This post is one of Patti Beckert’s masterpieces. She is an excellent humour blogger from America. It is posted here with her kind permission. Patti, has gone through an awful lot of pain with medical problems, and the way she accepted the situation brought me to love her and her blogging style and content. At the bottom are some graphics I did a few years ago, from Daily Lessons she used to let me post. Thanks Patti. I hope you all enjoy this one, particularly as it contains my dreaded Mobility Scooters! Please enjoy, I reckon it’s a cracker… just like Patti. TTFN
Gang of 70-year olds on Mobility Scooters Terrorizing Orlando Tourists
The streets of some of Orlando’s most popular tourist destinations are being randomly terrorized by a gang of septuagenarians on mobility scooters. The gang, calling itself the 7 T’s, has so far escaped the law by ducking into restaurants during early bird special time, removing their gang regalia in the bathrooms, and then ordering meals consisting of 10 oz. ribeyes, a salad, and two sides, all for a portion of what they would pay after 6 p.m.
Eyewitness reports say the gang has equipped its scooters with little black flags emblazoned with the skull and crossbones design and their name, the 7 T’s. While no one has been able to pin down a member of the gang to ask where the name came from, word in local assisted living facilities is that the original seven members of the gang all had first names or nicknames starting with the letter “T” such as Throttle, T-bone and Tats.
The only other criteria for getting into the gang according to anonymous tipsters is that you must be at least 70 years old, own a relatively new personal scooter that can do at least 10 mph and the guts to run down youngsters wearing funny Disney hats. Evidently, the thrill for this gang is seeing young kids in Mickey ears cry when they are forced to drop their Shamu ice cream sticks on the ground.
The Orlando area police departments are asking all residents in the area to be on the lookout for these “Hells Angels Has Beens” as one poster calls them. Meanwhile, retired cops from New York who make their winter home in Orlando have been called in to help round up the gang and bring them to justice. One NY snowbird, a former desk sergeant from Brooklyn named Wayne McDuffy, said this about tracking down the gang, “Weah gonna find deez Joisey jagoffs, awright, if it’s da last ting we do,” and added “So waddah you lookin at?”
Professor Amadeus Grimesworthy Gives Lecture in Nottingham – ‘We must ensure a future for our children’
Created in support of the Sloshed Mr Steeden Supply Support SocietyThe Caretaker Mr Steeden helps the Professor. Who couldn’t find the shed door
Nottingham University’s Emeritus Professor Amadeus Grimesworthy PhD, EdD, DClinPsych, LPsy, and Wicker Bottom Chair Repairer, gave a speech to the Crotch Crescent Community Club Committee in Nottingham last week.
Professor Grimesworthy is involved with many Child Charities and help organisations including:
* As Catering organiser for ‘Childline’: the24 hour helpline for children and young people in danger or distress.
* As Misuse of Drugs Advisory Supplier: for the ‘National Youth Advocacy Service’ (NYAS).
* He is Funeral Options Consultant for ‘Sibs’ who support siblings who are growing up with or who have grown up with a brother or sister with any disability, long term chronic illness, or life limiting condition.
* He is currently Chief Warden at ‘Child Exploitation and Online Protection Centre’ (CEOP)
* The Treasurer of the ‘Children’s Society’: A children’s charity which wants to create a society where children and young people are valued, respected and happy.
* The Director of ‘SKSIAKW’ – ‘Stop Kids Shoplifting in a kind way’.
He arrived at the centre, parked up his Range Rover, posed for the press photographs, and entered the shed.
He was welcomed at the 11 seated Le Grand meeting hall shed at the side of the disused and fire-bombed Radford Road Police Station next to the torched police vehicle compound, and was introduced to the audience gathered, by caretaker and Association Treasurer Mike Steedon (22).
The lecture was entitled ‘We must ensure a future for our children’
“We must” he began with a stern expression, “learn from the past, and ensure the future of our children.”
“Already we have used up the natural resources of this planet at an alarming rate… and the death of our planet is imminent!”
A belch from a tattooed lady in the front row caused a little tittering at this point.
“We must coerce the Governments to reinvest in space exploration – for there is no other choice available to us, than to find a planet where our future populations can live, thrive and reproduce, for the existence of our species.”
Someone’s mobile rang out, and a voice was heard saying “Yea yea yea innit… ten spiff’s okay… alright Gaz?”.
