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Friday 25 March 2016
Sprung awake from the dream filled sleep around 0340hrs. Horrendous dreams too. No specifics remembered by the time I got around to writing this record of the Inchcock, Nottingham Lads diary, though, just bits: I was all alone and searching for someone… Writing emails on a giant computer, Desert, Iceland, in outer space, down caves, in hospitals, digging up coffins? Felt uncomfortable and uneasy when I sat there thinking of this and looking out through the window, at the dark single starred sky. I soon came out of my stargazing when I stood up, pleased with the lack of objections from Arthur Itis and trod on mineral water plastic bottle I’d used last night to take me medication with, and fell backwards into the chair again, with a thud.
A nice bruise came up at the back of both fibulas within seconds, accompanied by dull aches. Hey-ho, best get the Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way early in the day, I must say. Hehe!
For some reason, this took my mind back to many years ago when I was in the Life Boys and I recalled taking first aid lessons from a Boys Brigade leader who read everything out of a book and could not pronounce Fibula when he read it, it came out as Fibberer. Funny how things spring to mind after so many eons. Haha!
I limped to the porcelain, and struggled painfully, and at great length to perform the required functions (But no bleeding, that was good). Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications, made a brew and took them.
Pondering in whether I should go to Asda (Walmart) and get the photographs from yesterday’s Social Hour printed off or not, I couldn’t make up my mind – another of those days? Huh!
Got the laptop on to update Thursday’s diary, and start this one off. Checked the emails. Got one from Sister Jane, I can’t go to see them today, they are off for a meal and show later. Jealous me?
Answered the emails and did a bit of Facebooking.
Then decided I would have a walk into Arnold today to get the photographs printed for the Tenants Meeting next Thursday while I could, a busy week medically speaking. Might get to batch bread, desserts and beef chips too.
Got the things ready and had a bath and scrub-up. Drying off, I spotted some bruises on the rib-cage.
I’ve no idea how they came about! Something else for me to remember for when I see Dr. Vindla next.
Scrap to the chute and out to the Community Hut – no one there and I remembered it was Good Friday, Tsk!
Had a good laugh with some residents at the bus-stop and they all got on the L8, I waited for the L9 that would take me into Arnold.
I was wondering what else I would forget today as I approached the Post Office in Arnold to get the letter weighed and paid for – Huh! Still Good Friday isn’t it? They were closed of course!
I met a fellow tenant (Frank) as I walked towards the Fulton Food Store. Had a gossip with him. He warned me of the weather forecast for the weekend – High winds and rain! OH heck!
I moved on and spent too much again, it’s because they have such good prices yer know? Got two packets on Gammon steaks for a quid each, a box of two lamb shanks and some cheap Chocolate Easter bunnies to give out as nibbles.
Moved up to Asda and went to the photograph section. Started going through the process on the copier machine, but an assistant had to come to clarify things for me. I still managed to get them with borders on and in a larger size than I wanted. Humph! Still all 14 cost only £5.60. I paid the lady, got my receipt and did some shopping – spending far too much again! Grumph!
11 pots of various desserts, two small packs of Irish Batch bread, some beef flavoured potato sticks and was soon out in the sunshine.
It was not very warm it, though, despite the glorious looking sunshine and almost free of clouds sky.
I hobbled around for a while then made my way to the catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
As I approached the shelter, I observed that the dilapidated old bench seat had lost another slat from the seating on it.
The mould growth on the wood had increased since my visit last week, and particular aroma, not unlike stale mackerel had developed?
A bit further on after I’d arrived at the bus-shelter a lady tenant came to catch the same bus.
It was the lady who was giving me the threatening dagger looks at the Social Hour yesterday as I took the photographs.
I smiled and asked if she was alright and had gotten everything she needed. It was reassuring when she told me she’s also forgotten in was a Bank Holiday and had called at her bank to find it closed. She added a warning about the coming gales and heavy rain.
Yet it looked so beautiful at that moment.
We got on the bus and she made a point of not sitting near me and offering a few of her Ena Sharples scowls en route back to Woodthorpe Court.
On the way, I took a photographicalisation of some terrace houses on the Main Road in Arnold, through the bus window.
I thought they might look quaint to the TFZers from America, Canada and Australia, so I’ll post it for them on their Facebook page later.
I think they were built for the miners originally.
Now there’s a sad thing: The last deep mine in the UK has recently closed!
I got back to the flats and made my way to the porcelain, as I did I discerned that I had no Dizzies while I was out at all! Made a cuppa.
Put away the purchases, and got the laptop on to update this. Then checked the email situation.
Got the gammon steaks in the oven and chopped tomatoes in the saucepan. Polish country bread at the ready.
Finished off and posted Thursdays Inchcock Today off.
I had a pot of lemon dessert and a strawberry cheesecake for afters.
Got a Dr. Who DVD in and settled for a marathon viewing session.
I was asleep after the first episode, waking up during the third episode. To the toilet, back and rewound the DVD.
Woke up o episode three gain, and gave up. Got my head down.
Woke three hours later near midnight, the itching all around my ample midriff again driving me potty.