Wed 6.5.15: Inchcock Today: Incorporating Election Fun!

Wednesday 6th May 2015

A good five hours kip in last night.

Can’t recall them, although I know I had many dreams.

IMG_0080The left hand in particular was in a bit of a state – not good when one is left-handed – Tsk!

WC’d.

Managed to make a flask of tea and take me morning medications.

Checked me conditions: Angina fine, Haemmorhoids no bleeding, Hernia okay, Skin cancer growths painful when touched,  Inch lesion tender not bleeding now, ulcer no bother, Arthur Itis hands bad, knees fine, feet fair, I can feel the mechanical ticker valve clicking away, so I know the heart is still going. Haha!

But feeling extremely nervous for some reason?

Did me BP etc: Sys 178 – Dia 91 – Pulse 78 – Temp 36.2 Sys a bit high methinks, but then again I did the test a little later than usual?

The Sky was back to looking pretty – but by Jimminee the wind was a-howling with it!

Typing difficult with the distorted fingers – but hey-ho, many worse off than me.

Did the header for this diary with great difficulty – Coreldraw and Serif both crashed and I had to save what I could then restart the laptop twice to continue… both annoying and bothersome!

Grrr! Gnash and Tut!

Back again after another restart. Getting a bit fed-up with this!

The sun keeps going in then out this morning.

Just looked at the weather forecast for today in Nottingham – Heavy Rain!

That’s me in for the day then.

I thought about the elections and pondered on which set of nihilists to vote for…

I feel sorry for the Lib-Dems after Clegg has embarrassed the rank and file with joining the Tories in power.

The Tories (although the bigger of the liars) do want to have a good economy and to make the rich richer and poor poorer?

Labour with invisible Ed at the helm seem harmless.

Nigel’s UKIP have a decent plan for the NHS.

That’s it then, I either vote for em all or none of em?

Do I risk a little walk about today in the imminent rain or not? (Oh, it’s coming down now!) Decisions decisions!

I’ll get a wash and scrub up and decide then methinks… alright I’m off to Bulwell to feed me mallards then…

Set off to the bus-stop.

The sky was now murkier than twas and foreboding in nature, the rampant wind persisting.

Bus-pass at the ready – I set off to the bus-stop as the rain trickled down – Got as far as white van in the picture on the left – then returned to change me reading glasses fer me bifocals like yer know? Tsk!


The Inch began tingling, so I called in the WC to check it out – no bleeding all okay – Phew!

Caught the busy bus into town and had a walk around and through Trinity Square taking a photo of some ‘Bling’ precious ear-rings from on e of the jewellers window displays.

Amazing fancy designs and not too expensive compared to many I’ve seen on me ‘Bling Photographicalisationing sessions.

I took a shot of the old Elite Building roof with its beautifully designed and created artistic shapes.

I later cut and over contrasted it in Corledraw9 and managed to remove the dark sky background so we could see the ornateness (Big word that!) of the stonework.

Down King Street and into the centre and caught a tram into Bulwell.

As it pulled away I took a photograph through one of the doors trying to capture the trees being blown about in the nasty winds.

It was dry in the City Centre, no signs of any rain there yet. Just the high winds that ere everywhere.

As the tram approached Bulwell Station I remembered the bashing I got as I got off here the other day from the crowd rushing for the doors – so I cunningly held back to avoid injury.

As I walked over the bridge there were no mallards to be seen, and someone had already fed the pigeons.

The shallow rubbish filled river Leen was looking more like the Atlantic ocean with the wind!

I hobbled over to the Market Place, where the windy weather had beaten away all but a couple of brave traders – struggling in the wind.

I called into Fulton Foods shop and was pleased to find they had both some Blackcurrrant Ice-cream lollies in their freezers, and the microwave Lamb Shank packs in the cooler.

So I got one of each as bit of a treat.

Wanting to get back ASAP so as to get the lollies in me freezer, I caught the bus back to Carrington.

There was not the usual crush of passengers so I risked climbing (Not easy with my knees – but then again, I suppose it would have been harder without them?) the stairs up to the top deck with the aim of getting some photographs from the higher angle. A much regretted move later, when it came to climbing down the stairs with the bus in motion to get off – Tsk!

Took a photo of part of the Housing Estate on Edwards Lane first. It didn’t come out well.

As we moved on and over the traffic island and up Hucknall Road, I tried to take a photo of the roadworks – but with the movement of the bus and reflection from the windows it ended up looking more like a Mystery Object competition photo.

The traffic as we climbed the hill up Hucknall Road was building up on the out of town lanes as they struggled to get through the road-works at the traffic island.

The wind was blowing these trees so much I feared one might topple over – I do so hate these flipping gale winds so much, and fear them too.

We got over the brow of the hill through the traffic lights and down to the next set of lights.


The rain started again and the sky changed within seconds to an ominous mixture of black grey and white very fast moving and ever changing in the winds.

Up to the top of the next hill and I dropped off the bus – just in time – it took me a while to get painfully down the stairs in time to catch me bus-stop like. It might not be such a good idea for me to go upstairs on the buses in the future – Hehe.

