Up at 0125hrs, TV blazing away, headphones had left there impression on me head as I lay bent and twisted half in, half out of the chair.
Annoyingly no memories at all of me dreams, just knowledge that I’d had some?
Struggled to convince me knees of the urgent need to activate so I could attend the porcelain – boy that one was really close!
Made a cuppa and got the laptop on to finish yesterdays diary off, then started this one.
Yesterday’s Whoopsiedangleplops fresh in my mind – worra day that was! I still can’t get over my walking through various departments of the Queens Medical Centre for 20 minutes or more without being challenged by anyone.
The Morrison delivery came in plenty of time for me put the stuff away and get a bath before setting off to catch the L9 bus outside the flats.
Not many folk for me to have a gossip with this morning, shame.
Yet again I forgot me memory card in the camera, Huh!
Dropped off in town and walked to Jessops and bought a cheaper 4mg one.
A few people on Clinton Street when I came out. Caught the tram out to Wilford Bridge… well that was the plan… actually I got off two stop too early. So had to walk around the houses and through over the fields and came out just before the Bridge where i should have got off. Tsk!
First thing I took a photo of the bridge the tram now goes over.
Walked over and down to the riverside steps and blow me – there was two blokes fishing who I worked with 30 years ago! Amazing, they knew my name but I couldn’t remember theirs.
Had a hell of a gossip for about an hour or so.
After which I took their photographs and forced missen to say cheerio.
I’ve done a post with many more photographs and posted it on WordPress.
I’ve titled it “Inchcock’s Walk along the Trent Embankment”
I really did enjoy this marathon walk so much especially meeting these two of mates from me Security working days – and they are both sti working in the same job!
Not happily, but at least they are still working.
I cam remember sites we worked at together before I moved into Control, but damned if i remember their names.
Too embarrassed to ask them.
Eventually I walked back into town, with aching feet and knees I might add.
Had a walk around town to kill time while I waited for the bus back to the flats.
The place was much busier than earlier when I was walking in the opposite direction..
Caught the bus back to the flats and none of my fellow tenants caught it, that was rare.
However at the next bus-stop the lady I’ve taken a fancy to got on.
So I put away me crossword book and enjoyed a little chin-wag and I gave her some chocolates to nibble on.
We got back to the flats and parted. Into the flat and bathroom to the porcelain.
Mail delivered, two for Margaret the previous tenant and one for me – from the Nottingham building society with a proof photo of the advert and forms for to sign.
So I signed them and took them to the post box. I see they have put £86k as the price and called them about this as it is good news, the man told me £80k was the valuation they made, this cheered me a bit. But I came back down again quickly when he told me this was an error and it should have been 80 and they’ll it when they get me form back – Humph! By the if they do get that much, and it seems to be in question if they will and then I have to pay all the fees. then pay off me debt’s, it don’t look like I’m going to be rich.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Finalised and posted me ‘Inchcocks Pictorial walk along the Trent Embankment’ at last.
Got on Facebook and got caught up (Three hours to do that, Hehehe) now virgin Media have let me like. Tsk!
Had a pot noodle, two cheese cobs and those cream cakes that jumped into me bag when I was in Tesco.
So tired and aching all over, but happy, I drifted off and only recall getting up for the porcelain three times.
Inchy alighted the tram at the wrong stop, and set off on his walk that he enjoyed so much, despite the crippled feet, knees and hip he accrued during it! Tsk!The fool walked over the field, through Wilk’s car park over the road and nearly got himself clobbered be these three burks of Pavement Cyclists!Took a photo of the old halfpenny bridge – given that name cause then it cost a halfpenny to walk over it – now it carries the new tram to Clifton.
He bumped into these to reprobates of fishermen: It turned out they were two lads he worked with 30 years ago at Scan Security, and boy did he enjoy hissen getting all their news and having a natter for over an hour with them. Unfortunately he can’t remember their names, but did recall the things they got up to together in the days of yore working at Pork Farms and York sites… two of the best blokes one could have as partners in Security.
He forced himself to leave the lads and moved on down the river, started to feed the geese but stopped when he remembered there is a £60 instant fine if anyone gets caught feeding them!
Inchy pressed on only to be confronted by two more Pavement Cycling idiots!
