Inchcock – Tue 13 Nov 2018:


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Tuesday 13th November 2018

Welsh: Dydd Mawrth 13 Tachwedd 2018

2245hrs: I woke with the mind full of a confused, farraginous mixture of unrelated things, thoughts, and fears. As these annoying worries permeated the brain, somehow or other the jumble cleared.

To be replaced with the sudden recollection that I had not taken last nights medications!

So, to be sure of this, I disentangled my worryingly ischemia looking torso with its humungous belly attached, from the £300 second-hand recliner. I made a toe-stubbing and Dizzy Spell free hobble to the kitchen and inspected the dosage pots.

Had to have a wee-wee en route. Noting, that the damned Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles were back again!

Off to the kitchen, finding that the brain was right; I had not taken last nights medications. I then took last night’s as well as this morning, at the same time, together… Hehe! Taking care, not to duplicate the Trental blood release tablets, Codeine, and Beta-blockers of course.

Then, on to an Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetle patrol. The results were disappointing, to say the least. Apparently, a Counter Attack had been in progress!

The wet room revealed so many of the little, minuscule baby-weevils, it was impossible to count them all. Grumph! They were spread thinly over most of the floor, with a few that had somehow got up to the sink and had fallen in, or gone for a swim… Hehehe!, in the caustic soda water where the medical cloths were soaking. I finished off one of the Sanmex Bug Killer Sprays.

Then off to inspect the spare room. Well, what a revelation there, too! There were adults and tiny young Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles, actually inside an unopened pack of three kitchen towels! All dead I thought, they must be… But no! When I part opened the package, many of them scattered. I adopted my “Brutal-Killer-Mode!” Out came the can of ‘Raid Bug Killer’ and I used it all up, then fetched another Sanmex spray from my arsenal draw in the front room, and used up half of that on the illegal immigrant, alien Weevils! I was soon coughing with the spray use, myself!

I moved on to check the unwanted light and view-limiting new window ledge, where I usually find a few dead ones from my previous bug-spraying mission.

I had about ten or so near the right holes in the newly installed ledge, this time I found just the one live one. I’ve Christened this Weevil, Usain Bolt, because of the speed with which he shot away! I’ll get him one day. Haha! The kitchen Weevil-Reconnoitre showed up only dead baby Curculionoidea, around ten or twelve of them.

By the time I’d finished countering the resurgent Weevil attack, and coughing a lot, I’d used up two what were full cans of spray. On Sanmex and one Rentokil!

I guess anyone could tell which was my recycling bag? Hehe!

Wiped the overspray areas that I knew of, then I washed the hands and got on with the belated Health Checks.

A bit concerning to me, the Sys and Dia on the way back up again. I’ll mention this to the nurse later at the INR Warfarin blood test.

I got on with completing yesterdays diary. This took me ages, as my falling asleep so soon on Monday prevented me doing any work on it then. All done, I posted it off to WordPress and then went on their Reader section. Some good stuff on there this visit.

I went on Facebooking to add to my picture albums. Visited the TFZer site. Hours later I finished on TFZing.

Mug of tea and a few (Honestly, only a few) Scottish Shorties biscuits.

Off for a short-sharp-wee-wee.

More damned Evil ironclad Boll-Weevil black biting beetles found on the cloth that was drying! Oy GevaltWill I survive the bug spray overspill long enough for me to see an end to them?

The morning skies hue had changed dramatically, and I just had to photographicalise the view from the window. Gorgeous!

Ablutions were tended to, and the medicationalisationings were also done.

I took the black bags to the waste chute.

Readied the nurse’s nibbles and paperwork, and off out into the cold sunshine. Taking this shot from the end of Chestnut Walk as I limped along. Bit of a moody one, I thought?

To the end of the road and a right down Winchester Street hill.

Passing the Mystery Boots, still in the bin?

Further down the hill, another of the thoughtless, imbecilic nasty Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclists shot by me! How he did not knock me, I don’t know he was so close! Git! Flipping psychopathic Pavement Cyclists! I’m losing faith in Christianity. One thing in years I ask for, just one thing; and he ignores me! I suppose wishing for someone to fall off his bike and end up under the bus’s wheels, was asking a lot and slightly naughty? I assume I’ll be right up-the-creek now for getting through St Peter’s Gate as well. Tsk!

A few hundred yards up Mansfield Road, yet another Nottinghamian Pavement Cyclist did the same thing, only this one from the front. I turned to snap a photograph, but he’d disappeared?

Up the hill with a certain gusto this morning. Well, I say Gusto… perhaps ‘I hobbled a little less slowly’ would be more suitable. Haha!

The traffic was starting building for the rush hour jams, as usual. The sun was breaking through more often as well, but there was no heat in it much.

Approaching the Sherrington Medical Practice premises… By the way, they gave it that new name some years ago, because they serve Sherwood & Carrington so used a mix of both locations. Just thought I’d mention it! Now, what was I going to type… No, it’s gone, now! My memory is h’arev!

Anyway, I got in and to the reception desk, and booked in with the lovely lady, in plenty of time 0835hrs. Got the crossword book out, and very glad I had it with me. It was about 0920hrs by the time I was summoned for my blood test.

It was not Nurse Nichole on duty! (I hid the tears and put on a brave face!) Nurse Ann said she was sorry I was kept waiting, they had just had a meeting? She got the blood taken without telling me off about anything at all. Worrying that, it’s unnatural! I gave her, her nibbles and thanked her. Dropped some fodder-nibbles off for the receptionists on the way out.

AS I got on Mansfield Road, I decided to call as Lidl, to see if they had any of the cooked chestnuts in stock again. They hadn’t of course. I still came out with fodder though. Crispy fried onions, Airwick air freshener, Almond Macaroons for the nibble box and some Cox’s apples, minus £6.25, Hehe! Humph! This annoyed me, and I decided to cheer myself up, by catching the bus to Bulwell to search for some chestnuts, and feed and gossip with the Mallards.

Caught the bus, and was dropping off in Bulwell within an hour. Calling in the Tesco Extra store near the bus stop, confident that I would get some cooked chestnuts and pork knuckle, this cheered me up! I came out with chickpeas and cheese baps.

I left disappointed and walked into Bulwell from the opposite end to what I would normally.

I called in the Fulton Food stores and got some pork with stuffing slices.

Then through the Market Place, a sad sight.

I called into the Poundland shop and foolishly decided to stock up and get some food for the ducks. Coming out with more Sanmex Bug Killer sprays and suet pellets. £9 worse off now. Tsk!

The pleasurable bit of the day next, I went over the road to the river Leen, and had a great time talking to the Mallards Much to the amusement of people watching, and fed them and the pigeons. Both lots of birds being harassed by the seagulls occasionally.

I caught a tram back to Nottingham City Centre.

Took this interesting picture, at least I thought it might be for anyone not familiar with Bulwell. IT is the new station bridge, with Saint Mary the Virgin & All Souls Church in the background.

