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Inchcock Today: Wednesday 24th December 2014

I woke at 0340hrs… WC’d and wrote down ASAP the memories I had of the dreams I’d had. Started the laptop then made a cup of tea, WC’d and got the dream memories on this diary:

I was on a train, I think everyone on the crowded train were wearing fancy dress, partying singing, laughing and snogging with each other… the seating was luxurious velvets leather grand…

It seems they were playing a guessing game to identify each others costumes or personality’s they portrayed, despite them all being obvious to me. A lot of them were Christmas or Dickens characters and whoever it was that was supposed to be the Dicken’s Ghost from the passed was the only one who would talk to me at first… not sure what we spoke about at this point… Later we were in a corridor that didn’t exist earlier and the ghost was asking me why I like microwave sausages?

At another point I was in a tiny room on my own that had an empty wardrobe that I was trying to get into to hide maybe? When I climbed out of the wardrobe I was on top of a skyscraper roof, with Nat King Cole singing ‘White Christmas’ as the snow began to cover him… later I managed to get him off the roof and into the train with the fancy dress party going full belt and everyone seemed intoxicated…

The ghost came up to me and laughed telling me more was to come and France would declare peace with Britain soon? But I must sign his walking stick first? The quill I had to use was too heavy for me to lift… the walking stick was exactly like mine but melted when I touched it… Santa appeared and spoke with the ghost asking him why Scrooge (meaning me) had been invited? The Ghost replied: “No it was 1-1 at half time and Dennis Law was offside!”…

I was lying on a butchers bench… chickens pecking at me, I was tied-up…

Tea bags were thrown over me and I was demanding milk to go with them?…

The ghost appeared again stopping the crowd from covering me and gave me my medications telling me I must take these before I land on Venus?…

Later a dinosaur had me in a tree… calling me Dadda?

That’s all I recall, but still a lot more than I can usually remember of my dreams?

The angina is still easier this morning, a lot easier. The niggling cough and sore throat linger on and the turmoil from within and wind remained but not so bad it seems. We’ll see how they go.

Took my medications with the by now cold cuppa. Urgh!

Went down and made a fresh mug of tea. The knees not too keen on my moving now. Huh!

When I made the graphic above for the dream memories Coreldraw9 packed up on me – too much memory used perhaps for the laptop to cope with – that reminds me, the computer shop bloke said he’s ring me about doing up a laptop for me me and he has not called… fancy that, me picking someone unreliable to deal with?

After a bit more (Well a lot more then) Facebooking and blogging I went downstairs and found a letter had been delivered. It was from the Boots Opticians informing me my spectacles were ready for collection and fitting. I wondered if they would be open today but thought surely they would, and on the letter they gave their opening times as Monday to Friday 0900hrs to 1730hrs.

I poddled back upstairs WC’d and cleansed my weary body, teggies shaved etc in readiness for a good walk I’d planned while doing meself up like. I’ll walk to Asda to see if I can get some of the cocktail-frankfurters, then catch the tram into town, collect me glasses and take some photographs at the same time in the City Centre.

I was listening to Smooth Radio when cleaning me feet and shaving (Not at the same time mind!) and they played Nat King Cole singing ‘Let there be love’ – fatal for me, I’ve had it in my head and even been singing it throughout the day and even now as type away. Funny how some singers and songs trigger you off innit?

**A pleasant sky this morning – no birds about though, wonder what that’s indicative of?**

I’d like to warn others that singing while shaving is likely to cause the odd cut or two to your chin and lip if yer not careful… Tsk! Good job they weren’t playing Good Golly Miss Molly, Rock-a-hula Baby or Waitin’ in School else I might have bled to death with me feet in a bowl of water!

I set off on me walk to Asda – I wasn’t too cold at all, and the wind seemed to have lessened a tad too. The usual cyclists on the pavements were present throughout me walk.

As I arrived at Asda, the angina started – Huh! Get rid of one ailment and another takes it place eh?

The place was cram-packed solid – the shelves looked extremely bare and folk were either waiting for trolley/baskets or using their prams and pushchairs – utter mayhem. And the shoppers were not happy so decided against taking a photo of them.

I decided not to risk entering and walked on and out (taking a photo of the crammed car-park en route) to the Radford Road tram-stop and catch one to town. Remembering to swipe me bus-pass before I got on.

Itook a photo of the Flea-market behind the tram-stop. Very sparse!

I could be see the tram about 400 yards away – it could not get passed the traffic jam where the Asda entrance was with care stuck half in and out! It took about ten minutes to get to the stop, but it was free running after that cause the route took it off Radford Road a few yards beyond the bus-stop.

The tram was packed too, but I got the last spare seat I think. As we passed the Arboretum I was pleased to see a family feeding the mallards.

I dropped off in the slab-square and made my way up Friar Lane to the Boot’s opticians shop – that was closed!

They will be open next Monday though. Tsk again!

**CPO with a pigtail – not a good shot though Tsk!**

So I plooded down to the festivities in the Slab-square and had a limp around… camera in my pocket ready for anything interesting. As I left the tram platform two CPOs (Community Protection Officers) passed my and I suprised to see one of them with long blonde hair tied up at the back with black tape. I got out me camera as quick as I could but by the time I was ready they had moved out of focus for me – but the two lads sat on the seemed to think they were the subjects for my photographs. Hey-ho!

**By-gum the cooked eats smelt wonderful!**

The aroma from one of the food stalls was overpowering and delicious. It took me a while waiting to get a break in the shoplifters… I mean shoppers to get a shot of the cooked meats being served-up in cobs and sandwiches… Mmmm!

I forced myself to hobbled on away from temptation, through the other stalls en route to my bus-stop to catch one home.

I noticed a couple with two Yorkie dogs that they had done up with Santa coats and thought thay had done a good job on them.

I had to take the picture quickly before they merged with the crowds and didn’t made a very good job of it I’m afraid, in fact I made a mess of it, all blurred.

Still, the thought was there.

I walked up Clinton Street taking care not to get knocked over by the rushing mob of shoppers coming the other way.

I managed to get towards the bus stop and heard a lot of car and what turned out bus horns blowing… I turned to investigate and there was a Lexus 4×4 car parked near the traffic lights on double yellow lines holding up the buses as they were stuck in between the lights.

He was not a popular chappy at all!

By the time I’d got me camera out the lights had changed and the buses cleared – seconds later he had picked up his passenger and moved off – only to be waved down my an ossifer of the law a hundred yards or so further on along the road.