For no particular reason the twit took a photograph of his legs in the dead leaves when he came to cross over the road. He’s losing it again I think?Sentimentality overcame him when in the distance he saw his old school had just one of the three buildings left – two had been replaced by apartments it looked like.He walked on over the fields and into the ‘Rock (Memorial) Gardens’ where as a young ankle-snapper, he and his schoolmates were barred from for various reasons…As he walked through the now dilapidated gardens to the one-time fish pond he was mightily impressed with the colouration of the trees there.Queen Victoria’s statue was in a right state despite the Council trying to keep off the yobs and vandals by erecting a fence to protect her. Tsk!The view of the main gates from inside reminded him of the shelters, now cleaned up somewhat, where he used to meet the gals for a fag and a bit of slap and tickle – ah, that’s the reason they were barred from the gardens!
He called at the WC to find it all locked up and cobwebbed Tsk! As he mounted the steps to the main gates intent on getting a photo from the other side, he became curious of a man and woman’s activities in the pond. The man had torn off a branch from a tree and was using it to fish something out of the water, so he took some photo’s of them. The woman went over to the man and as he pulled out a child’s scooter from the water he shook his fist and shouted something at Inchy that Inchcock couldn’t hear of course. Inchcock beat a hasty retreat from the gardens, forgetting to take his photo of the main gates. Of course it was not fear or anything like that, that made him hobble-hastily away – it was because he didn’t want to lose his temper with the grown up vandal/yob and hurt him.
Inchcock took a photo of Trent Bridge as he approached it, just before he did his Whoopsiedangleplop on some leaves down onto his bottom! Luckily no one was about to enjoy it or laugh!.Down Arkwright Street as was, and into and through the Meadow area.
Inchy nearly had an altercation with yet another Pavement Cyclist, but managed to get a partial shot of the Memorial gates in the background.
The play area with the kids using F, C & B words as they played happily, probably they were just trading drugs as they were spitting at each other.As he left the Meadows area he spotted the Brookfield Court old peoples complex. He used to live on Brookfield Place in the Meadows where this got its name from presumably, but that was 60 odd years ago… blimey, it was too!Up towards the train station and yet another Pavement cyclist belted passed him from behind! These Swines were prolific today. Humph!Just passed the station, he called into Tesco and amazingly another pack of strawberry jam fresh cream cakes jumped into his basket?He crosed the Nottingham canal and threw some food in for the ducks, but when the wino’s emerged from under the bridge he moved on cause it wasn’t the usual couple of them, but at least seven of em looking up at him! Shame, cause the photo looks nice and serene dunnit?Onward into town and the fool fed the pigeons risking a fine – the Wally!As he came out of the shopping centre he’s walked through the crowds were getting thicker…Up into the slab square, where the great Nottingham shoplifters.. er public, continued to show their disregard for safety, even one woman just walking in front of a tram with her kid in the pram!/!? The a-fresco café’s were doing their usual roaring trade…As he got towards his bus-stop, he took a shot of the Watson Fotheringill designed frontage that he admires so. A lot of his stuff has been demolished by the crude and blatantly uncouth Nottingham City Council
Catching his L9 bus meant the end of his marathon poddle about.
But he met the lady tenant of his flats on the bus…
The one he has a hankering for… oh yes!
That made him forget about his aches and pains for a bit!
Up at 0420hrs – Once and yet again straight t’porcelain!
I wrote down some bits of the dreams I could recall for once, not remembered any for ages now. Yesterday after losing the memories while on the porcelain seconds after remembering them induced me to leave paper and pen in the bathroom. (Clever that!)
I think I was heaven, or at least queuing at the gates: A long long line of us former mortals awaiting to be accepted, or not as the case may be. All Nationalities seemed to be there, somehow I knew many of them had died horribly in battle etc but they all seemed to have their limbs and body parts attached? Don’t know why, but this fascinated me somewhat as I recall?
A chap wearing a robe approached as he walked down he line carrying what looked like mobile phone. He came straight to me and said something like “Ah, you is it, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time – take this recorder and get the name of each of the first 1000 deceased morons then bring it to me in the brothel… He looked like John Cleese.
This part of the dream remained with me and seemed very clear to me. The rest just bits – Going down the line and all the people spoke in English and told me how they had died… can’t remember going to the brothel with the results as I seemed to have been transported to another dream.
I was living inside a blue-bottle body (Earlier in the week I did a funny graphic of this scenario, suppose this must be linked?) trying to tell someone about this and getting squatted dead by everyone I landed on to call down their ear-hole and beg for help?
Then I was flying around diving down to people to ask for their forgiveness for things I’d done in the past – the people were from my own past, I remember several schoolteachers, a policeman and girlfriends. there were I’m sure many many more and this dream seemed to go on and on and on?
