Friday 6 May 2016
Up at 0455hrs, spent a couple of hours graphicalisationing for a particular TFZ gal (Can’t reveal anything yet?)
Then onto sorting out the Dyson and got all confused. A quick call to Brother-in-Law and he got me sorted out.
Got the paperwork sorted for when Steve Age UK arrives, then made a cuppa and took the medications. Was I sure there is another one I’ve forgotten about?
Made sure the appointment things for the Opticians, GUM Clinic and the hospital were in the bag/pockets and put the other bag with the jammies etc, near the door so I wouldn’t forget them.
Had my bath, and did my ablutions, Haem Aroid bleeding but not Little Inchy.
Steve arrived and set to phoning the Council about the Council Tax, British Gas (Gas & Electricity) and Severn Trent Water for the old house to be cancelled. I’ve got to go to visit the bank to cancel the Council Tax payments. The Electricity and Gas, Steve has to ring back next time he calls and I still couldn’t remember the other one needing to be done?
I tried out the new Dyson (Only with the carpet attachment) while he was here, it is superb! The collection box is only small, but it is so easy to empty.
Steve had another client to go and see, said he would call sometime next week to arrange a day for him to try and sort things out again.
I rang Pete to thank him for his guidance but Janet answered the phone, had a gossip and during this I remembered the other thing that needed cancelling – the house insurance!
Got the laptop on again to start this off, as I don’t imagine I’ll be in an excellent state when I get back so late from being prodded about and having lumps cut out of me. Hehe!
I’ll take the camera with me too.
Got everything ready, and set off in the hope of catching the 1239hrs L9 bus into town.
Got to the bus stop at 1230hrs and not a soul around.
Waited around in hope for the bus to arrive, without any luck.
Gave up at 1255hrs and walked up and through Woodthorpe Grange Park to the bus stop in Sherwood. Of course, this meant because the bus to the GUM clinic didn’t arrive, muggins here forgot all about it! 
A couple of Swines on the footpath!
Got into town and meandered down through the Slab Square where the Nottingham Shoplifters had gathered to take in the sun.
Went to the bank, where I had a long wait to talk with an advisor about getting the old house’s Community Tax payments cancelled. But when the lady was free, she was charming and helpful, bless her. We even managed a little natter together, had her smiling anyway.
Out and up to Boots the Opticians, where I collected the new spectacles and had another laugh and a good chinwag.
Being a little early to go to the hospital (Having forgotten about the Clinic helped – Humph!), I had a walk around and down Hounds Gate. Surprisingly few folk about here too!
Surprisingly few folk about here too!
The sun was out and it was warm. So I removed my jumper and put it in my bag.
Called into the pound Shop and had a wander around inside. I bought a soup ladle and a pack of four mini pork pies to eat at the Treatment Centre. I didn’t eat the soup like, just the pork pies, see? Hehe!
When I walked to the tram stop on South Parade, there were far too many Pavement cyclists around to dare photographicalise any of them for fear of betting beat up by em!
Caught the right tram (Yes. it occasionally happens, ha!) to the Queens Medical Centre and walked down the five flights of stairs to the ground floor beneath and hobbled over to the Treatment Centre. Handed in my appointment letter and the lady gave me a bleeper to let me know when it is my turn, and I sat down and read me Holocaust book. Consuming all the pork pies as I did so. Still, that’ll mean no messing about getting fodder when I do get back if I get back to the flat later.
I was feeling so tired at this stage, I managed to nod off twice! Still, the bleeper vibrated so it let me know when to go in. Mind you, it was an hour and a half wait, but in pleasant surroundings and cute nurses passing by.
No messing with these people, very efficient and to the point. The nurse checked my details, took back the bleeper and led me to a chair in the corridor inside. Within minutes a Doctor, the one who saw me a year ago and actually remembered soon had me examined and told me he did not want to disturb the growth yet and booked me in for another appointment in two weeks so he can have a look again to see how it is progressing. He smiled, nay, laughed, when I told him I’d struggled to carry the bag with my towels, clothes, shaving tackle, slippers, etc. to get there too in case I was kept in.