The walkover out of Victoria centre across the road, is where I often take photos from of the traffic.

I caught the bus, again very full back to Carrington and hobbled with now aching knees and feet back to the flea-pit.

As I turned towards my street I noticed how the sky had changed from how it looked when I left the dump. Now more threatening perhaps, but still beautiful to me like.

Got in WCd and started laptop, made a cuppa and spilt it going upstairs.

Swore and went down and made another.

Updated this Diary of Woe.

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 23rd Decembers 2014

Up on the WC at 0215hrs.

Back to kip, trying and failng to remember the dream I was having before the bladder woke me.

0320hrs WC.

Tried to get back to kip… failed.

Gorrup 0440hrs.

WC’d, started laptop, made a cuppa then took me medications.

Rather annoyingly as I was going downstairs I had a great idea for a post – by the time I was back up at the laptop it had faded into the ether. Tsk!

I took a photo from the upstairs window of the morning sky – touch of red in it and it foretold me of rain later.

I hope to make up for forgetting to go to the bank to update me insurances yesterday by going today. I realise that facing the rampant crowds will not be easy, but it’s got to be done. I’ll try to get some photographs of the Nottingham ~~shoplifters~~… I mean shoppers on me walk.

Coughing, sore throat, bad back, arthritis, angina, duodenal ulcer, depression nor me lack of mobility is going to stop me going for a good walk today!

Blimey, did I just say that?

Medicated, scrubbed missen up, applied me creams and pain-gels did me teggies, shaved and had another sh… visit on the porcelain and was ready for the off.

Not too cold, windy mind and a little on the dark side still.

En route the horns were a-sounding from motorists stuck in the traffic jam into town and many frayed tempers methinks?

Cyclist on the pavement on me one mile walk into town this morning? Five! But they don’t bother me… oh no…

I nipped into Tesco to see if I could get another pack of the delicious Polish cocktail frankfurters, I searched and searched but could not find where I got them from yesterday. Hey-ho!

Walked along to the market to have a ponder – on the way I had a dizzy-spell and stood at the top of the escalator for a while. In about ten minutes my focus came okay again. I noticed that in that time the ‘Boost’ fruit drink cabin thing on the lower floor of the mall had no customers at all, and there were three staff on duty. Sad news for the owner that.

In the market the handbag and ladies accessories stall was doing no better than the fruit stand below. They had a marvellous selection on bags on show and I took a photograph of it for the girls on the Troll Free Zone site as I know some of them like their handbags, and they can click on the photo to see what’s on offer in Nottingham. Probably the same Korean, Chinese and Lithuanian manufactured choices as in America Canada and Australia?

Onward on me walk then to the Nottingham Arboretum.

At the end of the mall on the walk-over I took another photograph of the traffic and ~~shoplifters~~… I mean Nottingham pedestrians vying with each other to get there first. Still not noon yet, the traffic increased greatly after then.

I plodded on through town to the bank before I forgot about going like. I took this photo just before I entered the bank, slowly the crowds were getting thicker on the ground. Seconds after taking this photograph a bloke walked into me shoulder nearly knocking me over and muttering in a loud voice I heard clearly “F&,/ing photograpers!” I wished him a Happy Christmas back too as he sped to wherever it was he was going!

I entered the bank and waited patiently for an adviser. One got up and as he came towards me a bloke who’d just come in the place approached him and got served like. Tsk! I thought. No bother I wasn’t in a hurry. Eventually the advisor came to me.

I didn’t like him instantly, he had that ‘Jobsworth-sneer’ on his mush and an arrogant tone in his voice – ‘This could get interesting I thought’ and it did.

It really isn’t my nature to get involved unpleasantly with anyone, but this turd was too tempting a challenge even for me…

Inchcock: “Good morning”

Turd: “Can I help you?”

Inchcock: “I don’t know can you?”

Turd: “I’m sorry?”

Inchcock: “So was I when you served the chap in the donkey-jacket who came in well after I did leaving me stood here waiting!

Turd: “I didn’t see you Sir!”

Inchcock: “That’s alright cocker, you’ve got bad eyesight I’m deaf… no prejudice from me pal!”

The now flummoxed looking Turd repeated himself: “Can I help you Sir?”

Inchcock: “I want to see an advisor about my home insurance…

The Turd cut in: “We have sold out insurance commitments to the Royal (Some name I can’t remember now) company you will have to contact them now!” (A sneer began to develop on his thin pale face)

I slightly raising my voice to enable other customers to hear me clearly: “Now that is a shame mush (Touch of the Tony Hancock’s there I thought – quite proud of that?) because the competent advisor who sat there (I pointed to one of the desks) three weeks ago told me to come back and she would help me by phoning them for me as part of the banks customer service ethics (I again pointed, this time to poster on the wall about the banks ethics policy) by phoning them for me!

Turd: “I’ll get an advisor to help you, take a seat!”

Inchcock: “Shame you didn’t say that in the first place Pike!” Gawd as was going strong now!

Turd: “Pike?”

Inchcock: “Can’t you remember Dad’s Army son?

The Turd walked away his face now red.

I was truly amazed at my responses and attitude to him. Hey-ho!

The advisor called me over and I got the impression he wanted to say something about the turd but dare not. The smile on his face was reward enough for me. He was helpful and patient and got me sorted out in no time.

I was pleased, almost proud of myself as I left the bank – but should I have been?

I walked through town and up passed the Theatre Royal and the tram stops, down passed the college building and weariness appeared to affect me, the coughing and sore throat seemed to come on together and my knees and feet really started to ache – but I didn’t mind because my victory over the bank turd was still fresh in my warped mind. Hehehe

As I passed an old building I thought how decorative it had been finished off with peoples heads in cement or stone above each of the windows. I’ll have to look up who designed it.

Maybe it was Watson Fothergill?

Arboretum Visit Report

I pressed on down the hill and up to the Nottingham Arboretum gate that I left via on yesterdays visit to the mallards and pigeons, and entered.

I realised just how much walking I’d done, and decided I could manage a walk home as well after my visit to the Arboretum was over. (What a pillock”)

Straight to the pond, where the mallards were taking a shower in the pond-centre fountain.

I watched then from a distance for a while, then approached to feed them the seeds and meal-worm pellets. I do love their quacking, I’ve become quite adept at copying their quacking yer now.

I walked up the hill (Another damned hill, getting tired now!) to cut over and come out near the cemetery.

I took a photo of the famous Chinese Bell surrounded by old Cannons!

