After a night interposed with many uncomfortable rumbling-innards prompted visits to the porcelain.
I forced myself up into physical activity – much against the wishes of Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis.
Pain below me right elbow still with me – no bother from the ulcer, and no dizzies up to now.
WC’d.
Made a cuppa and a pot of porridge with honey and did some Facebooking.
WC’d.
Watched some old stuff TV on YouTube (Heartbeat).
Had a good scrub-up and abluted and noticed that the two front teeth that the dentist had filled had both gone black?
Urgh!
Pondered on if I should try having a walk today or not.
Decided to risk it ‘for a Swisskit’ (anyone remember that advert for the chocolate bar from… I don’t know when, ages ago?) and poddle to Sherwood to take me togs to the Nottingham Hospice charity shop, then call at the dentists and last to get a small cooked nosh from the hot food place.
As I arrived near Sherwood the sky looked amazing.
Though I’d check me Lotto numbers at the paper shop. After so many years of trying and only getting one win – £10 and that was shared – I can’t think of anything more futile… Huh, nor one number!
Mind you I’m not surprised.
Fortuitously the Library was open and I sated the demands of me rumbling innards in their WC. Phew!
Halfway up the second hill I spotted two mobility scooters outside a shop and none outside the pub which is normal.
I pressed on up and arrived at the Hospice shop and gave them me bits, then up to the dentist. Where I had a Senior Moment…
I pushed at the door and it was locked, so I read the opening hours on the door and thought well it says here that they are open 0840hrs t0 1700hrs on a Friday… why are they not open now at 1345hrs?
Quick as a flash I got it within minutes – today is a Saturday!
I called in the hot food shop and got a tray of roast potatoes and… er, some meat or other like mince but it wasn’t mince to take home and reheat later.
As I was limping back to the dump I thought I’d take a more scenic route, longer, more hilly but with more trees and that like.
So I did.
I turned right down Haydn Road. As I plodded down it the Second Hand Car Sales place that reminds me so much of George Coles Arthur Daley in Minders place from the 70’s TV show.
I don’t think I’d be confident enough to risk getting a car from there somehow.
I carried on down and as I approached the pelican lights a sign that I’ve seen endless times on the side of the road made me smile for once as I saw a funny connotation attached to it today. The sign, behind the red car read: Humped Zebra Crossing…
I bet that made him jump? Hehehe!
I got to the end of the road and turned left up the tree lines hill called Devonshire Drive.
I thought at the time, feeling so much better than yesterday like: “I can do this without any problem!”
And started to ascend the hill with grim determination and a commitment to get to the top in good spirits and maybe jump up then like wot Rocky did in Rocky 3 like…
Third of the way or so up and I stopped to get me breath – but soon started off again showing great spirit bravery and bravado!
So proud of missen I wor.
About halfway up I stopped once again momentarily, the angina starting now and me feet and knees joined in too.
I began to think I maybe made a bad decision in taking this route back to the flea-pit now…
me stick.
Nearly at the top now in this photos.
I realised as I struggled on that I may have seen my last marathon, game of squash, bungee jump or parachute jump as the pains emanating from various quarters of my decrepit ageing flobadob body were increasing in intensity and I needed to get to a WC quicker than I was doing.
Thank heaven the summit was only a few yards away and I turned right into Carrington and down the hill.
So glad to make it to the porcelain, but the bleeding was back.
I ate the reheated whatever it was meal and enjoyed it – then said a little prayer for it not to start off the rumbling and a-grumbling innards.
As I was washing the pots I managed quite skilfully and without any planning to drop the vinegar bottle right onto me corn on me right foot and said ‘Flipping heck’.
Made a cuppa and limped a little more acutely than normal, up and laptop on, took medications.
I really did spring awake this morning around 0530hrs – I laid there thinking how nice it was to remember so much details of the dream I’d just been having – when something happened that sent these facts into the ether of unimportance…
I passed wind and boy what a mess!
While I spent a considerable time on the porcelain I recalled what I’d written on me yesterdays Diary: “I haven’t had a single evacuation from the rear all day… bit worrying that!” – Never a truer statement has been made!
Oh yes, the Rumbling innards are back with a vengeance.
No moving from the bathroom much for me today…
Got missen cleaned up and refreshed.
Went downstairs and took the bins out for collection so as they will not be missed this week by the gentlemen of the Nottingham Hygiene Collection and Recycling Team.
Made a cuppa and went back up and started the laptop – another call to the porcelain – unpleasant.
Took me morning medications, then returned to the porcelain – where is it all coming/slithering from?
I know I’ve got a rather protruding flabby wibbly-wobbly stomach but how it has held all that is coming out now, I don’t know.
As I washed last nights pots I wondered which of the foods I’d eaten yesterday might have caused this unpleasantness?
Put me togs in soak, and updated this Diary of Woe.
Of course now I can remember nothing of the dreams I’d had. Tsk!
I wondered what had caused this malady to return? The minced beef slices, or the BBQ Ribsteak burger? Or neither?
Or perhaps the French Horns. (Being addicted to them, I hope this is not the case!).
No further movements at this moment (0729hrs) but plenty of worrying gurgling and rumblings going on from the innards.
