I was on a gigantic treadmill going towards some high-rise flats, and people kept pulling me off the machine, I managed several times to fight them off and get back on the escalator, but each time they would drag me off again? The Duke of Edinburgh appeared out of some trees with several MI5 looking wallahs and shot me in me left kneecap with his hunting rifle… He laughed, well guffawed. I tried to get back on the escalator but someone had covered it with cooking oil, for some reason I knew it was Mazola cooking oil and wanted to know why they had not used ‘Trex’ cooking fat?… Found myself in an animal sanctuary of some sort trying to get a nail out of a mallard duck when the gate opened and in came the Duke of Edinburgh, in a kilt this time and shot me again…?
Family breakfast!
WC’d, a little blood from the haemorrhoids, and the blind boil was painful!
Made a cuppa and started the laptop and made me header for this blog.
Checked me emails. While doing this I noticed how dark dank and wet it was outside – then the pigeons came down for their breakfast.
Dark, dank, wet and windy – Tsk!
As I opened the door the sight was dismal – the rain was falling the winds blowing hard and it was dark and dank!
I checked on Facebook for a bit, then started on shredding me documents for a couple of hours.
I received an email from Patti Bekert for making curried beans.
So I hope to get all the ingredients from Tesco in town and try it out today.
Upstairs and spruced myself up and set off to town, no walking today with this rain.
Got as far as he church, and it dawned on me I’d got me reading glasses on when I looked at the trees.
So, back to the hoppit and changed into me other goggles.
Arrived in town and straight to Tesco, who I discovered didn’t open until 1100 am Sundays.
So I had a walk though the shopping centre getting a photo of some ‘Bling’ en route for the TFZ gals.
Pricey stuff this time.
I had a look in the shop windows and at the peoples faces in the centre – they did not look happy, well most of them didn’t look happy.
The fresh fruit drink stall had three assistants but no customers yet.
I left the centre and was greeted by the usual sight of the Nottinghamians crossing the lights against the pedestrian red lights as is normal for them.
Not many folk around yet, but this soon changed later.
The drizzle continued.
I wandered around and called in the Primark store to see if they had any zip-up cardigans in.
They didn’t – summer you see?
However, they were selling some headphones at £6 – large ear pieces on them, but at this price I was tempted and bought a set, as the old ones I used on the laptop had stopped working (As the previous four I had used had also conked out?)
I got back to Tesco and wandered around in search of the ingredients that Patti had emailed me to make me curried beans. I managed to get: Two tins own label baked beans @ 24p each, Worcester sauce @ £1.19, Bacon crumbles @ £1.69, a tiny bag of unrefined Fair Trade brown sugar @ £1-79 (Expensive I thought), Cheapo bag of Sultanas @ 84p and onion crispies at £1.39 (Didn’t like that, I can get them from B&M stores for 69p – but needs must I just had to try making me curried beans today).
I wandered out and over through Trinity Square to the bus stop and caught one back to Carrington.
I dropped off a stop early and called in Lidl to get some bread.
They had some mini vegetable pizzas in the bakery section that looked delicious at 59p each so I got one, along with a cob and some South African apples.
As to why I got that pizza I’n a little confused myself – I don’t like pizzas?But these just looked so nice?
Got back to the flea-pit and got me ingredients ready.
I added some black pepper I already had and mixed the mixture into the beans in a microwave pot and left them to enthuse… is that the right word?, so that the taste should come through when I make em later.
I stored them all (Not the apples) in box together so I didn’t forget which ones to use next time in the event that I get it right this first time like. (I think).
Laptop on and started this dairy.
Tried to get on Facebook, but it wouldn’t load?
Did some sorting and tried again – aha… Facebook back on now. Tsk!
The wind is getting bad here now.
Gerry’s First Home Made Curried Beans!
I must offer my thanks to Patti (Bekert) for her recipe for these beans, I was so pleased with how they came out and tasted.
Thanks Patti pet, absolutely and definitely unquestionably, absolutely lip-licking Wunderbar!
Watched a DVD while noshing, fell asleep, woke up and got this diary finished.
Woke remembering bits of some dreams… chasing people but never getting close to them, down streets, over rooftops and in sewers and caves?
Came down and made a cuppa, fed the pigeons.
