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I was so pleased with the effects of the Covid Jab.
That was until midday through Friday night. When Carer Maryham ♥ woke me around 06:00hrs. I’d been in agony with my right arm all night, and sleep was impossible when the 
joined in. A belated payment in pain, dizziness and the eye’s vision were blurred again. Maryham was kind to me, got the socks on, their nocturnal pouch off, and gave me the medications; bless Her.
Friday, doing this catch-up on the blog was hard work.
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Good colour urine today!
Carer Christopher called. With his help, I got myself ready by putting on trousers, socks, and shoes. Then, I went down to vote in the local elections.
Set on the long walk down Winchester Street Hill. Noticing a lot of dog-phoo en route.
This was the only short stretch of pavement that wasn’t cracked and broken. Struggled with the trolley a bit.
The first closed-down businesses are on the corner at the junction of Mansfield Road.
On my way to the Continental store, I passed another closed shop. Years ago, it was a Tesco, then a Fine Fare, and then a Trustees Bank. It is up for rent now.
Hobbled up to the chemist.
I’d got the timing wrong! Fancy that!
The appointment was for 10:15hrs, but I arrived at 09:10hrs.
The pharmacist was unhappy with me, but he fit me in anyway. I swear he smiled as he rubbed the medication on my arm after the injection. All done, I started the hobble back down to Winchester Street Hill, noting more closed shops.
Japanese restaurant.
This wasn’t closed; she opened it later.
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Vandalised.
Greengrocers as was…
Bottom of the Hill.
The long trek up the Hill.
En route, I counted the dog droppings, 28.
When I returned to the flats, I had a natter with some residents at the bus stop. Jenny, Frank, and Roger, I think. I really enjoyed this.
The rest of the day was a haze.
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Great you got out and about. Sad the state of the streets with closed shops and dog crap.
Dang painful Sir, but I still enjoyed the freedom. Buggered me up, but still. Hehehe!
Things are going downhill over here, Tim.
Here people have become lazy cleaning up after their dogs, it’s a disgrace. Now – I don’t mind graffiti – it’s tagging I don’t like – but graffiti is a form of art, that one is quite good too 🙂
I thought that about the closed shop shutters – Try to say that when you’ve had a few! Hehehe!
I’ve just looked it up on Google for Nottingham: “It is illegal to not pick up dog mess from any public place or footpath that is left by your dog or a dog you are looking after. We can issue fines of £80 to anyone seen not clearing up after their dog. If you are prosecuted in court, you could receive a maximum fine of £1,000” Is that per turd of for all othe 28 on Winchester Street, I wondered? Haha!
Feeling better today, the after effects of the Covid jab wearing off, now.
Cheers, Sir.
Glad to hear you’re on the mend. So, per turd that could be £4,000 which means the political parties are at risk, so many turds lying around at parliament house 🙂
Thank you Sir.
Loved the HMG quote, made me smile proper good. True, too!