel such a fool now!
Not that I wasn’t one before like…
Used up the last of me Polish belly-pork with garden peas along with some of the tomatoes and gorgeous caramelised red onion relish with some bread thins.
Oh and me last Cox’s apple too.
I’m getting leg cramps now. Tsk!
Well tired but I did some Facebooking before I tried to get me head down – could I sleep?