The tram arrived in minutes. I did not enjoy the scramble to get a seat, amidst the rush. But I got one. Then at the next stop, 50% of the passengers alighted? Spotting various bits of Nottinghamian Artwork on the seats, floors and near the doors.

This pear is the only one I could take clandestinely enough so as not to upset the seat standing on and swearing threateningly other passengers.

I got off in town and thought I’d try one more time to get some cooked chestnuts and pork knuckle, from the Tesco Metro this time in Victoria Centre. I got there with hopes high again. Only for them to be shattered again. They had none of either! I must try to get to Asda and try them soon. I came out with potato cakes, bread thins for the freezer and pork slices.

Walked through the mall and out onto Parliament Street.

Took this snap of Clumber Street East, with a few early Christmas shoppers, pickpockets, muggers, alcoholics and druggies, no doubt. Plainly, there were no police officers seen again.

Then I decided to try the City Poundland store, just in case they had any chestnuts on sale. They hadn’t, but I came out with a pork pie, Ritz crackers and some nibbles for the social hour box. I was struggling now with all the weight I had in the two bags.

I made my way to the Queen Street bus stop, where I spotted this jogger using the middle of the road?

They just don’t care these Nottinghamian citizens, do they?

Etiquette, good manners, empathy, acceptable behaviour, decency, courtesy, politeness, civility, conformity, politesse, morality, ethics, and couthness, have all but died a death now, sadly!

I blame Brexit you know. Hehehe!

Caught the bus and the second spell of contentment and joy began at the next bus stop; Penny and Margaret with her hubby got on the bus. I fear the conversations were a little one-sided. Most of the time I kept asking Penny, sat behind me, what it was that Margaret had said! The hearing aid batteries were dying. Humph! But from what Penny told me, and bits I picked-up, I think it was a humorous and fun chinwagging session.

Back at the flats, we parted, and Jenny and I limped back to Woodthorpe Court, having a little natter which I enjoyed with Jenny.

Into the flat and I took a long-sharp-wee-wee this time. Hehehe!

Did the Health Checks and got the fodder unloaded and put away.

Then got some mushrooms in the saucepan with balsamic vinegar and herbs in the water and on the simmer.

The updating of this post was draining, but I enjoyed doing it. I stopped and made a blog up of the Mallard visit, a pictorial one.

Took this picture of twelve floors down outside, of the workers, working!

Late now, but I wanted to update this blog before settling for a meal. Although it will mean my waking so much later. By the time I got the update done, it was two hours beyond my usual falling asleep time.

So I did the last Health Checks, made sure I took the evening medication too, then got the nosh prepared. Taking this photograph of the fantastic evening sky.

The meal, I served in one of the divided plastic plates. Or I should say, to be correct; The terrible meal, I served in one of the divided plastic plates.

The tomatoes, pork and pickled egg were alright, the rest for some reason did not?

A flavour rating of 4.3/10 awarded. I suspect this might have been due to my overtiredness, feeling fatigued and unaccountable irritability with myself.

I threw away most of the nosh. Got the pots washed. Had a short-sharp-wee-wee and got settled in the £300 second-hand recliner to watch some TV.

I was soon asleep.

Inchcocks Trip to the River Leen in Bulwell – Photographicalisations of his beloved Mallards and Pigeons as he fed and gossiped with them!

Inchcock went off again, to visit his Mallards (Anas platyrhynchos Anatidae Anseriformes Aves). Today he went to Bulwell’s river Leen Mallard population. A slightly more aggressive band of ducks. But then again, they have to put up with thousands of pigeons stealing their food, and being attacked and mugged by the seagulls. He does love them. Bless em!

‘Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit’

Inchcock Today – Monday 12th February 2018: Nightmare journey on the tram. Hehe!

Monday 12th February 2018

Somali: Isniinta 12 Febraayo 2018

0115hrs: The expergefaction was calm and steady this morning. There was no jumping into life with sudden panics over nothing and everything. Within seconds the brain joined the body, and instructed me to get the laundry duties done immediately! As the Daleks used to say “I Will Obey!” (They still might, are they on Dr Who nowadays?)

Detached my almost pain-free body from the £300 second-hand recliner, feeling uncomfortable with the lack of any ailment hassle. Not normal this?

Took the medications. Had a wee-wee, and gathered the washing bag, put the camera in my pocket and down to the laundry room.

Only one lift was working at the moment. Number two stuck on the third floor.

Got the machine filled and going.

Then popped outside (Luckily I’d remembered to take the foyer-door swipe with me).

A touch of frost on the car windows, but the forecast snow was nowhere to be seen. (Not complaining mind, oh no!)

No rumbling or grumbling from the innards at this moment. Something else to worry about, Hehehe!

Back up to the apartment.

Did the Health checks for this Monday morning, then I took the medications.

The Porcelain Throne beckoned my attention, so off I went to the wet room to tend to this essential duty.

I was getting a bit concerned now. Not only were the ailments giving me a break, but now, during the Throne session, I find no bleeding from the rear and the evacuation was far less messy than recently. Unnatural for me!

Time to go down and move the washing from one machine to the dryer.

The electronic sign near the elevators showed it was just on freezing outside. The second lift still stuck on the third floor. It also informed us that we could be an Equalities Panel Member.

I spotted a poster from Jenny on the notice board. No Social Hour this week, then. I hope this is not through Jenny being poorly.

Perhaps one of the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens is off on holiday, or standing in somewhere else to cover sickness or leave for another Warden? That would be a better reason than Jenny or Frank being poorly.

Up to the flat again. I set about getting last weeks Health Checks log updated and started this morning.

Down to the laundry room. Got the togs out of the dryer and folded and into the blue bag. Then realised I’d put the cleaning gear in the bag as well.

So got it out and started to try and clean the intake drawers of the concrete-like deposits of soap powder in them and around the area.

I couldn’t get it all off, cause I forgot to take the sander and drill down with me. Hehehe! Cleaned it a bit and sprayed antiseptic freshener around.

I got into the lift and espied two large beetles, well, I think they were beetles, on the floor apparently dining on something that had been spilt under the folded-up seat.

In a flash, they had disappeared. Where to is another unsolved Woodthorpe Court mystery?

Made a start on this blog. Then finished off the Sunday one. Posted it and went on comment responding.

Had to on to Chrome again for it to allow me to go to the WordPress reader. Tsk!

Got the ablutions tended to.

Sorted the black bags and took them to the rubbish chute.

Got my torso all wrapped up warmly, collected the bag and shopping list, and off out.

The site was looking very busy this morning. Lorries were coming and going, unloading, men going back and forth as they took heaters and equipment to the other block, Winchester Court.

It was much colder than it looked as I made my way up to Chestnut Walk through the car parking row and to the Obergruppenfurheress Wardens hut.

Three or four folk in there, and we were soon joined by others, and a good laugh, insult throwing, sarcasm ridden session was enjoyed.