Took a photo of the ever changing sky as I went up stairs to respond to an urgent call to the porcelain.

Dark cloud, high winds and sunshine sneaking through?

I set about getting me nosh ready then.

Potatoes, garden peas peppers and chicken in an American Sauce.

Looked good, smelt good too – but it was too hot for me I’m afraid.

Don’t remember what the sauce was called like, but maybe I put in too many peppers?

I started to watch a ‘Touch of Frost DVD’ – and the inevitable happened – off I drifted into a deep slumber.

Woke four hours later and found the laptop on, I’s spilt a cup of spring water – luckily it only went over me and not the laptop and I’d been laying obliviously in it while kipping away – oh dear…

Cleaned missen up, WC’s and got on with doing this diary post.

Took me medications belatedly, and applied me creams.

On me way down to make a cuppa I espied a rainbow through the window. Got me camera and took some shots of it.

A rare happening in Nottingham this – not as fascinating as those rainbows that appear elsewhere I know.

Struggling to do this diary now as the hands and fingers are starting to freeze-up again now.

Been an odd sort of day, full of nothing.

Must remember to vote tomorrow – not that I have any faith in any of the candidates or their parties either. A matter for me of choosing the nihilists who might cause us proletariats least damage.

No point in voting for those who do not cheat and lie – because they all do!

. 

 

Tue 5.5.15: Inchcock Today Launderette day

Tuesday 5th April 2015

Gone 0500hrs before I got off to kip.

Stirred at 0645hrs mainly because I could recall details of one of me dreams and wanted to get em down quick before they disappeared:

I was in an empty shop on Hyson Green – I was sleeping rough on the floor… a voice was talking to me and advised the unit was used by the Army Cadets and best to introduce myself to them as a Captain or above when they arrive. I seemed young and smartly dressed?.

Four lads arrived and I got up brushed myself down and refusing to lie – told told them my name number and rank of Private.

We all milled around talking of actual events from my past.

They seemed interested… The voice kept talking almost like a narrator? Things from 60 years ago seemed so fresh and alive as we talked about them – it felt to me like the lads were there with me.

A door appeared on the wall and we were all ushered through by a woman. In that room there was a kitchen just like the one I had in 1950, enamel sink, Dads shaving mug and cut-throat razors with strap (No bathrooms then yer know) – but different people gathered. Mother even put in an appearance and gave us a lecture on how to avoid the police? One of the lads was telling me about a new weapon system he was being trained to use – then great disappointment as I found myself back in what I thought was reality and in a giant gift shop getting pressies for  every one I know it seemed – I can recall getting a Crossword book for Lynton Cox, an LP for his son John, A giant Rose for Rachel Carerra, a tandem bike for Shirley Blamey, a Guinea pig for Gaz Hoadley, a guitar for Marissa Bergen… there seemed like hundreds of others too?

Then the alarm went off.

Took me medications and got this bit of the diary down.

Got the laundry stuff ready and had a wash and brush-up.

Off to the launderette – dizzy en-route and not feeling too good when I arrived.

Took this photo – but can’t remember why?… oh yes I can, it was supposed to be of a Nottingham PAvement Cyclist but she was too quick fer me. Tsk!

BJ was late this morning. But  we had a good natter with Mandy when he arrived.

Got the washing done, and BJ ran me to Asda to do some shopping.

Still not feeling to bright.

We notice three Nottingham motorists on their mobile phones on the short journey to the supermarket.

BJ was not amused! 

As we approached the traffic lights on Gregory Boulevard/Radford Road we waited to turn right ant sight of the trees being blown so hard in the wind made me take a photo of them, although the wind is not obvious there was plenty of it about this morning.

BJ was livid when a youth on a motorbike drove across against the lights and through the traffic – a lucky young rascal indeed – not the words BJ used to describe him though!

At Asda I again spent too much. I got a spare flask cause they were dead cheap like there – £3.99 for a litre one.

Took us a while to through the checkouts get.

BJ ran me back home.

Thanked him and got in and sat down for a few minutes – still not feeling right.

WD’d and made a flask of strong tea for later on.

No energy.

Lack of sleep catching up with me I suppose?

Hey-ho, took me medications and gotme nosh ready for later – but but decided to have it straight away.

Roast potatoes in olive oil, cooked beetroots, Petit Pois and franks.

Ate it up followed by an iced lolly and tub of mandarins.

Started updating this diary and sneezing a lot now – Huh!

Too tired to do owt now – drained and faeege…fateg… fatiged… Tired.

TTFN folks.

Mon 4.5.15 Inchcock Today

Monday 4th April 2015

What a good sleep – got up when I sprang awake at… 1010hrs!

Early Morning Sky (Well late morning really – Tsk!)

I reckon I got six hours in. Vague memories of me dreams but nowt in detail. Tsk!

WC’d – then went to make a flask of tea – but found the flask leaking – oh dear!

Made a mug and a pot of porridge.

