Friday 24th June 2016
At 0555hrs, I woke thinking of the dreams I’d had but recalled very little – being chased again was in there somewhere I’m sure. The £300 second-hand recliner chair was one more in the half-up, half down position? Then I remembered I’d got a Morrison’s delivery coming twixt 0600 – 0700hrs this morning. Carried out my ablutions as quickly as I could.
On the throne, bloody and painful yet again. Dressed and started to update the Thursday post and the intercom rang, the Morrison man had arrived. I put the fodder away, made a cuppa and took the morning medications. Then started this post off, after finding out that the Brexit Leave vote had won the referendum.
I really felt the remains would win. Even more surprising to find that Nottingham had voted to leave – narrowly, but still a shock to me. And with only a 61,75% turnout too?
Did the graphics for above then some Facebooking. Spent a good few hours on it too. Far too many, got carried away and realised how late it was. Had to rush around (Well, hobble rapidly) and get ready for the clinic visit to catch the 1130hrs L9 bus… Oh dear me…
Just made it in time, even had a quick chinwag. The chap from the top floor was out with his wife and sticks, he was just back for having his right knee replaced.
Into Arnold, being as I’d caught the wrong bus… Whoopsiedangleplop again!
Nipped into Fulton store and to my delight they had both the blackcurrant and vanilla iced lollies and, just one pack of the lamb shanks cook-in the-bag with minted and rosemary gravy left! I got one of each in that case.
Caught the bus to the clinic and went through some embarrassing examinations. First by the female doctor in the ante room after she interviewed me. She fetched a male colleague to have a look at Little Inchy and his lesion, then they brought three more female students to examine me. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, well, muttering to each other, but one of the student couldn’t contain a smirk or two. Hehe! I hope they were giving them some lessons to learn later, and not the ‘Come here and have a laugh at this’ routine. They all left bar the male doctor, and he prescribed some more of the same ointment, the green one at the bottom this time.
I’d forgotten to mention the photo of the sky I took at the bus-stop, caught a bird in it.
I didn’t notice it when I took the photo though, and the damaged seat near the Arnold bus-stop has now had it’s front plank torn off.
Out of interest, the shot I took a couple of weeks ago of the bench, and today’s, both have the same car in the background. an Asda workers I bet?
I departed the clinic and caught a bus to Sherwood, then one up the hill back to the flats.
Got the lamb, potatoes and mushrooms cooking away and put the lollies in the freezer. Only just enough room.
A blast on Facebook to catch up and proceeded with updating this post again.
Kept checking on the nosh. Wee-weeing and cleaning up the bleeding from Little Inchy who was not bleeding before being examined at the clinic! Humph, Huh and Tsk!
Had the evening medications with the nosh. Nice too. Lamb shank in gravy, new potatoes and mushrooms.
Tried some Rye bread later with Vegemite – not recommended! They don’t go together, the Rye Bread is not Vegemite or Marmite friendly, be warned folks.
Despite nodding off so regularly while trying to watch the goggle-box, actual proper sleep didn’t come until the early hours. Shame!