Didn’t get to sleep until gone 0430hrs Tsk! Woke up .
Woke up and WC’d 063ohrs and did me ablutions and took me medications and Blood Pressure.
Made a cuppa and took a photo of the sky from my usual position enroute.
The growth on my shoulder the only one of me ailments really bothering me this morning – I must remember to attend the Treatment Centre next Tuesday and not go to the launderette I thought – which prompted me to get moving.
Sorted me washing ready for the launderette – BJ rang asking if I still needed a lift and I said “Yes please” – I have three dirty-great bags full to take and launder.
Made another cuppa and started this diary to here.
BJ arrived and we were off.
I fed Fatima and Fred as I left the house – noticing that a newcomer was with them – a wood-pigeon.
The traffic was bad.
We arrived at the launderette to find Mandy on duty with one woman customer doing her washing – and using four machines!
I wondered how big her family was.
I managed to cram all me three bags of washing into the two machines left available, got em going and then took a photo of the three occupants, BJ the lady and Mandy in the background.
The reflux valve started to play up and BJ started to pass wind regularly – so with my belching and hiccuping and BJs musical alto passings of wind from his rear-end, the lady hurriedly packed away her washing and left the launderette.
Oh dear…
We were soon done and BJ gave me a lift with him to Asda.
Where the aroma from their cafe attracted me so much – I nearly almost went and considered getting something to eat there.
Neither BJ or I could identify what the aroma was mind.
I proceeded to spent far too much again.
We were soon out and on the way home – BJ forgot I was in the car and drove passed me street then realised what he’d done – we did larf!
He went back and dropped me off, lifting the heavy stuff to the door for me – bless his foibles!
Now me plans were to have summat to eat and get me medication pots tended to.
I made summat to eat right enough.
A vertible feast – but couldn’t eat it all, me eyes bigger than me stomach again – Still I did me best and the pigging it seemed to calm down the reflux valve a tad?
Tsk!
Then I had brief idea that I should now be making up me pots of pills – and fell asleep! Huh!
Woke up hours later, just in time to take me evening medications (Missed the midday ones) and pass a lot of wind from both ends.
Did this diary and then some Facebooking before spending several hours praying to get some more sleep in…
Didn’t nod-off until 0430hrs -Woke up 0730hrs: full of bits of memories of the dreams I’d had and noted them down.
Went down to make a brew and found no porridge – Tsk! – must get out and get some today.
Took a photo of the sky from the back and then the front of the flea-pit, everything was damp.
Laptop on on and me ailments assesment done: BP Sys 160 Diast 89 Pulse 75.
Arthritis Reflux valve and Angina all okay. Ulcer no bother at all. Cancer growth very tender. New ticker valve ticking away. My voice has gone a bit guttural and croaky. Eyes and nose still running. Haemorrhoids stinging a bit but no bleeding. Infection in the ears bothersome – but being as I forgot to apply me spray that’s not surprising like.
Translated me almost unreadable notes about me dream:
I was dashing about the rain soaked streets of a town – black and white this part of the dream – trying to get into shops but something always stopped me, seems like it was the 60’s to me, yet I think I was after some new batteries for me camera, obstructions everywhere… and in patches I found myself in a posh ballroom chasing after a cuddly pretty lady – not catching her, then back in the wet streets and shops, climbing the walls to gain entry into a department store because they would not let me in through the front doors? Suddenly I was with Dad on his horse and dray in the same dank dark and filling the tin bath one back? – Then I was climbing up the walls of a store again (colour images now) and as I struggled passed each window, chickens came out and pecked gently at my curiously pale blue skin? Eventually getting on the roof and found the chickens had laid some batteries for me camera?
Cold this morning, or perhaps I just feel it cause of me having caught chill?
Took me medications and started this diary off.
Coreldraw9 froze within minutes of opening it – Grrr!
Went through me beautification routine and got missen togged-up and out on a walk to the Forest recreation ground tram-stop.
This turned out to be rather interesting hobble photographicalisationally speaking that is anyway.
The first Pavement Cyclist near the college on Mansfield Road all but hit me, came very close he did. Swine!