Good job I have a decent stock of toilet paper and other items still to hand from the last bother that I had of a similar nature.
As I went down to make another brew, terrible thirst this morning, me other ailments made themselves known to me:
Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Hem Arroids and D. Uodenal were I think a little envious of the ‘Gurgling rumbles and trots taking the spotlight for once. Hehehe!
I took a look in me refrigerator to check the use-by-dates on me food for a family of five stocks.
Suddenly I felt rather ill.
Sat down for a while and was back to my normal self in half an hour or so.
Wonder if this has anything to do with me INR Warfarin level being so low?
Still, on the bright side the haemorrhoids are not bleeding or too painful, I haven’t had a ‘Whoopsidangleplop’ yet today, no dizzy-spells and after the first forced involuntary messy evacuation the other ‘managed’ evacuations have not been as pungent.
Hello here it comes again…
I’m back again, Phwor!
Made another cuppa to quench me rabid thirst.
Now I know how convenient it is having the WC in the bathroom.
Updating the diary of woe and somehow managed to lose all me additional writings on me word processor.
I expect it’s something to do with catching the touch-pad that I cannot turn off – gets a bit frustrating and annoying that does, especially when you don’t feel to well. Huh!
Did some Face-booking.
Then worked on a Nottingham Lads Security True Tales of Woe and managed to get it finished and posted of to me blog.
The rumbling brewing and nervousness and expectation of involuntary movements remain.
Managed a pasty and some bread – hopefully it won’t bother the innards too much – oh dear, yes it will…
Last night I had braised beef in onion gravy with soft bread followed by a yoghurt ice lolly, mousse and my medications. Mmmm!
But the wind… of dear, very persistent and noisome putrid pestiferous poohs meritorious of the Houses of Parliament… that bad! Oh dear…
I got up late at o540hrs and beautified missen ready for me extra Queens Medical Centre Haematology INR level test.
No blood from me rear-end, gel on me knees and ankles and the bruise on me head was almost gone.
Made up a bag of nibbles for the nurses, made sure I’d got umbrella, bus pass, INR record card, cash, reading glasses, hearing aids etc.
Set-off in the rain so caught a bus instead of walking to town in case I gotted soaked again like on Monday.
Chocolate Pound on the left next to a real Pound coin
Popped into the chemists first to pick-up me blood-release tablets that they had ran out of when I picked up me monthly dollop of medications, and had a bit of fun with the girl on the counter that went down very well and all four of the staff laughed with or at me:
When Safira gave me the bag of Trental tablets, I pretended to read it and saying out loud “Oh one pound eh…” Then produced my earlier prepared gigantic chocolate pound coin and handed it to her. A lovely grin came over her face and she turned to the others and showed it to them and wallah… everyone laughing at the same time.
I really got satisfaction from that.
Patients having a fag out in the rain – addicts each and every one – Bless em!
Bus out to the QMC where on getting to the entrance I was tickled to see patients outside, some in wheelchairs some on drips, outside having a fag under the No Smoking signs. Bless em!
I was soon seen to and the samples taken and had me injection of Warfarin straight into me ticker and was back out into the rain and on the bus back into town.
Swallowed me midday medications then I took a photo on the bus through the front window but for some reason found it was far too blurred – again – to use?
Evenin’ ‘all!
Getting the shakes is not doing my photographicalisational reputation any good at all!
As I dropped off the bus the Police paddy-wagon had pulled up a car and three plain-clothed officers were trying to ejecting the occupants.
The incident took place in front of the bus-stop my sister uses.
Plenty of buses in Nottingham this afternoon competing with the ebullient Nottinghomian citizenry for the right of way…
Wonder what they’d done?
I didn’t ask like.
I poddled up the stairs (Painfully) to the walk-over (Muggers paradise) to take a few of shots of the wonderfully, pleasant, happy, merry, joyous, contented, sweet, kind, philanthropic Nottinghomian’s on Upper Parliament street in the rain.
Took a walk through the open market, but is was bereft of any choice, many stalls unoccupied and the owners of the stalls were obviously not happy as they glared at people as if to say “Yes.. you dare disturb me!”
John Lewis Department store window today
I had a wobble though the rest of Victoria Shopping Centre and the first window I came to as I entered it was the High Class (Claimed by them anyway, the prices Are high) John Lewis department store windows.
I was intrigued by the display windows I must say, felt something was missing like…
I noted some shoppers coming into the centre who were absolutely soaked through.
Me attempt at an atmospheric piccy
So I nipped back to the walk-over to take a photo in the heavy rain in an effort to try and get another atmospheric one.
It didn’t come out like that really, but it did catch some more Nottinghomians crossing against the lights. Oh it didn’t… the lights must just changed as I took it – Huh!
Hehehe!
One of many of Inchcock’s Weaknesses
I wandered to Tesco and managed to get some cheesy seaweed and gravy granules, then had another losing fight with my conscience over whether to purchase some fresh cream French Horns or not to purchase some fresh cream French Horns…
I purchased some fresh cream French Horns. Tsk!
I slipped the pigeons some seed on Trinity Square as I made me way to catch the bus back to Carrington and the flea-pit.