Little Inchy for once was not bleeding profusely, just leaking a tad.
Coughing and sneezing a bit, with aching knees and feet (How they could be aching when I’d only been up for 20 minutes after 4 hours kipping in the chair where I fell asleep, I didn’t understand) into the kitchen kettle on and medications taken.
I realised as I pondered on but decided against having a pot of porridge, that I was singing to myself again, and it took a while to rid me mind of Elvis’s “Who wants to buy a heart”.
Laptop on, still singing “Who wants to buy a heart” – (Oh no… it was called “One broken heart for sale, wasn’t it?) to myself and decided to bus it to town later, and catch the new tram to the Queens Medical Centre for me Warfarin INR blood level test. This made me check to make sure me wonderful much appreciated Pensioners Free Bus-pass was in me pocket ready. Thankfully we use these on both the buses and trams.
Finished yesterdays diary off and then did some graphicalisationing then Facebooking.
Did two for the TFZ gals:
One of Lyzzi with her beloved shoe shopping.
And one of Nancy being alluring and teasing with a chap of unknown origin!
Got a bath shave and change of togs readied the things for me outing to the hospital.
Bus-pass, INR Warfarin blood level record card, nibbles for the nurses, and took camera, mobile and bird seed with me. Couldn’t find me spare pair of long distance glasses?
Down and had a natter with some residents as I waited for the bus to arrive.
Got into town (despite falling asleep on the bus) and plodded into slab square to catch the tram.
The sky was bright little clouds, an unwarm Autumn sun coming through.
Noticed on the top of the large Debenhams building on the roof of it that is, was where the pigeons had gathered for a conference. (Hehe).
Swiped me bus-pass on the machine and got on the tram and was off.
I was going to do me crosswords but couldn’t find me pen – Huh!
Thus started the Whoopsiedangleplops!
Dozed a bit for a few seconds here and there like and then it dawned on me… I was on the wrong tram going the opposite way to the Queens Medical Centre! What a plonka!
Down by the riverside at Wilford Bridge
Got off at Wilford and crossed the line, waited and got on the tram going the other way to go back to town to catch the tram I should have caught! Ticket Inspectors got on – and put me off at Wilford Bridge cause I’d forgot to swipe me card on the platform due to me Whoopsiedangleplop of getting in the wrong tram confusing me.
I took a walk by the river. Took photographs it and the statue of Sr Robert Jukes Clifton, Member of Parliament for Nottingham from 1861 to 1866, then again from 1868 until his premature death the following year.
The stonework stained and chipped, his nose vandalised, covered in bird pooh, I had to look up who up who he was when I got home.
Plodded back to the tram platform and made sure I wiped me card this time.
Trammed it back into Nottingham.
Not many folk on the tram this third time I’d been on one up to now today. Tsk!
Took a photo on the tram to show how empty it was. Noticed after I’d put the photo it in this diary later, how remarkably the chap sat in front of me, looked like me? Apart from his having hair on his head like.
Dropped off in town and crossed over to catch the correct tram this time to Toton, swiped me card on the platform.
Got off at the QMC, and went to find out how to get to the Haematology department from the tram stop. There were two volunteer ‘Helpers’ who came to assist me. They asked if they could help, I told them where I needed to get to. The lady suggested I walk down the three flights of steps to the ground level and catch a bus around to the front of the building? Then the bloke said walk down to the ground floor, (He pointed down to a door in the distant building) and go through that door, lift on your left, go to floor B and follow the signs for the Main Entrance and you’ll get to the blood room.
I struggled down the stairs, up the path into the door as indicated, then spent several minutes looking for the lift on my left? No luck. So I took the stairs to what I thought was B floor and ended up walking through… well I’ve no idea really… There were no nurses doctors or patients, just machinery part dismantled and folk walking about, I think maybe I was in a training section or something like that? Being a bloke I didn’t ask for direction just plodded on hoping to find me bearings again…
No one asked me who I was or what I was there for, much of the equipment looked technical and expensive.
Eventually I saw a sign for ‘To the Main Entrance’ and followed further ones, down the stairs, through more training rooms – students were being given lessons in what looked like a laboratory and I just walked through without being challenged?
Found a familiar corridor I’d used before, and hobbled on me way through many corridors to the blood-room.
If I had caught the bus in the first place I reckon I could have saved three hours off me journey time. I had to laugh to missen, Tsk!
Took me ticket, got a free Metro newspaper and had a read while I waited for me number to be called. Had me blood test done and out of the front to catch a bus back to town.