Walked on and right into Gregory Boulevard where the ancient but beautiful trees adorn the pavement and share them with more lampposts than seemed needed?
It was nice to see the kids on the fields actually playing an organised game of cricket. Unfortunately there were no English kids, so expect Pakistan to rule the world of cricket in the next five years or so.
The usual weed-dealing yobs were lurking in the free exercise area. A feeling on unease was in the air – can’t explain it… uncomfortable like, made me feel a little nervous for some reason – but I could see no reason?
I plodded on and came across a site that made me smile and think of it as: Mechanical Triffid Attack in Nottingham – Nottingham Defence Volunteer Shoplifters Kill it in the early hours of this morning!
Might be a funny post it that somewhere?
The next Pavement Cyclist was even closer to clobbering into me, he had headphones on.
Swine! – Tsk!
To the tram-stop and one came almost immediately and I travelled, remembering to swipe me free-pensioners bus-pass on the platform before gerrin’ on it like – oh I do love me free bus-pass to bits!
The tram was busy – with the usual selection youngsters sat on the disabled seats with tinny music (I think it was anyway) reverberating from the attached ear pieces.
Arrived at Bulwell station and got buffeted by the other more mobile passengers in their rush to get off the tram and beat it to the crossing into Bulwell. This is very common on this route – and I have the bruises to prove it.
They were very put-off when the tram driver pulled away without waiting for them to cross the line and I heard a few chunters about it when I caught up with them.
I poddled over the line, across the bridge over the river Leen and fed some pigeons en-route to the market place and the cheapo shop.
Got some bits from there and wandered through the market place on me way to the bus-station and forgot I’d not got many of me porridge pots, so went back and got some, then started off over the market to the bus-station and realised I’d forgot to get me tomatoes – back over the market and into the Iceland store – gerring a bit weary and fed up wi missen now. hehe!
Got a pack of tomatoes and noticed they were selling some packs of small buttered new potatoes that were cookable in the microwave and tried a pack – I regret not getting more now as later on I found them to be absolutely delicious!
Struggled back through the market and to the bus-station and caught a number 17 back to Carrington.
The sky was getting a little threatening now.
We moved out of the station and joined a queue of traffic that I never found the cause of, but had me crossword book with me and pretended to be getting the answers like – in truth I’ve been on this crossword 19 for ages now – I can conceded failure again and will have to cheat and have a look at the answers before long methinks.
The bus moved on and near the KFC near the traffic island a ganglet of apprentice yobboes on bikes were stood right in the road being leary with drivers.
I took a photo of them little scrota as the bus eventually passed them and they rode off on the pavement of course, causing apprehension amongst the locals.
Swines!
Got through to Carrington without further incident – and then remembered to collect me prescriptions from the chemist.
Back to the flea-pit via the thankfully yobbo free twitchel.
WD’d put the kettle on, then quite a load of purchases to put away.
Bought more than I intended to methinks…
Made me nosh for the night – kept getting the feeling I’d forgotten something important somehow – still got the sensation now, can’t seem to get it out of me head?
Worrying that.
Got me nosh ready and began to digest it with great relish.
Krakowska, the new buttered potatoes, tomatoes, cooked beetroot and some bread thins.
Really enjoyed it too.
Took me medications and watched a DVD – fell asleep.
Woke abut two hours later and started this diary.
Bit of hassle with downloading the photographs from the camera card as this newer, more powerful excuse for a laptop kept failing to recognise the drive – Tsk damn and bother!
Still, after rebooting it eventually allowed me to.
Woke up 0630hrs full of memories of the dreams I’d remembered and by the time I’d got missen on the porcelain in response to an urgent call to duty – I’d lost everything that I’d had in me memory of the dreams from 30 seconds earlier.
Gawd, it’s so annoying that! Tut!
Coughing and sneezing this morning, runny nose too.
Took a photo of the ominous looking sky as limped gently down the stairs to make me cuppa and a pot of porridge and take me medications for breakfast.
