Thursday 1st October 2015
Woke around 0400hrs – Found some notes I must have written on me pad on the side of the chair where I fell asleep last night. Hard to read though.
WC’d, put the kettle on then made a cuppa and took me medications. used old camera to take photo of me brekkers.
Can’t remember details of the dreams now, so I’ll just copy the notes here: Boats, canal, France/French people… Ferry, sea, End of the world, tried to get licence to shoot politicians, Osborne, medal/award… shot myself with nail-gun and missed, hit a Ford Prefect car? There were some words I could not make out at all.
Back to the WC.
Feeling okay this morning, the bruising on the arm was a lot easier, Little Inchy not bleeding too bad, the rear end was leaking a bit of blood, the angina bothersome a bit, Arthur Itis not bad at all. The reflux valve no worse than usual.
Laptop on to start this diary off.
Got me laundry bag and added a few bits, coins, soap powder and down to the laundry room to start me washing off.
Three others arrived to do their ashing or drying.
Had a chin-wag with a bloke tenant I’d not had a chance to talk to before.
Put me washing in the drier, making room for the bloke to get his laundry in the washer.
Returned to the flat and the WC porcelain was utilised yet again.
Updated this diary to here.
While waiting for the drier to finish, I decided I’d get out to the Forest today and try to take some photographs of Goose Fair. This photo is of the 2005 Opening of Goose Fair.
Brought the washing back up and WC’d again.
Put me togs in the airing cupboard and made a cuppa.
Not a good picture, nothing special… but it was to me, seeing the two dogs tails wagging away cheered me up.
Got me rubbish bags ready to drop down the chute after 0800hrs.
Did some Facebooking.
Made a start on the October horoscope forecasts.
Readied missen for me trip to town and the Goose Fair. Caught the bus to Sherwood. Nice Chin-wag on the way with some tenant ladies.
Then caught a bus into town.
The Pavement Cyclist in this picture on the right was weaving in between pedestrians swiftly and closely. The scum-bag!
As I walked into town to catch the tram to the forest and the goose Fair, I noticed that the Lord Mayors and Civil dignitaries cars had been allowed to park where I did when responding to an alarm activation years ago and I got a parking ticket!
They all spewed out at the Goose Fair though, me along with them.
A tram was going the other way. I photographed it with the mini-helter skelter in the background.
Some of the stalls and rides were open already.
The traditional Waltzer was still being erected.
The Ghost train looked well designed on the outside I have must say.
Very atmospherically presented.
It wasn’t finished being erected either.
As I plodded around I saw some of the Nottingham dignitaries in their chains of office lurking waiting amongst the Newspaper and TV people for the arrival of the Lord Mayor.
I did notice the huge amount of food stalls this year, already giving off attractive smells to tempt folks to spend their dosh.
Is that legal nowadays?
White slave traders perhaps?
The food stall near one of the entrances the one on the right in this picture, advertising bacon and beef burgers had two people cooking ready for the rush in it – and I have to say it smelt absolutely ruddy marvellous to me!
And in amongst the sauces they had some beetroot pickle too!
Just wondered if they were made up or real team names.
I’d heard of a couple of them like.
The second one advertised: ‘Daughter of Gypsy Roas Lee. Open.
Tickled me a bit seeing them their together.
Caught the tram into Bulwell and walked over the bridge into the market place stopping to take a photo of the wonderful Mallard ducks as I crossed over the bridge over the river Leen into Bulwell Main Street.
As I crossed over the Market Place, no stalls on today, I pondered on how dejected the place and people looked?
Bulwell having the highest unemployment rate and number of disable registered folk in Nottingham i assume they can thank Mr Couldn’t care less Cameron and ‘Orrible Osborne for their downtrodden gloomy looks?
Even they looked depressed! Huh!
And many of them had club-claws?
I nipped into Fultons Foods to see if they owt on offer hat might appeal – but I came out empty handed. Then I popped into Iceland to get some bread thins. Then into Heron Foods – where I got some battered fish cakes and fingers, along with some potato cakes at 600g for 79p.
Made me way back to the bus station and caught a bus with the intention of getting off at Hayden Road and walking through to catch a bus to Sherwood – however… best laid plans and all that… I fell asleep and woke up as we were arriving in Nottingham City Centre – Tsk!
Got off near the abandoned and apparently unsellable old Guild Hall Courts building – that was next to the new E-on building that cost many millions to build. No wonder the Franch owned company charge so much for their electricity.
I walked to Queen Street and caught a 40 bus.
When the bus left and stopped to pick-up folk at the Victoria Centre stop – I noticed some ladies in the bus shelter and something appealed to me about them, all differing nationalities, ages etc and they sat there chatting away happily between themselves.
They didn’t seem to happy mind when I got me camera trained of them through the bus widow though – Oh dear…
Dropped off on Winchester street and walked to the flats. Luckily I woke up just before the stop came up.
I must ask the GP about all this falling asleep on the buses!
Remembered me ‘Mind Test appointment tomorrow at noon.
As I was going up the lift at the flat, the one lift left working at the flats – I realised I’d not been to the GUM clinic – Whoopsieddangleplop day again then!
Just made it to the porcelain in time.
Put me food in the freezer and made a cuppa.
Laptop on and updated this diary, checked me emails and did some more work on me Horoscope post.
Wonderful! Rated this one 9.05/10!
Nodded off in the chair again, no bath, no shave, no nibbles, no rest, just kept on waking and nodding off again until 0700hrs, when I got up to go to the porcelain…