Market Street (Above colour photograph) started out as a narrow alley called Sheep Lane but due to its limited width quite a few accidents happened, pedestrians going up meeting carts coming down caused people to be squashed against the sides – usually resulting in blood stains on the floor and wall.
This led to the locals referring to it as Blood Lane.
When it was widened (civic improvements in 1866) the aim of the Gentry was to name it Theatre Street, because it led from the Market Square to the Theatre Royal.
The market people had other ideas and the night before the official unveiling some of them unscrewed the sign and replaced it with one stating Market Street.
The following day was market day and everyone, the Gentry and the market people, congregated at the bottom of the widened Sheep Lane for the opening ceremony.
The Mayor pulled on the cord to revel the new sign and proclaimed the new roadway to be “Market Street”, even though a portion of the assembled crowd – mostly Gentry – complained; but they were heavily outnumbered, and tried to point out the Mayor’s error when it was already too late.
There has been 128 murders recorded on Sheep Lane/Market Street.
Next in this series: The Elite Cinema – Upper Parliament Street.
Woke around 0520hrs. The little Inch had been bleeding again – cleaned it up.
No memories of dreams at all – just know I had them and didn’t like them.
Got up feeling confused and still tired and got the laptop on.
Replied to some emails and messages then set about starting this diary and realised I’d not made a cuppa!
Put that right and took me morning medications.
Awaited arrival of fodder delivery, and did some shredding while I waited.
Soon had a big bag of stuff made up for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
send.
Set of on a walk into Sherwood with it.
As walked from the flea-pit to Mansfield Road I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the pavement.
I know we have crop-circles all over the world, but Pavement Circles was a new one to me?
It had just stopped raining, but I don’t know if that had anything to do with them?
Odd that, I’ll check next time I poddle that way.
Up the hill and down into Sherwood, up the next hill and on to the Hospice shop at the top of it.
Not many folks or traffic around yet.
Pavement cyclist in abundance in Sherwood, but they were too quick for me photograph em – Swines!
Limped up the Hospice shop and gave them me stuff, and collected me bags from last time.
When I came out, the Nottingham citizenry had awoke and were milling around in great numbers.
Halfway back at the top of the first hill, and no pedestrians about there only traffic.
I decided to walk down a bit further and call at the Lidl shop to get some of their bug bags to use for me sorting later.
I got some funny looks when I queued up with me 10 bags a pint of mike.
Hehehe!
So I took em back to the flea-pit with the two I’d got back from the Nottingham Hospice shop.
Made a cuppa and tool me midday medications.
Had a pot noodle what I got last week cause they were on offer at half price – 50p. Sorry I did now, it wer crap! Eughh!y
Finished of some graphics of Shirley Blamey and Mike Steeden and pt them in their gallery on Facebook. Then sent her them via email.
Feeling guilty I got on with this Diary up to here and then got on with some sorting of me rubbish like… fer several hours!
Well shattered now, poor old thing.
Packed a few bags with kitchen and cleaning stuff, moved the other stuff, made a mess doing it, spilt bird seed all over to join the shredded paper I spilt earlier when trying to pack it into a potato bag.
Mayhem Pandamonium and Help!
Going to read me book and have summat to nosh now, then take me evening medications.
Tried to ring BJ but he was not answering belss him.
Drained is how I feel really.
Hello, did yer miss me??? The internet connection went down for a few minute then. BT? Huh!
Decided to add the Nosh photo I took earlier – but could not find the camera?
Eventually after an hour I did find it.
Mixed Veg, sausages and potatoes, with Polish brown bread.
Woke around 0420hrs – really tried to remember the dreams I’d had, but only vague bits came to me. Something about being chased by women in an abandoned office block?
When I moved to answer the call to the porcelain I noticed the pain from the wound was a lot less – that’ll soon be put to rights by the Obergruppenfurher Practise nurse this afternoon mind, when she rips off the dressing cleans the wound and applies another dressing?