Professor Grimesworthy continued, “So precious to the human race are our children, that nothing is too expensive or good for them – for they are our very future… their very essence must me treasured, the children are our future.”
He waited momentarily for signs of appreciation and applause from the audience that didn’t come, just a few swishing sounds from the opening of cans of beer.
Professor Grimesworthy continued again, “It is our responsibility, after the mess our and previous generations have made of this very world’s resources, to commit ourselves to providing the young of our planet, with the capability and reality of precious survival!”
Someone passed wind, and a Big Issue seller entered the hall.
At this point the door flew open, and in ran a Community Police Officer, who whispered into Mr Steeden’s ear.
Oh dear, the professors car…
Mr Steeden then woke up the Chairman, Mr Danton and whispered into his ear. Mr Danton then whispered into Professor Grimesworthy’s ear.
Professor Grimesworthy then ran outside to find his Range Rover on bricks, the wheels stolen, the music centre removed, and he saw the graffiti momentarily through the flames of the fire scrawled on the doors.
Professor Grimesworthy turned red in the face and screamed out: “The little B_____rds!”
The Chairman consoles Binaround Brenda
While they awaited the arrival of the Fire Brigade and Police, Professor Grimesworthy was comforted by a local woman, Binaround Brenda (56), then Chairman Mr Danton said ‘He would take care of her.’ The Professor complained and cancelled his next trip to Nottingham, as he drove off in a taxi.
The Chairman was last seen consoling Binaround Brenda, as she rested on his cars bonnet.
Not very good this morning, had a job to stir myself into any activity, feeling so low.
Couldn’t remember me nightmares wot I’d had this time.
I managed a cuppa and some breakfast though.
Got to go to launderette today, might meet Big John Wayne and get cheered up a bit I hope.
I was a bit disappointed when I opened the bedroom door, and the handle came off in me hand like. Tsk!
Got missen ready, un set off to the launderette.
I had to cross over the road avoid some lurking louts en route.
Mandy was there to welcome me with open arms, compassion and… well she said ‘Good morning ‘ like.
Big John arrived and we had a natter. He took a photo of nibbling me seaweed and reading me book while I using the driers.
Said me cheerio’s and hobbled back to the flea-pit come home, remembering to keep me eye out for the local yobbery.
First thing I dun was start the laptop, then mend the handle on the bedroom door… well I tool it all off proper so I couldn’t lock myself in anyway.
Luckily I had some Elastoplasts handy.
Thought I’d do a bit of blogging, then have a hobble into Sherwood to see if I could get a new bed quilt.
Received my anticoagulant test results. They’re 1.0 below target. Not to worry though, I’ve been that and lower many times before. (And hope to be so many times again – I’m not ready to go yet, ‘cause I’ve cheered up a bit yer see)
Got ready and set off on a walk into Sherwood, in search of a bed quilt.
1235hrs Be back soon.
I was, at 1239hrs: to collect me hearing aids that I’d forgot to put in, and I’d forgotten to decoke ‘em earlier too. I also collected the DVDs for the Hoapice Charity shop that I had also forgotten. Huh!
So naturally I met a woman to talk to en route, but it was a bit of a farcical conversation. Tsk!
I walked up the little hill, and took a photo as I walked down the big hill – it should have shown three ambulances belting down the hill, but they turned off before I got me camera out.
I carried on limping down and found the drapery shop (Drapery, now there’s a word you don’t hear often nowadays innit?), where a very kind lady sold me a quilt and cover, and she put the cover on for me. Not on herself you understand, on the quilt I mean. Bless her.
Then on up the hill the Nottingham Hospice Shop, and gave them the DVD’s. I’m really glad I did that, cause the weight of ‘em wus gettin’ to me, and the arthritis in the knees and feet was gerrin worse!
I limped over the road to the Holland and Barrets shop to get some pistachio bars, but they’d sold out. Tsk again!
As I passed the bank, there in front of me, was a Mobility Scooter, but it didn’t bother me, no fear at all… there was no driver on it. Hehehe!
I struggled up the hill to nearly the top of it, and decided to take a photo of the road. (Nothing to do with my needing a rest from the walking, or the oain in me knees and feet of course).
