Up at 0400hrs – due to falling asleep so soon last night because I was so well shattered.
Cuppa and took me medications.
Spent far too long on the laptop/notebook! Tried to find out how to set the export function to default RGB 24 bit, as the 32 bit colours come out differently on screen when posted – Huh! I still have to do it manually for each graphic.
I searched the web to try and find out how to do it but found nowt to help me.
Then I had a go at searching the Windows 8 helpline thingy to change the screen from high to medium viewing. Like a shot I found in an hour later.
Getting on by then, so to appease the guilt a little I did some shredding of me old documents.
Spur of the moment thing, I decided to go to Bulwell in the vain hope of getting some Curried Beans and or Microwave Sausages.
The sky brightened up while I was at the bus-stop. The little speck in the centre of the picture is the police helicopter.
Caught the number 17 into Bulwell.
As I got off the bus a fight was taking place near the Taxi/Cab place, so I walked the other way to avoid any hassle to the Market Place.
Many pavement cyclist (too many to even think of photographing).
Mobility scooter haven Bulwell is as we.
Went to the cheapo shop, but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.
Called in Heron Foods shop – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.
Went to the Iceland store – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.
Then finally into Fultons Foods – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in either.
However they did have some Torunska sausage and Blackcurrant and vanilla ice cream lollies, so I got some.
As I came out of the store I noticed the kiddies ride outside the shop was doing a roaring trade – and they were selling (Or trying to sell) Candy-Floss at £1.50 each!) Bit pricey that I thought?
The only ankle-snapper on the Tea-cup ride seemed utterley disinterested to say the least.
I hastened (Well hobbled as fast as I could manage) to the bus-station so me Iced lollies didn’t melt before I got em in the fridge – but couldn’t resist taking a photo of some beautiful rings I noticed in the jewellers store window, for the TFZ gals.
Limped on and joined the queue for the bus, just missed one so had to wait a good while. Tsk!
Glad I remembered to take me book with me to read on the bus like. It’s stories and tales from the soldiers who were there at Dunkirk.
Soon back in Carrington and taking the long route to the dump, as a ganglet of youths were loitering at my end of the street.
Got in and no demand for the porcelain presented itself? Odd that.
Felt peckish earlier today – so decided to make baked potatoes and beef curry. Bit adventurous fer me I know.
Flippinng heck it hot! Too hot for me I’m afraid, I thought with it saying it was Chinese style it would me mild – Tsk!
Two hours later and me mouth and throat are still hot!
Woke remembering bits of some dreams… chasing people but never getting close to them, down streets, over rooftops and in sewers and caves?
Came down and made a cuppa, fed the pigeons.
Made sure my neighbours and my bins were pulled out for the Refuse Administrator Facilitators (Formerly Bin-men before the European Human Rights shower got involved) arrival later. (0545hrs)
A bit damp this morning, the sun forcing it’s way through though. It went back in as I wrote this.
Took me medications.
The space in the corner of the room, now free of Nottingham Hospice Charity shop donations and rubbish bags took some getting used to. Hehehe!
It’ll soon get filled again once I get me wind and find time to do some more sorting.
Not up to it at the moment, the stomach is churning again – a feeling of comfortableness and expectancy lingers about this – please not the runs again… Please!
Updated me diary with dates of Dentist, Skin-cancer, INR Warfarin level test and Clinic appointments.
At last, a heavy-duty call to the porcelain. Regrettably the anticipated runs turned out the opposite and blood flowed.
Cleaned myself up, made another cuppa and returned to the laptop.
Used Coreldraw X7 to make the header for this post.
Bin men called, pulled bins back off the road afterwards.
Went up to have an abluting session and shave. Bit of a shock when I looked in the mirror – Gawd I look pale, almost ghostly!
Got me things, bus-pass, Pound-shop umbrella (Raining heavy now) nibbles and small shopping list: Curried beans and cooked pork only on it.
I thought twice about going out when I opened the door and saw the rain belting down. Huh!
