THE ESCAPE – THE FAILURE – THE FRUSTRATION
CONTINUED…
I went down to the hair salon and got my feet done.
After briefly calling on Warden Deana, I made my way back up to the flat. En route, I decided I could get a lot done if I could escape down to Sherwood.
Food from the Ozam shop. Batteries & Anti-diarrhoea tablets from Wilko. A watch battery from the cobblers on Haydn Road, Get a flu jab arranged at a chemist. Call on the opticians to book an appointment to get an eye test & new spectacles… Oh, Yes! This, I determined would be a productive hobble…
Of course, I should have known better.
I went up into the flat and was well-pleased with myself for remembering to take the Kodak with me. 
Again, my emotions were deluding, hornswoggling me.
I got down and out to the bus stop. No one else about, I thought I’d take a photo or two of the shelter and flats…
I realised that I had left the SD card for the Kodak, on the computer! Grrr! 
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Not enough time to get up to the flat to pick up the SD card, and back in time for the bus. Which was due in 8 minutes.
I’ll have to buy one in Sherwood.
Dropped, literally, off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street. Two passers-by kindly untangled me from the
, my having fallen getting off of the vehicle courtesy of 
, and they got me back on my plates-of-meat.
This was a bad start… but things got worse later!
I hobbled along to the Ozam store first. Feeling a smidge nervous, now, and a few blasts from 
didn’t help.
It was a struggle to get around the store with the , and I ended up getting stuck at the end of an aisle, too narrow to push the trolley through, so ended up trying to lift it over the things in the aisle… An unhappy-with-me assistant came and lifted it for me. I paid my dues, and set off to the Cobblers on Haydn Road, to get the watch battery.
All of the pavements were uneven, wheel trap potholes, or had cracked tiles. Now I was even more nervous; took my time as seeing the cracks in advance, was not easy with my eyesight.
The Cobbler chap soon sorted me out… Well, as soon as he’d spent ten minutes talking to his mate.
Then I went into a shop to buy another SD card so I could take some photographs. The chap was a smidge superior speaking to me at first, but when I apologised for the shaking telling him it was due to , he said his brother had it as well and seemed to change tack with me; he was so friendly and helpful! I asked if I could take a photo to make sure it works on the Kodak. I took a snap of the chap! It worked!
Paid and departed, crossed the road, not a mean feat with he Sherwood madmen drivers on Mansfield Road I can tell Ayer!.
Hobbled up the road, and called in the Co-op store to see if they had any decent tomatoes or garden peas. They had no garden peas, and the tomatoes were a little spongy! So I left. Not responding to a beggar that is always there outside the shop.
Up the hill some more, and into the Opticians.
Who made an appointment for me for next Tuesday.
The kind lady told me to see if any of the frames on the old glasses were okay and bring it with me, to have the lenses fitted to it on the new prescription. Good timing I thought, 09:40hrs, I can catch the 0932hrs 40 bus down, hopefully getting up to the opticians in time. But, of course, this is me we are reading about, innit? I realised I’d got the Iceland order coming on Tuesday, twix 8;00>20:00hrs, after leaving the shop. All is not lost though! It is Friday lunchtime now, and I managed to change the Iceland order to Wednesday…
I limped carefully up the road to the chemists to ask about the flu jab. I did notice as arrived, that it is no longer a Lloyds Pharmacy sign above the window. Got it and asked the assistant about how I can book a flu jab. She said we don’t do them now – but the All Night Pharmacy will do them!
Great, I’d just walked agonisingly to and from yards away from the All Night Chemist, then the length of Sherwood back up to what was Lloyds Chemist, not I have to all the way back to the other end, the returned to the middle to get a bus up Winchester Street, home, hopefully!
Still, I got some more photos taken en route.
THE ALL-NIGHT PHARMACY VISIT
I hobbled into the shop… the pavements were even worse at that end of the road. I nearly had the 3-Wheeled-Walker over a couple of times getting there, and had to get back afterwards!