Got rather wet between the bus-stop in Carrington and the front door.
WC’d hurriedly.
Got changed and put two beef slices in the microwave and made some rich gravy and poured it over them when cooked – had some bread and sauce with em followed by the fresh cream French Horns. (Guilty mode adopted)
Had a scrub-up took me evening medications while continually coughing sneezing and passing wind.
Watched a Heartbeat DVD while I ate me nosh.
I haven’t had a single evacuation from the rear all day… bit worrying that!
Up at around 0500hrs… realised I’d missed me last nights medications… and took me morning medications.
Couldn’t recall the dreams I’d had just knew I’d had them?
WC’d – lots of blood from the rear cleaned up. Arthritis fair, angina flaring a tad, haemorrhoids leaking and a new pain in right arm around the elbow? Coughing sneezing and emissions from the back exhaust persistent. Tut!
Started laptop and finished and posted yesterdays diary. Then finished iff me Security Woes post about the Turkey Farm and posted that one to Inchcock on WordPress.
Remembered Iceland coming later and I must sort the camera for taking to the Nottingham Hospice shop afterwards Spent a while doing some graphic work and then facebooked a bit.
Another record form arrived from the hospital reminding me about tomorrows appointment for an extra INR level check.
Went down all clean and polished to wait for the Iceland man. Started me second less powerful laptop that will not handle Coreldraw or Serif draw and did some work on Apache and then the Iceland-man commethed.
I put the stuff away, not easily though I’d got that much the fridge and freezer are even more crammed than ever now.
Made sure I’d got the camera and bits for the hospice and set off on me walk there.
Fed the pigeons and set off on me poddle.
Passing a house on Watcome Circus I remembered attending years ago when I was on Security Mobile Patrol Alarm response and took a photo of it because I thought I’d do me next Security Woes about that night and can use the photo again in it.
At the time of the incident the house (Now flats/apartments) was owned and lived in by a bank manager who’s bank paid for the security response and patrols for him. I’ll say no more it might spoil the Tale of Woe.
I walked up the hill and onto Mansfield Road and down towards Sherwood.
The sky looked nice, but the wind was biting despite the sun coming out often during me hike.
Down the hill passed the traffic lights and realised I’d left me cards at home. That shouldn’t matter though as I wont be needing them for the cash or bus… would I?
At least it’ll stop me spending for once.
As I carried on up the next hill I noted that the Nottingham Reptile Centre had a new sign outside with their name on it – the satirist in me thought I could take a photo of that and put Osborne or Cameron’s (Chancellor and Prime Minister) face on the poster and post it on Facebook? Perhaps to the Funny Site.
What do you think?
If anyone would like me to, I can do one with the face of any politician for you if you like and email to you.
Here’s the idea what I thought of after I’d doctored the original photographicalistion like.
Not that I have anything against the unelected ministers or their spoon-in-the-mouth wealth or their nepotism nihilism or sybarite lifestyles in the least.
In fact I think they should have more notoriety and fame than they have already conned cheated lied and been handed… something like being the first Government Ministers to be launched into space… or hung for treason something along those lines like.
I digress, sorry back to the diary.
Up the hill and to my astonishment to gentlemen of Eastern European looks pulled up in front of me in a van at a road junction, with the back end of their van sticking out about 6 foot into the road where they had just turned from.
A bus driver expressed his derision at their parking and honked his horn as he could not pass. The unshaven and rough looking passenger went into the beer-off, and I could not get across the road, not that I wanted to like – I was hoping things would develop as the bus-driver was gesticulating at the un-road-savvy nerks… Eventually the white van man pulled forward hitting the car parked legally in front of him to make way for the bus to pass.
Then reversed and nearly hit a bloke who unlike me who waited, he walked behind the van into the road to get over the road.
This’ll be good I thought as the man approached the driver – but in seconds the drivers mate returned and they were off in a flash.
As I got to the Nottingham Hospice shop I had a dizzy-spell, first one in ages – shook me a bit.
I explained about the camera to the lady and gave her the other bits and noticed some ladies footwear on sale and decided to take a photo for Patti Caroline and the TFZ gals.
It (The photo) came out very blurred though, perhaps a side-affect of the dizzy-spell?
As U left the store I noticed these dresses? in the window. I’m curious if anyone can help in what type they are?
Made me way down the hill into Sherwood and on my way noticed a pavement cyclist crossing the pelican lights on his bike and up the pavement on the other side, narrowly missing clobbering an elderly lady as he did so.
I’d like to mention that this sort of activity from cyclists doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
Further down the hill, and a private hire car had stopped in the bus-lane on double-yellow lines to go into a shop and two buses were stuck behind it.
The cab driver came out of the shop rubbing his beard and didn’t acknowledge the hooting form the traffic at all and calmly drove off.
Gawd I love Nottingham folk.
I resisted the smell from the take-away food shop, and started my way up the hill when I thought a miracle took place! A cyclist came passed me from behind making me jump (Well… I say jump?) and I called after him and got me camera out and… wait for it!… he got off his bike and started pushing it!
I was amazed at this, it has never happened before… then I realised he was two-thirds of the way up the hill and must have been knackered so that must be why he got off it?