Made sure my neighbours and my bins were pulled out for the Refuse Administrator Facilitators (Formerly Bin-men before the European Human Rights shower got involved) arrival later. (0545hrs)
A bit damp this morning, the sun forcing it’s way through though. It went back in as I wrote this.
Took me medications.
The space in the corner of the room, now free of Nottingham Hospice Charity shop donations and rubbish bags took some getting used to. Hehehe!
It’ll soon get filled again once I get me wind and find time to do some more sorting.
Not up to it at the moment, the stomach is churning again – a feeling of comfortableness and expectancy lingers about this – please not the runs again… Please!
Updated me diary with dates of Dentist, Skin-cancer, INR Warfarin level test and Clinic appointments.
At last, a heavy-duty call to the porcelain. Regrettably the anticipated runs turned out the opposite and blood flowed.
Cleaned myself up, made another cuppa and returned to the laptop.
Used Coreldraw X7 to make the header for this post.
Bin men called, pulled bins back off the road afterwards.
Went up to have an abluting session and shave. Bit of a shock when I looked in the mirror – Gawd I look pale, almost ghostly!
Got me things, bus-pass, Pound-shop umbrella (Raining heavy now) nibbles and small shopping list: Curried beans and cooked pork only on it.
I thought twice about going out when I opened the door and saw the rain belting down. Huh!
Got me Pound shop umbrella, bus-pass, nibbles and shopping list only curried beans and cooked pork joint on it – no Heinz curried beans left in Nottingham, Derby or Mansfield! Tsk!
On me walk into town I was weary of the gigantic puddles in the gutters and tried to nip past them between cars to avoid getting soaked when they drive through them – but no, a flaming bus came as I was walking by a big un and soaked me through all down me right side.
I walked on and turned back taking a photo of the next bus to show how the first one got me! Swines!
No rush this morning, cause I couldn’t use me free pensioners bus-pass until 0930hrs so I poddled squelchingly along up the hill.
At the pelican crossing near the entrance to the Forest recreation ground the lights had taken a bashing from some vehicle or other.
I pressed on slowly over the hill and down into the City Centre.
Found myself a little early to use me bus-pass when I got to the Victoria bus-station, so I went in Vic Centre to see if I could find anyone selling curried beans – mission failed, I returned to the Vic bus-station and got on a Red Arrow bus to Derby.
As we stopped on upper Parliament Street I took a photograph through the front windows of the bus.
The rain continued to pelt down.
Despite the weather, that didn’t stop James Hunt the driver from getting us all to Derby in double quick time.
In Derby I went through the back of the bus-station to the river Derwent, the first site was of several poor weather battered pigeons on the posts at the river-side.
I walked back a bit and threw them some seeds and earth-worm sticks.
This attracted the mallards and Canadian geese to approach me demanding more!
It amazes me how great big geese like these can pick up and eat individual seeds from the floor?
I get an odd satisfaction from feeding these wild birds, don’t know why but I just seem to feel better for doing it?
(Made new header later in Coreldraw X7 using one of me photo’s of the pigeons I took in Derby)
I left the birds fighting for the food and walked down and over to the Eagle Centre market – thinking I might find some curried beans at the cheapo stall there.
When I got up to it I found an empty stall – they had closed down! Tsk!
So up and into the centre proper an got missen a pork joint.
Then to the Derby City Council offices and caught a bus to Mansfield.
By gum I value me free bus-pass!
The driver left the engine running, a bit roughly to me mind, and got out to have a fag.
We set off and the journey took about an hour to get to Mansfield.
The scenery along the country lanes was wonderful, even in the rain.
As the bus filled up the buggy-bays did too.
The kids seemed determined to destroy the seats and ring the bell throughout their journey.
The aisle between the seats came in handy for their chasing game as well. The driver knew better than question their antics and disturb the mothers on their mobile phones – sensible bloke!
We arrived at Mansfield Bus station and those left on the bus seemed in an inordinate rush to get off?
I thought there might have been an injury or two as they battled each other to get off the bus first?
Then they seemed to scatter to various exits and disappeared into the ether?
I trudged down the rain soaked under-pass and went to check out the B&M store and Pound Stretcher store in search of Heinz Curried Beans.
None to be had – I know Lynton Cox told me they had stopped making them like.
But if they stopped making em cause they weren’t selling, you’d think there would be some left to be had?