The structure called “The Chinese Bell”, calls for a word of explanation, for it is a curious conglomeration of ideas and objects.

(1.) Richard Birkin, Esq, had efficiently served his fourth year of office as Mayor, and it was desired to record the event with approval.

(2.) ‘The Notts Regiment of Foot’ had deserved well of their town and county, which had sent it so many good soldiers that it ought to be recorded.

(3.) In the Crimean War of 1854-6 some cannon guns were taken at Sebastopol, and two of them were sent to Nottingham and mounted, and a heap of balls added.

(4.) During the war with China (1857) a bell, believed to consist of steel and silver, was “taken from a large and handsome Temple near to the east gate at Canton, when that city was captured. This bell, which stood in the principal part of the Temple and was struck during religious ceremonies to call the attention of the joss or god, or to announce his presence, was removed by the army, and brought to Nottingham, and here it was mounted and a canopy placed over it. The result being that guns partly Russian are mounted as firing from a Chinese Temple into the four quarters of the earth; while the bell has never been used”.

As I walked on upwards to the exit I passed a statue that I had forgotten all about. The inscription had been redone: “Feargus O’Connor Esq. MP. This Statue was erected by his Admirers 1859.”

Feargus O’Connor was a Chartist leader, and became a Nottingham MP in 1847. Born around 1796, he studied at Trinity College, Dublin, and became a lawyer. He inherited an estate in Cork, and during Irish agitation for reform in the early 1830’s, he emerged as an advocate of Irish rights and democratic political reform. He became MP for Cork in 1832 but lost his seat in 1835. He turned his attention to English radicalism and toured the country campaigning for political reform. He was described as “a superb orator, powerful, defiant, humorous”. (What would I give to be described as such?). In 1840 he was arrested and imprisoned in York Castle for 15 months. As his behaviour, apparently became increasingly irrational, he was declared insane in 1852, and was sent to an asylum in Chiswick, where he died in 1855. It was reported that 40,000 people attended his funeral.

Interesting that.

As I reached the highest point with a view of the grounds, I took a last photograph of the Arboretum grounds.

You’ll no doubt see the massed Nottingham people who appreciate and visit the Arboretum so regularly in the photograph.

‘He is on the centre path just to left of the second tree from the right in the photo.’

It took about half an hour to walk from there to the Continental shop in Carrington, where I purchased a packet of Silesian sausages.

Located just before the Lidl fiddlers store, where I thought about popping in to get some bread, but the queues down the store from the tills put me off.

So I limped back to the flea-pit and hastened to the WC.

I put away me Silesian sauages, and spooted on the nearly empty packet of delicious Polish cocktail frankfurters that I’d bought them at Asda. No wonder I failed to find any at Tesco is it? What a plonker!

Then I got the laptop on and updated this waffling tosh.

TTFN all.

Inchcock Today: Monday 22nd December 2015

Monday 22^nd December

Woke up at 0350hrs to the tune of me stomach grinding and a-churning and utilised the toilet yet again, as I had throughout the night.

WC.

It’s like a maelstrom in my innards again. Oh deary me, but not so bad later in the day.

I’m supposed to go to the launderette today as there are no INR checks at the hospital due to the holidays.

I’ll see how things develop and if they settle down stomach-wise later.

Went down and made a cuppa and took me tablets. Arthur Itis and angina both a lot easier this morning.

“WC.

Started this diary and did some graphicalisationing (Say that when you’ve had a few drinks?) for later.

I think the stomach is settling a tad after me last mammoth session on the porcelain blocked the drainage pipes perhaps?

I decided to get missen ablated and to chance going to the launderette later.

Getting the laundry ready in the two bags I banged me head on the falling off wardrobe door corner and I think I said ‘Flipping ‘eck!’

I just hope this doesn’t harm me chances of becoming a male model. (Silly mode adopted, I must be feeling better)

I even remembered everything needed to do the laundry this morning… and to collect my prescriptions from the chemist that is handily located next door to the launderette.

Very windy today (both the weather and me rear end).

Big John was already there when I arrived and we had a chin-wag with Big Bertha and she made us a cup of tea too!

He offered to run me to Asda afterwards so I cold get me nosh in bless him.

I remembered to fetch me prescriptions from the chemist next door… and to take some nibbles for the staff.

Doing well today memory-wise and was getting a bit worried about it. Which proved a valid worry, because at the end of the day I’d forgotten to call at the bank re their reminder that me house insurance payments were due. Tsk! Must call tomorrow at all costs.

Got the washing sorted and dried and Big John ran me to Asda (In his car like). Where we split up and arranged to meet back at the tills in 20 minutes.

We both arrived at the same time luckily.

As we left the store the police had just finished dealing with some our numerous shoplifters… not in Nottingham surely?… hard to believe I know. (Hehe) I noticed that they were all female officers and CPO’s – good for them I thought!

BJ dropped me off at home and lifted the heavy stuff into the dump for me, he shot off sharpish as he had a lot of things to sort for the coming holidays.

He’s going to call me later, but up to now he is going to the Papplewick Pumping Station at 1100hrs on Saturday and will take me with him. I’m looking forward to that and thanked him kindly.

I dropped the washing bags upstairs and made sure I’d got me bus-pass with me and set off on a walk to the Nottingham Arboretum in the high gusty winds. It was not cold with them though.

I arrived at the gate and entered the Arboretum drive with not a sole in sight. A bit concerning given that the place is a muggers paradise so I kept what few wits I have left about me on Defcon 2 alert.

As I reached the end of the main drive tunnel into the Arboretum proper, still nobody about.

When I came out of the other end the place was teeming with grey squirrels and I managed to photo one of them near the base of a tree.

Not the best of photographs I know, but then again I’m not one of the best photographers. And I’ve noticed that grey squirrels tend to ignore you when you ask them to stay still for a few seconds so you can take their photograph!

Down the hill towards the pond I waddled. Planning to veer left originally to take a photo of the old Galleon gun ships cannons, but I got distracted (I do that a lot I’ve noticed).

I saw my first person in the Arboretum. A chap sat on a bench with gigantic headphones on (That chap that was, not the bench with the headphones on like) happily listening to his music and shaking his head and legs to the tune, I think he was anyway.

All the way down to the bottom I went without seeing anyone else and arrived at the Pond and me beloved mallards and pigeons unknowingly awaiting their treat from me of meal-worm pellets and birdseed.

There were not so many of them as there were in Bulwell or Arno Hill Park but it didn’t take them long to polish em off bless their cotton socks. Oh, and no Turbo-powered paddling mallard here either.

