Sue reports for jury duty as ordered, and promptly asks to be excused because she believes she’s prejudice. “I took one look at those shifty eyes and that cheap polyester suit and I immediately knew that he was guilty as sin!” she tells the judge.
“Sit down,” says the judge.
“That’s the defence lawyer!”
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Tuesday 16 February 2016
Up at 0315hrs. To the bathroom.
A bit of bleeding from Inchy, but the back passage piles were okay.
I got on with doing the diary, then took me medications with a cuppa.
I did this graphic above for my ‘Symmetry of Life’ post. Just another load of my waffling on about life in general. Then finished off the rhyme and posted that off.
Got a wash and change, all ready for the Asda delivery to arrive.
I split the Country loaf into two halves, put mine in the freezer and the other half in a bag for the gals (Coordinators) at the Winwood Community Shed.
When the delivery comes, I’ll take it down to them.
Made another cuppa, and started this diary going.
I rang BJ to see how he was; he was at the laundry. I told him about my intention to attend the Coffee Morning at the Winwood Community Hut and informed him I’d ask if he could come along to have a natter as well.
Asda delivered the bits, and I set off to the Community shed. Took the recycle box down with me and left it outside the caretakers rooms outside.
Deana and Obergruppenfurher Julie were both in the shed, busy as usual bless them.
Gave them their Country bread and an Easter egg. Had a little gossip and returned to the flats. Asked what time the Coffee Mornings were on Thursdays, and if BJ could come along with me. He’d be welcome, so that’s good.
Back to number 72, and rang BJ to tell him he would be esteemed to come along to the meeting on Thursday. He said he’d try to get here for 1015hrs.
Continued this diary after making another good strong cup of tea. An hour and a bit to go now, until I must set-off on me walk to the surgery for me Warfarin INR blood test, and have me torn muscle looked at.
So instead of getting involved in doing my graphicalisationing, I played on Spider Solitaire for a while.
Set off for the limp to the Doctors. Damned cold outside, although it looks sunny enough.
I called in the health food store in Sherwood en route, to get some Lemon Scones and Coconut crusties for the surgery staff because I’d forgotten to take their nibbles with me.
Got to the doctors with a lot less pain and hassle than of late from the leg.
The nurse soon got my blood taken, managing a little natter while she was doing it.
Out into the sunshine and cold, (odd day) and caught a bus into town.
To the slab square and caught a tram to Hucknall.
I stood first in line at the last of the mounting points to get on the tram when it arrived.
When it did come, the more nimble and aggressive Nottinghomians shot by me, and I was about the last person to get on! Swines!
The “Have You Paid” inspectors got on at the Theatre Royal, and three passengers were ejected from the tram for none-payment. Which pleased me greatly, because all three had been part of those who forced their way passed and ahead of me getting on. (Smugness overcame me!)
Whistling to myself now.
We got into Hucknall, and I made the rather long walk from the trams platform, across the Park & Ride car park, up the road and across another into Tesco’s car park, through that and into the store.ow
I got some Irish Potatoe Thins, small potatoes and vegemite. ow
On the way back going through the car park, taking the pedestrian red route as painted on the ground, a teenage scallywag came from behind and swerved very closely around me at speed on his bicycle. It shook me a bit and I shouted out “Git!” at him. He pulled up and looked back at me. Gave me the finger, and shot off at speed again. Tsk!
Onto the tram and returned to Nottingham. At the Forest Recreation Ground Park & Ride, I saw the tent for the Russin State Circus.
It looked in the photo as if it was in the middle of the car park. Hehe!
I dropped off at the Theatre Royal. I checked the time, and I had half an hour to kill before the last L9 bus from Queen Street departed.
So I had a walk around Trinity Square and took some photographs.
As I walked through the posh eatery section, all the tables and chairs outside together, and I estimated there were around 150 chairs all-together between them all. There was less than a dozen folk using them all told.
I took some photographicalisations of some ‘Bling’ for the gals on the TFZ Facebook page.
Made my way to the bus-stop and awaited the arrival of the L9 electric bus.
A rarity today, it came and went on time.