Did me BP: Sys 157 Dia 95 Pulse 100 – but couldn’t find me thermometer to take me temperature?

Laptop on and set about doing me LOMM entries for last week like.

I’ll have to get out and buy another flask – and call at the shop in Victoria Centre to get a prod-pen thingy to use with me new phone soon.

Feeling nervous again for some reason today.

Washed, titivated, medicated missen and set off to the bus-stop with me free-pensioners bus-pass. Being Bank Holiday there were few people about and the buses were running less often.

As I walked to Mansfield Road (with no pigeons coming down – probably because I was later than I usual?), down Church Drive, the beauty of the scenery caught me eye, and I put down me bag to take as best a shot of it as I could.

On to the end of the road and then went back to collect me bag what I’d left on the pavement. Tsk!

At the bus-stop I was about to take a photo of the beautiful skyline and realised here I was on a main arterial Mansfield Road and there was no traffic to be seen – not even a pavement cyclist! I turned the camera onto the road to catch this phenomenon in the warm sunshine. 

Moments later I took another photo as the obviously held up traffic came over the hill.

There was quite a wait for the bus – not that it mattered to me – I got up so late today – and with finding so many things I’d lost or misplaced I knew things were not boding well and resigned myself to waiting while whistling away to myself.

A lady came to the bus-stop and I greeted her with “Good morning, nice weather for the Bank Holiday” – She gave me a look that made me wither, tuned up her nose and tutted?

I thought “Oh dear”.

It was fun cramming together on the over-full bus, but at least the driver left no-one behind.

As I was spewed out of the bus by the overzealous passengers in a hurry I caught my composure, avoided being hit by a burk of a Pavement Cyclist and went into Victoria Centre to go to the MansWorld shop to see if they had one of those pen-swipe multitool gizmos in stock.

I got one and a USB Charge & Sync cable – why I got the USB Charge & Sync Cable I have yet to find out – it seemed a good idea at the time. But why?

I took a photograph of the Boost stall as I was passing above it.

Not only was I amazed to see so many customers fraternising the stall, but the fact that they had 5… yes 5 members of staff on duty surprised me muchly?

I really must try one of their fruit drinks one day.

As I walked on I noticed a group of youngsters on the ground floor.

They looked well ensconced of the floor with their i-pods?, food and drinks.

Well laid back they reminded me of the Hippies of old, bless em.

 I plodded along the top floor of the mall, taking a photo of some ‘Bling’ fer the TFZ gals en-route to Boots.

Down through the store to the bottom level of the store and started searching for the thermometers.

Perhaps a good 15 minutes later I found a member of staff to ask the locations of them and she kindly led me to where they were situated.

As I departed from Boots (£10 lighter) it dawned on me how busy it was everywhere today.

In the old days Bank Holidays were for relaxing and recuperating.

Nowadays it’s the shoppers delight – me included.

Mind you, if I hadn’t lost me thermometer and storage drive and broke me flask I wouldn’t be here.

I hobbled into Jessops store and had a look at the drink flasks they had to offer.

The second cheapest (the one I bought) was Thermos brand made in China – but then they were all made in China.

I’m hoping this £20 one will last longer than the £8.99 one made in Italy did – which was about 3 months before it broke inside – I can’t remember dropping it?

As I went to leave the mall – I took a photo of the newly refurbished area.

I thought how clinical and characterless they had made it look.

Drab, lifeless despite the many Nottingham shoplifters… I mean

Nottingham Shoppers there were about.

I walked over the road to the Trinity Square and found the citizenry in a more relaxed mood as they actually used the new food court.

The skateboarder were out in number here.

Then I plodded down Trinity Walk and took another ‘Bling’ photo for the gals on the TFZ site.

These are actually mobile phones in a store window.

Loved the owl one with the buttons on the outside they were second hand but I could not see any prices on them?

Down to the bus-stop and joined the marathon queue and waited patiently for the bus to arrive, while listening to  he others in the queue gossip away.

I hope the girl in the leather jeans who was speaking to a lanky youth with acne and a girl with her ear rings in her lips managed to persuade her parent to get her the ISO 8 she desired. Whatever ISO 8 is like?

While waiting for the bus to arrive I took a photo of some wonderful office buildings on Queen Street.

These have real character and great design features – I wondered when the council would be getting around to pulling them down too?

The bus came and somehow we all crammed into it and I was soon back in Carrington – and the yobs were lurking and drinking on the seats in the twitchell again.

So I walked the long way around back to the flea-pit.

WC’s – a bit of blood but nowt to worry about from the rear end exhaust.

Set about preparing me nosh fer the night.

A Beef pastie slice, tomatoes, garden peas, cooked beetroots and the best of the lot – seasoned herb small potatoes in olive oil. Followed with a vanilla mousse, Strawberry & vanilla ice-cream pot, a blackcurrant ice-cream lolly and a Cox’s apple!

By gum, I enjoyed this.

Fell into ‘A grumpy old man’ sleep afterwards for a couple of hours.

