Tuesday 15th May 2018
Scottish Gaelic: Dimàirt 15 Cèitean 2018
0400hrs: I stirred into imitation life and waited for the brain to join me. First thing I observed was an extraordinarily detailed and mostly readable scribble on the notepad. It related to an odd dream I’d had last night. (Most of them are strange though, aren’t they?) I used this later on, in updating the Monday diary.
I had to move a bit sharpishly to get the Health Checks done and updating, as I did not want to be late for the bus for the Melton Mowbray Market visit with some other tenants. This will be a hopefully happy dépaysement for me.
No pleurodynia pains today. Got on with the Helth Checks.
The sphygmomanometer was taking many efforts to get it to work and coming up with EE (Error) messages on the screen.
A call to the Porcelain Throne had to be responded to. A good session, no bleeding from Haemorrhoid Harold at all!
Back to the hemadynamometer, which operated first try this time.
The pulse is a bit low again. As for the tea, most enjoyable.
I got on with updating the Monday post. Made a graphic to use in the tale of the dream. Got it completed and posted off.
Began on this one up to here. Time to get the ablutions tended to.
All readied, I kerfuffled, grubbled and fumbled around with much ingemination, and eventually got, what I hoped would be everything needed for the little bus ride and the visit to Melton Mowbray Market.
Arriving in the lobby, to find nobody around. Then wondered, had I make a Whoopsiedangleplop over the timing?
I took an amble outside to take some photographs.
Back into the foyer and sat doing a crossword. Others arrived, led by Jenny. We all had a natter for awhile, and the mini-bus arrived. A new Ford Transit, about a 14-seater. We mounted, got out seat belts on and soon we were off travelling.
Considering how annoyingly uncomfortable and hard the seats were, the draught coming through the open sunroof creating an annoyance, and enjoyable to listen to nattering from the other, I don’t know how many other residents from both Courts: I fell asleep in seconds.
I woke up as we drove by the Nottingham City Homes flats in Sneinton. By the time I’d got my camera out, we had gone by them. The seats, the seats with an inbuilt hatred for Haemorrhoid sufferers, ensured that no more nodding offs occurred for the rest of the journey.
Jenny was in good form, I love listening to her tales and always end up smiling to myself when I hear them. And, she asked if the sunroof could be closed when others asked her.
Luckily, I had taken some codeine with me and took two, which helped diminish the pain level from the rear end, a tad.
Jenny had it all in hand when we arrived in the coach park in Melton. She aided us all to get off the bus and reminded us that if we feel a little strained or drained, the bus will be here and open for any of us to call back to and have a nap. (I knew she was aware of my tendencies to nod-off and fade in the early afternoons, bless her.) I was well impressed with the gals and guys at the speed with which they all shot off. I followed in their wake so I could find out where the Market was. I caught up with them at the Pelican lights, and Jenny pointed out which way to go to the market.
Frank was over the moon at seeing there was a Wetherspoon pub located nearby, just over the road from the bus park. His wonderful smile lit up, and I had to smile too. Bless him.
We all split up, and I made my way to the market.
I kept meeting up with Jenny and Frank as I hobbled around the market street. I think they might have thought I was haunting them. Hehe!
I did get a pair of dark trousers that were my odd-size. Short legs, wide stomach, Hehe!
I ambled around, going up alleyways and side streets, I was amazed I didn’t get lost.
I decided not to buy any Pork Pies until after I’d perused all the places selling them. I did have a look at the Dickinson & Morris shop to see what they were offering.
The only other ones on sale were at a Market Stall, but they had some pork pies without tops or lids and had squashed extra-strong blue Stilton cheese in place of the crust. £5 each.
I met again with Jenny and Frank, who were sat outside a Caffé Nero. Jenny invited me to sit with them for a while, and a lovely natter ensued. One of the tenantesses from Winchester Court joined us for a while.
I had a limp around outside the market area and came across the River Eye. A shallow river near a Rest Home and the Memorial Gardens.
I did take a picture of the waterway, but it seems to have gone off into the ether, for I could not find it on the SD card in the morning when I started this update?
I decided to fetch the Pork Pies. Finding the Dickinson & Morris Ye Olde Pork Pie Shop to get a £4.95 pie, and then the market stall to purchase a £5 stilton topped pork pie was surprisingly easy for me.
Once I had these purchases in the bag, hunger pangs arrived. I called into the Iceland store and bought a bottle of fresh orange juice, mini pies, and some cheese-topped cobs.
This simple meal went down so well. I sat on a bench outside the shop and sat there for ages, slowly enjoying this feast in the sunshine. Had to keep the hat on though, shame.
After the agony from Haemorrhoid Harold at getting back up after so long a sit, I meandered back towards the bus park and thought about going into the Mobility Shop there, to see if they had any picker-uppers for sale.
But was put-off when I saw a dirty-great big bloke in blue overalls coming out of the place. Slash scars on his face, tattoos everywhere, dark, sinister eyes, a twitch in his left eye, rings on his ears, nose, and lips… eurgh! Put me right off that did!
I noticed some activity near the bus at the other end of the park. It looked like they were a lot of us old folks ready to go home, (I was!).
I joined them and soon got seated and belted up ready. Haemorrhoid Harold was burning and stinging away at me! Hehe! The rest of our party were assisted by Jenny to get settled and soon we were off, back to the place we all call home.
As the driver bloke reversed out of the parking space, I took this photographicalisation.
I was listening to the conversations that I could make out the others were having… I’m not sure how long it took, but it felt like seconds later, I fell asleep.
I woke to find the bus had pulled up and folks were alighting with the help of Jenny. Missed the trip back there, didn’t I?
The driver dropped the Winchester Court folk off first, then went down to Woodthorpe Court to release our clan.
I realised as I stirred and got ready to get off the bus, that I had not taken any photographs as I had intended, of Jenny and Frank. Humph! Schlemiel!
The first one I thought was the bestest of all the three.
I pointed out after taking it that it looked like Frank was indicating something naughty. Hehe!
The clan were all eager to get back to their flats, no doubt all for different reasons. I imagine some would be requiring the use of the porcelain throne, a cup of tea or coffee?
Or like me, desperate to check if I had left the tap running again or not! I Hadn’t, Phew!
I took the last shot of Jenny with the driver. Nice effort I thought, considering how tired I was.
Some words were shared, but the brain just cannot recall what was said, now. Klutz!
When I got in, Herbert above was clattering away on and off until 2006hrs! Which prevented me getting to sleep, despite how shattered I felt.
Still, no need to make owt to eat. Did the Health Checks. Had a wash, utilised the Porcelain Throne, had a rinse, changed into jammies and got down to watch the TV, thinking this would get me off to sleep.
I even had the headphones on when I heard another clatter from Herbert, it surprised me, just as I was drifting off again, too!