Huh!
I made me way back to the bus-station and caught a Pronto bus back to Nottingham.
The wind is getting up now as well as the constant rain.
The bus stopped at some road-works for ages and this gave me a chance to take a photo of the fields and sky.
I was well pleased with this one.
I’ve made a bit bigger when I put it in. For once it was just how the eye saw it too.
And no reflections either?
We joined a rather long queue as we approached some roadworks using stationery trafficking lights.
We were there for ages, not that it mattered to me like, as I happily failed to finish me crossword again.
As we passed the roadworks the mud splattered onto the windows and that was the end of any good photo taking through the bus window.
I did try to take a photo quickly of a horse on a hill as we sped passed, but didn’t come out well. Hey-ho!
I could claim I was trying to take an atmospheric photo?
But I wasn’t.
Dropped off the bus in Carrington and hobble back to the House of rubbish.
I put the kettle on and as I started the laptop… sorry… Notebook (Can someone tell me the difference please?) there was no fewer than three peoples having a delve into the rubbish skip across the road – I caught the last one on me camera.
This skip certainly has fascinated and attracted much interest of the locals.
I espied after taking this photograph the seagull lurking on the roof. After reading about the Chihuahua pecked to death by seagulls in Devon – I hope they don’t move into Nottingham. Here are some headlines about Seagull attacks in England.
From the BBC News site:
“A pensioner has died after being attacked by seagulls in his garden. As the terror of overprotective gulls returns all round the UK, people are asking what can be done about them.”
From the Mail:
Nikki wayne, 57, had previously spotted he birds diving for her five-month-old Chihuahua Bella. The seagulls swooped and pecked the dog to death before she could get back inside. Read more:
Small dogs have bled to death, children’s lips been sliced open, and an elderly man died of a heart attack following a particularly vicious assault in his back garden (3). News that the Royal Mail has temporarily halted deliveries to an otherwise peaceful Cornish cul-de-sac because of the danger should come as no big surprise; it’s happened before.
A diving herring gull is a missile: special attack talon on the heel, razor-sharp two-inch beak, 1.4-metre wingspan, more than a kilo of angry bird travelling at 65kph. No wonder there’s blood. And there are more and more of them, at least in built-up areas: Britain’s urban gull population – thriving on takeaway scraps, open-topped litter bins and landfill sites to scavenge from, and wide ledges and flat rooftops to nest on – is growing by 20% a year. Seagulls can live for up to 40 years, and their survival rate in cities is 95%.
From the London Standard: Pensioner killed by seagulls
Neighbours told how former ambulance driver Wilfred Roby disturbed a nest of chicks as he tried to clean bird droppings from the roof of his garage in Anglesey, north Wales.
The parent birds, joined by other gulls, swooped on the 80-year-old, knocking him off the wall on which he was standing and on to the ground, where they continued to peck at him as he lay unconscious.
Worrying innit?
I went into the charms section on Windows and found how to find and open the clipping option – then spent a good while finding out how to exit from it (Exit from the new green windows on Windows 8, I tried so many things that when I did get back into the internet I’d forgotten how I did it! Huh!.
I noticed in the email from the Housing place a little spelling mistake or two in it – or was it with the‘Looing’?
Was it an indication of the gentleman’s intentions to inform me that my bladder control would be examined? Hehehe! Not that I could move in there even if there was any vacancies with it not being assisted housing.
Today Steve from Age UK is coming at 1400hrs to see me to offer advice and discuss how I can advance in my clearing out and assisted living home search.
BJ called last night just after I’d nodded off to kip, to tell me he’s coming today to take some stuff for me to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bless him.
BJ looking distinguished in this photo of him at the Pumping Station.
Did some Facebooking and took me medications, passed wind and started me piles bleeding.
The flock of pigeons came down for their breakfast as I took some stuff out to the bin.
I managed to download and install some fonts to the new laptop/notebook – I still don’t know the difference between them or why the old machine was called a laptop and this one is called a Notebook? This is one job that is actually easier in the new windows, once you’ve worked out how to do it of course.
Opened Coreldraw x7 and made the header for today’s dairy.
Popped up to use the porcelain and me rear end was bleeding… Fancy that!