Some blood from the haemmoroids this morning. The sore throat was rampant still, the voice sounded a bit better to me, less croaky. The angina and arthritis was calm and passive. The duodenal ulcer no bother. The reflux valve beahaving itself nicely. Little Inch not bleeding, although the lesion seems to be widening? And, yesterday I had only one dizzy spell. Things looking good… perhaps I shouldn’t have said that?
Made a cuppa and took me medications, put the water heater on. Then strted this old laptop to finish and post yesterdays Inchcock Today.
Then did an extra post in rhyme (Of sorts) about me flat hunting recently and got it done.
Then made a funny post about life when you get old like.
Had a wash and brush-up.
Then went down and made another cuppa and got the new laptop on to do the graphics for them and get it posted.
Susan from Nottingha City Homes rang to confirm she’d put in a bid for me for the 72 Woodthorpe Flat in the high-rise block. She said she’d ting me back wit the result.
I set off on me walk to Colville Court to meet Steve.
I’d only got about 5oo yeards and the mobile rang. It stopped before I could answer, it was from Susan. During the walk I rang back 23 times, unfortnately all I got on each call was three beeps and no connection?
I waited outside the complex fro 15 minutes for Steve to arrive – during which a pillock on an illegal mini-motorbike kept belting by as his continually ran around the block. It was at this stage I made me mind up not to apply to live there – no point in escaping one set of yobs to find another at the new place?
When Steve arrived we went inside to view some of the flats. I must admit they were goreous, well thought out, and in mint condition, even though a bit more rent than the Council ones. But the local yobs had put me off by then.
I had a chin-wag with Steve and he rand Susan to confirm my interest in the flat at Woodthorpe (Sherwood).
Steve was on holiday next week, but he arranges with Sue for me go and sign the paperwork and sort options out on Monday 29th June, and I was assured it was mine despite the long wait.
My internet contributions will be reduced now, as I have to press on getting things sorted and ready for the move? Please bear with me folks.
Left Steve and walked into town to see if the EE shop could increase my allowance on the sim-card hire. But couldn’t provide them with enough details. I reckon they have een lost in the sorting out process? Oh dear.
Caught the bus home and updated this diary.
Have go in a bit to have me wound cleaned and redressed at the GP surgery.
Hard to say how I feel at the moment – so glad to have got somewhere but unsure if I’ve done the right thing if yer know what I mean.
And so worried about sorting it all out and getting it into order – but Steve will be back on the 29th and will advise and guide me I’m sure.
He said to concentrate on getting stuff I aim to take with me ready for transportation first.
Might treat missen to a lamb shank, potatoes and garden peas nosh tonight. Got to use up the freezer stuff – mind you, I’ve got to use up the dated stuff as well… Oh dear…
Went to see Nurse and was seen to early – all cleaned and re-dressed. I’ve not got to get it wet and to be careful she said, any bleeding and come back to see her. It feels much easier now though – mind you, it was bad.
So I’ll see how I go with starting some sorting again in the morning.
Hobbled back to the dump added this to diary and got me nosh cooking.
Rated 4/10.
The lamb shank was from Tesco. It was not very good, the gravy tastless, the peas (Also Tesco brand) were a tad bitter, but the potatoes (Lidl) were okay.
I was so tired out and soon got me head down after sending an email to PAtti Berkert telling her about the flat. She’s been through so much and is finally getting herself better, and has been such a caring friend. Thanks Patti.
* The ability to lose things, animal, material and imaginary!
* The ability to get the wrong end of the stick!
* The ability to avoid winning any raffles, games, lotteries, hearts, or even coming as high as in the top ten!
* The ability to lodge oneself up the noses of all around me!
* The ability to be the only one out of 16 lads walking down the promenade at 0600hrs in the morning, who get bitten by the lone wandering mongrel dog that attacked us!
* The ability to be injured and immobile, and still fall off of the hospital trolley!
* The ability to fall asleep on the bus and wake up at the local Bus Station depot, unsure of who got the bigger shock, me or the poor bus cleaner!