I think I’ll give catching the tram to the QMC a miss next time! Huh!
Back in town, I realised by getting myself in a pickle with the trams and then lost in the QMC buildings I’d missed me clinic appointment! Oh dear… must email them, grovel and explain why – might send them this diary eh? Hehe!
I had over 45 minutes to wait for the next L9 bus back to the flats, so foolishly I went into Primark and had a look at their jumpers and cardigans on sale… ended up spending again!
Made me way from the store to the bus-stop, a few minutes walk, and during that time encountered eight pavement cyclists.
When I got to the bus-stop I met Norman, a fellow Woodthorpe Court inmate… I mean resident dweling on the same floor as wot I do. I love listening to Norman, a bit like me, he forgets he’s already told you a tale and goes through it again – but I don’t mind at all and love hearing his tales from his past.
Got in said cheerio to Norman and got to the porcelain with seconds to spare! Painful session.
Made a cuppa and laptop on to update this diary, but felt so tired after me day of Whoopsiedangleplops I just did some Facebooking then got me nosh made and digested.
Another good one this was, rated it a worthy 9.3/10
Used the last of me Sweet potato wedges to have with a can of the nice chilli con carne, followed by a banana and lemon curd yoghurt with soured cream.
After that I added some more Sweet potatoes to me Morrison order for tomorrow.
Then fatigued I flaked out.
Woke up with the TV still going (Can’t remember putting on?) at 0125hrs.
Up at 0315hrs – Once more and again straight t’porcelain!
Memories of dreams came to me while on the porcelain – but most of them had dissipated by the time I’d got the kettle on and started the laptop. Bleeding again both ends.
Posted Horoscope post, and then yesterdays diary.
Made a cuppa, pot of porridge and took me medications for the morning.
Reflux valve giving me some bother now, but the ulcer has eased off nicely. Little Inchy continues to bleed and sting though. Huh!
Kettle on, cuppa and took me medications.
Settled doing me Facebooking and graphicalising with a trip to the WC every half hour or so. Tsk!
My mate Duncan Robertson got in touch about the graphic that I did about his Batman Mania. He was not happy. Hehe! Joking aside for a moment, he did tell me not to try and get the drawers fitted until he could get to see me, as he remembers how I knocked missen up last time did some. That was nice of him. Thanks Dunc!
I decided to walk to the Co-op again and get some more tins of the Chill and chips on offer at £1, cause I had some last night and it were grand tasting.
Had a good soak int’ bath and got missen ready.
I walked up the hill on the gravel path, not too many folk about.
Had a lovely slow walk up through the park and down into Sherwood.
Got to the Co-op and even they were quiet – until I got to the check-out then I wondered where everyone had come from.
I got two tins of Stagg Chilli and two of Chilli and fries along with a pack of Bread thins. All for £5.
Another nice stroll back to the flats, stood and watched some of the woof-woofs enjoying themselves for a bit.
Took a photo of the changing colour of the trees in front of the flats.
Back to the flat and decided I was going to sort out the plastic drawers in the kitchen.
Did the first one and dropped it when I came to putting back in the frame, along with all the medications – that was the end of me sorting for the day. especially when I had a dizzy as I bent to retrieve them. Huh!
Back on the laptop for hours!
Did an order for Morrisons for delivery Tuesday.
Had a pot noodle for nosh – not feeling up to much.
Another dizzy.
Must remember hospital in the morning – so I put me record card in me jacket pocket so I didn’t forget it in the morning.
Still awake at midnight when I made a cuppa and took me belated medications. Tsk!
Up at 0550hrs – straight t’porcelain yet again. Reflux valve giving me some bother now, but the ulcer has eased off nicely. Little Inchy continues to bleed and sting though. Huh!
Kettle on, cuppa and took me medications.
WC’d.
Must try to get some sorting done later.
Kitchen cleaning day today as well.
I’m still fretting over the call from the bank last night.
Spent hours finishing off yesterdays diary, graphicalisationing and on Facebooking.
WC’d.
Decided to do the kitchen floor using my new ‘Hooveress”.
Nothing occurred or stirred when I plugged her in the socket?
Decided Not to do the kitchen floor using my new ‘Hooveress”.
Sad this… I checked the outlet was working – yes, and that was the end of my skills in that department. I’ll ask Steve of Age UK to have a look when he comes again, or Duncan, or BJ… whenever that might be.
Had a wash and brush up and got ready to go on a walk into Sherwood and get me Co-op £1.50 off voucher if I spend £10, cause the expiry date finishes today.