I pressed on up the hill, the knees starting to twinge a bit now, but no more dizzies thankfully.
Then I came across my first piece of Nottingham Street Art of the day.
The legs from a toy doll – and feet away (Not sure how but I missed this off the picture…Tsk!) laid a plastic head of David Cameron?
What the artists intention was to create I don’t know. Hehe!
Up to the top of the hill and down into Carrington, and turning right at St Johns Church the site of the flowers forcing their way through up from the graves these little blue and white flowers made me again appreciate nature.
As I looked up Church Drive I saw four chaps having an altercation over a rear-bump in their cars – and decided to take the long route to avoid them.
I couldn’t tell what they were saying as I didn’t know or understand the language they were spitting at each other, better safe than sorry I thought.
As I got to the corner of my street I came across my second piece of Nottingham Street Art of the day, that was not there when I left the house.
I pondered over it a bit – and thought maybe it was created as a protest over the nearby cable television lines that had been vandalised and pulled out by the local yobbery? However the significance of the dog pee to the right of it left me puzzled – that is of course if it was canine pee?
Anyway I think it is as good as the rubbish bag display that they had in the Tate Gallery a few years ago – of course it will not be worth the £70,000 that that piece of art sold for I suppose.
Limped to the dump and hastily hobbled to the porcelain.
Here, I had a very very minor Whoopsiedangleplop – I bent down to rub some Phorpain gel into me kness and cracked me head on the sink.
Lucky it was only me head really – then another dizzy that couldn’t have come at a better time than me being sat-down at the time like.
I waited a few moments then stood up and all signs of the dizzy had gone, and tended to me tender rear area – still a tad nervous going down the stairs though.
Had a small Pork and pickle pie, a flake and a cuppa and started the laptop to do this diary update.
Make a cuppa and took me medications.
Tired again, must remember me extra INR check tomorrow…
Dreamt of working in a security gatehouse with other officers and trying to get out to do a patrol but everything stopped me – forgetting keys and codes – getting lost on the gigantic spread out site – being RT’d back to the gatehouse – sinking in the mud… ended up trying to climb a fair wheel, no idea why but fell or got lost on it every-time… weird but I think I’ve had this dream or one similar before?
Got up latish 0630hrs – made a cuppa took medications and put water heater on – started this diary up to here.
Noted we had a red sky this morning through the drizzling rain. Red sky in the morning – Shepherds warning as me Dad used to say. That reminds me, I’ve got a shepherds pie in the freezer.
Titivated myself then got the laundry things ready.
Made up the nibbles bag for the launderette girls and BJ.
Set off to the launderette, chatted up Griselda (Another failure there) and set about doing me washing.
Taking out me bag with the book, lavender scented soap-bubbles, softener and drier balls I became aware of an extra strong scent of lavender present – the bubbles had burst and soaked me book into unreadability! I was on the last chapter too… Curse!
Then BJ noticed that none of the six machines belting away had any water in them and called Grizelda, who at first seemed puzzled then realised she had not turned the water on – so several customers were not happy.
The driers took £3 this week – we think the owner had cut down the time or temperature on them.
Just a bit of fun added to this photo
BJ and I had a natter and when we were a lot worse off financially and the washing was done BJ put all the bags in his car and we set off for Asda.
Some incident had occurred near the school and we were sent away on another route by the nice policemen who seemed to really appreciate having their photograph taken…
We arrived at Asda and parked-up at one of the almost full Disabled Parking Only Bays – BJ checking the cars out to see if any able bodied louts had parked there.
I should mention that BJ is a registered Disabled Blue Card Badge holder.
We split up to do the shopping and I made for the gardening section and got some pots of weed-killer first thing. Why do I always think of George Osborne when buy weed-killer recently?
Then I spent a fortune… microwaveable beef ribs orange juice, mousses, yogurts, bleach, mini Swiss rolls, burgers and frankfurters to mention a few.
I went through the self-serve checkout and had to ask for help a few times. Thus attracted the well known expression from the girl that said “Why do these old twits come in here?”
We were soon back at the dump and BJ handed me the bags from the car and shot off, me thanking him profusely for his help.
WC’d.
Put the clean laundry and nosh away… all bar the microwaveable BBQ ribs. I ate them with a cuppa and some bread.
A letter arrived, it was the results from the INR Warfarin level tests – far too low so I’ve got to go back again on Thursday for another test.
Still emitting wind coughing and sneezing a bit today. Although it’s hardly worth mentioning the passings of wind I’ve had them for so long now I almost expect them and am learning to accept the olid, noxious aroma that they distribute. I can’t try charcoal tablets because they may absorb the other medications I’m on?
On the bright side (What’s that?) no blood from the rear-end although sore, Anne Gyna has been very fair to me today, Arthur Itis as normal, ulcer no bother and the cut lip is healing well.
I realised then I’d not taken me bits to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop in Sherwood. Tomorrow if Iceland is not too late I’ll take them I hope.
I yet again sprang awake at 0520hrs this time, passed me morning medication time but still.
WD’d, then made a cuppa and a pot of porridge and took the medications.