As I walked towards the exit gates, I noticed some flowers struggling through the barren shrubbery and felt compelled to try and take decent photo of them – as they reminded me that nature can be so determined and powerful as these flowers forced their way into life and survival.

No idea what they were called, but they got me appreciation anyway.

As did my finding and making use of the Gentlemen’s room there.

I hobbled (The feet and knees were getting a bit painful now Tsk) into the City Centre and Tesco’s where I some bread and polish cooked sausages to freeze and last me over the holidays just in case I do get laid up like, or bad weather arrives.

I also got some Fresh Cream French Horns as a treat fer me as I feeling poorly… okay then: ’cause I like so much and am greedy!

I went and joined the rather long queue at the bus-stop to catch one home. (A bus home that is, not a bus-stop)

A single decker bus arrived, and we were crammed in like sardines again… unfortunately… after a few minutes I felt the ‘phlop’ of a very minute escapage of wind from my rear end.

I did my best to appear nonchalant and kept staring out of the bus windows trying to whistle for an added innocent appearance…

Some of the comments passed between the passengers were a tad cruel. Hehe!

I was pleased to get off the bus and walk home in the fresh air.

I tried one of the cooked sausages that I’d bought – they were delicious. So later it’s a sandwich, sausages and cooked beetroot followed by two fresh cream French horns for me!

I hope… tummy permitting.

Inchcock Today: Sunday 21st December 2014

Sunday 21^st December

Lying here thinking of the dreams I’d had… I kept finding myself in empty rooms, shops, buildings or cellars?

0245hrs, WC’d then started laptop went to make a cuppa then returned to start this Diary.

The laptop’s Word programme froze one twice before I got it going properly.

Thank you again Mr Bill Gates.

Too early to take mediations yet, must remember to do so later.

The rumbling and a-grumbling from me innards is stewing nicely at the moment… daren’t move to far from the porcelain!

WC.

Did some Facebooking.

I was looking at the painting that Patti (Bekert) did got me that cheered me up no end and decided I had to do something to thank her for being there for me when I really did need her encouragement. So I made up a heartfelt poem of thanks and made a graphic of her and posted it on facebook.

Oh dear… I just had an involuntary slow leakage of wind from me back-end… I thought it was never going to stop!

But it did… then the short plup and sprurtsch ones started again, non-stop.

Feeling a bit low now.

Pattie later commented on the ode wot I dun saying kind words about it. She deserves all the praise she gets and more.

I really dare not go out today.

Oh dear…

A cuppa and an egg and sausage muffin and taking me medications I thought might settle the stomach… it didn’t.

Felt awful for the rest of the day. Not really painful but more your uncomfortable with nervous visits to the porcelain rampant.

At least the angina and arthritis were not too bad, and I only had one dizzy-spell up to now anyway.

The haemorrhoids’ bled to their hearts content.

The toilet paper stocks dwindled.

The eyes ran.

The stomach’s grumbles and rumbles continued… on and on…

Still yer don’t like to complain do yer. (Much)

I really enjoyed such a long time Facebooking, but feeling a bit guilty about not getting out on a walk due to the demands of the toileting requirements.

Talking of which…

Inchcock Today: Saturday 20th December 2014

Up at 0220hrs wide awake and spent a few wasted minutes trying to remember the dreams wot I’d had.

WC’d.

Terrible wind this morning, I don’t mean the weather.

The angina was much easier though, and the arthritis not too bad, the fingers especially seemed better this morning.

Started the laptop and poddled down to make a cuppa and had a search for my hearing aids, finding them on tin of baked beans in the kitchen?

WC’d.

Started doing some blogging and Facebooking – I do love it yer know. Someone to communicate with. Then did some graphics for the TFZers.

I even watched a DVD! Not on the computer mind, that still wont let me do that.

I passsed another emission of wind from me rear-end that was possibly me worst one of me life. Corrr…

Made another cuppa and took me medications then titivated myself up and got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and set off on me walk to Sherwood with them.

Bit overcast and windy, but it wasn’t a cold wind though.

As I got to the top of the hill on Mansfield Road the sky brightened a bit.

I pressed on down the hill and called into the Romanian charity shop near the library and had a potter around. The people who run it are rather nice and sociable.

As I came out there was a dog chained up that was barking I assumed because her owner was in the shop. I spoke gently to her “All right my pet, they wont be long…” She stretched the chain she was on to the limit in her effort to take a chink out of me. Hey-ho!

I called in the library to have a see what they had in biography-wise because I’m coming to the end of me Operation Sea-Lion book. Struggled up the steps to the entrance and realised it was closed. Hey-ho again!

After dropping the things off for the Hospice shop I wandered over the road (Carefully) into the Council Estate and took a photo from the top of the hill. It didn’t come out as I expected but still, did me best. At least it showed the size of the estate.

As I turned back onto Mansfield Road I noticed that the Sherwood Manor restaurant and pub were offering lager at £1.99 a pint and had a large poster up to advertise it too.

That’s about $3.10 in American dollars.

I wonder how much the lager is over there?

As I started to walk down the first hill towards Carrington I noticed there were a few mobility scooters ahead of me… so I crossed over the road. Better safe than sorry I thought with those dangerous things about.

The sky had started to darken again, but still looked beautiful to me.

Just a few minutes later and a little further down the road, it changed so quickly and looked like this with a hole through the clouds letting through the sunshine from behind.

It became more threatening of rain and darker, but no rain came.

I pressed on up the hill and down the other side and into the Cooperative store to get some of their bread-thins because at the moment they are cheaper than Asda and Tesco are at £1 a pack.

I came out and had gone about six yards when I realised I’d left me bag at the till – I limped urgently as I could back and there it was still on the floor.

I received the often given to me look from the lady behind the counter that said without words spoken: “Silly old bugger!” Hey-ho number three.

Out of the shop again on me way to the alleyway into Carrington, but i did not like the look of four youths sat drinking cans of beer of some sort on the bench… so I took the much longer scenic route back to the my flea-pit avoiding contact with them.

I got in before the rain started luckily, mind you it wasn’t much only a few drops.

I got me nosh ready to be prepared later and took a photo of it just in case Delia Smith or Gordon Ramsey need any tips like.