I took a photo of the Sherwood Community Police Station as I passed. There was a woman sat on the walkway up to it – I considered going over and telling her that if she was waiting to find someone manning the station, she would have to wait until Thursday.
I went there once to tell them about the local yobboes, but of course it as closed, so I used the kindly provided yellow telephone on the wall outside, but it was not connected.
I made a note of the prices for cider and wine being advertised outside the shop, not for me of course, for me Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete. (Cough)
Got back to the bomb-site about 1400hrs, started the laptop and made a cuppa, then visited the WC.
Not a good visit I must say, needed the attention of the ointment and cream.
Dream filled night with a difference, when I woke at about 0200hrs, I remembered the dream I’d just had.
When I awoke properly at 0400hrs, I attended the WC and went down to put the kettle on, I could still recall some details of it. So I got me cuppa, took me medications and gorrrit recorded here, before I forgot what bits I could remember.
Here it is:
I was in a lodging house in Skegness, having breakfast. Sat next to me, was a young lady who I was talking to. (I knew it as a dream at the time, but… well I knew).
Memory Blank Period here.
The young lady asked me if I wanted a lift into Mablethorpe? She said I could drive her car for her. No idea why, but I knew it was Ford Zepher.
Memory Blank Period here.
I was at a bus stop. I realised I was getting cash ready to pay. No bus-pass, this led me to notice I was not in pain, no walking stick, no glasses, no hearing aids… Mmmm.
Memory Blank Period here.
For some reason, I found myself being ejected from the bus on the sea-front somewhere. I ran around asking people where Mablethorpe was and how to get to it.
Then I realised I was naked, so opened a laughing policeman box, and tool his uniform to wear.
Memory Blank Period here.
I was running along the beach, and reached Mablethorpe, but there were floods preventing me getting into the town.
Then I found myself at the gallows in a prison, not as the killer, but the executioner I think.
Memory Blank Period here.
I spoke to Tony Blair, telling him I can’t hang a man whose only crime was voting for the BNP? So he reversed the position and the criminal hanged me instead, as I fell through the trap door, I was back in Mablethorpe, this time with a bomb of some sort in a Lidl carrier bag, determined to blow up the Bingo stall?
Memory Blank Period here.
I was walking along the seafront road, totally lost, but this time no running, for I was as I am now – old, unsteady on my painful feet, all my ailments had returned and limping badly, away from Mablethorpe.
Memory Blank Period here.
A car pulled up, and it was the lady from earlier in my dream from the lodging house. She apologised for not giving me a lift, drew out a Luger and fired three shots into my chest. She laughed and sped off.
I croaked out me thanks to her?
Memory Blank Period here.
I was walking (young and fit once again) up Mablethorpe main road, over the promenade onto the beach. On the seas edge, I could see my old love Grizelda, she turned and beckoned me. I ran towards her arms outstretched and so filled with joy – but stood on what I knew somehow must have been a landmine.
No one came to the funeral, I knew this because I lifted lid of the urn to have a look?
Memory Blank Period here.
Well that’s all I can recall… perhaps all I want to recall.
0630hrs: Must start to get ready for me trip to the hospital haematology for me Warfarin level tests in a bit.
I set off on my walk into town. Got about 500 yards or so, and remembered I’d not got me Anticoagulation Therapy Record Card with me. Went back to the flea-pit and collected it, off again.
Nice weather, set off again on me walk into town.
Bit of a dizzy spell on the way, but it cleared up after a few minutes.
Went in Tesco and got some bread, and for the nursed, cream cakes to go with their nibbles.
Caught bus out to the hospital, and hobbled in – the first thing I saw in the waiting area was… dare I say it? – A mobility Scooter! Arghh!!
Soon got tended to, said me farewells to the gals, and out into the sunshine again.
Caught bus to Bulwell, and searched freezer shops for chips and gravy, got some. Then to the special out-of-date cheapo shop, but they had now I fancied in.
But I did get a bargain at the cheap frozen food shop – some Microwavable pork sausages – 20 for £1-99! Walls are 6 for £2.40. Just hope they taste alright when I eat em. Crossed fingers.
Then as I was leaving, a Mobility Scooter belted passed me oh so close, mad me jump. By the time I got me camera out he was well gone. The Git!
Bus back to the hovel – no yobs around thank heavens.