Unfortunately I had a Whoopsiedangleplop while shaving. I got an itch on me head and went to scratch it with the razor still in me hand! Stopped it bleeding eventually – what with this and me haemorrhoids and ‘Little Inchy’s lesion it’s a wonder I’m got any blood left! Hehe!
Got me bags, camera in pocket and down to the ground floor on the now creaking one lift working.
Met a chap on the way out and had a natter. (I love this about living here, the odd natter with someone old enough to understand things). He warned me it was a bit windy.
Out and on the path up to Woodthorpe Park and a damnable cyclist nearly got me as I turned left at the top of the footpath.
Down onto Mansfield Road and the wind was in the right direction here to nearly have me over! Thought maybe I should have brought me stick with me after all.
Over the hill and into the Co-op store. Not very busy for a Saturday. Had a good wander around, got some more of the Stagg Special Offer Chilli tins, some own label bread thins, fair-trade bananas, tea-bags on Special offer and counted up roughly what that came to – not enough, under £10 so I couldn’t use me voucher yet; So I got some soured cream and accidentally put a box of two fresh cream and jam slices in me bag. Ahem!
At the check-out where the nice lady nearly spoke to me, she took me voucher cause I spent £10.87 (Due to the mysterious cream cakes that jumped into me bag of their own accord – Ahem again…) Brought the total down to £9 odd.
Out and down to the newsagents to see if they had any sherbet saucers. No.
Back up the hill towards the park and I noticed that me dentist had bought the property next door.
I wondered if this meant I would soon not have to climb two flights of stairs after being ignored and insulted by their reception Obergruppenfurhers in the future?
They had plastered a rather large sign outside on the wall above the doors of both properties; Accepting New Patients!
Surprised me that did, cause when I went in the other day to get an appointment for them to have a look at me filling they’d done the week before and I’d had a Whoopsiedangleplop getting out of the bath and hit me mouth on the sink edge – they could not see me before November the summat or other?
Pressed on, just avoiding a collision with another mad pavement cyclist and up through the park.
Reflux valve giving me some gip now. Tsk!
Got in and WC’d sharpishly.
Put the kettle on and put me bits away.
I tried to get the Hooveress going again, but no!
WC’d.
Titivated the kitchen.
Laptop on and this updated.
Then graphicalisationing and Facebooking again for a while, well for many hours again really.
That’s cleared some anyway…Wilko delivery arrives…
Up at 0350hrs – straight t’porcelain yet again – ‘Little Inchy’ in a state yet again. Looked at the Wilko stuff that needed sorting and set about sorting some.
Well that couple of hours graft did me a lot of good: Now, Arthur Itis has started in me knees and hands, the Reflux valve is making me gasp and me back is playing up again!
WC’d, then made a cuppa, groaned, muttered and moaned a bit to myself and took me medications.
Emails checked, Graphicalisationing started then Facebooked for a while.
Luckily, or unfortunately which ever way you look at it, I realised I’d done me night medication pots up wrongly! Huh, fancy that and Tsk! So I lost an hour or two in resorting them and taking out the second Ramipril capsule I put in the pot in error and replacing it with the Omeprozole I’m missed out.
Back on the laptop to Coreldraw, while listening to G F Haendel’s Water Music on YouTube, very nice.
Did some Facebooking, a lot of Facebooking and some more graphicalisations too.
I changed to listening to some Trad Jazz. (Good this, I just hope nobody knocks on me door or rings me while the headphones are on me head!)
Still not bathed or shaved yet, and it’s now gone 0900hrs.
I got myself cleansed and polished, and down with the laundry to get it washed and dried. Took me cross-word book with me to try and do some while waiting.
One of the lifts was not working, but I got down alright and soon had me washing in the one free machine and was out in the reception area doing me crosswords for an hour while I waited for the machine to finish.
A lady came past me into the room with a big bag of drying to do and I had to go in and tell her not to use the one drier as my washing would be done in 7 minutes and if she, who had washed her clothes in her machine in her flat used it, that meant I would have to wait well over an hour after waiting already for over an hour for the washer to finish to get my clothes dried. She was alright about it and said she’d come down later.
Got me things into the drier a few minutes later and settled again with me crossword book to wait. Met a few residents and had little natter here and there.
Caught a squirrel outside through the window in the car park though.
I popped back in to see how the drying was going and it had stopped after about 10 minutes. Had to put more money in again, but it went okay this time.
Got the togs out and back up to the flat. Put some of them in the airing, and hung up the others on me Ikea clothes rack, that I am pleased to report has not yet collapsed.