Incidentally the ingredient list in Hungry Joe’s BBQ Burgers & Beans is:

Sauce (63%) – Diced Potatoes (25%) – Beef Burgers (10%) – Cheddar Cheese (Milk)

Sauce contains: Water, Onions, Pinto Beans, Tomato, Red Pepper, Celery, Tomato Puree, Brown Sugar, White Sugar, Malt, Vinegar (Barley), Chipotle Mash, Modified Maize Starch, Smoked Paprika, Garlic Puree, Rapeseed Oil, Caramelised Sugar Syrup, Salt, Pimento, Cumin, Yeast Extract, Oregano, Black Pepper
Diced Potatoes contain: Potatoes, Sunflower Oil, Wheat Flour, Salt, Modified Potato Starch, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, Yeast Extract, Spice Extracts, Dextrose

Mini Beef Burgers contains: Beef (90%), Beef Fat, Seasoning, Onion, Tomato Paste, Brown Sugar, Soy Protein, Rusk

Chipotle Mash contains: Chipotle Mash, Preservative (Acetic Acid)

Seasoning contains: Pea Starch, Dried Glucose Syrup, Dextrose, Onion Powder, Flavouring, Spices, Salt, Yeast Extract, Spice Extracts

Rusk Contains: Fortified Wheat Flour (Wheat Flour, Calcium Carbonate, Iron, Niacin, Thiamin), Salt.

Nutritionist please: Is that good?

You may wonder why I had the packet of Suet Pellets and bird seed that I feed me mallards and pigeons with included in the photograph?

So do I!

Inchcock Today: Friday 19th December 2014

Awake at 0250hrs. Feeling like I’d had no sleep at all and still tired?

I laid there again trying to reclaim the dreams I’d had without any success at all this time.

The angina seemed easier at this point, crossing fingers here.

WC.

I started the laptop and went down and put the kettle on – sorted the rubbish and bags for the Refuge Containment Operatives to collect later. The rain was a’raining and the wind a’blowing, but it wasn’t cold at all.

I managed to trip up the doorstep coming back in… I believe I may have uttered an expletive of a parentage questioning nature. The tiny scratch on me shin bled away to its hearts content. Took a while but it stopped after a few minutes. I hoped my INR Warfarin level was alright.

Back up to the laptop with me newly brewed cuppa.

WC.

BT Internet connection working okay. Coreldraw messy and crashing with differing results to normal and not saving again. Tsk!

Started this Diary around 0325hrs.

Did some graphics and blogging.

Made another cuppa and took me tablets. Rubbed in some extra Permethrin cream today.

Got myself spit and polished – teggies bleeding now… huh!

Set off on me walk into the City Centre. Bit of drizzle and windy, but not cold with it today. Mind you I wus listening t’radio as I got ready and possible freezing tonight given out.

The walk through town was easy enough, not many folks about yet, although the cyclists on the pavements were there again.

I plodded on and called in Sainsburys to get a loaf for the mallards on the canal.

Then up the road to take a picture of Carrington Street from the same view as the ones I posted a facebook from 1919 – 2003 and 2013, some changes made. I’ll post it later on the Troll Free Zone I think.

I ambled down to the canal to feed the mallards…

There were no mallards…

There were no pigeons either!

Very weird this – the only birds in sight were those illegal immigrants the sea-birds!

So I took a photograph of a barge on the canal where the mallards should have been?

See? No mallards or any other birds around the canal this morning?

The barge was named ‘The Slow Couch’ – I was careful not to wake the occupants who were obviously late risers.

I risked the now numerous mad mobility scooter drivers dodging all over the place and walked towards town.

En route I saw a Nottingham City Council sign for Nottingham Markets. It told me Bulwell market was open today. So I thought I’d catch a bus there and feed the mallards on the river Leen being as the Canal ones had seemingly abscondicated. (Is that a word? Well I like it anyway)

I got me bus-pass ready and made for the Bulwell bus-stop. Stopping on the way to take a picture of the stall just opening that was selling Ostrich, Kangaroo and Beef burgers at £3.50 ($5.49) each. The lady there had some early customers too!

I pressed on and caught the number 17 bus into Bulwell.

Yet another interesting, during the trip I an old Asian guy sat next to me, but he didn’t want to talk when I asked him how he was keeping. He only travelled for a couple of stops and got off.

Then a young lady got on and sat next to me and dropped her mobile phone. She alighted the bus and an elderly lady got on and sat next to me. I asked her how she was keeping? She informed me that she was well, but rather deaf so best if I stop speaking to her.

I dropped off at Tesco and went in to have a look see if they had any French Horns in stock.

My first visit to this large Tesco branch. I had to get a trolley first then travel with it up an escalator into the actual store.

I had a poddle around and came to the bread sections where I investigated the bread thins.

Mmmm… while searching for the ones with the longest shelf life on them I came across a packet marked sell-by 10th December! they even put Lidl and Asda to shame with that!

I placed that pack with a 22 December sell-by one and took a photo of em on the shelf! Needless to say which one I purchased.

I got some crispy bacon, ice lollies, olive-oil and butter spread and a pack of honey flavoured yogurts. I know how to live yer know!

I hobbled down to the ground floor and waddled up into Bulwell Market as the Nottingham City Council sign in the city centre suggested.

It was very sparsely being used and the folk again didn’t seem happy at all?

Perhaps it was the wind?

I made me way to the River Leed and saw a newspaper vender’s sign: Three Men Arrested! So I bought a copy, it read:

Three men have been arrested after an altercation in Bulwell during which a man suffered a stab wound. Two people were taken to hospital following the incident, on Thursday morning. The trio were arrested in connection with a public order offence. There was a heavy police presence on the estate in the morning, with seven police vehicles, including a riot van, attending the scene.

Another reason for them not to be happy?

When I arrived at the river, the mallards and pigeons greeted me as usual – but within seconds they all flew away? Another strange occurrence!

Perhaps there was a Peregrine Falcon about? But that doesn’t match with the canal mallards being absent? Mmmm!

I made my way to the bus station and caught one back to Carrington.

Got in and started the laptop.

WC.

Made a brew and put me things away.

Had curried beans and Pork loin sandwiches, a lolly and mousse and updated this diary.

Tried to watch a DVD…

Foster Parents needed for Nottingham Boy – 2nd Appeal

Nottingham Social Service’s Manager Dr Uppopo Smyth-Robinson, MRCPsych, FRCPsych has pleaded with us to republish this old (updated information in Red Ink) appeal to find Foster Parents, Adoption parents, anyone really, who is willing to take this Nottingham Lad into their hearts and home.

The many letters of support we have received from the care workers employed by Dr Uppopo Smyth-Robinson, MRCPsych, FRCPsych begging us to help has touched our own hearts, and we agreed to go to WordPress with it.

