Tuesday 17th April 2018
Scottish Gaelic: Dimàirt 17mh Giblean 2018
0235hrs: Woke up, pandiculated gently, awaited the brain to join the physical body puhtceared a while (Plenty of worries fears and hassles to reflect on). Duodenal Donald reminded me of his presence.
All sorted now, I went to do the Health Checks first.
I got on with sorting the Monday Diary out then. A big job with me having taken so many photos on my little trip out, and not having done any work on it when I got home either. It took me until around 0700hrs to complete the job and get it posted.
Made a brew of tea and took two pictures of outside from the kitchen window. One straight ahead and one upwards to the right. I must get out for a hobble through the beloved Tree Copse. Decent looking morning, mind.
Cloudy, but much warmer forecast for today. Which is good news with the cladding installing being a long way off yet?
Had a look at the comments. Didn’t take long, only two on today. More will follow, I’m sure.
Then, onto the WordPress Reader. Plenty on there today to enjoy.
Have to stop now, time for the ablutionalisationing session. Turned off the computer.
Not the foggiest what it means.
Got the ablutions sorted and took the bags to the rubbish chute – put the cleaned empty jars in the carrier to drop off at the recycling bin on the way out.
Off to the Obergruppenführeress Wardens Hut, via the glass bin.
Welsh William, Roy and two ladies in there when I arrived. Soon to be joined by Cyndy, Penny, Ruth and others. We all seemed to have a good gossip and laugh. On the bus, I sat behind Cyndy, Margaret and Penny, and the nattering continued with the lady bus driver, but I could not join in, I couldn’t hear what was going on. Hehehe!
The old Palais De Danse ballroom looked in a sad state.
I got to the store and found that they had not got any of the red thins in stock, so I bought a packet of white ones to try out. Went a bit
A step nearer bankruptcy now, I exited the Aldi shop to go to Tesco.
I got to Tesco and ended up buying nothing, they had no scones or Pork Knuckles in stock.
So I wandered out of the store, to be followed by two security men.
As I stopped and looked back at them, they just stared at me? Then shadowed me to the doors. Most peculiar!
I hobbled along to and down Clumber Street. I’ve never seen so few people on it.
I meandered down High Street, onto South Parade, the Poultry and Pecks Lane, St Peter’s Gate and Albert Street. Slipped the Big Issue seller some dosh and into the M&S store down to the food hall. Where I spent madly again. Chunky chips, triple-coated chips and french fries, Breakfast tea bags and butter biscuits.
I went up the escalator and out into the fresh air, and it was starting to blow a bit now.
As I was stood on the steps, right old Dizzy Dennis paid me a visit. So I stood there a few minutes to regain my balance. I think I must again, have looked white as two ladies asked
I thanked them and said I was okay. Which by then I was. The equilibrium returned, and I set off to the Poundland store, on Wheeler Gate. I’m not sure, but it seemed to me that these two officers did not move at all for ages, as if they were statues? I felt more clearer-headed as I hobbled along, though. I got diverted into the Sainsbury local store, to see if they had any of the seaweed sheets in stock. I came out with Quavers, Marmite rice cakes and seaweed added to the weight of the bags.
To the Poundland shop, and had a wander around there. Ending up with Choc biscuits, Pork Farm pies and nibbles for the social in the bag. I was so glad to see some of the Pork Farm pies on sale, they have not had any for months now. I got an extra one for Penny. I remembered talking to her about these last week, and her saying she loved them too.
I strolled, albeit limpingly around the slab square for a while.
The wind was kept blowing with strong gusts and then dying down again?
The Nottinghamians wandering around with their mobile phones and pots of coffee, all
I took a photo of some of the Fothergill Watson designed buildings on Long Row.
So much of his best work has already been demolished all around Nottingham now.
Without a doubt, the most sadly missed will be his Black Boy Hotel, on Long Row.
Those still remaining, are worth viewing, just for their elegance and handsome designs.
I again, as the only person to get on the bus when it arrived late.
I was overjoyed when a crowd got on at the first stop, and Penny was amongst the passengers that got on. Bless her, she sat next to me too. This gave me the opportunity to hand her the Pork Pie treat. Over the moon when she thanked me and said she would love it.
Along with the lady on the seat in front, we had a jolly good chinwag en route.
Off the bus, we walked to the flats and up in the lift. Said our farewells as Penny got out, and I returned to the apartment. She said she was going to Derby tomorrow and would have a look at the disabled shop in the market, to see what ‘Pick-up sticks they had in stock for me. Bless her!
Did the health checks first, in case I forgot later. (I’m learning, Hehe!).
Had a wee-wee. Took the medications. Back for another wee-wee (Hello?)
Too drained to do any work on the computer. But with the dreaded blue screen coming on when I closed down earlier, I did start it to see that it worked, and it did start up.
My eyes were too big for the head, again!
But, what I ate of it, went down well.
Rated this one as a 9/10.
I soon fell asleep after I’d washed the pots settled down. Quickly as a matter of fact. Very early.
I woke up around 2200hrs, got up, had a wee-wee and made a start on this diary.
Wow! The blue screen of death. I hadn’t seen that in a million cyber years. I’ve been really busy between conferences and a bunch of work at the office, so I haven’t been able to comment. Great looking dinner.
I understand Sir.
It shook me seeing it, Tim!
Hoep things don’t get too hectic for you.
Cheers.
Nottingham, oh how I loved thee. My birth town.
Changed over the years, but I expect everywhere has?
I hope your memories are inspired by the photos. Mine is when I take them, some good ones too.
Cheers, thanks.
Yes, family have sent photos over the years, and I could see loads of visual changes. Thanks for the post, nice to see.
Cheers, you’re welcome Sir.
You have some lovely buildings in Nottingham 🙂