Sunday 12th November 2017
Scots Gaelic: Didòmhnaich 12 Samhain 2017
I think it might have been an organised pyrotechnic display. The fireworks were coming from the City Centre or close to it, and some amazingly large shows.
These four on the right, were the best of those I could manage to get.
While I was up, I made a small mug of the extra sharp tea, watched the display a little longer, then returned to the recliner and settled down again.
I soon returned to sleep mode, without any difficulties.
0300hrs: Stirred again, and wobbled off to the Porcelain Throne.
No bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold yet, and I think that Trotsky Terence is weakening now, too.
Took the med
Pain-gelled the knees wrists and hands.
Had a guzzle of the Duodenal Donald medicine.
The Health Check readings seem to be up and down a bit this week?
Still, I might be feeling a bit low again spiritually, but healthwise things seem good?
I got the camera and took this view of the scaffolding and stuff, that caught me out again when I saw it there on the balcony. Hehe!
Thought I’d do a Good Morning photo to you all. Now, this you’d think would be a piece of cake? Just giving a thumbs-up sign? Believe me or not, but Arthur Itis and Cramp Colin decided that the thumb would stay in this upraised position for over an hour, before releasing it. It didn’t half make typing hard! Hehehe!
I’m looking forward to going to the Remembrance Service in Daybrook later. Just so I can show my appreciation of what they had to go through, and those that still are.
I got the Saturday Diary concluded and sent off. Then made a start on this one, up to here.
Onto the WordPress Reader. Then comment responses.
Facebook catch-up again. Hope it doesn’t go low on me again, here goes… It froze. Turned everything off and back on, it worked for a while then started sticking. Huh!
Onto CorelDraw and made a graphic to use as an Inchcock Today top photograph. Hopefully a comical one about a dungeon prisoner (Me) and a buxom wench? I shan’t put it on until I use it, cause it might spoil the humour later.
I checked the Emails next.
Sister Jane rang me to remind me of the Service. That was very good of her.
Health Checks, then I did the ablutions, got dressed and set out up into the Park and down onto Mansfield road. Along to the Church in Daybrook.
Why, do you ask have I not supplied any photographs? That is because I left the camera, mobile phone and hearing aids in the flat. Grumph and Cobbleturds!
I could hear none of the Fathers words. The Church was full. There were no free seats nearer the front. Still, it wasn’t the Christian aspect I went for I have to admit. It was my conscience only that I go to appease, to offer my thanks for their contribution to the wars past and present.
I did bump into (literally) a chap called Eric Hopkins (I’m almost certain), who I knew years ago as Sergeant Hopkins. His voice could be heard from the far end of the parade ground and had lost no volume over the years. I respected him then. Listening to him, it sounded as if he had lost none of his principles. He started telling me what he had been up to over the years in between. But was summoned by his family to fetch the car to lift them home. But that ten minutes or so, made me feel a part of society and wanted, somehow. As I left to walk back, I saw that his wife with the family was a girl called Margaret, who I had desires for as a youth! Strange feelings.
The walk back was full of memories. As I went through Woodthorpe Park, it was full of dogs taking their owner for walks, and I felt a clot for not remembering the camera.
As I got inside the flat, Dizzy Dennis, and Duodenal Donald both visited me. A summons to the Porcelain Throne proved the Trotsky Terence had fooled me earlier; The Trosky was back again!
I opened a tin of chopped tomatoes, seasoned them with basil and a sprinkling of regular table salt. Got them in the pan ready for warming. Made sure the streaky smoked bacon was handy and got the oven warming up prepared.
Had a perusal of the TV magazine to see if owt worth bothering watching was on the gogglebox.
Cunningly (I thought) I cooked the bacon crispy in the oven, then added it to the seasoned tomatoes in the saucepan for ten minutes on simmer. Thus the bacon flavoured the fruit and became limp and less bother to incisor tooth, Suzie when masticationalising it.
Although I knew that is was so nippy outside, the view from the window was beautiful.
I put the TV on, and started falling asleep and nodding off. Tsk!
Nice graphicalization of the Exorcist photo. The Albuquerque police force is down from 1100 to 800 or so. The City has a hard time keeping officers who can make more money in other states that don’t have the crime problem we do. The other problem is, when officers end up having to shoot perps, the officers are often charged with murder, and while they almost always are found innocent, or the charges get dropped, their lives are ruined. Fire works at 0115? Seems quite annoying no matter who is doing it. Great photos of the pyrotechnics. Full church? Was it because of Armistice Day or is it always full? We noticed that many of the churches we visited in France in 2013 were full each Sunday. I found that surprising. Too bad you forgot everything. Good idea to make a sort of bacon soup. Looks good.
Thanks, Tim.
The police are having it bad all over I think Sir. The crims are getting away scot-free because when the police do have to use force so many riots break out. Protest marches etc. It worries me as it gets worse, the namby-pamby brigade are winning over here. And nobody seems to recognise the dangers. The Government to keep costs down is encouraging judges not to imprison offenders, killers are getting 10-year sentences and are often out after three or four of them. No deterrent left. You got me going there! Hehe!
When I went to St Paul’s Church on the wrong week a couple of years ago, I went in any way. Of the approximate 280 seats, only 28 or so were occupied. But each year for the Remembrance Service it is crammed full with many standing.
That surprised me about the French churches.
Crossing the fingers with the INR blood test – just hope I can get the reading in time and of course, it will be in the range – then hope that the dentist can fit me in!
I can get depressed you know! Hehehe!
Cheers.
Typical right wingers: They know the cost of everything but the value of nothing. Here, they wiped out mental health facilities, now they blame mass shootings on the mentally disturbed! During the Obama administration, they had shit fits about Hillary Clinton over the lack of support for the four killed in Benghazi, yet ignored the fact they’d cut back the money available for those support forces earlier.
I know whee you’re coming from with this, Doug. I share you anger and frustration mate. Cheers.
Wonder what the celebration was with the fireworks that woke you. That was an interesting encounter you had at the service, too bad you didn’t get more time to catch up, but was still a lovely meeting. <3
Hi Corin.
On the night of November 5th, throughout Britain, we commemorate the capture of Guy Fawkes with bonfires and fireworks, and by burning an effigy of Guy. The failed Gunpower plot in 1605, to blow up the Houses of Parliament Gunpowder Plot and Guy Fawkes. Of course the reason for the celebration is lost to many now, and it is just another excuse for fun, games and pleasure. These fireworks were a belated one. But they were good.
I realised long after that I had not asked Eric for a telephone number or email, but he seemed so glad to be telling me of his exploits and I was so interested I forgot to.
Not so good this morning, a new ailment, back pain, I’ll have to think up a name for this one. Hehehe!
Thanks flower. ♥
Oh yes, I have heard of this celebration. People are prone to replace meaning with revelry. I understand about back pain, I am a constant sufferer, hope yours improves soon <3
People are prone to replace meaning with revelry. What a excellent statement, I wish I’d thought of that one, Corin.
Thanks muchly.
XXX.