Saturday 1st April 2017
German: Samstag 1 April 2017
All I was doing was walking from one pool and bench to the next, the whole world seems made up only of reproductions of this little scene, the pool or mire and bench with moss all around.
At each plot, I’d get out one of a seemingly never-ending supply of yellow dusters and would wipe the damp slime off of the bench at each stop, then move on to the next. I felt calm and contented and this went on all through the dream which seemed to go on for hours. Like a scene out of Hound of the Baskervilles scene repeatedly? So real it felt.
0400hrs: Arose out of the surely on-its-last-legs £300 second-hand recliner and nearly toppled over, so bad was my balance for some reason? I smiled to myself and thought, well you have been walking all night through the soft muddy bog. Hehe!
Made a brew and visited the porcelain throne – bit different this morning, much bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold and Little inchy was very sore. Anne Gyna just letting know she was there, but not too bad at all. Arthur Itis fair as well.
The computer turned on and got the Saturday post finished and posted. Made a start on this one.
Did some Facebooking.
Created and posted some fun graphics in response to Paul Winterbourne’s posts for a bit of fun.
WordPressed a while, then tended to the ablutions in readiness for my planned 2-mile hobble into the City Centre.
Which didn’t happen!
Due to the fact that when I went down and had a gossip with some residents in the Foyer, the rain and wind were stronger than ever and I decided on catching the bus instead. But, I then realised the first bus going to town was not for an hour! If you’re confused at this stage, I’m not surprised, so was I!
So I took a walk up the gravel hil
Watching some of the dogs taking their owners for a walk and game of fetch-the-ball – Or not, which I enjoyed.
The rain had eased off a little by the time I approached the bus stop.
Not many folks about yet.
Inquired of one of the salesmen lurking about waiting to pounce, about the level one training course and how much do they cost and where and when held.
He was good this salesperson, he had me signed up for Tuesday 11th April at the shop for an hour one-to-one learning hour about the camera, he’d sold me the lesson, a spare Lens cap and Lens cleaner and I was £90 lighter, all within ten minutes!
Confused as to how he did that, I paid the man and exited the store.I nipped as quickly as I could through the rain and into the Victoria Shopping Centre and into Boots.
I nipped as quickly as I could through the rain and into the Victoria Shopping Centre and into Boots. Where I joined the massive queue to ask someone about the costs of buying one of the Do-it-Yourself INR blood Test machines, tabs and needles. But I gave up patience after ages and left the queue as there was only one woman at the eight service counters!
Which is just as well, because I search the details on the internet when I got back:
Passing one of the sets of escalators that had a mannequin hanging between the up and down steps.
I thought it was original, never seen one like this before. Of course, it could have been a woman hanging there? Hehehe!
The little scallywags… Ahem!
Had to get a nip on to catch the bus, managed it with seconds to spare!
Back in the flat, no calls to the porcelain.
Put the fodder and camera extras away.
Computer turned on and did the Anticoagulation machine search.
Made a cuppa and got the chips in the oven.
Added the beef pie later.
Rang Olive to see how she was going. Not too good, but she’s allowing me to call on her in the morning.
Checked the TV magazine and realised I’d failed to get one for this week when pout shopping earlier, so I won’t know what I’m missing when I fall asleep. Hehehe!
Got the meal served up. A nice 9.2/10.
And, the Bank Manager informed me he was being transferred to a different branch and a new manager would be in situ next week! I was now back in a depressed, sorry for myself and Duodenal Daniel pain giving condition… oh, and discouraged with life and it’s pitiful Whoopsiedangleplops it brings me; at the very thought of my having to go through the same process of humiliation from scratch with the new manager! Mortified!
Duodenal Daniel kicked off almost immediately, then Anne Gyna joined in.
Not happy, not comfortable and perhaps unconsolable? Poor old chap, Hehe!
Trying to concentrate watching the TV later was neigh impossible with the pains, distraughtness and feeling worried and a bundle of nerves so suddenly.
Humph!
It actually rained here all day today. My photos for today looked a bit like yours — rainy and foggy, but mine have a pterodactyl and there are no buildings on the levy — only minor differences. Are you sure that wasn’t one of those live mannequins hanging for tips? Considering that the vast majority of mannequins in stores are of women, I’m surprised the PC folks haven’t changed the name to “womennequins”. Your “Groundhog Day” like dream reminds me that, because of my Welsh ancestry, my Viking wife calls me a “bog dweller”! It’s become a badge of honor. It seems the bogs were one of the few things the Vikings couldn’t get their ships through. Or so I’m told. Chips and beef pie. Yum!
I liked all your photographicalisations. The pterodactyl was apt.
The bottom one was well done, my favourite one methinks.
I’ve got a bit of Welsh in me Sir. Dad told me that some distant relative lived in Aberfan.
I did enjoy the pie and chips. But the weight is ever increasing this week. Tsk!
The mannequin hanging above the escalators had people looking up at it and tripping as the got off of the moving steps, I did larf! Hehe!
Cheers.
OMFG they still can’t get the freaking postcode right!!! Would sure be nice if they could get their ducks in a row so the whole situation could be sorted.
Annoying innit gal?
Now I have to face a new manager on Monday, and explain everything again.
Another thing pet, why is it that mail always arrives on a Saturday to give you more time to fret over it during the weekend when you can’t talk to anyone or do anything about it?
Hehe, just a thought. TTFN taketh care.
murphy’s law I suppose :/
That flipping Murphy! Haha!