Dr Uppopo Smyth-Robinson came into the office to plead his case:

I’m afraid this gentle genitally challenged child is causing too many problems at the home, and my staff members are suffering in many ways trying to cope with him.

I fear for the sanity and health of my staff.

Every day they beg me for good news on his adoption status, and every day I have to tell them ‘No… We still haven’t had any inquiries’ from anyone or anywhere.

When I tell them this and they break-down into pitiable tears and let rent with curses, pulling their hair and wailing, it hurts me so to see this.

Since we first put out this appeal over a year ago, Inchcock’s circumstances have changed and so the team got together and amended the facts and figures on the appeal in the hope that this may touch someone’s heart and encourage them to consider at least, to adopt this Nottingham lad.

My staff members (those who have not left the job) are at this moment having a collection and organising fund raising activities to raise some cash for any person who is willing to take Inchcock off our hands.

I have written the changes in Inchcocks status in red ink… please please I beg of you… publish this second appeal… please…

Foster Parents needed for Nottingham Boy, can you help?

Advertised in the Nottingham Evening Post, this surely explains why we need to apply ourselves and provide the resources to cater for our young children?

Nottingham Council’s Adoption Agency

Nottinghamshire Council provides a range of services to look after children and aims to provide quality foster care placements to meet each child’s individual needs in respect of race, culture, religion, disability and language.

Can you offer a home to this young person?

Details:

Name: Juan Inchcock.

D.O.B.: 27 August 1946

Nationality: White, British. (We think)

But we are not racist and point out that any denomination of Christian Faith, Muslim, UKIP, Alien or insanitary personages are allowed to apply to adopt this Nottingham lad! PLEASE!

Currently Being cared for by: Local muggers, and the NHS.

History:

* Survived double pneumonia at the age of 3

* Brought up by his father. Very little education received. No etiquette, decorum, deportment, or finesse installed.

* Mother on the run from the police 1950-51 – 1954-1955 – 1956-62

* Loved sports, but was totally useless at them.

* Went bald at 23 years of age.

* Worked for 50 years, in the Retail, Military, Security, and Gas lamp lighting trades – made redundant four times through no fault of his own.

* Broke eleven bones, crushed his right thumb, had a hernia repaired, cancer of the bladder lasered, duodenal ulcer, went deaf, needs three levels of spectacles, contracted Angina, Aorta heart valve replacement, Arthritis in knees and hands, his Reflux valve sticking, Kidney infection and chronically depressed .

* After his cardiac procedures were carried out, he started writing for the Spoof Website, and started his own blog site. Unfortunately, he gets confused at times, and started posting to the wrong site in mistake for the other.

* Then he contracted Arthritis, and Impetigo, currently being treated.

* Inchcock has been fitted with new teeth

* Inchcock has been supplied with new prescription spectacles

The above two items should help him to make less mess when eating and toileting, thus making the any adoptive parents life a little less hazardous!

Medical care required:

He will have to attend a blood test, and await dosage recommendations for the Warfarin tablets he is on weekly if not daily according to results. He has a bus-pass, so you will not need to run him about; he is capable of hobbling to and from the medical appointment as necessary. The other 16 daily medications he is on, will require you to make sure he takes them in order and to the correct dosage:

* Codeine Phosphate as required

* Furosemide 40mg – one each morning

* Lactulose – three x 5ml spoonsful three times a day

* Bisoprolol (Beta Blockers) 25mg – one each morning

* Omeprazole 20mg – one each morning

* Iboprofen Gel – to be applied to the arthritic knees and hands when required.

* Ramipril 5mg – One in AM, one in PM

* Zocor 15mg – One in the evening

* Simvastin 40mg – One in the evening

* Otomise Spray – apply in ears three times a day

* Vitamin B Complex – one a day

* Glyceryl Trinitrate – 600mcg as required not more than two at a time though.

Plus of course, the specified dose of Warfarin for the day, at night.

In the event of the rare dizzy spells attacking Juan, leave him on the floor until he feels he can get up again.

The Nottingham Social Services Department Manager Dr Uppopo Smyth-Robinson points out that legal representation in the event of any adoptive parents getting the medications wrong would be supplied free of charge by Councillor and lawyer Shirley Blamey.

Personal Traits:

Potty Training:

Originally fully potty trained, but Juan’s memory is getting worse, and this can cause the occasional problem. (Especially now he is on Water Tablets)

Sometimes the busy staff at the Care Home just leave Inchcock on his commode for the day. As long as you leave his laptop with internet connection supplies, he is quite happy with this!

Eating:

Juan will eat anything not too rich. He has become accustomed since being made redundant, then retiring to living on Asda Smartprice, and Pound Shop products, and you will find these good value… crap!… but good value, and they will suffice for Juan.

Emissions of wind from his anus:

Possibly a by-product of his medications, be warned that after he had laser treatment, he is unaware of any build-up of gases, and they tend to burst out painfully, for him, and anyone in his vicinity.

Gas-masks can and will be provided free of charge at the adoptive parents request.

His Nature:

He is an easy going boy, who likes to feed the pigeons and ducks.

It is essential that you supply an internet connection for him, so he can continue to present crap like this on his blog website, as he is thoroughly addicted.

Do you feel you can help?

Anyone who feels they can take on Juan as foster parents, or adopt him, please send your application in to us, along with a Doctor’s, or Psychologist’s Sanity letter with confirmation of your mental condition.

The above restriction no longer applies.

Inchcock Today: Thursday 18th December 2014

0300hrs up and tending to WC demands. (As jazz vocalist Mel Tormé recorded in 1960 – ‘Just in time’)

Amazingly I found notes scribbled about a dream I’d had and also remembered about the Boot’s optician appointment at 1100hrs today!

I could remember little bit of scenes if that’s the word from the dream:

I was in the back of a car a Ford Corsair… with an old boss from my Tesco days Mr Wynera driving and laughing maniacally and he kept offering me a Rothman’s cigarette telling me to use the tobacco in my pipe?

Then I was at a fairground somewhere that was flooded and everyone was going around in boats, dingies etc. And everyone seemed intent on throwing darts at me, or trying to scoop me up off my raft with giant hooks?

Then I was bundling firewood at a bench – now in my young days I did have a job doing this, but in the dream everything was clean, no dust no splinters and somewhere in the background was a stage with Helen Shapiro singing “Walking back to happiness” and winking at me?