Spent a good few hours trying to get my head around Serif Draw x6 without much progress. Doing lines on text involves many more steps than in Coreldraw9 and to delete a guideline needs six steps opposed to just selecting and pressing delete in Coreldraw.
Got missen washed and brushed up and set off on me walk to the Nottingham Arboretum to see the mallards and pigeons.
Around the first corner at the end of the street I managed to avoid whoopsiedangleplop on some Canine Nottingham Street-Art, presumably designed with the assistance of their pet hound – judging by the ‘Spread’ of the artistic blobs the owner must have been in a rush and forcefully pulling the poor thing along?
The view looked like somehting out of an old black and white picture as I wended me way through the jitty onto Mansfield Road.
Sneaking some seeds to the pigeons as I whistled and looked up to the sky – then saw yobboes lurking near the passageway so took the long route as I didn’t feel too comfortable about the three lads drinking and shouting about something or other.
As I was walking down the road a 1962 Ford Zepher passed by, saw it coming so had time to grab me camera to take a photo of it. Gloriously memory tweaking seeing that, they were converted for Ford by Farnham Estates and very few were made. A rare treat to see one nowadays, and the engine sounded in good nick too.
So I looked ahead and took a photograph of where I had to walk to get on me way to the Nottingham Arboretum.
Straight on to the traffic lights on the corner of Hucknall Road in the distance on this photograph.
Got to the traffic lights and took a photo of the next stretch of Mansfield Road down to the traffic island at the junction of Gregory Boulevard alongside the Forest recreation ground.
A fair but of traffic around considering it is a Sunday.
The weather still a bit gloomy, but not me. I was feeling surprisingly perky at this stage, the ailments not too bad… apart from the angina but I can’t have it all ways can I now.
Pressed on singing away to meself to traffic islands and turned right.
To the pedestrian crossing you see in the picture and crossed over it and started to walk along the side of the recreations ground.
Where they are building something new for the kids, it might be football pitches perhaps.
Took a photograph of the piles of grit and sand stacked all over the old field because I thought how they looked like mole-hills… Giant mole-hills. Hehehe!
As I turned to carry on me walk no less the three police cars belted passed en-route towards the City Centre with their Blues & Twos activated.
A few yards further along Gregory Boulevard I turned down a path into the recreation ground, seeing these cars parked where they were, you can understand it, the sign is not big enough and they are Nottingham folk after all said and done!
Bless em!
I walked passed the cars and into and across the Forest ground on the footpaths you can see int picture, and up the hill to the right.
Half way up i stopped to catch me breath a bit, but moved n without resting as a rather large dog on its own was coming up behind me and showing its teeth!
Up the path opposite almost to the end of it and then I turned right up an old cobble-stone path steeply rising to the top and Waverley Street.
As I looked up the path I began to regret taking this route a bit… but the cobble stones first erected as a road surface must have been designed so the horses could get a good grip when pulling drays and trams on the main roads.
Damp as it was, I didn’t slip on the hill at all.
When I got to the top of the hill Arthur Itis knees were complaining.
It was not too cold and there were very few folk about anywhere up here on the hill top.
I had a look at the memorial plynth for the local WW1 soldiers lost.
It’s been renovated and looked almost new – I fear with it being out of the way vandals may visit it soon with their grafitti or worse.
But I was soon recovered and crossed over and down Waverley Street passing the tram stop for the Nottingham High School buildings.
“Ah… this is better!” I thought, downhill to the Arboretum gates.
Still uncommonly quiet, so much so it made me nervous, bearing in mind I was on my way down this hill to go into the place where I was mugged last year.
Shudder!
No one about at the entrance to the grounds (Mind you there wasn’t last August either).
I emtered and started to walk down towards the duck pond and saw several squirrels on the grass near some bushes.
I took some photos but for some reason they all came out very smudgy and blurred. A bit disappointed with that, but the least bad one I’m posting here – if you could have seen them with your own eyes you’d have been fascinated like wot I was I think.
They seemed to be playing with each other like children.
Sorry about the quality or lack of I should say.
I walked through the trees where I was set-upon intentionally so as to break any lingering fears I thought.
Hobbled (And by now I Was hobbling) Down and around to the ponds edge and despite everything felt grateful that I could still get about and so many interesting things for me to do locally – but mostly so glad I had remembered me free pensioners bus-pass to use to get home later.
I opened me bag of meal-worms ready for the Mallards and got the seeds ready for the pigeons and walked around the pond to the spot where they can get out and to the food easily.
I fed the little mites getting joy and satisfaction from dong so – I’m easily pleased.
I’m amazed at how well the mallards always seem to get on with the pigeons, cause mallards are not known for their passive nature are they?
The Aviary had now got some birds in the cages, no idea what they were but they had attracted a good few folk sat watching them.
My final visit in the Arboretum was to my favourite few square yards of unkempt land near the gates at the bottom of the hill end.
The wild flowers that grow here get me admiration for how they not only survive but seem to flourish against all the odds.
Nature at its best this patch.
I walked into town down Waverley Street and along Shakespeare Street on my way to Tesco to see if they had any cheesey seaweed in stock.
As I passed the Central Fire Station I looked up at the building – not a good idea as it happened and I stubbed me toe on the kerbside – Cursed, and .replied I was okay thank you to the kind young man with the gloves on who asked me if I was alright.