When I took out the milk from the fridge I noticed the cooked meats I’d bought yesterday and just looking at the packs brought the flavour of them to me throat. Without doubt two of the most flavourful and tasty cooked meats on the market methinks.
The Sopocka is a delicate sweet flavoured low fat meat that goes so well in a salad.
The Krakowska is summat to get your teeth into, mixed meats chewy and tasty too. Bit fatty here and there, but the taste stays with you all day after you’ve enjoyed eating this – the only drawback is the Reflux Valve isn’t too keen on me eating it, so I only eat it rarely nowadays.
Neither can be called cheap but they are so yummy!
Chinese cheese seaweed goes very nice with the Sopocka in a salad.
Back to me diary, got carried away there… sorry.
Laptop on and after rebooting due to Serif draw freezing I managed to get the header fininshed for yesterdays post and sent it off.
Started this diary and Coreldraw froze – I’m getting a bit down about this – surely someone can do something it can’t be beyond the realms of having expectations to want a laptop that Coreldraw9 and Serif Draw x6 can work properly on. I’m getting closer to the end, and taking more and more time to do me graphics – then have to limit what I do. Grrr!
Feeling a bit lonely now… no idea why, nowts changed. Funny that innit? Does this happen to you?
Sorting though me photographs and graphics in an effort to delete some to save storage space and came across this photograph that I took yeterday and forgot to put in the diary, of St Andrews Church on Mansfield Road.
I took it through the bus window as it travelled over the lights, kind of nice I thought?
Windy again this morning, the drafts coming under the door and up me legs and arms. Brrr!
I’ve used Google Photos storage in conjunction with Picasa – sometimes it rearranges the photos back in different folders – most annoying, but they are there and it’s a free service.
Found an old graphic here about out wonderful political leaders wot I dun ages ago – with the elections coming up I thought post it again. I’ve posted it on Facebook as well.
Thought of a funny idea about me Electionion Card, so I am about to open Coreldraw9 and see if I can doctor it.
TTFN.
I’m back – spent a few hours doing graphics for me blog and Facebook – Graphic prog’s did not crash (Yet) but they came close.
When I got these finished I was weary and hungry so made missen a potatoe based nosh to nosh like, with BBW chicken wings.
Saute potatoes in extra virgin olive oil, microwave chips and some tiny BBQ chicken wings – oh I just said that didn’t I – Tut!)
Watched a New Tricks DVD – and nodded off for half an hour.
Doing some Facebooking now.
The wind’s still a-blowin’ outside.
Damnatiions! had two dizzies on the stairs – crickey they’re doubling up on me now! Hehehe…
Took me evening medications.
Must remember to fetch me medications in the morning.
I’d like to thank the Nottingham Election team for sending me my Election Card – plus the extra advice on recent crime in the local area.
This they said was to enable those electors who cannot afford to pay for an escort, armoured taxi, body guards or even Group4 security to accompany them to the polling station – to find the least dangerous route to the St John’s Church to cast their votes.
I woke up in a contorted position in which I nodded off in last night – early last night too – must have needed it because I reckon I got a good 10 hours kip in! Had to think a bit to work out what time and day it was… Hehe!
WC’d – mammoth results. Then remembered having the vegetables in black bean sauce last night and understood.
Made a cuppa and took me medications.
Whilst searching for me photograph of me morning medications I came across a graphic wot I created some time ago and am not sure if I used it before.
I think I made it for me relating of me dreams perhaps?
Any-road I’ve posted it here.
I couldn’t recreate anything like this nowadays as the so called newer and more powerful laptop I got to replace the old deceased one, will not let me use Coreldraw or Serif Draw without freezing as soon as I start doing anything of an intricate nature on them.
Couldn’t recall any bits of me dreams last night – or indeed if I had any at all? Most unusual for me that!
Took me blood pressure and recorded it – treated my haemorrhoids (By the way, that is the very first time I written that word correctly first time – hehe).
Drizzling but sunny this morning – not that I’ve ventured out yet like.
Did some Facebooking, got yesterdays diary finished and posted and some blogging.
Titivated missen and went for a walk into town – with the intention of getting some shirts from Primark – topping up me pay-phone and getting milk… but we’ll see what happens once I’m out and about and me mind wanders. Tsk!