WC’d and made a cuppa, laptop on to update this tosh.
Turning even colder as the day gets on.
Facebooked while awaiting arrival of Steve from Age UK and Nottingham Building Society man.
Steve rang, he might be late arriving asked me to let the NBS man (Sam) know.
Then Sam the NBS man arrived and started talking but his voice was not in tune wiv me hearing-aids. Hard work.
Steve Age UK arrived and they talked and I guessed what they were saying, my lip-reading skills are not good.
I was presented with many papers and signed them. Dug out various paperwork (Showing off me folder/files system) to prove I owned the house and who I was like.
I needed to pay some money to the NBS and gave Steve my card and he got on the phone and paid them via me Visa thingy.
They were off and gone and then I got a recorded message from the bank telling me that five transactions had taken place? Not one as Steve and the NBS man had told me?
I rang Steve as this worried me a bit. Of course no answer as he was off work now.
Worried about this, but there is nowt I can do until Monday at the earliest! Oh dear!
Got me nosh, and had me medications.
This nosh despite me worrying about the bank – was a Super-Nosh!
Rated this 9.4/10.
Sorted me medication pots out.
The usual nowadays fatigue dawned on me.
In fact I fell asleep on the porcelain!
Woke with a jolt then sorted out some programmes to watch on the TV and wrote them down – then fell asleep again before they started!
Up at 0555hrs – straight to the porcelain yet again – ‘Little Inchy’ in a state. Managed to slow the bleeding but will have to monitor it today. If it carries on bleeding like this I’ll have to call for some help. At least the rear end was not bleeding to bad at all.
I can’t remember getting up this late since I’ve been here – must have been well tired, I reckon I had 7 hours of kip and only woke up once or twice, good that… I think?
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Email from the GP surgery, they cannot give an appointment for me INR Warfarin test for Monday or Tuesday next, told me I have to go to the phlebotomy dep’t at the Queens Medical Centre to have my blood tests done on Monday.
That cheered me up no end that did. First a bus from here 0930hrs – into town 102ohrs – bus to the QMC arriving approx 1100hrs – wait in queue for an hour at least often longer, then all that pa-lava to get back and the day will be gone! No laundry will get done on this Monday then. Tsk!
The Morrison chappie arrived and I put the stuff away in me already bulging cupboards and fridge.
Good that though all the same. With me not getting out for a few days now I know I’ll not run out of nosh anyway. Hehe!
I posted the photographs of the pigeons I took yesterday to TFZ and the Birds & Plants sites.
I heaved a load of seed and earth worm pellets out for them and grabbed me camera.
WC’d.
I like the way I managed to catch them in the second photo with them incoming to land and fanning their back feathers to slow them down, claws and feet ready to land and to do battle with the others to get the fodder.
Couldn’t do that in Nottingham – I’d get a fine or arrested.
Made a cuppa, passed wind, rushed to the WC.
Facebooked for a bit.
WC’d.
I was just emailing Sir Lynton, telling him of me problems with the Wilko delivery – and blow me down – it arrived.
Stored it in the so called hallway.
Mind you I can’t get out of the flat very easily now it has come. Hehe!
WC’d.
I decided to get to the dentist to book an appointment, go to the Co-op to get a TV paper, drop me donations off at the Hospice charity shop and see if I can arrange to book some goes on their lottery and have a look in the charity shop over the road to see if they had any book cases in yet that might fit in the living room. oh, and drop in the Winwood Community shed with letters for the previous tenant that have been delivered.
Got missen ready, took me midday medications and set off.
Went to the shed, it was open but no one there. Left the mail and some nibbles for em and walked towards the hill up into the woods to trek to the shops and the L8 bus pulled in, so I got on that.
One of the residents got off and I gave her a choice of nibbles and said hello. The driveress, the nice one was driving the bus, so I gave her a choice of nibbles too. She opted for a bag of white chocolate mice.
Went in the dentist and bravely approached the Obergruppenfurher on reception and booked an appointment for December 7th.
Then walked over and looked in the Sue Ryder shop but they no book cases in.
Back across the road and into Wilko to see if they had any of the wood dye I got the last month from them – none in stock.
Out and back up the road into the Sherwood Co-op store.
Got a pot noodle BBQ flavour, a TV paper, some special offer priced Stagg Chilli-con-carne with wedges at £1 from £1.90 and a pack of two vanilla cream cakes fell into me bag somehow…
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist shot in front of and over the road.
Walked back through the Woodthorpe Grange Park back up to the flats.