More gossiping at the bus stop.

Bus into town.

The Nottinghanian folks did not look a happy bunch at all, bless em.

Went into the Slab Square to catch a tram to Bulwell. Noticing, as I approached the end of King Street, something I have not seen for months now. Police Officers on duty.

They looked very keen as they stood around with hands in their pockets, in a little huddle, having a chinwag. Most likely unaware of anything going on around them. Like the street beggar on the corner, or the pavement cyclist who passed them by.

Well, it was cold. Hehe!

The tram arrived the same time as I did on the platform. Nice that! Swiped my bus pass on the recorder and got on, finding a seat free, too.

Finding the optimum words to describe the atmosphere on the transport is not easy. I felt as if something violent was about to explode, uneasy, on tenter-hooks, weary. I got the crossword book out, to take my mind off the feelings. But gave up trying as the ride was most uncomfortable on these tiny hard seats, and as the tram filled-up with Nottinghamians who tended to not see me and bumped into me nearly knocking me off the chair as they moved on and off.

At the Bulwell station, I allowed the mob to alight first and clear the platform before I moved. I thought this advisable so as not to get knocked over, hit or trodden-on in the stampede of the Bulwellhamian passengers exiting and competing with each other to be the first one to do so.

The tram departed, and I made my way alone, across the line into the car park and up into Main Street.

I visited the Fulton Foods, nothing of interest found there. The B&M store, nothing of interest found.

Then to Herons Foods, got a bottle of sterilised milk.
Farmfoods lastly, where much money was parted with in return for:

Caramel nibbles on offer price, for the Social Meeting which has been cancelled. Tsk! Gastro Chips X2 at an offer price of 2 saving 98p. Tinned peas and biscuits (For the nocturnal feasting perhaps? Hehe!). Potatoe Fritters, two bags, very tasty! Battered onion rings, a big bag, and a big jar of black-bean sauce at £1.

Made my way to the bridge over the river Lean, to feed the pigeons and Mallard Ducks.

To the station and caught the tram back into town.

It proved to be an arduous, miserable journey. I was squashed on a side-saddle seat with the two bags of comestibles underneath and trying to keep them from falling over. There must have been over 200 passengers with all those standing. Teenage girls having a fight. Got knocked about at each stop by incoming and exiting Nottinghamians. A young Asian lad opposite me, just sat there giving me the evil eye all the way. Why I know not. Got my poor plates trodden on several times.

When it came to getting off, I only just got to the doors in time after wading my way through the crowd, struggling with the heavy bags.

Glad to out of the tram, I made my way to Queen Street and luckily, had only a few minutes to wait for the L9 bus.

No one on the bus that I knew. Had a go at the crosswords, but didn’t do very well at all. Getting late you see, the fatigue was moving in. Haha!

Arriving home, the first thing I did, was to get the oven on to heat the potato fritters.

Put the fodder away – a full freezer again now.

Had a wee-wee. Did the Health Checks.

Got the fritters into the now heated oven. Took the medications.

I had long fruitless search for the Hearing Aid Clinic Record Card again.

Got the meal served up. It was so lovely to have found some potato fritters on sale again. Tomatoes, sugar-snap peas, the last potato and the last of the sliced apples. I’ll have to nip out in the morning and get some replacements in.

Herbert upstairs was making a bit of noise again. But it did not bother me, I’m getting used to expecting this now.

Washed the dishes and was so weary, I got down in the recliner and watched some ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ DVD episodes.

Fell asleep and it was dark when I woke up.

Had a wee-wee.

Back down in the chair, put the TV on and was in the land of Nod in no time. I think I dreamt of being chased in an abandoned office block again.

Woken up by the Strobe and Pillow Shaker fire alarms activating. It wasn’t sent to the signal receiving station. But I just had to go through all the usual checks again. Will I ever catch-up on my sleep? To the door, check for any heat on the handle with the back of the hand, (No heat). So, open the door and do a visual check for any smoke, listen if any fire alarms activating (None), go to the kitchen window, open it and look down to see if any emergency vehicles were in attendance (No).

My rest and sleep once again pessundated, by things of exogenous and are out of my control. Tsk, Humph and Grogglecrapness!

Inchcock Today 4 Apr 16: Forced myself out and about – then it poured down!

Nottingham’s Most Barmiest Sad Pensioner’s Diary of Woe

Monday 4th April 2016

I stirred into semi-life around 0315hrs and hobbled to the bathroom without any problems from the ailments, apart from the sore haemorrhoids, but they were not bleeding, just tender. 

Stubbing me toe on the way to the kitchen, I noticed the glorious view from the window and decided to take a photograph of it – I decided not to after all when I couldn’t find the camera. Humph, still looking!

Took the medications and found last night’s pot of pills I’d missed taking! Oh dear, so sad and anger making! I took the morning tub of tablets along with just one night time Warfarin.

Started the laptop and back to the WC to doctor my bits with the creams, painkillers, and lotions. Stubbing my toe on the same raised door stop as I had earlier! At least, Little Inchy was not bleeding this morning, I still applied the cortisone cream, though.

As I burnt my finger making the next cup of tea, that I knocked off the counter when I caught myself on the hot kettle and had to bend to clean up causing the back to go: This might not be going to be a good day I thought to myself?

I got the urge come inspiration to do a funny WordPress post in bad rhyming about advice for Pensioners on Waking up in the morning. This took a few hours to get done. During which, another call to the porcelain came, and I was so careful not to stub my toe on the raised door stop this time!

Then I got the Monday diary finished and started this one – and as I did so, got the fearful feeling I might have forgotten the INR blood tests today – oh, and I’ve got to call the clinic to grovel for another appointment too! I checked the Google calendar and confirmed it was for Tuesday 1145hrs at Dr Vindla’s surgery with the nurse.

I got some kind messages on the email, heartwarming that.

Turned everything off electrically speaking and got a jolly good scrub-up. Got the Phorpain gel on my joints and cleaned Little Inchy and Daktacorted him once again.

Wrapped me up well and set off in a hurry to the bus stop. Met coordinator Dean in the lift, and a few words.

Out and met two tenants waiting for the same bus, man, and wife I think and I had another little gossip.

The bus arrived in the City Centre and I dropped off and walked to the bus stop for the number 17 to Bulwell.

The cloudy sky was looking rather threatening as I crossed over the road to hobble to the bus stop. 

Pavement cyclists were darting around as well, too quick for me today.

I observed as got close to the bus stop, that the naughty little Nottingham pedestrians were not too keen on keeping to the Walk – Don’t Walk signs on Upper Parliament Street!

The little Scally-Wags!

There were two people at the bus stop when I joined the queue. A ten-minute wait and by the time the bus arrived, there were about twenty in the queue. They all rushed forward with steely determination and I was semi-trampled on and around the twentieth to get on the bus! Humph!

