Inchcock Today – Friday 6th October 2017

Friday 6th October 2017

0245hrs: Stirred and somewhat annoyed at not being able to recall any of the dozens of dreams that somehow, I knew I’d been having?

Again the mind started being troublous to my sanity. As it wandered off on its own route, pondering on the unanswerables and valueless meandering in search of the missing clue to a blithe existence. It soon fell back into its standard regular timid diffidence mode, the moment I stubbed my toe against the Ottoman as I extracted the overweight body out of the £300 second-hand recliner. Grumph!

Into the kitchen, did the Health Checks.

I’ll not mention the weight. Ahem!

Medications were taken. Twinges from Arthur Itis in the knees and Hippy Hilda was far from happy, too. But, not complaining, for Hernia Harry, Duodenal Donald, Harold’s Haemorrhoids and Reflux Roger were all being kind to me.

I pondered on how to get to the Nottingham Goose Fair to take the photographs later in the day. I think a nice slow walk there should be done in an hour-and-a-half or so. Then an hour or so of my walking about and I can get a bus back into Sherwood and hope to catch an L9 electric-bus up the hill to the flats. Or, maybe get a tram to Nottingham and L9 bus from there? Decision making is not my most compelling attribute. Huh! I’ll have to excogitate my plans to see if they will work timewise.

Went out on the balcony to take this photographicalisation of 0530hrs morning view.

Computer turned on and yesterdays diary finished off and posted.

Perused the Emails and WordPress readings.

Read the Nottingham Email from the Evening Post, and found the police had chased a gang of five youths in a stolen Corsa, had to stop the pursuit because it became too dangerous. Later they found it had crashed and burst into flames, 200 yards from the old house. Of course, no one was arrested or even seen.

I did an order for Christmas, while I could get a delivery spot from Morrisons. Then did one for next week.

Ablutions were done and readied me for the trip to get the photographs from Nottingham Goose Fair.

A good crowd at the bus stop. But no one spoke to me, despite my efforts to get a conversation going, apart from Welsh Bill.

Into town and .caught a tram, dropping off at Asda (Walmart) to get some fish, Stilton Mini-cheddars and Wine vinegar.

This, because I realised that the Goose Fair will not be open yet. I’d arrived too early. Still, it means I should be able to get around more safely to take the pictures.

I got some Smoked Haddock with butter boil-in-the-bag type and wine vinegar.

Out of the store and up to the Fairground.

Later, I did a post with all of the photographs I took.

Had a painful hobble around.

So many food outlets, stall, vans etc. compared to last year.

Only a very few other visitors at this early hour, most of the stalls had not started setting up yet.

Other than the food ones, that is.

With weary feet, delicate innards and feeling a little dispirited, I caught a tram back into town.

The vehicle was cram-packed with Nottinghamians, and I had to stand, but it was only a short journey.

Dropped off in town and took some photographs of the Slab Square.

The shiny but unwarm sun causing problems with my photographic skills with its brightness.

The pigeons were taking a shower in the fountains.

The people around all looked like I felt, depressed, frustrated and sour!

I wonder if there is a new illness that is causing this mass dissatisfaction amongst the Nottingham folks?

I strolled up Market Street and into Trinity Square, with its rows of various eateries on either side as I walked miserably down between them towards Milton Street on my way to visit the Poundland Shop. An excellent choice of places to spend your money on eating here. Greek, Italian, West Indian, Fish & Chips, BBQ, Sub-way, French, Polish, Pub-Grub etc.

In Poundland, I got a large bottle of antiseptic disinfectant. I’ve a feeling I might need this, what with the signs of innards trouble brewing up intestinally.

Out onto Milton Street and down to Upper Parliament Street. I took a long zoomed in photo of the end of Clinton Street.

Hidden behind the crowds near the boarded up door in the closed down shop on the corner, were four chaps who seemed to be playing the same tune over and over on the instruments as they were the other day. Badly! I’d hate to be having to work in premises nearby with that unwelcome jarring, grating cacophony belting away all day long.

Got to the bus stop on Queen Street, and nearly got clobbered by this Nottingham Pavement Cyclist as she tore down the hill.

