Not a good morning at all folks. Woke drowsily at around 0500hrs, felt the tingling and wet in the lower region along with the urge to pass water. Stood up to go to the bathroom and nearly went over when a dizzy spell hit me and Arthur Itis let me know ‘He’s Back!”
‘Little Inchy’ was in a right state, bloodied and still pouring it out! I really was close to pressing my wrist alarm button – but glad I didn’t because, within a few minutes, I managed to cease the flow painfully. (Or so I thought at the time)
Onto the throne and as I evacuated the stomach started grinding and bubbling away, and another dizzy hit me. I thought ‘Ah well, get em out of the road early,’ Huh!
Then Anne Gyna joined in the other ailment. If Inchy goes on like this, I’ll run out of clean undies and jammy bottoms. And I managed to bang me head when I bent down to get the bleach out to clean the blood up in the bathroom. Hehe!
The eyelids felt heavy. I got the kettle on and made a cuppa and took the medications. The guts were still heaving a bit, I thought of what the plans were for the day, maybe better not to go out? I might try a little walk into Sherwood if Little Inchy doesn’t start again now I’ve applied the Daktacort cream and cleaned him. My mind is taking its own route this morning, I’m just tagging along. The oddest feeling that I’m looking at myself doing things rather than controlling myself. Typing this, I’m making more errors and having to amend more than I have ever done?
I’ll have another cup of tea and see how it goes when I try on Facebook. At one stage I thought I was going bonkers, then realised I already was bonkers, Hehe!
I’ll see if Arthur Itis will let me get into the bath later, where I can sort Inchy out and have a good soak, hot water permitting. If I recall correctly, it as last Saturday when the hot water wasn’t hot? Hello, off to the porcelain again, oh I hope things are okay. Back in a bit folks (I hope).
I’m back! And considerably perked up I might add! Why you ask? (Or maybe not like) I’ll tell you; No bleeding from Hem Aroid and only the tiniest bit from Little Inchy, no dizzies now and, it is drizzling rain outside with a hint of mist. Maybe it is because of the improved conditions healthwise, but I saw such beauty in this photo I took from the kitchen window.
Did some Facebooking.
Feeling a bit better now, so I’ll get a bath and do me ablutions then consider going to the Arboretum to see the mallards and if the pond had been refilled yet. Got the seeds and mealworms ready in the bag first.Then on the way back I can drop off BJ’s photographs?
Then on the way back I can drop-off BJ’s photos at his abode? We’ll see.
Getting into and out of the bath was easier than usual. Feeling a bit better, when I set off to catch the L9 bus into town. I got down and realised it was a Saturday and there is no 0930hrs L9 bus running, so I caught the L8 into Sherwood, then a bus to the city.
Glad I did, cause it allowed me to have a nice chinwag with some folk in the bus.
At the bus stop in Sherwood, the queue grew and grew as we waited patiently for a bus to arrive. When it did, it was a single decker and already all the seats had been taken. I was surprised the drive kept letting people cram into the vehicle, I stood in the disabled bay and when it came to my wanting to get off, it was a struggle getting through all the folks standing in the centre aisle, but I bravely persisted and got off on Mansfield Road at the stop for the Nottingham Arboretum.
Crossed the road and in through the gates and through down to The Muggers Bridge. The rain was pelting down now, as I got under the bridge I thought I’d take a photo or two of the underside, but got rather wet from the rain water dripping through the brickwork, I was lucky I didn’t get the camera wet.
As I walked down through the park towards the Duck Pond, I espied a courting couple of mallards on the grass. I struggled to get the umbrella up and tried to take a decent photo from underneath of it.
I pressed on down to the pond area. The Aviaries were all empty today but, there was water back in the pond, although mysteriously no pigeons about, and very few mallards too?
The rain eased to just a few gentle drops and as I got the meal worms to throw to them, Isaw that some clot had thrown a massive amount of sliced bread into the pond and Bankside. Probably a takeaway merchant, judging by the amount of what was obviously full slices loafs of bread all over the place. They will have done this to save on costs and bother of using the dustbins the Council provides.
This is not going to do the ducks any good at all, all this bread will stodge the poor things and as it decays will poison the water. I left the Arboretum feeling a bit sad and angry.
The rain stopped as I was walking into town. I called at Tesco in the Victoria Centre (Mall).
I got some bits and had a window shop session as I left.
I took a hobble through Trinity Square feeling a bit better again then. Took some photographs to post on the TFZ site later.
Caught a naughty driver dropping off his daughter/wife/relative/bit on the side, in the Buses taxis and emergency services only lane. I also noted the rain puddle, waiting for the next bus to splatter the pedestrians as it wades through it. Still, it pleases the drivers, I’ve often noticed the drivers grinning widely through gritted teeth as they do this, bless em. Hehe!
Walked on to the bus stop, no L9’s available, so I caught the 40 bus. That was busy too today. I wondered if something had been taking place that I didn’t know about with so many passengers getting on.
I wondered if something had been taking place that I didn’t know about with so many passengers getting on.
Not that my not knowing about something is rare, of course.
The rain turned heavy again as we moved off from the bus stop.
By the time, it came to my alighting bus stop, I felt I knew the two ladies sat behind me. I picked up much information by simply listening to them chinwagging, one in particular who had a voice level and pitch of a champion town crier: Her daughter had been done for drug distribution, she is having her Benefits cut to £240 a week, but they were still going to pay her rent for her, she was not happy with that at all? She’d bought a new washing machine, she had to top up her ‘Lecy Card’, and the hairdresser on her estate is no good, etc. Hehe! There was lots more that I enjoyed listening to so much, I nearly missed my bus stop!
I got off the bus and waited for a gap in the traffic, getting wetter and wetter in the rain so I could get across the road. I squelched along back to the flat, the water entering my right shoe reminded me I needed a new pair.
Having had no dizzies during my sojourn, it came as no surprise when I got a good one in the lift up to the flat. Frit me a bit that one. When I got in the apartment, I WC’d and put the alarm wristlet on, made a cuppa, took the medications and put me bits away.
Got the fodder going.
Tin of stewed beef, petit pois, oven chips and made a bit of extra gravy so I could soak it up with a couple of slices of the Irish Batch bread, and a dessert tub to follow.
Not bad at all. Rated it at a decent 8.9/10.
