Saturday 24th September 2016
Stirred around 0300hrs and sat pondering the dream I’d been having. Not that I could remember all that much. Something about being in the dessert, trying to dig a hole with my hands… then I was lost in a factory being chased, and another with me talking about the need for world peace with Albert Einstein, we were both apparently speaking in an unknown tongue but understood each other? The smell of his pipe I recall, was making me so jealous and I wanted to start smoking mine again, but it was made of liquorice?
A feeling of self-worthlessness lingered, and around 0330hrs, I got out of the shuddering £300 second-hand recliner and tackled my first WRHD of the day. Not an easy session again, but no worse than yesterday’s at least, little bleeding from Haem Aroids. As I went to wash my hands, I stubbed the same toe as I did last night on the same part of the same trolley. Tsk!
Into the kitchen and took a photograph of the morning’s dim view – without the camera card in it as it turned out, so, no photo. Humph!
Made a brew took the medications and a Senna tablet. Got the laptop going and sat there wondering why I felt so depressed in spirits this morning. Perhaps the run of Whoopsidangleplops I’d been having? Or, not seeing Olive yesterday? Sister Jane called me last night, she was at the vets with her beloved Queenie cat, expecting the worst poor gal, so sorry for her. She said she’d let me know how it goes, but I can understand her not wanting to if the worst happens to Queenie.
I just don’t know why I feel so melancholy, but the unwelcome forlornness and self-pity seems rampant? I reflected and mused on this for so long the mug of tea went cold. Made another, and updated this diary.
Had a look on Facebook, checked emails.
Olive has her daughter and son in law visiting and staying this weekend, I’ll pop in to see her later.
Carried out the ablutions and changed the batteries in the hearing aids.
Getting into the lift, found the floor was in a right state.
Out to catch the L9 into town to get the cheque in the bank. The L9 was late, so not knowing if it was coming or not (As they often fail to turn up on Saturdays), I got on the L8 to go to Sherwood and catch another bus on Mansfield Road. The L9 passed us going the other way as we went down Winchester Hill. Caught a bus in Sherwood and was soon in town.
Walked straight down through the slab square to the bank.
Done the business with the bank and went into Marks & Spencers to see if they had any small quiches with a difference on sale.
I’ve taken to these quiches yer know.
Got a Quiche Lorraine at a ridiculously high price, convinced it must taste superior to the Morrison and Asda (Walmart) ones. Also purchased little pork pies with pickle, drumsticks and a honey BBQ snack.
Then I took an aimless wander around the city centre and the many street entertainments and endless temporary retail stalls.
The first one being an ex Routemaster Bus in the middle of the Slab Square that had been converted into a bar/pub with chairs outside. Not many folks there when I took the first photo above, but an hour or so later the alcoholics had gathered. Hehe!
There was a converted VW Camper Coffee Shop as well. Clever and original idea I thought, that was.
No customers, though.
Not surprised at the prices they were changing. I mean, almost £6 (US $7.79 AUD $10.18 or CAD $10.35 a coffee is a bit much?
There was a stall, the one on the left here: Mrs Bishops Doggy Deli that brought a smile to me face, I have to say.
I wondered if they were selling Poodle burgers, Corgi cones or Great Dane Chops?
Hehehe! Not a lot of interest was shown by the Nottinghamian shoplifters, though.
I wandered around the side streets and wondered what the Morris type dancing was in celebration of?
As the wind began to get up badly, I decided to make my way back towards the centre and catch the last L9 bus back to the excellent Nottingham City Homes Independent Living Woodthorpe Court flats, in other words, home! Haha!
The wind was blowing the trees about in the Slab Square as I took this shot of the Council House and Little John’s clock dome.
I did notice, from taking this photograph and walking to Queen Street to the bus stop, there were very few people who were not on their phones, drinking (Coffee I assumed) from large plastic cups.
The bus soon has me back at the flats, and I called into my apartment to pick up the Cox’s apples I’d bought for Olive and visited her at hers. Her son and daughter in law were there, and we all had a natter and laugh. Olive seemed pleased with these tangy flavoured apples cause they (Cox’s Pippins) are her favourite variety too.
Back to number 72, WRHD, shoes off, slippers on, medications were taken, laptop on and updated this tosh.
I asked Google for Celebration Days for today and got this list.
I’ve never heard of most of them? National Punctuation Day was there, not my strongest point.
I’ll try to remember to do one for tomorrow’s diary and see what it brings.
Got the nosh, but lost the photograph I took of it? It might be in my Lumix TZ70 camera’s memory, but I can’t work out how to get into it. Anyroad, the Quiche was disappointing, but the rest was all good.
Planned to settle down and watch some TV, but soon nodded off.