Warning
Monday 8th August 2016
0340hrs: Gave up trying to get to sleep. Feeling in decent form and the ailments seemingly in a calm mood, I climbed out of the now working again £300 second-hand recliner chair and off for a WWHD job. Oh dear, much blood from the rear end, and painful passing.
I popped onto the scales… Humph!
With the tummy churning away, and now the vision blurring a bit, I got the laptop on to finish the Sunday diary and start this one.
I felt a bit apprehensive about these ailments coming at the same time. Took some extra Peptac in the hope that this might calm down the innards a bit.
The wind was blowing in nastily through the air vent and edges of the windows, right up me bare legs under my dressing gown. Hehe! I put me trousers on.
Did some Facebooking (three & a half hours, huh!) while I could, then checked the emails, then some graphicalisationing, all between WRWWs.
I want to go out today now the toe is a lot better, and get to see the ducks in the Arboretum Pond and feed them with the earthworm pellets that they seem to like. Sorted the rubbish and took the bags to the chute.
I got the ablutions done and changed ready to set out to catch the L9 bus into town. I got as far as the lift and realised
Back out and in the lift, just arriving at the ground floor when I remembered I had not got the mobile phone with me –
Once more, back down the lift and to the bus stop this time… Oh dear oh dear…
Then,
Arrived in town and walked to the Arboretum from the bus stop.
A Nottingham Pavement Cyclist joined the pedestrian as we crossed over and I went passed the new Cinema, showing Trolls, and passed the university buildings and up Waverley Street to the Arboretum.
On entering the gate, I spotted a new bit they have created, a beautiful bed of flowers and plants, and an instruction sign/guide.
Rather lovely I thought.
I could see some pigeons and many Mallard ducks further on near the aviary, and made my way to them with the pot of earthworm pellets and seeds to feed the little mites with.
As I left the grounds, twp Nottingham Cyclist were coming towards me on the wrong side of the road, and this very near the tram lines! The both seemed happy enough, and they soon moved onto the pavement.
At Tesco, I invested in two for £3 lamb hotpot ready meals, Two yoghurts, potato cakes, some spread, wholemeal thins, a pack of Boczek and amazingly a two pack of fresh cream horns fell out of the fridge and into my basket as I walked by them?
I paid the gal on the checkout and checked the time, I could just make the L9 bus stop in time with any luck. So I painfully legged it ASAP to the shelter. Met a fellow tenant at the bus stop. When the bus arrived:
The weather turned sunny for a while and the wind seemed to drop somewhat.
I was soon back at the flats and making a beeline for a WRWW with some urgency.
Made a cuppa and got this updated to here.
Some mail arrived, at first, I dreaded that the British Gas might have sent another demand, but no. Twas a letter from the Council, instructing me to fill in the Voting form and return it within three days.
Called to see Olive, going to take one of the Fresh Cream Horns for her, I departed and as I got to her flat, realised I hadn’t taken the cream horn with me, went back to fetch it, and went into the front room to collect the Voting letter so Olive could clarify things with it for me – oh dear!
I believe I said “Oh, flipping heck” Didn’t half sting. Hehe!
Hobbled to Olive’s flat, and she smilingly greeted me, but she was not very well herself.
She accepted the cream horn without telling off too much this time.
Then, the gal set to medicating me leg wounds and putting plasters on them for me. I felt so lucky to have Olive there. We had a good long chinwag and laugh.
I had to leave and get back once again for a WRWW, and I got the chips in the oven and updated this again.
The Pleasures of Dining Alone:
It was a little uncomfortable eating it, though:
I got out of it to pick up the chips and peas that had been ejected from the plate onto me, the chair and the floor, and banged first, the already black and swollen left middle toe, then
Well, I thought, these things are sent to try us, or words of a nearly similar nature. Hehe!
By the time I’d sorted everything out, the cleaning and clearing up, the wounds replastered and medicated, two hours had passed since the Whoopsiedagleplop occurred before I got settled once again to eat what cold bits of the meal I had managed to retrieve.
I even managed to tread on fallen fork on the floor that I’d missed. Now bent, bloodied and in the rubbish recycling bin.
Which is where I thought I should be!
A new standard of pissed-offed-ness, depression, frustration and lack of confidence reigned!
Thoughts of a defeated nature lingered… Humph!
Oh my, what a day! Hope your spirits & injuries are better tomorrow <3
Bless you my flower! All improved medically thank you kindly. The black toe less black, the lesions on the shin a lot easier and healing well too.
The spirits are up, because I’ve made people laugh out lour twice today. I love doing that. Hope your doing well? X