Doing the washing up after, another dizzy hit me. I must tell the Nurse at the INR test on Monday no, Tuesday this week.
Fatigue overcame me, not unusual that nowadays. Felt drained. Didn’t do anything much then, TV, nodded off, thought about doing something useful, nodded off, TV, thought about doing something… Tsk! Hehe!
Woke late for me, around 0500hrs – still feeling tired? Recalled bits of the dreams but nothing concrete, just that they were not nice.
Tried to remember things I wanted to do for today, last night; take my number for Norman to use, visit BJ see him or post his photographs through his letter box, get the laundry done and one other thing; but what was it?
Visited the WC, made a cup of tea, took the medications, and still couldn’t recall the other thing. Tsk!
Not in good spirits this morning for some reason? I seemed to have more questions than answers milling about my mind.
Finished the post for yesterday then started this one off.
Got the laundry prepared and in the bag ready.
Had a wash and brush-up, got the change for the laundry room machines and poddled down with some nibbles in my pocket in case I saw anyone.
Got the one washing available machine going, and sat to do the crosswords in the foyer. Some residents came through and out to catch the bus, had a quick gossip with some of them.
Lily came down to sit and wait for her visitor. She asked if I’d got any food for her. (Bless her) I gave her some from my pocket. Being as I was going to have to go up to the toilet anyway, I told her I’d bring her an easter egg down.
She then told me her daughter and son in law visited her yesterday and now she can’t find £120 she had hidden in her wardrobe? Poor Lily, she does get confused with things, but she told me they had stolen from her in the past.
I said if I saw Deana the flats coordinator I’d let her know. Went up and toileted and back down with the Easter Egg for Lily. Met three ladies in the lift, and handed out the last three Kinder bars for them to have among themselves.
Gave Lily her Easter Egg and checked on the washing machine progress. Odd machine this one, the time left was at 20 min when I put it in, then it went up to 40 min, now it was showing 55 mins?
Back up to the WC again. Back down, Gerri the contact lady was in the lobby. I got the very wet clothes out of washing machine and into the dryer.
Told Gerri about the draughts still in the kitchen and she said she’d report it again.
When the dryer had completed its cycle – the clothes were still almost wet, let alone damp! Gerri had a look. Put it back on again, more time lost and expense. Did some crosswords, with the help of Gerri and some residents as they came and went.
After the second cycle on the dryer, the clothes seemed okay. Took them up and into the airing cupboard to make sure. Over three hours the laundry took me, Humph!
No time to get to BJ’s house, so I’ll take them (The photos) in the morning.
Updated this and got some fodder on. Decided on petit-pois, boiled potatoes and crispy battered chicken lumps.
Very nice, rated this one at a decent 8.9/10. Feeling drained a bit now?
Feeling drained a bit now?Went to the bathroom and oh dear;
Took the medications and fell asleep for a bit. Waking up with wetness and a painful tingling sensation from Little Inchy. This reminded me that I’d forgotten to ring the clinic about my missed appointment on Monday. Went to the bathroom to investigate and oh dear; Blood all over the underpants and legs. Hell of a job getting it to stop. Not good, but partly my own fault for missing the session at the clinic.
Felt a bit depressed then, and tried to read my book, but no concentration available.
Got the TV on but spent more time falling asleep and missing stuff, then the wet sensation again from the below, once more to the bathroom, this time, the haemorrhoids joined in with the bleeding, made a right mess of the WC bowl.
Got my head down but struggled to get to sleep. I put the TV back on, and that did it, I was off. But only for an hour or so. Tried reading some of the Sniper autobiography eventually getting off again around 0130hrs, waking up at 0500hrs.Drained, Tsk!
What we old biddies and baldies were watching in 1960
Wednesday 30th March 2016
Woke up around 0400hrs and remembered the dentist appointment but could not recall the time. Sad, I know! So got the laptop on first to check on the Google calendar. 1115hrs.
Then to the WC, no bleeding from Little Inchy, but Hemo Oids was gushing a bit.
Made a cuppa and took the medications, and back to the porcelain for another heavy duty session?.
Cleaned up a bit in the kitchen when I went back to make another cuppa.
Returned and set about doing the graphic above, of the TV 1960 TV programmes.
Finished off the previous diary and then spotted the full pot of medications that I’d not taken yet, so I took them.
Out of the blue, I suddenly started to think of and miss Chrissie.
Whatever kicked off and ingeminated these emotions I’ve no idea. But I was transported for few moments back to the good times and the fun and games we’d enjoyed so very much.
I believed I could smell her at one time while I was looking at her photo on top of the electric fire. Don’t laugh! I thought then, the electric fire is the optimum position to reflect her memories.
Once more to the porcelain, three times know this morning? Best get rid before I get to the dentist, though.
Hello, I’m sneezing again, that reminded me I woke myself up sneezing earlier. The rain started coming again too, now.
Checked the emails, I got one via Streetwise about the starting a new U3A starting nearby.
So I went on their site to find out more:
One a month meetings, Only £20 to pay annually. You can buy a drink at the meetings. These workshops have been designed not just Meetings, Only £20 to pay annually. You can buy a drink at the meetings. These workshops have been designed not just for Committee members but for any U3A member who might be interested in joining a Committee. The workshops home in on the U3A ethos and on helping committees to manage their U3As more effectively. Prospective committee members would gain a useful insight into how committees work from either of the two workshops. The beauty of workshops like this is the opportunity they afford delegates to share experiences by networking with members of other U3As.
Conveniently sited where there is not a bus service to reach it for me.
Conveniently held at the same time as my beloved Woodthorpe Social gathering hour.
Conveniently, I wasn’t interested!
The roundabout walk to the dentist is not a long one, but I thought I’d show this diagram just in case I collapse on the way back like, then you’ll know where to search for the body.
Did some Facebooking then.
Ablutions tended to.
Set off up the gravel path to the park and left down onto Mansfield Road and towards the Dentist.Paid up, before treatment as is usual with this Stalag Dentist establishment. Read my book a bit and was commanded to go upstairs to treatment room two.
Received a phone all from Steve Age UK. Wonderful, after four weeks trying to get in touch with him. He is still finishing with me, but had had a telephone from the solicitors and need me to find the email address of the lawyers. He, to call at the flat later to pick it up?