The sky was pretty when I left the dump to catch the bus to town, instead of walking due to the horrible high winds.
Got into the City centre, plenty of fold about this morning – in fact I had to keep an eye out for those on mobile phones, disability scooters and cyclists for fear of having me over like.
The sky had changed completely from earlier but the winds were still playing havok and a-blowin’ summat rotten!
I limped on down Miltn Street and to the crossing over Upper Parliament Street where the Nottinghomians usual try to commit suicide by bus bu ignoring the cross/don’t cross signals at the junction traffic lights.
As I stood waiting to cross the lights, I noticed the welcoming I’d have to tackle on the Clinton Street pedestrianised road – a bit like going into a cup final.
I went into the EE shop (Yellow sign on the left of the picture) to top-up me pay-s-you-go mobile – but there were so many folk waiting I gave up and walked out and around to he Primark Store and had a poddle around for a while.
I did notice that they had some… er… erm… thingies like necklaces for the ladies on sale that were only £2 to £5 each.
No idea what they made of but thought they looked nice so I took a photograph of them for the TFZ gals, then ignored the ‘rum’ look I got from an assistant and wandered back into the menswear department and tried on some hats.
None were big enough – Huh!
Ended up buying some socks and a pair of light jammies.
Left and wandered over the Slab Square where there were plenty of people but none of them using the fountains to play in today, it was far too windy.
Had a wobble down Wheeler Gate to Lister Gate to get me Mobile phone topped-up – again that one was too busy.
I came out a poddled back towards town and spotted a Car-Phone Warehouse shop and tried there – ah… not many in here so I got it done there.
Came out and slipped the Saxaphone player a quid.
Also sneaked some seeds to the pigeons.
Back through town and up to Tesco in Victoria Centre.
Where I wanted to get me milk from: ended up getting Marmite Crisps, crispy bacon, cheapo mini-roll cakes, underarm spray and mouthwash as well as me milk.
Limped back to the bus-stop via Trinity Square again, never known so many folk there.
Got on a bus using me pensioners free pass (Hehehe – I love it!).
Eventually we moved off and as we turned the corner into Milton Street the driver, quite rightly honked his horn at a bloke crossing over against the lights – the chap turned and glared at the driver. I reckon he was lucky the driver was on the ball and saw the idiot at all.
There were many pavement cyclist about in town, but being crowded and me feeling lazy I missed the opportunities to snap them.
We soon arrived at Carrington and I got off at the Co-op store and had a dizzy – as I recovered in seconds two pavement cyclists appeared and with a nonchalantness called out for me to get out of the XXXX way as they passed!
Cheeky little monkeys…
I’m really glad I don’t own a gun now.
The twitchel was hoody free so I nipped through and back to the dump – Fatima and Fred popping down to be fed as I did.
WC’d.
Got a letter confirming me appointment that is to be at the Nottingham Treatment Centre ran by a private company using facilities in the new building behind the Queens Medical Centre.
Tuesday 21 April 2015 – 1440hrs – Dermatology – Doctor Srgyridetian Schiouness.
Made two burger sandwiches and ate me last bit of pork pie with em – followed by an ice lolly, lemon yoghurt and an apple.
Did this diary to here and then intended to do some Facebooking before I drifted off again…
I woke up around 0730hrs WC’d and made a cuppa, consumed me breakfast.
While nibbling away I remembered remembering “Well I’m bound to remember that dream” earlier. But could not remember it – so galling innit!
Medicationalised missen then on the laptop and at the ‘When will Coreldraw9 freeze today’ stage.
No solutions to this problem in sight – Tsk!
Meeting brother-in-law Pete at 1230hrs in town at his bus-stop, then going to the NHS Treatment Centre with him to have his mole removed.
Spit and polished I set off to the bus-stop, feeding Fatima and Fred on the way, and took a photo of the traffic when I arrived at the stop.
The weather was nice and warm.
For some reason it was ages before a bus arrived – when it did it was like getting into a tin of sardines!