Not many folks got on the bus en route.

I was not in a good state as I walked back to the flats. Felt right low for some reason. The INR level so high I might not get the teeth done, rumbling innards, toothache, Hippy Hilda, Anne Gyna, noisy git above my apartment and Dizzy Dennis visits should not have caused this catatonic, almost dysphoric state of mind because I am used to living with them.

So why so depressed?

Got into the flat to find a note had been posted through the letterbox.

The builders need access to remove the lock to the balcony area and secure area?

This caused my already low spirits to sink further. The date you see, 13th October… the time of my long awaited (If the INR level is in the range that is) visit to the Dentist to get the teeth sorted! Why do these essential things always come at the weekend when I can do nothing (Other than forget about them by the Monday) about them!

I fell deeper into self-pity mode and frustration.

All I could force myself to be interested in now was getting something to eat and the head down.

Did the health checks and took the medications. As I was doing this, Trotsky Terence forced me into the throne room. A messy session, I knew this was coming. Tsk!

Cleaned up and got on with preparing the meal.

The spuds I’d left cooking in the crock-pot were all ready. All I had to do was open a can of garden peas and the Smoked Kippers in vegetable sauce. Yet this seemed a mammoth task to me?

Although an excellent looking plate of fodder, I didn’t eat it all. A rarity!

Took this snap of the evening sky. But I’m afraid I could not appreciate it as much as I usually might have. Feeling so down! And irritated with me for being so.

I watched more TV in a night without nodding off than I have done ever, I think. Sleep, although I felt in need of it, just did not come easily.

A lousy dream filled night when it did arrive. Humph!

Goose Fair visit Friday 6th October 2017 – Photographicalisations

Looking back, this visit was not a good idea. Old Inchcock was not in the best of health, spirits or condition. But the fool really wanted to get some photographs of the Goose Fair to put on his blog.

So he set off and caught a bus into town and a tram out to the Fairground on the Forest Recreation Ground. Of course, the idiot didn’t realise that he’s gone too early, and the fair would not be open yet, some stallholders and ride owners were not in attendance, however!

So he poddled to the Asda Store and got off the tram to get some fish to kill some time.

When he had walked back to the Forest the place was still not open. So he took a hobble around with his trusty camera at the ready, anyway.

Entering, he saw that the food outlets near the entrance were all there getting things ready to overcharge the Nottingham populace when they had returned from collecting their dole money and shoplifting.

The old Horses ride seemed ready for the Nottinghamians to arrive. I liked the running board on it, all ready to trip someone up.

There were three similar rides to this he noticed on his limp around. Six giant teacups to be spun around in?

He was very interested in these old working lorries. But annoyed that the bright cold sun was making it difficult for the old-codger to get decent photographicalisations.

He managed to take this one of the ready to go Big Wheel, turned and nearly tripped over a power cable laid across the ground.

The old galoot was impressed with this ride. He thought back to his younger days and the sad fact that he never owned a train set. The twit was already in a depressed mood with this noisy neighbours clanging and banging for the flat above his, the toothache and today, Anne Gyna giving him some lousy stick, now the clot has started looking back on his life! The Fool!

On the back row of food stalls, he noticed that despite an excellent mix of foods being cooked on the various outlets, he could not identify the origin of any of them? A wide choice on offer, though. West Indian, Chinese, Burgers, Hot Peas, Seafood, Sweets, Polish, Slushes, Ice-creams and so many BBQ ones.

His favourite food one was the BBQ Smoker Train with the oven where the engine should have been. He remembered this one from last year when he made a graphic of the photo he took then. He thought he would try to do another one this year. Funny how he can remember that when his can’t remember what he had for a nosh and forgot to take last nights medications?

As he left to catch the tram into the City and a bus to his living cube in the sky, exhaustion overcame the coffin-dodger, his innards started to rumble and grumble, wind escaped from his rear quarters, and Dizzy Dennis visited him.

The oldfangled fellow felt fatigued but glad he had got these photographs taken today for his beloved (But only by him) blog.

As he travelled in the fully ladened tram, having to stand cause it was full, he thought… “Oh… did I put me sim-card in the camera?”

Sad innit?