Got in the dentists and paid up the fee, before treatment as is usual with this Stalag Dentist establishment. Read my book a bit and was commanded to go upstairs to treatment room two.
Where they told me the canal work was not being done today, just a clean and the fillings for the front two bottom teeth. They got the burner going, then filed and cleaned out the bits followed by a filling and further filing.
I noted that they had cleaned out the neon lighting cover since my previous visit. I know this because on my last visit I counted 75 flies and moths and one wasp in it. Today they were down to only 39 flies and moths.
I was told to make an appointment with the Obergruppenfurher receptionist, this I did. As I left the through the door, at the bus stop were two flat residents. So I didn’t walk back after all. I had a chat with them and caught the bus back up the Winchester Street Hill, having a laugh between up as we did.
Got in the flat and WC’d, made a cuppa.
Awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
Started sorting the paperwork folders.
Got the potatoes on the boil.
Deana Walker (Head honcho of the flats) called to do battery check on the alarm. Gave her an Easter egg for her and Julie.
Back to the sorting of the paperwork.
Still awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
Drained the potatoes. WC visit made another cup of tea.
Still awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK.
Received email from the surgery with the latest INR level reading. Down now to 2.2. So that’s 2.9 – 3.4 – 5.6 – 3.8 – 5.7 and now 2.2? Puzzling innit? Ah well!
Made a start on a graphic to use later.
Still awaiting the arrival of Steve from Age UK. (I’m losing heart here) I reckon because he lives close by, he’ll call really late in the day and say he has to rush he’s on his way home! Wanna bet? Cunning chap! Two days to go when I lose his services which he has not been supplying anyway. Bitter? Me?
Well, fancy that he just rang he’s not coming, just wanted the email address for the solicitors. Now I’ve lost interest and faith!
Turned off the laptop and got the fodder dished up.
Pulled pork, potatoes and sticks. yogourt.
Rated this one as 8.9/10.Took medications.
Took medications.
TV’s from then on, feeling a bit down, but the thought of the Winwood Social hour tomorrow kept me going.
Sprung awake from the dream filled sleep around 0340hrs. Horrendous dreams too. No specifics remembered by the time I got around to writing this record of the Inchcock, Nottingham Lads diary, though, just bits: I was all alone and searching for someone… Writing emails on a giant computer, Desert, Iceland, in outer space, down caves, in hospitals, digging up coffins? Felt uncomfortable and uneasy when I sat there thinking of this and looking out through the window, at the dark single starred sky. I soon came out of my stargazing when I stood up, pleased with the lack of objections from Arthur Itis and trod on mineral water plastic bottle I’d used last night to take me medication with, and fell backwards into the chair again, with a thud.
A nice bruise came up at the back of both fibulas within seconds, accompanied by dull aches. Hey-ho, best get the Whoopsiedangleplops out of the way early in the day, I must say. Hehe!
For some reason, this took my mind back to many years ago when I was in the Life Boys and I recalled taking first aid lessons from a Boys Brigade leader who read everything out of a book and could not pronounce Fibula when he read it, it came out as Fibberer. Funny how things spring to mind after so many eons. Haha!
I limped to the porcelain, and struggled painfully, and at great length to perform the required functions (But no bleeding, that was good). Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications.
Into the kitchen, put the kettle on and added a senna tablet to the mornings medications, made a brew and took them.
Pondering in whether I should go to Asda (Walmart) and get the photographs from yesterday’s Social Hour printed off or not, I couldn’t make up my mind – another of those days? Huh!
Got the laptop on to update Thursday’s diary, and start this one off. Checked the emails. Got one from Sister Jane, I can’t go to see them today, they are off for a meal and show later. Jealous me?
Answered the emails and did a bit of Facebooking.
Then decided I would have a walk into Arnold today to get the photographs printed for the Tenants Meeting next Thursday while I could, a busy week medically speaking. Might get to batch bread, desserts and beef chips too.
Got the things ready and had a bath and scrub-up. Drying off, I spotted some bruises on the rib-cage.
I’ve no idea how they came about! Something else for me to remember for when I see Dr. Vindla next.
Scrap to the chute and out to the Community Hut – no one there and I remembered it was Good Friday, Tsk!
Had a good laugh with some residents at the bus-stop and they all got on the L8, I waited for the L9 that would take me into Arnold.
I was wondering what else I would forget today as I approached the Post Office in Arnold to get the letter weighed and paid for – Huh! Still Good Friday isn’t it? They were closed of course!
I met a fellow tenant (Frank) as I walked towards the Fulton Food Store. Had a gossip with him. He warned me of the weather forecast for the weekend – High winds and rain! OH heck!
I moved on and spent too much again, it’s because they have such good prices yer know? Got two packets on Gammon steaks for a quid each, a box of two lamb shanks and some cheap Chocolate Easter bunnies to give out as nibbles.
Moved up to Asda and went to the photograph section. Started going through the process on the copier machine, but an assistant had to come to clarify things for me. I still managed to get them with borders on and in a larger size than I wanted. Humph! Still all 14 cost only £5.60. I paid the lady, got my receipt and did some shopping – spending far too much again! Grumph!
11 pots of various desserts, two small packs of Irish Batch bread, some beef flavoured potato sticks and was soon out in the sunshine.
It was not very warm it, though, despite the glorious looking sunshine and almost free of clouds sky.
I hobbled around for a while then made my way to the catch the L9 bus back to the flats.
As I approached the shelter, I observed that the dilapidated old bench seat had lost another slat from the seating on it.
The mould growth on the wood had increased since my visit last week, and particular aroma, not unlike stale mackerel had developed?
A bit further on after I’d arrived at the bus-shelter a lady tenant came to catch the same bus.
It was the lady who was giving me the threatening dagger looks at the Social Hour yesterday as I took the photographs.
I smiled and asked if she was alright and had gotten everything she needed. It was reassuring when she told me she’s also forgotten in was a Bank Holiday and had called at her bank to find it closed. She added a warning about the coming gales and heavy rain.
Yet it looked so beautiful at that moment.
We got on the bus and she made a point of not sitting near me and offering a few of her Ena Sharples scowls en route back to Woodthorpe Court.
Scared? Me?
On the way, I took a photographicalisation of some terrace houses on the Main Road in Arnold, through the bus window.
