Up at 0400hrs – WC, cleaned up the blood.
Damned annoyed at not remembering any of me dreams again this morning.
Angina and arthritis both playing up big time, went down to make a cuppa to have with me medications and found that a bit of snow had fallen overnight and had turned to nasty dangerous black-ice!
I took a photo from the front door that creaked as the frost broke around it when I opened it!
I hope no more falls with temperatures this low it shouldn’t, but if it warms up a tad later I can see more snow descending. Tsk!
Not looking forward to the walk to the dentist at all this morning… but got to go.
Weather like this is Whoopsidangleplops inviting. Especially with Arthur Itis limiting my movements like wot he is today.
Trouble with Coreldraw9 this morning, freezing, crashing and importing work I’d done warped? Eventually after many restarts it seems slow but working again – lost hours there. Tsk!
Looking out the upstairs window I saw many flashing blue lights of emergency vehicles in the distance on Hucknall Road I think. I’d bet the black ice had caught some poor sod out?
Finished off yesterdays diary and got it posted, then had the urge to write a ditty about the weather so I did and posted that. I lost the original plot in no time, but it seemed fairly funnyish all the same.
Must get the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop because it’s only a few doors down from the dentist. Two jobs in one like – as the missus used to say.
Got missen cleaned up and set off for the walk to Sherwood and the Dentists.
It wor miserable out there, but the snow had all but melted by the pouring rain. Not cold at all now.
I pressed on keeping an eye on the time ’cause they don’t like it if yer late you know like. Got there in time and climbed up the high steps into the passage and down to the reception. A few questions answered and I took a seat and waited until she called me name in her Concentration Guard voice (Wrongly but no problem there); “Go up to treatment room one now!”
So I did – with difficulty as the stairs are a bit steep, so much so I took a sneaky photo of them – just glad I didn’t have to go up another flight to treatment room three.
I sat patiently waiting looking around and noticed a photo on the wall, just above the signs that told us we would be charged extra if we were late for appointments, and taken off their records if we missed an appointment – oh and if we want none grey fillings we must ask them and they will tell us if they can provide them (White ones) and how much they will cost to be done privately.
I thought that the portraits of the Lions was most suitable for this camp… er, surgery.
Eventually the Obergruppenführer came in… I mean Dentist came in and ran through checking me teeth and commanded me to make an appointment with the receptionist for a half-hour treatment session on me two lower front teggies to try and save them, and shoved me record card into me hand..
I mumbled a few words in thanks and painfully nervously got up to go down to the receptionist, by which time she and her assistant had rushed off to treatment room two to see someone else… then I limped gently down the stairs. talking myself into being brave as I did so… to tackle the receptionist to get an appointment.
I handed her the card:
She demanded the payment for the checks just done and I paid her.
Inchy: “Thank you, the dentist said to make a half-hour appointment”
Grissly: “I am knowing this…”
I heroically interrupted her: “Any day but a Monday or Tuesday at any time will do, they are my hospital and clinic days…” I followed it up with a weak twitchy smile…
Grissly: “Humpf… let me to look, wait!”
I whispered back “Yes no problem.”
I sat down.
After a couple of minutes of her belting hell out of the computer keyboard keys she pointed her finger at me and bent the index one inward – this I took as a summoning and went back to the desk…
“You will be coming for treatment on Wednesday 4th February… Yes! This is alright with you yes?” It was an order more than a question.
“Fine yes thank you very much indeed”.
I got sympathetic looks from the other poor sods whose turn it would be later… I mean patients waiting her attentions as I limped out into the rain and sleet.
A bag of nerves by now I forgot completely about the bag of stuff I’d got to hand to the Nottingham Hospice shop a few doors away – such was my determination to escape Frau Goebbels. Actually I think they were Polish. Thus had to carry it around with me all day.
When I got to the bus stop to catch a one into town and take some photographs I adjusted me clothing and a zip came of me nice warm jumper. I tried to reconnect it and a bit flew off into the road never to be seen again.
“Ah well” I thought “I’ll call in Primark see if they have any in the sale still.”
The bus came and it was a case of standing for the journey into town so many people on it.
As it came towards the City Centre stop, I was caught up in a sort of stampede to get off the bus along with the polite mild mannered Nottingham people nudging and grappling to get off first. I wondered what was happening.
When I got to the pavement I thought my big coat had come undone in the mini-melee – but found that that zip was also broken beyond repair. Huh… what a day I was having and getting soaked in the rain to boot!
Hey-ho, onward down Clumber Street across the lights and right into the Primark store – now I was seeking a jumper and a coat. Tsk!
Took me time and pottered around, took some photographs for the TFZ gals and eventually came across a jumper that looked nice and warm and was reasonably priced – but none of the coats were anything like what I was looking for even though they were cheap enough.
Not enough pockets yer see.
So I left and had a walk through the slab 
square to M&S to cheer myself up with buying one of there admittedly expensive, but deletable braised beef with roasted parsnips that can be cooked in the microwave meals for one.
I foolishly thought before going to the food hall, I’ll pop up the escalators to the third floor and have a look at their coats on sale.
I fell in love with one that had plenty of pockets and looked nice and warm – but dare not tell anyone how much it cost… What a fool!
Now me bags were getting heavy, and me feet stinging as bit.
I poddled down to the food hall and got me meal for one, then limped back up and out of the store. I held the door open for a lady as we left and found the rain was even more heavy than it was before.
I couldn’t manage me brolly up and cope with me two bags at the same time. What a day!
I made me way back through the City Centre and up King Street.
Then round to the bus stop via Trinity Square, but no photographicalistioning of shop windows today, it was too wet you see.
A Nottingham Pavement Cycling nearly caught me off guard while I was concentrating on avoiding the worst of the rain but somehow he missed me by inches. I Christened him as loud as I could manage by 
questioning his parentage with the use of one word.
He didn’t seem to notice and was off out of view within seconds… bless him.
I really must look into getting a clandestine camera to catch the pavement cyclists and send the photographs to someone who might be able to do something to bring this problem to the attention of the authorities who don’t seem interested at all in Nottingham, but find the time to prosecute people for throwing away a nub-end or feeding the birds?
The rain kept alternating with snow/sleet as I made my way to the bus stop and got on one without any delay.
I took a photograph through the bus front window as we moved up Mansfield Road. do you see the lighted little box on the right of the picture?
A God-send that is – it’s where we old-uns swipe of free bus-pass on entry to the bus.
I was soon back in Carrington alighting the bus and popped into the Co-op because I’d forgotten to get any bread when in town.
I’d also forgot to get some hearing aid batteries from the Ropewalk clinic. Tsk!
As I left the Co-op shop, the heavens really opened up and made me way as quickly as me knees back and feet would let, back to the hovel.
WC’d, put the kettle on, started the laptop then made a cuppa and put me things I’d bought away.
Certainly nothing to make me ecstasiate today!
Overall a day of frustrations, pain, embarrassments and failed good intentions – a normal day for Inchcock then!
Hey-ho!