Not many folk about today.
Mind you, the few that were there had fun with their woof-woofs.
Almost looks like a painting?
The changing seasons were still offering some wonderful different colour trees for me to enjoy looking at though.
It seemed serene and peaceful as I plodded on up the hill and right down to the flats.
I struggled passed the Wilko box’s into the flat and to the porcelain.
I noticed some bits on the kitchen floor as I put the kettle on.
Scrubbed at and then soaked the glue residue for hours – to no avail!
Got the brush and pan out and swept the bit into it – but they stuck on the pan – the glue from the label was still there and hyper sticky. I decided it was well time to try again to remove it. Huh!
I tried various concoction and mixes of bleach, washing-up liquid, flash kitchen spray, Fairy power spray, Dettol cleaner, scouring pads, metal scraper liquid soda and elbow grease – to no avail!
So I left the pan soaking in the sink for a few hours.
Started the laptop and updated this diary.
WC’d.
Went back to the soaking pan and had another go at it with the scraper. Nothing – the glue remained in place! I may have to throw it away and get another one, but making sure the next one does not have a label stuck in it!
Then realised I’d stained the sink! Another job to tackle.
WC’d yet again! Worrying this is. Had to clean up ‘Little Inchy’ again. Not feeling too good now. Decided against starting sorting the Wilko order out until the morning – dizzy spell and headache now – what next! Tsk!
Going to have some Mulligatawny and Beef and vegetable soup with bread thins tonight methinks for a change.
Got it in the pan ready for later.
Took me evening medications.
WC’d.
Cleaned the sink and polished it – best I could manage anyway. Huh!
Did a bit of Facebooking and some graphicationalising again.
I discovered it is a Special Day today in America.
“White Cane Safety Day”!
Apparently: The United State president may issue each year a proclamation calling on people in the United States to observe White Cane Safety Day with appropriate ceremonies and activities. It is a time when communities across the nation re-affirm their commitment to improve access to basic services for blind and visually impaired people.
Organizations, such as Lions Clubs International and the National Federation of the Blind, organize promotional activities involving the public as part of a goal to help to increase awareness of the use of the white cane and the laws that govern its use. Activities such as visual displays, walks, meetings, public service announcements, and the distribution of t-shirts reminding people about the day are all part of the day’s activities. White Cane Safety Day also reminds people that motor vehicles and pedestrians should yield the right of way to blind or visually impaired people using canes.
Nice that!
WC’d. Getting a bit annoying this now…
I checked on the glue residue on me pan soaking in the sink – still there! Dried it off tearing the paper towels as I did so and making an even bigger mess!
Had me soup nosh and fatigued again I had a bath and shave and into me jammies.
Boldly reset the crap TV and managed to remove some of the stations so it is easier to check through them to find what’s on what.
Up at 0335hrs – straight to the porcelain again, Little Inchy bleeding but the haemorrhoids a lot less so this morning.
Made a cuppa and used over the none-delivery of yesterdays Wilko order. Laptop on, auto-reply-email back from Wilko telling me they have received me email and intend to reply within 72 hours.
Stomach started churning up, so when I took me medications I had an extra Omeprazole and a swig of Sertraline.
Not too good this morning at the moment, but I still want to go to Derby on the bus and get a decent walk in, feed the ducks and take some photographs. I might see if they have any hot-cooked ham joints on the market there… well me stomach is telling not to though. Hehe!
Did some work on me graphics for me ‘Duncan comes to the rescue’ (Or whatever I decide to call it when it’s finally done) funny blog. Got it finished at last, I’ve been working on the graphics for weeks now, just hope it goes down well. Gorrit posted on WordPress.
Had a bath without any Whoopsiedangleplops.
Unfortunately I enjoyed it a little too long and missed me bus from the flats. Huh!
Hey-ho. I had a walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park onto Mansfield Road and over the hill to the bus-stop.
Not many folk on the bus this morning, seemed odd that. Took a photo.
Got into town and wandered down into town and called at the bank to get a £10 bag of 20p pieces for the laundry machines to gobble up later.
Out and to Friar Lane to catch the Y5 bus to Derby. One arrived as I got to the stop – and I was off on me within a minute.
Got a free Metro and read that en route through the villages.
There were more people on the Y5 than
were on the Sherwood bus.
As we went through Draycott a lot of houses and businesses had the flag flying ready for Remembrance day I assume.
That was encouraging given the current mood in the country.