I asked about my booking a flu jab, and a dagger-staring look of incredulity back… “We do not do flu jabs until September!” I actually apologised for asking!
Then inquired if they sell the anti-diarrhorea capsules.
12 capsules for £4.44. No wonder Asda have run out of there’s,
They are 6 for £1.09. Same ingredients.
I started the hobble back to Winchester Street and came across this white van parked on the already damaged kerbing. I had the choice of walking on the road, or broken tiles… I opted for the cracked, broken tiles route.
I eventually got to Winchester Street and started walking up to the bus stop. Remembering that I had a watch that worked on now. 
It had gone 18:00hrs! Blimey the time had blown!
But the thought that I would soon be back in my padded cell and get something to eat spurred me to the bus stop!
According to the sign display, the next bus was due to arrive in 22 minutes. BUT! It was a 40X! Which do not go to the flats.
I started the long uphill trek up Winchester Street Hill.
I needed the exercise I suppose.
Finally, all weary and dodgy on the feet, Winwood Heights came into view! It dawned on me that I was lucky to live here… avoiding going into a home is my plan. I know it will have to come as things worsen mentally and physically. But not yet!
I took this photo of the wildflowers on Citrus Grove as I neared the Winchester Court entrance. Bootiful!
Crossed over the road and passed the bus shelter to the main entrance swipe doors…
I hadn’t noticed when I left the flats earlier in the day, that the window had been broken. I knocked on the Meridian Carers door to tell them I was back. No reply. Cause maybe I didn’t knock hard enough? Nobody about that I knew. I went through into the Winwood Heights lobby.
Through the link passage from Winwood to Woodthorpe Court.
At last, back in the flat.
Emptied the 
pouch.
Got the receipts, purchases and food put away. And hastened to make a much-merited meal. Using the smoked cooked belly pork from the Ozam store on Milk Roll Bread, with huge chunks of the not-butter butter, which I adore the flavour of!
Put some pickle on the bread, and the none-meat pies that I’d halved, and served it up!
Tomatoes and pickled beetroot too!
Meal of the week!
Flavour-Rating: 9.3/10!
I made up the route maps I used in the morning to go on here. This is the second one, with the routes walking taken.
Carer Chris appeared. No more eye drops for me. That is until we get clarification. Chris attached the night bag to
day pouch.
After eating well, I took this one photo of the evening…
Superb Nature at its finest!
Cheers!
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A few hours later, when I got around to doing this blog, I had no idea what the reasons were, except for the colour maybe.
arose abruptly.
A fourth day on the trot (Pun intended, Hehe!) of 
ruling the proceedings. A messy affair!
I was using the expensive, claiming to be the best there is, WC cleaner. And the squirted cap fell off, and ¾ of it shot out in one go! Tsk! Ah, well, that serves me right!
The left foot & ankle were looking better.
The mudslide is visibly decreasing in size
It looked light the lights were on the right car.
The morning sky was brewing up, for sunshine I think
On with the blogging photograph sorting
Made my second and last mug of tea of the day earlier than usual. Unzipped-a-Banana! Haha!
As the big one was in the laundry bag.
It looks like the being done-up house on the edge of the bottom field, had some washing out to dry. I thought they may have gone away while the house was being upgraded.
The landline flashed, but I was emptying the catheter pouch at the time, and it rang off before I could get to it.
I had to save the work, shut down the computer, and struggle to get the trousers and shoes on without help! Needless to say, it was a lot longer than 15 minutes by the time I arrived at the salon. Still, got the toenail and feet done. Paid the £25 bill. Got an appointment for the next time, but lost the card somehow. 
So I ended up buying another one while I was out; on what turned out to be a horrendously mind-bending, physically draining, full of mistakes & failures trip out!
with carrier bags on the handlebars, back home to the penitentiary!
I was in a sad state by the time I got back.