* The ability to get peoples names wrong, and/or forget peoples names on a regular basis!
* The ability to misplace hearing aids, spectacles, remote controls, memory sticks, camera, pens, bus-passes, medications, mobile phones, keys, clothing, hats, and even spoons!
* The ability to end up with odd socks at the launderette on every visit!
* The ability to take me 6 morning medications at night, and your 8 evening medications in the morning!
* The ability to go into a room, and forget more often than not what you went into that room for!
* The ability to ring the wrong number on the telephone!
* The ability to be completely ignored at Bank queues, Business office queues, Job Centre queues, Hospital queues, Shop counter queues, Inquiry desk queues, Café queues, Pub queues, Council Benefits qeues and by the general public at large!
* The ability to lose total and absolute control of all and any emissions of wind from me anus!
* The ability to scare people horrendously when I smile and say ‘Good Morning’ to them!
* The ability to lipread wrongly!
* The ability to get on the wrong bus!
* The ability to maintain me life of sorts, despite your constant failings and depression!
* The ability to tell the truth – this will get you nowhere, I know, it just confuses the bosses and politicians!
* The ability to want to help others – a futile quality!
* The ability to eat however much one puts on the plate!
* The ability to almost see me feet looking down passed me ever expanding bouncy belly!
* The ability to walk past a Barbers shop without noticing his prices!
* The ability to remember things from years ago!
* The ability to forget things that happened an hour ago!
* The ability to enjoy using carbolic soap!
* The ability to realise that the adage ‘You can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ is valid!
* The ability to realise that ‘Old age people are measured as an economic liability and a social burden!
* The ability to realise that ‘Old age is a mental attitude as well as a physical problem’!
* The ability to become a sociopath, and enjoy it!
* The ability to realise that: When you live by yourself, all of your annoying habits are suddenly gone.
* The ability to understand what W. Somerset Maugham meant by ‘An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones’
* The ability to accept and dwell in ones missed opportunities!
* The excellently honed and perfected ability to have the hospital staff in tears of laughter!
* An ability to present myself as a target for Pavement Cyclist and mobility scooter drivers everytime I venture out.
If you are lucky enough to live long enough, many of these attributes will come to you, wanted or not.
So make the best of things now kids, and good luck!
Yee-haaa – got some sleep in last night without waking up too often too! Oddly I have no traces of any dreams in my mind?
The cramps in the legs I got last night were still there occasionally for a while throughout the morning. Huh!
The stinging from the wound seemed a bit less this morning. (Until I caught it on the wall when I lost me balance putting me socks on – Tsk!)
Made a cuppa and laptop started. Took me medications.
Sent some happy birthday messages out while I thought of it like, in case on the day I’m under anaesthetic or something like that. Debbie Taylor’s birthday on Thursday – I hope it all goes happily smoothly and is fun for her.
Should get me second Tesco delivery today and then I have to meet Steve from Age UK at the flats to view them. I haven’t heard anything back from the Guinness people yet about me application for the home at Colville Court yet? Don’t bode well does it? I’m not looking forward to the treck up Winchester Street though.
Hell of a struggle getting up that damned hill. Although during the day there is a local mini-bus that runs every so often into the flats and around the other streets eventually getting to into town.
I’m not too keen on the thought of moving there even if I get accepted. The place smells a bit off like, tobacco and alcohol fumes lingered when I visited it the other week, along with a strange sweet smell I could not identify? But Steve wanted to have a look so he can gain some knowledge on them for other old folk he helps.
Tesco delivery came on time. I got an email later telling it it was delayed?
The pack of ten quick cook sausages that could be done in the microwave arrived, I got two packs as they were on offer from £2.50 down to £1 each pack but only for a limited time like. Little bargain hunter me!
Could not resist putting a couple in the microwave oven and trying them.
They looked good, smelt good and didn’t taste too bad at all.
But I would never pay full price for them.