In Bulwell, I made my way to the cheapo shop and got a three pack of the Blitz towels. Then walked around to the Shoe Zone store and got three pairs of shoes, one brown pair included (Not the foggiest idea why?).

Next door to the Fulton’s Food store and got a pack of battered fish fingers and one box of same battered fishcakes. They had some short-dated dark chocolate orange nibble discs, so I bought two for 50p.

Over the Market Place to the river Leen, and fed some pigeons there with the seeds I had in my shopping bag.

Over to the tram station and had a repeat of the what took place at the bus stop earlier. I was the first there on the platform, but about the twentieth again to get on the bloody thing. Only one side seat left available, and I had a heck of a job hanging on to it with and the two shopping bags at the same time. Tsk! Swines were nicking me OAP seats!

On the journey, it was dry when I got on, absolutely pelting down half way and dry when I eventually dropped off.

I even had a battle, to get off the tram in time at the Theatre Royal stop I needed, it was so crammed full of folk who didn’t want to respond to me requests for them to make way so I could get out! Huh!

I walked over to the L9 bus stop, the bus already being there and I joined just one other passenger on the bus. Later the bus had to wait as it went through a housing estate for a builders lorry to offload some materials. The driver was not happy!

We got to the flats and I had yet another little natter with a woman as we entered and rode up in the lift. We both agreed a cup of tea would go down nicely.

In the flat and put the things I’d purchased away.

I noticed that the last pair I bought exactly like the £12.99 pair – AUS £24.38 – USD $18.59 – CAD £24.95, were then a few months ago, selling at £9.99. AUS £18.75 – USD $14.29 – CAD £18.63. Thought I’d get three pairs of shoes before they all went up even more!

Mind you, they all start leaking after a while. Hurrumph!

The weather then started to pour rain heavily; Over the next couple of hours, it changed from rain to bright sunshine, so frequently.

Some mail had been delivered.

One Election Poll Card for Thursday 5th May, and a letter for Margaret, the previous tenant.

I got the laptop on and updated this diary of Woe.

While preparing to get the fodder cooking and deciding to have fish lumps and fishcakes with beetroot, I thought I’d let you all know, that I no longer have any bags BBQ disc crisps, or beef flavoured potato chip sticks in the place! Not a single bag anywhere!

Honestly folks! Not one bag left! 



The fodder came out alright this time, and what a feast it was too!

Had to give this one a high rating score of a worthy 9.22/10.f

The Caramelised Balsamic Onion Chutney really complimented the fish dish so well.

Took the evening medications, having missed the midday ones. Huh!

Checked the TV magazine and found that there was so much on the box that I would have liked to view, all at the same times.

Channel hopped, fell asleep, woke, channel hopped, fell asleep… on and on and on this went. I imagine there are plenty of, what shall I say? Aged people in this position at nights?

BJ rang to say he’s checked the old house and all looks okay. That’s a relief!

Nodded of eventually…

Tue 4 Aug 15: Inchcock Today: Dizzies…

Tuesday 4th August 2015

0405hrs: Woke, and so glad the cramps has eased – mind you, i used nearly a full tube of Phorpain gel – so I can expect to run out of that now! Tsk!

I’m not sure that using so much would be a good thing though. But the agony last night – Cor blimus – As the immortal Sid James said in Carry on Cleo! (One of me favourite Carry On’s this one).

I’ve been using Maximum strength Phorpain and Fenbid gel for a couple of years now on the arthritis in me hands and knees mostly – but this is the first time I’ve lathered it on me poor old legs.

The active substance is Ibuprofen. Other ingredients are hydroxyethylcellulose, sodium hydroxide, benzyl alcohol, isopropyl alcohol, purified water. I looked it up so I could sound clever like. Hehe!

I finished and posted yesterdays diary and since starting this diary I’ll pointed at the porcelain no less than eight times? Oh, nine now…

Did some Facebooking and WordPress reading.

Then got missen washed, scrubbed, shaved, and freshened up ready for me visit to the community shed between the two blocks of flats to take some of the never ending letters delivered for Margaret, the previous tenant to Julie and or Deana in the event that they might be on site today.

Julie was in the shed, gave her a nibble and left the letters for Deana to sort later.

I walked up into Woodthorpe Park and up again into Sherwood, down the hill a tad and caught a bus into the City centre, using me free pensioners bus-pass of course. (I love it!)

Got into town and had a walk in and to top top of Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall for my American friends), and to the end doors where the Pound Shop is and got a bag of bird seed for the pigeons and duck in Derby later.

Out through the doors and into the bus-station and caught a red Arrow bus to Derby.

Had a go at me crossword book and actually got some answers in for once to the ones I’d started earlier.

Not much traffic about en-route.

Arrived in Derby and went to the back of the bus-station first to feed the ducks and pigeons.

I think they must have had a cull on the pigeons since me last visit, ’cause there were not many of them about, and most of them were young ones – you can tell my their red legs and claws, they get darker with age. (Another tip from Inchy – no charge! Hehe)

I had a walk into the Eagle Centre… er Mall and went to the indoor market – what a sad sight!

More stalls closed than open.

I didn’t find owt interesting to buy and soon left and had a quick walk through the old market.

Finding some hungry pigeons en-route.

I took some ‘bling’ photo’s for the TFZ site.

That market was also run-down and sad.

Espied this model outside a shop as I passed near the Eagle Centre – wondered what the shop was advertising using this mannequin?

Took a closer look and they were selling ladies wigs!

Made me way to the bus station – and checked me mobile in case Steve from Age UK had called or text in response to me many calls for help to him – I’d have had more chance of Winning the lottery and should have known better than to bother checking. Tsk!

Caught the bus and was back in Nottingham within 40 minutes.

I checked the times and I had 45 minutes until the last bus from town, the L9 was due to leave. So I had a quick walk around the Nottingham Beach.

A decent crowd there, and even the paddling pool has some kids in it, despite the lack of sunshine, but it wasn’t cold.

Popped in Primark to see if I could get a cardigan of the roper size this time. Got one with good pockets for £14 with buttons. And an Andy Cap to replace the one I left on the bus £3 – Huh!

Back to the bus stop in plenty of time and had a chin-wag with a lady waiting for the same bus from the same flats.

There was a sign on the bus-shelter informing us that Nottingham was the cleanest City Centre in the Midlands. So I took this photo (I missed the dog turd on the steps off of it though) of the steps into the main Post Office near where I was waiting fer me bus.

Fell asleep on the bus, but woke up in time for me stop like.

When I got off the bus, the wind was belting away and the lady nearly went over when we turned the corner to the flats.

Back in flat, found more letters again delivered for Margaret the previous tenant.

Did a bit on this diary – but hunger-pangs arrived, so I got me dinner on while I did the diary – and had a dizzy spell. Mmm!

Bread thins Ham sarnies, beetroot, bacon bits, dried roast onions and potato curls – very nice!