Put me things away, made a cuppa and started laptop to update this load of bol… Oh, I must remember in the morning, I’ve already been today to the haematology for me Warfrin level tests instead of tomorrow, cause I wanted to do me laundry tomorrow instead of Wednesday, so I could talk to me mate Big John… I think. Clear as mud that eh?)
Feeling a bit tired now, so might try to get me head down a bit… or not as will be the case.
Got to bed late last night, still managed to get some kip, and only one getup for the WC (No blood)
I woke up with a searing pain at the left back hand side of my jaw. I gingerly moved my mouth and a sharp pain came for the first three times I tried to move it – on the forth it dissipated, and after a while, no pain at all?
Angina, back passage, Arthur Itis, Reflux valve, Ulcer and Kidneys seemed no problem at this time.
Gorrup and started laptop, kettle on and made a cuppa and pot of porridge, then off to the WC again (All okay).
The laptop had still not started when I got back – I fear the old girl might be on her last legs. (Oh dear!)
Stopped drinking tea from here on today: as I was planning to go and see my Sister Jane, and hubby Pete. I intend to take some photos when I get there, to use in creating a hopefully funny post about the visit.
Set off to the bus stop, caught bus to town.
Caught bus to West Bridgford. Poddled around the shops and bought some vegetable casserole and a rather tasty looking Mushroom Potato caramelised onion meals that appealed.
Walked to Jane’s, via a different route than normal: eventually found my way and arrived.
We had a good natter, and I remembered to take the photo’s Jane and Pete posed magnificently for them.
Took some of their new posh ceiling lamp wot they got, and the three portraits of rams on the wall. Yes, they are of a rather higher class than wot I am yer know.
Eventually I departed, for the long long walk into Nottingham, via a route passed some old haunts.
By the time I’d gone about two miles, me feet and knees were ahurtin’, and I had to find a toilet.
I took some interesting photos though.
In town, I struggled the last few hundred yards to the bus-stop, and alighted on me way back to the flea-pit.
No yobs about, thankfully.
WC.
Finished and Posted blogs, and then just had to get me head down, I wus well shattered.
Sunday 17th August 2014
Up at 0600hrs, after actually getting some sleep in for once. Just a shame I had to knacker missen walking for miles to get it. Tsk!
Still aching a bit in places, but still, at least I got some kip in.
WC, no blood.
Hobbled down and put the kettle on and started laptop.
WC.
Made a cuppa, couldn’t face eating yet. Not like me at all?
Tiredness came over me.
Pete emailed me a photo wot he took of Fuey – their lovely 89 year old in human age cat.
Took me medications, and started to create this rubbish.
I intended to do blogging (or preparation for blogging) all day. Well, I enjoy it yer know, I’m harmless really.
Started laptop, made a cuppa, Grape-nut Flakes and took medications.
Worked on preparing Woes 24, graphic creating was a problem, due to the high memory needed.
Went up and did me ablutions (No blood, very little pain, looking good).
Mansfield Road on me walk into town.
About 1215hrs, set off on me walk into town. Nice weather.
I called in the launderette to see Mandy as I passed. Well, she idolises me yer know… (Well she spoke to me anyway.)
I went into Tesco to get me wholemeal wraps.
Took this photograph from the bus as we passed me hospital. (Yer can see me camera reflection… all planned of course. [Ahem])Caught bus to Derby. Fed the pigeons, quick walk around, then caught bus to Mansfield. (Gawd bless the free bus pass!)
At Mansfield, I had a walk around the market.
Then nipped into B and M stores, got some curried beans on offer at 3 for a quid, and some porridge pots at 39p each. (By gum I live well!)
Mansfield – Arghh!
Noticed a new Mobility Scooter shop had opened (Or it has always been there but Inchcock didn’t notice?)
Started to get a bit dark, rain threatening.
Caught the bus back to Carrington and the hovel. Traffic very bad and slow, driver thought there must have been an accident somewhere in the road-works.
Mansfield – Gerrin dark now!
Just before I alighted the bus, the heavens opened.
A very soaked Inchcock got in about 1750hrs.
Started the laptop, made a cuppa (Thompson’s excellent strong brew), and started sneezing a lot?
Updated this tosh.
Made a second cuppa, and dropped the milk while doing so. Tsk!
Inchcock gets Soaked!
Noticed letter had been delivered (No I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before) Got to make appointment to go see the GP? Dang dang dang dang… what now methinks!)