Tried the new thermometer – 34.2c

Laptop on, and took me medications later than planned – the new flask seemed to keep me tea warm enough.

Finished this Diary off – despite of me shaking then cramp ridden hands.

At 2230hrs I was determined to get some sleep in.

0215hrs, still determined to get some sleep in…

0255hrs, still determined to get some sleep in…

Sun 3/5/15: Inchcock Today: Out in the gloomy weather

Sunday 3rd May 2015ou

Woke at 0550hrs. Managed three hours dream filled kip.

In the dream Marie was working with me. Can’t recall actual details though.

Stirred took a photo of the bleak weather – obviously we’ve had some rain overnight though.

Stirred and made a cuppa.

Then did me BP things: Sys 147 – Dia 83 – Pul 80 – Temp 30.2

WC’d, no bleeding!

Started this diary off.

WC’d.

Abluted and got the goodie-bag for Jane & Pete ready – bus-pass, mobile phone etc.

Caught the bus into town due to the rotten wet weather like.

Into town down Trinity Walk and into the Pound Shop for ponder while I had to wait for the bus into West Bridgford.

Only the one pigeon to keep me company so he got some seeds and earthworms.

Got some bits fer Jane and Pete to add to their goodie-bag.

Caught the 7 bus out to West Bridgford and hobbled to their Mansion.

Had a natter and Pete took a look at setting up me new Lumia 625 mobile phone.

Another natter of sorts (We’re all deaf yer know – Tsk!).

Pete got me on the internet with the phone – told me how to answer a call and said he’d come with me back to the EE shop to sort the photo transferring out.

When I got the phone a chap said there was a lead in the box to transfer them straight to the laptop. There wasn’t one – so when I called back to the EE shop again, another chap said the lead from the charger comes out and I use that to transfer the photo’s to the laptop. I showed Pete the charger, and the lead does not come out ot it?

He might be free a week on Monday to go with me. Just hope I don’t get any appointments at the clinic or hospitals for that day.

Jane told me they got a 6 pack of Marmite crisps for me when they went shopping – nice I thought – but they’ve eaten five of them but gave me the last one… the bag had a hole in it.

I gave them their Goodie-Bag consisting of: 20 disposable Gloves – A microwaveable Lamb knuckle – Choc biscuits – 2 cream Profiteroles – Medicines – Plasters – Crackers – Microwave Oven dish – 2 ordinary Oven trays – Train ticket –  and some cheesey seaweed.

I liked the blouse Jane was wearing.

They were going out so I had to get going.

Sarcastically I thanked them for me punctured bag of Marmite crisps and Jane was not amused! (Only kidding, this piccy was posed for, honest!).

Plodded to Central Avenue and called in Iceland en-route and got an Iceberg lettuce.

Caught the bus into town.

It had brightened up now, the rain gone the wind low and the angina starting to kick in Tut!

I stood for a few reflective moments and watched the Nottingham folks in the Slas Square, some lazing, some drinking, some smoking, some arguing but they all had something in common – they didn’t look happy!

Had a walk around and fed the pigeons in Trinity Square.

Being as I missed me walk into town earlier, I decided a walk back from town would be a good idea.

The shoplifters being removed from Victoria Centre and placed in the back of a police car were rather verbal and aggressive.

A few hundred yard up the hill on Mansfield Road and the first Nottingham Pavement Cyclist, although going slowly along as he was talking to his fellow ogre walking beside him – he still came so close to hitting me – I had to sidestep to avoid him. Swine!

The sun was coming out now.

A few hundred yards further up the hill and another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist approached.

He nearly hit several people as he flew passed me with his headphones giving of a whining screeching noise – I’m not certain, but I think they call it ‘Music’ nowadays?

Up to the top of the hill and down the other side – the angina caused me to stop a while and pretend to be looking at the scenery like.

As I started to hobble down the road (On the pavement like!) Yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist belted passed me – and this one was a danger. He was on his mobile phone and rode so close to everyone he passed – Grrrr! Discourteous Young Flogging Deserving Swine!

But he didn’t bother me like…

Amazing how good the Arthur Itis in me knees has been today… I may regret saying that later?

A bit further on near Hucknall Road, the Sterling Moss of Nottingham Pavement Cyclists flashed passed me making me jump – he was so fast he was nearly out of shot by the time I took the photo – and I had the camera ready in me hand. Swine!

As I changed hands to carry the bag – that well known stiffening of the fingers came – ‘Cramps!’ Gawd I hate this.

The sky had gone back to how it had looked over the previous couple of days and the wind picked up a tad.

Got in the flea-pit and made for the WC – Just in time, Phew!

Prepared me nosh – of Saute microwave potatoes, lettuce, cooked beetroot, me last Chicken Sausage, bread thins and a Cox’s apple – followed by an iced lolly and a tub of ice-cream.

 Oh, and me evening medications with a good strong cup of Yorkshire tea.

I struggled to eat it all – but managed.

The finger cramps became bothersome again and stayed so for hours it seemed.

Still, no feet or legs cramps… yet?