Then I was turning the knobs on a Rediffusion radio receiver and fists kept coming out of it and belting me in the face for a time, then voices started to insult me.

That’s all I can recall at the moment, and I had to use the notes to remember those bits. But I can’t remember writing the notes on a kitchen towel drum?

Ah-well onward.

Started the laptop and made a cuppa.

WC.

The angina seems to have eased at last… but I’ll see how it goes. The arthritis is still bothersome this morning.

Summat’s going on, I can hear the police helicopter and see the reflections from its searchlight coming through the window. Hope they catch ’em!

Took me medications, passed wind and utilised the WC.

Did some Facebooking and blog reading then got myself ready for the walk to the Boot’s opticians – that is as soon as I’d found me bus-pass so I don’t have to walk back from town.

Where did find them you ask? (Or not like) On the top of me stack of medications.

I walked onto Mansfield Road and towards town. At the junction of Hucknall Road I heard a klaxon of an approaching emergency vehicle of some sort, and thought I’d get me catch out to catch a photo of it…

No chance, it was the new Police ARV SUV and before I could take it, it had threaded its way through the traffic and was off.

**Mansfield Road into Nottingham – Oddly little vehicular traffic about?**

I plodded on up the hill without too much bother as the knees were not so bad or the angina this morning.

As I walked over the brow of the hill I was so amazed at the lack of vehicular traffic I took a photo down the hill into town. (Not that I carried a photo down the hill like yer know, it were the view down the hill which I should have said in the first place and saved missen all this typing like).

I walked through the upper level of Victoria Centre and at a Man’s Man shop I spotted a make-your-own-old-fashioned Radio Receiver Kit in the window on sale – this prompted me to remember I had not yet got anything for me Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete present-wise.

**Jane’s Gift Voucher and Pete’s Radio Kit**

So I called in and got one for him. He loves doing things like that and I hope he’ll be tickle him pink with it… or not like.

Then I went to the Next shop that Jane uses and likes an bought a £5000 gift voucher so she an at her leisure and choose something. (Oh, the noughts must have stuck sorry… it was a £50 gift voucher Hehehe)

**A sparse shopping mall earlier today**

I left the centre well pleased with myself and on the way out took a photograph of the pathetic Christmas tree in the mall – and the few people in it, very sparse. Mind you when I came back later it was well packed.

Some people eh… they just do not want to gerrup in a mornin’!

**Decent mix of Nottingham buses for our friends in America, Australia and Canada to see**

As I crossed the bridge across Upper Parliament Street I took a photo of the buses in the traffic. Mainly for our American, Australian and Canadian friends because I know some of them think out buses are cute.

I pressed on through town towards the opticians and heard a bloke asking someone where Nottingham Castle is – I interrupted telling the bloke to follow me. But he had a job walking that slow. So I took him on to the bottom of Friar Lane where the Castle could be seen from and pointed it out to him, warning him of the £5 charge to get in.

He never not even thanked me – Tsk!

Still a tad early, my logical brain had told me to take a book with me. Cunning eh?

They sat me down and I read me Operation Sea Lion book for a bit, then a lady came to take some details and I returnedt o me book.

After a while the opthalmist chappie came and took me into a room to check me eyes. He did a thoruogh job and i was in there for an our and a half.

When I came out a lady took me over to the frames to pick a couple of pairs – this i did in about 30 seonds and handed them to her. Amazed she said she had never known any customer to choose so quickly. I joked “At my time of life and in medical condition it’s best not to hang about M’am. The poor thing didn’t know whether to laugh or not despite the big grin on me face.

“Which one’s would you like for your reading glasses?” she asked.

“Not bothered, you choose please.” I answered.

“Well the lighter ones might be best for you long distance and everyday wear?”

“Smashing idea, thanks we’ll go for them then”

I liked this woman, she was learning quick cause she grew a big smile too.

She said it normally takes a week for them to come back, but may take longer as a weeks time is the holidays.

“Fair enough, if I’m still alive can yer send me a letter when they come in please. She said she would. Bless her.

Then it came to the payment ans she said “That will be £159 please”

“Oh” I joked “Yer want paying then?”

She’d got the hang of me by now and replied.

**Gorgeous aromas came from the food stalls guarded by CPOs**

“Best if you do in case you drop off before they’re ready!”

As I said before, I was taken by this gal.

I decided to take a walk back to Tesco in the Victoria centre to get some French Horns that they had ran out of yesterday.

As I was walking through the Slab square the smells of different cooking at the fairly busy Winter Wonderland stall was very appealing, but I resisted the temptation to try any.

I noted the time on Little John (As opposed to Big Ben in London) as I passed an lurched onward towards Tesco in the Victoria Centre yet again.

On the way up the very busy (pedestrian-wise) King Street, a bloke nearly knocked me over bless him. He (like so many other folk in the town) was concentratin on hos mobile phone. But at least this chap stopped and showed a bit of concern for me ‘ealth.

The arthritis was getting a bit bothersome now, as I traipsed into the centre and wearily struggled though the now heavily congested crowds. It took me ages to get to the other end avoiding getting injured by the once again seemingly unhappy mob of shoppers.

I never thought I’d be nervous just trying to walk in a crowd, but there you are, yer can’t avoid ageing yer know.

There were a good few mobility scooters threateningly lurking, but no bother today thank heavens.

Eventually I got to Tesco and made straight for the Cream Horns, they had some in stock today and I snaffled a pack of two and had a walk around safe in the knowledge that I could treat missen tonight. (Smug mode adopted)

I also got some bread, polish ham and a Krakoswka roasted pork loin joint that had a sell-by-date of January 3rd on it, more luxury in the Inchcock kitchen.

I took thee longer route out into the fresh air to avoid the crowds in the mall and went to catch the bus home.

The angina still behaving itself.

**My bag and its guilty contents at me feet!**

When I got on the bus, I took a photo of me bad and it’s guilty contents at me feet!

Got home and WC’s, started the laptop, put me nosh away and put the presents in a bag for Jane and Pete so I didn’t lose em.

Then I made some Polish ham sandwiches for later and brewed a cuppa for missen.

Only had one dizzy spell (Up to now like) today, that was in Tesco, so not so bad.

Feeling tired again already.

Did some blogging Facebooking and checked me emails.

Going to post this early, because I’m weary.

If owt happens I’ll add it to me Friday’s Diary.

Cheers all…

Inchcock Today: Wednesday 17th December 2014

Wednesday 17^th December

Sprang awake at 0250hrs.

Angina still bothersome too.

WC.