I’ll nip there in the morning… oh that’ll be Saturday… do they open then? I’ll go Monday.
Sorry this issue of Inchcock Today is a bit bland, but even I can’t be having disasters every day… can I?
Inchcock is going (Hopefully) to visit his Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete today. As you can see, Pete is not a fan of shavers, razors or Gillette at all. Inchcock is excited about his trip out, and looking forward to it with great enthusiasm and trepidation. The ‘Trepidation’ comes via his dream last night about wild mobility scooters on the rampage, and his excruciatingly agonising harrowing death at the hands of one of them!
1600hrs Tuesday11th August
Yobs on street. WC. Moved upstairs, read book, watched DVD, and had nibbles.
Wednesday 13th August:
More bad dreams. Up at 0500hrs. WC.
Started the laptop. Had breakfast (Medications) and a cuppa.
Blogged and emailed for a while.
Arthur Itis, angina and lower regions not feeling too bad at the moment. The reflux valve a bit bothersome like.
WC, glad to report all well in this activity this morning – No blood, No pain.
Updated this load of true baloney.
Got ready and set out to go to Jane’s house. Very busy in city centre. Caught 2nd bus out, and had a natter with Jane and Pete.
Said I was wanting to take their photo, but I lost the plot and forgot to take it. Tsk!
Caught bus back after an hour or so, and had a walk around town, then caught bus to Derby. I had a poddle about in the Eagle Centre Market. Noticed there wus a lot lot Disabled Scooter folk about – and today they were in twos!
Folk didn’t seem too happy today, but then there were plenty of yobs around acting in an intimidating fashion.
Fed the pigeons, avoiding the skateboarders belting around – bloody school holidays!
Caught bus back to Nottingham, then bus to the hovel.
Would you believe it, straight outside the house, 6 yobs swearing threatening and kicking a football about.
I brought me laptop up to the bathroom, where I’m doing this.
Didn’t want to call the police, as last time when I did, the clot of a Constable came straight to the house and knocked on the door, while they were looking – so they knew who called em. The next day I was attacked as I went out for a walk to the chemist. I didn’t see the youths as they came from behind, but I reckon it was them.
I’d spotted a job for an American Delivery Company just starting up in Stapleford, Nottinghamshire, England, for Telephone Advisor’s. The money on offer was fenomon… phunomin.. very good.
I contacted the number given, and it was arranged for me to go on a three day assessment course, where the successful candidates would be forwarded for an actual interview.
I genned up as much as possible on the requirements for the job, and then on the day, went to the training centre where it was held on Stoney Street, and joined about 18 other hopeful applicants.
It was explained to us that the first day would be filling in forms about ourselves in great detail, and answering personal questions. The second day would be an IQ test in general. The third day, would be a language test, followed by a break, and then we would each be called into an office to be given the results, along with a computer generated ‘Personal report’, that we could use in any future job applications if we failed this one.
The IQ test, demanded an answer to each of the 200 questions. Which in my case was a little difficult as I didn’t understand half of the questions.
Still I stumble through it as best I could. After which I realised I would not be being picked to go through to the interview stage.
The second day’s test, demanded that we only answer the questions we were sure we knew the answer to. This didn’t take me long at all; I think I only knew about 20% of them, if that.
The third day we all filled in the personal answers required, and I managed to convince myself that my smattering of German might be enough, then we were sent out to have a meal, to return for our assessments in two hours.
We duly sat waiting, some nervously, awaiting our names to be called summoning us into the office. I was not concerned in the least bit: I knew for certain I’d failed.
I was the last one to be called into the office. The two chaps and one lady behind the desk were Americans, and seemed very nice and chatty.
They asked if I minded some of the (company name) bosses coming in to see me. I replied “No not at all, why please?”
The chap said that part of the (company name) policy, was to carry out an EQ level test on all applicants, they have been doing it in America for years, this was the first time it had been applied in the UK, and I was the highest level of EQ ever recorded.
Some people came in and shook my hand as if I had just won something. Then smiled and left?
Part of the Assessment report was recommended career paths for me. The top one was as a Police Officer? I’d have thought that whoever created that career might have noticed I was only 5’3″ tall to start with!
So I left the premises a might confused… no job advancement, lowest IQ test level result, highest EQ level result, and with congratulation ringing in my ear from the company bosses?
