Monday 23rd November 2015
Woke around 0315 hrs, sneezed myself awake and shivering! I didn’t think you could sneeze in yer sleep – I do now?
Feel so drained, but had to gerrup to go to the bathroom, in which I recalled some of the dreams I’d had, of course no pen in the bathroom so by the time I got, me business done and painfully cleaned up the dried clotted mess little Inchy was in, most of the recollections of the dream had gone into the ether. Remember a bit though.
Dream: I was back in the skyscraper buildings with battles going on all around as far as the eye could see, propeller driven fighter bombers similar to a De Havilland bombing, but with unknown markings, artillery fire, tanks soldiers... I don’t think I’ve had repeat dreams before, similar yes. In the bomb damaged and ravaged room I was in, I think Artillery sighting from, was part of an underground train?
Overall I was feeling a bit better this morning, not good, but better. I thought about what I had on today as I made a cuppa. Must have a bath this morning and good shave, cause last night I didn’t have either, I was so tired again.
Doctors 1000hrs for me INR Warfarin blood level tests, put the record card in me coat pocket and checked the bus-pass was there too while I thought of it. Seems an age since I’ve been out of the flat. Clinic at 1215hrs, and wondered as I now had some bread that has gone stale due to me not eating, if I could manage (weather permitting) to get to feed the ducks on the canal later? Oh, must get some bread as well.
The shakes seem to have gone, that’s another good thing this morning.
Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary.
Made another cuppa and took me medications.
Got me thick cardigan and ear-flap hat ready so as to wrap up nice and warm on me trip out. Thermal jumper, then a fleece, then me multi-pocketed sleeveless jacket, then me waterproof coat on top, and me ear-flapped hat of course.
Started this diary off and did the graphics, hard to concentrate again for some reason.
Flippin’ ‘eck, I just sneezed and I think I might have woke up me neighbours from several floors up and down! Hehe! Nearly fell out of me chair!
Started doing graphic in Coreldraw and got in a pickle with it. For some reason it had stopped me exporting and the layers moved on their own?
Gave up!
Did find a funny that appealed to me though, hope you like it folks:
Got the big bag and put me laundry into it ready for the morning when BJ lifts me to launderette. Did this now in case I fell asleep later when I got in like. Tsk!
Had a bath but didn’t get a good soak, too risky. Cleaned and medicated the needy parts of me anatomy: Knees, hands, rear-end and Little Inchy.
The odd sneeze, but they were getting less frequent now. Took the rubbish to the chute and got well clobbered up, ventured out to set off on me way into town and the clinic and possibly the canal if I have time to feed the ducks.
I called into the community shed and Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were both in. Told them about the temperature only being 55º F, and asked if someone could possibly call and explain properly how these storage heaters work for me please. Deana called someone then told me that someone was calling on Wednesday so make sure I was in all day.
This meant I was a tad late setting off so I decided I’d need to catch a bus instead of walking all the way to the GP for me INR Warfarin level test.
Unfortunately, I stopped en route to take a photograph of the Allotments down the hill.
Walked on down Winchester Street hill 
managing to just miss the bus.
Plodded on up the hill.
On the way another of the infamous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists belted passed me from behind making me jump a bit.
I had me camera in me had from earlier 
so managed to catch the little varmint on film.
It’s not as if it was busy with traffic was it?
If they are too scared to use the road, they shouldn’t be on a bike should they?
Over the hill and down into Carrington and into the GP surgery. Booked in and got me crossword book out.
The nurse called me and soon had me blood taken.
Out and waited for the specialist nurse to call me to have a look at me rear-end situation. After much prodding poking and digging she said things are the same and she was going to give it another few weeks before deciding if the strangulation procedure was needed. I left some nibbles for the gals when I gave them me request for some extra Codeine Phosphates.
Out and aught the bus into town dropping off at Victoria Centre shopping mall, where some of the new buildings were now revealed ready to open later.
This one a new American noshery it seems, called Coast to Coast.
Possibly it’ll be another one where 
you’ll need a mortgage to get a cup of coffee from?
Walked into the slab square where the Christmas stalls and rides were now trading, the Ice Rink was nearly ready to open.
As I walked down King Street a crowd of folk had gathered with what looked 
like stewards watching over them, then I spotted the Fire tender beyond them when I took the photo.
Transpired there had been a Fire Alarm somewhere in the Council House, where a wedding was taking place.
As I made me way to the clinic the Groom was returning to the registry 
office carrying his new bride with him!
Up to Angel Row and into the waiting area.
Presented me card and was ushered straight in? Never had that before!
This time I had new faces investigating me lesion on Little Inchy.