Rating: 7/10
Couldn’t put the stuff away properly so just got frozen in the freezer and fresh in the fridge, others left in bags all over the shop – Tsk!
The throat and voice are still bad, started coughing and sneezing too now. Oh dear!
Did some Facebooking while I waited to get ready for me walk into Sherwood and up that flipping hill to the flats to meet Steve.
Steve phoned, he’s going to ring the Guinness Trust to see if we call view the flat today. He’ll get back to me.
I noticed when I Googled it on Street view, they had a To Let sign up – but of course I don’t know when the scene was taken?
Set off on me walk to Woodthrorpe to meet Steve.
In St Johns graveyard was a woman with her five dogs playing ball. Very respectful I thought that.
Plodded onto and up Mansfield Road – nice weather and very little wind today.
Several Nottingham Pavement cyclists encountered en-route… again!
Into Sherwood and up to Winchester Street and set off up the hill of hills.
As I slowly made me way up, I looked down a side
street, Cavendish Vale I think it was, and got a view of one of the high-Rise blocks of flats, Woodthorpe Court I think, that I was on me way to have a look at.
The last part of the hike was not easy as the roadway got a lot steeper as I approached the flats.
I arrived and sat on a bench reading me book to await the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
He arrived and we a chat about things related to me failed home-hunting for a while.
We went over and met Susan the lady from City Homes and she told us there was one double bedroomed flat in Winchester Court, and one single in Woodthorpe Court that I could make a ‘Bid’ for.
Woodthorpe Court
We had a look at the double, and it was in a right state. Then we moved to Woodthorpe Court to have a look at the single flat on the 16th floor of the 19 floor complex.
I liked the layout of the kitchen, and the views, although all obscured a tad by the Anti-pigeon netting, were amazing.
After talking with Steve he decided I should put in a bid for the flat and Susan said she would do it for me later in the day.
Steve agreed I should still have a look at the Guinness flats at Colville Court. Although I have heard nothing back from them – Steve said he would phone them and see what the situation was and if we could visit to see them. He’ll let me know later.
Steve went off, he offered to give me a lift home but the wound on me back made me than him but decline his offer.
Walked home, took longer than I thought it would.
Had me nosh of baked spuds, tomatoes, Marmite cheese, BBQ chicken and microwave sausages.
Thought about me tasks to get sorted today: Finish yesterdays diary and get it posted (I was just too tired to do it last night), start this diary off, contact the clinic and beg their forgiveness for missing me appointment and make another, contact Steve with update on the Colville housing application… there’s bound to be others.
No one on the street this morning
Cuppa made, and laptop on – email from Guinness saying my application had been forwarded to Chesterfield for consideration.
I’m feeling very heavy eye-lidded this morning. Suppose yesterdays long day of tasks completed didn’t help.
Another cuppa and took me medications.
Can’t get any shredding or sorting done with all these appointments to tend too.
Finished yesterday diary and got it posted. Did some Facebooking.
Had a good bath and scrub-up.
Then off and caught the bus into town, then another out to the QMC treatment centre. Walked round to the back of the compound in into it and up to Cancer treatment section G. Handed in me paperwork and waited until I was called in.
To the waiting room locker and got changed as instructed by the highly intoxicating nurse.
Then taken into the treatment room where they started on removing some of me infected back for analysis.
They took me INR level to make sure it was safe to dig out me infected bits to test first.
It took them well over and hour to sort me out – with me laying on me face as they chatted away about why the doctor had the email of one of the nurses and not the other?
Eventually the stitches were put in, and a massive double pressure pad was applied then a gigantic plaster. When one of the nurses told me the eleven stitches must be protected, I mustn’t do anything physical for four days at least, must go to the GP with the paperwork she gave me to arrange the stitches to come out on the 24th June. If it bled I was to stand against a wall pressing backwards for at least half an hour and summon assistance?
She then took me in the anti-room and gave me a much appreciated cup of tea, telling me to sit there as long as it took for me to feel well enough to wander home.
The bus wot I missed pulling away from the bus stop – never mind eh…Tsk!