The pain from me Whoopsiedangleplop at the Lidl check-out yesterday afternoon is less than I thought it might have, but still stinging a bit. No idea if any bruises have appeared I imagine they must have. I’ll get BJ to have a look when he arrives, because I’m supposed to log any new bruising on me Warfarin record card.
BJ rang I missed it and rang him back – he’ll be here at 1100hrs. (Somehow with his timekeeping record I doubt this – but would be pleased to be proved wrong).
Went up and got missen cleansed and polished in readiness for the day ahead.
Down at 1050hrs awaiting BJ’s arrival.
1120hrs, Still awaiting BJ’s arrival.
1140hrs BJ arrived. Quick natter and we were off to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with the many bags of gear for them.
When we left I called into the dentists just up the road to confirm my next appointment.
When I came out of there I couldn’t find BJ, he was not in the car?
He appeared a few minutes later, he’s been to the greengrocers and scrounged two empty potato bags for me to use for me shredded paper bless him.
He ran me home and I picked up me Warfarin Record & dosage sheet and had a walk to the GP surgery and booked my next INR level tests for next Tuesday @ 1045hrs.
Then back to the flea-pit to await the arrival of Stephen from the Age UK group.
He arrived at the stated time and we had a chin-wag about the assisted flat hunting, and looked at some on the internet.
Favourites at the moment seems to to be Colville Court near the cemetery – handy that, it’ll save on expenses when I croak-out.
Steve is going to have a word with City Homes to see if he can get them to raise my standing from the the bottom one of Group 4 in the waiting list for Independent Living accommodation.
And he also said he will also contact Metropolitan Housing who own Colville Court to see if we can go take a look at them first before applying to go on the waiting list.
The area is all prostitutes and students BJ tells me… Mmmm?
Wonder how he knows? Hehehe!
Steve was very understanding of me problems with me health I must say, grand chap.
I thanked him and Steve departed.
I then set off for me bus-ride into the City Centre to try and get some curried beans.
At the end of the street, I turned, and went back to the dump, and collected me bus-pass.
The bus was full of mobile-phoners and kids in prams.
Got off and went into Tesco and spent too much again, Sopocka, Marmite Crisps, Tesco brand curried beans (Not good, but fair like), err… cream cake, radishes and other bits.
Within minutes of leaving Tesco I nearly had a collision with two daft Pavement Cyclists who crossed, against the lights like the pedestrians, they nearly clobbered into me and some other folk… Tsk!
At the next crossing lights, the Nottingham Pedestrians confirmed their intention not to reform their habit of crossing the road against the Red Lights!
In fact this mother was actually dragging her daughter by the arm while pushing a baby in a push-chair with the other arm! Amazing or what?
I noted they were getting on with the new Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) main entrance as I walked to the bus-stop to catch a bus home.
Feeling tired now, another hectic day for the Young Nottingham Lad eh?
I called in the Co-op when I dropped off the bus. The reason being that when I was doing me paper shredding I came across a Dividend Card statement and thought I could supply them with the number of the card and see if I could get any ‘Divi’ back?
At first the woman just said “You’ll have to phone our customer services people and ask them”. I explained about me frequent problems using the phone, pointing to me hearing aids as I said this. She kindly offered to ring them for me with me confirming who I was like. It turned out the statement I’d found was from 1989 – Oooer!
She said I’ve to fill in a form and send it off – then kindly said if she could have the statement she’d do it for me – I went all coy and thanked her.
Back to the dump, no WC visit yet.
Laptop on and loaded me photographs from the day to use on here later, then got me nosh ready.
It was nice, but it was far too much for me to eat, got carried away a bit methinks?
Baked potatoes with olive oil spread and caramelised red onion relish, beetroots (Ruddy hard beetroots), Danish blue cheese, radishes, tomatoes, Silesian sausages, mixed leaves and bread thins.
I’ve bringing wind up now!
I had me Fresh Cream French Horn later on.
I got the diary dine up to this point and fell a-kip!
I just nodded off and brother-in-law Pete rang to see how I was – and tell me that the skin cancer growth they taken from his shoulder was found to be malignant. They are going to take some more tests and remove a greater area. I said I’d go with him if I was not in hospital myself. He’s had bad luck there the lad has.
The chap only had one patch of skin cancer growth and it turns out to be malignant. Hope all goes well for him.
Made me wonder about the eight patches of growth I am going to have removed on June 12th.