It may well have qualified as one of the best if it were not for beetroots being as hard as cricket balls! Damned disappointing that! Still, gave it an 8/10.

Washed the pots and had a cuppa – fell asleep – and that was no easy task on me wooden chair!

Took me medications and had a wash and checked me ailments – The Inch was not bleeding but it had been, Arthritis not too bad, Haemorrhoids not bleeding either. Put some Phorpain gel on me lower legs as well as me knees and hands this time, hoping it might ease the pain if the ‘Cramps’ start again later.

The wind was now worse than ever outside.

Tomorrow me Morrisons order coming twixt 0730 > 0830hrs, the Dentist appointment at 0930hrs and the clinic at 1330hrs. I thing that’s why i took the chance to get out a bit today and take some photographs while I had the time without worrying about me timing like.

Did a bit of Facebooking and some work on a planned post for me WordPress.

Tired again.

Wed 10.6.2015: Inchcock Today

Wednesday 10th June 2015

Woke at 0530hrs, Porcelain visitation a lot easier this morning.

In the dreams I’d had, one about Patti Berkert I could remember bits of: Patti, Lynton and I were in a giant teepee – Patti wearing exotic native Indian head-wear telling me off for something or other, Lynton kept hitting me with a purple coloured bamboo cane whenever I spoke… inside with us were a giant typewriter, an artists easel and a Monopoly game? That’s all I can recollect. But it gave an the idea for a graphic for Patti. Which I managed to get done later and posted this off to Facebook and Patti. 

Down, laptop on, made a cuppa, fed the pigeons and took me morning medications and changed me dressing, managing with ultimate ease to bang missen on the head on the corner of the cupboard door  – I believe I might have swore! Oh poetry!

Started this diary off and did header in Coreldraw x7.

Then I worked on something I’ve been planning for ages now – a graphicalisation of Patti Bekert in Native Indian clobber. This took three hours, up to now, but I really wanted to do it and hope cross-fingered that Patti likes it.

I’ve put Lynton on this version being as he had the nerve to come into me dreams… Tsk!

As I was finishing off the graphic making new pains shot across me chests – I don’t think it’s the angina this time.  My reflux valve that is normally protruding has disappeared from view and feel as well, no lumpy extrusion? Just a sight or feel of any raised bits?

Today I must go to the GP surgery to book me INR Warfarin blood level test with the surgery nurse, and take some nibbles to the Launderette gal. Thursday going to the hospital with Pete to have his skin cancer cut out and tested again. Friday it’s my turn to have the same at the same place. Friday I must also go to the City Homes and Guinness Homes in search of sheltered housing at a price I  can afford.

I’d better get myself ready now, and get off. Spit and polish time then…

It’s the first time I’ve passed the St Johns graveyard during the day and found no dogs in it – thought I’d mention it like.

Plodded on to the GP surgery where I asked the receptionist for an appointment early on Tuesday so I could keep me appointment with Steve from Age UK Concern about viewing the flats available.

After much ado, I settled for one on the Monday  (A day early like)

Nipped to the launderette and gave the gal her nibbles.

Then, off to the bus-stop to go to town…

 Oh dear oh dear oh dear! No bus-pass in me pocket and the zip on the pocket was down!

A quickish hobble back to the dump and search for it was fruitless!

So, I walk into town was called for in an effort to see if it has been handed into the City Transport Travel centre, where I got it from in the first place.

So off down Mansfield Road and through the City Centre and to South Parade where the centre is.

A little further on, and this young git of a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist actually caught my left arm/shoulder as he belted by me!

 They keep coming don’t they! Tsk!

I don’t think he even knew he’s done it as he just carried on threatening the other pedestrians as he disappeared into the distance.

Down and across into Clinton Street and bravely through the milling crowds I continued on me quest.

Down and around the back of the Nottingham Council House, and right onto South Parade and down to the City Transport offices to see if me bus-pass had been handed in and how to get a new one if not.

It’s near the tram stop and Betfred bookies, just passed the pub.

I went in and explained the situation to the lady, who took me details and checked to see if it had been handed in.

It hadn’t – and I asked her if I should try the Transport Centre in Broadmarsh. She said “No point, they usually get handed in here, and we can do nothing about re-issuing you with one until 48 hours has passed from your losing it!” I explained that it was over 24 hours now – but she didn’t seem too interested and told me call back in a day.

So I poddled down to Broadmarsh anyway, being stubborn and worried like.

En route there was a five man street entertainment band giving out some jazz near Marks & Spencers.

Had things not been so hectic and me worried about me bus-pass I might have donated a bit and stopped to listen to them.

I got to Broadmarsh bus-station and into the Transport centre there.

I explained things to the lady there – and she said there would be a £10 replacement charge if I needed one, and took me details and went to check.

She has lovely smile on her face when she returned – with the Bus-Pass!

Someone had handed it in – boy was I glad! Good job I didn’t take the advice from the other woman on South parade innit?

Me feet and knees were hurting badly now – but somehow I didn’t mind.

I limped back through to the City Centre slab square and waited for a tram so I could go to Bulwell to see if they had any cheapo microwave sausages in stock yet.

I was going to take photo of a family playing in the fountains.

But being as another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came into view, I took her instead.

Swiped me treasured Bus-pass on the machine and waited the arrival of the tram.

Not never seen owt like it when it arrived – I nearly got mangled in the flood of aggressive passengers storming it to get on! Cor blimey, talk about risky business!

I got into Bulwell and visited some shops that might have had the sausages in stock that I wanted, but no.

I took a Bling photo for the folk on TFZ.

Then back to the bus station and caught the bus home to Carrington.

A few yobs lurking now the better weather is here. Tsk!

WC’d made a cuppa, and marinated me baked beans with Patti’s curried bean additions ready for me nosh of beans and bacon later.

Updated me Google diary with the appointments I’d made during the day.

Then updated this ‘ere diary.

Aching legs and feet, but so happy to and grateful to whoever handed in me bus-pass.

Got up to make a cuppa and boy did I have a dizzy spell – alright now, but I must inform the nurse on Monday about the increase in severity and frequency of these.

By gum I enjoyed me nosh tonight!

Varied the ingredients in the curried beans a bit this time:

1 pinch curry powder – Worcestershire sauce – half teaspoon Unrefined brown sugar – black pepper – BBQ Tomato ketchup – sultanas – basil and caramelised red onion relish. Not bad at all. Rated it: 8/10. Mind you, the bacon was Gammon misshapes this time.

 Going upstairs had a dizzy at the top and I went over. All okay though, banged me elbow that’s all. I’m hoping there will be no more Whoopsiedangleplops for a while now.


TTFN all.

Tue 2.6.2015: Inchcock Today – Very Windy, Withering day of Wistfulness

Tuesday 2nd June 2015

Woke about 0550hrs recalling a bit of me dreams:

Something about being thrown out of a helicopter and landing in a massive swimming pool filled with rice pudding in a field with hundreds of booing spectators all dressed up like General De Gaul around the edges of the pool?