Started to watch a DVD but didn’t get to the end of it as I zonked out for an hour or so.

Did this diary and then did some Blogging and Facebooking.

Further Thoughts in Rhyme on the General Election May 2015

General Thoughts

Can’t see any of them throwing me a bone,

Each cheats like the others, each one is a clone,

Every one of ’em gets on my axone,

None of them has any moral or honest backbone,

Many MPs can’t control their own testosterone,

All of ’em like to blow their own trombone.

Backhanders?

They get backhanders and this has been shown,

Banks give ’em cheap mortgages, or a no interest loan,

A classy mistress or a second home in Sierra Leone,

Free nights out to first nights show – with chaperon,

Wealth and free amusements are not unbeknown,

To Barclay’s bank a lifeline of billions was thrown,

Not surprising, with the Barclay’s shares they own.

Molestation

They’ll not worry about prosecution when their hands roam,

For in this fowl trend they are not alone,

This their fellow members seem to condone?

No need for the others to depone,

Seems like all of them to this habit are prone!

Employment

While they let some lucky voters work at the grindstone,

Others are left to abuse alcohol and the Methodone,

Osborne and the like, never been in a work zone,

Silver spoon raised, they were never alone,

Rich parents and Eton were their cornerstone,

I had neither… but I don’t like to moan.

NHS

Private hospitals will always mend their cartilage bone,

Not for them an operation to postpone,

Cameron strutting round like Al Capone,

Determined to destroy the NHS I bemoan.

General

They lie to us every time in a superior tone,

To nepotism they are all very prone,

They seek adulation to sit on a throne,

Out of Government they should all be thrown!

Sat 2/5/15: Inchcock Today: Hibernating Today

Saturday 2nd April 2015

Got to sleep around 0400hrs Tsk!

Up at 0800hrs – nearly had a wash…

Made a cuppa and got laptop on while waiting for me Iceland delivery to come. 0900>1100hrs.

Bloomin’ cold this morning – I’m shivering here!

The sky looks daunting again. It looks like one massive dark cloud in the sky.

Just looked at the forecast – plenty of rain coming it seems. Oh good!

That’s me in fer the day then – no good taking a risk while I’m not feeling well is there?

The rain came.

The Iceland man cameth at 1048hrs.

With difficulty I found room in the fridge and freezer fer me good.

The American Meals were not chilled as I anticipated, but frozen.

Thus is was a battle to get em all in the freezer along with me ice-creams, lollies, microwave chips and other ready meals. Tsk!

The instructions were 7 minutes in microwave then stir – another 3 minutes – but with my old oven it took 7 and 3 then another 4 to get it right hot like.

Sliced some tomatoes and put on top of it, had it with a Cox’s apple, bread thins and cheesey seaweed crunchies.

By gum it were grand too! Full of tangy flavour.

A reet treat for the Young Nottingham Lad…

I settled down to eat it and watch a ‘Jonathan Creek’ on a DVD.

Drifted off into a deep much needed sleep – good job I had no plans to go out today, didn’t wake up until gone 1700hrs!

I felt discombobulated to say the least when I stirred. What day is it, have I missed going to see Sister Jane? No that’s Sunday. Did I take me medications, then some memories of the dreams came to me and I wrote notes down before they all went into the ether.

Down washed me pots, bag out to bin, drizzling a bit cold now – the weather not me!

Made a cuppa and found I’d left the laptop in sleep mode, started this little diary.

Consulted me scribbled notes on the dreams:

I was in a massive queue for something or other, not sure what and kept being sent to the back of the line of people – some of who I recognised some not. 

I had to catch a bus (A Bristol Lodekka) back to the start of the queue each time I was rejected by the people at the gate where we were all in line to get though – the conductress would slip me a dried pilchard like fish to eat on each trip and give me a wink and a radiant smile?

After I don’t know how many failures the men at the gate got me to sign a note agreeing with the statement that I was riddled with rust and would leave my stocks of Duraglit to the Salvation Army?

Not sure what happened then but I found myself in a bath being bathed by sumo wrestlers who kept throwing flower petals in the bath while chanting Adam Faiths ‘My Last Wish’ song? I think they kept giving me some sterilised milk to drink from a Dutch clog?

I fell out of the bath as I getting out and that was it, I just kept falling and falling for so long I was welcoming a concrete floor to land on to end it all – then fell into giant machine which I came out of the other end with three legs and gigantic boil on me nose that impeded me getting out through the double doors?

One of me better dreams this one I thought. I sense there was much more to it but cannot remember, yet some bits I recalled in detail? 

Had a rinse WC’d (No bleeding), took me evening medications – wondered if I missed me morning ones? Then did me BP thingy like, later than I should have but thought that being as I missed doing yesterdays best do it anyway.

Sys 150 – Dia 73 Pulse 81 – Temp 32.4

Did some Facebooking.

Amazingly I still felt tired, coughing a bit too now.

Tsk!