**Graphic wot I dun to explain the only bit of the dream I could remember**

Again I could remember wanting to remember a dream but could not remember much – only corridors and passages with me being lost with my shopping bags. I’m sure there was much more to the nightmare but… no real memory?

Made a cuppa and started laptop.

No internet connection again, so I restarted the laptop… got message 32Fat is unstable – checking. Or something like that, went through and opened alright with internet connection back on?

WC.

Did some blogging and Facebooking.

Another cuppa and took me medications.

Got myself ready to go out with the intention of going to Derby and feeding the dicky-birds…

However…

Putting me glasses (Spectacles) on and the left lense fell out! It took me an hour to find it. Kept it safe in glasses box with the damaged frame – then spent another hour looking for me old glasses to wear on me journey.

So, rearranged me plans for the day and set off on me walk into town… that turned into a bus ride into town on account of the wet rain like.

Another interesting bus ride it was too.

The single decker bus was crammed with passengers like sardines in a can. There was hardly room to move let alone any seats. And when the poor devils who wanted to get off at stops the poor devils who were stood hanging on for life to the bars had to shuffle off and back on the bus to allow them to get off!

I laughed on about the third time this happened and a woman asked me “If I thought it was funny?” I replied “Well it’s certainly an interesting ride isn’t it?” She was not impressed and grumpft at me.

Ah-well.

When I got off the bus in town and walked down towards the City centre, the view demanded a photo from me.

Most suitable I thought for how I felt at that moment… Sparse, barren, dark, dank, wet and depressed. Tsk!

Hey-ho.

**View of Nottingham Slab Square today**

I pressed on and down into the slab square, where the lights on the Winter-Wonderland Festival showed up brightly in the dark wet weather.

It would have been about 1100hrs I imagine then, but still the light of day did not appear – the gloom won in more than one way to me.

I walked up Friar Lane to the Boots Opticians shop and explained my problem to the lady there.

She took the glasses off of me and said she’s be a few minutes, take a seat. I preferred to stand in case me knees froze up and took a look through the frames on display on the walls.

A few minutes later she returned and explained: As she was taking the spectacles out of the case – one of the nose supports dropped off! Have you any shopping to do?

I’m got to go to the bank?

See you later then.

Thank you.

As I left the shop and wandered down towards the bank I pondered, what next?

In two days I’ve broken a tooth, cut me tongue, the Angina is bad, me dizzy-spells are back, lost me glasses lense and now had to get a new nose thingy replacement?

The dentists next month, my slippers have split, my picker has broken…

As I said before, Hey-ho!.

So I sorted things at the bank and returned to the opticians. Collected me repaired spec’s and made an appointment to 1100hrs in the morning to have me eyes tested.

I was getting more depressed although I couldn’t figure out why as the day went on.

I poddled up into Victoria Centre to the cheapo shop and got another 4 for a pound Lion Bars – fatal again for me wallet that. Because the shop was opposite the HMV shop and I veered across to foolishly look at the DVDs on offer. They had an interesting looking film with Stallone and Schwarzenegger called ‘Escape Plan’ It was in the 2 for a pound display so I got another ‘The Secret Life of Walter Mitty’ with Ben Stiller.

Then I went into Tesco to get some Cream Horns that I’m addicted to… but they didn’t have any…. Sob! Boo!. I asked an assistant and he went to have a look if they had any in stock and came back with a negative answer. But it was nice of someone to try innit?

I should have just left… well I did… but not until I purchased two different cream cakes to take with me – No Willpower at all me! Tsk, huh and blabberpinkles!

**Anti-social Scum-free Street today! Yippee!**

Ashamed of spending too much again, I made my way to the bus-stop and dropped off on Hucknall Road.

Walked up the hill and turned right into my road and it hit me: (Pleasantly) There were no apprentice yobs in view! Perhaps the rain had put them off?

Who knows…

Got in, made a cuppa and updated this Diary.

Tried to watch a DVD… gave up when I kept falling asleep.

Must remember the opticians appointment in the morning!

Inchcock Today Tuesday 2nd December 2014

Tuesday 2^nd November 2014

I woke up around 0300hrs WC – ‘Little Inchy’ swollen and tender but no blood.

Seemed to recall some of a dream I was having and tried to remember some of it.

When I woke again at 0605hrs I couldn’t remember any of it, other than it was interesting, different and worth recording. Blow-it, I really wanted to tell you about it too. Ah well.

The angina was still playing up, the arthritis was not too bad in the knees but bothersome in the hands, the haemorrhoids okay, the ulcer okay and the earache still present but bearable at the time of writing. No dizzies yet, but then it’s early innit?

Went down and made a cuppa, then returned to me sleeping bag and started the laptop to update this Diary of Woe.

Did some Facebooking and checked emails.

Got the stuff ready for the Nottingham Hospice shop and set off on me walk into Sherwood.

Biting wind and cold with it despite the sun shining.

The sky looked rather beautiful. I took a photo of it as I limped along to the shop.

Dropped the bits off and crossed the road and caught a bus into Arnold to get some bits of nosh.

Now after having gone about five bus stops (one eighth of the way) I got off and walked the rest of the way into Arnold. I‘d like to say it was because I felt fit and wanted to get more exercise in than normal… the truth is I’d got on the wrong bus. I know, I know… sad innit!

**Fulton Foods – Heap cheapo bargains!**

I walked along silently muttering to and swearing at myself into the Front Street and called in Iceland. Got some Warburton’s Thins on offer at £1 and iced lollies at the same price.

I came out and noticed two of the famously dangerous mobility scooters coming toward me and I crossed the road sharpishly. ‘Better a coward’ that to get ran-into by one of them again.

I hobbled along to the Fulton’s Store and got some cheapo smoked ham (Very tasty) miss-shapes and some baking spuds.

Feeling uncommonly weary now, I caught the (Correct numbered) bus back to Carrington.

**I saw a deep message in this scene – am I finding an artist side to me nature or summat?**

As I passed St John’s church I took a photo of the wall near the gate, thought the colours and scene was rather beautiful.

The leaves lying dead on the pavement.

The wild flowers, forcing their way into the sunlight in their battle for survival.

The type of thing I would never have noticed years ago.

Got back to the flea-pit.

WC.

Feeling well drained now. Made nosh and I didn’t even start the laptop.

Felt so tired but could I drop off? Not for hours.

Foster Parents needed for Nottingham Boy, can you help?

Nottingham Council’s Adoption Agency

Tuesday 2nd November 2014

Tuesday 2^nd November 2014