I’d made notes during the night, but they were unreadable.
I recall being in a cellar with shop accoutrements and equipment all over the place, not unlike the cellar at the old Co-operative House on Parliament Street in Nottingham was in the 60’s.
The old wooden cash drawer from No3 store on Carlton Road I recognised, with its divisions and round wooden pots for the cash, it even had the old dividend pad we had to fill in for each customer sale.
Scattered around were bacon slicing machines of various types, rusty delivery bikes with their baskets corroded, boning knives, saws, white staff and grey managers coats, the old wooden tubs of 60lb of Danish butter were even there.
Old counters and wooden floorboards and in the middle, many of the people I knew form those days were sat apparently playing cards?
I’m sure there was much more in the dreams because the notes I made were large – even if as I say, unreadable.
Down and started lap and Woes! When I tried to load Google Chrome I was informed that changes to the internet supplier has caused problems? I had the choice of reloading or resetting all attachments?
I reloaded but nowt happened. Then I rebooted the modem – and phew… all came back on. I hope this doesn’t happen again – the very thought of losing me internet connection makes me suicidal and panic in fear of doing something wrong and losing it altogether.
I wondered if it was because I was using the old laptop last night?
I nipped up to the WC and noticed me can of shaving cream was on the stairs with blood on it?
Had I been sleep-walking? I checked missen over but could not find any bleeding – even the little Inch and haemorrhoids were clear of blood this morning – but why the shaving foam should have blood on it beats me?
I had a rinse and noticed blood on the toothbrush? Weird!
What the flipping heck had I been doing in me sleep? (Hehehe – had to laugh to myself though).
Finishing this diary update now, and I’m going to do some Facebooking then get the shredder set-up and clear some of the mountain of paperwork… I hope!
Hello, I’ve just looked a piccy I posted in yesterdays diary, and the bloodied shaving foam is in that??? I’m losing it here…
On with the paper shredding for two hours.
Filled up a small paper bag and giant box’s with the shredded documents, nowhere left to store them for now.
I decided I’d get me laundrette duties done today, and I can get some nosh in at the same time.
So I got myself spruced up, fed the pigeons and set of to the launderette.
Many was on duty today, but she was busy.
Got the machine going and nipped to Lidl to see what they had for me nosh.
I got some New Zealand apples, jacket potatoes Silesian sausages and two cheese rolls.
When I got to join the queue at the checkout…
The chap behind me in the line swung up a pack of 6 large cola bottles onto the conveyor and the pack split as he did, hitting me on the shoulder and sliding down clouting me hip then thigh and knee.
The skin cancer growth took the worst of the blow.Tsk!
Shook me up a bit but I soon came round.
The security guard disappeared and a couple of youths from the staff came and asked me “Are you alright” “Yes” I foolishly said. And they disappeared too.
The young man that hit me was full of apologies and offered to help me home with the food. One of those things really.
I limped back to the launderette ad got me washing in the drier.
Mandy said I looked pale, what’s happened? I told her, she said Why is always that these things happen to you? I said: I was thinking the same. Hehehe!
Steve from Age UK rang me, I missed the call and rang him back. He’s going to call and see me tomorrow at 1400hrs.
Packed up me finished washing and trudged home.
The shoulder painful and the hip a bit so.
Put me stuff away and updated this diary.
Got me nosh prepared. Last of the Polish belly pork, Silesian sausages, me last can of curried beans (Sob!) cheese cobs, tomatoes, baked potatoes and tomatoes.
Very filling, nice.
Took me medications as I got up to visit the porcelain the stiffening of me shoulder was painful. Bet I’ve got some bruises, but can’t see the area of me anatomy to check.
Did some Facebooking but felt so tired.
Finished off this diary.
Must remember Steve from a
Age UK is coming tomorrow… please let me remember!
Woke after three hours dream filled kip remembering a bit of one and wrote it down straight away and drew a picture of a part of it. Decided to get it down quick before any of the memories faded like wot they do: I reproduced the written drawing on Coreldraw9 in between it and the laptop freezing:
Started with me going.. being forced to go with Sister Jane and Pete to a posh restaurant in a big mansion type place – we met another 5 unknown to me people and I got served last with stale chips and and some meat of some sort all that was left for me… tried to wrap it up in a carrier bag but it kept falling out – then everyone else had left I got lost getting out of the place and ended up on the roof, lost my shoes…
In a house on a bed babysitting two girls and a Chicken?