Painful visit to the porcelain. Thought about the days demands while suffering. The GP surgery nurse for INR Warfarin tests at 1030hrs, and arrange CHA Health check appointment – Visit the Council flats near Winchester Street – Clinic visit – and possible trip to try and get some Microwave sausages? – Shredding to get some done at leasts. Oh, and try to get things sorted and taken for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

Still dark and drizzly this morning as I fed the pigeons.

Realised it is ten days to me skin cancer cut-outs session.

Took me medications with a good strong cuppa.

Mixed me curried beans ingredients and left them marinating to have later.

Put the water heater on for me bath before I go to GP surgery.

No launderette again today, I’ll try to get it in tomorrow.

Started this diary off and made the header on Coreldraw X7, which has now started crashing just like all the other versions I’ve had… Huh!

Did some shredding, then got missen polished for the trip to the GP surgery.

BJ rang as I was about to go out – he kindly said he’d pick me up after and take me to see the Winchester flat complex. He asked if I needed anything from his trip to Asda, and I asked him to get me two bottles of bleach. We agreed I’d call him after coming out of the doctors.

I set off on me poddle to the Sherringham Medical Practice surgery on Mansfield Road.

By gum it were windy this morning again.

The trees had all lost some branches and were a-blowing in the wind.

Got to the GP’s and remembered to book me CDH health check (Tue 23rd June @ 0900hrs).

The nurse called me straight in and took me blood sample for the INR test, and kindly listened to me moaning about me housing problems bless her.

She thinks the bleeding on me ankles might be where I was bitten last week on me walk in the country with brother-in-law Pete.

 I left the doctors and phoned BJ – he’s had some bad news about a death of someone he knew and I felt a bit bad bothering him. He asked where I was and I said “Walking up Mansfield Road on my way to your house, should be there in ten minutes or so”.

I made me way slowly to his house, and saw there was no car outside, so I waited in the wild wind for his arrival back from Asda.

After ten minutes BJ rang and asked where I was, I said “Outside your house mate.” He said he’s be there shortly.

Ten minutes later I rang him, and he was at my house – bit of confusion there in communications Tsk!

An irate BJ arrived and took his shopping into this house and lifted me to the Council Aided flats up Winchester Street.

We eventually found the Nottingham City Homes delegates and one of them took us round the first block of two near each other flats to have a look at the ‘single ones free’, there were several apparently.

Boy were they in a bad state! They all needed decorating, walls re-plastering electrics checking, door frame edges plastering redoing, and the smells that lingered… some unidentified ones and alcohol, tobacco and BO were present. Maybe that is why the rents were cheaper than elsewhere? The tiny lifts I’m sure would not take a bed or wardrobe in them, they shook too. The windows evidently were turnable for cleaning, I tried it and could not get them to turn enough so I could reach to clean them. Hey-ho… but the views from the top floors were great. I could hear noises from a neighbouring flat – the worst type for me, muffled and I did not know what was causing them or the exact origin of them. Not good.

I didn’t expect too much when I visited, but was taken aback by the damage and decorating that would need to be done if I did bid successfully for one of these flats.

A little dejected, BJ ran me to Mansfield Road so I could catch a bus to the Clinic. I thanked him and gave him some nibbles in appreciation.

I was soon seen to at the G.U.M. clinic, and told to keep on with the Clotrimazole cream.

I was out in half an hour and caught a number 17 bus on Hucknall Road into Bulwell.

I dropped off short of the centre and went into Tesco. Where I purchased a pot of Bay Leaves, tin of Baked beans, tin of garden peas and some milk.

Out of Tesco and a little walk into Bulwell and the Market Place.

So many pavement cyclists about i didn’t even think of photographing them.

As I wobbled down the pedestrian area to go to Fultons Foods store, I espied in a jewellery/Pawnbrokers store some watches for today’s TFZers ‘Bling’.

Some were incredibly cheap – perhaps too cheap?

But I liked the oval shaped one in particular, good clear non-fussy printing on it.

I popped in Fulton shop and had a look around, but no blackcurrant & vanilla ice-cream lollies or microwave sausages to be had Huh! – However, they did have some thick-cut Bacon Misshapes in the fridge, so I got a pack to treat myself and try and cheer up, because I was little down after seeing the state and smells of the flats earlier.

As I came out of the store I tried to split the things between me two bags – and the wind took one off me bags down the street at great speed – luckily a young chap chased after and retrieved it for me – restored my faith a tad that did. I thanked him profusely.

The Market stall-holder were having a battle with the wind too.

I made me way to B&M to see if they had any of the Irish Curried beans or jars of their sweet beetroots in stock – they didn’t.

I caught the bus back to Carrington, taking a photo through the window of the sky that had brightened a tad – but you could see the clouds belting across the horizon still.

Damnable wind nearly had me over when I got off the bus at the top of the hill on Hucknall Road in Carrington.

All down the street the trees had braches broken off or damaged.

Fed the pigeons.

WC’d (No blood) made a cuppa and put me bits away.

Started this diary off.

Then got me nosh ready.

Two thick bacon misshapes, mixed leaves, bread thins, an apple and my second attempt at home-made Curried beans. Today I added some caramelised red onion relish on top of the bacon steaks… I hope to return later to report on what it was like…

Later: Even better than the first effort – I’m proud as Punch! (Swagger, shakes head and trips over the shredding machine – Tut!). All I did different to the first one was add a bay leaf.

Nodded off eventually. Sprang awake half an hour later, not knowing why?

Sat 30.5.15: Inchcock Today –

Saturday 30th May 2015 

Up at 0400hrs – due to falling asleep so soon last night because I was so well shattered.

Cuppa and took me medications.

Spent far too long on the laptop/notebook! Tried to find out how to set the export function to default RGB 24 bit, as the 32 bit colours come out differently on screen when posted – Huh! I still have to do it manually for each graphic.

I searched the web to try and find out how to do it but found nowt to help me.

Then I had a go at searching the Windows 8 helpline thingy to change the screen from high to medium viewing. Like a shot I found in an hour later.

Getting on by then, so to appease the guilt a little I did some shredding of me old documents.

Spur of the moment thing, I decided to go to Bulwell in the vain hope of getting some Curried Beans and or Microwave Sausages.

The sky brightened up while I was at the bus-stop. The little speck in the centre of the picture is the police helicopter.

Caught the number 17 into Bulwell.

As I got off the bus a fight was taking place near the Taxi/Cab place, so I walked the other way to avoid any hassle to the Market Place.

Many pavement cyclist (too many to even think of photographing).

Mobility scooter haven Bulwell is as we.

Went to the cheapo shop, but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.

Called in Heron Foods shop – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.

Went to the Iceland store – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.

Then finally into Fultons Foods – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in either.

However they did have some Torunska sausage and Blackcurrant and vanilla ice cream lollies, so I got some.