Back to the Tram stop and soon caught a tram back into town – but what a ride!When the tram pulled up, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest danger to me,
When the tram arrived, I wasn’t sure who were the biggest threat to me, those rushing to get off the tram, or those elbow charging to get on the tram! I managed to get a seat, but a 22 stone bloke sat next to me and I had no room to manoeuvre to get the camera out! Well, it was the rush hour by then.
Dropped off in Slab Square and made my way painfully up Queen Street and waited for the 40 bus. No use me waiting for an L9 to the flats they had stopped running hours ago. Tsk!
Another uncomfortable and pain filled journey again, the bus was so packed the driver had to refuse some folks wanting to get on.
I got off on Winchester Street, risked life and limb to cross over the road and made my way limpingly towards the flats.
I’ve no idea what these plants were that bravely forced their way through the concrete and up the railings, but to me, they were beautiful.
Anyone know their name. Please?
Just managed to get in the flat in time to avoid a leakage!
So glad, with it being so late (For me like!), that I didn’t have to mess about making anything to eat. Made a cuppa and took the medications, a bit late, though.
Tired as I felt, it took a while to get to sleep. Heigh-ho!
Got on with the post about my mate Duncan Robertson, I’ve called it “Runcan Dobertson is arrested – Why?”
On my walk to the hut, I took this photograph of some daisies forcing their way through the grass.
Set off on my walk, up through the Woodthorpe Grange Park on my way to the Dentists.
Lovely and warm air today. I felt quite high in spirits. Then a lousy Nottingham Footpath Cyclist careered up the hill at speed.
But a couple of lady tenants came and we had a jolly good chinwag!
the fodder bits away.
Police had photographs of Runcan Dobertson along with Juan Inchcock.
And why does he feel the need to have these dangerous terriers in his home?
secret Government papers in it on the bus in 1971?
I hobbled to a different bus stop to catch L9 bus back to the flats. What I noticed across the road was a bedding shop advertising it sold high chairs etc. Took a photograph of it while I waited for the bus, but two people walked in front of it as I took it.
WC’d then put away the fodder I’d bought.
Dined on the minced beef and onion dinner followed by a pot of mandarins in orange jelly.
Posted the Sunday diary off. Spent a few hours preparing some graphics for later use, posting the Out of Euro post, then made some early fodder.
The meal, mashed potatoes, petit pois and lamb steaks looked exquisite.
I woke around 2345 hrs, shaking and trembling for a few minutes (Dream?). And realised I’d not done any WC activity for hours now?
Barclays Bank, said they want Britain to remain in the EU,
Didn’t wake until gone 0600hrs, I reckon I must have gotten in seven hours kip! Mind you, I needed it. Duncan is coming on a visit today.
I informed Duncan of the reading glasses that I had misplaced. Within seconds, he was doing a search for them.
Started the lamb hotpot cooking away in the Crock-Pot.
binoculars. The chap was not moving, and I could see no one near him, so I rang for an ambulance, as doing so, a chap started walking up the path as the injured man stirred gingerly and got himself onto the bench.
Then the Samaritan walked him down the path.
Got on with doing a funny of sorts for WordPress.
Dropped off the bus and cut through the busy Clumber Street, full of Street Entertainers, Big Issue Sellers, shoplifters and potential muggers on my way to the Bank on Exchange Walk. 
Went out and over the road to the PC World to get a Multi-card reader if they had any.
Then when it stopped, I hobbled over and into Tesco and got some fodder.
As I left to make my way to the bus stop, another famous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists made an appearance.
Got in the flat (No falling asleep on the bus, this time, thanks to nattering with Kathy), WC’d, put the fodder away and got the Crock-pot going. Added the lamb mince to it and made a bit more veg gravy and added that too.
nasty again.
Went into the bathroom to find the heater and radio both switched on?
Then went on Facebook.
Got the bacon and tomatoes on for tonight.
Decided to settle and put the TV on, which doesn’t sound too much like a problem? I could not find the remote control thing. Repeated searches trying places I had done earlier, tested my sanity to its limits.