I got a call on me mobile. It was the delivery courier driver for Wilko asking were I was? I told him I waited in yesterday all day for the agreed delivery – he said he called and pressed 76 on the keypad for ages and got no answer. I informed him the number was 72 (But felt a bit nervous in case I had given them the wrong number – oh dear!). He said he would call tomorrow morning once more nd try again. He was not a happy bunny!
I put the phone down and it rang again!
This time it was Steve from Age UK. He told me he’d had the house valued (£20k less than I’d hoped for) he added of course you might get less! I now need to meet with him and a representative from the Nottingham Building Society to sign some papers, pay for a solicitor, agree their £2k and a bit handling charge, and pay for something else I can’t remember what now. That’ll put me balance near bankruptcy I told him. He said they should not charge for all of it now, some will be taken off the top when the house is sold.
I’m getting confused now…
He said he will call to see me Friday afternoon (As usual on his way home and he can’t spare any time or do anything as he doesn’t work again until Monday Tsk!). Along with a building society representative.
I wrote own the timings on the Metro newspaper so I don’t get it wrong when i get back to the flat and record things on me Google calendar.
Got into Derby and I walked to the Derwent riverside, got me camera ready and fed some seeds and earthworms to the pigeons.
The many pigeons!
Then took a photo of the pigeons that had not landed for some nosh as they flew around in a gigantic circle above.
No idea why they did.
There sees to be more of them than ever today. How they find enough to eat and avoid the attacks from the seagulls I’ll never understand.
But I can’t help liking them – the pigeons not the seagulls.
Had a walk into the Eagle Marketplace. So sad at how many closed down stalls there were. Same in Nottingham and Mansfield as well.
Walked up and visited the hot meat shop to peruse what they had on offer.
It was all crap I’m afraid, the joints were dried out and unattractive to look at. So I didn’t bother getting any like.
I wandered back down through the market and came across a new place selling menswear and hats – I noticed there were no prices on any of them. I was looking a one that I fancied that was similar to the one I got from Primark for £4 last month, but a better colour – a lady approached me to inform me they were reduced to £20 each today… £2o each! – I moved on.
To the bus station and caught a Red Arrow Express bus back to Nottingham – I was getting off the bus 35 minutes later, boy can them buses move!
Dropped off and walked to and through the Slab-square.
As I poddled round it the two rob-dog coffee shops opposite each other on two corners, Starbucks and Costa, you know the ones who get away without paying any tax that was on the radio bout it last month.
Despite not being so many folk around, yet they were both well filled with people who can afford £3 for a plastic cup of coffee.
I’m just glad I don’t like coffee.
I walked to L9 bus-stop and met with Norman, a tenant of the flat on the same floor as wot I am. A grand old chap, we had a natter and he told me about his first job as a van-lad in Carrington.
The bus arrived and were lifted back to the Woodthorpe Court.
The driver we assumed was a fan of stock car racing! We were thrown all over as he accelerated, jammed on the anchors with venom and went around the corner and bends with a-gusto!
Still, on the bright side, it stopped me falling asleep!
Got in and paid the porcelain a visit – passing the letters on the floor en-route. Bad news here, ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding again. Did what I could to stop him, but only managed to slow it down.
Got the letters after cleaning missen up, one from the hospital with me INR level reading. Down to 1.8, not good that. I emailed the surgery to try and book in for a test next Monday, no reply yet.
That reminded me about putting the appointment wot I wrote on the Metro in me calendar – the Metro that I’d left on the bus!
The other letter was from the Nottingham Hospice Charity, about their Lucky Day Weekly Lottery. I’m thinking of doing this £1 lottery instead of the National Lottery now. It only has a top prize of £25,000 every 3 months, £2000 each week. But the cash I spend on it will do more good that on the big lottery methinks?
Did a bit of blogging, checked emails again.
Rang Jane to tell her I had to cancel me meeting with Pete for Thursday and explained why. They were both going out to a nosh so they didn’t have much time to natter.
Got me nosh ready.
Took me medications.
To the loo, and little Inchy bleeding yet again!
I must get to the GP again about this and get an appointment to see the GUM specialist when he’s iin Nottingham again.
Morrisons delivery tomorrow morning, Nottingham City Homes representative coming to talk to me – about what I know not? And hopefully the Wilko order should be coming for a third time…
So another day stuck inside.
Friday the same, got to wait in for the Nottingham Building Society bloke/woman to call see me, and Steve Age UK coming too.
I’ll be in a right pickle if I get the GUM appointment for either of these days… Huh!
Got me head down early and was soon off to the land of nod for a change.