As I came out of the store I noticed the kiddies ride outside the shop was doing a roaring trade – and they were selling (Or trying to sell) Candy-Floss at £1.50 each!) Bit pricey that I thought?

The only ankle-snapper on the Tea-cup ride seemed utterley disinterested to say the least.

I hastened (Well hobbled as fast as I could manage) to the bus-station so me Iced lollies didn’t melt before I got em in the fridge – but couldn’t resist taking a photo of some beautiful rings I noticed in the jewellers store window, for the TFZ gals.

Limped on and joined the queue for the bus, just missed one so had to wait a good while. Tsk!

Glad I remembered to take me book with me to read on the bus like. It’s stories and tales from the soldiers who were there at Dunkirk.

Soon back in Carrington and taking the long route to the dump, as a ganglet of youths were loitering at my end of the street.

Got in and no demand for the porcelain presented itself? Odd that.

Felt peckish earlier today – so decided to make baked potatoes and beef curry. Bit adventurous fer me I know.

Flippinng heck it hot! Too hot for me I’m afraid, I thought with it saying it was Chinese style it would me mild – Tsk!

Two hours later and me mouth and throat are still hot!

Oh dear, I just belched – cor blimey!

26.5.15: Inchcock Today – What a Palava!

Tuesday 26th May 2015

Up at 0525hrs. Down and started laptop

Back up to the porcelain. Back down and kettle on (realising I’d forgot to get me milk yesterday – Tsk!) and took me medications.

Photo’d the sky on the way down.

Thought through the days designs.

I’ll skip the launderette today, because yesterday being a Bank Holiday I couldn’t get an appointment at the GP to have me INR Warfarin level checks done, so will have to go to the Queens Medical Centre haematology department today to have it done.

I wanted to set up the shredder and get sorting some paperwork out today, also to get some stuff off to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

Missed call from BJ on mobile last night – but with me collapsing and falling asleep? I’ll call him back later at a reasonable time. He was probably calling to see if I was still going to the launderette?

 I rang BJ back and explained thing and he said he could not get to take any bags for me until Thursday, and then not for certain. Told him I appreciate his circumstances and thanked him for his help.

I tried to learn about adding deleting fonts on W8… huh! gave up and loaded my old MS Office onto the new laptop – what a performance, I lost two hours getting it on right… damned new technology!

Set off on me walk into town with me bus-pass and list of things to do and get.

I called in the launderette and had a natter with BJ as he did his washing.

Then set off on me walk into Nottingham City Centre.

I’d not gone more than just over the side road in this picture above and one of the famous Pavement Cyclists made an appearance – with one in the distance too!

I plodded on, feeling a bit better thinking it’s about time I had a decent walk.

As I started down the hill the traffic lights at the junction of Mansfield Road and Huntingdon Street were blocked, traffic at a standstill.

Soon as I got me camera out they started to move a bit.

I called in the Victoria bus-station and got a time-table for the 141 service to Mansfield – hoping I can find time to use it soon.

Went into Tesco and got some bread but forgot to look for me curried beans.

As I came out of the centre the two old Post-boxes caught me eye and I wondered how long it would be before they are replaced.

A bit of Olde England there I thought.

I caught a bus to the Queens Medical Centre, the Y36 ran by a private company. They have bought all Mercedes Benz buses.

I was a tad concerned when I saw the drivers left leg shaking like wot teenagers and druggies do like.

We were soon at the Queens Medical Centre.

There was a good sized queue for the haematology department, so I took a ticket and sat down and got me Dunkirk book out to read. Then changed to reading the free Metro newspaper, where I came across an interesting article about City Cycling… It seems they are to spend £6m on widening the cycling lanes and introducing more of them!

Seems to me the Pavement Cyclists of Nottingham would prefer to use the side-walks and pedestrian areas as it is! The dangerous gits!.

Got seen to by the nice new nurse in the blood room and gave her their nibbles and said me cheerios – no time for a natter as they were busy.

Caught a bus to Bulwell in search of me curried beans.

Amazingly and unintentionally as I took a photo en route – I caught yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist through the bus window on the left!

Got into Bulwell and called at the Fulton’s store, but they had no curried beans or microwave sausages either Huh!

So I caught a bus to Arnold… well Arnold eventually that was. It went all over the place – not that it mattered apart from I was not going to get me shredding done later, but it was a nice ride.

Spotted more Nottingham Pavement Cyclist en route. Tsk!

Got to Arnold and went in the Fultons Store there.

They didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.

I got some milk and cheese though – but after standing at the checkout for ages with no staff appearing I dropped the basket where I as and left.

I went over to Iceland and guess what?… They didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.

I did get a couple of bits, milk, tomatoes and Bertolli Original Olive oil spread – but no curried beans or microwave sausages.

Caught a bus back to town, believe it or not when I saw it I thought ‘Hello, this bus is in a state. When it moved off the engine didn’t sound very good to me, and it was loaded with Nottinghamians with mobiles and ankle-snappers.

First time on that bus for me – What a route it took as well: Arnold, Oxclose Lane through the Bestwood Estate, Chippenham across to Beckhampton through Rise Park to the shopping centre – and that’s where it happened… the smoke from the engine accompanied by the fumes and the driver had us abandoned the bus and wait for the next one in 15 minutes.

The woman next to me got my sympathy cause it was a cold wind blowing and we were at the top of a hill while we waited for the bus to arrive.

From there we piled onto the new bus and it continued on it’s circuitous route into the City Centre.

We passed the shop I used to manage for the NCS years ago, sadly all closed up and for sale now (Right).

My mind went back to the good and bad times I had there.

Then we travelled up Alfreton Road into town and we passed what was the first ever Marsdens shop I worked at – more memories evoked.

There I was, a 14 year old ankle-snapper full of hopes aspirations and good intentions starting off on me chosen career… and I loved the job as well!

Into town and down Derby Road, I dropped off at the top of Friar lane and walked down and across the Slab Square. 

Odd, but I felt I didn’t belong or fit-in the photograph I took?

Funny that.

The blue blow-up things you can see in the slab square are mini-tennis areas using soft balls.

On the left were mini-tennis courts set-up, and very popular they were too!

I knew they were not using proper tennis balls as soon as I put me camera back in me pocket and one of the balls clouted me on the back of me head. Hehehe, could this only happen to me?

Waiting for the bus to Carrington to arrive (Gawd I love my pensioners free bus-pass to bits!) I had a read of the Post Light.

The letters page had this on the right in it.

So glad to see others want the death penalty bringing back for Pavement Cycling!

Only joking!

Arrived in Carrington and nipped into the Co-op to find that they didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.

Out and through the twitchell, and got a shock as this twit of a Pavement Cyclist came passed me from behind making jump – the Gerplonkergit him!

Fed the pigeons en route to back to the asylum.

WC’s and cleaned up my bleeding Inch and rear-end piles.

Had  wash and put me shopping such as it was away and got me nosh prepared for later.