I thought they might look quaint to the TFZers from America, Canada and Australia, so I’ll post it for them on their Facebook page later.
I think they were built for the miners originally.
Now there’s a sad thing: The last deep mine in the UK has recently closed!
A Euro Joke I came across here. Not a good one either, but it had a twinge of some heartfelt sincerity in it that I appreciated about it!
A farmer named Sam was overseeing his animals in a remote hilly pasture in Hereford when suddenly, a brand-new BMW advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni® suit, Gucci® shoes, RayBan® sunglasses and YSL® tie leaned out the window and asked the farmer, “If I tell you how many cows and calves you have in your herd, you’ll give me a calf?” Sam looks at the man, who obviously is a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing animals and calmly answers, “Sure, why not?”
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell® notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3® cell phone and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop® and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany … Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot® that the image has been processed and the data stored.
He then accesses an MS-SQL® Database through an ODBC connected Excel® spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry® and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet® printer, turns to the Farmer and says, “You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves.”
“That’s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,” says Sam.
He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
Then Sam says to the young man, “Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?”
The young man thinks about it for a second and then says:
“Okay, why not?”
“You’re a Member of the European Parliament”, says Sam.
“Wow! That’s correct,” says the yuppie, “but how did you guess that?”
“No guessing required” answered Sam:
“You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of pounds worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don’t know a thing about how working people make a living – or about cows, for that matter.
This is a flock of sheep! Now give me back my dog!
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Monday 14 March 2016
0340hrs: I stirred into semi-life, and visited the throne. I had to clear up some spots of blood I’d missed from last night’s bath when ‘Little Inchy’s lesion cracked open.
It was beautiful and warm in the bathroom; I’d left the heater on for over 15 hours! Humph!
After cleaning up the haemoglobin, I was positively cold and shivered when I came out. I put the kitchen towelling in the Medical Disposal Bag.
No INR test today, but I’ll see if I can get to contact the clinic about ‘Little Inchies’ tantrums to get an appointment.
Made a cuppa, took the medications and got the laptop on. Then went to add the fodder photo to finish off Sunday’s Dairy, and found I couldn’t find it anywhere? Worra plonker! After searching for it for a while, I gave up. ‘?’
Very annoyed with me, and a little confused as to how I could have lost it, I started to do this one.
However, the lamb shank with minted gravy garden peas and oven chips, followed by the orange and lemon dessert was a decent 9.54/10 rating as I remember.
Back to the bathroom in response to Little Inchy feeling warm and wet, oh dear. No problems, though, it might be that I’m losing it or imagining things? I could sense the rumbling innards starting up.
I’m certainly not in a very good mental state this morning. Losing yesterday’s diary and not knowing why, how, or where, might be getting to me?
Did a bit of Facebooking. Has it turned out, a lot of Facebooking?
It was getting a bit nippy, but could I find my grey bobble-hat I went to sleep wearing? No! Another mystery raises its head! I wondered what the third disappearance would be and when it would arrive? Humph!
I washed the empty tablet box’s and lids. I did them in the sink.
Of course, this mixed up the lids and pots, and I discovered here is a variation in sizes so some covers would fit and some not. Humph!
So I added getting some new pots to my ‘To-do’ list.
To-D0 1: Call in at Cabin and give bits to Deana and Julie
To-D0 2: Call in see BJ on way to Carrington
To-D0 3: Call into Lidl and get some Frikadellens
To-D0 4: Call at the doctors on walk into town, make an appointment
To-D0 5: Call at Chemist and get prescriptions
To-D0 6: Feed and photograph the vast selection of ducks in the Arboretum pond.
To-D0 7:Call in Jessops, get earthworms for the ducks.
To-D0 8: Call in HMV to get DVD ‘Went the Day Well.
To-D0 9: Call in Tesco and treat me to some fresh cream French Horns. (Haven’t had any for four weeks now)
To-D0 10: Call in the Pound Shop and get some more mini-pots for the medications.
To-D0 11: Call in the Victoria Market, Alladin’s Cave and get a decent tin opener.
Got a good scrub-up, and got the treats for the support staff to drop off on the way out. Dropped off the rubbish bags down the waste chute on the way to the lift.
Called in at the Community Hut. No one was in. (FAILED To-D0 1: Call in at Cabin and give bits to Deana and Julie)
Plodded on down the hill into Sherwood. Noticed the houses being built were now advertising for bricklayers.
Crossed over the road and went to BJ’s house, knocked on the door, no answer. (FAILED To-D0 2: Call in see BJ on way to Carrington)
Up the hill into Carrington, hassle with Pavement Cyclist, who drove back to the road, waving their arms of the handlebars and waving high, while whooping?
Drunk? They were indeed using some bad language!
Naughty Boys!
I carried on up the hill.
Amazed with how well I’m doing here.
No bother from the legs or chest at all. It’s like being a different person some days!
Jeckel and Hyde? But Roger Reflux mixed in there somewhere. Hehe!
Up and over the hill, down towards Carrington, and yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came belting passed me from behind, and narrowly missed clouting me. The rascally scallywag!
Onwards and managed to pass by the surgery on the opposite side of the road and thus forgot to call in the place to make an appointment. Huh! (FAILED: To-D0 4: Call at the doctors on walk into town, make an appointment)
I called into Lidl, but they didn’t have any Frikadellens in stock. (FAILED: To-D0 3: Call into Lidl and get some Frikadellens)
Called into the Chemist to get the prescriptions, but they will not be ready until Monday. FAILED: To-D0 5: Call at Chemist and get prescriptions
As I passed the South Notts College, yet again a Nottingham Cyclist nearly had me over, this time from a frontal attack.
I turned and fumbled to get my camera out of me pocket, took the photo and shouted out a single word to the illegal cyclist. He turned and laughed then ignored me – The wicked boy!
I pressed on and started to walk through the Forest Recreation site, and up the hill to the top en route to the Nottingham Arboretum.
I spotted some crocus forcing their way through on the grass verge. Nature is amazing; I just wish I’d appreciated years ago.
On the walk up the long steep hill, it turned into a hobble; the feet began to sting, the knees to hurt, and I was struggling for breath.
The wind grew stronger and the temperature began to fall.