Called into Tesco, they had one packet of me seaweed left so I snaffled it.
As I came out to go to the bus stop I caught another Nottingham pavement cyclist and a few more Nottinghomians crossing the road against the lights at the same time. Naughty!
Caught the bus back to the hoppit.
Met neighbour who told me that a coach of visiting students had been attacked by a gang as it drove through Broxtowe earlier today. That might have been where the police vehicles I saw were going?
Got in the dump, WC’d put the kettle on and WC’s again? Oh dear…
I had six microwave sausages and some instant mash, followed my a lemon yoghurt.
WC’d, then started to update this diary.
Then made a big faux pas.
I took me morning medications in mistake for me night medications, well six of theeighboum before I realised. Then took me night medications with the Warfarin, but avoided those that were to be taken morning and night if yer see wot I mean like? – Tummy-ache within half an hour but still here. Tsk!
Must remember tomorrow INR tests (I’ve already put me record card in me bag ready so I don’t forget it again) Then I’m meeting Pete at 1200hrs at his bus stop in town.
Sprang awake at 0300hrs – urgent call to the porcelain replied to. Only a bit of blood this morning.
Sat there and some bits of memory of me dreams came back, so I wrote em down and put the laptop on to start this diary and record them.
I was lost in no man’s land on a battlefield, possibly a WW1 one – totally unconcerned at the shells and bullets falling all around me… I was looking for a bus-stop… fell down a shell hole crater and seemed to land on a subway station that was filled with American dressed folk – but all the people were talking in a tongue I didn’t know and I could not ask for directions as they didn’t understand me… I took a pork pie out of me pocket to eat and everyone stood back in shear panic… a policeman came up and shot me in the chest, I told him that wasn’t very nice was it? He then hit me with his baton and put gloves on and took me pork pie – I found myself in a very large American holding cell with tough cookies giving me the eye and closing in all around me, I passed wind and they all collapsed onto the cell floor and I was to be electrocuted as a punishment but no one could find the outlet to put the plug in to charge up the ten-slice toaster they had to execute me with – then I was in a submarine?
Hey-ho.
After finishing yesterdays diary I made a cuppa and took me medications then did some Facebooking and graphicalisationing.
WC’d.
Went down to make another cuppa and suffered a slight ‘Whoopsiedangleplop’ down the last three steps of the stairway – it could have been a stairway to heaven but I somehow managed to grab the rail in time, of course that meant I had to drop me tray with me cup, swabs, cutlery and milk on it… what a mess!
After checking on me knocks, cut lip and bruises I cleaned up the mess, swore and made another cuppa.
Returned to me laptop and finished titivating an old graphic about Frank Jordan for his birthday and posted it to Facebook.
Put some gel in me sore lip, and Phorpain gel on me knees and hands, and cream on me bottom.
Arthur Itis not too bad at the moment, even Anne Gyna is in a good mood too!
WC’d.
Made a cuppa and started to install Seerif Draw x6 on me laptop.
Had my midday medications.
Installed okay, then I read the manual £14.99 (Just that it was in such small letters) combined with online help and started to get used to using it.
Original Coreldraw9 graphic
WC’d.
Managed to import an old graphic and toyed about with it to get used to option etc. and posted them side by side on Facebook. The orignal graphic and the one redone I’d doctored today – while I was mildy pleased with the results, it took me flaming hours to do with the earning curve stuttering here and there like if yer know what I mean.
Doctored using Serif Draw x6
I’m still unsure if I’ll be capable of mastering Serif enough to to create things from scratch like I can on Coreldraw9 when it lets me and doesn’t keep crashing.
Well weary after all that concentrationing.
Had a beef pasty and microwave chips fer nosh, then continued me self-teaching lessons on Serif x6 – tiredness forced me to stop.
Took me evening medications with a drink of spring water.
Had a shave and did me teggies, then ran a lovely hot bath with Radox, antiseptic disinfectant and washing up liquid in it – why you may ask washing-up liquid… I knocked the pot into the bath when I got in, Huh!
A good scrub up and cleansing took place then I soaked for a few minutes before the often excruciating getting out of the bath procedure took place, accompanied by the usual verbals like, Argh… Ohohhohhhooo, Argh! Carefullll, and Ouch!
Struggled out and just about to feel a bit proud of the effort when I felt me glasses break as I trod on them.
I swore.
They must have fell off the WC where I’d left them easy to hand like, but of course I didn’t hear them fall.
I dried myself off noticing how me wobbly bits were getting markedly more wobbly. Applied the dermatological cream all over, the haemorrhoid cream and Phorpain gel on me knees feet and hands.
Back on the laptop to do this diary to date.
Too tired to do much now, tried to watch an old Boon episode on YouTube – after I think it must have been the forth time I nodded off I gave up.
I fell asleep (at last) early last night – sprang awake at 0300hrs and for the first time in ages could not remember having any dreams.
WC’d, bit of blood from the rear. Knees and hands not to bad with arthritis, ulcer okay, angina a touch bothersome and ticker beating away like a good un. The escapages of wind continue unabated however.