I struggled a bit, not to nod-off en route.
The leg was stinging a bit now, I made my way up to the flat and visited the porcelain without delay.
The usual feeling of fatigue came over me.
I made me nosh. And it was very nice.
Low-fat Cumberland sausages, BBQ chicken bits, beetroot, small potatoes, chestnut mushrooms and potato cakes.
Having had to use two saucepans and the oven to get this ready, the washing up took a while. Haha!
A blackcurrant jelly to follow.
After that, the typical struggle to stay awake ensued. Then I gave up the idea of reading and got my head down.
Well, I say I got my head down, agreed I did get my head down, but could I get off to sleep? No! Kept waking up every ten minutes it seemed to me.
I gave up again around one o’clock and got up.
TSK!
A lawyer was filling out a job application when he came to the question: “Have you ever been arrested?”
When I eventually returned to the kitchen to make another brew, the light fall of snow we’d had outside looked beautiful.
I grovelled and thanked them, then left to go back to the flat.
when I got up?
Saint Peter was having a slow day at the Pearly Gates, so he took a little stroll. He noticed that the fence between heaven and hell was in need of some repair. So he hollers over the fence to Lucifer.
Got it finished and posted.
Sorted out the medication into their time-related colour coded little dosage pots
I went via the back route over the field. The climb was a bit dodgy underfoot, as the rain had not drained away. But the sight of the Bluebells forcing their way through the muddy soil cheered me up a bit.
I hobbled up to the path, turned and took a photographicalisation of the Woodthorpe Court flats I’d departed from earlier. Then I walked along the road, and onto the grass (Bit dodgy again underfoot here) and down to the end of the park, to take a photograph of the full-size model of a train-engine front, cleverly added to the old entrance to a tunnel.
I was sad to see that the yobboes had added some more graffiti around it.
Farther up the walkway, I took a photograph to the North of Nottingham, towards Mansfield and Sutton.
The clouds in the sky looked amazing to me.
Did some graphicationalising, and then got the laundry things ready.
Back up to the bus-stop, and found an L9 was due in 15 minutes, so I waited for it to arrive.
The last of the boiled spuds, the last beef slice, the last of the chestnut mushrooms, the last of the Irish potatoes, some nice chestnuts and bread thins.
Recalled a bit of a dream I’d had from what kipping I got in. Lynton Cox, a good friend and cyber buddy, was leant over me, and he was taking bits out from my open stomach as I lay on what looked like a dentist’s chair. Each time he removed a piece of flesh, tubing or other meat, he would ‘Tut’ and explain to me why I had been put together wrongly? Then he threw it at the dart board on the wall? He was very accurate too, they all landed on the piece of innards extracted before over the Bull! I vaguely recall something about being crammed into a giant test tube? That’s all I remember.
Made another cuppa and got on with doing the graphicalisation on the top left of this page.
Set to work creating my dinner.
I got more stuff than I planned, so struggled to the bus stop. When I arrived, I noticed the seating bench next to the bus-stop, took a photo of it. 
At the bus-stop, there were several folk awaiting. Three of the gals were discussing the cloud formations and one was asking if the others could see what they looked like, and giggling enthusiastically among themselves?
I put away my
An interesting little incident occurred after I cleaned the bath.
Caught the bus into town, dropped off on Upper Parliament Street.
I set about mounting the twenty-four flights of concrete stairs.
Got the meal
The weather was not so bad today. The wind had died down, and the rain kept off.
Settled down to eat me nosh, and Steve Age UK called on the mobile phone.
I watched an episode of ‘Frost’, on a DVD.
Then I phoned the GP and got my appointment cancelled and made for tomorrow at 12 20 hrs.Oh dear, change of plans, 0940hrs the driver called he is behind and will be half an hour or so late.
little depressed, and chuntering on about the gloomy, windy weather.
checked my legs and put some more Phorpain gel on them both, although it was the slightly more swollen and hard, very more sore bottom of the right leg that needed it applying.
The lobby was barren of tenants as I did this.Lilly
After a while, old Lilly came and sat in her favourite chair, in seek of companionship bless her cotton socks.