But I was not unhappy in the cold sunshine because the ailments were not as bad as they have been the last two days or so, and I began to whistle when I reached the summit and regained my breath.
I crossed the road and down to the top entrance of the Arboretum and felt so happy when I entered.
I loved the flowers fighting for life and looked forward to getting to the bottom of the hill and fussing over the Ducks in the pond and birds in their cages.
Suddenly, despite the few pains, I found myself singing again. Frankie Vaughan, Rick Nelson, Adam Faith, Cliff Richard and Billy Fury songs, and the Shadows tunes hummed from my lips as I happily wandered around the unkempt bushes and wildlife. A happy Nottingham pensioner.
Unfortunately (I should have expected something to bring me down, but didn’t think it would be so quick in coming!) I found that the pond had been drained!
Why or what for I don’t know, couldn’t find anything about this on the web when I got home?
Disappointed is too mild a word to tell how I felt! Instead of the six variations of ducks and geese in great numbers, there were just a few mallards fighting each other for the one bit of water left in a hole about 2ft x 10″.
The poor things rushed over to me when I threw some earthworms and seed to onto the waterless brick bottom of the pond. The pigeons joined in the meal, and I was worried about the missing ducks? Had they moved to water elsewhere? I asked a chap working there, but he had no interest, he just replied: ” I dunno!”FAILED: To-D0 6: Feed and photograph the vast selection of ducks in the Arboretum pond.
I spent an hour or so with the ducks and felt very low when I left them and moved on towards town.
As I walked through the Trent College compound and sprawling student residences on my way into town, a young couple overtook me and the girl had a jumper on with “Plug and Play” on the back near her bottom quarters? I’m confused, can anyone explain to me, please?
I made my way to Pound World to get some of the pots for my medications. (FAILED: To-D0 10: Call in the Pound Shop and get some more mini-pots for the drugs)
I crossed the front of Clinton Street and was so glad I didn’t have to fight my way down that way today.
Call in the Pound Shop there. (FAILED: To-D0 10: Call in the Pound Shop and get some more mini-pots for the medications again)
Then crossed over the walkway into the Victoria Centre. Called in Jessops to get some replacement earthworms. They had none in stock! (FAILED: To-D0 7: Call in Jessops, get earthworms for the ducks)
I moved along to the other end of the mall, down the escalator towards Tesco, where I hoped the fresh cream French Horns would be waiting for me in their fridges.
For I needed cheering up after seeing the plight of the poor ducks in the arboretum.
Blow me down with a feather duster! They had sold out! (FAILED: To-D0 9: Call in Tesco and treat me to some fresh cream French Horns)
Popped in the HMV shop, guess what? (FAILED: To-D0 8: Call in HMV to get DVD ‘Went the Day Well’!
I think I’d failed on every To-do, apart from getting the strong tin-opener from Aladdin’s Cave in the Market. I hobbled back and called in the Cave… yes, you might have guessed it. (FAILED: To-D0 11: Call in the Victoria Market, Alladin’s Cave and get a decent tin opener)! They only had the type I’d bought in the past and they have all failed or broken!
What with the poor ducks and failing on every To-do on my list, I was feeling down now. Then I walked over the walkway out of the centre and saw this site. A paramedic pulled onto the pavement when responding to an obviously serious call, and knocked a bloke over!
I called at a Nottingham Post cabin to get a paper, and there was no one in it?I had no change so couldn’t leave the money and take a paper
I had no change so couldn’t leave the money and take a paper.
And to think how well the day started – Humph, Tsk and Huh!
I got to the L9 bus stop and caught the thing back to the flats, not in good spirits now, at all.
Met a fellow tenant (Frank) in the lifts, had a quick natter. To the flat and used the throne, found ‘Little Inchy’ was bleeding, but I wasn’t surprised, the way today had deteriorated.
Found a bill had been delivered from the Electricity, fancy that.
One thing that perked me up was the view from the kitchen window.
Bootiful!
My feet were burning and painful.
I made a cuppa and found two meat-flies had appeared in the kitchen.
‘Little Inchy’ started leaking again, back to the bathroom and painfully cleaned and applied the Dakacort cream yet again.I found
I found the grey bob-cap I couldn’t find this morning, it was laying in full view on top of the battery radio? Little consolation for the feeling I had for the poor ducks, my failure to do one of the To-Dos on my list, and the pain Anne Gyna was now giving me.
Already passed my bedtime, I put the laptop on to update this sad tale, and got some nosh in the oven, A meat pie, roasting veg and if I remember, I’ll put some Irish potato cakes in later.
Amazing how one can go from singing away to gloom and despondency so quickly. And I must not oversleep in the morning, the Morrisons delivery is coming twixt 0630>0730 hours.
Oh ‘eck, the backs starting now.
The nosh came out alright, I remembered to put the potato cakes in.
Rated it at 8.9/10.Far too late in the night
Far too late in the night for me, I got sat in the 1959 imitation leather armchair with the broken arms. After several attempts at watching the TV, I drifted off.
Woke a few times despite being so tired, and the poor ducks plight came back to me.
0350hrs, I stirred to semi-life and lay thinking of the dreams I’d had. Not nice ones, as usual, I was being chased again. This time through corridors in a brand new office complex, up and down the stairs through many floors. The lifts all had the same sign on them; “Cost: A trip up 5p per floor, down £1m per floor – Credit card payment accepted on Wednesdays only”? I had cleaning tackle all over me, brush, dustpan, dusters and a bottle of Morrison’s bleach in my pocket? A round shaped feather duster on my shoes? There were probably more, but that is what I could recall. Those pursuing me were all dressed formerly in suits with brightly coloured ties and a mobile phone in their hands? As each one caught me up, they just laughed poked me in the eye, then ran away? I wish I knew a dream analyser
I wish I knew a dream analyser or reader. Humph! Perhaps not, though?
As I attempted to encourage the mass that was my body to move. I trod on the headphones; that were at the end of them then! Good start, Tsk!