I had to stand in the narrow bit near the luggage thingy – and at every stop there was someone getting on and off – and every one had to squash by me, thus causing the boil-on-me-bum great pain! Tsk!
Got into town and met Pete, who seemed a tad preoccupied. We caught the bus out to the Queens Medical Centre and walked through to the rear and the Treatment Centre.
Very hygienic cold and clinical it looked to.
To the ‘G’ station top floor and Pete logged in and we had a farcical chin-wag (Us both being hard of hearing like).
Pete was called in and I got me book out to read and waited until he was released.
He seemed happy with how it went – said a Chinese chappy had done the cutting out of his mole and seemed to think it went well – also Pete mentioned the red patches that were appearing on this face and the Doc gave him a prescription to have filled on site.
Good that I thought.
We walked to the Chemists place and put in Pete’s prescription. While we were waiting a lady with a child handed in a prescription and the lady asked if she had any allergies… It took the woman ages to list them off, she must have told of about 8 at least… poor thing.
Pete gave me a look at his back and the plaster was already falling off of the wound where they had removed his mole. I pressed it back on best I could.
Pete’s prescription had some of the same things in it that were in my G.U.M. cream.
We poddled (Still chin-wagging of course) to the bus-stop and it was ages and ages until one came.
Took a posed photograph of Pete as he was getting a bit irked at not being able to get back to Jane as soon as he would have liked to. I think he forced a smile.
Pete was taking a photograph of me at the stop.
Me looking in my usual cheery ebullient happy-go-lucky upbeat self.
Then it rained for all of 30 seconds and stopped.
We caught the Airport bus back into Nottingham and dropped-off in Friar Lane.
Said farewells to Pete who wanted to rush back off to Jane and left me as I crossed over to and through the Slab Square.
I lot of folk about so I hobbled through the square, noticing that the fountains were well used by the young kids enjoying themselves under the water and getting thoroughly soaked and loving it.
I thought best not to take a photo of these kids, because someone might get the wrong end of the stick like… yer know?
In front of the Council House on the pedestrianised area were apprentice yobs doing wheelies on their bikes – the CPO’s doing nothing about it – yet last week when I sheltered from the rain they moved me back into the rain on so I didn’t block the entrance for the wedding guests… Didn’t bother me mind… I had a word with them…
Having realised how late it was and seeing the size of the queues at the bus-stops I decided to walk it back to Carrington.
Walked up through Trinity Square onto Mansfield Road and further examples of the Nottingham (Sod the pedestrians) Cyclists were discovered.
But they don’t bovver me like…
Onto Mansfield Road and up the hill out of town to the Cemetery.
Although I felt tired, I was in fine form as I hastily hobbled up the road.
I reckon Arthur Itis was giving me a nice break today.
Anne Gyna too!
Half way up the hill and the roadworks had caused the usual chaos with the traffic.
The usual collection of wino’s and alcoholics that would be gathering outside the 24 hour store that sell the high content lager were conspicuous by their absence – odd that?
On this stretch of Mansfield Road one can get a variety of pongs that are maybe not available elsewhere yer know… The different brewery smells, the pizza, beefburger, Turkish foods, Chinese foods, wonderful smells from the ‘Tings Caribbean’ store, The Plava Laguna aromas, the Umar Kayyam restaurants smell of grease, Chez Cors noshery, Jalisco Eatery, Daylan Turkish Cuisine, The Uni Take-away, The Lobster Pot etc.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist threatening on the way up the hill. Tsk!
Totally oblivious he rides along hand on hips.
I walked up and over the brow of the hill and down towards Gregory Boulevard.
Another Pavement Cyclist who belted passed me making me jump and then carried on to do it again to pedestrians lower down the hill.
Yet another damned Pavement Cyclist on Mansfield Road threatening!
Further on, a mere few hundred yards and what do I find?
Yes, yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist.
This time even more dangerous perhaps?
As he gets his head down and doesn’t even look where he’s racing to?
I did try shouting at this Herbert, but it made no difference he plodded on – I rather hoped he’s slip off the kerb and get crushed by the bus – but then felt rather guilty.