I dropped off the paperwork for the receptionist and staggered down the two flights of stair, out and around the compound to the front to catch a bus to town.
I saw one at the bus stop and hastened best I could up the winding path to the same level and just managed to miss it as I drew close it pulled away. Hey-ho!
The Old Guildhall – unused since it closed
When I got off the bus in town, I thought what a shame it was the old Guildhall building was still unused.
A grand looking and character ridden part of old Nottingham.
I imagined a McDonalds, Pay-day loan sharks, one of the £3 a cup coffee shops, Mobile phone companies or maybe a pawnbroker or two might have been interested? Only joking like.
The pain from me back started stinging as the pain-killer began to wear off, and I still felt so tired.
One of any Gits Cycling on the Pavement today
Took a photo through the bus window of one of the many many Nottingham Pavement Cyclist I saw during the day.
I has this idea come to me like – feeling confident that I as about to get a sheltered flat fairly soon, and not being able to carry owt from the shops while the stitches were in – I’d sign up for Tesco on-line and order a load of long-life nosh and cleaners etc and put them into the bags I’ve got ready to take with me. As it turned out, not one of me better ideas at all... more about this later like.
Me visits here are getting a bit too frequent too!
Dropped off the bus and walked to the GP surgery where I gave them the paperwork and explained about needing an appointment on the 24th fer the removal of the stitches. She looked on her computer and said I have an appointment on the 23rd. But none of us knew why? So she moved it to the 24th with the stitches one.
I later found out the 23rd one was for me CHD checks. Must let her know on Monday.
Mansfield Road near the GP surgery
Surprisingly there was not much traffic on Mansfield Road.
That was until I tried to cross the road of course.
So I wobbled painfully up to the pelican lights and as I crossed on the green man, a ruddy Cyclist nearly had me as the idiot didn’t stop on his red lights!
Still flt a little bit giddy and the wound was really stinging now as I made me way back to the flea-pit.
Got in and WC’s, even sitting down is painful.
What a bloomin’ Day!
I decided to sign on the Tesco site and did so successfully. Then put me order in – but when it came to paying – it kept telling me the card was suspended and I had to call the Co-op bank – so at great expense I did.
They informed me the card was not suspended and they had no claims for cash from Tesco?
So I rang the Tesco, so called helpline. (Helpline! Huh!)
The chap eventually after keeping paying for the call for ages – it was suspended now after I’d tried so often to get it accepted.
So I called the Co-op bank again and explained what was occuring – it had been suspended by Visa – (Eventually gawd knows how much must have cost me) she said she would cancel the suspension, but it would talk two hours to clear.
Well pee’d off I rang off and started to update this diary while I waited the two hours to try and pay Tesco again!
What a crap day I’m having! Intense pain, Whoopsidangleplops and try as I might, I don’t seem able to get any decent sleep in – Huh, Tsk and bother!
I just made a cuppa, and it even hurts to lift the cup to me gob… though
I shouldn’t be surprised, it hurts when I do nothing as well. Just a bit worse when I move anything.
I’m dreading it if I sneeze! Hehe
Well, it’s been two hours and ten minutes – so I’ll risk trying to pay Tesco again – Oh dear, here we go…
Gordon Bennet! Had to do a new Tesco password now…
Aha… Success!
The nosh it took me three hours to get round to eating!
That means tomorrow I can at least get some packing of stuff to take with me done… and maybe a bit of shredding too… wound permitting.
YeeHaa!
Better get me nosh done.
Refried means, bacon and sausages.
Unfortunately as I came to shutting down me laptop, I got a message telling me there was an update for Coreldraw 7x – so I thought (I keep doing that recently, thinking… it does me no good yer know!), I’d just download it. It took about 15 minutes… then I was informed it needed a restart to take effect…
The green start screen came on – message on it: Restarting.
That was a hour and a half ago! Not sure if something wrong or is it the installation of the Coreldraw update that’s taking all time?
I seem fated not to get any sleep or eat me nosh.