Much later when all the “Oohs and arghs” and hidden giggles suffered they said continue with the same cream. I told them I had none left – the tall woman said “Oh, we haven’t either… we’ll order some, it must be kept in the fridge you know this one? Told me to all back Friday when it should have arrived.
Feeling a bit sore from the prodding pulling and poking, I walked back to the slab-square. Decided the ducks will have to wait for their treats, due to me discomfort in me lower regions.
The stalls, food outlets and rides were all up and running now, but not many of the folk were showing much interest yet.
My knees were doing well today. Just as well, cause Little Inchy was giving me some stick after being examined in-depth. Hehe!.
I was soon on the L9 bus, timing was right for once to catch it.
Again somehow although I nodded of three or four times on the journey back, I woke in time to get off at the right bus-stop – but felt drained.
The rest of the day was wasted – nodding off, Cuppa, medications, WC, nodding off, WC, bite to eat, nodding off… you get the idea, I was kaput! Humph!
Woke around 0130 hrs, having fell asleep so early last night like.
To the WC and lost a few minutes of the day on the throne, went into the 
opening the widow and straight own outside to the car park.
Got on the wrong one – dropped off in Sherwood and caught a ‘normal’ bus into town’.
direction of Birmingham.
Once I was on lower ground the winds dropped a lot thankfully and although nippy in town the sun still tried to come out and the snow and rain dissipated altogether.
I walked down Clinton Street to the store.
Came out and wandered through the Christmas stalls and into the book store down the way a bit.
weather as I had been warned by other tenants who’d lived in the flats for years – so I allowed myself to buy two more books!
Got on the L9 and some timetables were near the driver and I grabbed one. As the bus passed near Bentinck Court, I took photographs though the bus window as we passed by them.
They have just been modernised and updated. They are the same as us, for the elderly 
I WC’d, put the fodder away and feeling a bit perkier I made some nosh.
Got down in time for the bus into town.
Old Fooey, bless him somehow knew I was there and came over for a fuss – this amazed Jane and Pete, the poor old cat being partially blind and almost deaf with arthritis as well..
Took a photo of ladies bags on display while I was in there, for the Troll Free Zone gals on Facebook.
opened and the skating rink was almost ready, think it was due to open later today.
Clinton Street. Good job me knees were in good nick otherwise I might have got knocked off me feet by the many Nottingham shoplifters… what am I saying, shoppers I meant… rushing around in search of early bargains in the shops.
Settle down to update this diary and started shivering a bit, and the wind was belting into the flat again then the rain started.
Went to make another cuppa and the view from the kitchen window was startling, so I tooketh a photograph of it.
He then helped me get the mat laid properly. I gave him his birthday present. He agreed to pick me up next Tuesday to go to the launderette and departed.
Started the graphics for me latest post.
Took me hours and hours, to get them something like right, but I enjoyed doing them like.
Beefy oven chips, chilli with black bean sauce and the last two cheesy cobs, followed by orange jelly and spray-cream.
Breaking News:
Poddled to Wilko’s and got some tape, half-price Dettol spray disinfectant and asked a lady if they had DVD cleaners, she pointed the directions out to them for me but when i to where they should be on the shelves there were none. 
park and walked up the footpath to the top.
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At last set about putting the last touches to Marissa’s graphic and here it is.
Woke at 0410 hrs, feeling a bit sorry fer missen again. Coughing, Little Inchy a mess, and finding it hard to concentrate for some reason?
Out to the bus stop and I ‘d missed the City bus. So I caught the one to Arnold instead, of course this meant I wouldn’t get me artificial flowers today.
in the shelter and caught a bus into Arnold and called at the Asda superstore.
Got back just as the rain started in earnest.
Had a good read while waiting for it to finish, about an hour.
Put the kettle on and noticed out of the kitchen window far away, two large birds with what looked like pink plumage on a roof…
The rain started to get serious and the wind joined in.
I needed to make room in the freezer for a big bag of chips on offer I’ve got coming tomorrow, so took a look at what was in there to use.
Set me plate out and this is how it looks.
Out and into the kitchen for a cuppa to take me medications with.
cupboards! Opened a cupboard door and was hit in the mush by the cold blowing draught coming through and out into the kitchen.
Finished yesterdays diary and posted it off. Started this one and did the graphics for the header and thought of the day.
Got me nosh, last of the BBQ sausages, beef pasty beetroot and garden peas. 9/10 for this one.
Dunc posed looking out of the kitchen window. The light wasn’t too good but I caught him looking rather thoughtful I thought?
Grabbing one of the potatoes I’d just bought in the kitchen.
When the film had finished they were cooked nice and brown. Had the last few of the Anya potatoes and two chicken drumsticks with them.