Hello… better check the rear exit – think the haemorrhoids are leaking again…

Fri 1/5/15 Inchcock Today: Reminiscing

Friday 1st May 2015

Woke at 0730hrs with a jump – almost in a panic and didn’t know why?

The sky looked daunting this morning.

WC’d – no bleeding from the hemorrhoids, but the lesion in me Inch was dribbling blood and very tender and the boil was annoyed when I cleaned meself up and caught it!

Took me temperature 31.1c – Forgot to do me BP tests – Tsk!

Went down and made a flask of tea.

Pulled the bins out for collection.

Took me medications and applied me creams.

0745hrs: Laptop on and started this diary. Opened Coreldraw to do the header for it.

0834hrs Got the header done and on. Coreldraw9 froze on me and I had to start again – Huh!

Did a bit of Facebooking then got myself spruced up and ready to go on a walk into Nottingham City Centre in search of some Bling’ photographs for the gals on the TFZ site.

The weather had brightened up.
Again some amazing patterns in the clouds this afternoon as I left the bomb-site.

I called in the Co-op on me way and got some bread-Thins and Jam Doughnuts.

On me hobble into town I was nearly assaulted by various Nottingham Pavement Cyclists – it’s getting worse than ever now.

This one with his back-pack was particularly dangerous due to the speed he was belting along at I thought.

No sooner had I belatedly took a photo of the animal and a few hundred yards further on another one came belting passed me swerving all over the pavement en-route.

 Getting a tad nervous now as me ankles were worse, much worse than usual and my agility – such as it is, was much impeded.

About half way up the hill and as I stopped to take a photo of the trees in the Rock cemetery from the other side of the road, I gave such a sneeze – and this shook even me – that one of me hearing-aids fell out.

Painfully I bent down to retrieve it.

Then yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came passed – I think this one just might have been a touch tiddly.

The immature yob-hoody lookalike who was obviously so tough he was too scared to cycle on the road was gong all over the place – a straight line was not in his vocabulary today.

Maybe he thought he was on the road?

Who knows eh!

Up to the top of the hill and down into town.

When I reached the junction with Woodborough road I kept me camera in me hand, a this is a regular spot for the inconsiderate unconcerned nonchalant nasty nihilistic Nottingham Pavement Cyclists to appear on me walks into town.

Today though it was one of the Councils electric powered mini-street-cleaners that nearly hit someone (Not me, the bloke in the picture – who was not pleased at all).

I plodded down onto Milton Street and faced the prospect of getting through the maddening crowds on Clinton Street.

I managed to get through unmolested to the back of the Council House.

Slipped some seeds to the dicky-birds.

As I passed some people on the Coffee Shop seating I realised that they were all drinking out of giant size mugs and didn’t seem to be enjoying the drinks really.

I wondered if it was addictive qualities of coffee that make folk pay £3 a mug like and still not be happy?

That started me reminiscing about the old days when around the corner from where I was, used to be a Cafe where coffee was four old pence and tea three old pence a cup and we enjoyed it?

I was so deep in me memories that I nearly walked into a tree – luckily nowadays me rate of knots was slow I managed to avoid this at the last second. Huh!

I crossed the road and went down Bridlesmith Gate.

No street musicians, no Big Issue sellers and no yobs about in the area today – good that.

I did notice a shop selling ladies shoes had a special offer on some of them… ‘Save 40% on the latest design footwear’ the sign indicated.

On a closer inspection I saw the ladies could get a pair of crocodile high heel boots for only £299 in the Sale – £299?

Crickey and blimey!

To the end of the street and facing the entrance into the sad Broad Marsh Shopping Centre I took a photo and started to reminisce again…

All the retail units that used to be their now closed down.

Worse still, the wonderful Drury Hill this medieval street was destroyed to make way for this doomed shopping mall – a crime if ever there was one by the Nottingham City Council the Banks and the nihilists in charge at the time!

They should be brought back to life and flogged!

Swines!

I went in and had a look around the 99p shop. I got a microwave dish and some bikkies for the nurses amongst other bits.

I walked down and through the pathetic centre.

A stall was selling mobile phone accessories and I asked if they had any for the Nokia Lumia – he did at £9.99 – which was much better than the £25 they wanted at the EE shop, so I got one.

Out the other end onto Wheeler Gate and up into the City Centre.

Plenty of street musicians and entertainers around this area – Muslims pushing the Koran and trying to convert peoples, Christians pushing the Bible and trying to convert people, Opinion surveyors stopping people (Mind you, they see me hobbling along and never seem to bother me?).

Up through Exchange Walk and into the slab square.

No CPOs around today – the cut-backs I suppose.

Around passed Primark and up Clumber Street – right and up onto the Walk-over to take a photograph from a different angle of the traffic.

I say different, but nothing seems to stop the suicidal Nottinghamians from crossing the traffic lights against the signals.

I carried on over into the Victoria Centre and had a gander around the market – gad it is so sad there nowadays. Closed stalls, un-fresh produce at high prices with owners who are likely to cut yer fingers off if you have the cheek to even look like your about to touch ‘Their’ fruit and veg on display, which is not the fruit or veg you get served with, they come from behind and under the counter of course.

Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist minging with pedestrians on Upper Parliament Street.

I limped on in some discomfort now – the knees have join the ankles in a mutual effort to make Inchcock hurt. Hehehe!

I went into Tesco – and what a mistaka -to-maka!

I spent a small fortune.

The Pork Loin, the Polish Chicken Sausages etc were all too tempting for me.

So, along with the bread and doughnuts from the Co-op earlier, I’d got cooked sliced beetroot, Japanese Rice nibbles, Pork Loin, Chicken Sausages, New Potatoes in herbs and butter, Cox’s apples, tomatoes and a much lighter wallet.

Tsk!

As I left the mall, I espied a single Robin in the centre.

Poor thing seemed confused.

I hope it finds its way out safely?

I departed and walked up to Trinity Square.

There were many more fold about there today,but none of them seemed very happy.

I took a photograph of some ‘Bling’ for the girls at the TFZ on Facebook during me walk today – Broad Marsh, Vic Centre and in Kings Walk.

This one on the left was me favourite one.

Pearls in reality as the girls on TFZ are also Pearls in reality.

I poddled down and caught a bus back to Carrington. (Long live the Free Pensioners Bus-pass!).

Got back and WC’d, applied some more cream on me lesion.

Oh how I dined!

Tesco New potatoes – 10/10

Strong Amsterdam Cheese – 8/10

Tesco Vine Tomatoes Dutch – 8/10

Tesco Sweet Beetroot shredded – 7/10

Rocket – 8/10

Polish Chicken Sausage – 9/10

Co-op Bread Thins – 6/10

Cox’s Apple (Tesco) – 10/10

Co-op Jam Doughnut – 7/10

Marvellous, and I watched a DVD ‘A good Day to Die Hard’ while I ate it – I bet the Queen didn’t?

The Polish cooked chicken sausage was excellent.

Fell asleep.

Woke up three hours later disorientated and wondering what time and day it was.

Laptop on and updated this diary – during which a nasty dizzy spell visited me.

Took me ages to get this done.

Take care all and thanks fer reading.

Ode to the UKs Political Leaders

Who should you really want to vote for?

Who will make you more frustrated and poor?

Can any of them be trusted any more?

Will they all send our soldiers to war?

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Will they copy Maggie and the nihilist Blair?

They’ll all make your blood boil and want to swear,

Fiddle their expenses, unhindered without a care,

Honest politicians? You haven’t a prayer!

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Their chrematistic nature we’ll have to endure,

Their ego, lying, cheating and cunning for sure,

They lie cheat but never get shown the door,

Should we shoot one now and then to level the score?

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They seek wealth, adulation and utter power,

A set of dishonest, distrustful folk this shower,

Getting more greedy by the day… the hour!

Free from prosecution in the their Ivory tower.

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We’d be better off trusting a herd of Gnu,

Their greed you just cannot subdue,

Their growing wealth needs a judicial revue,

It’d probably be done by Osborne’s Uncle too,

As Con-men go, UK MP’s are the best, it’s true!

Thu 30.4.15 Inchcock Today – Feeling Ficulnean

Thursday 30th April 2015

Oh boy whadda dream!

I was back in uniform – TSM Hopkinson was there as well as Lynton Cox, Gaz Hoadley and Clivey Danton, the last three being Internet cyber-friends and others unknown – I seemed to be the opposite of what I was, a competent fully trained RAMC medic and I could not get the wounded Gaz and Clivey to stop moving long enough that I could apply dressings to their wounds – the TSM kept interfering and wanted me to use a mixture of bleach and Guinness to treat the lesions on them – I think we were in an underground train station somewhere? – Lynton was CO and brain surgeon kept asking if he could have the brains yet, I insisted he waits until they are dead – the TSM chipped in “We’ll make dosh out of this mush – help em on their way Private… – Lynton was getting impatient and suggested I give them each a crossword to do? – Suddenly we were all in an aircraft and Gaz and Clivey were in parachutes all ready to jump and when they did I jumped with them but didn’t have a parachute on, Gaz caught me in mid air and said “Told yer your memory will be the death of you didn’t I?… found myself in a rest home on a porch leading to garden and some gravestones – Lynton appeared in a white coat and I asked him who were in the graves, “They are political promises” he quipped and laughed as he swigged from a bottle of gin and toppled over onto a settee falling on a cat?

Seemed so real this dream did.

WC’d – plenty of blood to clean up from the piles and the Inch – Tsk!

0715hrs: Moved down to make a flask of tea and pot of porridge. Took medications.

Flipping nippy this morning, been raining now drab and dour – still windy.

Took me BP: Sys 176 Dia 79 Puls 78 Temp 33.3c.

Couldn’t find me pay-as-you go mobile – I was sure I had it yesterday?

A search ensued: Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, all me clothes pockets, nooks and crannies, and I got missen all worked up… I hoped against all odds that I would not have to go through getting a replacement again…

A mental ‘Ping’ went off in me head – I checked the inside pocket of me jacket and there was the mobile – Phew!

