Out into the Drizzle
I arrived in town with aches and pains from the bus trip, I was already sorry I’d escaped! The bus ride was a battle between me keeping the trolley-guide from running away every time we took a corner, jammed the anchors on, went downhill, and my falling out of the seat! Harolds Haemorrhoids were stinging! I called in the Wilko store to get some of the Laundry freshener, which I did. I came out, with three of the granules, chocolate brazils, peanuts and a bottle of disinfectant.
Out in the drizzle, passing all the jolly, happy, sociable, kind, understanding, smiling, sweet-natured Nottinghamians, merrily going about their shoplifting and pickpocketing activities. Avoiding the pavement cyclists was risky!
Along Upper Parliament Street, and down King Street towards the Market Square. The wind was getting up, I was struggling controlling the three-wheeler guide, and getting the odd shower from the buses as they pulled up from the puddles. The toenails joined the piles in giving me some tender stinging as I limped down the hill.
I stopped at the bottom of Long Row opposite the tree, and took the time to just glance around, (in my Sherlock Holmesian Mode, here!), to access the mood of the Nottingham plebeians. The masks were being worn by, I’d estimate, 60% of the Nottingham great unwashed, Students, muggers etc., but I got the view that the masses, were not too content with life, but, who can blame them?
I limped across the Slab Square. I’d decided to go to the other Poundland Store on Wheeler Gate, in search of some Dettol disinfectant, and BLT sarnies. A sense of doom and gloom came over me as I crossed over, starving pigeons came down to me when I stopped a moment to try and wriggle the keet to free the toenails that had got tangled in the sock. They must have thought I was going have summat to eat, and hoped a few crumbs would fall to the floor?
I got to the slab square and noticed the large number of crows that were about. Someone had dropped some crumbs whatever, and the crows dived down attacking the pigeons? I had a good while before the bus was due, so I walked around the Council House and back along Long Row on the other side, to King Street.
The Primark Store had bouncers and staff controlling the shoplifting customers as they queued up to do some pilfering. I don’t know how the stop stays in business. I rarely go in nowadays, its a large store with escalators and stairs, so I can’t go shopping there anymore anyway. But the times in the past I’ve seen kleptomaniacs and pickpockets at work when I did shop there, was phenomenal.
As I turned up King Street to go to the bus stop, the PAvement Cyclist git it blue, came withing inched of hitting me, and seemed totally unaware of it. I hoped my taking this photo might trigger him to ask me why I was photographing him, as he chatted to a fellow food deliverer. Then I could have told him! But, no!
The three Christian singers were out again further up the road, near the Brian Clough statue, its called speakers corner. They or one or more of them are regular attenders. The chap on the right with the guitar started this singing to the Lord off first. I’ve never seen him in long trousers, whatever the weather is like?
I got up to the bus stop and took this snap as I arrived there, it is sadly, indicative of the mood of the City Centre today. Drab! I caught a number 40 bus back home, glad I did, it is much quicker than the L9.
I was tired, in pain, mangled toenails, Duodenal Donald starting to kick-off, depressed, embarrassed, and oh, so keen and ready for fodder and sleep!
It’s more like “Oh Dreary Me” with all that gray, wet and cold looking weather. But you certainly got a lot of excellent photos from your ¡estupendo escapado número cinco! Sorry pavement cyclist. You need a cane you can slip in his spokes as he’s buzzing you. “Oh deary me. You scared me and my cane slipped. Hehehehe!” Out suffering the elements to bring the word of the Lord and help save your wet heathen souls. Seems like they are trying to bank up some good works. “Oh how we suffer trying to save a few souls.” I tell you the truth. Jesus would be inside eating a hot meal and drinking fine wine with a bunch of tax collectors and other sinners.
Aye, it was glum indeed, Tim. ¡estupendo escapado número cinco! Had to look that one up, Sir. That little Canon camera is a treasure.
Ideas like your cane ploy, seemed to be fermenting on the day!
I don’t think I mention it about the Christian Clan, Tim, but they sound awful – you outclass and sing them in your videos, easily! Better songs too!
Herberts giving it some some today. Tsk!
As long as Christian Clan’s noise is joyful!
I admire their dedication, can’r hear wjhat they are singing, but odd popular one, I can. Away in a manger and the like.
A Tales of Two Poundlands, well expounded and generously graced with photos too. Even the pigeons are seeking the fastest route to an odd crumb or two. That one crow looks like it had been grabbed by a sock glide, hope it flew away without too much incident. I’ve often enough left the clerks without paying, but usually don’t get many steps away before a “Sir! Sir!” greets my near-deaf ears. I always respond with an “I knew I had forgotten something, just didn’t know what it was. Thanks for noting my miss.” My inordinately fair, near-transparent complexion makes every blush a bright magenta. 🙂
Glad you found a fast 40 bus and not a long 9.
And thanks for the words, kind Sir!
Thanks, Billum.
There were more crows in town than I’ve ever seen, for some reason, at least 20 of them. The one I caught was pigeon chasing.
Oche, your welcome, Sir! Being a deserving case.
Crows are certainly more raucous than pigeons, pigeons do not chase crows. Hmmm. Now wondering if the sock-glide on that bench was monitoring the bird folk in the spirit of dealing with ne’er do well crows.
Now there’s a thought, Billumski!
I could hire the SG to the council, to put out to scare the crows?
Maybe not…
The SG would scare more than crows methinks. Now I’m believing that an SG would make a scary Halloween costume. Gad, now I have frightened myself. Yack!!
Hahaha!
Love a laugh!
I bought dettol imported for home use because we are not allowed to buy home disinfectants in the US anymore. (Just don’t even ask. It would pain me to answer.) I remembered Dettol from South Africa where I bought it in a store to disinfect. My whole house smells like Dettol now…..(Not really, just the washing). Sending wishes for all good things only, to you, this Christmas დ
Well, I never knew that. Cindy? Curious now…
You can buy Dettol from Amazon, but will they deliver it now?
A house that smells of Dettol, sound great to me.
Thanks for the wishes, and taketh care. Nottingham had a big march by the anti-lockground mob, marching all over without masks last week – now Nottingham infections have gone up again, and we are stuck in Tier Three until January at least!
Still, I can always try another escape later… no, better not”
Hehehe” ♥