Mmm.
As I walked limpingly now through Carrington to the twitchel – I espied the Chinese Takeaway was open – so I treated missen to a Vegetables in bean sauce and a bag of chips – then hastened back to the flea-pit made a cuppa and enjoyed eating this delightful concoction with relish and me medications.
Inchcock Interviewed for position as Nuclear Physicist
Lynton: “What is e=mc2?”
Inchcock: “Everton losing to Man City 2-0?”
Lynton: “How are asteroids formed?”
Inchcock: “They get elected to Parliament?”
Lynton: “What is a nucleus?”
Inchcock: “Not an old Cleus?”
Lynton: “How is energy transformed in a windmill?”
Inchcock: “The sail thingies going round and round?”
Lynton: “In Radioactive Dating we use half life to determine the age of a sample but not the average life – Why?”
Inchcock: “To find out how old yer date is?”
Interviewer: “What is meant by the rest mass energy of an electron?”
Inchcock: “Is it?”
Lynton: “What is Fusion?”
Inchcock: “Summat to do with gerrin’ yer end away?”
Lynton: “The velocity of a body was noted to be constant during five minutes of its motion. What was the acceleration during this interval?
Inchcock: “Oh yes!”
Lynton: “Name any to elementary particles which have an almost infinite lifetime?
Inchcock: “Tony Blair and George Osborne?”
Lynton: “When is heavy water used as a moderator?”
Inchcock: “During the summer riots by the police?”
Lynton:: “How are Asteroids formed?”
Inchcock: “They occur when the the veins surrounding the anus become inflamed. Occurrence of piles can be caused by pregnancy, ageing, chronic diarrhoea, constipation, failing to remove a stool, sitting for long periods, anal intercourse, genetics and obesity.”
Lynton: “Do you think you have the necessary education, skills and commitment to succeed in you chosen physicist career?
Inchcock: “Oh yes… 2-1 at half-time but they came back to get a 3-3 draw!”
Lynton: “What kind of events cause you stress on the job?”
Inchcock: “None really… I haven’t had a job for years!”
Interviewer: “How do you communicate goals to subordinates?”
Inchcock: “Shout goal, jump up in the air and kiss the nearest Forest supporter?”
Lynton: “Can you write down the PDE for a diffusion equation. Using fourier transforms calculate the green function for that equation?
Inchcock: “No!”
Lynton: “Which college did you get your degree from?”
Inchcock: “College…degree?”
Lynton: “Why is energy distribution of beta decay continuous?
Inchcock: “Yes…”
Lynton: “What is the significance of the hrmite and polynomials in quantum physics?
Inchcock: “Have you got a toilet I can use please”
Lynton: “What is the energy relation as given by Einstein?”
Inchcock: “Alfred Einstein liked Mozart’s music too!”
Interviewer: “Have you done any jobs you think will stand you in good stead for training as a nuclear physicist?”
Inchcock: “I’ve been a street gas-lamp wick-trimmer and I’ve also studied politicians…”
I woke at 0625hrs – feeling freer than for ages – the good news about Sister Jane ringing about in my head and a sense of happiness in me heart.
I took me Blood pressure on me new machine – yesterday was Syst: 139 Dia: 67 Pulse: 78 – This morning Syst 156 Dia Pulse 83.
Perhaps a little high due to me being excited with the knowledge that Jane was okay and today should be an easier one for me – no medical appointments (until tomorrow) and a determination to get some blogging done now I can concentrate better.
I rang Pete on me mobile and he sounded a different bloke – I’m so glad for em.
As I made a cuppa to take with me medications and some memories of the dreams I’d had lingered:
I was confined in some underground caves with two other peoples, no idea who they were but I liked them – searching (again) for something, maybe a treasure chest I think? Passages were narrow and we struggled to get through into an open area, a massive cave it held the chest and we were drinking in celebration when one of the women pointed out that we could not get the chest back through the opening we got in through – We decided we needed a lifeboat? I found myself in a supermarket asking if they had any lifeboats for sale and the staff all attacked me with giant frozen salamis and giant chicken legs?