Got to the WC, ‘Little Inchy’ needed decoking, cleaning and creamed to stop him bleeding again. I’m bit bothered with this.,
Arthur Itis, Roger Reflux and the back were not too bad at all, but Anne Gyna was giving some elbow.,
Made a cuppa and took the medications, got the laptop on. Yesterday, I emailed the surgery to make an appointment for the next INR blood test for the date on the result sheet from the previous one, for the morning of Mon 21st March. I felt confident that with them giving me a week free, and the date so far away, that I would easily get a morning appointment. Their return email arrived. They gave me one for 1300hrs! Swines! They know that I fade early in the day nowadays too! I think they are going off me yer know? The nurse makes a mess of my last blood test, they tell me to see the chemist about when the following medications are due, and now can’t fit me in for a morning appointment and they have two weeks notice? Swines! Dummkopfs!
Still, it doesn’t bother me in the least.
Then I got the Diary for Thursday finished and posted, and started this one off.
Had a bash on Facebook. Then got carried away a bit doing graphics for a later post. (Three hours, Tsk!)
As I got ready to my ablutions, I noticed the fog was lifting now.
Carried out my decontamination procedures with the following results:
Taking off my clothes and putting them in the laundry bag, banged left knee on WC porcelain.
Getting into the tub, nearly had a Whoopsiedangleplop.
Bathing ‘Little Inchy’, the blood flowed. Managed to stop it.
Getting out of the bath, oh the pain! Cramps had started. Tsk!
Drying ‘Little Inchy’ ready for creaming, the sore started leaking again! Huh!
Got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, my shopping bag, wrapped up well and set off on a little walk through Woodthorpe Grange Park and into Sherwood. Threw my rubbish bags down the waste chute, got to the lifts, and went back to get my hearing aid in. Humph!
Down and out up the gravel hill to the park.
The beauty of the skyline did impress me enough to take a photograph of it.
All the fog had cleared, and it was getting warmer I thought. Odd that for so late on in the day?
On the walk down the path to Mansfield Road, I espied a wood-pigeon high in the leafless trees.
Took a photograph of that too – but this time, I found out later, it had been taken in mono?
I suppose I did something wrong, caught a button or something? Not that it mattered, ’cause it was a horrible effort!
Onward up the hill and over into Sherwood, where I tried out the camera again.
Suddenly I realised that the bird one was not in mono, the grey sky and dark tree branches?
I called into the Co-op store and got a potato for baking and a lamb and potato ready meal. Then down to he Hospice shop, gave them the books and DVD’s and bought yet another Morecome & Wise book from them.
As I was checking the bus times and decided to walk back, a Git of a Pavement Cyclist nearly had me… Grrr!
Wondered back to and through Woodthorpe Grange Park, and a lot more people were using it now, I stood while and watched the dogs taking their owner for a walk. Hehe!
Low and behold, another damned Footpath cyclist nearly had me here, too! Then he swerved between some other people and I could see they were not impressed as they shook their fists at him as they gave him some verbal advice.
Good for them!
We ought to form a Vigilante group with mini-stingers!
On the way down the gravel footpath to the flats, it seems there had been something going on animal-wise. A load of white feathers or down were near the bench, which was not there when I went up the path earlier?
Back to the flat and I remembered I had to do a wrist alarm battery check with Nottingham City Homes Response place.
So I did; The line was engaged! Huh!
Got the laptop on, and Grammarly had stopped working. I exited WordPress and opened it again, no luck, still no Grammarly. So I closed and opened Google, then WordPress, no Grammarly access? Pee’d off now, I tried restarting the laptop and into Google, then WordPress, and it started working again. Flibblewoksticks!
Got the nosh cooking, and caught up with this diary.
The fodder came out alright, Lamb hotpot with extra gravy, potato farls, beetroot and some nicely and well done roasted vegetables.
A pot of dessert I was going to have with it, I found in the morning unopened at the side of my broken 1959 imitation leather armchair.
Huh!
I rated this one at 9.45/10.TV – book
Did the washing up and I watched Heartbeat on the TV, tried to read my book, but couldn’t keep awake.
Woke very late, gone 0430hrs. No signs of any dizzy thankfully. Arthur, Gyna, Hem Arroids and the ulcer were all in a good mood, only Roger Reflux was giving me any real hassle this morning.
No signs of any dizzy thankfully. Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, Hem Arroids and the Duo Denal were all in a good mood, only Roger Reflux was giving me any real hassle this morning. And, no blood from Little Inchy either!
Remembered the Winwood Social Hut Meeting was on at ten o’clock (Looking forward to this!).
Noticed the large bag of washing, still awaiting my attentions. I must see if any machines are free after the ‘Social Hour’.
Got the laptop on. Made a cuppa and took the medications.
Out of Nicorandil, but the regular statins and beta-blockers were there. I must get to the GP surgery to try and get a prescription sorted.I know, I’ll email them now asking for one and check when this months dollop of medications will be ready for me to collect. Hang on a second
I know, I’ll email them now and ask for one and check when this months dollop of medications will be ready for me to collect. Hang on for a second, please. Got it done and sent via email.
Got the nibbles and gifts ready in the bag for the meeting.
Finished Wednesday’s Inchcock Today, and started this one off, then I had another session of starting the next ‘It’s Been a Funny Old Life’ Part 6.
I only got as far as doing some graphicalisationing, the header and some smudges ready to use later on, though. Had to get the ablutions done so as not to be late for the Social session.
Did the teggies, shaved, used the throne then got into the luxuriously doctored bath. When I around to sorting ‘Little Inchy’ out; Oh dear! The blood flowed and flowed, hell of a job stopping it. Used the Betamethasone cream, but it was ages before it stopped leaking the red stuff.
I must tell the GP about this and get another appointment at the GUM Clinic sorted out.
Then, as I was cleaning the bath after my scrub up and little soak, I noticed the bruising on the right arm where the Obergruppenfurher Nurse had used another vein after so long using the same one without any bother.
Also, a mystery burn mark on the back of the hand?
Confused about that one I am!
Off down to the Windwood Hut, not so many folks there this morning, but we all had fun and laugh. Gave the organisers some prizes for the raffle. Eddy, the 93-year-old chap we all love was absent, he’s had to go the doctors go for an inoculation. I won a mini-bag of Marshmallows, my hearing aid batteries both packed up and BJ arrived late (Fany that!).
I tried to use the Instax mini camera, but it would not work for some unfathomable reason. Tsk!
I gave some of the girls a small Smarties Easter Egg and I was tickled pink when they all said they liked them.
BJ reminded me he was lifting me to the Carpet place in Arnold after the gathering. He also offered to lift the 82-year-old lady we sit at the same table with, who was sat on his right today in this photograph. That was jolly nice of him!