Found a letter ont floor – the clinic were not happy with missing last weeks visit – I sent them an email apologising and explaining the reason I missed the  appointment.

I feel such a fool now!

Not that I wasn’t one before like…

The loaded cheese and onion tattie-skins were nice, the English tomatoes very nice.

Used up the last of me Polish belly-pork with garden peas along with some of the tomatoes and gorgeous caramelised red onion relish with some bread thins.

Oh and me last Cox’s apple too. 

I’m getting leg cramps now. Tsk!

Well tired but I did some Facebooking before I tried to get me head down – could I sleep?


Wed 6.5.15: Inchcock Today: Incorporating Election Fun!

Wednesday 6th May 2015

A good five hours kip in last night.

Can’t recall them, although I know I had many dreams.

The left hand in particular was in a bit of a state – not good when one is left-handed – Tsk!


Managed to make a flask of tea and take me morning medications.

Checked me conditions: Angina fine, Haemmorhoids no bleeding, Hernia okay, Skin cancer growths painful when touched,  Inch lesion tender not bleeding now, ulcer no bother, Arthur Itis hands bad, knees fine, feet fair, I can feel the mechanical ticker valve clicking away, so I know the heart is still going. Haha!

But feeling extremely nervous for some reason?

Did me BP etc: Sys 178 – Dia 91 – Pulse 78 – Temp 36.2 Sys a bit high methinks, but then again I did the test a little later than usual?

The Sky was back to looking pretty – but by Jimminee the wind was a-howling with it!

Typing difficult with the distorted fingers – but hey-ho, many worse off than me.

Did the header for this diary with great difficulty – Coreldraw and Serif both crashed and I had to save what I could then restart the laptop twice to continue… both annoying and bothersome!

Grrr! Gnash and Tut!

Back again after another restart. Getting a bit fed-up with this!

The sun keeps going in then out this morning.

Just looked at the weather forecast for today in Nottingham – Heavy Rain!

That’s me in for the day then.

I thought about the elections and pondered on which set of nihilists to vote for…

I feel sorry for the Lib-Dems after Clegg has embarrassed the rank and file with joining the Tories in power.

The Tories (although the bigger of the liars) do want to have a good economy and to make the rich richer and poor poorer?

Labour with invisible Ed at the helm seem harmless.

Nigel’s UKIP have a decent plan for the NHS.

That’s it then, I either vote for em all or none of em?

Do I risk a little walk about today in the imminent rain or not? (Oh, it’s coming down now!) Decisions decisions!

I’ll get a wash and scrub up and decide then methinks… alright I’m off to Bulwell to feed me mallards then…

Set off to the bus-stop.

The sky was now murkier than twas and foreboding in nature, the rampant wind persisting.

Bus-pass at the ready – I set off to the bus-stop as the rain trickled down – Got as far as white van in the picture on the left – then returned to change me reading glasses fer me bifocals like yer know? Tsk!

The Inch began tingling, so I called in the WC to check it out – no bleeding all okay – Phew!

Caught the busy bus into town and had a walk around and through Trinity Square taking a photo of some ‘Bling’ precious ear-rings from on e of the jewellers window displays.

Amazing fancy designs and not too expensive compared to many I’ve seen on me ‘Bling Photographicalisationing sessions.

I took a shot of the old Elite Building roof with its beautifully designed and created artistic shapes.

I later cut and over contrasted it in Corledraw9 and managed to remove the dark sky background so we could see the ornateness (Big word that!) of the stonework.

Down King Street and into the centre and caught a tram into Bulwell.

As it pulled away I took a photograph through one of the doors trying to capture the trees being blown about in the nasty winds.

It was dry in the City Centre, no signs of any rain there yet. Just the high winds that ere everywhere.

As the tram approached Bulwell Station I remembered the bashing I got as I got off here the other day from the crowd rushing for the doors – so I cunningly held back to avoid injury.

As I walked over the bridge there were no mallards to be seen, and someone had already fed the pigeons.

The shallow rubbish filled river Leen was looking more like the Atlantic ocean with the wind!

I hobbled over to the Market Place, where the windy weather had beaten away all but a couple of brave traders – struggling in the wind.

I called into Fulton Foods shop and was pleased to find they had both some Blackcurrrant Ice-cream lollies in their freezers, and the microwave Lamb Shank packs in the cooler.

So I got one of each as bit of a treat.

Wanting to get back ASAP so as to get the lollies in me freezer, I caught the bus back to Carrington.

There was not the usual crush of passengers so I risked climbing (Not easy with my knees – but then again, I suppose it would have been harder without them?) the stairs up to the top deck with the aim of getting some photographs from the higher angle. A much regretted move later, when it came to climbing down the stairs with the bus in motion to get off – Tsk!

Took a photo of part of the Housing Estate on Edwards Lane first. It didn’t come out well.

As we moved on and over the traffic island and up Hucknall Road, I tried to take a photo of the roadworks – but with the movement of the bus and reflection from the windows it ended up looking more like a Mystery Object competition photo.

The traffic as we climbed the hill up Hucknall Road was building up on the out of town lanes as they struggled to get through the road-works at the traffic island.

The wind was blowing these trees so much I feared one might topple over – I do so hate these flipping gale winds so much, and fear them too.

We got over the brow of the hill through the traffic lights and down to the next set of lights.

The rain started again and the sky changed within seconds to an ominous mixture of black grey and white very fast moving and ever changing in the winds.

Up to the top of the next hill and I dropped off the bus – just in time – it took me a while to get painfully down the stairs in time to catch me bus-stop like. It might not be such a good idea for me to go upstairs on the buses in the future – Hehe.

Took a photo of the ever changing sky as I went up stairs to respond to an urgent call to the porcelain.

Dark cloud, high winds and sunshine sneaking through?

I set about getting me nosh ready then.

Potatoes, garden peas peppers and chicken in an American Sauce.

Looked good, smelt good too – but it was too hot for me I’m afraid.

Don’t remember what the sauce was called like, but maybe I put in too many peppers?

I started to watch a ‘Touch of Frost DVD’ – and the inevitable happened – off I drifted into a deep slumber.

Woke four hours later and found the laptop on, I’s spilt a cup of spring water – luckily it only went over me and not the laptop and I’d been laying obliviously in it while kipping away – oh dear…

Cleaned missen up, WC’s and got on with doing this diary post.

Took me medications belatedly, and applied me creams.

On me way down to make a cuppa I espied a rainbow through the window. Got me camera and took some shots of it.

A rare happening in Nottingham this – not as fascinating as those rainbows that appear elsewhere I know.

Struggling to do this diary now as the hands and fingers are starting to freeze-up again now.

Been an odd sort of day, full of nothing.

Must remember to vote tomorrow – not that I have any faith in any of the candidates or their parties either. A matter for me of choosing the nihilists who might cause us proletariats least damage.

No point in voting for those who do not cheat and lie – because they all do!