That’s all I can recall?
WC’d, and had to tend to me haemorrhoids, so did me other medicationalising at growths, cetraben to me tender areas and Neomycin Sulphate spray in me ear-holes and taking an extra omeprozole cause me duodenal ulcer was starting to play-up.
The little tiny boil on me bum was painful still.
Despite these problems I was still cheerful with the news of our Jane and Pete.
Despite Coreldraw9 freezing occasionally – usually at the wrong time and having to reboot and losing me graphics wot I was working on – Tsk! – I managed to get some graphics done for the TFZ gang.
Spent a good few hours on graphicalisationing.
The haemorrhoids are bleeding and painful again… hey-ho.
Pleased with how the last graphic of Andy in the tunnel at the Nottingham Arboretum turned out.
I love doing these. When the graphic packages or laptop does not play up mind. I find I get a kick out of using photographs I’d taken on me walks to use as backgrounds.
I suppose I’d better get a bit of a walk in today – even if it’s the only day I do not have something on to do.
Got myself cleansed and made myself attractive just in case any of the many women that crave for me should meet me as I go on me little hobble to the shop to get some tomatoes.
I took bags out to the bins and pulled them out for collection in the morning.
Fatima and Fred came down for their brekkers in the morning sunshine.
I went back in and got me coat on etc and set-out for me mini-poddle to the shops on Mansfield Road.
The twtichel was clear of yobs so I took that root.
The sky was so clear and a sparcity of people cheered me up somewhat.
I noticed the sign on the Gladstone pub had been repaired now.
I wondered down and called in the chemists and got some toothpaste and ear spray. Had a little natter with the assistants – made them laugh a bit so that made me feel good too.
Then on and into the launderette where Mandy was on duty.
The place was not very busy, I must remember this in case I have to go later in mid-week like.
I managed to have another natter – and I even got Mandy to pose for a photograph for me.
I told her to expect to see this photograph in Bella, Grazia or the Minx magazine shortly. She smiled and called me an idiot.
Out and down to Lidl – I usually regret going there for some reason or other each time I visit.
I plodded around with no particular aim other than to get some tomatoes – but those on show were a mangy lot and all Spanish so I didn’t get any.
I got some Cheese Curls (they were not nice) some canned mushrooms and some apples.
The apples turned out to be dry, tastless and bland – nothing new ther then – I really should stop buying fruit from Lidl.
I noticed some posters they had hanging from the ceiling above the fresh (Using the term Fresh in the loosest possible definition) produce display stating: ‘We Love British!”
This from a German owned company with Ukrainian assistants an Asian security guard and the poster had been printed in Italy on it.
I wonder if a British retail company had displayed this they would have been accused of being racist?
Better not let Nigel know?
Got back to the hoppit – must remember to sort out a lighter coat for me QMC hospital visit tomorrow with Pete.
WC’d.
Made me nosh of Braised beef in onion gravy, peas and carrots, seasoned little potatoes bit of bread and me medications.
By gum it wer lovely!
Started this diary after a little old man’s nap.
WC’d.
Did some Facebooking.
Drifted off waking up in a painful warped position with the laptop rather heated and me boil stinging.
I woke up around 0530hrs WC’d and put the water heater on. Nodded off again and around 0745hrs I rose and set-about getting the stuff ready for the hospital visit.
Used me new ‘Boots’ £29.99 Blood Pressure Monitor for the first time this morning.
Recorded the results that were:
Syst: 139 Dia: 67 Pulse: 78
I’ll have to find out if this is expected and normal – not that much can be considered normal abut me I’m sure. Hehe!
Made in China I noticed.
I’ll look it up after doing this diary if I don’t fall asleep first that is.
Got myself spit and polished and set off on me walk into town.
Hot today, sunny too.
Took a photo at Gregory Boulevard Junction, but it came out a bit shaky… Tsk!
Pressed on into town, having to avoid another pavement cyclist on the way up the hill.
As I was hobbling passed the newly renovated houses that had been advertised as:
A unique opportunity to acquire a beautifully refurbished grade II listed Victorian town-house just five minutes walk from Nottingham City Centre.