One the streets at night looking for somewhere… ended up in a gigantic wooden building with a giant water tank in the middle, walkway with a door and window, on the walls and wanted to get from the walkway onto a wooden escalator water running down it? Couldn’t find a route through, frustrated got back to the walkway and the door – someone who appeared then demanded payment by bankers draft of me microwave sausages for me to be let out… I was not parting with my microwave sausages and had to climb through the window to escape…
I was in dark streets, running through narrow passages and nooks, kept losing parts of my clothing as I searched for a way home… Came to an open space with houses that had giant concrete steps you had to climb to get into them, they ran for miles, I was at the bottom of the steps wondering why I was carrying a little doll, when a black dog and seal attacked me… had to climb the steps up to get away from them and when I reached the top I wondered how I managed to get up them without any pain from the arthritis? The dog and seal caught up with me and somehow I made friends with them?
Still dark streets, and by now I was in just me underpants and torn vest with a bag of some sort over me shoulder, maybe the meal from earlier?
Back to running down alleyways for ages it seemed trying to find me way… A policeman stood at the end of one of passages and just smiled as I passed, then he hit me with his truncheon and laughed, like the Laughing Policeman of old at the seaside used to laugh…
I was back on the bed with the chicken, feeding it Marmite crisps as it clucked away to me as if talking? Hey-ho!
Did me BP thingies: Sys 158 Dia 74 Pulse 68 Temp 31.4c
WC’d, more bleeding from the Inch, none from the haemorrhoids.
Pondered on how thing might go today – remembered I have to go to the GP nurse for me INR tests at 0915hrs. Clinic 1110hrs and Age UK’s Steve and MRBHA assessor coming at 1300hrs.
Started this diary.
WC and another cuppa and I was ready fer me little walk to the GP surgery for me INR Warfarin level tests.
Fed the pigeons on the way.
It was a bit windy but the sky was nice as I approached the pelican lights to cross over Mansfield Road and turn left up the incline to the keep my appointment at the Sherringham Medical Centre Practise Nurse for me INR tests. I wondered if I’d be done by the Obergruppenführer one or the nice one that’s new to the practice and not yet adopted a bolshy attitude?
Luckily I got the nice one, and she done me proud, even though I’d forgot to take me Anticoagulation record card with me, and she asked how I was?
I handed the receptionist a bag of nibbles as I thanked then and left.
I was only a couple of hundreds yards down the road on me way to Lidl and one of the far too numerous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists passed rather closely by me.
I turned around and got his photo to add to the 89 photo’s of these unthinking vermin I have at present.
It wouldn’t be so bad if they had a honker or loud bell and used them to let the pedestrians know they were coming – and were aware of people with bad eyesight, poor hearing and lack of manoeuvrability and slowed down a bit would it? But I refuse to allow these ilegal nasty pieces of work to get to me! LIE MODE DETECTED!
Caught the bus to the GUM Clinic and was tended to with great embarrassment.
In and out within 30 minutes and hastened and caught bus back into Carrington and called at the Lidl store.
Feeling well drained now – think I might have done too much yesterday?
Got a pork pie, small bag of Jersey new potatoes two cheese rolls and four flat-bottomed carrier bags. And… the bags were cheaper than the Co-op and Pound shop Tsk if only I’d known earlier!
Got back to the bomb-site feeling really not very good at all – tired, weary and me feet legs and back were bad! But I must put on an “I’m fine” smile when the lady comes from the MRBHA to interview me… Good heavens, two pretend policemen have just walked passed me window down the street – they’ll not catch the antisocial element at this time of day… well they might!
Sod-it, another dizzy now.
Steve from Age UK arrived and then the ladies from MRBHA.
I felt that it didn’t go too well. They are having a meeting to pick which of the applicants will get the flat at Spencer Court and let me know next week.
I made a flask and me meal and got some much needed sleep in.
BJ rang I woke but not in time to answer the phone before it stopped.
I rang back but no answer.
No chance of nodding off again. Realised I’d left me flask downstairs.
Feeling low again.
The photo I took of the sky as I returned to start me laptop said it all to me – The End of the Day…