Made a cuppa, started laptop and finished yesterdays Diary and worked on some graphics and facebooked a bit.
Took my medications aware that I missed last nights so I can expect a bit of bother of some sort today. Tsk!
Must remember to ring Sister Jane later to confirm what time she wants me to meet her at her bus-stop in town to go with her on her appointment at the Queens Medical Centre.
Also must take out bins for collection, call at the GP to collect prescription and after going with Jane, I must call at the chemist for me monthly medications.
Rang Pete early and confirmed he and Jane would be going and I could meet them at 1315hrs at their bus-stop in the City Centre.
WC’d.
Made another cuppa and had a pot of porridge. (By gum I live well)
Forgot to take me bin out – Tsk!
Titivated myself and set off remembering to call at the GP surgery for me extra prescription – which they took a while to find, it was with my monthly prescriptions that the chemist had not collected yet. Hey-ho. I took them all down to the chemist as it was on me walk into town anyway.
Bit drab this morning with the odd spot of rain but not too cold at all.
As I was half way down Mansfield Road from the cemetery I thought how sad the row of shops looked across the road.
I pressed on and got into town and made my way to Argos to see if they had any mini-cookers in – they hadn’t – so moved towards the bus-stop where I was to meet Jane and Pete, and noticed yet again the Nottinghomian’s habit of ignoring traffic and pedestrian lights as they crossed over the road against red lights again. No wonder the cyclists on the pavements don’t interest them.
Had a go at me crossword book while I waited in the bus-shelter for Jane and Pete.
They soon arrived and we walked to catch the bus to the QMC.
We set off and were soon at the hospital, very early for Jane’s appointment but they still came and took her in for the x-rays (That’s not the word she used but it I’ll forgotten the word).
Jane was out in 6 minutes and we were out walking to the bus-stop to get back to town and I took a photo of them.
Pete took one or more of Jane and me on his camera phone, I’m still awaiting him to email them to me.
In town I walked them to their bus-stop and had a poddle to Friar Lane and the Asian food shop, where I got some of the cheesey seaweed.
Then walked through the slab square in the city centre where the Nottingham Wheel was being well used, despite the rain now a little heavier.
I think I might treat myself soon and have a go one it to take some photographs?
Two police vans were outside Primark again. Shoplifter?
Walked up to Victoria centre the Trinity Square where I got a photo of some ‘bling’ in the jewellery shop window for the TFZ gals, much to the consternation of the lady inside.
Yet again as I passed the lights on Upper Parliament street the precious little Nottingham citizenry were still crossing against the lights.
Caught the bus back to Carrington and hobbled to the dump, got to the door and realised I’d not collected me prescriptions from the chemist – just as the rain got heavy again. Limped to the chemist and collected me sack of medications and returned to the hovel. They said they couldn’t get any of me Trental blood release tablets but would have some for me on Monday.
WC’d.
Sated me hunger pangs with 2 beef slices, a tin of potatoes and followed them with yoghurt and a mousse.
Laptop on, took me medications and started to update this diary.
Again I have a feeling I’ve forgotten something today…?
Didn’t get off to kip until gone 0300hrs despite feeling drained.
Up at 0517 hrs and WC’d, bleeding from the back-end.
Started laptop and took me medications.
Staying in today until or if the Serif-Draw package is delivered.
The knees were bad, and the wind from all quarters chronic really never ending. I’m thinking of calling at the Army & Navy surplus stores for a gas-mask for misssen? But all other medical ailment not bad at all, even Anne Gyna is behaving herself.
I phoned sister Jane to see what time I should meet her tomorrow to go to the hospital with her, bit of support like cause she don’t like going bless her. Hubby Pete said he could not go with her because they had the fish being delivered on Friday and he had to wait in for it.
I finished and posted yesterday’s diary and did some graphics, but Coreldraw9 crashed again.
The DrawPlusx6 package came though the letterbox – I was anticipating a courier delivering it and it being a lot larger because I’d ordered a manual with it, it was just a CD along with the very thin manual. When I’ll get time to install it and learn how it works I’m not sure.
I titivated myeself and got the Nottingham Hospice things in me bag, visited the porcelain and set off on me walk into Sherwood
I managed about six yards and realised I’d still got me reading glasses on, so returned and got me bi-focal spectacles on.
I poddled down to Mansfield Road and
turned left at St John’s Church to find some brand new Nottingham Street Art just before the bus-stop.
As I was photographing this original piece of Yobbo-art I espied a burke-on-a-bike approaching so managed to get a shot of the git coming – being reprimanded – and going.
I quoted loudly my usual “If you’re too scared to ride on the road you shouldn’t be on a bike youth!”
His one word reply reminded me I’d got a visit to the genito urinary clinic coming up soon.
Onward up the hill, down the hill, and up the next hill into Sherwood and the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and left me bits for them.
I called in the take-away food shop and got something to take home and reheat later – chicken in batter and roast potatoes £3.50 and very tasty it was too.
As I came out of the food shop there was an altercation going on between a group of chaps that was getting verbally heated with all the signs of it about to develop into physical violence showing.
I hobbled away and stood to watch them from a safe distance.
No idea what language they were speaking in such anger, Eastern European of some sort I think.