The spacious accommodation comprises of a spacious lounge, a modern open plan kitchen/dining room having built in appliances which include gas hob, double oven, cooker hood, dishwasher, american style fridge freezer and microwave, utility/guest cloakroom to the ground floor.
The property boasts four double bedrooms over two floors, the master with a luxury en-suite shower room, a generous sized family bathroom and an extensive basement/cellar having the potential to convert into further accommodation.
There is a lawned garden to the front and off street parking to the rear. Must be viewed!
Offers above £280,000 considered.
Has been bought by someone who has opened it as ‘Mama’s Inn’ – Boutique Guest House. What’s a ’boutique guest house’ I wondered? A posh bed and breakfast? I also wondered how much they have to charge to get their money back?
Onward up the traffic was accumulating.
Over the top and down into the City Centre, I called into a shop and some extra bits of nibbles for the nurses to add to me bits in me bag I had already for them.
Caught a bus out to the Queens Medical Centre, thinking about our Jane going for her results today – said she’d let me know how things went later. Crossed fingers.
Arrived at the QMC and noticed a patient outside smoking one of those new electric cigarettes. At least the weather was nice for him.
As I moved across to the entrance door – the old smokers corner was still in use on the front corner. Comical in some ways to see several people, some with drips attached, all in their wheel-chairs and the smoke rising above them as they chuffed away and had a natter.
I should have thought of a post on this I thought – but with me being so very busy lately me concentration has gone to pot.
A good few in the waiting area when I arrived at the haematology department.
As I got me ticket and sat down I said to the lady sat next to me – “Good morning” that’s all, just good morning – she tutted picked up her things and moved to the back and another seat?
Oh dear…
Got seen too after only about half an hour – no time for a natter with the nurses today, they were too busy.
Went up to the 4th floor for me results from the scan last week – straight in to see the Doc – all clear on the prostate front.
Out and caught the bus back into town where I had a poddle about for a bit, taking a photo of some bling for the TFZ gals.
Noticed these Asian ladies showing an interest in the ‘Bling’ in the Pawnbrokers window. The shop is near premises that include: An American Ladies Nail shop, a French Restaurant, Chinese herbalist, Japanese Nails shop, Jewish Jewellery shop, Italian Restaurant, Halal take-away food shop, and a closed down English cafe. Never let anyone tell you that Nottnigham isn’t doing its bit for multiculturalism. I like it.
Had a walk through Trinity Square back to the bus-stop.
Noticed the World Buffet place that sells all sorts of food from all over the world.
I think one day I’d like to try it and went over to have a closer look – the prices frit me a bit!
Caught the bus home, as it stopped near the BBC building being demolished there was little left for the mechanical triffids to pull down.
Dropping off the bus in Carrington – there was a motley collection apprentice villains sat and stood around drinking on the seats in the twitchel, so I took the long route back to the hovel to avoid them.
Fed the pigeons en-route.
Got in WD’d and wondered about how Jane had gone on today at her hospital visit?.
Must also remember Friday I’m going with Pete for the removal of his infected mole.
So busy…
Made a nosh of ham sandwiches, banana, pork pie, cheese pasty, cooked beetroot, franks and medications. I forgot to get some tomatoes when I was out. Fancy that Me? Forgetting? Hehe!
Couldn’t eat it all. Tsk!
Fell asleep after eating what I could – and was awoken by the mobile ringing – by the time I’d found it I’d missed the call.
It was from sister Jane so I rang back nervously anticipated the conversation about to take place…
Great News!
Jane is okay – the growth in her innards is benign!
I could have cried with joy. (I did, but I’m not telling anyone about it so please don’t tell anyone!)
So, with Pete on Friday to get sorted, then Inchcock in a fortnight or so with his skin cancer tests.
Might just sleep in for all of tomorrow hehehe! Oh no, me GUM clinic checks, no rest fer the wicked. Tut and Tsk!
I’m so glad the pain in the bum was not another growth and only a boil.
Now good news about Jane has arrived I might be able to concentrate a bit better? Or not… hehe!