Got me Pound shop umbrella, bus-pass, nibbles and shopping list only curried beans and cooked pork joint on it – no Heinz curried beans left in Nottingham, Derby or Mansfield! Tsk!
On me walk into town I was weary of the gigantic puddles in the gutters and tried to nip past them between cars to avoid getting soaked when they drive through them – but no, a flaming bus came as I was walking by a big un and soaked me through all down me right side.
I walked on and turned back taking a photo of the next bus to show how the first one got me! Swines!
No rush this morning, cause I couldn’t use me free pensioners bus-pass until 0930hrs so I poddled squelchingly along up the hill.
At the pelican crossing near the entrance to the Forest recreation ground the lights had taken a bashing from some vehicle or other.
I pressed on slowly over the hill and down into the City Centre.
Found myself a little early to use me bus-pass when I got to the Victoria bus-station, so I went in Vic Centre to see if I could find anyone selling curried beans – mission failed, I returned to the Vic bus-station and got on a Red Arrow bus to Derby.
As we stopped on upper Parliament Street I took a photograph through the front windows of the bus.
The rain continued to pelt down.
Despite the weather, that didn’t stop James Hunt the driver from getting us all to Derby in double quick time.
In Derby I went through the back of the bus-station to the river Derwent, the first site was of several poor weather battered pigeons on the posts at the river-side.
I walked back a bit and threw them some seeds and earth-worm sticks.
This attracted the mallards and Canadian geese to approach me demanding more!
It amazes me how great big geese like these can pick up and eat individual seeds from the floor?
I get an odd satisfaction from feeding these wild birds, don’t know why but I just seem to feel better for doing it?
(Made new header later in Coreldraw X7 using one of me photo’s of the pigeons I took in Derby)
I left the birds fighting for the food and walked down and over to the Eagle Centre market – thinking I might find some curried beans at the cheapo stall there.
When I got up to it I found an empty stall – they had closed down! Tsk!
So up and into the centre proper an got missen a pork joint.
Then to the Derby City Council offices and caught a bus to Mansfield.
By gum I value me free bus-pass!
The driver left the engine running, a bit roughly to me mind, and got out to have a fag.
We set off and the journey took about an hour to get to Mansfield.
The scenery along the country lanes was wonderful, even in the rain.
As the bus filled up the buggy-bays did too.
The kids seemed determined to destroy the seats and ring the bell throughout their journey.
The aisle between the seats came in handy for their chasing game as well. The driver knew better than question their antics and disturb the mothers on their mobile phones – sensible bloke!
We arrived at Mansfield Bus station and those left on the bus seemed in an inordinate rush to get off?
I thought there might have been an injury or two as they battled each other to get off the bus first?
Then they seemed to scatter to various exits and disappeared into the ether?
I trudged down the rain soaked under-pass and went to check out the B&M store and Pound Stretcher store in search of Heinz Curried Beans.
None to be had – I know Lynton Cox told me they had stopped making them like.
But if they stopped making em cause they weren’t selling, you’d think there would be some left to be had?
I made me way back to the bus-station and caught a Pronto bus back to Nottingham.
The wind is getting up now as well as the constant rain.
The bus stopped at some road-works for ages and this gave me a chance to take a photo of the fields and sky.
I was well pleased with this one.
I’ve made a bit bigger when I put it in. For once it was just how the eye saw it too.
And no reflections either?
We joined a rather long queue as we approached some roadworks using stationery trafficking lights.
We were there for ages, not that it mattered to me like, as I happily failed to finish me crossword again.
As we passed the roadworks the mud splattered onto the windows and that was the end of any good photo taking through the bus window.
I did try to take a photo quickly of a horse on a hill as we sped passed, but didn’t come out well. Hey-ho!
I could claim I was trying to take an atmospheric photo?
But I wasn’t.
Dropped off the bus in Carrington and hobble back to the House of rubbish.
I put the kettle on and as I started the laptop… sorry… Notebook (Can someone tell me the difference please?) there was no fewer than three peoples having a delve into the rubbish skip across the road – I caught the last one on me camera.
This skip certainly has fascinated and attracted much interest of the locals.