Well another half hour as gone by now, I’ll go and check it again, hang on please…
No, no luck yet, still the green ‘Restarting’ screen.
Eventually started eating me nosh on me knee waiting for the laptop to finish restarting. It was still good reheated, Excellent taste! Rated 8/10.
Managed to take a photo by painfully distorting my body to get me hand up and behind me to take a photo of me wound dressing to see if I could see any blood leaking. A bonus here I caught a bit of the wound I got on me head when I banged it on the cupboard door. Hey-ho – Carry on regardless!
Struggled to take a photo of me dressing on the surgery wound to see if any blood had leaked out, but couldn’t get a shot of the lower 2/3rd of the dressing. And it toook me over nine attempts to get this one.
Hey-ho.
Had to lay in a contorted position to avoid pressing on it and I consequently got very little sleep again.
The ‘Hand’ statue at the Queens Medical treatment Centre from a previous visit on 21.4.15
Another night of frequent springing awakes with a jump.
I’m certain I had a different dream each time I nodded off again, but can’t recall any of them really – just something about trying to buy an old pipe from Harold Wilson but he wouldn’t sell it to me, I think I was counting money in £. s. d. There was an old ten-bob note in there somewhere too?
When I looked at me Lumia Mobile phone, the message I’d put on me Google Diary to remind myself of the hospital visit for today with Pete was showing. No idea how I did that? But none of the other diary notes were on it?
Had a bash at making me second ‘Inchock: It’s a funny old life’ ode/rhyme/prose/poem for me to post for a few hours. Me mind wasn’t very concentrated though.
Found a new boil coming on me right wrist as I caught it on the desk… Well fancy that!
I searched the web again for sheltered housing in Nottingham. Searched on Accent, ASRA, Longhurst, NCHA, Metrolpitan, Derwent and Tuntum sites without any luck, then went on hte Guinness Trust site and found facility to send the an email inquiring as I was writing finishing this email – I thought to let Steve from Age UK know.
Good job I did too – he’d got a number from them for me to phone asking to fill in an application form on the phone. Not good with my hearing… or lack of, but still. He said for me to try and get a appointment to see the flat (Two available currently) for Tuesday when he is going to meet me at the high-rise council flats to view them.
I rang the number it asked me to press option 1 – but could I find out how to access the number pad on the phone? Huh! Rang off and fiddled with it to find out, and rang them back again. Of course I couldn’t make out half what the bloke was saying – but I think he said after I explained everything he’s going to send me an email with the form on to be filled in and returned.
I’ll have a look now see if it’s come… Yes it’s here now…
Took me over an hour trying to get it filled in saved and posted to the email. First off I could only save the original and lost all what I’d filled in – Huh! Then I went into the green windows screen on me second attempt and couldn’t get back to me desktop – so had to restart. Double huh!
Eventually got it (The one sent to fill in) onto PDF and filled it in for the third time saving it as PDF file and loaded it as a file attachment at last to the email. Thanked them and sent it off. What a pa-lava!
Well mentally drained now – and I’ve got to go with Peter in an hour to the hospital yet, in case he has any adverse effects reactions to the medications like, and he don’t like hospitals much bless him.
Steve from Age UK and Donald from Guiness might both be calling later on the mobile, so I must make sure the phone is near me ears all the time.
Through Town to meet Pete at his bus-stop
Got myself cleaned up and bussed to town to meet Pete a his bus-stop.
Being a tad early I called into the EE shop and asked an assistant if it was possible to block my voice messages as I can’t hear them anyway.
Nottinghomians in the summer wear today – crossing the lights against the red of course…
Many of the staff discussed this between themselves and one said i’d have to contact customer services while another toyed with the phone and blocked them?
Met Pete and we had a chin-wag of sort, both of us being a bit deaf like.
Caught the bus to the QMC and walked to the treatment centre at the back of the compound.
Pete and “The Hand of Help”
When we arrived Pete was interested in the aluminium so called artwork of the hand.