I left a few minutes early so I could get to the flat and put some new hearing aid batteries in.
I met BJ at the car park and then collected the lady from Winchester Court. Dropped her off on Mapperley top, and carried on to the carpet place. I got one for £20, no plain coloured ones available again.
BJ offered to lift me to Asda, also in Arnold so I ould get some bread.
We arrived in Asda car park, and BJ checked his tyre pressures while I went in the store. Where I got carried away once more; Got TV magazine, Irish Batch bread, Irish potato thins, several desserts including Lemon Sundae, Strawberry and Raspberry desserts and a ready meal of Lamb and Colcannon mash.
BJ ran me back to the flats, loaded me up with the bags and roll of carpet and departed, saying he might come again next week. I hope he does, cause the old dears like him now.
As I entered, I saw one of the washing machines was free; So I nipped up and put the things away, got the washing and accoutrements and went back down and got the washer going.
Then started to read my book. Lilly turned up, and luckily I’d got some chocolate coins in my pocket to give her, she expects some nibbles when she sees me now, in fact, she demands them, bless her cotton socks!
I moved the clobber into the dryer and went back up and started to update this diary somewhat, and titivated some of the graphics to use later.
Went down and the dryer had finished, packed the clothes into the bag and back up to number 72.
Did some more of this diary, but was feeling fatigued as usual. So I got today’s last of the lamb chops in the oven, to slowly cook through.
Put the baked beans in the saucepan ready. The Irish Batch bread at hand, to dip into the sauce and beans.
Just hope I stay awake long enough now. Hehe!
Did some Facebooking.
Finally, the fodder was ready. A simple fayre for a pure fool.
Baked beans, lamb chops, Irish Batch bread followed with a very lip-smackingly sweet Honey flavoured yoghourt.
The lamb chops, well, at least, one of them, was 70% bone – but what meat there was, was so tasty! The excessive amount of bone kept the rating down to an 8.9/10.
A Whoopsiedangleplop followed, well I say, Whoopsidangleplop. More a minor hiatus. I was looking at a terribly poorly made produced and performed DVD film. So bad, I decided to throw it away afterwards. It was an insult to prisoners in the concentration camps.
I watched some TV, and when I cleared up and took the rubbish bags and threw them down the chute and returned to the flat – I realised I’d thrown away the wrong DVD. James Bond and Miss Moneypenny had bit the dust! Hehe!
Got me head down, well I fell asleep watching Law & Order.
Well well, fancy that now, I woke up in agony, but not with the right legs torn muscle that was not too bad at all, then again I hadn’t started walking about yet had I? But with the bad reflux valve! I think I’ve said this before, but if anyone opens a book on what I’ll snuff it from, put yer dosh on the Reflux Valve.
Recalled a bit of a dream I’d had from what kipping I got in. Lynton Cox, a good friend and cyber buddy, was leant over me, and he was taking bits out from my open stomach as I lay on what looked like a dentist’s chair. Each time he removed a piece of flesh, tubing or other meat, he would ‘Tut’ and explain to me why I had been put together wrongly? Then he threw it at the dart board on the wall? He was very accurate too, they all landed on the piece of innards extracted before over the Bull! I vaguely recall something about being crammed into a giant test tube? That’s all I remember.
0300hrs I got up and to the porcelain, no big hiatus this morning. Little Inchy bleeding just a bit, the piles the same. However the putrid emissions of wind were lengthy, and even a slight little ‘plop’ escaping caused concern at the stink it created. Phoo! I imagined the headline: “286 pensioners found dead in their apartment building, the 287th survived…” Hehe!
Made a cuppa had a banana and took the medications.
Started the laptop and loaded CorelDraw… well, I tried to!
Whoopsiedangleplop number one of the day!
Of course, it loaded then – but with the changes I had I’d made trying to get it to load, I had to spend hours doing the initial set-up again, because it loaded as if it was the first time it had been installed! All my options and customisation’s had to be reset! What a picklement!
Hey-ho; I’m just so glad it came back on. Although thoroughly bamboozled as to why it didn’t load in the first place, and why the McAffee thingy didn’t let me know there was a problem?
Made another cuppa and got on with doing the graphicalisation on the top left of this page.
Then I finished the Lynton graphic off.
I thought I might use it as a Caption Competition?
Then did some Facebooking.
It seemed like the computer foul-up had cost me nearly the whole day.
Although I had done nowt physical at all, I felt suddenly drained!
Set to work creating my dinner.
Beef pasty, green beans, boiled potatoes, beetroot, bread cake, and sweet potatoes and made some thick tasty gravy. n
Followed by a banana and lemon cheesecake.n
Rated this one 9.6/10. By gum I enjoy it!
Watched a Frost DVD, fell asleep. Woke up, put the TV on, fell asleep.n
Woke up with an open tub of sweets at my side?
Little Inchy bleeding again. Cleaned him up, de-matted him and ointmentationalised him.
So I stumbled to the bathroom, to find sadly that Little Inchy had been bleeding again, the haemorrhoids flowing as well; and then remembered Jane and Pete were calling later. So I made a cuppa and got on with finishing my diary off and starting this one, so I would have time to get myself ready for their inspection… I mean visit… or do I? Hehe!
I know I will not be able to make the place or myself acceptable to their standards, but I feel should make the effort. Pete said yesterday he’d try to get the radio programmed and the binoculars set up for me, so that will divert their criticalisationing instincts and attentions I hope.
Laptop on and made a start.
After an hour or two, I made a start cleaning and titivating the flat; as quietly as I could so as not to disturb the neighbours.
I did the kitchen floor with some expensive straight-to-the-floor cleaner, using a large micro fiber cloth. Much better results than using the mop. But getting up and down to and from the ground level was a bit of a bother of course.
Having said that, the Arthritis is kind to me at the moment.
Nipped into the bathroom for what must have been my fourth visit up to now. Tsk!
Then as I was sweeping the hall, I noticed many letters had been posted. Bearing in mind, this was about 0555hrs? I suppose they must have been delivered yesterday, and I didn’t notice them?
This gives me some time to fret over the weekend until Monday when I can get to see them about it at their offices – again! Humph!
After getting notification of me being in rent arrears last month; I went down to see them. They changed the payment and assured me not to worry, all would be okay. Humph!
