Monday 1st February 2016
I awoke in desperate need of a Wee-wee.
A dirty great Meat fly landed on my hand as I stirred to attend the bathroom. In which some bits of memories of the dream I’d had came back to me. I wrote them down on some toilet paper to use here.
I’d snuffed it, and was talking to a football crowd as I stood in front of them with my feet in a bucket of mud? I was, in heart-rendering fashion, pleading for them to allow me to become a ‘Greeter’ at St Peter’s gate? They all turned to skeletons as I spoke. Then I found myself sat at a desk with my old Atari ST computer in front of me at the gates… seems I’d gotten my way after all?
I was typing out names and giving them to some elves, and they would go off to the line of heaven applicants to find them, and bring them to me? I’ll not mention the names of them, but three Facebookers and bloggers I know came and booked in with me at the desk. For some reason, I sneaked them each a jelly baby? Can’t recall much more, but what I could remember seemed clear to me.
Made a cuppa, to have me medications with, and another meat fly was lurking in the kitchen. Got him!
A bit concerning where they are coming from, mind.
A few more wee-wees later, I got the diaries updated and started this one off.
The stomach rumbling is still there, but far easier now (He says with crossed fingers).
Checked the emails, of which the little icon informs me there was 150 received?
The wind is still howling outside, not looking forward to my hike to the surgery in it. Humph!
Then did some Facebooking.
Got the bath running and beautified myself, well I had a shave, did me teggies and got in the tub like. Then readied the things for me for me little outing trip.
Started to walk, battling against the wind, down Winchester Street into Sherwood.
I considered catching a bus to get out of the weather, but as you can see, they are not very frequent around here.
So I plodded on.
At the end of a one-way street that came out on Mansfield Road, I came across two cars that were parking up on a dangerous corner and both on double yellow lines. Both were women drivers. Which was rare I thought.
These ladies, the stronger sex, are not usually found flouting the law are they?
I’m not sure why this photograph came out in monochrome?
So, on into Carrington and the GP surgery.
Did some cross-wording while I waited for the nurse. Told her about the Constipation as she took me blood. Handed her some nibbles and shot off to catch the bus to Mansfield.
The wind was still strong. I caught the round-about 3b bus and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
At the bus station, a fight was taking place between some youths and girls, the police were there when I arrived and made my way out ASAP.
Down to the precinct, the sad, decrepit rows of shops and closed down premises went well with the aggressive unhappy people milling about.
I called in the B&M shop to try to get some Bonners Beef Goulash and or curried beans and some individual pots of their porridge.
They had none of any in stock.
Then I popped in the Price-Cut shop to have a look around.
I ended up getting some tiddly tins of Bonner’s Garden peas at 15p each, they were good value and will do me nicely. I bought up all they had left at this price. Some chocolate treats.
I also made a Whoopsiedangleplop in taking the wrong medications for my diarrhoea – I got the opposite somehow, Senna thingies to make me go! Plonker!
Back to the Bus station and caught the direct bus back to Nottingham. I managed to fall asleep and miss the bus-stop again! Still a plonker! Had to walk back into Sherwood and up the Winchester Hill back to the flats with me bags.
The wind was awful again.
Folks were struggling to hang onto their bags, hats, scarfs, etc.
One bloke getting out of his car lost his scarf as it blew off and on the road to who knows where.
It was a farcical scene. I wished I had a video camera to have recorded it.
On my way up the hill, I came across something that is so rare nowadays.
White dog poo! Just thought I’d mention it for Lynton Cox and Martin Shuttlecock, fellow bloggers who are experts on the subject.
Got in the flat and put the bits away, during which I observed I had no Potatoe Cakes or Farls in the fridge. (I’d forgotten I had some in the freezer like, Tsk!) Thus, after perusing the last of the buses time table, I made the decision to go to Sainsbury’s to get some.
Hurried about (Loosely speaking), and out into the wind, almost a gale now, to catch the bus to Arnold and the store.
I got some potato cakes and slims. And a bag of Anya potatoes (Sort date reduced). I found a tiny pack of cut beef shin in the fridge, short dated and reduced.
I’d like to point out to Marissa Bergen, that despite being temporarily tempted by the fresh cream French horn cakes – I didn’t buy any. Therefore, keeping my self-imposed punishment for my Grammatical error cock-up in her photograph posting. (I used a naughty word by mistake)
Feel quite proud about this.
Paid the snotty lady on the check-out and went out to the bus-stop. The winds were worse now than earlier!
Got back to the flat and struggled to get from the bus-stop to the flats doors. The graphic I did yesterday seemed to be so much more appurtenant than ever.
Thankfully a lady in a mock fur coat and tattoos on her neck and hands in the seat behind me was yelling angrily down her mobile phone for the entire journey.
This ensured I didn’t fall asleep and miss the bus-stop again. I nearly thanked her when I got off but decided against doing so.
When I got in the flat kitchen, the view from the window demanded that it be photographicalised.
What a sky!
The winds continued to howl.
So, I got me few bits of beef shin and the potatoes boiling away.
Added the garden peas and seasoned it with some Bovril and Bovril beef cubes.
Had it with some soda bread, dipped in the gravy.
Delicious it was. Rated this one as 9.56/10.
Then did some WordPressing and Facebooking.
I had planned to read some my book and watch a film on the telly.
2 thoughts on “Inchcock Today Mon 1 Feb 16: A hyper-active day today!”
I don’t care about Marissa’s liking for a french horn. I just want my money
This is perfectly understandable under the circumcisions old son.
Anyone in your situation being addicted to gormandizing and desire for the flesh of the innocent will find things difficult to cope with.
Thus, I recommend for you, a course of daily dosing of the genital areas, deep breathing and punctiliousness in taking a few cans of Skol Super-lager whenever the urge to breath overcomes you.
Try to avoid being tempted by Guinness though. It can give you a rather nasty headache I’ve heard.
Another danger you might like to avoid; Stamping of your feet when throwing a moody. I don’t know why this should be avoided yet, but I will get back to you when I find out.
May your foibles ferment with fantastic fury.
Take care. TTFN