We’re a bit worried about Inchy today folks. He seems in a reasonable mood. Never mind, something is bound to bring him back down to earth with a bump. Talking of bumps, he had the one near his.. on his.. the one that appeared last month. The clinic surgically removed it last week, but he didn’t tell you about it because he was a bit embarrassed do you see. Well… the last few days really, nowt exciting enough to write about yer see…
Saturday 9th August
Oh, dear, WC visits throughout the night.
Woke up 0510hrs with cramps and fears from the nightmares I’d had..
Trundled down and put laptop on, then kettle on, then made cuppa and porridge, then took me medications… then waited for the laptop to finish booting up! Oh dear, I’m lost without me internet yer know.
Had to reboot laptop again, to get the internet going and letting me load wordpress with top bar on screen. By now, me cuppa and porridge were cold, so made another brew… While pouring it out, I had a dizzy spell, and managed to pour boiling water over me fingers. Applied water then olive oil to the tender red patches on me digits… oh, I think I swore a bit as well.
Posted Inchcock Today’s, then worked on graphics for another post.
Spent the whole day internetting on blogs and making graphics, it were grand it were.
Come early evening, I was drained mentally. (Poor old devil/thing).
Sunday 10th August
Up at 0430hrs. WC.
Laptop booted, kettle on, medications taken, WC, bowl of Grape-nut Flakes… then waited a further few minutes for the laptop to finish loading. I’m gerrin’ worried the old gal is about to conk-out… oh, lost without me internet yer know. Mind you, I might beat her to it yet.
Storms, rain and hibernation wus the order of things today.
Got no-end of blogging done again.
Monday 11th August
Up at 0400hrs, WC. (Bit of blood) A new twinge today to join me compilation of complications – stomach ache (Not the ulcer or reflux valve this time).
Laptop started.
WC visit, had to change me bandage.
Down, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Finally got me graphics finished for me ‘Inchcock’s Tips/Advice for those Approaching Old Age’ post, by gum it took ages.
I’ve been having a few more dizzy spells recently, and last night, I forgot to take me medications – this morning, no dizzies at all? Perhaps this is indicationistcal that one of me night medications might have been causing the problem – but which one? (See what a keen diagnostic mind I have today?)
Went up and dun me teggies, washed me tootsies, had a good shave, washed me horrendous torso, applied me Dermatological cream in the require places, changed me bandage, applied me ear-hole spray and took me midday medications.
Another cuppa, and I set off for the hospital. Got the bus today to town, then out to the QMC.
I wus seen to quickly, and out in half an hour or so. (No prodding or groping today – Drat!)
It wus piss.. pouring down when I got out, so instead of walking to town, I caught the bus there.
I remembered I wanted to have a look in the library for a book what Antony Beever had used for reference hen he wrote ‘Stalingrad’.
It was called ‘They Never Came Back’ by Siegfried Muhler. I hobbled up three flights of stairs and asked at the desk. The nice lady eventually told me it might be out of print. I should try a book store. So I did.
First I limped to Wesley Owen Books & Music, on Castle Gate. No luck.
Then to Waterstone’s on Bridlesmith Gate. They think it’s out of print.
Then WHSmith in Victoria Centre. No luck.
Along I staggered to Mary & Tony’s Books also in Victoria Centre – the nice lady there said she may be able to get me a copy in Romanian if I wanted?
I gave up.
Pottered around the City Centre a bit, and took a photo of the Council House – and very nearly copped it again with a Disabled Scooter nearly hitting me as I took the photo! Tsk!
Then into Tesco and got some Wholemeal bread wraps and a pack of Hunter’s sausage, and Torunska sauage. Then, after I’d paid the very weary looking chap on the checkout for them, I remembered I’d ordered a pack of Silesian sausage for delivery from Morrison’s. Well, at least I won’t have to buy any meat for the rest of the week, or even longer.
I wandered gingerly up to the bus stop, and caught the bus back to the hovel.
As I dropped off the bus, I remembered I’d not made an appointment for next week with the hospital. Ah well, it’ll give me run out another day.
I got in.
Got the laptop on, and updated this tosh.
I did some graphics in readiness for later blogs.
Went up and changed me shoes fer me slippers – the stubbed me toes on the way down stairs.