We went in and pete handed his paperwork in and we sat down to await being called in.
Which was only about 5 minutes and well before the appointed time – they even let me go into a waiting room and have a cup of tea from the machine.
View from the waiting room window
Pete was seen to quickly and about half an hour later he returned.
I took a photo of the view from the window while waiting.
Pete looking good as he left the QMC
Sample taken for diagnosis and a pressure pad applied. He’s to go to his GP for the stitches to be removed later and await the results. I assume I’ll be going through the same tomorrow when it’s my turn for the same treatment?
Took a photo of Pete, looking good as we made our way to the bus-stop to return to the City Centre.
We were soon dropping off the bus in town, and he traffic was horrendous. Well it would be as it was the rush-hour now.
I was well drained and tired by then.
As we alighted the bus I noticed some blood on Pete’s back coming from the dressing through his shirt. Only a little bit, but told him so he could have Janet check it out when he got home like.
I decided that trying catch a bus would be too hassle-ridden and decided to walk home to back to Carrington.
Pete thanked me for going with him and said cheerio and we parted.
Pete could not do the same for me tomorrow as he was going with Sister Jane to the City Hospital for her cancer checks.
On the walk home from town
We ain’t much of a family are we? We’re using up all the NHS resources between the three of us. Hahaha!.
I set off on me walk through town and up Mansfield Road.
The youngsters form the colleges were out and about with their flesh showing early as the set off on the prowl for entertainment of some sort.
Wearily I plodded on, feet and knees aching, so tired.
Nosh. Chips, bacon, roasted onions and bread thins – and the last of me Lemon cheesecakes.
I made it to Carrington and was tempted by the smells from the chip shop into buying a bag of chips and on to the dump.
Too weary to do any diarying or owt else I made me nosh and fell asleep.
Thinking about tomorrow and my turn for the Treatment centre.
Oh, knucklewhoopsiedangles! I’ve forgot about the clinic visit! Tsk!
The UK Confederation for the abolition of Facial and Bodily Imperfectness are publishing this collage of Inchcock’s mush as a warning to others, especially the unaware young and misguided shoplifters, of what can happen as one ages.
No Inchcocks were harmed in the production of this post (Well, not much)
Woke at 0540hrs, no bleeding from other end – good that – unfortunately I’m somewhat mingent with the bladder – Hey-ho.
This mornings sky – forewarning of nice weather and local yobs un-hibernating… Huh!
Busy day ahead for me… again Tsk!
Took me medications with a cuppa.
Got to get me posts finished and put them on the League of Mental Men WordPress site.
That took me 3.5 hours to get done.
Hey-ho, now to get the things done ready for BJ who called last night, he’s calling today at 1200hrs to collect the stuff for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and take them there for me, and drop off me shredded paper in the recycling bin.
So, better get on with sorting them out ready.
Back in a while…
Did much sorting and shredding, having 4 big boxes and a bag to go when BJ arrives at 1200hrs (We’ll see).
Had a wash and change and continued shredding away.
Spot on the dot – BJ arrived at 12.55hrs. Good old BJ never fails to be late bless him.
The bladder still painful when in use. Huh!
We loaded BJ’s car and he took me to the Recycling station, where all the bins were full. We managed between us to half close the lid on the bin we deposited me shredding results in.
Then to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
BJ went into the Co-op to get some stuff for his better half and I went in with him and got some bread thins.
BJ ran me back to the dump. I thanked him and he shot off after kindly telling me he’d pick me up in the morning at 0800hrs with me laundry and take me to the launderette like.
Got in and pondered on what to have fer me nosh – decided on sausage, mash, garden peas, carrots and chick peas. I cooked em in Red onion caramelised cooking sauce. Oh, and some bacon bits.
It was one of me better tasting meals this one, it were grand. I wondered if I should send the recipe to Her Majesty like – but being as she hasn’t send me single birthday card in 69 years, I decided against it. Hehe!.
Laptop on to update this diary, then did some Facebooking.