Must get to see them again. Might have time on Monday after my INR Warfarin blood-level test? Won’t have time today because of Jane and Pete’s apartment inspection taking place.
When I was doctoring this photo I took, of the mail, I came across a picture of yesterday’s satisfying meal, that I couldn’t find when I first looked for it yesterday? Damned poltergeist!
It was the best I’d enjoyed since being in the flat. Baked potatoes, potato farls, beetroot, and traditional Polish Frankfurters. Thinking about it, I’ll give Taste rating of 9.69/10.
Enjoyed a good scrub-up, and then did some graphicalisationing. Created a decent graphic to go along with my Ode about life, entitled ‘I get so excited!’.
Then got to work sorting the paperwork out and into the two file boxes.
Jane rang, she will not be coming to inspect the apartment now. She’s got a sore throat and sounded unwell the poor thing. Spoke to Pete, he will be coming up on his own.
Finished the sorting out and made a cuppa, realised I’d actually taken me medications. Humph! So, I just took the beta-bock, blood release, angina and reflux tablets.
It’s been raining since I got up at 0400hrs. I sorted and took down the bags of rubbish and recycle one to outside the caretakers door, as they were too big to get into the shoot. Met a couple of tenants and had a little chin-wag.
Pete arrived, and we had a good natter, and he programmed the battery radio for me. Then he set up the binoculars, so I had got them at the optimum settings.Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
I walked him down to his car, thanked him and wished Jane all the best with her horrible severe sufferings.
Got the laundry ready and went down and got it loaded into a machine in the laundry room. Nipped out to the community shed and handed the letter that’s arrived for the flats previous tenant Margaret.
Returned to the lobby and did my crosswords while I was waiting for the washer to finish.
Has a couple of little gossips to some tenants as they passed in or out of the building.
Got the washing transferred to the drying machine, and nipped up to the flat and updated this diary.
Down and collected the washing laundry room.
Back up to the flat and put the togs away.
The last N9 bus to Arnold was due at 1437hrs. I decided to catch it and go to Sainsburys and get some bread, potatoes and er… what was the other thing? I know there were three things… I suppose I’ll remember it when I get there and have a look around? Tsk!
Had a quick bath and I readied things then set off to catch the bus. I was the sole person waiting for it.
Dropped off at the Sainsbury store and had a wander round for ages.
Then strolled (Limped), into Arnold and popped into the Iceland store to get some Weight Watchers mini pots of ice cream and beef slices in puff pastry.
I ended up getting more than initially planned of course. Tsk!
Timed it to get to the bus stop after consulting the timetable I had with me. The last bus back was due according to the leaflet, at eleven minutes past the hour. I arrived lugging me bags at Ten to the hour.
The need for the usage of porcelain was growing in urgency.
The rain had stopped at last, but I fear the L9 buses had too!
I waited as all the other buses passing by picked up other passengers, and soon it was 20 minutes past the hour, no L9 bus.
So I caught another one and dropped off in Sherwood.
It was getting a bit dark quickly now as I walked up the hill towards the Woodthorpe Grange Park.
As I entered the broken iron gates into the park, the sky was so beautiful.
The moon appearing in haste, and the multi-coloured streaks of reds, purples, blues, etc. along with the darkening overall looked incredible.
I tried to capture it in this photo, but it didn’t come out very well.
I suppose my haste to get to the porcelain might have cocked-up my focussing?
Somehow, I painfully managed to get to the flat’s bathroom and the pain that awaited me. Hehe!
Got some fodder, took the medications and sat musing on things for a good while;
The rent arrears and how to get them sorted
My making Pete a cuppa and forgetting to give it to him
My buying unneeded nosh and overspending again
The constipation
The damned solicitors delaying the house sale
My weight and belly increasing in volume and girth
The lost lottery ticket?
And why did I just pass wind that will probably affect tenants three floors up and down?
I got the TV paper and took a look at what was on offer. Some good stuff from eight until eleven.
I watched them in hundreds of episodes between my periods of nodding off, then needing the porcelain again around 1200hrs.
Felt a bit odd as I drifted off to the land of nod.
When I awoke at 0400hrs, it was with the pleasurable sensation of far less pain from Arthur Itis and Anne Gina. But bother from the reflux valve. A good start I thought.
To the porcelain throne – for a long time too! The constipation was worse than yesterday, and it caused much bleeding of the haemorrhoids too!
I made a cuppa and took the morning medications, then pondered a while; It’s odd how my ailments come and go.
Yesterday I couldn’t bend down without too much pain – Today I can get up and down without excess pain?
Anne Gina was almost too much yesterday, this morning she’s being kind to me?
I’ve had two or three days with the duodenal ulcer giving me agony – today, I feel no bother at all?
The Hernia has been so kind to me for weeks, today he starts off again?
The water retention in my legs and feet has suddenly started to go down a bit at last, but why? The problem with this is, of course, now the urine evacuations are larger, more frequent and a bit painful. Oh, and they are a good bit more urgent as well!
The Reflux Valve is changing all the time, several times a day – sometimes I can hardlybreathe others I forget the problem is there? I think this ailment will be the one that gets me in the end. I’d have a bet on it being so, but don’t see the point. Hehe!
The ticker replacement is doing well mind, no apparent problems at all there.
Little Inchy and his lesion are at last (I hope) beginning to disappear! No blood last night, and none today so far. The clinic did me proud with their treatment procedure and I thank them from the bottom of my heart.
After having the rumbling innards and diarrhea for weeks, the none day of normality, suddenly I get it replaced with painful Constipation instead? Tsk!
I thought I’d try to get out and about today, try to get some decent photographing done. I might call at the Arboretum to see if I can catch any wildlife or floral stuff?
I started the laptop and finished Wednesdays diary off and got it posted.
Then I put the kettle on to make another cuppa and noticed some emergency vehicle lights flashing in the distance through the kitchen window.
Started this diary off to here, and then did some Facebooking and WordPressing.
I was working away on me graphicationalisationing, and thought I’d give Jane and Pete a ring, seconds later Pete rang me!
They’re coming on their first view of the flat tomorrow around 1100hrs.
Why do I get the memory of the words “By your Beds!” come back to mind?
Finished off a graphic and posted it to WordPress.