The police arrived and one of the officers spoke their tongue and that seemed to calm them all down.
I moved on down the hill and continued me walk back to Carrington.
Outside the Methodist Chapel… no they call them Churches nowadays, in my younger days the Primitive Methodists called them Halls or Chapels, the new sign caught my attention and made me ponder on it. If only it were true we would be a lot wiser.
Got back to the hovel and reheated and consumed me nosh – lovely it were.
Tiredness and fatigue overcame me again and I soon fell asleep. Missed both me midday and evening medication doses today… oh dear…
At least I managed to get some kip in – not before time either.
Decent kip, got a few hours in and remembered bit of some dreams wot I’d ‘ad:
I wus tangled up in a barbed wire fence, but felt no pain as I tore off fingers flesh and lost an eye in me vain struggle to free missen – then some aliens landed and stood and looked at me for a while – then they tutted and got into a 1959 Standard Vanguard car they had taken out of their space-pod thing and drove off, me shouting after them that they could not drive ‘ere without a proper licence…?
I found myself in a kamikaze fighter, but it was a British one, and although a Fairly Swordfish torpedo fighter it had a sat-nav on the pilots dash and Tony Blairs voice was shouting out which of the Iraqi trawlers to dive into…?
Hey-ho!
I tried to get up to use the WC and was aching in both shoulders and Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna grumbling a bit and bleeding from me haemorrhoids.
This is not going to be a good day I felt…
Cuppa and medications taken, laptop started and did some graphics for later – until Coreldraw9 froze again. Had to go through force shutting down and restarting procedure.
Got me laundry togs ready, then had a spruce-up. I used the new three-bladed Bic razor this morning – it didn’t take too much time to stem the bleeding.
I was determined not to forget anything today. Hahaha!
Set off with me bags of washing and realised I had not got me mobile phone in me pocket. Tsk!
Found Big John already there.
Bertha was on duty today and we all had a little natter and I gave her her nibbles.
I had to use one big and the one small machine. Read me booke while BJ went to the cafe for his breakfast.
When the machines had stopped and I was taking the clothes out to put in the drier a ‘Clunk’ was heard… as the flipping mobile phone fell to the floor!
Boy was I annoyed with missen!
I suppose I’d left the ruddy thing in the pocket of one of me far-to-long-but-very-comfortable and warm pyjama pockets?
Wet and dead… and only 6 months old. (Well I had her for six months) Just my barrow too, simple and uncomplicated. Tsk!
BJ took it to pieces to see if it could be rescued but no, it was a gonna!
Good job it was only a cheapo old one.
He said for me to go to Asda with him and we’ll see if the SimCard still worked and I could a cheap phone would work on the EE network wot it is on. Bless him.
Bertha couldn’t stop laughing! At least I’d made someone happy today.
BJ was not too happy with me rampant flatulence in his car as he took me to Asda, but he understood all the same.
I was feeling weary and tired without a good reason now.
We arrived at the Asda superstore and I spotted a dirty great big bird sat on top of the Asda sign above the entrance and got me camera out but was too late. I think it might have been a sparrow-hawk if your interested in knowing wot it wus I missed…
We went to the electrical department first to sort out a mobile phone, but there was no one there. Another member of staff told us that they were on break upstairs and would be back in ‘a bit’.
So we split and did us shopping to meet up at the check-out later then try again for the phone.
As I pottered about getting some beef and onions slices, yoghurt, jellies, bleach, disinfectant and bread feeling even more drained now, BJ came to me and said we’ll go now to see about the phone because he had frozen foods in his trolley.
So we did.
They had (In the cheaper simpler older phone range like) four to choose from and one was just like the one that I’d drowned in soapy water and on a fiver… yes £5, so I got that one and the kind lady seeing me struggling with trying to get me old sim-card into it did it for me.
It worked okay. Phew!
As we left the car park and stopped at the traffic lights I apologised to BJ again fer me unplanned escapages of wind, and noticed a chap on a mobility scooter almst skid to a halt and jumped put of it and into a Chicken & Pizza parlour take-away, I’ve seen anyone move so quick. Young lad he was.
BJ dropped me off at the flea-pit and handed me me shopping and laundry.
I thanked him and off he went home.
Before putting owt away I wearily climbed the stairs to the WC – bit worried now about why I feel so drained and tired?
Maybe it was some sort of aftershock after me Whoopsiedangleplop the other day? Don’t like feeling like this.
Put the washing away, then the nosh and made a flask ot tea and went up to start this diary.
Found a giant chocolate £1 coin I’d forgotten about getting yesterday for the launderette gals.
Wish I could think of something funny to write about it.
Can anyone help me out with a caption please?
Crickey, I’m sneezing like a good un now. Huh!
I put the new mobile on charge and almost fell asleep doing this diary?
Sad innit?
Hope to have some microwave sausage sarnies later, if I can stay awake that is.
It makes a change from not being able to sleep, mind you I ain’t nodded off yet.
Enjoyed me sausage sandwiches and spent a few hours trying y nod-off without any luck – odd innit how when one (Note I slipped in a Royal ‘One’ there) is feeling so tired and drained and still can’t sleep?