Relaxed a bit now I had me almost cold porridge and a cuppa.

Started the laptop as the angina started playing up. Huh!

Coreldraw9 crashed – Corel Paint Pro crashed and I was well fed-up now!

Restarted laptop again – started this Diary.

Did some Facebooking.

Ordered some stuff from Iceland.

Ordered some American Pulled Pork and bean hash that looked nice. ‘Cooked Diced Potato (38%), Water, Cooked Pulled Pork (15%), Black Eyed Beans (4.5%), Kidney Beans (4.5%), Sugar, Tomato Paste, Black Treacle, Modified Maize Starch, Barley Malt Vinegar, Worcester Sauce, Rapeseed Oil, Caramelised Sugar Syrup, Mustard Powder, Smoked Maltodextrin, Garlic Purée, Salt, Smoked Salt, Dextrose, Ground Black Pepper.’ being delivered Saturday morning with the other stuff.

Kentucky Angel suggested I loaded up with nosh in case the weather forecast is right and we have snow coming at the weekend.

Did a graphic of Patti Beckert at her easel painting with her radiant smile.

Got missen cleaned up nicely and got the stuff ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop to take with me on a little walk into Sherwood this morning.

The sky was a site to see this morning.

I set off up the road, fed Fatima and Fred their breakfast and hobbled onto Mansfield Road.

Up the first hill and the sky was even more picturesque than earlier.

Just over the top of the hill I passed a block of large old houses that Sister Jane used to live in – she had a flat with Pete there when they first got married – by gum that wer a long time ago.

Harold McMillan was Prime Minister then I think!

The sky here caught my attention once again – the different shades of grey blues and whites intermingled and ever moving – a bit like me innards today? Hehehe!

Down the hill I tried to photograph  pesky Nottingham Pavement Cyclist… but did it so quick it turned out I missed him but managed to get the old chaps head who was at the pelican crossing, and informing the rat-bag of a Nottingham Pedestrian Cyclist of his disfavour at nearly being ran into by the nerk!

I limped down to dip near the library and popped into the charity shop there to see if they had any books in I might fancy. Not sure why, because I’ve currently got Spike Milligan, Tony Beever and the Quintinshill Train Disaster books on the go?

They didn’t have any so I plodded on passed the library and noticed the trees having their leaves and branches blown all over the place in the wind.

The sky still dark with fast moving clouds.

Onward up the hill and the aroma from the take-away noshery tempted me to get something – but I resisted, knowing I’d still got one lamb shank and the pulled pork to consume back at the bomb-site.

Up to the top of the hill and the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

I handed them me carrier bag of bits and we had a natter.

As I was walking back down the hill approaching the bottom, it dawned on me that maybe BJ might have found me mobile that I’d lost in his car.

So I called at his house and he was in luckily. I explained the situation and he got his car keys and came out to search the car – it took a while but he did find it under the passenger seat.

I explained the sim had been cancelled but I wanted to take the new one out of the new Nokia Lumia because I couldn’t cope with the new type of touch phones and put it in the old phone. After I get to be advised by Brother-in-law Pete on how to operate it I should be okay.

Funny how I can recall all the stuff I learnt years ago – but recent additions to me education fade?

Anyroad – neither of us knew how to open either of the phones to change the batteries. Sad innit?

But all part of life’s rich tapestry and cruelty!

Had two dizzies while at BJs.

BJ offered to run me home, I thanked him for the offer but didn’t want to hassle him any more and I was feeling fine then, bless his friendly foibles.

Poddled back to Carrington and WC’d. No blood from the Inch or rear-end – but found a new boil – Huh can’t win can yer – Tut!

Made me nosh and a flask of tea – feeling  weary again, it seems to come earlier each day this… Tdk!

The pulled pork was alright, the sauce with it very good – the BBQ beans and Co-op bread thins were okay.

sTried watching a Hustle DVD but kept nodding off – decided to get me head down – but could not get to kip. Grrr!

Put some Adam Faith old songs on YouTube and listened through me headphones while doing this diary like.

Since starting the dairy – I’ve been summoned to the porcelain four times already by me innards – was the pulled pork dodgy? Oh dear.

Occasionally it can get you down like – no freedom from pain of some sort or other in me old age. If it ain’t Arthur Itis or Anne Gyna it’s the skin cancer growths or the duodenal ulcer, the boils or bleeding Inch, the hernia or the dizzies, the hemorrhoids or the ear drums, the ticker valve or… I’d better stop I’ll depress missen… Hehehe!

I really shouldn’t complain, there are so many people worse off than me. I feel guilty now.

Came across this photo that Jane and Pete sent me.

Love him to bits I do!

Bless him.

Brother-in-law Pete emailed me to tell me I could go to visit them on Sunday 1230hrs.

Emailed him back telling him I would like to – and get some help with the Lumia mobile, fuss Fooey, take their nibbles and have a chinwag.

Tired but no sleep yet.

Hey-ho…

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